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Title: Mare's Tails and Dragon Scales by Theo Winters Tags: Bestiality, Dragon, Fence hopping, H/M, Hermaphrodite, Horse, Human, M/M, Male, Multiple Breasts, Stallion, Transformation Mare's Tails and Dragon Scales by: Theo Winters Part 1 Written for Stormfront Alan moved quickly through the short grass, the thin sliver of moon providing just enough to see by as he reached the old wooden fence. He held himself there, pressing his belly on the ground as he listened for the sound of anyone who might be coming by, but there was nothing. He looked up, peaking between the wooden beams and into the wide open field. He could just make out the barn in the distance. The only light was on the farm house which was safely away from the barn. No one would see him; it was perfect. With a smile he squeezed though the small gap under the fence, it was a tight fit, but with a little work he was able to push his way through. Keeping himself low he started running across the field, his bag bouncing off his hip with each step he took. He had been planning this little adventure for months, scouting out all the farms in the area until he found one isolated enough to suit his needs. True, everyone seemed to be a bit worried about the place, but he didn't care, it kept away the prying eyes. The young man moved through the field, making sure to step around any mess that might have been in his way. The distant barn got closer as he run, the smile on his face growing wider. The anticipation was almost too much for him to bear. He had been fantasizing about this moments for months. The idea had burnt into his mind, filling most of his evening hours and fuelling his regular masturbation, and now it was finally going to come true! He ran up to the wall of the barn, pressing his back firmly against it. He could just hear the sound of the horses through the wall, in the silence of the night it seemed to be loudest sound in the world. He held his breath, letting his racing heart slow down as he composed himself. When he was ready, Alan moved slowly around the barn, making sure to keep it between him and the farm house, until he found a small door in the back. It was closed with a simple wooden latch that only took a moment to pull open. He slipped inside the dark barn, closing the door behind him. He could hear the horses shuffling around in their stalls, not quite sure what to make of this stranger among them, but there was no light to see by. He reached into the small bag and pulled out a camping lamp, flicking the light on. He kept it dialed down to the dimmest of settings, sending thin blue light over everything and casting sharp shadows on the wooden walls. The barn was like any other barn, one side was lined with a dozen stalls, the other filled with tack and equipment. Most of the stalls were occupied by large horses, each one looking at him with their dark eyes. He suspected they were waiting for him to bring them food, but that wasn't his plan, not tonight. Slowly Alan walked along the stalls, looking over the horses as he went. They were all Percherons, large draft horses that towered over him. The majority of them where light grey, which looked bluish in the light of the lamp, but one of them was dark black. The only color on the horse was a white streak across the forehead, covering one eye. He leaned over the stall, looking back along the horse's flanks, smiling when he saw that it was not just male, but fully intact. "Well, aren't you a beautiful stallion," he whispered, reaching out to stroke his hand along the side of his muzzle. He had never touched a horse before and was surprised at how course his fur was. The horse nickered and nuzzled at his hand, his ears flicking back into his short cut mane. He skittered slightly in the stall, almost like he knew what was coming. Alan leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the horses snout, looking into his black eyes for a few moments, then slowly leaned back and kissed him right on the white streak. "We are going to have fun together." Taking a step back he smiled at the horse then set the lamp down on the dirt floor. Quickly the young man worked off his clothing: kicking away his shoes, throwing his shirt to the ground which was followed by his pants. It left him in just his socks and briefs, his shaft tenting out the white fabric. Picking up his small bag he pulled out a thin blanket and tucked it under his arm, then picking up the lamp he moved to the stall door. The stallion had been watching every move he made with a curious eye, his head cocked slightly to one side and his tail swaying. Carefully Alan pulled open the latch on the stall door, bracing his foot against it just in case the stallion tried to force it open, but the horse was too well trained for that. He let the door drift back just enough that he could squeeze through it and close it behind him. He moved up to the stallion, stroking his hand along the animal's flank, feeling the muscles twitching under his touch. He bent down, setting the lamp on the ground by the stall door and spreading the blanket out under the horse's legs, being careful of the stallion's large hooves. The horse seemed to have a good idea what was going to happen, his shaft began sliding free of his sheath, dropping until it dangling almost to the ground. The skin was mostly grey, but the fat head was pitch black and wider then Alan had expected. He smiled as he took it all in. The shaft was almost two feet long and as thick as his arm. It was everything he imagined a real horse's cock would be like. The pictures hadn't done them justice. It was an amazing sight, hanging in front of him, swaying as the horse shifted from side to side. Slowly he sat down on the blanket and reached out with shaking hands to touch the shaft. "Amazing," Alan said as he stroked his hands along the length of the member, feeling it starting to twitch and swell in response. Leaning in he kissed it, tasting the flesh. It was salty and heavy with the equine's bitter musk. It filled his mouth and his nose, making his head swim. The young man kissed again at the shaft, starting to lick at it as it began to rise, growing larger with each passing moment and starting to sway with the animal's pulse. Alan had to shift himself again as it rose higher, finally slapping at the stallion's wide belly. Licking his lips, he leaned back under the horse, smiling at the huge penis. Lifting his ass he pushed his briefs down his legs and threw them to the back of the stall, his own penis rock hard. He was big himself, a good seven and a half inches, but under such a powerful male he felt like he had nothing at all. Alan leaned up, kissing the thick head of the cock. He stroked his hands along the length of it, feeling the tight skin under his fingers. He started to lick around the rough skin of the head, teasing his tongue into the slit, tasting the first few drops of the stallion's pre. It sent a shiver down his body, making him smile around the head. He continued to lick at the fat head, running his hands up the length of it and squeezing at the shaft. Above him the horse whickered in pleasure, his front hooves pawing at the ground as his tail swept from side to side. The big male seemed to be enjoying himself, lowering his head down to look at the man that was so busy pleasing him. The young man reached back to stroke at the horse's sheath, letting his hands play further back to rub and tease at the heavy balls, feeling the large orbs roll in the leather skin of his scrotum. They were covered with a thin layer of fur that was rough against his hands. Above him the stallion let out a low whinny, his tail flicking faster as he played with the large balls. The head was pulsing in pleasure, the salty precum flowing faster, starting to dribble down over the skin of Alan's face. "God, you're so huge," he said, kissing the shaft again, lapping his tongue over the round head before moving on. Slowly he started to lick around the underside of the head, tasting the strong musk held next to the skin. He took a few moments to lick all around the base of the flared head before starting to lick and kiss his way down the length of the hard cock. He started to tease his hands along the shaft as he worked down the length of it. Squeezing the width of it now and then, feeling the wonderful stallionhood twitch and buck in return. He could hear it slapping at the equine's firm belly, the wonderful sound filling the barn, being matched by the sound of the man's soft moans. Finally he reached the base of the shaft, allowing him to lick at the skin of the sheath before moving back to kiss each one of the huge balls. They were massive, bigger than his fists and held tightly in the wonderful sack. They swayed as his huge lover moved, hitting his face and nose and making him laugh in joy. Moving to the other side of the stallion, he started to lick and kiss his way back up the length of the powerful rod, squeezing at it with one hand as the other moved down to grab his own cock. He started to jack himself off, his precum running down his shaft and providing more than enough lubrication for his hand. Alan slowed as he reached the halfway point of the massive cock, teasing the flesh as he stroked his cock. He started to focus on licking up and down over the shaft, making sure to cover as much of it as he could. He continued to tease the shaft with his free hand, working along the length with long slow strokes, squeezing as he went along. The stallion seemed to be enjoying the attention, letting out a soft whinny every few moments as his tail swept from side to side. His rear hooves were dancing over the floor, but he was careful to keep them away from the man under him. The large animal was leaking a heavy flow of pre that dripped off the head of the shaft to rain down on the skin of the young man's back. Finally he returned to the head of the stallion's shaft. The tip had flared even more, the end looking rather rounded against the wide slit of his urethra, he licked happily at it, tasting the thick bitter precum one last time before he started to really lick and tease at the head, trying to get it into his mouth. He pulled his hand free of his own shaft so he could grab the stallion's cock with both hands, starting to quickly stroke along it. Above him the stallion started to whimper even more, pawing his front hooves at the ground as his shaft twitched in excitement. The flow of the pre started to slow down, even as the slit of his urethra pulsed in anticipation. Alan leaned in and French kissed the huge cock, exploring inside of it for a few moments before pulling away and squeezed the hard shaft. As if on cue the stallion let out a long cry and reared up a foot in the air. He came back down, his front hooves slamming to the floor as he came. The hot equine seed rushed down the thick shaft to explode out over the human's face, soaking him with hot thick cum in a moment. Alan gasped out in surprised as the first blast sprayed over him. He opened his mouth wide, catching the second huge load as it exploded out from the flared head of the cock. It flooded his mouth like he was trying to drink from a fire hose; bitter and thick on his tongue as well as saltier then he had expected, but it was still everything he had imagined. He gulped down the mouth full just in time for the stallions third and final jet of cum to spray over his face. He leaned back between the stallion's front legs, panting in excitement as he licked the seed from his face, still staring at the huge shaft as swayed in front of him. A thick rope of cum ran down from the head of the shaft to connect with his face. Panting happily, he gathered up some of the cum in his hand and grabbed at his own shaft. His squeezed his own cock hard and started to jack at it, his hand moving quickly. It only took a few strokes before the pleasure crashed down over him and he came as well, adding his own small contribute to the mess in the stall. With a laugh he leaned back against the stall door, panting and looking up at his wonderful equine lover. "You are amazing," he gasped out. There were many thing he had expected in reply to that, maybe a whiny or a happy nicker, or even having the horse lean down and start to lick his face clean like in his fantashis. What he didn't expect was the sound of someone clapping, a long slow clap that echoed throughout the barn and sent a shot of fear down his spine. Slowly he leaned his head up, looking past the stallion's neck, finding someone looking down at him. He couldn't quite see the person in the dim light of the lamp, leaving him with only a vague outline of a face, the only thing that stood out was the eyes as they reflected the blue light. Alan gulped, reaching out for the lamp, suddenly aware of all the cum soaking into his skin. "Ah... hello." Without a word the face vanished behind the door of the stall, a moment later he heard the latch lift and the door swung open, sending him falling back to the dirty ground. He laid there, feeling stunned as he looked at the tall man that was standing over him. "Get out of there," the man ordered, his voice was deep, resonating through the wood of the barn. All the horses whinnied softly as he spoke, hooves starting to clop on the ground. The young man nodded as he crabbed walked back out of the stall, not taking his eyes off the man. As soon as he was out of the way, the man reached down and picked up the lamp before slammed the door of the stall. He slowly leaned down, turning the light up brighter, filling the whole barn with the blue glow. Alan lifted a hand, blocking his eyes from the light, his eyes aching from the sudden change. "It seems like you and Night Star had a good time," the man said, the light glowing off his pale skin, his eyes bright in response. He was a hard looking man, his full face filled with lines around the eyes and lips. His hair was cut short and hung over his forehead, dark in the light. The young man looked up at the farmer, frozen in place for a few moments before forcing himself to nod just slightly. "Yes--yes sir," he said, desperate to say anything. "Of course your good time has caused me quite a bit of inconvenience. Night Star is my prize breeder, and I was saving him for an important client. This presents me with a great deal of problems, starting with what I am going to do with you." "With me?" Alan asked, finding himself looking into the farmer's eyes, unable to really turn away. There was something about the man, strong and very powerful. He was muscular, his chest tight under his shirt and coveralls, and his arms were thick and heavy. Alan got the feeling that the farmer could break him without even trying. The farmer nodded. "Yes, with you. You have deprived me of great deal of property and that leaves you with very few choices, in fact you have exactly two. I can call the local police and they can take you away, still covered in my horse's semen, or you stay here and do everything I tell you until you repay me for every cent you cost me, ten times over. Do you understand?" Alan gulped again, not quite sure how to respond. "I... Can I think about it?" "You may," he replied, the paused for a few seconds. "Times up." The last thing he wanted to do was to be arrested looking like this. The media would jump on it in a moment and he would become a laughing stock. If the choice was that or spending some time working on the man's farm.... Well, he would be willing to work, more so if it allowed him to be around the wonderful horses. He took a moment to compose himself then nodded. "Alright, I'll work for you." Slowly the farmer stood back up, chuckling deeply as an amused look passing over his hard face. "Oh, don't believe that it will be easy work. You have a great deal to repay, and I intend to make you work to repay every single drop of it." "Okay," he said, finding himself shivering under the man's intense gaze. There was something about what the man said, something heavy hanging in the air that made him suddenly start to regret agreeing to do the job. That was silly, he hadn't even seen what he would be doing, it was too soon to be getting second thoughts. He forced down his worry and sat up on his knees. The farmer smiled a bit more. "Stay right there. Do not move a single inch," he said, then turned away from Alan, walking across the barn to where all the equipment was stored. He moved his large body easily through the stacked up equipment, starting to sort through the straps and tack hanging from the wall. He found what he was looking for and turned back around, his eyes glowing in the bright blue light; it made them look almost red. Walking back he smiled down at the young man and held out the strap. "Lift your chin." Without a word he did as he was told. With a flick of his wrist he snapped the later strap out like a whip, making Alan jump in place. Taking an end in each hand he draped it down over the back of the young man's head, the pulled it around his neck. As the farmer closed the band he realized that it wasn't a strap but a collar! It sank heavily down against his shoulders, hanging from his neck, very loose but not so much that it would let him pull it off over his head. Alan looked back at the farmer, stunned by this turn of events, not even protesting when he pulled a padlock off a nail on the wall and closed it though the collar, locking it firmly in place. He finally found his tongue. "What?" he stuttered out. The farmer shook his head."No, no talking. Now come with me," he said and stared walking out of the bar, leaving the young man still sitting on the floor. He reached the door then turned back to look at Alan, his eyes narrowing. "Do you wish to be leashed as well?" After a few moments of no answer, the farmer pulled a long leather leash off the wall and stalked back to the young man. Without a word he clipped it to the collar and started walking forward again. The slack in the leash vanished after a few moments, but he didn't stop, instead he pulled the young man to the ground. Alan landed hard on the compacted dirt floor of the barn, reminding him that he was still naked other than his socks. Stones dug into his skin, making him yelp out as the farmer pulled on the leash, dragging him hard over the ground without any sign of real exertion. He scrambled to pull himself up onto his feet, barely making it up after being pulled along for a few feet. He struggled at the end of the leash for a few more feet before moving up closer to the farmer, keeping some slack on the lead as they stepped out of the barn. The night was cold against his bare skin, the semen starting to dry, through a layer of dirt now clung to it, making him feel sticky. It grew darker as they walked away from the barn and the single lamp. A part of him expected to be dragged off to the farm house, but they went in a different direction, moving farther back through the fields. Clouds had rolled in over the night sky, blotting out what little light there was and making it hard to see where he was going. He stumbled a few times over rocks and dirt but still managed to keep on his feet. In this distance he could start making out the outline of a new building, blotting out the few stars on the horizon. The walk was ever longer then he had expected, the building growing larger with each step they took. While it was as tall as the barn, the building was much wider, stretching out in each direction. It was hard to see exactly how larger it was in the darkness, but as they got closer to the walls it seemed to dominate everything around them. He shivered as they approached, the building imposing in the darkness, the chill of the night air doing nothing to make him feel better. Strangely he was also finding himself starting to get horny again, his cock beginning to rise upwards as he walked. Without breaking stride, the big man vanished into the black shadow of the barn, stopping somewhere inside of it. Alan stopped as well, but only for a moment as a tug on the leashed told him to keep moving forward. Slowly he stepped into the darkness, nearly pitch black under the starless sky. Only a hint of light came over the top of the slanted roof, but it illuminated nothing. He had to put his hands out as he walked, finally knowing when to stop when they pressed against the hard wood of the wall. He stood in the darkness, hearing the farmer pulling some keys out of his overalls then unlocking what he assumed was a door. He pulled the door open, the wall in front of them rolling easily to the side. There was the sound of animals coming from inside; it was an odd sound, unlike anything he had ever heard before. There were odd chirping sounds and low growls, like the kind large feline would make. A flash of fear rushed over him as he turned to look at where he thought the farmer was. "You're not going to feed me to something, are you?" The big man laughed and grabbed at the clip of the leash. "What reason would I have to do something such as that? If I feed you to my pets you would never repay me," he said, pulling the leash off the collar. Even in the darkness they were in, he could see the man's eyes glowing just slightly. "Oh," Alan managed to say, not quite sure what was going to happen next, even so he was still surprised as the farmer reached out and grabbed his shoulder. His thick fingers squeezed into the skin of the young man's shoulder, holding on tightly before he was thrown into the building. He went flying through the dark air, sailing into the building and falling rapidly towards the ground. He covered his face with his arms, letting out a cry as he fell. The floor was lower than he expected, at least five feet between the inside of the building and outside. It gave him just enough time to have a flash of worry before he finally landed in something soft. It was thick and wet, squishing around him as he sank down into it. It flowed around his body, squeezing up around his arms and legs as well as his still rock hard shaft. He laid there, stunned, for a few moments before finally lifted himself up about of... whatever it was. Twisting around he looked back at the door, just seeing the outline of the farmer above him. "I hope you enjoy your first night," he said, then slid the door closed, blocking out the small fraction of light that was in the building. Alan sat there, not sure what had just happened or what he was going to do. The muck he was in felt like mud. It pulled at his skin, sucking at him every time he tried to move. It was a few inches deep and thick enough to stick to everything. He struggled up to his knees, trying to decide what he was going to do to get out of this mess. He hadn't counted on the farmer wanting a slave instead of an employee. Reaching up he started feeling at the collar, trying to see if there was any way to get it off. The thick leather was loose around his neck, but not so loose that he could pull it up over his head. The pad look was run though a pair of thick grommets... there was no way he could simply pull it off. The only way he really could get the collar free was to cut it off, but he had no idea how to even scratch at the thick leather. Maybe if he covered his face with mud it would be enough to allow the collar to pull free--much like using butter to get off an errant ring--except that the mud wasn't slick, it was sticky. Letting out a sigh, he slumped back down into the mud. It was pulling at his legs and covering his skin where he landed; it was even covering his shaft, which was still rock hard even after all that had happened. A moment later he felt something nosing at his back. He froze, suddenly remembering that he wasn't alone in the barn. As his mind turned away from his problem he started to notice their presence, the sound of the large animals moving around him, the mud squelching under their feet. He could also smell them, but it wasn't like the horses, it was a deeper smell but oddly sweet, like honey. It wasn't an unpleasant smell even if it was mixed with the smell of dirt and meat... why meat? He closed his eyes, not that it mattered in the pitch black barn, feeling another of the large animals nuzzling over his chest while the first one was rubbing its snout against his ass. The scent was getting stronger, rolling off the animal in front of him. It filled his nose, making it twitched as the smell pressed up to wrap around his mind. It made his low grade arousal flair, lust flooding through him and making his cock jump. The animal nosing against his front picked up on this and lowered its head down to nose at his cock, hot breath rolling over the mud covered shaft. A moment later he felt the animal's tongue flick out and wrap around his length, teasing along it and cleaning the mud away. Alan let out a moan, the tongue being very skillful for an animal but felt weird. Thin and long, twitching around with a great deal of skill and even wrapping all the way around his cock. Finally the animal sucked his shaft into its mouth, starting to give him a blowjob. The one on his back starting to lick around the base of his spine and the top of his ass, teasing at his skin. "Well trained," he murmured, his voice echoing around the barn. He reached out to stroke the animal's head, touch a thick mane. It was full heavy hair, and even though it as covered in mud he could still feel the individual strands. He teased his hands down through the hair to the top of the animal's head, feeling the rough texture of its skin. The young man had no idea what sort of animal it was, and any worry he had felt was erased from his mind as the creature pressed its snout down to his crotch, the tongue flicking out to wrap around his balls, giving them a squeeze and making him whimper in pleasure. It was probably the best blow job he had ever gotten. Another of the big animals moved up to his side, rubbing a flank against him. The animals skin pulling at the small hairs on his arm, but not in an unpleasant way. Soon a fourth animal was at this other side, pinning him in the middle of the herd. The one on his cock, apparently the leader of the group, starting to work its head faster, bobbing quickly along his length, the thin tongue starting to move between his cock and his balls, teasing them both. The creature let out an odd sound, something like a feline purr but it was more powerful than that, making the air vibrate around him. Alan let out his own whimper, feeling the two animals at his side moving around and starting to lick at his shoulders. One went down, working along his arm while the other worked up to start licking at his neck and face, the thin tongue exploring at his ear and cheek. It was such a different and wonderful feeling, being loved by this group of large animals. He had no idea what they were, but they made him feel very good. His cock was twitching in excitement as the beast sucked eagerly at him. He wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted to, it felt to go to just let it go so soon. Without a thought he turned his head towards the one licking at his face. The creature seemed to understand, pressing its snout to his lips and kissing him firmly, the thin flexible tongue slipping into his mount to tease at his own tongue. He eagerly returned the kiss, feeling the creature starting to join the first with a purr. The young man whimpered softly, feeling his climaxing starting to rush forward, so fast that he couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried. Closing his eyes tightly he broke the kiss, letting out a moan as he came. His load blasted out of his shaft to flood into the animal's muzzle, thicker and stronger than before, making his whole body shake with the orgasm. Even as he came, his pleasure still grew, rushing through his whole body, filling him until it felt like he was about to burst. When it almost seemed like he couldn't take it anymore it finally started to ebb away, rolling down off his body and making him fall against one of the big animals. Its gently lowered him down into the thick mud, allowing him to sink into it a few inches. The group seemed to disperse, but one of them them dropped down at his side, pressing its flank up against his leg. Alan didn't bother to move after that, just basking in the glow of the wonderful experience, not really sure what to make of all of it. He was overwhelmed by everything that had happened, and even after the orgasm he could still feel the lust pressing gently down over his body. It just didn't seem to want to go away, but it also felt too good to worry about. After a while he opened his eyes, looking up into the darkness of the barn, but it wasn't pitch black anymore. There must have been some light coming in from somewhere as he could make out the beams of the roof, but very faintly. Turning his head he saw the creature at his side. It was big, bigger than the horses and seemed to have longer limbs. He could just make out the forms of other animals laying in the mud, but that was all. He still had no idea what they were, and the question was still on his mind as he drifted off into a deep sleep.? \* \* \* Alan's dreamed of the finest lovers throughout the night, men and woman dressed in long silk clothing that did nothing to hide their fine bodies. They teased him with their hands and lips, stroking over his body, tickling over his chest, stroking his legs and rubbing his shaft. They were covering him, keeping him rock hard and on the edge of bursting, but the release never came. Finally he was stirred awake by the feeling of something or someone licking over his face. It broke into his dreams and pulled him up to the surface. He slowly opened his eyes, the memories of the night before coming back to him. As did the weight of the collar around his neck. He sat up with a gasp, pushing whatever it was away from him while he rubbed the dirt and grime from his face. His morning wood had decided to put in an appearance thanks to the erotic dreams, but he put it off for the time being. The last thing he wanted to do was jack off in front of whatever animal he had been penned with. Sunlight was pouring in through the cracks in the roof, casting everything in the barn with a mix of a light and shadows that gave everything a sharp edge. The barn was large and seemed to be filled with the single pen that went from wall to wall. The was a long chain link fence along one end, separating the pen from a walkway and a wall of tools, as well as a large closed door. He pulled himself to his feet, and started to work his way through the thick mud in the pen, feeling it suck at his feet with each step he took. He was covered from head to toe in the mud, along with the remains of the horse cum from the night before. That thought brought a smile to his lips, remembering the feeling of the stallion's big cock and its wonderful taste. Without really thinking, he reached down to grab at his shaft, starting to gently stroke it with each step he took towards the fence. Spending the night with the stallion had made up for everything else that had happened. He was a magnificent creature, and part of him hoped he could find a way to play with him again. Alan squeezed at the base of his shaft, feeling the skin pulling tight down the length of it. It felt strange, bigger then he remember. He took a glance down over his mud covered body, not seeing any changes to his shaft no matter what it felt like. He came up to the fence, forcing himself to pull his hand free from his penis. He looked down the length of the fence, finding a gate near the far side of the barn. He quickly started to head in that direction, or at least as quickly as he could in the thick mud. He could hear the sound of the animals moving around behind him, but he ignored them for the moment, he had other things to worry about. When he finally reached the gate, he was surprised to see that was it was locked with a pair of heavy duty padlocks, each one of which had been marred by a number of long scrapes. He gave both locks a quick tug, finding that they were both securely closed. Alan looked back down the length of the fence, searching for any sign of another gate, but he didn't find one. That left him no choice but to try and climb over it. He pressed his fingers up to the links, grabbing them tightly as he pressed his toes against the fence. The thick mud made his feet slick, but not so much that he couldn't pull himself up. His erection was the biggest pain, jutting out firmly from his crotch and pressing up against the cold metal of the fence. Each time he moved it tried to slide between the links, but that hardly the sort of thing he wanted to be fucking. The young man was nearly half way up the fence when he felt something wrap tightly around his ankle. It almost felt like a hand, but that simply wasn't possible, he would have heard if the farmer had returned. He twisted his leg, trying to break free, but the grip squeezed even tighter. Then without warning it yanked back, pulling him off the fence. He let out a yelp as he tumbled backwards, landing with a wet slap in the mud. It flowed around him, conforming to the shape of his body as he sank down into it, his skin tingling from the force of the impact. He laid there for a few moments, staring up at the ceiling, not sure what had just happened. It took him a few moments to compose himself, breathing deeply as he felt the mud sliding around him. There was also the sound of something moving around next to him. He craned his head around, gasping when he finally saw what he was sharing the pen with. It was nothing like he had expected, and didn't look like any animal he had ever seen before. It was, for lack of a better word, a dragon! The animal was just standing there on all fours, looking at him with a quizzical cock of his head. It was a strange creature; the front paws seemed more like hands, with thick stubby fingers and a thumb. There was also the matter of the long blue mane that ran down the top of its neck, the color contrasting with the red of the scales. Thick feathering covered both the paws and large feet, though the hair was covered in mud. Even strange was the fact that the creature had a pair of two very human looking breasts. They hung from the dragon's chest, hanging large and low, with long fat nipples that were darker than the normal scales. Just behind them he could see a second pair of equally sized breasts, filing out the animal's chest. The dragoness seemed to be enjoying the attention, slowly starting to turn around in place, wings unfurling from her back as her long tail dragged through the mud. She flicked her tail up, showing off her ass, thick nether lips and large clit. At the same time it also reviled something else. Hanging under the sex, dangling low between the animal's hind legs, was a pair of massive balls. Lowering his head he looked up under the balls, and could see what had to be the shape of a cock pressing up against her belly and between her lower breasts. "What are you?" he asked, starting to lift himself up with his hands, never taking his eyes off the hermaphrodite dragoness. Shi turned her head back, licking hir lips as shi finished spinning around, hir tail slapping at the mud.. Slowly shi walked up to him, pressing hir muzzle up to his face, nipping at him before running her thin tongue across his eyes. Alan sputtered and pushed the dragoness away, not quite sure what was going on. He was trapped in the pen with this big animal and had no way to get out. Shi looked at him again, licking hir lips and taking a step forward. Shi fanned heir wings out wide and wiggled hir ass slightly, then with a cry leapt at him! Lifting up his hands, he tried to cover himself as the dragoness crashed into him, slamming him back into the mud and knocking the breath out of him. The weight of hir body was pressing him in deeper, the large breasts smashed against his chest, the feeling of the massive shaft rubbing at the top of his belly. He could feel the heat of hir body as well as the slight coarseness of hir scales. There was also an earthy and earthly smell, a mix of the mud and hir own musk. The dragoness twisted hirself and lifted up hir ass, then brought it back down, right on his still hard cock. There was no resistance as he slid up into hir large pussy, the thick lips teasing along his length even though he hardly touched both inner walls. It was a slick and warm passage and felt wonderful on his shaft. Hir juices were running freely, already soaking his crotch as shi started to ride him. He twisted under hir, trying to get free. On any normally day, he would love to fuck such a wonderful pussy as this, but this wasn't a normal day, and he had no control! He clawed at hir arm's, trying to get free as the dragoness slammed hirself down against him, starting to let out little squeal with each impact. He could feel his shaft twitching, his own excitement growing as the pleasure of the sex starting to burn into his mind. It filled him, making him growl in pleasure, and eventually he found himself starting to thrust back into the hot folds. The dragoness let out a snort of pleasure, craning hir head down to lick at his face as shi rode him harder, hir tail smacking into the ground with each trust. The young man started to lick hir in return, the lust washing over his mind, blurring away everything but the fantastic sex! Alan started to lick back, thrusting into hir as hard as he could, gasping a little bit as he began feeling his balls starting to pull up close to him. Closing his eyes he let out a soft cry and shoved himself up as hard as he could, thrusting into hir as he finally came. Shi let out a howl, clenching hirself tight around him as shi came as well, hot juices gushing down over his crotch. A moment after that hir shaft, penned between their bodies erupted with hot cum. It sprayed out between them to cover them both. He dropped back into the mud, panting, his eyes half closed. The dragoness leaned down, starting to nuzzle at the collar around his neck, chittering softly. It was a very nice sound, one that brought a smile to his tired lips. After a few more moments shi pulled hirself free of him, slipping off his cock with a wet slurping sound. Shi cocked hir head to the side, looking at him for a moment before walking away, hir mud covered tail swaying as shi walked. "You seem to be finding a great deal of pleasure in my animals," a familiar voice said from across the pen. Alan rolled over lifted himself up by his arms, discovering the farmer standing just behind the chain link fence, a smirk on his face. He was still wearing the overalls, contrasting with his heavily tanned skin. It was the only clothing he had on. In the daylight he was even more impressive, towering against the fence but somehow unmoving, like he was carved from stone. "I--" he said, starting to protest that it wasn't exactly his idea. The farmer shook his head. "You have no reason to explain yourself, such things are expected of you now. That is why I brought you here." Alan pulled himself up into a sitting position, looking closely at the farmer. His skin was starting to itch in places from the drying mud. "I don't understand." "You are not expected to understand. You are to stay in this cage with your new lovers. You will stay there until I allow you to leave. Do you understand?" He nodded, starting to blush as he realized he was nude in front of the strange man. He started to move his hands down to cover his crotch, but instead he found himself folding them behind his back. That bothered him, but he couldn't quite make himself move them into place. "Can I at least have a shower then?" "Pets do not shower. You are going to stay there until I tell you otherwise. It will be your home until you have repaid me for my lost property." He blushed, reaching up to rub at the collar again, then scratched at the itching skin on the small of his neck. "Okay... but how about some food?" The farmer let out a deep chuckle that echoed though the barn. "You will have to ask them," he said, motioning back with his hand. Slowly Alan turned back around, gulping when he saw all the other occupants of the pen. It wasn't just the one hermaphrodite dragoness, but six, and they were all standing in a semi-circle behind him. Their hair and scales were a were a mix of different colors and shades. Blue, red, orange, white, brown... and one who's scales were violet. They were watching him with bright eyes and swaying tails and three of them were also wearing a thick collar. He looked them over, not quite sure what to make of it. They were all the same mix of male and female, though the sizes of their breasts and dicks varied from one to the other. Some had horns and some didn't have the feathering around their feet. Even without the rainbow colors they were unique creatures. He climbed back up to his feet, all them following him with their eyes. The one at the end--the one with violet scales and a short cut white main-- took a step forward, fanning her wings out and letting out a sharp chirp. Alan just stood there, not quite sure what to do. "Shi is saying hello," the farmer explained. "Shi is?" The farmer chuckled deeply, the sound once again echoing through the barn. "Don't keep hir waiting." He rubbed his arm as he looked at the violet dragoness. Shi lifted up hir head to expose the large collar around hir neck. Shi then cocked hir head to the side, hir eyes focusing on him. "Um... hello?" he said. Shi chirped in response and fanned out her wings out before snapping them closed against her back. It wasn't clear what shi had meant by that, but that seemed to be a signal to the other dragoness as they broke apart, heading through the thick mud towards the far side of the pen. On the very back of the wall he could see a long steel troth with one end protruding out of the fence. It took him a moment to realize that it was meant for food. The dragons gathered around the troth as the farmer approached from the other side of the fence. He was carrying a massive bag over his shoulders, acting like it weighed almost nothing at all. When he reached the troth he ripped open the top of it--this made all the dragons start to chirp in excitement. It was full of some kind of pellet like food that rolled down the troth as the bag was emptied into it. It filled it quickly, some of the food overflowing the sides and spilling out into the mud. All six of the dragons dived down into the feast, forcing themselves together so they all had room to eat. Their tails were held up high, swaying from side to side as the ate like the food was going to vanish in a moment. Standing there, Alan heard his stomach starting to growl in protest as he watched the feast. He finally walked up to them, trying to join them at the troth, but every time he got near one of the dragons, shi spread out her wings until there were touching hir neighbor, blocking his way. After a few tries, the young man let out a long sigh and turned his attention towards the violet dragon. "May I have some of the food?" Shi lifted up her head from the troth, licking up the crumbs of food from hir lips as shi turned to face him. Hir eyes narrowed for a few moments before slowly nodding hir head, licking her lips a bit more as shi flicked out hir wings then tucked them against hir side. "Thank you," he said, moving towards the troth, but as soon as he got close hir wings snapped out to block his way once more. A tittering sound ran through all of the dragonesses, apparently they were just teasing him. "But... I thought you were going to let me eat?" the words sounding rather dumb to his ears. With a rolling laugh, the violet dragon worked hir way free of the troth, the others quickly closing in to fill the extra space. Shi walked towards him, hir eyes bright as shi fanned out hir wings. Alan took a few steps back, not quite sure what shi was going to do. The very last thing he had expected was for hir to let out a snort, then drop down onto hir side in the mud. Without taking hir eyes of off him, shi lifted up hir forelegs to expose hir large breasts. He looked at the foursome of out of place mammaries, not quite sure what to make of what he was seeing. The fat nipples were hard, standing out as dark purple against the violet scales. On a normal day he would find it quite fetching, but today wasn't a normal day. Shi gave him a look and shifted a bit, arching hir back and thrusting her chest out at him. The big breasts rippled and small drops of milk appeared on the tip of each nipple. Even then it took him a moment to really understand that shi wanted him to nurse. That was something he had fantasized about in the past, but it was more than he was willing to do at the moment. He took another step back, holding up his hands. "No... I would rather have the food." A sharp look of annoyance crossed over hir face. Shi watched him for a few more moments before letting out a snort and dropping hir foreleg back down. Giving him one last disgusted look shi climbed back to hir feet and returned to the food troth, forcing hir way back in and returning to her meal. Alan moved to the back of pen, sitting down in the thick mud and watching them as they ate. Their tails were swaying high in the air, hips rubbing against each other with every move they made. It seemed like they were all sexually eager, their exposed slits dripping in eagerness, the fluids rolling down over their balls. It was such a strange look, but somehow it seemed right on them. He couldn't help but watch them as they ate together, it was a hypnotic site and soon he was finding himself getting horny again, his shaft slowly rising to the occasion. This wasn't the time or the place for this, but that didn't seem to be bothering his libido. He pressed his hand over his face, trying to block out the view, but it did nothing to lesson his arousal. He could still hear the sounds of them moving about, the squelching of the mud as they shifted from side to side, the fanning of their wings. There was also their smell, it filled the whole barn, a mix of scents, both male and female, combined with the wet smell of the mud and an underlying scent of dried sex. It went right to his cock. He hadn't felt this hot in a very long time, it was almost overwhelming, pressing into his mind, filling it with images of the dragon's bodies. Their mix of genders, of human and animal, mammal and reptile, it was a fantastic combination of so many wonderful things. It was almost too much for him. Taking a deep breath, he slowly allowed his hand to drop away from his face only to find that his companions had wondered away from the food troth. Seeing that it was free he pulled himself back upright and ran through the mud as fast as he could, hoping to find some food left behind, but only discovered that the troth was empty, the metal shining after having been licked clean. Even the few pieces that had fallen in the mud had been gobbled up. There was simply nothing left for him to eat. Alan let out a long sigh and dropped back down into the mud, his stomach starting to grumble in anger. This was turning out to be a very odd day. Even worse, he had no idea how long the farmer was going to keep him there, or and even what was he wanted of him. He had no idea how any of this was paying back his time with the stallion. It just made him ever more confused. Leaning back against the cold metal of the troth, he looked up at the large rafters that crossed along the ceiling. Heavy lights were hanging from them, along with what looked like a number of security cameras. They were tracking from side to side, not focusing on anything directly, but making sure there was coverage of the full pen. He slumped back down, pulling his knees up to his chest and looking out over the dragons as they milled about. They seemed a bit lethargic after their meal, laying down in the mud, though the violet one was nuzzling at the side of the brown dragon, then started to groom hir dark grey hair. The brown dragon returned the motion, teasing at the other's collar as their tails wrapped together. They looked happy together, as did every one of the dragons. They didn't seem to care much about the mess of the mud, or how it hung to their sheaths and breasts. The orange one didn't seem to mind at all, playing with hir breasts as shi lounged on hir back in the mud. The leather collar around hir neck standing out against her scales. Alan rested his chin on his knees, watching them as they lounged and played. Their whole world might have been the pen and the barn, but they simply didn't care. He wished he could feel the same way. As his belly started to growl he found himself wishing he had forced his way to the troth in time to get something to eat. As he sulked the white dragon came up to him, sniffing at him for a few moments and then licking across his face. Her scales were dirty with the mud, it smeared across hir form and filled in the small gaps between each scale. Hir blond mane was matted down to the side of hir neck, large chunks of mud dangling from the stands. It looked like shi had been rolling in the mud. He snorted and pushed hir away, not in the mood at the moment. That didn't seem to stop her, shi moved back to lick at him again, nuzzling hir neck along his head, the collar around hir neck pulling at his hair. He pushed hir away again, his stomach still protesting the lack of food. The dragoness gave him a long look, slowly nodding hir head before moving around him, rubbing hir body across his chest. Hir tail flicked up to tease across the bottom on his chin, the muddy tip smacking against his nose. Shi look a few more steps away then dropped down on hir side in the mud, lifting up hir legs to show off hir breasts. A pair of them this time. The nipples were large, jutting out a few inches, each one as thick as a finger and easy to see under the thick mud. With a smirk shi reached down and pushed a paw over hir breasts, cleaning some of the mud off of it. Alan blushed as he looked over hir, rubbing the dry mud flaking off the skin of his arm. It was clear what shi was offering, but he wasn't sure that he wanted it. On the other hand his belly was protesting angrly about the lack of anything to eat. The dragoness smirked and patted the side of hir breasts with one paw, the flicked hir tail up, motioning for him to come closer. He simply stared at hir for a few more moments, then almost unbidden he found himself moving forward. He told himself that he just wanted a closer look at hir breasts, but he knew it was simply a lie to comfort himself. He was hungry, and this was the only way he was going to be able to eat. Slowly he moved closer, until he was only a few inches away from hir. He could see the layer of mud that outline the shape of the breasts. It showed each and every scale and bump on her areolas, making them stand out clearly. Small drops of milk were starting to form on the tips of each nipples, clinging tightly to the off white flesh. Pressing his tongue out, he lapped up a drop of milk. The dragoness responded by letting out a soft chitter of pleasure, hir tail trashing in the mud. The taste was interesting, strong on his tongue, but not quite enough that he could tell what it was, other then it tasted unlike any milk he had ever tried before. With his growling stomach pushing him on, he leaned in and licked at the nipple again before slowly sliding it into his mouth. The teat was warm on his lips, the skin firm with an unfamiliar taste mixed with the flavor of the mud a hint of the milk. It wasn't an all together unpleasant taste. Alan wasn't sure exactly what to do, so starting by sucking a bit on the tit. The dragoness chittered again in response, hir foreleg dropping down over his back, holding him gently in place. A second later he was rewarded with another small taste of the milk. It was only a trickle, but it was enough that he could taste the sweetness of it, like it had sugar mixed with the cream. He sucked again and more milk filled his mouth, heavier than before. It danced over his tongue, the flavor even stronger. It was a wonderful taste, warm and thick on his tongue. He swallowed it down and continued to suckle. The milk started to flow regularly after that, keeping his mouth full. With each gulp his belly started to relax, then tightness fading away to be replaced with the warmth of the dragon's milk. The white dragoness started to purr, stroking hir claws down his back as he nursed. Almost like shi was encouraging him to keep drinking until he had his fill. It didn't seem like that would be any time soon as he pressed a bit closer to hir, reaching out to start to stroke over hir breasts. Hir tail flicked up to tease between his legs, the muddy hair on the tip teasing at his penis. His shaft rose up unbidden, swelling hard against the nimble tail. He continued to drink from the fat tit, starting to kneed at hir breasts and humping gently at hir tail. It felt so good to be like this, nursing at the sweet milk. He was starting to taste hints of other flavors, vanilla and maybe something that could have been coco. He kept drinking, trying to find more of the flavor, chasing down the small hints of flavor. He didn't notice once his belly had stopped protesting, and even when he was sated. It was too good to stop drinking. The dragoness growled happily, teasing over his back while stroking along his hard shaft. Shi seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, hir own shaft starting to rise up out of hir sheath and press against his belly. It was a very pleasant feeling as the thin shaft was teased against him and rubbed along his own hard member. Alan wiggled a bit against hir body and hard shaft, humping back against it. It wasn't as nice as the horse's cock, but there was something about it that felt good and right. He let out a soft whimper as the tit he was drinking from gave up its last few drops of milk, only to have the white dragoness gently grasp his head and move him to hir other breast. He latched onto it, starting to suckle as another fresh bust of milk filled his mouth. He stroked a hand over hir belly, unconsciously kneading at hir dirty scales. Hir belly was soft, giving easily under his fingers as they ran over the slightly rough texture, exposing her scales from under the mud. It return shi pawed at his back, hir shaft pinned firmly between them. With a pleased grunt shi started to thrust against him, precum leaking from the pointed head of hir cock. He barely felt it, lost in the warmth of hir sweet milk. He closed his eyes, pressing his face in as he nursed, his cock pressing up against hir shaft. The white dragoness humped faster, starting to pick up speed as shi worked hir shaft between their bodies. He pressed tight to hir, rubbing at hir belly, humping his belly against hir shaft, feeling it starting to twitch in excitement. Alan moaned around the fat nipple, still drinking well past the point that he was full. His belly was tight with the milk, but there was still room for more. A small part of him wondered how that could be, but the rest of him was just too focused on nursing and humping at hir shaft. Lifting up one paw, the dragoness grabbed the back of his head, pressing him down against hir breast as shi started to really fuck against his body. Shi teased hir fingers through his hair, pulling at it as shi worked against him, a low chitterling filling hir body as shi smacked hir tail against the muddy ground. Hir long cock started to twitch in excitement, the precum spurting out against him before shi let out a cry and started to cum. Hot jets of dragon seed sprayed out between them, soaking over his skin as he drank down the last few gulps of hir milk. His tight belly squished against hir cumming cock, making him moan out around the fat tit before he climaxed as well, his own cum quickly being added to the mess between them. He collapsed down against hir body, gasping out in pleasure as he felt hir legs wrapping around him, holding him close to hir hot body. He let the nipple slip free of his lips, then letting out a heavy belch he started to nuzzle at hir neck. Soon after he fell into sleep, still resting on top of hir messy scales. \* \* \* Alan lifted his head up, the sleep still heavy in his eyes. The light had nearly faded, leaving him laying in the near darkness on the white dragoness who was churring softly under him, one leg still draped over his back. He slipped out from under the leg, sliding off of her and into the mud. it was still thick and wet, with no signs of drying even after a full day. He looked around, feeling a bit slow and heavy, the dried cum thick on his belly, making it itch. He could see the dragons sprawled out in the mud, almost all of them asleep. Only the violet one was awake, hir head lifting up from hir paws, looking at him with narrowed eyes. He looked back at hir for a few moments before she snorted and turned hir head to the side, ignoring him again. Slowly he pulled himself up to his feet and started to walk across the mud. It sucked and pulled at his feet, making him sway and wobble with each step he took. After a few feet he tried to take another step and found his foot not wanting to come free. He tumbled forward, landing face first into the thick mud, feeling it squish under his chest and flood into his mouth. He lifted his head, spitting out the mud and trying to clear it off of his tongue. It had a deep taste, not like he had expected. It tasted like dirt, that was to be expected, but there was more to it. There was hints of the dragons, their cum and milk as well other things. It wasn't really an unpleasant taste, but not one that he relished. Lifting himself up onto his hands and knees, he started crawling across the mud, finding it eashir going. There was a small water troth in the front of the cage against the fence, and he needed a drink. The dim light made it hard to navigate, so he had to take his time. Even so he nearly put his hand down on the blue dragoness; stopping when he was just touching hir brown mane, which was the same shade as the mud. Quickly he moved to the side, trying not to disturber hir, but shi still lifted up hir head and snorted at him as he went past. Alan moved on, finally reaching the smaller troth. He started to reach into the water but stopped when he saw the mud caking his hands. It was the drinking water, he didn't want to get it dirty. He tried wiping his hands off on his legs, then hips, but it did nothing to get them cleaner. Finally he tried wiping them off on the fence, which worked free the majority of the thick mud, but not all of it. It was going to have to be enough for now. Cupping his hands together and lifting the water to his lips. It was warm, but it helped wash out his mouth. He took in a long drink, and then another. It was a nice, even if it would have been better cold. Shaking of his hands he turned back around, only to find the blue dragoness behind him. Shi gave him a nasty look, hir eyes growing in the dim light and then pushed past him to shove hir snout into the water troth. He decide just to ignore hir, turning around and crawling away. He scanned over the pen, trying to find a place he could curl up for the night. He was glad that the barn was warm on his skin, it made it at least pleasant to be nude. He scratched at his arm, pulling off some of the dry mud, feeling it tugging at his skin before it came free. It was still making his skin itch in places and always in places he couldn't easily reach, like at the very center of his back. He was debating finding himself something to rub his back up against to relieve it. A moment later he felt a paw pressing on his ass, shoving it down towards the mud. The last thing he had expected was for one of the dragoness to help him with the itch. Turning his head back he saw the blue dragoness looking at him, but with a predatory look on hir face. There was a shoot of fear through his body as hir paw pressed down firmly on his back. Hir other paw flashing out and grabbing at his shoulder, squeezing it hard, the tips of the claws digging into his skin. He tried to twist away, but hir grip was to strong. Shi pulled hir paw from his ass and grabbed his other shoulder, holding him in place as shi moved hir body above him. Shi didn't show much care for him as hir weight dropped down onto his back, forcing him to gasp, his arms buckling as he nearly fell back down into the mud. Shi snorted out, hir tail flicking back to slide up between his legs, forcing them apart while at the same time rubbing her scales along his balls. With one hind paw, shi forced his legs ever further apart and started to grind against his back. He could feel hir scales rub at his back, thankfully helping the itch. Hir small (compared to the other dragoness) breasts teased at his skin, hir nipples rock hard. It wasn't just hir tits that were hard as he started to feel hir shaft dropping down to rub against his ass, the head exploring over his butt and already leaking precum. It was slick against his ass, helping to wash off some of the mud. It kept exploring around as shi grunted over him, pressing up between the cheeks of his rear. "No, no-no-no," Alan said, trying to squirm out from under hir as the hard cock teased around, the fat head searching for his ass. There was no way he could take any of the dragons, not with the sizes he had seen on them. They had to know that, but it seemed like this one just didn't care. He could feel the head of hir shaft rubbing along his crack, getting closer and closer to his asshole. It wasn't like he hadn't been fucked before; he was a fan of cocks in every way, but never anything like this, this was just too much! He squirmed under hir, trying to get free, trying to discourage hir, but all that he achieved was making hir starting to chirp in pleasure. Alan kept trying to pull away, but shi just held him in place, hir shaft getting closer and closer, the head of it brushing over his tight hole. Desperate for any sort of help he called out, but no one came to his aid. Finally he grabbed a handful of mud and threw it across the pen. His aim was straight and true, and it arched through the air and hit the violet dragon on hir side. Shi lifted hir head up and turned to look at the human and dragoness. Shi studied them for a moment, then with an amused look shi stood up and started to stalk across the mud. His feeling of relief was short lived as shi moved up to where the white dragoness was sleeping and nuzzled hir awake. Lifting hir head, the white dragoness looked at the violet one then over to where Alan was. They both turned their attention the him, then with a smirk the violet dragoness moved to mouth hir partner, both of them watching as the blue dragoness tried to rape him. The dragoness above him decided shi liked the audience, let out a chirp, and stroked a claw down his arm until it reached the mud, then grabbing a pawful shi smashed it into his mouth, preventing any more protests. Holding hir paw there, shi let out a low chirping and squeezed his shoulder with hir other paw. Shi was starting to wiggle hir hips, teasing the fat head of hir cock along the crack of his ass, dribbling a slick trail of precum in its wake. He struggled under hir, trying to break free but with no luck. All it seemed to do was to make the dragoness even hotter, hir cock probing and exploring at his rear end, searching for his anus. Shi was getting closer by the moment and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He looked at the other dragoness, begging for help, but it wasn't coming. Hir tail flicked up to rub along the inside of his legs as shi finally found hir goal, the tip of her fat cock head pressing against his hole. Shi held it in place for a moment, then slowly started to grind hir hips around, teasing the head against him, the precum making everything feel slick. Then without any more warning then a soft chirp shi thrust the head into him. It went in feeling larger than anything he had ever taken before. It pulled him tight, like he had a whole arm being forced into him, yet it wasn't stopping, more of hir fat cock head working its way inside of him. Just when it felt like he was going to be split in half the pleasure eased as the head popped fully into his ass. He clawed at the ground, crying out into the mouthful of mud. It was huge, bigger then what he imagined a fist would feel like. He had never been this filled before, and it was only just the head of hir shaft, and shi was as big as any of the other dragons in the pen. Snorting happily, the dragoness started to wiggle hir hips again, working the head of hir shaft around just inside his ass. Slowly shi teased it around, letting the precum flow freely into him. Taking the paw away from his face, shi grabbed his shoulder, squeezing gently at them, then started to press hirself deeper. The thick member pressed inside of him, slowly make its way into his body, the head sliding along his colon and deep into his bowels. Shi seemed to be taking her time, teasing him as shi did so. Alan snorted and spat out as much of the mud as he could, but it was still thick and heavy in his mouth. He looked at the violet dragoness, trying to beg for help, but this just seemed to make hir fuck the other dragoness even harder. Finally he couldn't watching them anymore, instead he was more focused on the shaft that was slowly splitting him. The blue dragoness had started with short thrusts into him, each one pushing hie shaft in a little deeper, forcing it in, inch by girthy inch. It was so tight he could feel the veins along the length of it, rubbing against his insides and starting to tease at his prostate. He had never thought he could take anything like this, and yet there was more of it pressing into him every few moments. It felt good, it felt very good, and he couldn't help himself; his own erection coming unbidden, rising up to rub at his mud covered belly. This didn't escape her notice, and hir tail flicked up between his legs to start to tease at him, stroking the blunt tip along the underside of his shaft then down along his balls, hir scales teasing at the soft skin. It made him groan and squirm under hir, which just seemed to increase hir lust. Shi pressed hirself in deeper, sinking the thick shaft in until it could go no deeper, less than half hir massive length forced inside of him. The dragoness let out a snort at this, then squeezed his shoulders harder, slipping back until the fat head was pulling at his ass and then trust back into him, shoving him forward against hir paws. Throwing his head back, he let out a low cry that echoed through the barn. It wasn't a cry of pain, but of pleasure, no matter how tight he was, the huge cock felt good inside of him, his own shaft twitching in excitement. Above him the dragoness snorted again and thrust into him a second time, hir head teasing as deep as it could go, making him feel like it was pressing right into his belly. Shi squeezed him one more time, hir tail teasing along the length of his shaft, stroking it with a gentle touch as shi started to pick up speed, getting comfortable with his tight ass. Shi fanned out hir wings, flapping them down with each thrust of hir powerful length, starting to slide a bit easier as he finally started to loosen up, precum squishing around hir cock as shi took him. Hir cries were growing louder, starting to fill the barn, it had woken all the other dragons, and they had decided to watch the show. They weren't idle, the violet dragoness was still fucking the white, and the brown dragoness was being double penetrated by the red and the orange, their own cries of pleasure joining in. Alan didn't care about the audience at the moment, it was just feeling far too good. He closed his eyes, finding himself starting to thrust back against the thick shaft, feeling it try to press deeper into him. The dragoness seemed to sense this, teasing his shaft more with hir tail while lowering hir head down to lick over his face, teasing it along his cheeks and chin before shi slipped into his mouth to explore over it. After a few moments he started to return hir odd kiss, whimpering with each thrust shi made into him, starting to feel hir heavy balls swaying up against his own sack. "Harder," he finally whimpered out from round hir tongue, thrusting himself back against hir. Shi was happy to do just that, bracing hir hind paws in the mud and slamming hard into him. His whole body was rocking under hir, thrusting forward and skidding a bit in the mud. Shi didn't let up, working hard against him with each and every slam of hir cock inside of his body. Then without warning something firm and wide pressed up against his ass. It stretched at it, but couldn't quite make it in and prevented hir from fucking him any harder. With each thrust is pushing hard at his ass, hir balls slapping against him, making him whimper. Finally he pulled a hand free from the mud and reached back, grabbing at hir cock, feeling it slide through his fingers as shi pulled out until just the head was locked inside. Shi then thrust back into him, slamming him forward as her long shaft sank into his body. He grabbed at the heavy base of the shaft, feeling a thick wall of flesh around it, pulsing with the beating of hir heart. Alan felt a jolt run through his body as he realized what he was feeling. It was a knot! That meant that he was taking every inch of hir length into his body, and that had to have been well over a foot and a half of dragon cock! He had no idea how it was even possible! He squeezed as the knot, feeling it swell under his fingers. It was big, very big, and with how hard it was to get the head in, he doubted shi could fit the knot inside his ass... though he somehow knew shi was going to try. Shi pulled back, hir shaft sliding against his hand before slamming back into him, shoving him even further along the mud, getting closer to the draconic threeway. He whimpered and clenched himself around hir girth, starting to stroke the length as shi pounded into him. The dragoness started to kiss him again, pressing hir mouth firmly against his lips as shi pounded into him. He kissed hir back, enjoying the taste of hir muzzle as he pressed his tongue against hir's. He continued working and teasing his hand along hir pounding shaft, squeezing against the knot as he felt hir heavy balls start pull tight to hir body. Shi dug hir claws against his shoulders, breaking off their kiss as shi slammed into him as hard as shi could. Throwing hir head back shi let out a cry as shi finally came. Hot dragon seed flooded into his ass, filling him in a moment and making him gasp out. The fit was so tight he could feet it pumping down the length of hir shaft, the twitch cock rubbing up against his prostate. After a few moments it was simply too much for him, and letting out a high pitched cry of his own he came as well, his cum shooting hard from his shaft to cover hir tail. Fanning out hir wings, the dragoness let go of his shoulders and wrapped hir arms around his body, pulling him in close as shi trust against him, crying out a second time as another heavy load of cum exploded inside of him. It filled him like nothing before, making his belly swell out with the heavy seed and gasp out in pleasure. With a moan, Alan fell down against hir arms, panting as the waves of pleasure broke against him and washed away his worries and cares. It felt so good to be held under this powerful animal, speared by hir massive shaft, and taking hir whether he wanted it or not. It was almost the sort of life he could get used to... almost. Slowly the dragoness lowered him down to the muddy floor, holding him down as shi slowly pulled hir shaft out of him. He found himself turning his head back to watch, gasping at just how much of hir shaft he had taken. It was even bigger then he had thought at first, and even as it was getting soft it was still a sight to behold. Hir fat head pulled out of him with a wet pop, cum flooding out after it. It soaked over his legs and into the mud. Shi didn't seem to care. The dragoness just gave him a quick lick across the face and sauntered off across the pen. After a few moments of thought he decided that he wasn't going to find a better place for the night then right there. Putting his head down on his arms he curled up in the mud and cum, letting himself drift off to sleep, a deep rumbling echoing through his body. \* \* \* A sound like thunder ran through the barn, echoing over the walls and forcing Alan awake. He lifted his head up from the mud, blinking his eyes as he searched for the source of the sound. Around him the dragoness were all moving towards the back wall of the pen, rushing over each other in the process. Rubbing his hands across his face, he pulled himself up to his feet, his body feeling sticky with the cum and his ass aching. Each step he took felt very odd, cum still dribbling down his dirty legs. He had to take his time as he walked, bowlegged beyond belief. He approached the dragonesses, surprised to see that a section of the wall was slowly sliding upwards. Tracing it up the wall he saw that it was basically a large garage door, and on the other side he could see sunlight and grass. As soon as there was enough room the orange dragoness pressed hirself to the ground and squirmed out under the door, the blue one following a few moments later. The rest of them waited until the door as a bit higher before heading outside, the violet dragoness hanging back in the pen, turning hir head back to look at Alan. The young man walked up to the dragoness, looking between hir and the outdoors just on the other side of the wall. "Am... am I allowed outside?" he asked. Shi cocked hir head to the side, fanning out hir wings to block off the open doorway for a few moments looking intently at him. Then, with a chitterling laugh, shi tucked hir wings back to hir side and walked out the open door. Alan decided that was permission enough, he stepped down carefully out of the mud of the pen and onto the thick grass. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that they weren't really outside, but in a large pen, fenced in on all four sides as well as across the top. It was big enough for the dragoness to stretch their wings, but not enough to let them actually fly. The farmer was standing just outside the fence, a smirk on his face as he looked over the young man. "I see someone has been busy." A blush crossed over his face as he clenched his ass, trying to keep the last of the cum from dripping out, but his legs were already covered with it. He just turned away from the large man, trying not to make it obvious. "It wasn't exactly my idea," he finally said, his voice a bit raspy. "I'm not surprised, Blue Beam is very aggressive when shi wants something, but it looks like you wanted it too," he said with a smirk, bending down to pick up something from the ground next to the fence. His blush grew brighter as he looked down at his belly, the dried cum clearly visible for everyone to see. Even worse, as he thought back about every that had happened, he felt himself starting to get hard again. He dropped his hand to cover it, which didn't do much as it rose right out from behind his hands and bounced in front of him. He was surprised at how big he looked, in fact he looked down right huge compared to what he should be. Outside the pen the farmer stood up, holding the end of a fire hose. "You had better brace yourself girls," he said with a smile, then turned on the water. It blasted through the links of the fence, spraying over all six of the dragons and Alan. While the herms were braced for the impact the force of it blasted him off his feet, sending him sprawling back on the grass. The farmer passed the water across the pen, pointed it at each dragoness in turn. They all stood in the high powered stream, shifting their bodies to get the majority of the mud off. All but the white dragoness, shi seemed to hold back as far as shi could until all the others had been washed clean. Finally shi moved forward and let herself be washed off, though from the look on hir muzzle it was under protest. As the mud slide off, it reviled the bright highlights of hir blond mane which flashed in the sunlight. Shi shook the water off, then moved to the back corner to pout. "You had better brace yourself, it's your turn now," he said, starting to move the stream of water towards Alan. He did as he was told, standing up and bracing himself as best as he could. The water hit him on the side of his legs first, nearly knocking them out from under him and washing the mud away from his skin. The farmer worked the water up along Alan's body, making sure to hit the worst parts of mud with an extra blast, washing it all away. He closed his eyes as the water rose up to blast over his face, soaking his hair down to the scalp. Turning around he allowed the water to work back down from his head and along his back, jumping as it hint a tender spot in the center of his back. He took some extra time to focus on his abused ass, getting it well clean before working on down the young man's legs. "There you are, nice and clean. Take some time to dry off and I'll tidy up your pen. And we will not have any horsing around this time. I do not want to attract any extra attention." Alan turned back around, looking down at the farmer. "What about food?" The man smirked a bit and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, I'll be feeding them when I let you all back in the pen, where you get your food is up to them." Letting out a sigh, he nodded his head and pressed it against the fence as the farmer walked away. What was he supposed to do while he waited to maybe get some food, just stand around on the soft grass? He turned back around to look at the dragoness, only to find that all six of them were laying down on their backs in the grass, their breasts jutting high up in the air. They were all close together, each one touch the other wing their wings and tails. With a shake of his head he decide that he might as well join them. Finding an open spot he laid down on the grass, finding it rather soft on his back, though the heavy collar around his neck was digging into his shoulders. He had almost forgotten that it was ever there. Closing his eyes, he relaxed in the sunlight, feeling it dry off his skin as he felt a tail flick down to rub along his leg. He scratched at his skin, finding that it was still itching. In fact it felt rather strange, like he was still covered in dried mud. After about ten minutes he opened his eyes and lifted his head, looking down at his belly. The mud had dried down a white color, but it didn't look right. It wasn't dry and dusty like he would expect, instead it was smooth and shiny. He stroked his fingers over the dried mud, finding that it wasn't just flaking off and was perfectly smooth. Finally he tried to peal it off of his skin, but as he grabbed at the mud and pulled he felt a sharp jolt of pain run through his body, enough that it made him cry out. He took his hand away for a moment, then rubbed at his belly, reeling that it was tender where he had pulled. The dragoness looked up at his sharp cry, the three collard ones letting out a chitterling laugh that harmonized with each other. Alan frowned, looking down at his belly, rubbing at the dried mud again. Slowly he pulled himself up to his feet, swaying a bit as he reached around to rub at his back, feeling the same slick dried mud over his ass and the small of his back, but this time it was rough... and there was something odd right at the base of his spine. The dragonesses started to talk with their chitterling voices, nudging at each other and looking over at the young man. Finally the violet dragoness let out a sigh and pulled hirself up to hir feet and walked over to the man. Shi snorted and pressed hir side against his legs and chest, looking up at him with narrow eyes. "What? I don't understand," he protested. Shi rolled hir eyes and shook hir head, then lifting up hir tail shi smacked it down against his hand, forcing it down onto hir back. Letting out his own sigh he rested his hand on hir scales, feeling them moving under his touch. They were warm and slick, much like the dried mud. In fact it felt almost exactly like the mud on his back. With his other hand, he touched his belly, feeling the mud moving under his fingers, flexing as his breathed, warm under his touch. On the other hand the dried mud on his back felt different, in fact it felt closer to hir scales... in fact it felt exactly like hir scales. Letting out a gasp he twisted his head around, looking at his back. It wasn't mud, it was scales. He had scales! With a yelp he leaped back from the violet dragon and started to paw at the scales on his back, feeling where they ended and his skin began. The edge was flat, one easily turning into the other. Turning his attention to his belly he looked at it again. It wasn't like the scales but it was more slick and leathery, the color starting to darken around the sides of his belly while getting rougher. "What's happening to me?" he asked, looking at the dragons, as if they could answer. But answer they did, the orange dragoness and the white dragoness both got up stood next to the violet one. Each one of them lifted up their heads, showing up the heavy collar that sat around the base of their neck. Each collar was identical to the other, thick leather with some simple metal pieces. Reaching up, he felt the collar around his own neck, feeling the leather and the small metal pieces. It was exactly the same as all theirs. "You... you were people once?" All three of them nodded their heads, the violet one smirking a bit. "And them?" he asked, looking to the other dragoness. The blue dragoness lifted up hir head and let out a long snort of distaste before shi returned to sunning hirself. The remaining two dragoness's didn't even bother to move, though the brown one let out a soft chirp. It seemed pretty clear that they simply didn't care for the idea. Alan look at the three dragons in front of him, looking at the smirks across their faces. The violet dragoness lifted up hir head, moving until shi was eye to eye with him, then licked him gently across the face. Shi let out a soft chirp and then back away a bit. The three looked at each other then back to him, like they were expecting him to say something. He found himself stumbling back from the dragoness, not taking his eyes off of them until he backed up against the fence. He pressed himself against it, feeling the links rubbing at the tender spots on his back. It couldn't be possible, could it? Could the farmer be somehow be turning him into a dragon? How was that even possible? It just... it seemed too fantastic, even if he was looking at six of them. "I commend you," the farmer said from behind him. Alan spun around, glaring down at the farmer through the links of the fence. "I'm not... I'm not going to become one of your animals," he sputtered out. The farmer just ignored him. "The majority of my girls don't understand what is happening to them until the really enjoyable parts." He ground his teeth, staring hard down at the farmer before feeling a chill running down his back. He was taller than the famer, by a good six inches, yet when he was caught by the farmer Alan had been the short one. He had grown at least two feet taller! He looked back down at himself, lifting up one foot to look at it. His toe nails were turning black. "Don't concern yourself, it is very pleasant. I don't want any of my girls to feel discomfort," the farmer replied, looking back at the dragons, a small smile on his face as well as what cloud be mistaken for pride. "Is that what you told those three when you changed them?" he snapped, pointing at the other collar dragons. The smile on his face turned into a full smirk. "My dear girl, I've changed far more than those three. My dragons are a precious commodity, each and everyone a special order... except for you. I am making you for my own purposes. I am sure you will not mind in the end." Alan wrapped his fingers through the links of the fence, letting out a low growl that came from somewhere deep inside of his body. "And this is how you want me to repay you, to be something you can sell?!" "Oh no, this is just the vehicle for your repayment. That will come later. Very well my girls, the pen has been cleaned and the food is in the troth. Back inside!" The dragons all nodded and started back towards the door, returning into the mud covered pen. The violet dragoness once again stayed behind, hir eyes on Alan as he stood in place. Shi started to nose at him, trying to push him along, but he wasn't willing to budge, glaring at the farmer. "Aurora, if you would?" he asked. The violet dragoness nodded hir head then looked back up at Alan. Shi let out a rather sharp chirp and lifted herself up onto hir haunches, hir four breasts shaking against hir chest. Shi gave him an intent look, but when he didn't move hir tail swept around and hit him across the back of the knees and knocked him off of his feet. He let out a yelp as he fell back while shi jumped forward, wrapping hir forelegs around him and pinning him to hir chest. "Good girl," the farmer said. Shi chirped at the praise, then holding him against hir soft breasts drug him out of the grassy enclosure and back into the pen. As soon as they crossed the threshold the door rumbled and started to sink closed behind him to shut with a heavy thud that echoed through the barn. The violet dragoness, Aurora, let him go, dropping him back down to the mud. He landed with a on his belly, his limbs sliding out from under him. He laid there, trying to understand everything he had just been told. His head was still spinning from it all, making him dizzy as the smell of the mud filled his nose. What did the farmer want with him? How would he be able to repay anything as one of the dragonesses? He was just confused by everything, how could the farmer change any of them? It sounded like magic, but there wasn't any such thing! Then again, he had accepted the dragoness without even a second thought. Finally he pulled himself up out of the mud, wiping it off his face. Looking around he saw that the other dragons had moved to the food troth, pressing in to receive their meal. The only holdout was the white dragoness. Shi was on hir back, flipping and rolling around in the mud, making sure to cover every inch of hirself with it. He stood upright, flexing his toes in the mud, feeling it squish deeply between them. He lifted one up and took a closer look, surprised to see that his toes nails had grown in the short time he had been outside. The tips of each one were starting to turn into claws. Alan carefully put his foot back down, taking a step forward only for the mud to pull at his feet. He found himself falling yet again into the mud. Something that was becoming far too common in his opinion. He pulled himself up onto his hands and knees, starting to crawl across the mud, heading for the troth. He wanted some solid food, if they would actually let him eat. Once again, as he neared the troth, the dragoness moved to block his way. He didn't bother to protest, he just sat down in the mud and put his head in his hands. What was he supposed to do? The dragons wouldn't let him get out of the pen, in fact they seemed more interested in watching him change... which was quite possibly the case. But he had agreed to this, even though he hadn't known what he was getting into. He had let the farmer put the collar on him and to be thrown into the pen, all to avoid the embarrassment of being caught with a horse. Maybe that embarrassment was preferable to becoming one of these herd animals. Reaching down, he pushed the mud off his belly, looking at the smooth scales that were growing over him. His nipples were starting to grow darker as the new flesh wrapped around them. They had grown lager as well, standing out promptly on his chest. He stroked his fingers over them, feeling a jolt of pleasure rush through his body, making him gasp as his shaft twitch in excitement and his nipples got hard. There was something else as well, feelings like he had never had before. He looked closer at his chest, past large nipples. He could see areas on his white belly that were still pink. There were small points that looked like small version of his nipples. With a shaking had he reached down to touch them, sending another jolt of pleasure rushing through his body, spurring his shaft into swelling out a bit more. At the same time there was a new feeling, deep inside of him, down between his legs. A huge weight started to form in the center of his gut as he looked back at the dragonesses watching their tails swaying as they ate, reveling a line of mixed sexes stacked between their legs. What he saw reminded him again of what he already knew. Every single one of the dragoness were a hermaphrodite. With a quavering hand he slowly reached down, sliding it between his legs. He slipped his fingers up under his balls, touching the skin between it and his ass. It was no longer smooth flesh, instead he could feel the slick scales already forming, as well as what could only be the developing folds of a female sex... To Be Continued... \-=-=-=-=-=- This story was written and copyright 2012 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author, violators will be dealt with by the stallion.

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Title: A Different Sort of Change by Segremores Tags: Cock Vore, Dragon, Impregnation, Oral, Other/Herm, Spooge, Transformation Disclaimer: This story contains subjects of an explicit and implied nature. Please read the tags carefully before reading. I am not responsible for you reading this, especially if you happen to be underaged. All character(s) belong to their respective creator(s) as indicated by the copyright information following this disclaimer. This story is a commission, as such please do not repost or copy without my permission, or the permission of any other individuals whose characters have been mentioned within the story. Thank you. Isotope belongs to his player. Segremores is me. A Different Sort of Change by Segremores Moon, a commission for Amotose The dark head bobbed steadily in my lap, making slurping noises every time he allowed my draconic member to slide out of his maw a little. His head always lunged forward with fervor every time there were some inches of my long, thick cock that he didn't have his lips or tongue wrapped around. "Mmm, Iso, you're so hungry for my cock, aren't you?" I giggled a little through my low groans and rumbles of appreciation. My paws were both gripped into his head, finger meandering around the black earfans and golden horns and spikes that crested the other dragon's head. His gold eyes smiled up at me as he continued his work, red membraned-wings fluttering a little behind him before resting around my thighs somewhat. Isotope certainly seemed to love my cock. Whether he was going down on it in the hungry way that he was now, or it was being pounded into his pert little ass, he loved taking it, and that afternoon was no exception. I was getting close, feeling the gentle build in the base of my loins, where me and every other guy out there has got to figure that our plumbing all connect to the same place and swells when we're about to cum. My fat balls pulled up against my body too, a sure sign of the inevitable, and I tensed up involuntarily, gripping his head all the tighter. This was he cue, and like a truly well-trained professional, he sunk his head all the way down to my base and swallowed my fat, uncut head into his throat just as I began to cum. "Ohhhhh!" I growled out as his swallowing pushed me farther over the edge, my member swelling a little, then spasming as the first shot burst into his throat, making him swallow involuntarily to work the load down into his stomach. Then the next one, then the next one, and even the next one. I had always had a bit of a reputation for being rather potent, though I have to confess that it's not all draconic genes that makes me... "produce"... more than your average member of my scalie kind. I grinned down at the little adult dragon through lust-filled eyes as I felt my balls emptying gently. It seemed to be over just as quickly as it started, and when he felt that my cock was no longer spurting thick volumes, his head slid back a little, putting my cocktip into his maw properly once again so that he could suck the remnants out of my bulging urethra. I groaned a little, caressing his head softly as a wicked idea formed in my head, something I knew the little guy might like. "Mmm, sound me with your tongue," I rumbled with as much sultry tone as I could muster. The dragon smiled a little with my penis still stuck in his mouth, moving his head back a little. He tickled the tip of his forked tongue against my tip, making me shudder genuinely, then he slid the thin appendage down inside, filling my urethra with the slick muscle, which made me groan. I squeezed suddenly with hidden internal muscles laying in wait inside my girth, stopping his tongue from moving at all as the urethra provided suction against it. "Gotcha," I grinned down at him as he realized his tongue was stuck somehow, looking worriedly up at me with those big golden eyes. He put his paws on my thighs, starting to push away with them, using my legs as leverage. This worked to the point of dragging his tongue out of his muzzle, allowing him to close his lips and maw around his tongue as it was pulled taut, but not one inch slid out of my cock, still stuck fast. "Hewww!" Iso exclaimed, trying to pull back more firmly, making my cock flex with the effort of keeping that tongue right where it was. I rubbed down over his head with a giggle, the concentrated a little, opening up what I could only describe as the flood gates that led to my genitals. The effect was immediate, my member starting to swell steadily, packing on half-inches of girth with every few seconds, and full-inches of length for every other few seconds. "It's alright, Iso, just relax," I cooed reassuringly, stroking over his cheek, my growing phallus's tip starting to press firmly against the end of his closed muzzle as it grew outward, keeping what portion of his tongue it had firmly-lodged inside of it as it did so. I rumbled lowly in pleasure, loving the sensation of shifting in any way, but especially of member-shifting in preparation for a meal of sorts. Luckily for me, Iso was a rather small dragon, so there wasn't much growth involved. I stroked over the bulging top of my cock, the thing becoming a log, a tree-trunk attached to my groin, taking up most of the space there between my thighs, keeping them open so that I could straddle my root and my growing testicles too, which drooped heavily over the edge of the bed, though I couldn't' necessarily see it due to all the activity in my cock. Pressure between the tip of his nose and the tip of my cock grew as my length grew, pushing against him. It just wasn't big enough yet, though it would soon be. The little dragon struggled a little more all the while. "SQUELCH!" came the noise I was waiting for, the sensations of which made me groan as I watched the tip of his nose finally slide right into the lengthening cumslit. My member was big enough now. I gave an experimental flex of my internal muscles just to see, and another couple of inches of his narrow head slid inside, making him look panicked up at me. "Oh relax, this'll be fun for both of us, I promise," I smiled, patting the top of his head right between those worried eyes. Flexing again, I stole those eyes into the wide cumslit of my member, making me groan loudly as it widened to feed on his head. I relaxed with a smile. There was nothing he could do now, this far along in my member, his head disappearing with a wet noise after a few more clenches of my powerful internal muscles. By now, his tongue had been allowed to slide back into his muzzle, and he was making loud protests in my flesh that caused my cumslit to burp comically around his neck and shoulders as he expelled the air he took in there with him, and replaced it with musky patches of the stuff that got in only seldom. Poor guy was going to suffocate if he kept that up. My paws gently stroked over my huge erection, gently playing with the pulsating veins over its surface, then sliding my paws down the dragon's back as his shoulders pressed firmly against my tip. It was a little rough, since the shoulders were always a wide part of one's body, but my shaft flexed again, spurting a loud wad of precum onto his back to drool along his sides, making me sigh in pleasure. Those narrow shoulders of his stood no change, the ‘lips' of my cumslit easily starting to spread around those lubricated arm bases, then swallow them up into the ravenous masculinity I called my cock. My member bulged hugely with his form, giving me an almost exact outline of his head and shoulders as they gently glided down my shaft, helped along with each flex of my loins, each spurt of precum across his form to lubricate him further for entry. The tip of my member slid over his wing bases, pushing them down flat against his back, which had to be uncomfortable. I tried to soothe his struggling form by petting softly over my back, rumbling softly more at the pleasure of the whole process than to try and stop him from struggling. After all, each little struggle and twitch caused my member to flex more firmly, to draw him in another good inch or two, and tickled deeply in my loins. His legs and tail kicked the whole time, hoping that I wouldn't be able to get them in if he just moved them fast enough. When the small of his back passed, I paused for a moment, my tip flared wide around his hips, about to take them in. With a grin, I reached down to his ankles, getting a good grip on them and suddenly picking them up. He struggled even more as he felt gravity leave him and turn him upside down toward the center of my loins instead, his form already starting to sink as a result. His tail whapped me in the head pretty firmly, dazing me for a moment. I growled, biting it hard, which made him jerk and yelp just as his hips passed fully into my member, bulging it out larger than the rest of him had. The poor guy got the message, his struggles slackening gently as he sunk steadily down my cock, his head finally disappearing into the base and joining my groin deeper inside. I hissed gently, closing my eyes and arching my back as I felt my inner tubes swelling with his nose, then his head. I clenched specifically, sending him in a certain direction, feeling him starting to travel in that direction as my paws clenching his ankles sank further toward the tip of my ravenous member. Looking over my cock, I could see the left testicle starting to swell gently with his form, the outline of his body almost perfectly shown through the sagging flesh. The last bits of Iso were gripped in my paws, my cock standing straight up to receive them like a dog trained to wait until its owner said go. I flexed several times, thrusting my hips upward a little, grinning like a lustful lunatic as each inch of Isotope's dark legs and tail were claimed into my swollen cock. The long, thick python pulled firmly at his knees, swallowing them down. My paws slipped off of his ankles, letting them hang precariously out of the drooling slit in my tip, holding up my shaft by its base as the rest of him vanished. I could feel my sac touching lower on the edge of the bed, nearly to the floor as his weight steadily settled fully into my left testicle, the remnants of my spooge sloshing a little around his form. Smiling softly, I tickled his toes and the tip of his tail right before they slid in, and vanished from my tip, the tip closing up firmly behind his full form. "Mmm..." I rumbled to myself, gently stroking my bulging member, feeling those visible bulges moving downward, leaving my huge shaft empty steadily. I gasped softly when his full form settled inside that huge organ in my scrotum, stretching the scales out firmly as he moved around, trying to find his way back out more than likely. I chuckled a little, making my shaft gently shrink back to normal size, the massive girth growing narrower and shorter, until I was stroking over my usual size once again, closing up all hope of his escape. "Shhh, relax Iso, just let me have you," I whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear me. Simply laying there with my legs and balls over the edge of the bed, I stroked my shaft slowly. The wet head of my cock continued to drool, burping up loads of musky air as it got rid of everything he was breathing. It wouldn't matter anyway, he was about to go, I could feel his struggling lessening, the bulging disappearing as my testicle claimed him, massaging him and transforming into the same stuff that he sucked straight from my cock at the beginning of the afternoon. I glanced over to the clock on the nightstand, it was about one or so, only an hour having passed since he had come over to visit in the first place. I rumbled even louder when I felt his form suddenly dissolving into a massive load of spooge, my left testicle squeezing, letting some of it flow into my right one to balance me out. "Let's see what we got here..." I grinned, scooting back on the bed, my legs coming up to rest in their spread manner. My balls came up onto the bed, resting heavily there, each the size of large melons. "Mmm, perfect..." I grinned, stroking myself in earnest. It wouldn't be long now, I was already so wound up from the consumption of my friend. My groans filled the air, toeclaws gripping and unclenching, my tail twitching across the bed sheets. I looked down at my paw around my cock, watched it rub up and down, rolling that thick foreskin of mine over the fat, bulging head. My groans turned to gasps steadily as I felt that building peak in my loins again. This one was much bigger, of course. There was so much to spooge, and it was going to go everywhere. I scooted back toward the middle of the bed, hoping that the sheets would catch it all so that I wouldn't have to clean anything up off the floor, my balls pulling up again, though only moving a little this time due to their size. I lifted my legs into the air a little, flexing my big toes and suddenly roaring out into the air around me. The first spurt was massive, arching in an astounding spout up over my head, and splattering against the headboard of the bed and onto the wall as well, making me gasp in surprise. I didn't have time to examine my handiwork though, for more was coming, though not as pressurized as the first. Low, slow spurts of cum spurted up from my loins, splashing and splattering all over my dark form, and rolling onto the bed sheets around me, soaking them. My groaned continued on, long and slow, my loins pumping out every last drop of the once-dragon all over me and the bed, the cum of poor Iso pooling around my form, sloshing in large gobs against my body, until I was finally empty. I was left gasping for air, holding my cock by the base, gently squeezing it as some remnants drooled out onto my groin, adding to the already-massive mess there. I smiled stupidly, the afterglow of such a great orgasm washing over me, the smell of thick dragon cum filling the room very quickly as there was such a source to pull from. I felt a small pang of guilt for what I had done to the little dragon, frowning a bit as my eyes opened, looking up at the initial splatter still on the wall above me. I giggled as I saw a pair of wet panties stuck to the wall. "Oh no, I forgot that you were wearing those, Iso," I giggled, scooting up through the pool of cum to reach up and pick up the panties. They were completely soaked through with cum, though and big enough to slip onto a small pair of dragon hips. Smirking, I lifted my legs and gently started to pull them up onto my form. They were a little small, but I managed to slip them on, shivering as the spooge they were soaked in touched against my empty balls and spent, limp cock. "Alright, Iso..." I sighed playfully, sitting up in the pool of cum and lifting my tail. I gently lifted the panties out of the way to expose my wet femsex, gently scooping up some of that cum and fingering it deeply into me, hissing in enjoyment. "Hehe, see you in nine months..."

FSE

Title: 53 Miles West of Venus Ch. 07 Tags: lesbian, mff, sci-fi, fantasy, oral, lesbian sex "Why didn't you warn me about how freaking big he is?" Fredi gasped with rather genuine surprise. "He's huge... just like the schoolgirl gossip of big hands equals big cock sized huge, but even bigger. It's a monster, I can't even get my fingers all the way around it!" "Well it takes two hands to handle a Whopper, and if you're not woman enough to handle the job then move out of the way so I can see how much of it *I* can swallow!" Phyl muttered, her mouth already stretching open in preparation to devour my cockhead, or at least the first few inches of it. Ok, I'm not really huge, huge... a bit over seven inches only in length, but it's admittedly unusually thick from tip to base. Rather like the barrel of a rather friendly cannon or siege sized battering ram. It's not a sexual experience that women tend to forget or become nonchalant about afterwards. An old girlfriend once compared having vaginal intercourse with me to being *almost* like the experience of childbirth, albeit rather somewhat more enjoyable. I think she was kidding... maybe. Once back in college a prospective would-be partner in coitus caught a last second glimpse of my erection just as her panties were sliding down past her knees and her scream of shocked surprise sobered us both up. She mumbled something that vaguely resembled an apology while grabbing for her jeans and then she skedaddled. She made something of an excuse over coffee a few days later that her lady parts were a bit tight and constricted down there and that a ride on my particular magic pony would probably result in a trip to the emergency room for stitches afterwards. I kept my disagreement of that prediction silent. The vagina is an adaptable and resilient orifice, assuming that proper foreplay occurs beforehand... and perhaps a generous application of Astroglide as well. Her loss; I soon found other playmates. As for this early, early morning's fun, Phyl and Fredi's jeans had come down barely a moment after our cave tent had gone up. Already my cock was coming up as well even before my own jeans had joined theirs. Fredi won the race to grab my cock first while Phyl had paused to kiss me first, now as a lover instead of just a close intimate friend. Having won the race, the rather surprised geologist was at something of a loss to know just how to handle this rather oversized bit of strata and relinquished her prize to her mocha skinned rival. Phyl knew exactly how to handle my particular slab of prime beef and in an instant had a good half of it into her mouth and wedged tightly up to the back of her throat. "Watch and learn baby sister," she hoarsely sputtered as she lifted her head up for just a moment to catch a quick deep breath, "this baby's going *all* the way down, but it's going to take a minute or two." Admittedly, it took perhaps four minutes, or even a bit longer but like a snake she stretched open her jaws and somehow relaxed her throat enough to allow my cock free (but rather constricted) passage downwards until true to her pledge her nose was pressed tight against my shaved crotch and my pubic bone. I couldn't tell if Fredi was actually learning anything from the demonstration, as I'd grabbed her hips and guided them sitting over my face so that I could lick out her clit. It was only moderately surprising to discover that my rock girl was completely shaved smooth, and recently too, with only the slightest hints of emerging stubble anywhere on the lips. Even the insides of the folds of her outer lips were baby smooth as well, a good indication that someone (undoubtedly Phyl) had attended to this intimate job herself. It certainly made for a more enjoyable eating experience and it didn't take long for Fredi to start to cum, although with her legs mashed against the side of my head squashing my ears muted the cries rather considerably. "Don't even think about cumming yet!" Phyl gasped, right as she correctly sensed my body tensing up in preparation for orgasm. Just to make sure that I didn't pop she grabbed the base of my cock hard and squeezed it tight. She had slightly longer fingers than Fredericka and I think that the tip of her middle finger might have stretched around enough to reach her thumb, but not by more than a millimeter or so. Once she was sure that no premature eruption was likely to occur, she transferred the attention of her mouth and tongue to my balls and began a rather long and exhaustive oral examination of them. Fredi, having enjoyed her first orgasm, was now quite ready to enjoy some other fun and slid herself off from my face so that she could lay down next to me with her mouth now licking the sides of my prick, starting at the base so that her tongue dueled with Phyl's and gradually working its way upwards to the head. With my mouth now free, I reached out and grabbed one of Phylicity's feet and briefly gave the toes a quick licking. She's horrifically ticklish. Squawking in mock outrage, she rescued her sensitive feet and wrangled her own moist crotch over my mouth to give my tongue something more useful to lick. Being about the same height that I am gave her mouth access to my cock and testicles while in a 69 position, or even better still... access to Fredi's already well lubricated cunt as she then assisted her girlfriend up to her knees to then mount herself upon my rigid cock. "Age before beauty," Phyl giggled as she bent forward enough to help guide my cock into her friend's dripping snatch while alternating licking her breasts. "Pearls before swine," Fredi giggled, gyrating her hips slowly as she slid down taking my cock progressively an inch at a time downwards until at last our hip bones meshed. Then when fully impaled she slowly ground her hips in slow circles and bent forward to grasp both of Phyl's breasts in her hands as their eager mouths met to kiss. Fredi was tight, but not excessively so, but with my mouth full of Phyl's clit and Fredi's vaginal muscles pulsing with her gyrations, it wasn't going to take me very long to cum, and that had been Phyl's clever plan from the start, as I discovered right after the last pulses of my first discharge. She rolled quickly off of my mouth onto her back and pulled Fredi towards her, guiding the cum-filled snatch right over her eager tongue. The women adjusted themselves into a 69 leaving me free to maneuver myself onto my knees, so that my wet oozing cock could alternate between Fredi's mouth and into (just barely inside the lips) of Phyl's already well lubricated cunt. To further tease her I just let my cockhead rub around her lips and over her clit, rubbing it slowly to lovingly torment her while Fredi's tongue licked over and around it on top. I'm pretty sure that Phyl came at least twice before I took pity on her and finally submerged my penis entirely inside of her, but with her mouth entirely full frantically eating out her lover's semen-filled cunt, only a series of muted grunts actually emerged, at least until Fredi eventually lifted herself off Phyl's mouth to take a brief rest. Phyl's cunning (or is it cunt-ing) plan was to let me shoot first in Fredi, so that she could enjoy the second round lasting much, much longer... and harder. Actually, it worked. My mocha-skinned security boss had been waiting for this moment for years and she wanted it to last. Although she had slightly wider hips than Fredi, her vaginal wall was slightly tighter and only slightly relaxed even as I began to fuck her harder and more fiercely, as she grunted and moaned for more, more, more. We changed positions twice with Phyl getting on her knees with Fredi licking underneath us, and then awhile later back on her back with her ankles practically up to her ears above her shoulders as Fredi licked my balls from behind. That finally did the trick and a bit-too-tight or not, I finally exploded again and pretty much collapsed into an exhausted heap. Fredi got her turn now to do some housecleaning with her tongue to lick us both neat and more or less dry, but even with two dueling tongues a-wagging I couldn't quite manage another erection. Grudgingly, they allowed me a few hours of sleep until I woke up sometime mid-morning to find a pair of eager mouths trying once more to bring my cock back to life, rather more successfully this time. I've always needed my sleep, preferably the full eight hours, but today five would have to do. The ladies each got what they were after and by the time we fixed a hasty hot lunch and packed up the tent it was well into afternoon. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The emergency cavern route had pre-prepared camps at about four hour hiking intervals and it was evening (at least up at the earth's surface) when we reach the first one. We were already a little behind schedule and we'd rather optimistically planned to skip this first site and go for another four hours to the next one, but even Phyl who was in the best physical condition of our trio was dragging her feet and she scampered to pitch the camp tent and start blowing up the air mattress immediately upon arrival. Fredi stripped down to take a warm splash bath in the ever-running cavern stream, which at this point had widened into something of a deep swimmable pond, rather like Love Beach but without any actual beach other than a narrow ledge of rock just wide enough there to sit on. Phyl joined her not long afterwards, putting their wet clothes out to dry for tomorrow. The water here was thermally warmer, but not quite lobster boiling temperature. For now, I kept my damp clothes on and started up the camp stoves to heat up a few packages of dehydrated sawdust blocks that nominally advertised themselves as containing stew mixes. Just add water and boil. I did, but the results were dubious. They actually tasted alright just as long as you didn't examine the actual contents too much. It was filling (in more ways than one - designed to keep the consumer quite constipated until off of a mountain, or in our case, out of the virtually virgin cavern eco-system) and with everything needed to sustain life under vigorous activity. Still no one wanted seconds. For dessert there was pudding in a squeeze tube but for the life of me I couldn't tell you what flavor it was even if at gunpoint. No one wanted seconds of that either. Today's spelunking tour was mostly a downhill and rather gentle one with no significant technical climbing features. We just followed the stream mostly along rock pathways but at a couple of points we'd had to enter the water to wade and even swim through several sets of caverns. The water was hotter and even the walls were warm and steamy, but it's always annoying to hike in wet boots and clothes. After dinner the ladies each wanted massages to loosen up the tight muscles from the long hike that the evening swim had further tightened. By the time they'd had relaxed enough for sex to even become an option Phyl was already starting to gently snore and when I covered Fredi with a blanket snuggled next to her, she dropped right off to sleep as well. That seemed like a good enough idea to copy so I turned off the LED lantern and in the total pitch dark fell off to slumberland a few minutes later. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It took us about three and a half days in total to make the egress from the caverns and after the inertia of our first day of trekking we managed to keep to the intended schedule of eight hours and passing three camps per day. After that second camp it became all uphill, leaving behind that still downwards flowing stream. At the very lowest descent point of the trek, Phyl stopped for just a moment to point out a rock that the emergency preparation climbing team had left. A rock not from these underground strata but from half a world away, a rock from Mount Everest, taken from the Hillary Step by one of our resident mountaineers who had surveyed and helped to prepare this route. "We're about 5600 meters here at the deepest part, *almost* as deep as Mt. Denali is high," she whispered in the quiet gloom as she picked up the fist sized rock and then gently placed it back onto the cavern floor. "Just makes you full of wonder, being at one of the deepest places anyone has ever travelled too. Now with my vacation time next year I need to dive in a sub to the bottom of the Marianas Trench, so I can be the only person who has ever been to both the bottom and the top of the world!" The trip heading upwards to the surface wasn't as challenging as climbing that famous Alaskan mountain, mostly. On average the route had mostly minimal inclines, often only about 10-15 degrees upward slopes, but there were several other steeper passages of 45 degrees that either had shallow man-made steps carved into the floor of the drier passages or else had fixed rope hand-holds along the walls that we could grasp and pull ourselves ever-upwards. The Littlejohn team had left very little to chance when they surveyed this route. There were however three 'technical' climbing sections that took some careful planning and execution to ascend. Each had prefixed climbing ropes for us, complete with harnesses, fixed hand-ascenders and even established rock-driven pinions in the cliffsides for us to use as footholds. Each of these rock faces were nearly vertical and the worst one, the third and final rock wall of over 600 feet even had a slight forward slope to it so that our feet were free, our entire harnessed bodies swaying about unsecured in the air. At this last cliff however we didn't have to use the ropes except to just hold on tight. Phyl handled the climb up with ease and then used a small motor that had been provided to haul us each up in a harness, one at a time. It wasn't fun, but it was actually pretty safe. From this last 'Step', as climbers would call those cliffs, the new set of tunnels heading upwards were reasonably gradual and smooth surfaced... and seemed in the gloom of our LED lanterns to be disturbingly man-made. Miles and miles and miles of dusty passages, nearly entirely bone dry and with noticeably staler air than below. Phyl pushed us down these pathways faster, sometimes at more of a hurried nervous shuffle than a measured hiking walk. "I don't like this bit," she muttered once when I asked, just making conversation as we trudged onwards and upwards. Fredi could tell at a glance that the rock here was man-made but she wasn't finding many traces of toolwork. At even brief stops to examine the stonework Phyl yanked on her hand to press her onwards, seemingly in haste. "Why? It's definitely man-made, at least along this stretch, something of an underground highway even," Fredi muttered, stopping again for a moment to shine her lamp closer to the passageway and even run her hands against the stone sides until again Phyl prodded her onwards. "The escape survey crew that took me down here on the practice run last year wouldn't talk about it... just said that *they* didn't dig most of these tunnels after the last step and told me to hurry and not dawdle down here. They practically ran some parts of this route, including one stretch we'll pass after the next campsite... which they advised me not to use, if possible or practical. Why... I don't fucking know, but they said it even gave the Littlejohn 'twins' the creeps and I didn't like it either. Just made my entire skin and spine crawl." Fredi didn't dawdle after that and we reached the next camp about an hour later and although it was evening and we'd done our planned eight hours, everyone was in the mood to keep going almost immediately. The camp was at a nook just a few yards inside of a crossroad of tunnels, all seeming man-made and identical to the one we were following. It was more than a little disturbing, and even the obvious thick dust on the ground both passages offered little comfort, but the only occasional footmark was from a modern hiking boot. I'd kept looking for something out of the ordinary anyway. We stopped for about five minutes just to suck down a few squeeze tubes and packets of hiker friendly goo, cold and swallowed fast. At least the applesauce packet tasted decent. We tried to walk faster for the next four hours but we were all getting quite tired and our pace slowed down, even after taking several brief rest stops. Even the quiet sounded ominous but if we talked at all it was just in whispers. It was unsaid... but we didn't want anyone or anything to hear us, disclosing our presence. Crossing tunnels became more frequent for parts of this stretch, including several tunnels that clearly seemed to go uphill more steeply than the one on our path. Phyl just hurried by them as fast as her tired feet could manage. About an hour later she picked up her feet and actually ran, all ass and elbows, past another side passage to our right that seemed to open up into a larger cave or chamber. Her eyes were wide with obvious fear as is she feared that the very hounds of Hades were chasing after her, but even adrenaline couldn't keep our feet going for more than another five minutes or so until we were forced to stop and catch our breathes. I asked her what was in that other passage but she just violently shook her head and kept her lips pressed tightly together in silence. Just about the time that Fredi's feet started to drag and shuffle in exhaustion we reached a rougher hand-hewn passage that steeply inclined upwards. While also obviously man-made, this passage seemed to be recently dug and didn't traverse more than a hundred yards, emerging into a new sequence of river carved caverns. Here, just inside this first natural cave was our next prepared campsite and we collapsed into it. Again, Phyl collapsed into sleep nearly immediately, even skipping a tube of cold dinner. Fredi and I considered firing up the camp stove and preparing a proper hot dinner but after a moment's consideration we left them untouched and enjoyed (not really) a packet or two of cold rations before sleeping. It was unsaid, but I didn't want even the trivial smell of boiling water to flow down into the disturbing passages below. We just wanted our passage to remain secretive and unnoticed... and thanked every deity I could think of that I'd never have to make this journey ever again! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* We took the remaining day of our upwards journey through seemingly endless series of natural caverns a bit more leisurely, stopping for a warm meal at each camp and making something of a lingering feast at our final dinner base. The underground streams here were usually more shallow and cooler as we ascended but there were occasional ponds deep enough to bathe or swim in, particularly at our evening camp, and at both rest stops our erotic impulses reemerged, briefly but lovingly at noon, and more energetically before bed. At several spots there were very minor technical climbs to ascend next to small waterfalls from above, but none of them were challenging. Each had ropes and ascenders, and couple of them could even have been managed bare-handed, if one was inclined. We weren't. We just wanted up and out... preferably quickly and safely. We reached the final cavern campsite at about noon. This one was significantly better equipped with extra camp food and even a radio set with several sets of fresh batteries. Next to us was a fairly sizeable lake deep enough for an enjoyable swim or two, and caverns that continued onwards at the edge of our light... but no longer heading towards escape and rescue. Above us at the cavern roof about 80 feet or so above us there was nearly direct sunlight shining through a cave mouth outside. There were bats up there too, but mostly sleeping or at least quiet and not bothering us in the slightest. We were there! Even before pitching tent, Phyl raced over to connect the batteries and fire up the radio to call in for pickup. "If we're only moderately fortunate," she semi-frantically muttered, as much to herself as to us, "there's already someone fairly nearby waiting for us. Otherwise, up on the surface there is a GPS radio connected to an emergency frequency at Littlejohn. Worst case, there's another remote controller packed in that box right there in the tent that will turn on another hoist motor up at the surface cavern and let down another rope harness. It's a bit of bitch crawling up and out from the cavern top so it's better to wait for help, an extra set of hands to pull us out, but we *ca*n do it ourselves if we need to." We didn't need to. Help was already waiting, about a half hour away. Another hour later and we were crawling one by one on our stomachs out of the tiny cave mouth up top and into the New Mexico desert evening sunshine on a small rocky hillside. Looking back, the cave mouth was small enough and hidden by surrounding rocks so that it could only be found by strangers by accident. Since none of us were ever returned to the mine ever again, being by now a collapsed heap of rubble from Level 3 upwards, we took the time to complete cover over the cave entrance that we'd had to crawl out of with a large boulder, and then a few dozen smaller rocks around the remaining open edges as well until the entrance was completely invisible even if standing in front of it. For extra safety we removed also the small encrypted GPS radio hidden in the rocks next to the opening was removed as well. This now made the only entrance to the final tomb of our now lost mine a bit more permanently lost. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Our rescuing welcome party was a rather surprising pair of young ladies in their mid-twenties, being in fact the co-presidents of Littlejohn Geo-Exploration, Ltd themselves, the 'Wonder Twins' Anwyn and Arwyn Littlejohn. While just barely the age of twenty-five, the twins had each finished their doctorates (paleontology and archaeology respectively) and had assumed functional control over the Littlejohn empire immediately afterwards. They had an actual CEO at the office to manage 98% of the day-to-day affairs of their not terribly large empire, mostly non-profit geoscience studies, leaving the spunky duo to handle the dodgier secret (and much more interesting) portions of the family business. Namely handling special projects for the extended family, mostly stuff for 'Wheels'... like handling the old Hidalgo gold mining operations in Central America and the ultra-top secret burn-before-reading stuff concerning Poravuvu. Those old gold mines were pretty tapped out, producing just an ever-decreasing trickle of golden cash for decades. The 'family' certainly didn't have quite the fortune it formerly had back in the good old days of our legendary grandparents. Wheels certainly wasn't building any more world-trotting dirigibles or specialized submarines these days. All of the in-house security folks at both Littlejohn and Roberts were tied up elsewhere, so the gals decided to get their decidedly rock-scarred and non-manicured hands busy collecting us in person. Prepared with a big four-wheel drive Range Rover the desert miles flew by at break-neck speed until we reached a state highway and then, with even less consideration for practical things like speed limits, they barreled onwards towards Littlejohn's corporate office in central New Mexico... chattering away incessantly nonstop the entire trip. Worse, being true twins they had the skill of finishing each other's sentences mid-word. That just drives me nuts. On the other hand, they casually (but probably with secret hidden glee) brought up the lingering topic of those disconcerting man-made underground passages and for the better part of half an hour they discussed the culture of long lost degenerate ice-age race of sub-humans who had created them (of course with the help of their extraterrestrial masters) and of the unspeakable rites they had conducted in darkness deep below the earth to "The Old Gods", such as in chambers like the one we had run past in adrenaline fueled terror. Arwyn was helpfully giving some details of their unspeakable petroglyphs painted upon the cavern walls depicting subhuman (and human) blood sacrifices and how the hunger of 'The Ancient Ones' could be ritually appeased when Phylicity pretty much lost all self-control and made a rather serious attempt at throttling the overly gleeful young archeologist. I told Fredi later that the gals had just been joking with us... but they probably *hadn't*. Knowing Arwyn, she'd have been in *all* of those chambers and had photo'd every unspeakable petroglyph and non-Euclid bit of geometry or ancient pot. Besides, neither Anwyn or Arwyn possessed the slightest hint of a sense of humor or even a notion of modesty or self-privacy. They didn't give a fig that nearly everyone knew that they been enjoying incestual lesbian sex with each since early college, or about the age of fifteen. There were rumors that they weren't entirely strangers to the enjoyment of cocks but they habitually slept (naked) at night only with each other. According to tidbits of Littlejohn in-house rumor that I'd heard whispered over the years anyway. Brice is a perverted ass, but he does hear the best gossip. The conversational topic mercifully changed... but not to a more pleasant topic. "Oh, by the way," they stated, more or less at once, "Ted Brooks is dead. Dave, there's a helicopter waiting at the office to take you straight to the county airport. There's a family jet waiting to take you to upstate New York and a car there waiting to probably go straight to the funeral. It's tomorrow morning. Pretty much all of the family, at least the elders anyway, will be there. Not us... we've got to babysit our newbie, Miss Fredericka here and get her off on the next flight to Hawaii and then Poravuvu... after we talk rocks back at the office for a while first. That's Wheels' orders, and not just regarding her. Littlejohn is going to have to close up too, or at least downsize to just a shell for all public appearances, and we'll have to shut down nearly all *family* operations, at least here in the US. Maybe even including Roberts Electronics too. We've already closed down our other two test graphite/graphene sites, evac'd everyone and everything worth keeping and then blew the shafts too. AIS can go lick our cute young anal rosebuds!" Ted Brooks was dead? Huh? What?? Inconceivable... and after the last week or two my imagination thresholds had been stretched a bit. I must have looked utterly shocked. "Theodore II, junior that is... not *your* friend. His dad. Frankly not a bit of a surprise either, although the timing sucks for everyone. Too much starting to happen right now, and it's just going to get more frantic, well... according to Cassandra anyway." Now the twins became stone silent, and rather awkwardly. Cassandra wasn't a name for discussion in my pay grade and probably a very forbidden word within the hearing of Phyl, let alone a newcomer like Fredi. Gee thanks... rub it into my pain that the crazy twin geo-scientists were cleared to know what Cassandra thinks. To me, despite being of the direct family line, *that* name was just a whispered rumor associated with Wheels, someone at the top, right by his side but hidden... very, very secret. Probably the very head of family intelligence. As for facts or any real rumors or hearsay, she might as well have been the Easter Bunny. Some family rumors (Ted III's own pet theory) is that Cassandra is really Wheels' close cousin Pat, and tied in with the Lovett, Texas side of things. Anything really odd or weird invariably comes from *that* part of the family. Ted wasn't close to his father. None of us third generation kids were. My dad was ok I suppose, but rarely ever home. Ted's dad in comparison was a remote and rather colder figure in his childhood and yeah he's bitter about it to this day, mostly suppressed now but that anger is never really ever gone. Even once Teddy III graduated from Harvard Law School and joined the family firm (and extended family business) their relationship remained a distant and non-convivial. Like a boss dictating to an employee, even after Ted became the functional (if not official) day-to-day managing partner of the law firm. In my opinion, the only close and personal relationship that Teddy Junior ever held in life was with a bourbon bottle. "Ok..." Phyl replied, mostly to break the growing awkward silence, "then where am I off to? Off to the island then, if everything else is being shutdown, or am I staying at Littlejohn until it's closed up as well?" "No... you're getting on another plane that been waiting on the tarmac for you since yesterday. *Another* security issue... crazy important though. Wheels' direct orders." We all let the scenery pass without much trivial banter, and at all too much of a disturbing speed. There is lots of nothing in New Mexico and at nearly 90 miles an hour it passed by fast. No one was in the mood to say much other than trivialities and frankly the last half-hour to the airport passed by for me pretty quickly. Concerning trivialities, like remotely blowing up our mine and the resulting collateral damage, everything had gone quite according to plan. Our remaining crew had taken the surface tactical tunnel out of the crater to safety and (complete with my useless parrot) they were now already heading to the island, including our all of our security temps which had all just signed perm employment contracts. They had stayed in hiding for an hour or so that night after the evacuation, long enough to watch the roof detonation take down the landing helicopter. It didn't join the inferno there in the wreckage of our old Ops building but somehow managed to stay aloft but crippled to crash land nearby next to the state highway. There were reported survivors taken off by a reserve helicopter about ten minutes later which safely flew off towards El Paso. The crew of the other assault helicopter that had landed on the ground next door by the main entrance fared less well. There were a few survivors there and also from the third copter that landed further out and was largely unscathed by the crater explosions. Still, by this point there was really nothing left for the remaining assault team members to actually assault, especially when the ridge water pumps kicked in and began flooding the entire crater floor. The goons were all gone, their mission a failure even before their boots would have started to get wet. Now, according to a satellite photo taken last night, the new mine crater pond was filled mostly up to the rim and had already covered all of the remaining mine structures. AIS wasn't ever going to find a way down here again, especially now that the land title to the entire property had been sold to our rancher friend next door! As for the treasonous Claire, her planet wasn't nearly so friendly now. She survived but was as of this morning still in a coma in an El Paso hospital, missing several limbs and with known head and internal injuries. Her AIS pals had apparently dumped her the moment they realized that she was now useless to them. They stripped her body (including her allergy bracelet which contained an internal USB drive with all of her data, encrypted) and left her bleeding on a city street outside of the public hospital, as an unknown Jane Doe. Sucks to be her! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I gave both Phyl and Fredi long hugs before we separated, Phyl off to her still secret new adventure and Fredericka remaining here for a few briefings, some rock handling and maybe a bit of rest and then off on a few long plane fights of her own to a new life in the South Pacific. At least she would soon be off to rejoin her sister in a day or two, and I'd join them there in maybe a week or two. Maybe we'd all, the three of us here right now, have something of a future together. See you soon we all said, as we cried and kissed together and then all too soon we were off, separated. Here is as good a moment as any to say that neither of us ever saw Phyl again. Her very important and oh-so secret security mission involved a rather strategic intrusion into the R&D center in Oklahoma of our villains, Advanced Industrial Solutions. She was part of a four-team crew, each with three members that did its assigned tasked superbly, at the cost of three of their team. Very, very superbly... it was justice quite neatly executed that will probably put AIS into complete corporate extinction, or at least pluck all of their collective feathers into future uselessness. Phyl was one of the three casualties, almost immediately forgotten after the details of the success were revealed. Now to find *their* bosses that gave them the orders. Probably not my problem though. I didn't learn of her death, or even the existence and success of the mission until after the funeral. Frankly, if anyone had told me that this had occurred just a few hours before Teddy II's funeral, I'd have joined right with Ted III and quit the family business right on the spot. Maybe... He played the role of the privately grieving but properly stoic son and held court over the burial, accepting the words of comforting platitude from everyone around him. The elders of the family were there, even the Lovett, Arkansas and Canadian cadet branches. I saw Wheels at something of a distance but since he had nothing to speak to me, I just remained seated on the second row, right behind Ted's folding chair and kept myself to myself until the very bitter end. Wheels and the powers that be, definitely not including me, disappeared first, mostly en mass off to their limos, supposedly off to a major family conference further upstate at the College. Another place that's more rumor than fact to 98% of the extended family. Back when it was built in the 1930's it was mostly a very private surgical facility and today it's mostly just a high security meeting place where Wheels mostly lives and where the real decisions are made. I didn't see my father at either the funeral or the burial but despite decades of working together, he and Teddy Junior were never close and except for family business rarely ever socialized together. He was probably already upstate, or handling some other critical business. There was actually nothing dad and I needed to say anyway. Our relationship had always been pleasant but distant. Today, I was still a good soldier, following orders. Teddy III on the other hand finally had had enough. "I'm done here," he whispered to me as we hugged like the brothers in long friendship we were. He had his current girlfriend by his side, quiet but pretty and properly supportive, apparently also the same gal from the competing law firm that he had told me about earlier. "I'm taking her father's offer to become their managing partner... and I'm going to marry her and have a real family, one of our own that my *other* family can't ruin or destroy a small chip at time, like it's done for our fathers' and all of the Roberts. They'll eventually break you too, or else ruin any remaining joy for life you might have until you end up just like them. You should go too, while you still can." He gave me one last hug and then grasped his fiancés hand and held it tight and they left, alone together towards a future of their own making. I turned to leave myself, being nearly the last one to depart as well... and I almost succeeded. A woman, one of the Lovett ladies, I think, but I'd never seen her before sudden grasped my hand to stop me as I walked past her and pair of her lady-friends, then giving me a friendly hug. The other two ladies then each took one of my hands and held them firmly. I think I could see their husbands waiting for them, but at a distance by their own limo, but they had no bearing upon my sudden change of fortune. "You've buried an acquaintance today, but your name has been much on the lips of those that you now distain and might yet bend your path firmly to their path," the first woman, now holding my left hand whispered, so quietly I doubt that even an owl five feet away would have heard her. With a quick squeeze, she then let my hand go and then took a step back. "You'll then bury a closer friend in two days and your name is already being spoken of with favor in private council to further the plans of those you, and we, serve. Astonishing, terrible but yet important and wonderful plans that might, as some fear, increasingly depend upon you and those closest." The woman holding my right hand then whispered, equally as silent but still distinctively. She too then released my hand and stepped away, leaving the last woman holding me to impart my final future. "The time *will* come soon when you'll face a terrible choice and either way you *will* bury someone closest to you - a friend or lover, either on behalf of... or against the wishes of those above us. You must serve or be served, and while your fate weighs considerable upon the final success of the Great Endeavor and the will of our masters, yours is not *quite* the most important to its final success... but still an essential crossing that no other can face. Not knowing you at all, and yet knowing, I'm sure that at just the right time you'll make just the right choice... and perhaps recapture and restore any other long-lost love too. F*ortes fortuna adiuvat!"* Fortune does favor the bold, according to my high school Latin classes... and right then and there I boldly peddled my ass *magna cum diligentia et properetas*, with diligence and haste as far and fast away from that damned graveyard and those weird Lovett ladies as I could manage! Nutters, all of them!

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Title: How I Became a CD SLUT Cum Junky Tags: transvestite, cross dress, cum slut, cock whore, interracial, glory hole, cock sucker, black, balck cock Here I was all dressed up in a bright pink satin princess ball gown walking into an alterative dance club in Denver on Halloween night. My hair and make up were perfect and under my gown I had on a lace up corset holding some nice fake breasts, fine silk seamed stockings and some sexy black velvet ankle strap wedge six inch high heels. I made my way through the grinding crowd to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila and a frilly drink. The bartender sat them on the bar took my money and moved on to the next patron. I slammed the shot to calm my nerves daintily picked up my Mai tai and stepped out to mingle and get my Posse for the night's fun. My black velvet purse had my room key, spare make up, a bottle of lube, a bottle of poppers, my ID and a wad of cash in it. I had just driven over from the cheap motel room I rented a block away from the club. Close enough for an after club rendezvous but to far to walk in high heels. But I am getting ahead of my self as this is to tell my origins as a Tranny cock slut cum junky. I grew up in the country with my mother and two older sisters as my primary influences. My father worked hard as a postman and bar owner to provide for us so he was rarely around or so we thought. We found out years later after he passed away being a postman gave him ample opportunity to meet women and his bar was actually far more profitable than he led us to believe. It financed his running around on my Mom and gave him a place to meet with the women he ran around with. Having only women around me most of the time I became interested in them for role models. I also became interested in their clothes. They always had such pretty things to wear, my boy clothes seemed so drab and boring in comparison. I would sneak pieces of my sister's clothes and try them on whenever I could get the chance. One of my sisters was two years older than me so I would get lots of things from her. I had a secret stash of things I stole or found in the laundry or garbage. Several pairs of panties a couple training bras, I particularly remember the first pair of pantyhose I found in the trash. They had a big run down one leg but I treasured them and wore then every chance I could. They felt so heavenly on my thin hairless young legs and I would wear them to bed every night till they pretty much disintegrated from wear. When I got older and bigger I started sneaking with my moms stuff. She had much nicer and sexier things then my sisters did. Though pantyhose were all the rage at the time she preferred stockings and garter belts. I remember the first time I rolled a pair of her fine silk stockings up my legs, they were purely incredible so light cool and airy feeling but yet tight and restrictive. Absolutely nothing beats the sensual feeling of fine silk stockings on your legs it's like wearing pure first time sex. Not run of the mill sex like you normally have but remember the first time you had really great sex. How you felt all a glow like nothing could bring you back down to earth that's the feeling they give you or at least gave me and still do. As I got older and big enough to wear Mothers clothes she decided to get a career since I didn't require constant adult care any longer (if she only knew lol). This also gave me more alone time to practice my dressing skills. I would get home from school and head straight to my stash or mothers or sister's clothes, dress up spending a couple hours pretending to be a young lady. I got very good at walking in my mothers five and six inch heels. She also had several of the old fashioned heavily boned lace up corsets with the metal stays up the front sides and back. Once in a while if I knew I had plenty of time I would lace on a corset with garters. Roll on some fine silk full fashioned stockings and hook them to the garter straps. Pull on my favorite red silk evening gown she had. Sit down at her make up table and apply her cosmetics just as I had watched her do hundreds of times then slip into my favorite pair of her numerous high heeled shoes. They were black velvet five inch wedge heels with ankle straps and a thin line of Rhine stones all around the base ankle strap and toe cap. They were so sexy and flashy I loved them and wore them often. I would then spend hours parading around in front of her full length double mirrored closet doors looking at my self, dreaming I was a real lady about to go to the ball. I had been taught to do the laundry and how to fold clothes properly to keep them in good order so I was easily able to put everything back in its proper array. It was around this time that I discovered my fathers numerous VHS porn collection. Back when VCRs came out my parents got a membership to the first big tape rental store and my Dad would rent porno tapes and copy them to blank tapes down at his bar. He would rent three or four and put them all on one tape. One trip into the closet to get dressed up I noticed a shinny new file cabinet on dads side tucked in behind his suits. I figured out how to by pass the lock and opened up the drawer to fifteen or twenty VHS tapes filled to the brim with porn. I scored huge as the very first one I picked featured a really hot little brunette dressed in corset stocking and heels. Ten big cocked guys gang fucked her silly in several positions four and five at a time then finished off with her leaning back as they all came in her mouth, she showed the camera the group load swished it around gargled it and swallowed, I was hooked, I wanted so bad to be her. I spent months dressing up in as close an outfit as I could put together watching her jacking, sucking and getting fucked by those big cocks. I made my own dildoes from a broom stick cut in half then wrapped with electrical tape to get the right size and shape as those big cocks. I would tie them to the ottoman and an upside down bar stool, get all dressed up in that outfit, pop in that tape and mount my dildoes one in my ass pussy one in my mouth. I would then grab the bar stool legs jacking on them and fuck my self silly pretending to be her getting gang banged by those magnificent big cocks. Pausing the tape and flipping into the different positions just like they did to her. I made it my top priority to get gang fucked so I set about on a plan to make it happen. I had turned eighteen several months earlier so I had a car a license and several plans. I got a job from some friends of the parents to get spending money and the best part was I could do all the work at home while dressed up, and then take the finished product to their office to get more supplies and a nice fat check. The biggest portion of my checks was spent on sexy lingerie, high heels, cosmetics and my princess ball gown. The later I had been putting away a big chunk of each check for. I had ordered it from a custom maker in California and it was gorgeous, made of bright pink satin and black lace trim around the edges. It looked just like the dresses in those animated princess movies just shorter showing lots of leg. Fitting tight to my torso with tight arms and thick black lace trim around the cuffs. It has a black lace piece over the cleavage to see through to my ample fake breasts. It is skin tight down to just above the hips where a crinoline petticoat flares it out wide down to the hem which stops just below my stocking tops showing off almost all of my sexy legs My plan was fairly simple, get a job, get the outfit, then go to a popular gay, lesbian and transsexual club on Halloween night. I had heard rave reviews about one down town that always threw a huge Halloween party and attracted both the alternative crowd and a pretty good straight crowd as well due to its popularity. Part of my plan also included giving bi or straight men lots of blow jobs in order to get used to sucking real cocks and getting used to cum. I had tasted my own several times but it was now time for the real deal. I found a great glory hole arcade several miles from my house. I would wear my lingerie stockings and heels under a baggy sweat suit and spend hours at a time down on my knees in front of the glory hole pleasuring anonymous men. I started to get a large group of regular cocks for return service and I really loved giving the best possible blow job my growing bag of skills could provide. As I became familiar with several different cocks I grew to know just what they liked and wanted. There were ones that liked a nice slow tongue rolling gently all over their rock hard cock. Ones that liked a fast furious pace from limp till shooting a nice big load all over my tongue. There were also several assholes that would enjoy my oral efforts right to the point of Cumming then pull back and shoot all over the floor depriving me of my reward for a blow job well done. I made sure to memorize their shoes and refused to service them on future visits. There was a really large black cock about 9 inches and very thick with a large mushroom head that barely fit through my teeth. He liked it when I would slide it in to where I could just barely breath, hold it there and chew on it up and down while wiggling my head back and forth. He would egg me on telling me he loved how I sucked his cock and ask me if I liked his big black cock in my mouth. I had been going there every afternoon for five or six hours a day, it had calmed down one afternoon and I hadn't had a cock to suck for half an hour. I was just stepping out of my normal booth. My sweat suit jacket was open enough to see a powder pink satin camisole underneath. I also had on matching panties, white elastic top stocking and some cute wood strap on sandals. My below shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a pink scrunchie to keep it out of the way as I bobbed on meat. I shut the door and noticed a tall well built black man leaning against the wall on the way out of my aisle. I walked towards him to get out and he spoke to me. "Well aren't you a pretty little white bitch!" "Thank you." I replied. "I heard there was a young white bitch that sucks a mean cock here every afternoon. Is that You?" "Yes that would be me!" "Well, Well, well I got fourteen inches of hard black meat. Think you can handle that?" "I would love to try! There's a booth in the next aisle with a futon we can relax on." He followed me over to the next booth and we went inside. He told me to take off the sweat suit so he could check me out, he kicked off his shoes pulled off his pants and laid down watching me. He hadn't lied sticking straight out from his groin was a very long average thick cock with a beautiful pinkish purple mushroom head capping it. "You're a hot little bitch! Some make up and a dress you would pass as a chick with out a problem. Now sit on my face and suck my cock bitch!" I tossed my sweats on the back of the futon then pulled off my pink panties tossing them on it too. I straddled his head and sat down on his also rather long tongue sticking up out of his mouth. It felt glorious sliding into my tight little hole. His long, warm, wet tongue jabbing in out and all around inside my little ass pussy evoking deep moans. I leaned forward moaning continuously and grabbed onto over a foot of deep dark meat. I grabbed on just under the head with one hand and down by the balls with the other working them up and down, leaving more than most men have uncovered. I was mesmerized by its beauty as my hands caressed its deep dark black soft flesh. I loved the contrast of my Lilly white hands sliding across his deep dark brown soft supple skin on a rock hard inner shaft it simply amazed me. I loved watching my hands upon it as I pulled the large head right in front of my eyes starring at it. A drop of pre cum glistening in the large slit in the head, my tongue eased out gathering it up. Delighting in its taste and craving more I run my tongue wildly across the large head. I milked up another bit of pre cum licked it off and savored it upon my tongue. It made me ravenous for more. My mouth opened wide I ran my tongue across my lips coating them in saliva. His tongue hit a perfect spot in my ass pussy causing me to moan loudly as my lips stretched across his taught fleshy head following the contours down around and then gripping tight to the shaft pooling saliva inside as my tongue swished the head. I lightly part my lips letting the drool run down his long dark shaft. Still moaning I slide down, keeping my lips tight against it. His bulbous head striking into the back of my throat, reaching down grabbing his ass cheeks in each hand. I swallow pushing downward driving his head into and down my throat. Feeling it strain against my throat and bend down into it. I pull with my arms push with my shoulders forcing his long dark cock deep into my throat till my lips plant upon the base. My tongue wiggling all around at the base of his beautiful dark meat. Feeling my lips around his base he grabbed my hips lifting me up off his tongue forcing my chin into his abdomen. His head rose looking between us to see my accomplishment. "Wholly shit bitch I never seen anyone take my cock to the base before! Get up and then lay down on your back with your head off the end." I did as he said and he got up kneeling at the side of the futon as I lay across it hanging my head over the edge. Placing his cock head into my mouth he pushed forward plunging his cock in my throat and down into it firmly till his balls rubbed upon my nose and face holding it there till I thought I would pass out. He pulled back out into my mouth and I gasped for breath before he plunged his long dark meat back all the way into my throat smacking his balls on my face and holding there. He did this a dozen times or more, me just barely getting my breath and feeling light headed as his long black meat fucked into my throat. It felt incredible to me so I could only imagine how he felt. "THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK A BITCHES THROAT LIKE THIS! NO ONES EVER BEEN ABLE TO TAKE MY FULL LENGTH BEFORE." With that said he positioned his hips so the head was in my mouth and started pumping all the way in then out to my mouth letting me inhale. Plunging back till his ball smacked my face then out till I exhaled, then in again. His balls smacking against my face and then pulling back, inhale, back down into my throat. He reached down pinching my nipples hard in his fingers as his cock pounded inside my chest beneath. He kept a steady quick pace letting me just barely breathe as his cock ravaged my mouth and throat relentlessly for what seemed like an hour. Then his pace quickened and my breaths came less often as his long black cock grew near. It thickened in my mouth and hit deeper inside me and his balls smacking my face felt firmer and tensed against his groin. "OOOHHHH FFFUUUCCCCKKKK HERE I CUMMMMM!" His abdomen crashed into my chin and just held there as his seed erupted into my throat. He just held there pumping stream after stream deep inside my throat. His cock throbbing along my throat as his sperm coated it. He held there frozen still as I began to turn red in the face and had to reach up pushing him out of me. His cock still pumping stream after stream as I pushed his hips back far enough to gasp for a breath. Air and cum rushing into my mouth the later coating the roof of my mouth around his throbbing cock head. My tongue slathering around his head and shaft scooping up his tasty seed for me to savor and relish. I dropped my hands down gripping and jacking his firm black shaft milking it into my willing mouth. I swallowed every thing in my mouth milking his shaft for more cum, wanting to taste every drop. He shuddered as my tongue ran around across his head, my fingers milking any leftovers up and out of his dark meat. He pulled back removing his head from my mouth and collapsed on his back next to me. His cock remained hard standing up away from his stomach. I got up on my knees to lean over grabbing his shaft and licked it all over up down and around cleaning off his delicious seed from the soft black skin. He had a look of contentment all across his face as he laid there. I knelt there longingly licking all across his firm dark meat till it glistened from my spit. I turned and placed my foot over next to his hip straddling his legs, leaned over and gripped his head in my mouth running my tongue around his head leaving it coated with a generous amount of my spit. Getting up and placing a high heeled foot on each side of his hips crouched down. I placed the head of his cock at my sphincter. I eased down onto his long black cock moaning deep and loud as it slipped up inside me. Using my weight and wiggling side to side moaning madly as I slowly slid down the hard black length. His cock probed my depths stretching, pushing my guts around making room for it self, deep inside me. I gently bounced up and down on the long black hard invader easing it slowly deeper and deeper up inside me. Finally after several minutes of bouncing it in deeper my ass cheeks came to rest upon his powerful hips. I shuddered from deep inside moaning and writhing on his fourteen inches of hard black cock. I have never had any thing so deep inside me, not even my home made dildoes. I fell forward onto his chest and relished the incredible shuddering feeling of being so incredibly full of hard black cock. His hands reached up gently grasping my face and drew it to his, placing me into a gentle kiss. His long thick tongue slithered into my mouth and I moaned into his mouth as it danced across mine. I simply lay there on top of him enjoying the incredible feeling for a minute or two. He wrapped his arms around me holding me tight against him and started rocking me up and down his body, pumping his cock in and out of me slowly. My entire body tensed up and I experienced a full body orgasm expanding through my inner being. My clit stick didn't shoot even though it was throbbing immensely. I screamed out some thing incomprehensible into his mouth as the orgasm raced through my body as I lie on top of him. Intense pleasure pulsating through my body, my vibrations transmitted into his cock causing him to moan back into my mouth. I felt like Jello wiggling around on top of him for several minutes as it washed through my inner being. When it eventually passed I felt reenergized and ready for a serious cock riding. I pulled my knees forward balanced on them and started pulling as far off his cock as I could before slamming back to my ass cheeks on his hips again. His long dark meat sliding across my prostate like the bow of a violin, sounding pleasure through every fiber of my sexuality. I rode his long hard black meat slow, deep and intensely giving us both maximum pleasures. My hands moved to his pectorals massaging his powerful muscles while keeping eye contact noticing each stage of our lust run through him. My thumb and forefinger occasionally gripping his erect nipples pinching and tugging them, melding pain with pleasure. Causing a little grunt to slip through his lips. Leaning forward feeling his large firm throbbing head sliding out of me until it tugs gently at my sphincter. Leaning back feeling his long dark cock slipping up into me, pushing around inside me till, my cheeks come to rest on his smooth warm flesh. Moans emanate from deep inside each of us filling the small room with sounds of copulation. Since he has already cum once I know he is going to last giving me a long ride so I increase my rhythm slightly. His cock snaking in and out of me quicker now my breath panting my heart pumping faster, making me light headed with desire. The quicker his cock slides in and out of me the more intense my pleasure becomes so I increase my tempo again. "Your cock feels so incredible inside me. I've never had cock so deep before." "Your tight little sissy pussy feels great on my cock too bitch! It's doggy time bitch! I'm gonna fuck you hard and make you scream for more!" I moaned loud thinking about his long black cock fucking me doggy. My favorite position is doggy! I feel so vulnerable and feminine taking a big hard cock doggy knowing he can do any thing he wants to me. I feel as if I am submitting to his every desire. I quickly pull up off his long hard cock swing my leg over him and turn around kneeling on my hands and knees. He got up behind me and using his cock like a whip began spanking me on the ass, back and forth on each cheek several times. It actually felt really good so I moaned and wiggled my ass around for him and he cock spanked me several more times. I moaned loudly again and remembered that I had a travel size bottle of baby oil in my sweats pocket so I pulled it out and handed it to him. He popped the cap and squirted some on his cock rubbing it all over it then squirted some on my ass cheeks and into my gapping hole. He then rubbed his cock all over my ass spreading the oil around across it. He cock whipped me several more time before placing the head to my hole. His head plunged through my opening just as his hand crashed down on my right ass cheek. His cock slammed the full length right down to the balls in a powerful thrust his other hand crashing into my left cheek in a hard spank as he bottomed out in my ass. "OOOOHHHHH YEA FUCK ME LIKE A NASTY SLUT! FUCK ME HARD AND SPANK ME!" "I TREAT YOU LIKE A NASTY SLUT BECAUSE YOU ARE ONE! ONLY A NASTY SLUT WOULD BE DOWN ON HER HANDS AND KNEES TAKING BLACK COCK IN A PORNO SHOP! YOU'RE A NASTY LITTLE WHITE SLUT COCK WHORE AND I'M GONNA FUCK YOU LIKE THE COCK WHORE YOU ARE!" He started pounding his cock in me deep and hard all the way out spanking his hands hard on my ass. Plunging his cock back in all the way down and spanking my ass hard again. I started leaning forward as he pulled out and spanked me then pushing back hard as he thrust in too me working his cock hard, his balls bouncing off mine. "YEA FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE! FUCK ME HARD!" "YOU ARE A NASTY WHORE! TAKE MY BIG BLACK COCK YOU WHITE WHORE!" I LOVE IT when a guy gets all nasty on me spanking me and shouting filth at me as he fucks me deep and hard. It just sparks something deep inside knowing his girl friend or wife will never get fucked like I am. I am getting the best fucking this guy can give and I don't even know his name! That is the true benefit of being a COCK SLUT, well that and of course the huge loads of cum a good hard nasty fuck drags out of his balls just for me! We were both sweating like pigs now as his cock slams deep inside me. I am leaning forward and backward working him as hard as he is me. He is pulling out about three quarters of the way and slamming back into me so hard it bounces me out to where he slams back in as I push back. He is still spanking me once in a while as I chant out. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I'M A NASTY WHITE WHORE! FUCK ME!" Which just makes him fuck me harder and spank me some more. I glance back and his hips are just a blur flying back and forth pounding the long dark cock into me with fury. He changes his stroke a bit and I know he's getting close so I yell. "KNOCK ME UP BLACK MOTHER FUCKER! KNOCK UP YOUR NASTY WHITE WHORE!" He spanks me hard a couple times then grabs my hips yanking me back onto his cock pulling me off my hands like a bucking bronco. My clitty lets go all over the leather mattress pumping white stream after stream onto the black leather. But he just keeps yanking me back onto his long black cock so hard my hands keep popping up off the mattress. I feel his cock swell inside me as he yanks me on and off a few more times. "HERE I CUMMM WHITE WHORE!" He yells but doesn't even slow down as his seed pumps deep inside me. His cock throbbing and twitching as his cum fills my bowels with a warm wet feeling. He yanks me back hard for several minutes throbbing and twitching inside me before he pulls me up by the hair with his left hand and grabs my chin with the right. He bites me lightly on the neck and ear and whispers. "Now that's how you fuck a nasty white whore!" He throws me down on the mattress into my own large cum puddle and steps away. I roll onto my side to look at him and his cock is still hard poking out at an angle up from his groin. "That was fucking incredible! Does that thing ever go soft? Cause I'll be ready for more in a minute or two!" "Damn bitch you are a serious cock whore! If I fucked a real bitch like that she'd pass out for three days, and you want more! "Benefits of a high protein diet!" "I gotta roll bitch, it's already ten thirty an my bitch is gonna be wonderin where my ass is!" I tell him all about my plans for Halloween as he gets dressed and ask if he knows some friends that want a piece of my ass gang bang style. He says he knows some brothers that would be all over my shit for that action and gets my cell number to fill me in later. He grabbed my panties and stashed them in the top of his sock before heading to the door. I asked his name and he said I could call him "Mamba" the big black snake. I laughed and thought it was a bit cheesy but the way he fucks me I'll call him any thing he wants. He called me a couple days later and said He couldn't do the gang bang because he was spending time with his lady but he did have nine guys that would be there for sure and possibly three or four others who might show up if they were free. He also used my number to fuck me silly a dozen more times before the party. He even brought a friend "Shooter" (his basket ball court nickname) with a foot of really thick coal black cock to spit roast me three of those times on that futon in the porno shop but that's another story! Just before Mamba left the last time at the porno shop He told me Shooter has got my back for the party and gang bang. Every one going has been told I'm under their protection and to show the proper respect and not cause any problems so every body can have a great time. Shooter hung out for a while after Mamba left and we had a great conversation about what I was planning as I rode his cock cow girl and we french kissed. I felt really safe with him and He seemed like such a gentleman every time we were together. I knew they were part of some kind of gang the way they talked, but I didn't want to disrespect them by asking any questions and I was better off knowing any thing any way. Shooter was going to drive a couple of the guys and I was going to meet him and his posse at the party. We could have some fun get a little drunk and fool around then hit my motel room after where they were going to "ROCK MY FUCKING WORLD" according to shooter. I was ready and willing and constantly hard thinking about what they were going to do to my little white ass in that hotel room. !If you liked this story please take the few seconds and Vote below to let me know! *Continued in chapter two The party*

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Title: Best For Who Ch. 03 Tags: threesome, party, younger female, stripper, public sex, foursome, fffm, ffm, oral sex, lesbian sex Amberley organised Jodi's birthday at our house. I was concerned that I was about to host a rock 'n' roll drug fuelled orgy from hell, but Jodi spoke sternly to her and Amber turned out to be a good listener. To a point. She came to my office just before lunch one day, wearing a very short summer dress with tiny straps that showed her body off, made a big scene of trying to find my office before dragging me off to a nearby cafe. 'You didn't think of just ringing me and arranging to meet me here?' 'What and miss the chance to get the office tongues wagging?' Amber winked and shook her head. 'Besides, I was hoping maybe you could point out one of the hot young things that are up and coming that might be rich and want a trophy wife?' 'Male or female?' I asked, trying to keep a straight face. 'No, sorry Dave, I'd only marry cock.' Amber's voice was loud enough that the two older dears and the next table looked startled and glanced our way. 'Sorry...' I started to say. 'Well didn't both of you?' Amber asked with her most winning smile. The look of shook on both their faces softened as they were won over by Amber's effusive personality. 'God Amber, you can be...' 'Charming? Sexy? So embarrassment?' 'All three,' I admitted. We ordered a light lunch and she chatted away about some photo shoots that she had done recently, how she enjoyed it but also enjoyed helping her mother run the agency and that she was thinking of enrolling in an MBA. When our plates had been cleared and my coffee arrived, Amber put on her serious face. 'Okay, I've got acceptances from the twenty I was allowed to invite. DJ is booked, cake is booked, booze is ordered and now I want to know if I can test this little girlfriend of yours?' 'What? Test, how?' 'That's my surprise. She's been telling me what an...education,' Amber smirked, 'you've been giving her.' 'Oh,' I raised my eyebrows. 'I can just imagine, you filthy old man.' She laughed as she said it and I smirked back. 'I'm not that fuckin' old you know!' 'Too old for Jodi though, aren't you?' The smile disappeared and in an instant her expression was serious again and her eyes seemed to be probing through mine as though searching to read my mind. 'Why would you say that?' 'Because Jodi's my friend and I don't want her hurt.' 'I'm not going to hurt her Amber.' 'You have to say that though don't you? You'd hardly tell me that you were going to hurt her, would you? And besides, I know that you're too nice to hurt her deliberately, but Dave...it's gotta end badly.' 'Why? Because I'm twice her age? Because I have kids? Why the fuck does it have to end badly?' My voice rose a little as I spoke and the elderly duo at the table next to me looked over at us again. 'I dunno,' Amber shrugged and turned away. She smiled at our neighbours who went back to their strudels. 'I can't see...I dunno.' She looked at me and I could see a tear in her eye. I reached over and took her hand in mine. 'What's this about Amber? You?' 'Yeah probably,' she sniffed. 'I took Jodes in off the street pretty much, I thought I could show her a way through life's fucked up bits. Instead I'm still living life like an idiot and she's found a fuckin' prince with a ready made family. Fuck!' 'Amber,' I said in shock. 'You're twenty three, not forty three. If anything, the thing that is gunna end Jodes and me will be when she realises that she hasn't seen anything of the world. She's too young to be settlin' down with a bloke and ready made family...' I stopped, not wanting to follow that particular train of thought. 'So are you.' 'Yeah, yeah, I know,' she shot back. She'd regained control of her emotions and the cheeky smile was back. She was truly beautiful when she smiled. 'A moment of jealous madness that's all. And really, why would I want to have to give up having all those men chasing me anyway!?' 'No idea, and if you like I'll chase you round the living room on Friday night just so you realise how slow dirty old men are!' She smiled broadly at that. 'So what's this test about?' 'A bit of fun,' she replied a glint in her eye. 'I'll go with the flow, but I ain't takin' the blame if it goes wrong. Unless you want to tell me what you're planning?' 'Nah I don't.' We stood and before I could reach for my wallet she'd paid in cash. 'Actually the party was a cover to talk to you about Jodi,' she said as we reached my office. 'I'm happy for her, I really am. She wouldn't've done better with some of the dicks I set her up with...or tried to. Look after her, okay?' 'I will Amber.' She kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the crowd. \*\*\* The party rocked. It was loud, fun and relaxed. Jodi was having a ball and we were both appreciating Amber's efforts at being the centre of attention. It came naturally to her and there was no hint of the insecurity I had seen in the cafe. We cut the cake at midnight and shortly thereafter Amber announced we should hit the pool. The thirty odd people who had turned up seemed to suddenly be in swimmers and crowding into and around my pool. Thirty arrivals from twenty acceptances was apparently an all time low for one of Amber's parties, Jodi had assured me. There was young nubile flesh on display everywhere. I suddenly felt old and a little overweight. But I had been made to feel part of the gang and a number of the young women had come up and told me that they thought Jodi had done alright for herself. My ego had been suitably inflated. At 1.30 the doorbell rang. I answered it to find a policeman there. I was about to apologise for the loud music when Amber elbowed me out of the way and dragged him inside. It was then I realised he was wearing an LAPD badge, was tanned, muscled and not at all cop like. The DJ changed the music and Jodi found herself the centre of attention on a chair in the outdoor area beside the pool as Mr Muscles began to dance vigorously and remove his uniform. The catcalling and cheering was deafening and Jodi laughed continuously in embarrassment. He stripped to the cliché leopard skin thong, got Jodi to slap his oiled, hairless buttocks, along with most of the other women in the crowd, shook his package at her, then took a bow and disappeared. 'So that was the test?' I inquired after Amber and I had closed the door behind him. 'No,' she winked at me. The party had divided between those who returned upstairs for a dance and a sit, and those who hit the pool again. Downstairs was a little quieter. Amberley took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom, closing the door and blocking out almost all the music. With a deft movement she flicked off her bikini top, revealing her perfect B cup breasts to me. Again. 'Fuck me, right now, right here. Make up for leaving me high and dry on your birthday.' She pressed herself against me as I backed up to the basin. 'I won't tell a soul.' She breathed onto my mouth and stared with desire into my eyes. I wanted to, I really did. I hardened against her and I saw the flash of victory in her stare as she felt me lengthen. Then I pushed her gently away. 'If Jodi dumps me, I'll call you...promise.' I meant it too. 'What?' Amber took a step back, put one hand on her hips and stared at me. 'You knockin' me back a second time.' 'With great regret.' My smile was rueful. 'Don't tell me you're in love with her?' She feigned shock but made no move to cover up. 'I am.' The admission came as something of a shock to me, and the feigned expression on Amber's face became genuine. 'Fuck, you haven't told her that though have you?' She seemed to become aware of her state of undress and with an equally deft move slipped the top back into place. 'No, and I don't think I'd really admitted it to myself, until just now.' 'You gonna tell her?' 'Yeah, of course. So don't go spillin' the beans okay?' 'Okay.' She smiled at me, stepped forward and threw her arms around my neck for a close but non-sexual hug. 'You've passed your test.' 'Did Jodi know...?' 'That I was going to let you fuck me in the bathroom? Nah. I just told her I wanted to test you.' 'Oh, and I guess one of those gorgeous men is going to try the same with her?' 'Uh, oh no, I know her too well. That wouldn't stand a chance of success.' 'Well what's the test?' My curiosity was well and truly piqued. 'You'll see,' Amber said in a conspiratorial tone as she led me from the bathroom. I stopped her at the bottom of the stairs. 'So tell me Amber, would you have let me fuck you in there?' 'You'll never know,' she smiled at me and I watched her firm bottom as it swayed up the stairs. I decided to return to the pool. Jodi was there in a deep conversation with a pencil thin blonde who was one of Amber's modelling friends, and a buxom red head who had lived with the pair in the early days. The blonde's face was exquisite in that way that only East European heritage can bring. She smiled as I slipped into the pool and waded towards them, moving aside to let me sit next to Jodi. 'Where you been?' Jodi's words were a little slurred and I realised she was getting very drunk. 'Passed my test,' I replied. 'What was it?' Her eyebrows shot up and she leaned against me. Her flesh was soft and warm. 'I'll tell you later,' I murmured into her ear. She slid in front of me and I wrapped my legs and arms around her. She pushed against me and at once I was hard. The alcohol and the encounter with Amber had fired up my libido. 'Ooh, is that a gun in your pocket?' Jodi giggled as she pushed her buttocks against me. 'Yeah,' I replied as coolly as I could as the blonde smiled mischievously at us. Amber called down from the balcony for us all to come upstairs for an announcement. Once up there I discovered that about the half the group had left. There were only three other men still present, with the other dozen being females including Jodi and Amber. The seat from downstairs was conspicuous in its commanding position in the middle of the room. 'Come on, come on,' Amber bossed, extracting Jodi from under my arm and leading her to the seat. She sat her down, produced a pair of handcuffs that were lined with pink satin from a small bag that sat on the floor next to the chair before pulling Jodi's arms back and cuffing them behind her. It had the immediate effect of thrusting her breasts forward and tightening the material significantly, showing her nipples to good effect. Larger cuffs were produced and her ankles were shackled. I wondered what was about to happen and from the looks on the faces of the others watching with me, I wasn't alone in that thought. 'Okay Jodi, you're nineteen now, so its time you gained a bit more worldliness. And I'm here to help.' 'Someone else help!' Jodi cried in mock alarm. We all giggled a little but seemed eager to see what Amber had planned. 'So, we've had the cake, the drinks, some dancing. We've met her man,' heads turned my way and I nodded, 'had a swim to help us sober up, been visited by the police...' she paused for the titters to die down. 'Now for something a bit more...adult! I give you Sasha.' At that, the DJ spun up a dark sexy number and a slim, dark skinned woman in a blue sequinned floor length dress walked up the stairs. As she made her way towards Jodi, Amber made her way to me and settled on my lap. I was desperately conscious of the fact that her bikini revealed a lot of flesh to my vision and touch, and that her bottom and my semi erect cock were separated by two very thin, damp layers of cotton. Sasha danced beautifully, feeling the music in tempo and beat, seeming to glide across the floor, circling Jodi, reaching out with one elegant long arm to trace from her shoulder, across the back of her neck and along her other shoulder. Her face was perfectly rounded, with full lips, a long elegant neck and dark eyes that were framed by long dark lashes. Her hair was piled onto her head. The dress revealed her back courtesy of a plunging V-line and you could see the tautness of her muscles as she danced. She was fit and beautiful, and when she straddled Jodi's lap and drew her fingers down the inside of Jodi's bikini straps, pulling them forward to tighten the material and sharpen the outline of her nipples even further, I went from semi erect to fully erect. 'Mmm, like the show do we,' Amber purred into my ear, wiggling her buttocks almost imperceptibly against me. 'Sure you don't want to meet in the bathroom again?' 'Right after the show,' I mumbled back with false bravado. I caressed the smooth skin of her flank with one had and could feel my chest tightening. I was wondering who this test was being performed on, Jodi or myself? Sasha had reached up and untied her dress, dropping the front to reveal her breasts. They swayed in response to her dance, and I found myself entranced by her dark skin and even darker nipples. She drew Jodi's face to her chest and I saw Jodi look across at me. As our eyes met, to my complete surprise, Jodi opened her mouth and licked one nipple, then the other. The other men all gave various whoops at the sight and I heard a few laughs and cheers from the women present. At no stage did she break the eye contact between me and for a moment I wondered if I was going to come in my swimmers. Then Sasha broke the contact by slipping off Jodi's lap and allowing her dress to slip from her lithe body. She was stunning and a quick glance around the room told me that all present were hypnotised by her. I looked at Jodi and our eyes met, and I offered her a quick grin as Amberley ground down on me again, and she winked back. Sasha's thighs seemed to gleam in the low lighting and the thin strip of black pubic hair was barely visible against her dark skin. Sasha danced around the room making eye contact and demanding our attention. Occasionally she returned to Jodi, stroking her face, her shoulders and once reaching from behind her to cup her breasts through the bikini top. I expected Jodi to call out to her to stop, but she didn't. My erection wouldn't subside as much as I wanted it to, a problem not helped by Amber's constant wiggling and occasional seductive breathe in my ear. When Sasha stopped in front of us she leant towards Amber and they kissed, inches from my face. I couldn't suppress the moan and Sasha's wide smile at me told me that she appreciated my reaction. Then she spun on her heel and with her high tight buttocks wiggling returned to Jodi. Sasha squatted in front of my girlfriend, placed her palms on Jodi's knees and pushed them apart as far as she could. Despite the ankle cuffs, Jodi's knees parted enough for my side of the room to be able to see the swimmers being pulled tight across her pussy. Without warning Sasha leant forward and planted her mouth on Jodi's lycra covered mound. Jodi jumped and tried to pull away, but bound ankle and wrist she couldn't break free. Her mouth opened and she gasped as Sasha assaulted her. I could see Jodi's nipples harden, and standing behind her I could see one of the other men here unashamedly sporting a good sized erection under his swimmers. 'D'ya think that's hot?' Amber breathed in my ear. 'Uh-huh,' was all I trusted myself to say, my eyes not leaving the scene before me. Sasha had pulled her mouth back slightly and now was assaulting Jodi with her long tongue. Jodi was jerking violently, but she wasn't trying to break free now. I recognised the moves as her desire to have more contact. And that she was going to cum soon. Amber ground down on me again, and I grabbed her waist. 'You do that a few more times and I'm gonna cum.' I was blunt because I didn't want a conversation. 'Then there'd be nothing left for Miss Conservative,' Amber giggled back. 'Though by the look of her there mightn't be much left for you tonight.' As she spoke Jodi cried out, her back arched and she threw her head back. Sasha buried her face into Jodi's pussy and I watched as my girlfriend came. It was incredible. The room had fallen into complete silence, the only sounds coming from Jodi as she rode Sasha's mouth through her climax. Amber had even stopped moving on my lap. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, let me out. Amber!' Jodi sounded a little frantic as she came down to reality and realised we were all watching somewhat dumbfounded. Amber lifted herself from my lap and quickly released Jodi, while Sasha stood and bowed. As if on cue we applauded, the boys cheering and wolf-whistling again. Jodi stood, then staggered and at once I was beside her and providing support. 'You okay?' 'Get me into the bedroom,' she mumbled at me. I led her from the living room into our bedroom. I had a sinking feeling that she was going to tear strips from me for failing to intervene to prevent her public humiliation. Instead, the second the door closed behind us she threw herself at me and we kissed frantically. 'Fuck me, now!' Without waiting she tore off her bikini top and ripped at the ties on the sides of her bikini, revealing her reddened and wet pussy to me. I pulled my swimmers down, my hard cock bouncing into view. Jodi turned her back to me and leant against the door, thrusting her small, tight butt towards me. I stepped forward and slipped into her warm and very wet pussy. We both sighed and she looked at me, her expression still wild. 'Did you get hard watching me?' she asked 'Yeah,' I moaned as I gently thrust myself into her. Jodi pushed back against me, meeting each thrust. I had to keep the pace slow to maintain my self control so I gripped her waist firmly. 'Could Amber feel it?' Her voice was throaty, filled with lust. 'Uh-huh,' I mumbled. 'She kept wiggling on me, pushing against me.' 'Ohh,' Jodi groaned and her head dropped forward. I reached around her and began to play with her nipples. They were still hard and she moaned as I squeezed and twisted them. 'Tell me how you'd fuck her.' 'Like this,' I shot back straight away, pushing Jodi against the door with my body and beginning to increase my pace. 'I'd fuck her for my pleasure, not caring about her, and when I was ready to come I'd force her to her knees and cum in her mouth.' I was close now, and I sensed Jodi was too. 'Do it to me, make me do it.' Her voice was a whisper and she had lifted her head again and had her neck twisted back awkwardly so that she could look into my eyes. I saw the lust there, the desire and I felt my balls contract. It was too late to warn her so I pulled back, grabbed her by the hair and pushed her downwards. Jodi complied, almost sprawling at my feet and taking my length into her mouth. It was divine and I came as soon as her tongue touched me. She gagged and pulled away, but I still had hold of her hair and pulled her back towards me. Again she complied, this time grabbing my shaft with one hand and slipping her mouth just over the tip. I looked down into her eyes as I expended between her willing lips. Just before the last of my cum had shot from my body I slapped her hand away, pulled myself from her mouth and came onto her chin. The long strands dripped downwards onto her pert breasts. Releasing her hair I lifted her by the chin and pulled her to me. We hugged, bodies heaving as our breathing slowly returned to normal. 'That was...' 'Naughty?' She asked. 'Yeah, but fuckin' good,' I added. She smiled at me, her chin still a sticky mess. 'How'd I taste?' 'Awful,' she admitted. 'I'm gonna clean up.' She pulled away and disappeared into the bathroom, while I flopped onto the bed. 'Hey, don't be an old man,' Jodi scolded when she returned to the bedroom, looking considerably fresher. She grabbed a sundress from the wardrobe and slipped it on without underwear. I twitched again and smiled at her. 'Here, put these on, nothing else.' Jodi threw a pair of white cotton beach pants at me. I liked this new self confident girl of mine. We held hands as we returned to the room to find that only Sasha and Amber still present. 'Oh you bastards, look at the shit eating "we just fucked" look on their faces Sasha!' Amber was grinning widely at us and Sasha's perfect white smile looked equally pleased to see us. 'Where's the party gone?' Jodi pouted at Amber but accepted the drink offered, as did I. 'Well I thought it was gone with you two off for a night of fornicating,' Amber snickered, 'so I sent everyone home and asked Sasha to stay with me for the night. Oh, did I tell you I'm staying downstairs tonight?' 'No, but you're most welcome,' I butted in, nodding to Sasha as well. I twitched at the thought of these two goddesses naked and rolling around in my bed downstairs. 'Hey lover,' Jodi purred to me, 'why don't you roll us a coupl'a joints and meet us on the balcony?' 'Sure,' I replied and wandered towards the pantry to get out the Tupperware container that held my stash, rollies, pogue and lighter. As I rolled two joints I could see the three women chatting earnestly, occasionally glancing through the glass doors at me. I returned the Tupperware container to the pantry, and was about to take the joints to the balcony when Jodi walked back in and slid the door closed behind her. 'I've got a proposition for you,' she said in that drunken, soft, horny voice of hers. 'Yeah?' I replied cautiously. She tilted her head up to mine and kissed me on the lips, her hand cupping me through the soft material of my pants. I figured that Amber and Sasha couldn't see what was happening, their view was blocked by Jodi's body. 'Tha' great big King size bed of your's could fit all four of us.' I looked into her eyes and saw the lust burning anew through the filmy drunken haze. I hardened to full length at what she was saying and she smiled in triumph at me. 'You get t' fuck Amber and I get Sasha, then maybe you get Sasha if there's anythin' left of you.' She giggled and we kissed again, this time our tongues lashing with urgency and her hand pumping me in unison. 'Um, Jodes' I gasped as we broke apart. Through the glass door I could see Amber being cradled in Sasha's arms as they watched us. 'Ya?' Her voice was breathless as she looked at me with obvious expectation. 'I don't think it's a good idea.' 'What? You're jokin' right?' 'No,' I gasped as she plunged her hand down the waistband of my pants and gripped me even harder. 'Its just that you...oh...we, we're drunk, really drunk and maybe in the mornin' it won't feel the same as it does right now.' 'Tha's cos you'll be drained and hungover and won't get it up,' she giggled. 'Seriously Jodes, let's not do this now. We'll talk in the morning, and you know what...christ that feels good...' she was stroking my entire length now. She had moved beside me and I realised that the others could see what she was doing completely unobstructed now. 'If tomorrow you think it's a good idea, we'll do it, cos it sounds like lots of fun, really.' 'C'mon,' she said and moved towards the balcony, gripping me with such strength that I didn't dare not follow. I looked at our guests to see that Amber's bikini top was gone again and Sasha's long elegant black fingers were deftly manipulating one nipple. For a moment I wondered where my life had taken me. I giggled a little at the thought of what Kelly would say if she walked in right now. 'What you laughin' at?' Amber broke from Sasha's embrace and stepped up to me, throwing her arms around my neck and pushing her hips against my cock that was protruding against my pants. 'Jus' imaginin' my ex walkin' in right now.' I giggled again and enjoyed the feeling of Amber's breasts against my chest. Jodi's hand released me as Amber's lips found mine. I let her tongue into my mouth and met it with mine and for a moment I was in heaven as we kissed. Her mouth was soft, her lips full and seemed to caress mine, her breath sweet in my mouth. As we broke apart I glanced behind her to see Jodi kissing Sasha on the mouth. Black and white, it was a sensuous sight. 'Sorry gorgeous,' I murmured into Amber's ear, 'but I'm, gonna knock you back again.' 'What?' She looked at me incredulously. 'This was Jodi's idea, not mine, really!' 'Yeah I know...' 'What the fuck is up with you? Your girl says you can fuck me while she gets it on with a hot chick, and you don't want to? You gay and like your girls slim hipped and small assed so you can imagin' you're fuckin' a guy?' 'Amber, the male in me really wants to...' at that she pressed against me and we kissed again. This time when we broke apart Jodi's dress was bunched down around her waist and Sasha's long tongue was exploring my girlfriend's nipples as she stood with her head back and her eyes closed. 'But she's so pissed I reckon she'll regret it in the morn...' 'So, I regret things the next mornin' too, but I get over it and find something better.' Amber had worked her hand between us and was running her fingers over my hardness. 'But I love her...look Amber, I said to her we'd talk about it in the mornin' and if she wants to still, we'll let you know...' Amber's fingers had curled around me now and I was close to losing my ability to stop what was happening. 'Please?' The word came out as a whisper, a plea. Amber pulled her hand back, and then kissed me softly on the mouth. Without a word she stepped to Jodi and Sasha and pulled them apart, then led Sasha from the balcony. Jodi walked to me, letting her dress slip down her legs and she stepped out of it as we watched the others walk across the room and disappear down the stairs. I pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her slim body against mine. I picked her up and she squealed but didn't struggle. I walked to the bedroom, and placed her carefully on the mattress before pulling my pants down and kicking them free. Jodi parted her legs and I knelt on the bed, and when I went to go down on her, she grabbed me chin and pulled my face to hers. We kissed, a slow, languid loving kiss and only paused as I entered her. She was as wet as she had been after her show with Sasha. Our lovemaking started slowly, but the lust that burnt within us took over and soon we were slapping together. The image of Sasha's tongue caressing Jodi's small pointed nipple sent me over the edge, and my climax sent Jodi into hers. We were panting as I rolled off her. We lay on our sides and looked at each other in the silence. The effect of her sexual releases and the alcohol were combining to send her to sleep. Each blink was lasting longer. I thought she was gone, when I heard her whisper those three little words to me again. I smiled, and a moment later was asleep too. \*\*\* I woke up at about ten the next morning feeling the worse for wear. I made myself some toast and ate it on the balcony replaying the events of the previous night. I wondered whether I was going through a mid life crisis forced upon me by circumstances. I was living with an eighteen year old, partying with her friends until times in the morning that I had all but forgotten existed and had been on the verge of group sex several times. Sasha and Amber appearing at the top of the stairs an hour after I had risen broke my chain of thought. They too were worse for wear and after a cup of coffee headed off to Amber's house. Jodi appeared, showered and looking refreshed at two in the afternoon. 'You look terrible,' she offered brightly, kissing me on the cheek. 'I'm starving!' I made her a sandwich and watched her wolf it down, remaining silent and deciding to let her take the initiative. When she had finished eating she drank some water then walked to me and pressed herself against my chest. 'Did you enjoy yourself last night?' 'Uh huh,' I replied. 'Why'd you stop it?' 'Direct aren't you?' I lifted her head by the chin and smiled down at her. 'You knew I was going to ask didn't you?' 'Yup, and I stopped it cos I didn't think you were in a fit state to think it through.' 'I know I was drunk...very drunk, but I knew what I was doin'' 'Damn!' I laughed. She smiled at me and we kissed. 'If something like that's gonna happen, I want to be sure that you've thought it through. How come you were so horny?' 'Amber slipped me an E at the start of the party.' 'Fuck, she had drugs here?' As I said it I knew how old I sounded. 'Doh!' Jodi giggled and squeezed me around the waist. 'It's basically what they all do, and it's only the second time I've ever had it.' I thought about that for a while. 'So without drugs I don't have a shot of getting you, Amber and Sasha into bed again?' 'Maybe, maybe not,' Jodi replied and pushed away from me. 'I love you,' I said. She turned and looked at me with a smile. 'No you don't,' she said, and despite the smile there was a hint of truth in her words. 'You're married to another woman.' \*\*\* Thirty one days later I handed her an envelope after I walked in the door from work. 'What's this?' she asked as she tore it open. 'Late birthday present,' I shot back as I poured myself vodka. 'Oh,' she said after opening the envelope, and looked at me wide eyed. 'I...fuck...' 'Jodi!' Alex exclaimed from the table. 'That's a naughty word!' 'It is indeed,' I admonished, 'and just because Jodi said it doesn't mean you can.' 'No Dad,' said Alex getting back to his spaghetti, his words echoed by Courtney who was acting as though she heard the word every day. Which she probably did. 'Dave...' tears were flowing now and she turned her back on the kids and walked to me. I cuddled her. 'Now you can say it,' she whispered. 'I love you,' I said. Courtney looked up at that and I smiled at her. 'What did you give her Dad?' 'Um, well, it's the papers that mean Mummy and Daddy aren't married any more.' I spent the next hour until the kids were asleep assuring them that Kelly would always be their Mummy, but that we couldn't be together. They were confused, but didn't seem angry, I supposed that Kelly's prolonged absence had made them think that that's how things were always going to be. As I tucked them into bed I asked them if they'd like Jodi to live with us all the time. 'Would we have to call her Mummy?' Alex looked confused. 'That'll be up to you,' I replied. 'It's been good having her here,' Courtney said in her most serious grown up voice. 'So it would be best to have her stay.' I almost laughed, but suppressed it to a smile and kissed them both goodnight. It was a Tuesday night. On Wednesday as we fed the kids, the phone rang. 'Hi.' I knew her voice at once, as though I had spoken to her only yesterday not some fourteen months prior. Martin would ring me five days later to tell me in a rather excited voice that he had found out Kelly had returned to Australia. But right then, with her voice in my ear, Martin's investigation was the furthest thing from my mind. 'Where are you?' I thought my voice sounded calm, although the blood was pulsing through my ears as my heart raced at what seemed a thousand beats per minute. My expression must have looked odd as I saw Jodi cock her head to the side and frown at me. I mouthed Kelly's name. 'At the airport.' Twenty minutes away, maybe fifteen. 'Where are you going?' I had no intention of inviting her here. 'I want to come and see the kids,' she paused, 'and you.' 'Can it wait until tomorrow? It's a school night and they're nearly ready for bed. I'd rather talk to you without them around first up. If you come here now it'll be a huge spin out for them.' 'Oh, I hadn't thought of that.' Or of many other things I thought to myself. 'What about I come around in...an hour and a half?' I held my hand over the mouthpiece and looked at Jodi. 'Tonight after the kids have gone to sleep?' She nodded a look of quiet resignation on her face. 'Okay, see you then.' I hung up without waiting for an acknowledgement. I immediately crossed to Jodi and took her into my arms. She was stiff against me, but when I told her that I loved her, she softened and looked up at me, tears in her eyes. 'I knew this day would come, but I'm not ready for it. I feel...like...like I don't belong...' 'You belong here, I need you Jodes. Get strong, stay strong for us.' 'I'll try, but it'll be better if you can talk to her alone. She won't be ready for this either.' 'Who's coming over?' It was Courtney who could hear the slightest hint of gossip from a whisper one hundred metres away but not hear me tell her its time for bed when I was standing beside her. Apparently. 'Someone we used to know little Miss,' I said with a smile. 'You've finished dinner, good job, now down for your bath and bed.' For once they both headed downstairs without complaining. 'I'll do it,' Jodi offered, so I cleaned up the table and kitchen. Our tension must've been obvious to the kids as there was little protest and they were asleep within an hour of the call. I poured us both a stiff drink, flicked on the television and held Jodi in my arms as we watched distractedly, both lost in our own thoughts. Right on time the doorbell rang. 'What do you want me to do?' She sounded scared and her eyes were wide. Like the lamb before the lion. 'Just be you, I'll bring her up we'll offer her a drink and if she wants to stay the night, she can stay in the spare room.' 'Fuck,' Jodi said. 'She'll feel like...' 'Like the visitor she is,' I cut in, standing and putting my drink on the table. The television fell silent as I walked downstairs and I took a deep breath before unlocking the door and opening it. Somehow she still looked the same, despite the changes. Her hair was longer, seemed fuller and wilder. Her skin was deeply tanned, her clothes hippier than I could remember. Full length skirt made of soft cotton, bare feet it seemed and a peasant crop top, if there was such a thing in peasant wardrobes, cut off to expose the waist, short puffy sleeves and puffed around her breasts. She looked healthy, relaxed and gorgeous, if a little wild. Her eyes searched my face in that all too familiar gaze as she probed my emotional state. I saw her flinch when I turned my mouth away from her kiss and directed her lips to my cheek. 'Come in.' She stepped forward, hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, and looked from me towards the kids' room. 'Later,' I said, 'they've been asleep for half an hour or so, let 'em get deeper in.' Kelly nodded and headed up the stairs. As I followed I couldn't help looking at the firm bottom swishing the skirt from side to side, nor noticing the smoothness of her skin. 'How have you been...oh, Jodi!' Kelly looked surprised to see Jodi standing beside the table. 'Hi Kelly.' Jodi's response was soft and uncertain. 'You've been helping with the kids?' 'She lives with me.' I wanted to be direct and to the point, but it was ambiguous although I didn't see it. 'Oh, of course, with your job and everything. Would you mind giving us some privacy?' Still the same at telling people what she wanted. I had loved that about her, but the dismissive tone angered me. I walked past Kelly and slipped my arm around Jodi's slender waist. 'No, she lives with me.' I emphasised with. Kelly's mouth opened and she blinked. 'You're fucking our baby sitter?' 'He's quite good at it too,' Jodi shot back before I could reply. I felt her tense against me, and then she leaned into me. 'Well he would be wouldn't he? He's had twenty years more practice than you. Fuck Dave,' Kelly shook her head at me, 'a fuckin' teenager? I kinda thought you'd be in some sort of relationship, but a...a girl?' 'I think someone who walked out on her family without so much as a why or goodbye can't claim any moral high ground.' I kept my voice calm but it was difficult. 'You know what,' Jodi interjected, 'I think you guys need to talk without me around. I'll see you later.' She went to pull away but I pulled her to me and kissed her on the cheek. She headed off into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. 'Let's go outside,' I said nodding towards the balcony. 'So?' I asked once I was seated. Kelly stood at the railing and looked over the view. She looked stunning, but I didn't feel the attraction like I once had. Where once she had taken my breath away, now I felt like I was looking at a wonderful piece of art, but one without any relevance to my life. 'I was so stressed, so unsure of who I was, where I was going or where I wanted to go. Then Carla rang in tears, Mark had walked out and she was going away and she didn't know where. And I suddenly knew I had to go too.' Carla was one of her "pre-us" friends that I didn't like and had always avoided. Mark was her paranoid and I believed, probably violent husband - or like me an ex-husband now - and apart from one unanswered call to them when I was trying to find Kelly, I hadn't tried again. My intense dislike of both of them had seen them drift from our social circle and so I found myself a bit surprised that Carla's actions had acted as a catalyst. 'And did India let you find yourself?' I tried to smile but it felt like a grimace. 'You knew I was in India?' 'I hired a private detective to find you,' I grimaced again. 'I wanted to know where the wife I loved was.' I choked for a minute then, and fought against the tears. 'That was as much as I could find out.' 'I don't expect you to understand Dave,' Kelly was talking again, still looking at the view and not at me. 'I regret that I did it the way I did, but yes, I know I'm a better balanced person, a better person full stop.' She turned and looked at me and I saw tears in her eyes. I felt sadness well up in me. 'I nearly lost everything Kell,' I replied shaking my head. I told her how it was only with Jodi's help that I held it together. 'You can't love her,' Kelly said, 'she's so young...' 'You don't know much about my life any more, and I'm sorry to say that it's not your business any more.' I laughed without humour at the timing of Kelly's return. 'Our divorce came through yesterday.' The words struck her like an open hand, Kelly stood there with her mouth open. 'C'mon Kell',' I said, 'you didn't really think I'd wait here for you to come back when you left me nothing more than a note that said nothing? Really? I waited and waited, hoping that you would call, an e-mail, some fuckin' indication that you were alive, or at least that you cared about me an' the kids.' My voice was getting louder, my tone angrier and I could see her flinch. 'But nothing. Not one fuckin' token effort. Shit, you broke your Mum and Dad's hearts too.' 'Divorced?' 'Yup and this place is in my name alone as is all your stuff that I didn't give to Bill and Irene.' 'I should have...realised.' Her head dropped and I thought she was crying then she looked at me and smiled. It was a sad smile, but at the same time one of genuine acceptance. 'I should probably go...' 'You can sleep downstairs in the spare room,' I interrupted. 'Jodes made the bed for you, said it was probably best though if you lock the door and wait 'til the kids go to school. They're with Bill and Irene this weekend, why don't you go and rebuild some bridges there until Friday, then you can have the weekend to explain to your kids where you've been.' We looked at each other and I realised that she was a stranger to me now. 'Do they call her Mummy?' Her voice cracked a little as she asked the question. 'No, but they asked if they had to when I told them Jodi was staying. I told them that it was up to them, but that you would always be their Mummy.' 'Oh fuck!' She cried then, so I stood and held her, but kept our bodies ever so slightly apart. When she was composed I took her to her room and made her promise not to come out if she heard the kids in the morning, it would be too disruptive for them. Jodi was awake when I entered the room. 'Is she downstairs?' 'Yup,' I nodded. 'And no, there was no light bulb moment of understanding for me.' I recounted our conversation as I undressed. Jodi pulled the sheets back for me and as she did so I saw that she was at least topless in the bed. My body reacted and she smiled as my member rose. I slipped in beside her and we kissed, body to body. I discovered below the sheets that she was in fact naked. I flicked the light off and found her pushing me down and slipping on top of me. 'Do you still think she's beautiful?' Jodi asked the question in between kisses that were becoming more urgent and probing. She was sliding her pussy lips along the length of my erection, teasing me with the promise of entry to her inner warmth. 'Yes,' I admitted, 'but not in the take my breath away kind of thing that she used to.' 'Like I do?' Jodi leaned down and breathed the words into my ear. 'Uh huh,' I agreed feeling her tense as the head of my cock slid ever so slightly into her. 'Or like Amber does?' That threw me and I lost concentration for a moment. 'What?' But she said nothing more, instead pressing down onto me until I was nestled inside her. She rode me slowly, her breath hot in my ear, her breasts soft against my chest as she moved only from the hips. It was only when she lifted her head so I could see her face that I saw the tears, and I kissed them from her cheeks in silence as we made love. They were warm and salty and she licked them from my lips in turn. Finally I felt my climax nearing, and told her so. She smiled and sat upright, her body lithe and firm as she rode me into a deep and long lasting orgasm. When I was finished she lay on me until my cock softened and slipped from her, then she slid beside me under my arm. 'Please be honest with me about how you feel about her?' 'I am,' I responded straight away, a little confused. 'Not now,' she scolded me, 'over the next week or month. It's gonna be messy and maybe you'll think it's worth another shot...' 'I won't...' 'Shh!' she admonished. 'If you do, please tell me first. Can you promise me that?' 'I promise,' I said. \*\*\* Kelly kept her promise the next morning, waiting for the kids to head off for school before she emerged, leaving the house after an awkward breakfast between the three of us. At her request I phoned Bill and Irene to tell them she was back and asked if they wanted to see her. Irene broke down crying, Bill's voice was shaky but relieved, as a father should be after his daughter finally came back to life. I ordered her a cab and paid for it, I had no intention of letting her use the car or of driving her over. I told the kids on Friday morning. They still wanted to go to school as there was an excursion to the zoo. Courtney was somewhat subdued and I saw the hurt in her eyes that she had been suppressing. Alex was just excited. I hugged them both and told them I loved them with more emphasis than I normally did. Jodi insisted that she would drive the kids to Bill and Irene's after school as she always did on Friday. I was home early and when she walked in I saw happiness in her face that took away the tension that had been building over the past two days. 'They hugged me, invited me in for tea, all the usual things.' Jodi was pleased as punch and I almost felt that their continued acceptance of her was more important than mine. 'I said I wouldn't come in, that it might be a bit awkward, and then Irene hugged me and told me she loved me. Me!' Jodi threw her arms around me and we kissed. 'Why wouldn't she?' I laughed. Chapter 04 Two weeks later, Kelly dropped a bombshell on me. She had brought the kids back from her parents' place, bathed them and put them to bed. Jodi had hung around upstairs not wanting to interfere with Kelly's time with the kids, which was sweet. As I held the door open, Kelly paused as she crossed the step. 'Dave, I need to get a job and get myself sorted.' 'That's probably a good idea,' I replied. 'I can't live at Mum and Dad's; we'll drive each other insane.' I smiled at the fact that she recognised Bill and Irene's sanity was on the line as much as her own. Kelly had always seen the faults in her relationship with her parents as being of their doing. 'I was wondering if I could live downstairs in the spare room, just until I get a job.' I was speechless and the thought that Kelly might have been joking only lasted a nanosecond as I saw her expression imploring me to agree. 'I can't...' 'Please, don't answer now,' she said softly. Kelly reached out and rested her hand on my elbow, and it struck me as somewhat intimate. 'Talk to Jodi, see what she has to say.' Without waiting for a response Kelly turned and walked down the path to where her car was parked. Jodi had insisted on returning Kelly's BMW, pointing out that it would give her the mobility that we all wanted her to have, and be seen as a good faith gesture. Ever practical my Jodi, I thought to myself as I walked upstairs and the startled look on my face must have been still in place. 'You okay?' Jodi's voice cut through my tumultuous thoughts. 'Kelly asked to move in downstairs until she gets a job!' I just blurted it out then started giggling. 'I was about to tell her that I thought she was joking when she said I should ask you first. Like either of us want her here. Christ!' 'It's not as crazy as it seems...' Jodi began. That cut my giggles off. 'What the fuck!?' I exclaimed, 'she can put up with her parents, that'll be the motivation that she needs to get a job.' I shook my head, 'why would either of us want her here?' 'I'm not saying I want her here Dave,' Jodi shot back. Her tone was sharp and brought me to focus. 'But it'll be good for the kids to get to know her again, and it'll probably stop her getting bitter at us if she can't find work, which means she won't be workin' on Bill and Irene to turn them against us.' 'What? Are you actually suggesting that we...' 'Yeah, I am! Right now there's no talk of lawyers and shit like that. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, huh?' 'So she is the enemy then?' I asked with a small grin. 'Maybe,' Jodi said softly. 'Look,' I said after a moment of thought, 'you're one of a kind and your idea kinda makes sense, but you know, I really don't want to be living with my ex-wife and my future wife. It can't be normal, you know?' Jodi was looking at me with her head tilted to one side and a quizzical expression. 'What?' I asked in exasperation. 'And who might your future wife be exactly?' I blinked then, realising what I had said. At a time like that there's only two choices; backtrack wildly or...I dropped to my knee. 'This isn't how I imagined doin' it Jodes, but will you marry me?' Her mouth dropped open and I got the giggles again. After a moment she did too, then she closed the space between us and hugged me to her chest. I remained on one knee feeling her warmth through her shirt, the softness of her breasts against my face and I could hear her heart beating. 'I can't answer that yet Dave,' she said, 'but if you agree that Kell' can move in and live downstairs, and that you can be normal around her, then I'll know that I'm not your rebound chick, or second choice or whatever.' I looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes. Not of sadness but of love. I circled her tiny waist and squeezed her against me. 'Okay,' I replied, 'but only 'til she gets a job, or for three months.' An hour later Jodi rang Kelly to tell her that we agreed. \*\*\* The kids were beside themselves and despite my misgivings I found myself in a kind of nervous excitement as we waited for Kelly to arrive. We had all agreed that we would start with a family barbecue and that meant Bill and Irene coming over as well, and when the doorbell rang the kids screamed as they ran to open it and I almost vomited. "What the fuck am I doing?" were the words running around my head on an endless loop as Alex and Courtney dragged their grandparents and Kelly upstairs. The normal words of welcome were followed by awkward hugs between us all, mostly between Kelly and me, though I didn't think my ex looked too pleased to hug Jodi. The tension dropped as we walked onto the balcony, Jodi grabbed the jug of Long Island Iced Tea that she had prepared (apparently Irene's favourite which was news to me; how is it that women seem to notice so much more of the world around them?), and I grabbed beers for Bill, Kelly and me. The kids hung off Kelly and I heard both of them whispering to her over and over again if she was really moving in. To her credit I heard her reply that it would only be for a while. Bill helped me cook the meat while Irene and Jodi marshalled the kids into setting the table and laid out the salad. I sensed Kelly felt lost and realised that if she wasn't included a sense of resentment at being alienated in what had been her home could poison our new living arrangements before we'd even started. 'Hey Kel,' I turned from the barbecue, 'do you reckon you could cook up the meat while I drag Bill to the garage to get him to look at my car's Bluetooth setup. It's playing up again,' I added turning to Bill who shrugged. Kelly stood and accepted the tongs I offered with a smile and I saw the gratitude in her eyes. 'Sure, but don't be all night down there.' It was an expression she had used often in our previous life together. My gut lurched at the words; the familiar sound in my ears but at the same time alien after so much had changed since I'd last heard them. My life was so different, but Kelly's presence, her mannerisms and no doubt her belief that she was home was going to place me in two worlds at once. 'C'mon Bill, I need your help...' 'Again,' he laughed and slapped me on the back as we walked down the stairs. Bill may have been retired but he had spent his life in electronics and communications. It had been his passion as a boy and had grown to be his profession as an adult and he still dabbled constantly. He waved off my phone and used his, connecting it to the car's Bluetooth system in under a minute. Then he took mine, and after some cursing at the setting's menu, finally got it to connect. 'You could read the manual you know,' he said with a small smile. 'Where's the challenge in that?' I protested. 'I think you've let yourself in for a huge challenge here,' he jerked his head upstairs. 'How did you convince Jodi that this was a good idea?' 'It was her idea Bill. Actually, it was Kell's idea and Jodi agreed with it,' I corrected myself after seeing the look of incredulity on his face. 'And you?' 'I think its fuckin' crazy!' We laughed at that, me a little hysterically, then we headed upstairs. Kelly was in the kitchen laughing with Irene and Jodi stood just a little apart but was smiling along with them. The kids were drawing in the corner of the room. The whole scene was domestic bliss and at the same time totally surreal. Dinner was relaxed and pleasant, Kelly talked about her trip in terms of places she had visited, the Ashram in Kashmir that she had lived in for three months; but still without a mention of why. All of us sensed the relaxed vibe and so no one asked the obvious. The White Elephant was permitted to stand silently in the corner of the room. At this point in the new living arrangement that seemed the best way to go. After dinner Bill and Irene helped Kelly put the kids to bed while Jodi and I cleaned away the dishes. 'You okay?' I asked. 'Yeah,' she smiled. As I closed the door of the dishwasher she walked to me and I took her into my arms. We kissed then hugged, Jodi resting her head on my shoulder and I welcomed the familiar warmth of her body against mine. Kelly appeared with the silent tread of bare feet and both Jodi and I saw the look on her face as she saw us together. I felt Jodi tense as she went to pull away but I held her to me tightly. 'Sorry,' Kelly said, offering a thin lipped smile. 'It's goin' to take me a while to get used to seeing you together like that, but I guess I will.' 'Sure,' I offered. 'Being back in the house, the kids, Mum and Dad, Christ it almost makes me feel I haven't been gone. But...' She looked away and I knew that she was suppressing tears. I felt Jodi give me a little push, as if to say that I should go to her and comfort her. I shook my head at her, and was surprised to see her scowl back. Jodi broke from my grip and walked over to Kelly and slipped an arm around her shoulders, leading her onto the balcony. Bill and Irene reappeared shortly thereafter to tell us that they were heading home now that the kids were asleep. Bill raised his eyebrows at me when he saw Jodi and Kelly on the balcony together talking earnestly. I offered a small smile and shrugged and he shook his head in response. I was guessing that he didn't approve of the whole deal. I wondered if his wisdom was something I should pay more attention to. 'Bill, go and say goodbye to the girls while I help clean the kitchen.' Bill looked as though he was about to protest, but a stern look from Irene sent him on his way. As soon as he had shut the sliding glass door behind him Irene looked at me with an expression that told me a lecture was coming my way. 'That's my daughter out there, and whatever she did to you I still love her.' 'I know that,' I said feeling unsure where this conversation was going. 'But I don't know why in hell you wanted her to come and live here...' 'Whoa Irene,' I said holding my hands up in mock surrender. 'It was never my idea!' Irene looked puzzled at that. 'Kelly asked to move back in, I initially said no then Jodes talked me into it. Its temporary, you know that, until she can get back on her feet.' 'I don't understand why Jodi would want her here?' Irene still looked puzzled. 'Nor do I really,' I smiled wryly at her. 'Irene, I'm a bloke, you women are the ones that're hard to figure out. Go ask Jodes why, I'm sure she'll make sense to you.' 'Oh, I don't know,' Irene sighed. 'I just don't want Kelly being hurt; she spends a lot of time in her room crying you know.' 'No, I didn't know,' I replied softly. 'You know I did too when she left.' 'Yes, I know,' she smiled a little sadly. 'You're lucky with Jodi, she seems much wiser than her years.' 'I wouldn't be with her if she wasn't,' I said with as much conviction as I could muster. 'She is special to me, she's great with the kids and she's been so understanding towards Kelly when I wasn't.' We stood and looked at each other for a moment. 'Now Irene, I thought you where going to help me clean the kitchen.' 'Fat chance!' she laughed and headed out to the balcony to say her goodbyes. \*\*\* The next few days passed through a blur of awkwardness and tension as we tried to accommodate our new flatmate who was also the mother to my children. But we started to find our routine, with Jodi and I running the morning shift, while Kelly slept in; she had never been a morning person. Consequently Kelly would run the evenings with the kids, bath time, homework and bedtime. Kelly threw herself into finding a job, not easy given her time out of the workforce, but I admired her pluck and optimism. I even had to admit to myself that some of my old affection for her was returning, but it was the affection you have for a friend, nothing more. It was about six weeks later that I could see the rejections starting to take her toll. She had been to numerous interviews and it was her lack of recent experience that was causing her to miss out. On the Thursday Bill rang and asked if the kids could stay the weekend. He and Irene were missing their time with the kids, and it turned out that the kids were missing their time there too and were keen as mustard to go. \*\*\* I got home a little late on the Friday and found a kitchen turned into a cocktail bar that was clearly a contender for the messiest bar ever. Jodi and Kelly were on the balcony dancing to the speaker distorting dance music that my rock tastes couldn't identify, while holding cocktail glasses that seemed to be slopping more of their contents onto the floor than they were retaining. This party had clearly been going on for a while. I dropped the briefcase and walked out onto the balcony, trying to avoid the sticky patches of wet and drying alcohol that spotted the floor inside and out of the house. 'Dave!' Jodi threw herself and the last remnants of her cocktail at me, forcing me to catch her and wear her drink. She smelt of alcohol but it wasn't unpleasant and the kiss was more than compensatory for the assault with her drink. 'Hello darling,' I muttered, helping her to regain her balance. Then Kelly threw herself at us and I had to grab her and support all three of us. 'Having a nice little party are we?' I asked. 'You know what?' Kelly shouted at me, far louder than the music required. I shook my head to indicate that I did not "know what." 'This girlfriend of yours is alright.' 'Actually I did know that,' I replied somewhat bemusedly. 'No, no! Really!' Kelly was very drunk. 'I was goin' through the paper for jobs...' she trailed off, '...I'm not much bloody use to anyone, am I?' The question was obviously rhetorical so I allowed her to continue without attempting a reply, 'and she...Jodes...you know her...' I nodded to encourage the story to come to an end. 'Well, she said fuck it! Fuck 'em all. Let's set up a cocktail party and fuck everything else.' Somehow I suspected that Jodi hadn't used so many expletives, it wasn't her style, but I understood that she too had understood how Kelly was getting worn down. I smiled at Jodi and she grinned back at me, evidently pleased with herself. 'And so here we are,' I replied, raising my voice to be heard. 'Yeeahh! Here we fuckin' are!' Kelly slipped away from me and I released Jodi to the relative safety of her own balance. 'I think I should put on some clothes that don't mind bein' spilled on,' I yelled. Jodi nodded and turned away to dance again. I took the opportunity to slip inside, turning the music down to below distortion level, before continuing on to the bedroom to change. It was then that I heard the beep of my phone telling me that I had not one, but seven messages, all from Amber and within the past three minutes. According to the most recent text, she was "at the front fuckin' door and can hear the party across town so let me fuckin' in!' With a smile I headed downstairs and opened the door. Even more than usual she was a vision, wearing a red dress in the style of a slave of ancient Greece, albeit with a plunging neckline and short hemline, which set off her fetching strappy sandals that wound their way seductively up her calf. Her hair was mostly loose, held together at the ends in a pony tail that at once appeared to be escaping and at the same time closely controlled. 'Hello gorgeous!' I exclaimed. 'What the fuck is that?' she asked looking at the blue stain on my shirt. 'The last of Jodi's drink,' I laughed and we hugged, Amber snuggling under my arm to avoid contact with the rather viral looking stain. At that moment the music faded rapidly to almost silence. 'Dave! Dave! Amber's downstairs, she's been waiting for ages! She'll be pissed off, go and let her in!' I looked at Amber and we grinned at each other, then Amber was off up the stairs so I followed. I was unable to stop my eyes watching the hem of her skirt swaying and the smoothness of her thighs as they sashayed up the stairs. Amber turned abruptly and smirked as she caught me looking. 'Jode's your pervy boyfriend is checkin' out my arse!' I reddened at the truth and wished that I'd had been able to indulge a couple of drinks. For me there was nothing like the buzz of inebriation to reduce the inhibitions and sharpen the witty comeback. Jodi was careering towards her friend and as they embraced Kelly walked in from the balcony. 'Why wouldn't he check it out, it's almost as good as mine,' Jodi shot back, then poked her tongue out at me over Amber's shoulder. Kelly had followed Jodi inside and stood halfway between the stairs and the balcony door. Amber looked at her and then back at me as she extricated herself from Jodi's hug. 'Ooh, you must be the naughty wife who ran away and then come back to find your hubby fucking a teenager!' I flinched at Amber's words and felt as though I had been slapped. Jodi laughed open mouthed in mock horror and Kelly momentarily looked a little shocked. 'Amber...' I started, but Kelly smiled in that supremely self confident way that I hadn't seen since she left, and closed the distance between them and offered Amber her hand. 'Kelly,' she said. 'Amber! And Dave's right, you're a MILF.' 'Amber!' I shot out again, only to be ignored again. 'Thank you,' Kelly said, still holding Amber's hand. Something went off in my head at that moment, but I didn't have time to reflect on it as Jodi was telling me that I should make a round of drinks. 'Yeah, let me get changed,' I said, admiring Kelly's resistance. Amber had sought the attack only to be blunted by Kelly's cool reception and her refusal to complement the younger woman's appearance. I knew Kelly and I knew that she would think Amber looked good. 'I'll do this round,' Kelly offered. I nodded and quickly changed. When I returned the dance music had been replaced with some good ol' hard rock, and this time the volume was no longer threatening to crack the walls. 'Help?' Kelly asked. 'Sure,' I replied. 'Livewire isn't she?' Kelly commented. 'Oh yeah,' I replied and for a moment regretted my tone. Then I remembered that Kelly wasn't my wife any more. 'So have you fucked her?' 'What?' 'Sorry,' Kelly giggled. 'I'm pissed, you know how that makes me. Have you fucked her? I mean you'd be crazy not to want her.' 'So I take it you want her?' The old passion was ignited at that moment; my former wife's eyes were burning in that way that meant once upon a time that I was in for a wild night. 'You haven't have you?' Kelly's laugh was throaty. 'See, if I was Jodi she'd have shared our bed a coupla times.' I was a bit shocked at Kelly's forthrightness. And yet I shouldn't have been; she'd organised threesomes for us more times than I could count on both hands. 'No,' I smiled. The mental image of Kelly and Amber with me in bed gave me a shortness of breath that made me force my mind to the task of making cocktails. Marguerita's no less. I made a feeble attempt to clean up the kitchen as Kelly took the cocktails out to the balcony. I found a salad pre made in the fridge, and some marinating chicken breasts that I was no doubt meant to barbeque. I mentally applauded Jodi's preparation; she'd foreseen where this night was going to go and done her bit while sober. I grabbed the chicken and necessary barbeque implements and headed out to the balcony. 'So Dave, what d'ya think of my dress?' Amber was fishing for complements, but not from me. 'It's nice,' I said. 'A bit short maybe?' I raised my eyebrows at her with a fatherly smile and received a retort in reply. 'Ya didn't think that when you were tryin' to look up it did ya?' 'Sure,' I said as I lit the burners. 'But that was the letch in me, now, with objectiveness I can say it's nice but a little too short.' 'Ha! Whaddya think?' she twirled to Kelly. 'Gorgeous,' Kelly said tilting her head as though examining the dress for the first time. 'I mean red's not a subtle colour is it? The scarlet of the harlot. But if that's the image you're after, well then the hemline's perfect.' A beautiful backhanded compliment if ever there was one. Jodi wormed past the other two and hugged me. 'You found the chicken,' she said as she snuggled up to me. 'And the salad, thank you angel of mine.' We kissed, a brief peck, no more. 'Thank you for this, for today. Kell needed it.' 'That's okay,' she replied. 'You didn't have to do it. Did you invite Amber?' 'No, well sort of. She rang earlier to find out how the living arrangements were workin' out. Then she obviously invited herself.' We laughed and I savoured the warmth of her body against mine. Surrounded by all this female beauty I was horny. 'And I'm sure that you're sooo disappointed.' I laughed and avoided replying. We ate and the women swapped from cocktails to white wine. The food seemed to take the drunken edge from Kelly and Jodi and I found myself more listening to the conversation than joining in. After three cocktails I was on my fourth vodka and had found that serene buzz. The sun had set so I lit the citronella lamps then went inside to dim the lights. Both Amber and I were catching up to the state of mind of Kelly and Jodi. 'Hey partygoers, let's hit the pool, my asscrack is sweating!' Amber laughed loudly at her own crass humour. She pushed her chair back and stood up. Jodi followed at once and with a smile I stood too. As she walked through the balcony door into the house, Amber pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down and dropped it around her feet. Apart from her sandals and a skimpy pair of tight black high cut panties, she was naked. Her breasts swayed and I caught my breath, then caught myself about to look at Kelly, and instead looked at Jodi. She was looking at me and shaking her head she grabbed Amber's hand and dragged her inside. 'Well, I can see why you like hanging around Jodi,' Kelly said and there was a hint of bitterness. 'She's nothing like Amber...' 'Maybe not, but her friends are party animals? Lots of fresh young skin on view?' 'Kell,' I protested, 'Jodi came here as a housekeeper and babysitter, none of this would've happened had you not bailed without so much of a hint that something was wrong.' 'I used to bring other women into our bed sometimes,' she began, 'wasn't there enough fun and unpredictability in our relationship that you could've waited?' I sensed she was about to cry, but I wanted to know more. 'For how long was I supposed to wait, huh? A month, a year...fuck it was over fourteen months Kell. You coulda been dead for all I knew. I was fucked. My job was on the line, I was fuckin' runnin' in circles trying to work, be a dad, a real dad that is, and wondering all the time; "where is she, what did I do, why did she leave?" Why did you leave? Huh?' 'I needed time...' she trailed away. 'I understand that. But why did you tell me you would come back, but not manage a call to tell us when?' I coulda waited if I'd known. For all I knew you mighta been in some fuckin' Sheik's harem.' 'I'm sorry.' A tear ran down her cheek. 'Me too,' I offered, my tone softer now. She looked at me and I smiled. 'I loved you, I loved our life. I think if you'd said a year or two, given me time to get things sorted, I could've, would've waited. But you...' I left the rest unsaid. I watched her and decided that this wasn't the way the night should end for her. 'C'mon Kelly, you're not goin' to let Amber's outrageous behaviour win the night are you?' 'Fuck no!' she replied and jumped up. 'You wanna undress me?' There was an undercurrent in her invitation that both excited and threatened me. 'Nah, you can do that yourself. Or ask Amber,' I smiled and quickly walked inside. Amber and Jodi flounced out of our bedroom in the skimpiest of bikinis. 'Oh, you've dressed like Mormons,' I joked. 'Yeah, I'm worried what your wife...oops, ex wife might think.' 'Sure Amber,' I laughed. 'She already thinks you're a...what did she say?' 'A harlot?' Jodi interjected. 'If I knew what that was I'd probably be offended,' Amber quipped. 'But I don't understan' ol' people speak,' and then she led Jodi down the stairs. I detoured to the bathroom, changed and scampered downstairs after grabbing a new bottle of vodka and a bucket of ice. Amber and Jodi were taking turns in leaping into the pool, trying to somersault and backflip, mostly without success. I slipped into the pool after placing the bottle and bucket out of harm's way. We took turns in swigging from the bottle then Kelly appeared. Her hair was down and she was wearing a red bikini that I hadn't seen before. Her breasts pushed against the material enclosing them and the cut of the bottoms showed that she was keeping neat down there. Amber wolf-whistled her as she slipped into the water. 'Kell, you've got a great rack.' 'Amber!' I groaned. 'What?' she protested. 'What's with this sudden puritan act? You've had your cock in all our mouths, but suddenly the words that come from mine offend?' I felt my head clear at that and saw the look that Kelly shot at me. 'It doesn't matter Dave,' Amber continued. 'Sure, Kelly's your ex, but you didn't leave her, she left you. I mean she's a hottie and by all accounts a naughty little minx, so why should it surprise her to find that she was replaced by naughty girls?' I grasped then that Amberley was deliberately pushing the boundaries. It was all part of her protective role with Jodi, to prod me and provoke Kelly to make sure that my motives with Jodi weren't in fact those of some middle aged letch. Not that I felt I was middle aged. Yet. 'Yeah, you're right Amber,' I smiled. 'Part of me wants to protect Kell from...well actually I dunno what from.' I looked at Kelly and then Jodi. 'It's not my role in one way, but in another...' 'Thass right, your role is to protect Jodes. If you can't do that I'll take her from you.' Amber's back was to Jodi and Kelly but she faced me. If her tone was light, the expression on her face wasn't. I wasn't convinced that she could sway Jodi away from me like she threatened, but I also knew that I didn't need, or want her as an enemy. 'I will.' I replied. With an almost imperceptible nod of her head the brunette Goddess turned her back to me. I caught the change in her expression from grim threat to no-care-in-the-world party girl and took a deep breath. It wasn't as simple as Amber made out, the children at Bill and Irene's ensured that, but at one level she was right. If I wanted Jodi to be a part of my future, she had to be my priority. 'C'mon Kelly,' Amber called, grabbing the vodka. 'Show us ya' garglin' skills.' Kelly took a deep shot, followed by Amber and Jodi declined. 'So what the fuck did he tell you?' Kelly asked Amber, pointedly ignoring my presence. 'Only if you tell me what you really thought about my dress?' 'What's this, truth or dare?' Kelly laughed. 'Sure, why not?' Amber pointed at Kelly. 'Truth or dare?' 'Oh God,' Jodi groaned and swam over to me. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. 'Have I been giving too much attention to Kell's feelings?' I whispered. 'Maybe,' she shrugged, her breasts pushing against my ribs. 'But I know it's not that easy, with the kids an' all.' 'I love you, and only you.' I offered, looking into her eyes. 'Truth!' Kelly answered after another swig. 'Why'd you leave?' I opened my mouth to protest when Jodi kissed me, slipping her tongue past my lips. I responded and felt my body rise to the occasion. 'Pass,' Kelly muttered. 'Okay,' Amber offered lightly. 'Then it's an automatic dare and I dare you to get that rack of yours into the night air.' Kelly looked a little shocked then shook her head and reached back to release the catch on her bikini top. Her nipples weren't hard, but I remembered the feel of them under my hands and tongue with some fondness. 'Your turn Miss Nice Tits.' 'Jodi,' Kelly called, 'truth or dare?' 'Dare,' Jodi shot back, slipping from under my arm. 'Easy one for you little Miss Goody Two Shoes,' Kelly giggled. 'Let's watch you make out with Mister Straight.' Jodi grinned and swam back to me, catching me by surprise by heaving herself upwards and wrapping her legs around my hips. I caught her, a task made easier by the water supporting us both and her hands cupped my face as we kissed. Our tongues touched tentatively, then began to swirl with increasing urgency as the kiss was prolonged. My cock hardened, thankfully out of anyone's line of sight below the waterline in the dark. 'Yeah, yeah, that's enough,' Kelly broke in. I heard that same slightly breathless tone that she would get after watching me fuck one of our playmates. 'Dave, truth or dare?' Jodi had slipped down my body, pressing her belly against my protrusion, then swam to the steps. 'Hmm,' I mused. 'Dare.' 'Nude up,' she said. 'What?' She knew that I had a hard on and she dared me to nude up? 'You heard me, nude up or you lose.' 'Yeah,' butted in Amber, 'and losers have to get out of the pool and go to bed. Or somethin' lame.' 'Okay,' I shrugged, and pulled my shorts off. My erection was subsiding a little, and in the dark it was invisible anyway. 'Okay Amber,' I said, 'your turn' 'Truth.' 'Really?' I asked surprised. 'Yeah, like I want you letchin' at my tits.' I laughed, Jodi snorted and Kelly smiled in amusement. 'Okay Amber,' I continued on,' if you were to have sex with one of us tonight, who would it be and why?' 'Oh Dave,' she offered, the condescension strong in her voice. 'It'd be your ex cos I know she likes to eat pussy.' 'Dave!' Kelly finally looked shocked, realising that I had indeed told Amber stories. 'Fair enough,' I pointedly ignored Kelly. 'Dave?' I was naked, semi erect, drunk, very horny and wanted something to happen. 'Dare,' I said. 'I want you to kiss Kell.' My euphoria evaporated at that. I looked at Jodi and she was laughing. 'Nah...' I replied, ignoring Kelly. 'What?' It was Jodi that cut in. 'Nah, don't think that's such a good idea.' At my repeated refusal Jodi turned and stormed from the pool. 'Oops,' Amber offered with a smile that said otherwise. 'Fuck!' I waded across the pool and called out to Jodi but the sliding door crashed closed in response. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my naked torso and headed inside after her, but with her head start I didn't catch up until we were in the bedroom. 'What the fuck's up?' I asked angrily. 'You mean you don't fuckin' know?' Jodi's face was flushed with her anger. 'No I fuckin' don't? Call me stupid if you want, but I have no fuckin' idea...' 'If you're over her, then why the fuck would you refuse to kiss her? It's a fuckin' game...' 'It might be a game Jodes,' I interrupted. 'But its Kelly, my ex and she lives here and I don't know if at the end of the day she's hopin' to get between us and get me back.' 'And has she got a chance of doing that?' Jodi's tone had softened now and she stared at me as she peeled her bikini off. Despite the anger and confusion I felt I felt a stab of lust as her small but firm breasts flounced into their freedom and her neatly shaved pubic patch appeared. 'None at all,' I replied. My cock began to swell and I dropped the towel to let her know that I wanted her. 'No Dave, not now.' Jodi held up her hand and I stayed like an obedient puppy. 'Deny that you have any feelings for her.' 'I can't,' I said after a moment's hesitation. 'Good!' she smiled. 'Cos if you did you'd be lying. Now tell me you don't want to be back with her.' 'Of course I don't,' I snorted. I was fully erect and Jody stepped forward and took me in her small hand. 'Good,' she murmured, kissing me on the mouth as her hand stroked me. 'Then do the right thing and go downstairs and party on. I'm stuffed, I can't drink like Kelly -- Christ she can drink! We started just after lunch you know.' She released me at that and looked me in the eye. 'Go downstairs, have fun with those two -- to a point -- then come back up. Please?' 'Why..?' I trailed off. 'I need to know I can go to sleep and trust you Dave. It's really that simple. Downstairs is your ex who left you, and my friend who you so have the hots for...' she laughed and waved off my feeble protest. 'If you can resist those two without me being around, then I know I can trust you. And I'm so drunk I'm stuffed!' At that she turned her back on me and walked into the bathroom to dry off. I stood there, indecisive as my erection wilted. I looked through the glass wall as Jodi dried her hair and our eyes met and she smiled. She trusted me, I understood that then. I trusted me too, so with a smile and a shrug I turned and walked back downstairs. As I entered the pool area I saw that Amber and Kelly were in deep conversation. The look on Amber's face was more serious than I had ever seen her, but when she saw me she smiled and pushed away from the wall where she had been standing beside Kelly. 'Christ, that was a quickie if there ever was one,' she exclaimed, her eyes dropping to my mostly limp member. 'You know what us middle aged letches are like,' I quipped, affecting as much nonchalance as I could as I slipped naked back into the pool. 'So sad,' she sighed with a theatrical shake of her head. 'No wonder you left Kell, I can't blame you!' Kelly laughed and in a moment the tone of the evening was light again. We each took a shot of vodka through a mouthful of ice cubes, then another and the buzz was back. 'Do I need to go and talk to the girl?' Amber asked. 'Nah,' I shook my head. 'She told me she needs some sleep; you know how she can't hold her alcohol, and Kell forced the poor girl to drink and drink all afternoon.' 'If you say so,' Amber replied cocking her head slightly at me. I nodded to indicate that it was alright and she swung back around to Kelly. 'So when are you going to tell us why you left?' Amber's question was abrupt and for a moment I felt like interceding on Kelly's behalf. Except that I too wanted to know the answer to that question. 'You're a pushy bitch aren't you?' Kelly tried to laugh off the question and turned to me. 'You've no idea, ask him how many times I've given him the chance to fuck me.' I wondered if Amber was trying to drive a wedge between Jodi and me with such comments, or to let Kelly know that I had plenty of opportunities to move on from her. 'Ten, thirty, a hundred. I've lost count,' I smiled. 'But you know me Kell, I'm a one woman man.' Kelly smiled at that. 'Really Dave?' Amberley cut in. 'I believe you and Kelly used to have some debauched threesomes every other month or so?' 'Dave!' Kelly looked a little shocked. 'I was drunk, they made me talk,' I shrugged. 'Truth or dare has rules you know,' I sniggered. 'Yeah it does!' Amber retorted. 'And where were we with that game. That's right, you piked out on kissin' Kell, so you lose,' she added. 'Maybe he deserves another chance,' Kelly offered. She looked at me as she spoke and I felt as though Jodi and I had just received her approval. 'Yeah alrighty,' Amber quipped. 'So mister, truth or dare?' 'You really wanna keep playin' this?' I laughed. 'Answer me or be spanked for losing.' 'I thought the loser had to go to bed?' I complained. 'Nah, not now that I know that little vixen of yours is up there, probably naked and passed out and you want to take advantage of her.' 'Okay, okay,' I protested. 'Dare.' 'Kiss Kell,' she said. Her tone was flat, a true dare if there ever was one. 'What's in a kiss?' I asked and waded to Kelly. As I did my ex wife stood up, the water cascading down from her shoulders and running in rivulets across her chest and dripping off her nipples. Our mouths met and I found myself thrusting my tongue into her mouth. It was strangely non sexual, despite my nakedness and the sensation of her breasts mashed against my chest. I didn't get hard and somehow that gave me a sense of power. 'Your turn,' Amber said. She smiled at me and somehow I knew that I had won her trust too. 'Well Kell,' I turned back to my ex. 'Truth or dare?' 'Dare,' she said, 'you all ask me the same question otherwise.' 'Give us a strip,' I said, indicating the side of the pool. She smirked at me and over the next two minutes swung her breasts, her hair and pushed her hips at us, sliding her bikini bottoms down to reveal the smallest of landing strips and bare pussy lips. I heard Amber gasp behind me and smiled to myself. The MILF was winning the war of sensuality tonight. 'Amber, truth or dare? 'I don't want you knowin' my secrets, so dare.' 'Kiss Dave,' she smiled. 'Christ, what a revolting dare,' Amber complained, then swam to me. I moved back until my butt rested on the bottom step in the corner of the pool. As soon as Amber slid her body up mine and our mouths met, I felt myself harden. Amber felt it too and pushed her hips against my growing erection as her tongue slid sensuously against mine. Her breasts pushed against my chest and she used small movements of her shoulders to rub them across me. I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her too me, pushing my growing erection against her. 'Time's up,' Kelly interrupted. 'Thank God,' Amber said, pulling away from me. 'Didn't know how long I could put up with that.' 'Ha ha,' I mocked her. 'So Kelly, truth or dare?' 'Dare,' Kelly shrugged. 'I think you should slip up out of the pool and play with yourself while we watch.' I swallowed and remained silent, surprised and yet not as I watched my ex do as she was dared. She got comfortable and she spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing her pussy to us. Then she slipped her hand down and began to stroke her clitoris, which seemed to emerge from its little hood in a rapid response to her touch. Unabashed, Amber waded over to squat in the water at eye level to Kelly's performance. I watched and this time I did harden as Kelly parted her lips, then slid one finger, then another into herself. I glanced up at her eyes and found her to be staring intently at Amber's face. Amber in turn was watching unblinking at Kelly's hand as though there was to be an exam later. After a couple of minutes I coughed and announced time was up. I only did so because I had ideas of what I wanted to direct the next chance I got. 'Truth or dare Dave,' Kelly asked as she slipped back into the pool's welcoming embrace. 'Truth,' I replied. 'Tell me what you were thinking while you were watching me then?' 'I was thinking how hot it would be if Amber was to go down on you.' I looked from Kelly to Amber, with the latter looking away from my gaze. 'Fair enough,' Kelly responded. The breathless sound was back. It wasn't me she wanted, I knew that now. 'Amber, truth or dare?' 'You know me Dave,' she replied with a cheeky grin that didn't quite convince me. 'Dare.' 'Go down on Kelly,' I said. Kelly didn't wait nor was there any protest about double dares. She pushed herself out of the pool again, spreading her legs as she had before. The little light went off in my head, but the idea behind it was squashed as Amberley pushed her hair into a wet ponytail and closed the gap to place her mouth over my ex's pussy. I saw their lips connect, saw Amber's mouth open and imagined her tongue snaking into Kelly's pussy. I was hard again and ran my eyes over the two women, noting Kelly's nipples were now rock hard, despite the warmth in the tropical air. Kelly gasped and squirmed at Amber's oral contact, and I realised that the boundary had been crossed. It was time for me to leave; there was nothing left that I could do in this game that would do other than get me in trouble. I stepped from the pool with my hard on dripping water and bobbing before me. I grabbed a towel and patted myself mostly dry before heading inside, bounding up the stairs two at a time. I brushed my teeth, ensured I was properly dry and slipped into the bed, naked, beside Jodi's naked form. She moved as I settled, rolling over and asking me what was going on. She was half asleep. 'I'm horny as hell babe,' I whispered. 'Why?' I told her what had happened, moving closer to her so that my erection pushed against her stomach. 'I haven't been able to get to sleep properly,' she confessed. 'I kept wondering what was going on down there.' At once I reached over and pulled her to me, pushing her onto her back and rolling myself onto her. Her mouth was hungry as we kissed, and she tilted her head back as I sought out her neck, her throat and then down onto her small pointed nipples. Jodi moaned as I twirled them with my tongue and between my lips. I pushed her thighs apart and entered her, delighted to find her pussy wet and welcoming me as I slid into her. There's nothing like that first entry, a sensuous wet embrace that promises nothing but increasing pleasure leading to a final ecstasy. We thrust together then she squirmed out from under me. 'Quick!' she exclaimed, grabbing my hand. I wanted to protest when she jumped from the bed and dragged me, unwillingly, into the kitchen area. We almost ran out onto the balcony and looked down at pool. Jodi leaned over, thrusting her hips back and spreading her legs so that the thin, partly gaping slit of her pussy beckoned me. I grabbed her hips and slid into her, holding myself fully inside her. Then I looked down over her shoulder, but was disappointed to find the pool empty. The water was almost still, which meant that the women had been gone from some time. I began to thrust into Jodi's slim form, wanting the feeling to last for ever but wanting to cum at the same time. Again Jodi broke away from my grasp. She kissed me, took hold of my cock and led me inside towards the bedroom. But this time, she turned left and we headed down the stairs. About two thirds of the way down she looked at me and held a finger over her mouth, warning me to be silent. I heard them then, in the spare room. Amber's gasping was almost panicky in its urgency, a guttural gasp that sounded part disbelief and part begging for mercy. Jodi forced me down onto the stairs and then straddled me, her back to me and impaled herself on my cock. Her legs were spread side outside mine and I watched as the muscles in her back responded to her up and down motions. I heard Amber cum then, a desperate release of energy and passion and I forced my mind away from the mental image of Kelly naked between her legs, and instead thought about next week's work. I had several clients to interview and updates on three major portfolios to review. It helped and my climax was delayed. I opened my eyes and almost jumped to see Kelly standing naked at the bottom of the stairs watching us. Were we that loud? Jodi was watching her, and when Kelly held out her hand Jodi slipped up from me and walked down towards her. Startled I remained fixated to the spot until Jodi turned at the bottom of the stairs and looked at me. She beckoned, but when I hesitated she smiled at me. 'I'm not drunk any more Dave,' she said out loud. My heart skipped a beat and I stood, conscious of my erection glistening in the moonlight spilling through the windows. I followed the two women into the bedroom that was illuminated only by the light of the streetlight. Amber was resting against the bed head, naked and a goddess in every sense of the word. The hair tie was gone; her hair was spread around her head and shoulders like a halo. There was a faint sheen of sweat across her chest and her breasts heaved as she sucked in air, recovering from her orgasm. My eyes were drawn to the parted lips of her sex. They were red and wet, and I had to admit to myself; inviting. Jodi paused at the side of the bed so I moved close behind her, enjoying the sensation as she pushed back against me, so I slid my arms around her tiny waist. I lowered my head and kissed her shoulder and she tilted her head to the side to grant me access to her slender neck, which I nibbled and kissed. I glanced at her face and saw that she was staring at Amber with an intensity that startled me a little. Looking back at Amber I could see the corners of her mouth slightly crinkled from the knowing smile fixed on her pretty mouth as she met Jodi's stare. Kelly slid onto the bed and went to slip between Amber's legs, a movement that broke the tension between Amber and Jodi as Amber gasped and tried to close her legs. 'Not yet,' she laughed and grabbed Kelly's hair, forcing her upwards so that their mouths met in an open and salacious kiss. A small noise of lust escaped me at the sight and Jodi looked over at me with a faint smile. I shrugged as if to say "can you blame me," then leaned over her shoulder to kiss her. She responded with passion and I pushed her forward onto the bed so that she had to reach out and stop herself falling. I pushed her pert bottom forward and she moved to kneel beside the entangled octopus limbs of Amber and Kelly and I moved into position behind her. I parted her butt cheeks and saw the glistening opening of her sex and immediately pushed my erection into her. I must've pushed harder than I intended as she yelped and looked back over her shoulder at me. Kelly broke away from Amber at that point, sitting up and looking at me as I thrust into my girlfriend. A sense of déjà vu swept me as Kelly leaned over Jodi and ran her hand from Jodi's shoulder blades to the base of her spine. It was something she had done when our bed had been shared by various playmates. "Stroking our pet," she had called it and it both excited and angered me. Jodi wasn't the pet, if anything Kelly was, called into the triangle that was Amber, Jodi and me. Then she knelt, bringing her face to mine and I turned my head so that her lips contacted my cheek instead of my mouth. Kelly didn't falter; instead her mouth ran lower across my neck and chest, licking my nipples. I looked down; wanting to watch as her hands parted Jodi's clenching butt cheeks to watch my shaft sliding in and out of Jodi's pussy. I knew what was coming next and decided not to resist it. It was Amber's hungry gaze that burnt into my eyes that convinced me to let Kelly take the next step. As I pulled backwards Kelly pushed with delicate force against my abdomen and at once I was free of Jodi's hot embrace. Before Jodi could react Kelly had jammed her face against the rump of our former babysitter and I knew that her tongue was jammed into Jodi's pussy. Jodi gasped and then stopped moving, wanting the exquisite expertise of my ex-wife's tongue to continue. I stepped from the bed, walked around to the side Amber was on and paused with my knees touching the bed. I raised my eyebrows at Amber who responded by parting her legs, opening her sex to me. As I moved onto the bed her mouth opened a little and she lifted her arms to bring me into her embrace. Jodi was whimpering in pleasure in a way that I had never experienced before and I couldn't help but look at her. I had been reluctant to in case she expressed disappointment at me wanting Amber, but instead her glazed eyes stared back at me unseeing. 'Oh Kell, oh God, oh Kell,' she was whispering in a breathless whisper. Kelly's eyes burned from above Jodi's buttocks, not looking at me but at the back of Jodi's head as the younger woman shook in response to Kelly's tongue lashing. Then Amber's hands found my cheeks, drawing my face to hers and my body onto, and into her. She parted against my probing with the barest of resistance and I found myself sliding into the body of the most beautiful woman I had ever met in person. It was the conscious thought of my lust filled brain as I pushed into her and our mouths met. It is a thought that still gives me pangs of guilt, but I can't deny that it happened. Amber's tongue invaded my mouth with a hunger that almost made me cum on the spot. I forced my thoughts from those that betrayed Jodi and back to work, to the spreadsheets that I was going to have to prepare on Monday and Tuesday and whether I could make the poor returns of the clients' fund look better than they were. I broke away from her kiss, pushed myself up on my arms, tensed my body and began to slam into the exquisite model beneath me. I needed control so I took it. Amber began to whimper and tried to rotate her hips beneath me but I gave no quarter. Each forward thrust elicited a whimper and made me feel in control and gave me increased power. Amber's orgasm caught me unawares, her body twisting and tensing under me. I sank myself into her, lowered more weight onto her and let her thrash without losing me. I don't know if it was a direct result of Amber's climax, but I heard Jodi yelp and then she was cumming too. I turned to look at Jodi and saw her fighting to get away from Kelly's mouth, but Kelly had grabbed her hips and forced Jodi to ride out her climax. 'No more, no more!" Jodi finally yelped and with a twist broke Kelly's hold and flopped onto her back panting. I began to move inside Amber again, fully intending to finish inside her if I could. Amber grabbed my head and pulled it down over her shoulder so that she was breathing heavily into my ear. 'C'mon Dave, make me cum again!' I needed no further encouragement and began to thrust into her still very wet pussy. Amber had manoeuvred so that she could now roll her hips under me and I slowed my previous assault both to let her stimulate herself, but also so that I could draw out my own pleasure. Her body was warm under mine and her breasts pushed against my chest. Amber turned her head and began to lick and nibble my neck and her hot breath on my skin sent ripples of desire through me. I felt movement on the bed beside me and from then Kelly was kneeling next to me, facing the wall. I lifted my head and saw Jodi kneeling behind Kelly from where she appeared to be thrusting her fingers in and out of my ex's pussy. 'That's it Dave, keep goin' I'm gunna...' Amber's words trailed away and I felt the tension in her body again. I was tempted to try and speed up to cum with her but felt that I wanted more. With so much flesh on display I was feeling greedy. And greed is good, isn't it? Amber came with a cry, her legs trembling as she tried to wrap them around my thighs and lock me in place. Jodi looked over at Amber's yelp, saw me looking at her and motioned for me to join her. I hesitated for a moment, but then Amber scratched my chest and it was my turn to yelp and pull away. I found myself pushed backwards and Amber squirmed away from me against the bed head, knees drawn up protectively against any further assault I might be planning. 'Fuck her for me Dave.' It was Jodi talking, looking from me to Kelly and I knew that she really wanted to watch this. But I didn't want to do it, at least until Kelly started to protest. At that point I grabbed her hair with one hand, pushed her onto all fours with the other and slid behind her. She fought for a moment, until I twisted her hair with a force driven by the subconscious resentment I still felt at not knowing why she had left me. 'Ow, Dave!' she yelled. But I remained silent as I manoeuvred behind her and without asking simply thrust myself into her. Her pussy was wet, but the light bulb that had illuminated earlier in the pool told me it wasn't in expectation of my penetration. But the hardness in my cock was because I wanted to fuck her one last time, to punish her for leaving without reason, without warning and most of all without seeming to care about her family. So I slammed into her, hearing her yelp as I bottomed out in her pussy. I looked at Amber and Jodi, now sitting shoulder to should and saw the expression of shock on my girlfriend and of amusement of Amber. I slowed my pace and began to enjoy the sex instead of resenting my ex. Jodi moved then, kneeling beside me and her mouth was on mine. I relaxed fully then, kissing her, looking into her eyes and seeing her lust re-kindling. 'Fuck the bitch,' she whispered into my ear and we kissed again. It started then, deep in my balls and I growled as I felt the pleasure surge through me. Kelly recognised the symptoms, despite the time that had passed, and suddenly pulled off me and turned towards me. I held still as her mouth closed over me, then let go the months of anger and resentment. It was good, Jodi's body pressed against mine as I filled my ex-wife's mouth to overflowing with cum. She didn't swallow it, she rarely had, and instead it spilled over the bed. My mind was blocked from any thought other than the pleasure of my release, then I found Amber beside me on the other side from Jodi and I kissed her as well. She stroked my face, and then Kelly fell back against the pillows as Jodi took my hand and led me from the room. We returned in silence to our room, closing the door. I spooned Jodi, my head awash with the pleasure of Jodi's body, the exquisiteness of Amber and my resentment at Kelly. 'Why'd you want me to do it?' I murmured in the darkness. 'I wanted to push you,' she murmured in reply. 'But I said no, I didn't want to be involved, you kept at it. That's not fair.' 'Actually, it was probably me that I wanted to push. I want, wanted to prove to myself that I can handle you being around her.' 'And?' 'I'm down with it.' \*\*\* The next morning I was surprised to find Amber in the kitchen cooking breakfast. 'Hey, where'd you sleep?' 'With your ex,' she shot back with her usual tone of smug self satisfaction. 'You mean...?' 'Uh huh, you didn't come close to making her night finish on a high note apparently, so I had to do that.' 'Do what?' Jodi appeared behind me, pulling one of my tee shirts over her naked body. I noted the way her small firm breasts swayed as she walked and smiled my approval. 'Make Kelly cum,' Amber explained, flipping bacon rashers. 'You mean...' 'Yes party poopers, after you and old man here went to sleep Kell and I fucked some more.' 'Amber!' Jodi scolded. 'Well we did.' 'Where is Kell?' I asked as we sat down to eat. In the cold light of morning I was feeling a little sheepish at the way I had treated her the previous night. But only a little. 'She's headed out for the day. Said to tell you that she'd pick up the kids and be back for dinner.' 'Okay,' I said and glanced at Jodi. She was looking at her plate and wolfing down the bacon and eggs. 'Can I ask you guys something about us?' Amber enquired. 'Sure,' Jodi replied with a frown, looking up from her breakfast. 'How would you feel if I like, asked, um, asked Kell to come live with, well at my place for a while?' 'What!?' Jodi looked shocked. I figured I'd missed something and was about to voice my approval when light bulb went off in my head again. 'You mean...?' 'Yeah, I fancy your ex and well...I thought it'd help you guys out a bit. I think I can get her a job too...At the agency, we desperately need some help in the office.' Amber offered the employment bait without much conviction. 'Does Kelly know?' 'What, that she's a dyke?' Amber laughed, and then stopped abruptly as she looked at me. 'You mean last night when you had to rape her to have sex that wasn't enough to make you realise why she left?' 'I didn't rape...' 'Yes you did,' they both exclaimed in unison. 'You ever look at me like that and it'll be the last time you see me,' Jodi laughed. 'You were an animal! Amber exclaimed. 'You're a good fuck though,' she said with a smile, deliberately not looking at Jodi. 'Amber!' Jodi snapped. 'Well I am aren't I?' I laughed, trying to ease the tension. 'And you're my good fuck,' Jodi retorted. 'Look, um, back to Kelly,' I wanted to steer the conversation back to Amber's explosive comment. 'Did she tell you she's gay?' 'Gay!?' Amber snorted. 'There's an ol' timer's word for ya!' She laughed at me, then shook her head. 'Not exactly, but after you got us snogging in the pool and then left she asked if I wanted to spend the night with her. I figured you weren't available yet again, and Jodes was hiding from me, so I thought she'd do. And she did.' We finished breakfast in silence, for which I was grateful as I was lost in my own thoughts. The sexual adventures I had experienced with Kelly made sense now. It was never about her satisfying my male desires, but for her to live out her sexuality. I was still full of questions I wanted to ask her; when had she come to the realisation, before we were married or sometime after? Why hadn't she told me? I looked up from the table as Jodi placed her hand on my shoulder. 'Its okay babe,' she said bending down to kiss my cheek. 'I doubt it was you that turned her gay.' She grinned as she used my choice of words. I looked up at her, grateful for her insight and our mouths met. 'Amber will get the truth out of her and then in time you'll know all the answers. In the meantime...' she poked herself in the chest, making her nipples briefly appear through the thin cotton. 'So we have a whole day to ourselves,' I smiled. 'Yeah, yeah, I'll make myself scarce,' Amber groaned. 'Unless you two want me to join you?' 'Next time Amber,' I shot back before Jodes could answer. 'You're not that much of a challenge in the sack, I think I'll stick with my hottie here.' I snaked an arm around Jodi's waist and was rewarded with her leaning comfortably against me. 'Ho ho,' Amber laughed. I stood as she came over to us, and her hug was close and warm as always, but the sexual predator in me remained asleep. It roused a little as she stroked Jodi's cheek intimately, making my girlfriend blush a little. They kissed, their lips lingering and I realised that they hadn't been intimate the night before. 'Next time Jodes,' Amber whispered, and then she was gone down the stairs. Jodi's nipples protruded and she blushed deeper when she saw me looking at them. 'So there's gunna be a next time?' I asked. Jodi blushed even deeper when I smiled at the lack of response. 'Its okay,' I laughed, 'she's hot.' Jodi scowled and pushed me in the chest, so I scooped her into my arms, marveling at her lightness and took her into the bedroom. I thought I heard the door downstairs shut as Amber left, but it really didn't matter. I was with the woman I wanted. 'I will,' said Jodi as I dropped her onto the bed. 'Will what?' I asked. 'Marry you.'

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A Bit Salty “George!” “What, Lisa?” “I need some help!” “What?” “I said I need some help!” “With what?” “Just bring… oh never mind, just get up here!” “What?!” “Oh, for God’s sake, George, come here?” “Damn it, Lisa, what is it? I’m missing the game.” “Quit yelling at me, and help me get to the tub.” “Shit, not again. Do you have to do this every time I get a chance to watch a game?” “I don’t think I actually get a choice in the matter. I’m sorry my situation interferes with your ability to root for the sports ball team of your choice.” “It’s hockey, not sports ball. They use a puck, not a ball.” “Whatever, you know I don’t follow that stuff.” “You should. Maybe I can convince them you’re their new mascot.” “What?” “I’m kidding. Now let me give you a hand.” “Good, I’m starting to dry out.” “Of all the stupid… Lisa, I can’t get a grip, stop wiggling!” “Sorry, I’m not trying to move.” “This would be a whole lot easier if you weren’t already covered in slime.” “Look, I’m sorry this is such an inconvenience for you. I tried to get you up here before the mucus began to spread, but you were too busy watching the game. Why don’t you just dump me in the ocean then so I don’t interrupt your sports anymore?” “Lisa, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, really, I am. Here, give me… oof. Hey, watch where you flail that thing.” “I know, George, I know. It’s just hard to cope like this.” “You mean all slimy?” “I was thinking more the eight tentacles and a lack of bones.” “You’d think with that many legs you’d be able to walk yourself to the tub.” “Ha. Ha. Very funny. You know it takes time before I can control them.” “Well, yes. Though once you do you get around well enough. Just please stop leaving sucker marks on the ceilings, they’re a pain to repaint.” “Yeah, I leave a mess wherever I go, it’s just easier to stay in the tub.” “Messes aren’t always bad; and you seem to enjoy making them.” “Oh hush. It’s my business where I make them.” “Really, Lisa? That seemed to be very much my business last month.” “Oh, cut it out, I’m already horny. Now are you going to help me to the tub or not?” “Alright, alright. Just let me get my hand under your hips. And flip your tentacles over my arm, okay? Can you do that, yet?” “Yeah, I think so.” “Better drop that shirt too.” “Already working on it.” “And one… two… three… lift. Damn Lisa, how is it that you feel heavier when you don’t have any bones in your legs?” “Harrumph.” “Hey, ow, it was a joke, seriously! Now watch your head.” “Don’t you drop me.” “Would never dream of it, honey.” “Hey, oof, what was that for?” “Sorry, you slipped a bit.” “It’s a good thing the squishy parts of me took the damage.” “You’re mostly squishy now.” “So, you’ve noticed.” “Of course, I like your squishy parts.” “Sure, you do, the ones that normally belong on a human woman.” “Them too.” “You can be so infuriating.” “I try. Warm water today?” “Yes. Thank you dear. Would you grab me the sea salt too?” “Yep, just a second.” “Oh, we’re almost out! Remind me to put it on the shopping list for next time.” “The store must think we all have a salt fetish. That’s another two- pound bag, gone.” “Hush you, for all they know we’ve just got a big salt water aquarium.” “Uh-huh, that’s why we never buy fish food, or filters, or new fish. Hey, why’d you splash me!” “For being… you. Insufferable man.” “And that makes you mad?” “Right now? Yes, it does.” “Why?” “Because I have tentacles remember? I’m a freak of nature. I look like fucking Ursula from the little mermaid.” “Nah, you’re still hot.” “I’m an ectotherm.” “Big word for a squid lady.” “Stop that.” “What?” “Being, well, not upset over this.” “Why should I be upset?” “Your wife is part squid?” “Hazards of the job.” “You’re seriously into this, aren’t you?” “Maybe a little.” “More than a little, you weird man.” “Hey, for all your bitching about it, you get pretty amorous with those tentacles.” “Can I help it if this form makes me horny?” “I doubt it.” “What do you mean you doubt it? I’m a grown woman, I can control myself.” “Hun, you’ve already got one of your tentacles up your mantle and into your twat, and another caressing your tit already and the bath isn’t even half full. Every time you turn into the queen of tentacles here, you end up hornier than a bunch of randy teenagers. And before you get mad at me, I think it’s freaking awesome.” “You really mean that?” “I do.” “Good, then come here. This mama squid needs her sugar.”

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Title: Freedom Pt. 06-08 Tags: sci-fi, fantasy *Author's Note: All non-consent scenes have now been sanitized and are without intercourse, and thus these parts are now quite condensed; therefore, I felt the best option was to release them in batch.* *Assume there are no sexual scenes in this story.* ***\-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-*** **Freedom Part 6: Villjord** **\-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-** Casiama held a hand over her eyes, scanning a strange city far off in the distance. The destination for their journey, she hoped. It had been a long six days, and the elf was ready for proper respite from the cold. Villjord was an anomalous and ominous looking locale. The city was situated on the furthest tip of a peninsula which shared the same name, surrounded by dark waters on each side except to the east, where it was connected to the mainland by a small natural bridge of ice and snow. The city boundaries were shaped like a lopsided star, its five points curling betwixt large stone pillars which rose proudly from the icy seas surrounding it, seemingly undeterred from erosion. The city was ringed with high stone walls on each side and studded with square towers, only falling off to allow for a small port to exist on the furthest point of the city. Villjord was also dominated by a prominent, black step-pyramid situated at its exact center. The pyramid housed both the College of Villjord - a college of magic which trained up to a hundred sorceresses at any one time - and was also the seat of power for the Jarlinna of Villjord. The Jarlinna herself was elected by a council of sorceresses, and as such was typically drawn from those same ranks. The Jarlinna ruled for life, and when she passed another would be elected to take her place. And so the custom had continued for centuries, the only settlement of man on the continent where women ruled unquestioningly. "What do you see, Cass?" Talos asked, stepping beside her and wrapping an arm around her thin waist. She pointed at the star of buildings in the distance, obscured by a gloomy sea-borne haze. Talos shrugged, then kissed her on the cheek. She shivered in delight, squishing against him. "Guess we made it. I'll go tell Sigi," Talos smirked. \- Talos, Casiama, and Sigismund made camp for one final night, two tents huddled against a large wall of ice to their west. Talos had hoped to make it within Villjord's walls today, but night had already fallen and the trio was still ten miles from its gates. Rather than brave the ice bridge crossing in the dark of an Isbryggan night, they instead decided to retire where they were. Faint, dancing, undulating green lights shone dimly in the clear night sky above them. Casiama laid cuddled within her sleeping furs in the open next to their fire, gazing upon the Lady's bounty with the utmost glee. Talos, rather than watch the aurora, watched her instead as he sat beside her on the snow. His eyes danced over her cheerful lips, his heart fluttered over her joyous eyes. Gods, was she pretty. "I love you, Casiama." The elf's smile somehow grew wider at his words, and she rolled within her sleeping bag to gaze upon him. "You're my everything, Talos," she replied, heartfelt. Talos leaned in to peck her on the lips, unable to resist her any longer. "Get a tent you two." Sigismund sat opposite them across the dancing flames, his eyes fixed upon the dancing lights above them. Casiama giggled at his interference. "I thought you said you were happy for us, Sigi," she beamed, eyes still focused on her lover's. Sigismund grinned, happiness evident even on his disfigured face. He sat silent for a moment, conjuring an appropriate answer. "I am. Doesn't mean I want to hear of it all journey," the man said gruffly. Talos ran a hand along Casiama's face, kissing her soft cheek even softer. "Don't mind him, honey. He's just a grumpy ol' curmudgeon." Casiama chuckled, pecking Talos' cheek in return. "He is. We need to find him a woman," she whispered slyly, just loud enough for all present to hear. "Yeesh. Who the hell would go for *that?*" he mused in jest, pointing at Sigismund across the fire. His sight finally left Casiama's when Sigismund didn't speak up for a moment. Talos had expected a sharp retort, as was the veteran's custom. Talos looked upon his former lieutenant, finding sadness even within his right eye, which had been rendered white by a long vertical scar so many decades ago. He knew the look. Talos had been told he'd had the same for weeks after Rayya's death. "No... you had someone? Have? Sigi?" Sigismund nodded, eyes fixed to the heavens. "Yeah. Had." He rose from the fire, crouching to retreat into his tent. "Night, lovebirds," he said sadly. Talos wanted to ask so many questions. Did he ever mention this before? Where was she now? What happened? "Night, Sigi," Casiama replied with a frown. Talos clenched his fists, deciding to let the topic rest. He opened Casiama's bedroll just long enough to slide in beside her, then watched the whimsical aurora with his lover until they drifted off to sleep. \- Talos, Casiama, and Sigismund made their way through the small gate of the city of Villjord early in the morning. They found little foot traffic making their way through the gates, Talos realizing that the city was likely supplied and traveled to by sea judging from the array of ships by the harbor. There hadn't been a road to travel on for their entire journey across the peninsula, which had confused the trio for quite some time. It now made sense. They were accosted by four guards wearing the blues-and-blacks of the Jarldom of Villjord. Normally, Talos would have explained what he was doing here. He realized that his small party of three likely looked quite intimidating, and he wanted to reassure the soldiers that he meant no harm. Problem was, he didn't speak Isbryggan. He waved his head and hands about as the soldiers shouted and pointed, only picking up a word or two. He did know the words for drink, food, bed, and fuck in Isbryggan, although the guards weren't using those right now. "Cass," he whispered to the elf on his left, eyes still pointed forward towards the spearmen. "We need Silvia to translate. You do the talking." "Hold on," she replied with a whisper, bringing a hand towards her pack as inconspicuously as possible to fetch her magical stone. Talos improvised. "Me good people," he said loudly, pointing to his own chest as he waved his other arm about. "Me no hurt..." he pointed at them, "you." "Vex, get Silvia on the farcaster!" Casiama demanded of a woman a hundred miles away. The guards lowered their spears at Talos, the man replying with arms raised skyward. "No, no! Me *good* people." "Silvia, hi. I need you to translate what I say into the northern languge, okay?" Talos took a step back, his party following suit behind him. "We mean you no harm," Casiama whispered to herself and one other, "we only want to warn the Jarlinna of an attack." Casiama shut her eyes a moment, then repeated the same phrase in Isbryggan louder, for all present. "*Hurt you not us. Us tell leader of raid on tussle bear,"* she shouted, tripping over each syllable of the brutal language. The guards raised their spears again, one even nodding after a moment. "*Tussle bear?"* one asked. Casiama nodded with an attempt at a reassuring smile, unsure what the word meant. "Silvia, what's '*tussle bear'* mean?" she asked quietly. "Oh. 'Dystval'," the elf corrected for the guards. "*Us tell leader of raid on Dystval,*" Casiama repeated again. Worried glances were exchanged between the men at the gate, and they promptly stepped aside to allow the trio to access the city. \- An hour later, the three foreigners slowly trudged up the eighty-five steps towards the top of the massive black pyramid in the center of Villjord, the Jarlinna's quarters laying at the very top. The Jarlinna herself would never have to walk these steps; her handmaidens would bring her down in a litter. But everyone else was forced to walk, in hopes of reminding of their place in the far-of city. "Gods damnit, we need to find someone who speaks Elvish," Talos scoffed to no one in particular. Casiama frowned. "I can do this, Talos," she retorted. "It's not *that* bad. Silvia said we could chat at any time." "Sure, but even if we do manage an audience, we'll need to ensure she understands the severity of the situation. Poorly translated phrases won't do that, Cass." A girl in black, standing by a pillar at the top of the stairs, overheard him. She stepped behind the man silently, clearing her throat when she arrived. Talos turned around and paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the gorgeous woman before him. She wore a long-sleeved black silk dress that fell loosely to the ground, black silk gloves, a small black leather jacket, and a black choker with a brown diamond in the center, which matched her eyes both in color and brilliance. All of her pale skin was covered except the top of her neck and her face, which held the cutest button nose, moon-shaped eyes, and brows and pouting lips that perpetually held the visage that she were but one word from crying. Her straight, jet-black hair fell freely to her back. "Hello," the woman greeted quietly, Talos suddenly realizing that he'd been undressing her with his gaze. His mouth had been left agape when he crudely replied. "Uh... hello. We're-" he started saying as he turned away from her, then paused mid-step. "Wait! Can you speak Isbryggan?" The girl shook her head. Talos noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, a small black cat hiding beneath the woman's black dress. "Damn," he shrugged. The girl blushed profusely, and stayed quiet for a moment with her eyes affixed elsewhere than his. "I wanted to let you know that the Jarlinna speaks fluent Elvish. That's all," the girl said hurriedly, already taking a step away from him. Talos noticed it looked like she wanted to run away from the conversation, but decided to greet her formally. A beautiful woman in a town of sorcery only meant one thing, and he had learned early that it was wise to not make an enemy of a sorceress. "That's great news. I'm Talos, of Evora," he said warmly, extending a hand to the black-clad sorceress. She took it hurriedly, shaking it weakly. He waived his free hand towards his friends. "These are my companions, Casiama of Tor Valliya and Sigismund Decatur." "Tatiana Vittori," she replied succinctly, twice nodding meekly towards Talos' friends. His eyes danced down Tatiana's silken dress towards the cat at her feet, and he raised his eyebrows as if in query. "And that's Dusk," she added with a half-smile. "Studying here?" Sigismund asked, Talos realizing the old man was also examining their new friend attentively. She shook her head in silent reply as her legs squirmed beneath her dress, her eyes dancing back towards Talos, and then away again. "Well, it's good to meet you Tatiana Vittori. And thanks for the tip," Talos said warmly. "Yes! I mean, you're welcome, Talos of Evora. Goodbye," Tatiana replied out-of-breath, cheeks still reddened. She knelt down to pick up her cat before making her way down the eighty-five steps in haste. Talos and Sigismund were either examining the town of Villjord beneath them, or watching Tatiana's backside and legs create all manner of interesting shape under her flowing silken dress as she descended the pyramid. Talos tilted his head towards Sigismund, elbowing him gently in the side with a grin. It had been the latter. "Oh, don't be a hound," Sigismund chided, sharing his grin then half-nodding towards Casiama for Talos' sake. Talos spun around, having forgotten of her for a quick moment, and found the elf drilling into his eyes with a glare. "Do you think she's pretty?!" Casiama asked in anger, or quite possibly the world's greatest mimicry of it. Talos felt confidently playful in his reply. "Do you want me to lie?" he smirked. Casiama's face lit up, transforming in an instant. The princess had been getting better at faking displeasure as of late, finding it humorous. "Well, I think she's pretty," she admitted wonderfully. Talos pecked her on the lips, then gripped the elf's shoulder as he turned towards the Jarlinna's throne room doors. "Have I told you how perfect you are?" Talos asked. \- Tatiana exhaled sharply as her boots met the street once more, having practically run down the eighty-five steps of the Villjord pyramid. She brought a finger to Dusk's ear, calming herself through his mewls. She chided herself for her poor conversational skills, pondering how she could have possibly made it through life this far without being able to introduce herself to a gentleman. *Was Talos with the elf? What was her name again?* Tatiana stepped down the street quickly, looking to return to her room at the inn so she could hide within her room for the rest of the day. Dusk whined, telling her to release him from her grasp, and she gently dropped him to the ground. Oh, if only she could teleport more than once every couple days. She was already primed to leave, ready to return home to Redstone. *Tomorrow,* she thought. She hurriedly scanned the shops to her left, signs before doors in a runic language she couldn't read. She realized she didn't need anything, and kept walking towards the inn. *Yes, Talos was likely with the elf. What man wouldn't be? And why else would an elf be at the end of the world?* Tatiana sighed, realizing the inn here in Villjord wouldn't be serving pasta like they did in Redstone. She could really go for some right now. But it was likely fish or stew today, just like it was every night. Mead too, not that she would partake of it. Would the Jarlinna bring up Tatiana's conversation with her to Talos? She thought it unlikely, finding it a strange topic to come up in passing. Surely they were discussing something other than another reaver raid. She brought a hand to her pack, to ensure her notebooks were still secured. *Shoot!* Tatiana quickly spun around, looking for a black-furred pack she wouldn't find. She knew she had left it at the top of those damned stairs when she had made a hasty retreat from conversation. Tatiana chided herself for her carelessness and grunted with displeasure. Then Dusk nuzzled his face against her leg, and she felt a bit better. She strolled back towards the pyramid under a foggy sky. \- The throne room of the Jarlinna of Villjord was not the most pleasant of halls. Blue fire danced atop the room's many torches, blue carpets led any visitors towards the large black throne at the end of the hall. Large tables flanked this carpet, which were currently laid bare due to the early morning hour. Or at least, that's what Talos figured. Six women in white stood at the end of the room, holding spears and small shields with hair pleated. The handmaidens of the Jarlinna, he knew. He was fortunate that the Jarlinna was still holding court, and doubly fortunate that there were no other subjects requiring her attention at the moment. He stepped forward briskly, Casiama and Sigismund remaining at the back of the hall near the double-doors to freedom. A man in a blue-and-black tunic approached him from beside the crone in the throne, speaking softly in a language he didn't understand with hand outstreched. "Elvish?" Talos asked with a smirk. The man didn't answer the question directly. "Your weapons, sir," he said in perfect Elvish, though his words sounded somewhat condescending. *Oh.* Talos shrugged, unbuckling his sword belt to hand to the steward. He then unstrapped his crossbow from his back, then knelt to hand over his boot knife. The steward was already fumbling with the items in his hands before Talos remembered the small knife at his breast, and removed that as well. It was unnecessary to do so - since the dagger was well-hidden - but Talos found it hilarious to watch the little man struggle. He stepped towards the Jarlinna with a smirk before remembering the gravity of the situation. The steward introduced the crone with a booming voice from behind Talos, again in his language. "Kneel before Jarlinna Ophalia, First of her Name and protector of the realm." Talos did so, as he felt there was no harm in the gesture. "You may rise," Ophalia croaked, looking none too pleased to be resting on her throne at the moment. Talos thought she might keel over at any point now, as she looked positively ancient. He rose to his feet. "Jarlinna. Your grace," Talos began with a hopefully-appropriate amount of reverence, "I have but a simple warning for you and yours. My companions and I have traveled here directly from a town called Dystval, which had come under attack. Many souls there had perished. The surviving locals had told us it was a reaver attack." The crone mulled over Talos' warning for a moment, her beady eyes never leaving his face. "Yes, well. Reaver raids *are* somewhat common on these shores, traveler. Why, I had another southroner speak to me not an hour ago discussing the same occurring in Hvalbarg." *Huh.* Talos had thought them non-existent as of late. Now there had been two attacks? He wondered where Hvalbarg was. "Jarlinna, this was no ordinary raid. Almost the entire town was aflame, even the ground itself in places. More than half the town had been slaughtered," Talos explained dreadfully. "The people there require your protection, now more than ever." "Hah! There are thirty-six settlements in the Jarldom of Villjord, traveler. Do you truly expect me to release my troops to protect a town destroyed?" she asked coldly. Talos frowned. "Are you not the protector of the realm?" he asked, one of the blonde handmaidens beside the Jarlinna immediately stepping towards him with spear raised and eyebrows lowered. Talos didn't budge at the attempt at intimidation, and the Jarlinna put up a hand to stop the handmaiden. Sigismund and Casiama had hands on their weapons at the far end of the hall as well, and they too halted their progress at the Jarlinna's command. "Tell me, traveler," the Jarlinna continued, her voice now just a pinch warmer, "did the townspeople mention a flag with... what was it, Ortvar?" "A cross of red axes over a black flag, Jarlinna." "Yes. Did they mention this?" Talos shrugged, not knowing the answer on hand. But he knew how to get an answer, and glanced towards Casiama at the end of the hall. The elf nodded once, accepting the unspoken order. She stepped out of the throne room a moment later with a hand already reaching for her pack. "I'm not sure, Jarlinna." \- "Hello Silvia," Casiama greeted a sorceress a hundred miles away, holding a blue-and-white stone in the palm of her hand. "Hey Cass! How are things going there?" a more-than-chipper Silvia greeted back from behind the farcaster. Casiama glanced around, ensuring no one was in ear-shot. Talos had ordered her to keep the stone a secret while in the city. "Fine. Can you ask one of the townspeople if they saw a... uh..." Casiama squinted to remember, "red and black flags on the reaver ships, during the attack?" Silvia giggled. "No!" she wailed suddenly, before clearing her throat and responding to the elf with calm. "Sorry, Cass. Yes, that matches what they have said. Two red axes over a black flag." "Thanks." Casiama pushed a bit of magic into the stone, terminating the farcaster's magic. \>\> "You're welcome! How's Talos doing?" Silvia asked no one. "Come on, tell her!" Markus exclaimed. Silvia giggled again, then realized that Casiama had cut her off early when she didn't respond after a moment. Silvia would need to teach the elf proper long-distance communique protocol, she knew. "Cass ended the connection. And no, Markus, I'm not telling her we had a threesome!" \<\< Casiama placed the farcaster in her pack, swinging herself about to return to the throne room with Talos' answer. She spotted a black-clad sorceress she had just met huffing and puffing her way up the stairs, and wondered why the girl seemed to enjoy the exertion so much. Casiama felt a pang of territoriality at the sight of her before sweeping it away. "Hey Tatiana," she greeted casually. The sorceress nervously glanced in her direction with a pout, her standard expression. "Hey... you," Tatiana squeaked. Her eyes danced about the palace grounds, and she found her backpack by a bench just behind the elven beauty. Casiama laughed. "Did you already forget of me? We just met not half an hour ago," the elf chided impishly. Tatiana shook her head hastily, thinking her serious. "No! I mean... you're, uhm, Talos' companion. I know." Casiama skipped towards her, closing the ten-foot distance between the pair. Tatiana had already forgotten her name, she knew. "My name's Cass. If you have forgotten," she said. The elf noticed the sorceress' eyes appeared to be looking through her, and not at her. "Yes. Okay. Hi, Cass," Tatiana uttered exhaustedly. She tried walking past Casiama, the elf stepping to the side to impede her. "Do I make you nervous?" Casiama asked with a smirk. Tatiana didn't answer, but did point behind the elf towards a black furred pack with a pout. Casiama turned to strut towards it, lifting the furred pack up by its strap and handed it to Tatiana. Casiama felt unnecessarily playful in the woman's presence, a feeling of feigned superiority over her whimpering form. She decided to play with her. Just a touch. "Talos finds you pretty, you know," the elf smirked mischeviously. Casiama noticed the adorable sorceress jump in her own skin at the sudden statement and the elf shivered in delight. "That's... that's..." Tatiana stuttered with wide eyes, already turning around to make a hasty retreat. She picked her cat up from the floor. "He said he wants to sleep with you," Casiama chortled deviously with an exaggerated hand gesture. "Said he would move the heavens and soil to make it happen, and all that. I'd never seen him so worked up." The elf felt just a touch of sympathy at that last statement, realizing too late that she'd gone too far in her jest. Tatiana appeared as if she were just about to cry - although, that may have been her normal expression - and Casiama decided to let her go. "Take care, Tatiana." "Yes-" the sorceress replied before jumping anxiously once more, an impact of oak wood on stone startling her. The doors to the throne room slammed open, and Talos marched out of them with pure hatred in his eyes with hands outstretched. "Talos, stop!" Sigismund shouted, running behind him. Talos spun towards him, but continued walking towards the steps of the pyramid backwards. "What the fuck is her problem?! People are dying out there, and she rests calmly as if it's normal!" "Don't do anything rash," Sigismund said, squinting into his eyes. "You're letting emotion get the best of you." "Oh am I, Sigi?!" Talos extended his arms, as if speaking to the entire city, "Then let it be known, that I, Talos of Evora, am-" Talos' statement was cut short, having run into a shaking Tatiana halting his progress with a hand pushed into his back. He had been but five steps from the edge of the pyramid when she had stopped him. He stepped forward then turned towards her. "Oh. Thanks, Tatiana," he said quietly, somewhat amused the sorceress had returned. "That would've been quite the tumble, eh?" Tatiana nodded, her eyes flickering between Talos and Casiama nervously. "Yes. Yes it would have." She had more to say, hadn't she? "What's this about people dying, Talos?" she asked under her breath. \- The sun was high above their heads, over a sky of never-ending clouds. Three humans and an elf sat atop the steps of the massive pyramid of Villjord. Talos sighed dreadfully, then explained the situation to an enthralled enchantress. He skipped over the gruesome parts of the tale, believing the young woman before him too weak of stomach to handle them. Tatiana did not speak once during the monologue, but nodded attentively with eyes dancing between his and the clouds above. Tatiana then breathlessly and hastily explained her own experience with the reavers of red-and-black, and her successes saving the town of Hvalbarg from their ravagings just a couple days ago. Her tale amazed the party, Talos somewhat in disbelief that this timid girl in black was likely the most powerful sorceress he had ever encountered. Still, one notion had him puzzled most of all. "That's amazing, Tatiana. But... how did you get here before us?" Talos asked. Dusk lept into Tatiana's lap, and the sorceress patted him instinctively. "Teleportation. Of the Redstone transmutation variety," she answered immediately, returning the man's grin with a subtle half-smile. Talos shrugged. "And in Elvish?" he asked playfully. He knew of teleportation, of course. He'd traveled with sorceresses in the past who were capable of the feat, but had always distrusted the magic too much to be teleported with them. Tatiana pondered the question's meaning for a moment then shook her head with embarrassment. "I can travel instantaneously from place to place, so long as I can picture the destination in my mind. But it takes time to recuperate after each portal. One to seven days, depending on distance and mass." "Mass?" "Sorry," Tatiana blushed, "how much I bring with me to the destination. Or... how many I bring with me," she said breathlessly. Sigismund cleared his throat to Talos' right. Talos had forgotten he wasn't alone with the sorceress. "Would you be open to porting us out of here, Tatiana?" he asked. Sigismund saw this as an opportunity to skip a week trudging the cold frosts of Isbrygga, even if he didn't particularly trust teleportation either. Tatiana nodded, her sight fixed respectfully onto his. "Yes," she answered succinctly. Talos shoved the veteran on the shoulder. "Is that what we're doing now, Sigi? Abandoning these people to their fates?" Sigismund rolled his eyes. "Look, Talos. I have a lot of experience dealing with reavers, just as they have a lot of experience with reaving. And I have but two words for you if you're looking to stop the cycle," Sigismund said coldly. Talos raised his eyebrows in query. "Impossibly idealistic." Sigismund rested his chin on a hand then gazed out over the city of Villjord in silent contemplation. The party shared a moment of silence before any of them spoke up. Talos would not be dissuaded by his mentor's words. He had a lifetime of misery to atone for, and had found his opportunity. "I'm with you, Talos," Casiama whispered perfectly from behind, placing her thin hands on his shoulders for physical confirmation. Talos smirked, then looked to Tatiana. The black-clad sorceress nodded with a half-smile, answering a question that needn't be asked. "How can I help?" Tatiana asked with confidence. \- Hilde awoke after the longest sleep of her life, groggy and miserably sore. She shook her head to try and redress a terrible pain in her neck, and her eyes fluttered open to assess her present situation. She spied several longboats in the sea in front of her, each holding a black sail with a cross of red battleaxes. *Reavers.* It all came back to her again. The escape, the burning of the vessel, the incineration of all who opposed her. The failure, the weakness, falling into the sea a defeated woman. How was she still alive? "The mage is awake, Wanderer!" a man bellowed gleefully to her side. Hilde tried moving, but could not. Her hands were bound beside her neck through three holes in a plank of wood, which was fastened to the deck of the *Mercy*. Her legs behind her struggled in vain to find a comfortable standing position as she was forced to lean forward into her binds. She tried summoning another fireball, but found she was once again uncapable of the act. Hilde could not see what was behind her, and perhaps that was for the better, as she could only hear the raucous roars of a dozen or two men as well as the powerful waves crashing against the ship. In front of her was only the bow of the *Mercy*, a decomposing and destroyed slave tied at the fore, and the endless sea beyond that. Judging that she were still here, Hilde had obviously failed to incinerate the vessel in her escape. She remembered the axe lodged in her shoulder, a shoulder hidden beyond the wooden binds she now found herself in. Hilde couldn't feel pain from the wound, and figured they must have a restorer on board as well. "Wonderful!" Kjartan exclaimed from behind her. "Kjartan!" Hilde screamed hoarsely. "I will end all you hold dear!" "*You* will be the one destroyed, Three," he declared to her before turning around to address his crew. "This one's open for business! Call the ships! We sail for Villjord!" **\-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-** **Freedom Part 7: Siege** **\-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-** The night settled early over the port town of Villjord in the far corner of the world. Talos and Casiama were now in a lively hall of an inn down by the port of Villjord, hoping to find some decent-enough sustinence now that they had found civilization once again. Talos was pleased to find the inn offered all manner of fresh fish, and purchased several greedily for both himself and his companion. Mead was offered as well, wordlessly by the innkeep. The pair of course accepted the gesture, and made their way to a table. Talos leaned against Casiama, nodding towards a table in the corner of the hall where he had spotted a familiar sorceress. Tatiana was seated alone, reading through an extensive black tome while her black cat munched on a gigantic fish atop the table. She was seated as far away as possible from the raucous revelry of the fellow inn-goers, and wore a genuine smile on her face as she flipped through the pages of the book. "She looks happy enough already. Why must you ruin every girl's day, Talos?" Casiama asked sarcastically. Talos smirked, then walked towards the table in the corner of the hall regardless. "She's the only one here besides you who speaks Elvish, and I'll be speaking to *you* all night," he justified in a half-whisper. Casiama rolled her eyes, following him to the table with a smirk. Talos stopped just behind Tatiana, attempting to read some of the words in the tome she was so obviously engrossed by. His mind skipped over several of the words written in all capital letters, before realizing the book was written in Kinglish. "Hey, Tatiana," he greeted coyly, taking a seat at her table before it being offered. Tatiana quickly swivled her gaze towards him with wide eyes, and slammed the book shut as he sat down. Talos smiled nervously, to match her reaction. "Sorry...?" he said slowly. Tatiana shook her head, bringing a gloved hand to her neck and swallowing. "No, no! You just surprised me. That's all," she quickly replied, her words hurried. Her other hand never left the top of the black book on the table, and Talos glanced towards it. He immediately found the cover to be familiar. "What brings you here?" she asked nervously. Talos chuckled, nodding towards the book he had recognized from Mschuleft. He had to lug that tome, as well as three others, a quarter of the way across the Empire. He would never mistake it for another. "We're staying here, but apologies for the surprise, Tatiana. Where'd you find that?" Tatiana glanced down towards her hand, then towards Talos, then away again. She nearly hopped out of her skin when she realized Casiama was seated next to her in the opposite direction, having not heard her sit down. Tatiana looked towards her kitty instead. "I-it's just a normal book, I swear! A friend from Catriona let me borrow it." "Mmm," Talos mumbled, then took a swig of his ale. He let Tatiana stew in her own shivering discomfort a moment, then spoke once he swallowed. "I recognize it. A friend of mine rescued the very same book from Mschuleft last year, though I *am* surprised to see it in another's possession so far from Catriona," he explained. Tatiana huffed, then let her hand drift from the book's cover. "Oh! Well it's only a copy, Talos. They have already conjured dozens," she replied breathlessly. "What's in it?" he asked with a smirk. The sorceress's cheeks reddened significantly. Tatiana would never answer truthfully. While most of the Mschuleft Catalogue, as the four books were now known as, were useful spell tomes, this *particular* book was instead an autobiography of an unusually salacious sorceress who had lived centuries ago, known as Rose. She had documented all of her travels across the land, and described in detail the many throbbing thorns and weeping petals she had discovered whilst doing so. "I-it's a history. Of the Age of Dragons," Tatiana hastily answered, her heart thumping in her chest. Talos didn't believe her, of course, but played along. She didn't need to know he couldn't read Kinglish. "Fascinating," he replied dryly. "May I take a look?" "No! I mean, uh..." Talos chuckled ruthlessly. "Relax, Tatiana. I'm only teasing you. I'm sure it's just some boring mage stuff." Tatiana chuckled with him, albeit nervously. She hastily grabbed the book, leaning over in her seat to place it back into her travel sack. Talos caught a quick glance of Tatiana's clothed ass as she leaned, which was framed delicately by her silk dress. His eyes flickered towards Casiama across the table when he realized his mistake, who had both her brows raised as she gazed back at him, as well as half a scaled ice fish in her mouth. She was failing horribly to consume it, and was likely tearing her gums in the process. Talos couldn't help but laugh at the helpless predicament of the otherwise formidable princess. "Cass, stop," Talos giggled. "Good gods, did they not have fish in Tor Valliya?" Casiama blushed and released the fish from her mouth, letting it thud onto her wooden plate. "We did. Only we at least *prepared* it properly," Casiama retorted just as a princess would, with a huff, pointing at her unprepared dinner. Talos leaned in to grab it, placing it on his own plate and brought a knife to it's tail. Tatiana's cat followed the fish as it traveled over it's head. "They prepare ice fish with the scales still on, princess," Talos explained with a smile, cutting into it. "It practically melts the meat within, and it's delicious." "Oh." Tatiana clasped her gloved hands together atop the table, her eyes flickering between her tablemates as they conversed. A half-smile had formed on her lips, although she hadn't been aware of it. Talos placed the now-prepared fish onto Casiama's plate, which was pawed at by Tatiana's kitty before she placed a calming hand on it's back. "Sorry for him. Dusk loves fish," Tatiana giggled, explaining the obvious. She smiled brightly as her eyes gazed upon the cat's black fur. Casiama grinned, and fed Dusk the first bite of her meal with a wide smile. Talos cleared his throat, drinking in his lover's happiness. "Uh, Tatiana. Thanks for offering to bring my friends here to Villjord. It really means a lot to me, and I know we just met and all..." Tatiana flicked the gaze of her sparkling brown eyes towards Talos nervously. "Yes?" she asked when he trailed off, wondering if he'd continue. "And, uh... nothing. I'm just very thankful," Talos said. "I guess I'm sort of wondering why you jumped on board so quickly, is all." She glanced away from him and took a deep breath. "I saw them, Talos. I know what they're capable of. And judging from your reaction today, we both received similar responses from the Jarlinna." Her gaze returned to his, and her next words were spoken softly, but with confidence. "But when I saw you, Talos, I saw someone who was both capable and willing to do the right thing without recompense. That's enough for me." Talos nodded to her, and he smiled genuinely. He so needed to hear that from someone. "Thanks, Tatiana," he said softly. "I'm really glad we met." \- The following morning Talos, Casiama, and Sigismund stood in a half-circle around a sorceress clad in black holding a kitten in her arms. It was still early, yet the city of Villjord was already teeming with noises of horse-drawn cart and townspeople milling about their day. A cold sun shone down upon them behind a field of clouds. "Silvia! Good morning," Casiama greeted to the stone in her hand. Talos had decided it was best to bring the party together before venturing out to find the reavers of red-and-black. He'd already warned Silvia, Vex, and Markus yesterday that the sorceress was coming to teleport them to him. Tatiana was now moments away from teleporting to Dystval, a small Isbryggan town destroyed by the raiders a week ago. The journey out would be instantaneous, according to the sorceress, and the journey back would require two or three days of preparation. Talos was naturally curious of Tatiana's ability, and decided to keep the farcaster's communication open during the sorceresses port just to see if it were truly instantaneous. "Morning Cass! I'm all set over here," Silvia replied from a hundred miles away. "I'm just by the main hall in town." This may be the first time in centuries that both a farcaster and teleporter had been used in parallel, Talos mused. He smirked towards Tatiana, the girl almost-imperceptably shivering as she prepared herself. "Do you know of it?" he asked. Tatiana nodded in reply. "Yes. See you in a couple days, Talos," she whispered nervously. Tatiana extended a gloved hand, outstretching her fingers. She dreamt of a sandy shorline studded by wooden houses blackened by flame. "Okay, she's coming over," Casiama said excitedly with wide eyes. A bright flash of purple light emanated from Tatiana's being, slowly dancing away from her for a moment before being sucked back in hastily. Silvia replied within the instant. "She's here. Hi there, I'm Silvia," they heard her greet through the stone. Casiama beamed, glancing over to a grinning Talos. "Awesome," he uttered. "Great. See you soon, Silvia," Casiama grinned, terminating the farcaster's magic. "Oka-" Silvia almost said. \- Talos, Casiama, and Sigismund passed the next two days quietly. They perused the markets of Villjord, shops aplenty with a thousand thousand magical baubles that they'd never understand due to the langauge barrier. They drank the mead, feasted on fish and stew. But mostly, they waited. It was the second night since Tatiana's instantaneous journey to Dystval, and Talos and Casiama were in their private room at an inn near the large port of Villjord. Casiama laid contentedly on the pillows of the almost-comfortable bed, eyes cast unreadably towards the ceiling. Talos sat in a chair to her side, retrospectively gazing at a gold-and-sapphire circlet on the room's small table. It had been the prized possession of a girl he'd known once. A girl who had all the potential in the world, potential which had been cast asunder by Talos' failure as a father. Tears welled in his eyes, but he did not cry. "Gods I miss her," he croaked out after half an eternity. Casiama turned towards him, resting her head on her hands, but did not dare utter a word. "She really had a good soul, once. I don't think I'd ever thought of sunsets as more than a day's completion until I met her." Casiama smiled. But she dared not speak. She knew in her heart that Talos blamed not Rayya's actions for her demise, but instead only blamed the two souls currently in the room. Casiama thought it strange, as he was so strong in every other aspect of his person. "She had so much potential," Talos continued sadly. "One time, long ago, we were passing this... boy, honestly, who was signing up for the Imperial legion. I made an off-hand remark to Rayya that he was just one more soul for the slaughter, but I didn't pay it much attention." Talos paused, sighing once. "Rayya paid attention, though. She read the boy's thoughts, then convinced him in a matter of moments to reconsider. She reminded him of his father, his home, and his pet which was... some stupid duck, or something." Casiama laughed appropriately, but did not speak. Talos' eyes fell to hers. "I'm not sure what I would do if I lost you, too. I'd sooner die, I think." Casiama smiled. Talos needed a distraction, she knew. He was stronger than this. She brought a hand to her corset and ran her fingers slowly down her willowy, toned body, banishing all of her clothes in an instant. She remained on the bed expectantly. "You're better than that, honey," she said seriously, patting the mattress next to her. Talos shrugged. "Not now," he dismissed with a wave. Casiama rolled playfully on the bed towards him, ending up in the same position but far closer. "And the aetherium would dare not separate such a beautiful joining as ours, anyway," she added. "So why think of the impossible, Talos?" A smile. Casiama returned it, yet Talos remained silent. She decided to distract him further, eyes transfixed to his. "You know I told Tatiana you fancied her a couple days ago?" Casiama cooed sweetly. He chuckled. "Why in the world would you do something like that, Cass?" She giggled mischeviously. "I was just playing with her. She seemed so... scared, you know? I wanted to see how she reacted to it." Talos waited a moment before replying with a smirk. "And?" "She was positively *terrified.* Which tells me one thing," Casiama smiled. "Honey, she would likely be terrified of a rodent..." Casiama shook her head. "It *told me* that she felt the same thing I did when I looked into your eyes for the first time. Your... magical eyes, Talos," Casiama sighed, shivering delightedly. "They frighten me in all the best ways." "Cass, you're not making any sense," he smirked, finally leaving the table to join her on the bed. "Are you not afraid of me? Just a little?" she whimpered as his hands began to explore her trim waist. "All the best love is served with a bit of fear, probably." Talos thought back to when he first met Casiama, and nodded. He feared her just as he feared an enchantress to the south, and realized she was correct. "Yeah. Okay, maybe a little," he grinned, bringing his other hand to her smooth, toned thighs. The elf shivered at his touch, spreading her legs apart. Talos took it as an invitation, bringing a hand to her inner thigh. "Do you want her?" Casiama asked whimperingly. "Huh?" Talos parted her folds, brushing his fingertips against her wetness. The elf had been mentally preparing for this for a while, he thought. She was positively flooded already. "Tatiana. Do you want to fuck her?" Casiama moaned. He brushed against her clit. "No, Cass. I only need you," he said softly, bringing his lips against her cheek. Casiama squirmed when she felt his stubble brush against her soft skin. "I didn't ask if you *needed* her, Talos." Talos blew into her ear, tickling the elf with a jolt of excitement. "Hey!" she giggled as he began vibrating a fingertip against her button. "I only *want* you, Cass," he restated with a whisper next to her pointed ear, which stood just a bit straighter at the touch of wind. Casiama sighed as her lover worked her patiently, and shut her eyes. She responded after a minute of sweet pleasure. "What if I told you... I wanted you to want her?" she asked through a moan, reminded of her first dozen orgasms at the sight of him railing a voluptuous sorceress. Her knees arched upwards, and her legs clenched to keep Talos' hand where it was. "I'd call you crazy," he chuckled, rubbing her more intently as her moans intensified. "Then call me crazy, Talos! Call me mad!" she screamed through her orgasm, legs falling to the mattress contentedly. Talos slipped his hand from between her thighs, and gave her a silent moment of reflection that he figured she needed. Casiama instead rolled her face towards him and kissed him deeply on the lips. She spoke when their lips unlocked. "At least mull it over?" she asked as she panted, smiling sweetly. "The thought really gets me going." Talos smirked, standing from the bed to unclasp his belt buckle. He didn't want or need to think of such nonsense, and decided to let Casiama fantasize about someone else. "What of Alanna? We'll be seeing her soon," he asked, kneeling on the bed and parting Casiama's legs toned legs. Her eager pussy was dripping with enthusiasm at the mention of the enchantress, and the elf brought her fingers to her clit. "Mmm... even better, Talos," she replied through a moan, rubbing herself sensually. Talos crept towards her, placing his hands on her thighs. "Will you let me watch? Like before?" Casiama asked with eyes shut. Talos smirked. If only he had known of the princess's proclivities sooner. "I didn't *let* you watch, Cass," he chided, pushing the bell of his throbbing cock against her wetness. Casiama's hand sped up, and she soon slid her body down the bed to eagerly take his length. "I... uhn... I know. But that's why I conjured our tent back in the Borderlands. To let us all sleep together." *Good gods.* "Seriously? To watch?" he asked incredulously as he thrusted into her recklessly, the elf yelping in surprise. She opened her eyes again to meet his, and bit her lip as she nodded innocently. "Yes..." she admitted lustfully with a sigh. He was soon pounding into her aggressively, finding the idea strongly encouraging. "Yes, Talos. I dream of you ravaging her... and filling her fully... oh!" *Holy shit*. No man was capable of surviving such an onslaught. The elf squirmed and cried under him as he fucked her raw. "Um okay, Cass. I'll let you watch," he offered as he drove into her to the hilt, their bodies lewdly slapping together with intensity as he fucked her. Casiama soon found another peak, her hand falling away from her pussy as she laid back panting for air. "Yes! Yes! I want to... ah! I want to watch you fill her, Talos! Fill her with your seed!" *What the fuck is this?* Talos mused with a grin, incapable of keeping himself from erupting after only a minute. He drove into her, gripping her sides tightly as he filled her to the brim. \- Morning drew, and Kjartan stepped onto the bow of the *Mercy* for once unburdened by his wenches. His gaze traveled over the fire sorceress, who had since grown accustomed to her new life judging from the lack of noise she was producing. Her legs still quivered as they tried restlessly to stand within the confines of her pillory, and she was still squinting to get the sun out of her eyes. But she was accomodating as well she could, he figured. He gazed off of the *Mercy's* starboard side, the jutting stone pillars and large walls of Villjord coming into distant view this glorious morning. Kjartan would have dozens of other sorceresses to choose from shortly, if the assault on the city proved successful. The port district of the town appeared unwalled and unchained, which would make an ideal landing location. Only ten of Kjartan's smaller longboats were still sailing with the *Mercy,* the rest having been sent to plunder the remaining coastline of Villjord. Their strategy would need to be perfectly executed to ensure victory over the well-defended city of mages, a city already aware of his presence judging from the bells he could hear over the water. But Kjartan's pride demanded victory. \- Casiama awoke to the ringing of bells in the early morning. She turned towards her lover on instinct, finding Talos already standing beside the bed fixing his swordbelt. "What's going on?" she asked sleepily, wresting the covers from her body. She brought a hand to chest, summoning her winter clothing, pack, and weapons in a white flash. He shrugged, having just woken up not half a minute ago. "Fire, maybe?" The pair rushed downstairs, finding Sigismund waiting for them armed and ready. A subtle nod between him and Talos were all the discussion that was needed at the moment. They rushed outside to meet the morning noise. Talos scanned the port side street he found himself on. Soldiers in black-and-blue were already making way to the docks, manning fortifications that Talos hadn't noticed the day before. In a moment he realized why he hadn't, then noticed a blonde sorceress suddenly materializing a wooden tower with a stone base out of thin air. The fishing vessels just out of the port were already returning to the safety of the city, running from a threat Talos couldn't yet recognize. Most of the soldiers had their eyes set on the endless sea to their west. Talos immediately thought of the reavers, but found the idea of attacking a fortress city idiotic. They couldn't be that- Casiama tapped him on the shoulder, pointing to the horizon to draw his attention. "Ships, headed this way." "Sails?" he asked. "Black," she answered quickly. Talos gulped. Perhaps they were that reckless. His hand went to his sword instinctively. "A cross of red over them. One of the ships is... absurd. Massive." \- "Bring it about!" Sigurd screamed over the raucous noise of two-hundred oarsmen and sailors. "Flags! Hold position!" Kjartan watched trebuchets atop the city's towers launch hurried stones at his vessel from a half mile away, falling uselessly into the sea before the *Mercy*. Fortunate, that. Rather than scare the marauders away, the hasty shots allowed the *Mercy* to anchor just outside of their range. Kjartan planned to besiege the city before a strike, a rare decision for a reaver. But a reaver had never plundered such a glorious settlement, and had certainly never attacked a foe many times their own number. Over the Wanderer's many years, he'd learned several rules of an assault on a walled settlement, having razed several in his time. One, that a successful attack required the one attacking to have larger numbers than the defender. Storming occupied defenses with a band of screaming reavers is unlikely to work even on the best of days. Two, if you didn't have numbers, you would need to surprise your opponent instead with an overwhelming attack before they could prepare a defense. Unfortunately, his presence here today was not a surprise to Villjord, due to the city's impressive magically-enhanced warning system. So if both of those rules had failed, you brought a weapon that your opponents did not expect. An edge. "Bring it about!" Kjartan grinned, realizing he would finally get to see his secret weapon in action once more. He'd acquired it on a journey to the far west, purchasing them in massive quantity before setting the city that sold them to him alight. The people of Masakrai called them "Beehives*"*. A curious invention really, originally designed with entertainment purposes in mind, the weapon had since been used effectively by the Emperor of Masakrai in putting down mage revolts in the southern part of his empire. Kjartan watched his men wheel the weapons about atop the deck. It looked innocuous enough; a large table with a row of tubes mounted on top of it, tilted just above the horizon, with a line of rope hanging from each of the tubes. All one needed to do was set the rope alight with flame to transform each of the tubes into a noisy projectile that floated up to a mile away. On impact the missile would explode in a glorious purple fireball, causing damage to any ward or person that was within two-hundred feet from where it struck. Kjartan grinned with anticipation. \- Casiama saw the flames first. Then everyone heard the whistling. "What the..." The overcast skies and dark waters were instantaneously illuminated in a purplish hue as a dozen glowing strands of light raced towards the city from the massive ship. They let out a high-pitched and eerie whistle as they soared higher, a noise which was just as abrupty extinguished right before they reached the port district. The projectiles were carried by momentum the rest of the way to their target, massive eruptions of light emanating from where they struck. Then came the noise. Talos could feel it in his bones; a nascent, omnipresent hum that turned into a catastrophic blast of potential a moment later. "Let's back up a ways!" he tried shouting, grabbing Casiama and Sigismund by their sleeves. He pulled them away, the nearest impact landing not five-hundred feet from where they stood, annihilating the guard tower and pier it had landed on in a flash of deep purple flames. He noticed several sorceresses converging on the port from the city's interior, and he hoped they had a better plan than he. A quarter of the port was already aflame in hellish purples and reds when the next volley was launched from the coast. Casiama turned to watch the terror, pulled along by Talos as the trio fled towards an empty central market. Most of the town had already fled to the far side of the city or had barricaded themselves indoors, and only those willing to die this day had stayed. Casiama noticed a glimmering, transparent shade fall over most of the port, then saw what had caused it. A dozen sorceresses in blue held their hands skyward to cast the ward, a magic Casiama was familiar with. She gripped Talos' shoulder and tugged on it, beckoning him to watch. The second volley whistled and tore through the air, missiles spinning haphazardly towards the port. They soon fell silent, then tumbled into the city's magical shield. The massive ward suddenly became translucent, awash with purple flames flowing over the barrier. They heard a hum, then the crash. A massive amount of energy washed to the sides of the ward, but did not pierce it. "Talos, look!" "I noticed!" It was hard not to. Even its all its potential destruction, the purple explosions rippling across a magical glass may have been the most spectacular sight the man had ever seen. They still needed to retreat, and he pulled her arm again. The trio ran further into the city, Talos soon finding himself supporting his weight with a hand against a stone structure. "Cass, get on the caster and tell them not to come here!" Talos shouted. He could think of no counter to the alien weaponry and had already been contemplating retreat, as the city guard were likely thinking as well. "But that's them! You wanted to stop this!" she cried, already opening her pack to fetch the stone. "I don't know how!" he admitted. "Do it!" Casiama nodded, her thin eyes darting away from him. Another wailing set of whistles emerged from the coast behind the building they were situated against. Three moments later the sky flashed, a bright white shield warping blue then purple as the missiles struck their target. "Vex! Hi!" Casiama shouted into the farcaster. "Don't come to Villjord!" \>\> Vex, Markus, and Silvia sat naked underneath their shared sleeping bag from the previous night, having been woken by Casiama's plea from a hundred miles away. "What do you mean 'don't come', Cass?" Vex asked nasally. The elf didn't respond immediately. "We're, uh! The city is under attack! Its... it's crazy Vex!" Casiama exclaimed, the excitement in the elf's words far outweighing the exasperation. "What do you mean? What's going on? Who's attacking?" Another long pause. Casiama's voice came through garbled, as if irritated by the coarsest grains of sand. "The reavers!" Casiama answered three seconds later. "And well, you'd really have to see it to believe me! I can't explain it!" Vex paused, glancing nervously at Silvia and Markus. "Can you try?" she asked coolly. "Uhm... imagine a dozen arrows, but they're on fire-" Casiama halted abruptly, continuing her failed explanation four seconds later. "They're afire with purple flames, and noise! And then they make more fire! And more noise! Like a... '*whoooom*'." Silvia shook her head, still gazing at Vex. "I've no idea," she whispered. Vex agreed, but didn't share it. Markus shot up from the covers between the girls. "I want to see," he said enthusiastically, grinning. Two elbows flanking him shoved him back towards the ground. "No heroics Cass," Vex said calmly. "We're on our way." "Wait, what?! Talos said he didn-" Vex pushed a bit of magic into her stone, terminating the transmission before Casiama could finish. She smirked. "Been waiting to do that, huh?" Silvia giggled. \<\< Casiama held the dormant farcaster in her hand, furrowing her brow. "Well that was rude of her," she said to herself as another ball of flame smashed against the magical ward over the city. \- Kjartan's siege of Villjord lasted the better part of two hours, yet he had no luck in piercing the ward over the port district of that city of mages. He instead turned his attention towards the walls and towers of the city, his beehives doing little damage to the foritifications themselves. Many missiles spun uselessly over the walls, whistling futiley as they crashed into the city beyond. Much of the city was soon alight with a dark purple glow, which pleased him all the same. The explosions had set off several large fires, which was undoubtably frightening the doomed peoples of Villjord. Once his stores of the rockets had been depleted, the Wanderer gave the order to his four longboats to assault the city at midday, his roar declaring that Villjord would only receive mercy through their blood. **\-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-** **Freedom Part 8: Assault** **\-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-** An eerie silence overcame Villjord that morning. The city was alight in purples and reds, stone structures collapsing here and there when their wooden supports had lost their strength. Many citizens were just now recuperating what was left of their hearing after the beehive attacks against Villjord. Three of those people were sitting on the blackened steps of the great pyramid in the center of the city, waiting for a portal they knew would soon be placed right atop them. Casiama held a hand against her pointed ear, pushing against it in a vain effort to battle the ringing within it. She would have fared worst of all, having far better senses than a human, but with no way to disable it when that sensitive hearing became a problem. Her mouth was opened wide and her jaw was twitching back and forth, fishing to relieve the pressure. Sigismund sat silently with his arms crossed, but briefly mused that perhaps humanity wouldn't be so doomed in a future war against the elves after all. A couple of those purple arrows would be all that they would need to ensure victory in a pitched battle. He glanced away from Casiama, inspecting the newest column of spearmen marching past them towards the docks. "What in all the hells are they thinking, Sigi?" Talos asked incredulously. "I've counted four-hundred spears and two dozen sorceresses already. They have to be mad to raid here." Sigismund shrugged, finding it hard to believe himself. "They *are* mad, Talos. Reavers only know of one thing, and they'll end themselves for one more taste of victory." Sigismund looked over Casiama, who was still holding her ears with her hands and emitting quite the piercing sound in an attempt to remedy her hearing. He glanced towards Talos, and the men shared a most unexpected smirk over the elf's unfunny fate. Even the most accepting humans were still a little bit racist against elves, after all. "Well, we shouldn't be needed to hold the port, at least," Talos said gruffly. "No way they're making it through those spears. Did you see any other landing spots?" Sigismund shook his head, not answering the question aloud. Talos grunted in the affirmative. The pair had likely performed that same non-verbal communication a hundred times in the past. "Me neither," Talos said anyway. Distant, eerie horns sounded from the direction of the port district, followed by the bellowing of several trumpets. It wasn't hard to guess that battle would soon be joined between the reavers of black-and-red and the spearmen of black-and-blue, but Talos had to remain here to await his compatriots. Fortunately, two minutes after the thought crossed his mind did a purple oval appear before him. It hung weightlessly in the air for only an instant before his four friends appeared in front of him, swords and magics at the ready. Talos stood, greeting them with a moderately-warm smirk. He let his piercing gaze bore into Vex for a moment. "I told you not to come," he uttered as seriously as he could under current circumstances. In all honestly, Talos was infinitely pleased the party of seven were together once again. If battle *did* spill into the streets, he could use three additional sorceresses and another sword. Not to mention this might be the last time they would see one another. Markus strode towards him with his arms outstreched. "Did I miss the fire show?" he asked boorishly, grinning towards Talos. Talos nodded. "Ended an hour ago," he answered succinctly. His gaze bounced over each of the new arrivals, settling on Tatiana's nervous pout. Talos still was astounded that such an adorable sorceress had been capable of shutting down an entire reaving party on her own. He pointed westward towards the port, the horns continuing to sound far off in the distance. Talos decided to lay out his battle plan for all present. "Those horns signal the reaver's impending assault. Sigi and I counted a good hundred and four spearmen heading that way, and at least two dozen sorceresses. I doubt the raiders have half those numbers, but I'll want us to position ourselves behind the Villjordians as a sort of fallback line. Prevent any stray reavers from breaking through the shield wall and escaping into town." Nods from the group. No questions yet. Talos glanced towards Sigismund, than Markus. "We have three good swords, which will allow us to handle a decent amount on our own," he explained hurriedly, then nodded towards Casiama, still pressing a hand against her ear. "Cass will provide support for anyone who needs it. She will kill her target from eighty yards, so, providing she can find a decent firing position, she can cover all of us. Silvia can stay behind with her, coming forward to restore or ward if needed." He looked to Vex next. "Vex, what can you offer us?" The sorceress bit her lip nervously, then shrugged. "I didn't have time to prepare anything, Talos. A half-dozen Fire Runes and a couple Thunder Bea-" "No!" Casiama shouted, then cleared her throat. Her voice didn't calm after the cough, Talos figuring she was still hard of hearing. "Sorry! No Thunder Beads!" Vex rolled her eyes. "Fine. Six Fire Runes, Talos," she sneered. "That'll have to do," he replied gruffly, nodding towards Tatiana. She had a hand on her chest, and her brows were risen high in fright. "Tatiana?" "Um... um... I can conjure..." she glanced away from him nervously, unable to keep eye contact. She finished her statement with her gaze fixed on the black pyramid behind Talos. "I can conjure a trio of able warriors to assist you in combat. Yes. That would be the best I could do," she explained breathlessly. Talos nodded in a wordless affirmative, glancing towards the port district. He couldn't hear any clear sounds of combat just yet, and knew he couldn't ask Casiama for confirmation at the moment. He decided on making a halfway-inspiring speech for his troops, but knew they deserved better than he could give. It had been quite a few years since Talos had made his last one. His gaze bounced over all souls present as he spoke calmly. "Alright. Look, this isn't a mercenary company. I'm not going to tell any of you that there's glory or honor to be had by helping me here today. I also won't think less of anyone if they decide to stay back. But... if good things happen to those who do good in this world, I promise we'll all receive our just rewards for our actions here today. No, we're not getting paid to do it. We're doing it because it's right, and because each and every one of us are damned capable of doing so." Talos started to pace about as he spoke. He didn't have to think of what he said next. "When I look upon you all, I don't see mages or warriors. I just see my friends. I just see... good people, doing the right thing because we don't know anything else. Our hearts won't let us settle for a bad end if we could will something better in it's place, and that's what makes each and every one of us great. That's what makes us superior to those who would will pain and misery unto the world. And no matter how long I've known you, or how short, I know within my heart that you're all truly great people." Talos sighed, shaking his head as his sight fell to the street he strode upon. His words grew softer, and many of his comrades were leaning towards him to listen. No one dared interrupt. "Protect yourselves. Protect one another. But most of all, let's protect these people. Let's show Isbrygga that there *are* some Imperial souls who give a damn about doing the right thing, only because it is. And... thank you," Talos smiled,"thank you for being here with me today. Even if I told you not to be." Talos found the courage to look up at that point, spying a rare tear in Vex's eye. His party was silent, nervous, and all eyes were on him. Did they expect him to have more to say? Talos couldn't think of anything... "Hear hear," Sigismund finally said, filling the void. He placed a mailed glove on Talos' shoulder, calming the veteran of a hundred battles with his presence. "Let's show those bastards what hell really is." "Fuck yeah," Markus agreed, flexing his arms in show. Casiama giggled, and Talos might have actually spied a smile on Tatiana's incessantly-pouting lips before she actually parted them to speak. "I'm with you, Talos," the sorceress in black declared confidently, "even though I've only known you for a short while, I'm with you." \- The party of seven rushed towards the port of Villjord as the longboats of black-and-red came ashore. Almost a dozen longboats in all, holding twenty screaming reavers a piece nestled betwixt the larger merchant's vessels of the city. The massive ward was still raised over the port, but a magical ward would never prevent one from passing through it. Wards were primarily useful for defeating magic, or deflecting incoming missiles. So, the spearmen of Villjord prepared for combat. They held fast in a wide shield wall, between the port in front of them and the city behind. The port itself was surrounded by tall three-story stone buildings, forming a make-shift barrier where the tall walls of the city weren't present. Talos scanned the area hastily, looking for any additional vectors the reavers could abuse to penetrate the city proper. Arrow fire from hastily constructed towers rained down upon the reavers as they charged the shield wall, every one of the axemen screaming a single statement in the Isbryggan tongue as they attacked. Talos knew the spears would hold. He'd seen the same play out dozens of times in the past. Shards of ice rained down on the attacking raiders as the lines clashed violently, summoned by a dozen sorceresses in black-and-blue standing behind the lines of men. Talos' heart skipped a beat when he found his fear. A small alleyway was present to the right of the clashing lines, only protected by a dozen spearmen. He pointed towards it for Sigismund's sake, the veteran nodding coldly as he saw it. "Let's go!" Talos shouted, running for the far side of the alley. Those dozen men would not hold once the reavers were aware of the avenue, and Talos wanted to ensure none would enter the city. He bounded around a large stone building, supporting himself against it with a hand. Before him was a wide stone street, nestled between large stone buildings. The alleyway would run off into this street, and from here an attacker could possibly penetrate half the city before they were accosted by further defenders. Talos pointed his middle and forefingers at Silvia and Casiama, then pointed at the ground he was at. A common order for them to remain where they were now. He drew his sword as he stepped down the avenue with the remainder of his party, scanning the buildings to his left for the exit point of that damned alleyway. That's when he heard it; the clash of steel on steel ringing between two of the buildings, the unmistakable sound of men screaming as all they knew was torn asunder in an instant. Talos picked up his pace, them stumbled on his feet as the world crashed down around him. A massive magical explosion tore into the stone building on his left, sending all manner of debris flying across the alleyway as it crumbled unto dust. He glanced around, then picked Tatiana up from the floor as the ringing pierced him wholly. He nodded to the sorceress as she made her way back to her feet, a look of utter shock on her face as she pointed behind him. Almost fifty of the reavers had torn off from the main host, screaming as they charged towards the new opening in the make-shift wall of the port. Somehow the ward had been lowered, and one of those hellish missiles had hit its mark. Talos, Sigismund, and Markus held their blades at the ready for the impending charge. Talos and Sigismund were without shield, and would be forced to counterattack prior to lines being met. Yet, Talos kept it in the back of his mind that Casiama was behind him, somewhere, and he had to remain in the wide avenue to receive her support here. Tatiana outstreched a hand, holding up four fingers before waving a quick symbol in the air in front of her, then made an 'X' through that. Three firey, oval portals of red were conjured in front of her, a void of green suspended in mid-air between those ovals. She had summoned three humanoid demons from the fourth circle of the *Omega* domain, named *Rork, Snork,* and *Gork.* It had been easy for Tatiana to name these ones, as the demons uttered no words but those when they strode upon the mortal realm. The three demons were thick-set, wearing nothing on their pink bodies except for a moderate loincloth and bronze greaves. They held bronze swords and bronze shields at the ready, and their pig-like faces turned towards the sorceress in black upon being summoned. She hastily pointed at the advancing reavers, who had now slain the remaining spearmen guarding the alleyway. The three demons were drawn towards her command, only uttering their names in reply. They held their shields up to prepare for combat. Tatiana put a gloved hand on Talos' shoulder, bringing her mouth to his ear. "That's all I have! I'll return to Cass!" she exclaimed thinly as stone fell on stone around them. "Okay!" Talos shouted in reply, nodding roughly in that direction. He stepped around his allied shield wall of three, appreciating Tatiana's skills at that moment. Those gleaming bronze shields would draw much of the reaver's attention, he knew. He glanced towards Casiama down the avenue, finding that she had her bow drawn and aim fixed at the gaping hole in the make-shift wall. Talos tapped Sigismund's shoulder, nodding behind him in a silent order to retreat behind the three bronze-clad demons. If they would be required to counterattack, he would only do so after lines had met. Talos didn't spy Vex tossing a pair of her Fire Runes into the air, then will a gust of wind to send them flying at the advancing reavers. He did see the firey explosions those small stones caused, though, burning several alive as the remaining four dozen advanced with a defiant roar. Axe soon met the four rounded shields of Talos' wall with a thundrous clash, several reavers being tossed over those barriers by some clearly-capable demons. Talos thrust his sword through the neck of one lying on the ground, then strode right around the barrier as Sigismund went left. Adrenaline filled his veins as he charged the first reaver, his sword singing as it slashed cleanly through axe and cuirass to tear a man's guts from his chest. The contact surprised Talos so much that he brought a foot to kick the reaver off of his sword unnecessarily; the sword was already free, and the man had slumped dead. Talos pirouetted towards the next, slicing through torso and spine with a deft, singing cut. Adrenaline fueled him so fully that he didn't notice one reaver falling every three seconds from fifty yards away, arrows embedded straight through their necks. Casiama conjured a nocked arrow onto her bow after each fatally-accurate shot; she never carried a quiver, after all. She fired, instantly drew her bowstring, then fired again after a quick readjustment every three seconds of that battle, naturally aiming for those charging towards Talos first. And charge after Talos they did. The swordsman had found the battle far too easy, far too simple now that he had this singing sword of woe. The sapphire pommel of Dawnbringer glowed a furious white as each reaver was torn asunder. The enchanted blade tore through air, muscle, bone, and armor alike. Simply. Further blasts of fire magic erupted in front of him, sending reavers flying through the air from the explosions. Talos didn't notice Vex step away as he side-stepped an incoming attack unnecessarily; he brought Dawnbringer to the downward-swinging axe, the enemy's steel being shattered upon impact. Talos thrust his sword through the reaver's neck an instant later, then strode towards the next. He kept himself positioned in front of Markus to protect him, allowing the man with sword and shield to pick off any reavers who got around him. He knew Sigismund could fend for himself. Another massive blast of purple fire erupted to his left, the explosion ringing through his ears once again just as a reaver fell in front of him with an arrow in his neck. Talos glanced towards it just long enough to notice another structure collapsing into the street. "Sigi!" he cried, dancing through the doomed men before him with . Sigismund glanced his way as he too fought off another, and Talos nodded towards the new attack vector. The old veteran made his way from combat to guard the new flank. Talos wished Tatiana was here to command her trio of demons forward. The reavers were already becoming hesitant to come forward themselves; whenever one did, an arrow somewhat-magically appeared in their neck, and they died. If the arrow somehow didn't appear, they were struck down by a glowing sword a moment later. Talos forced Casiama to shift her attention towards the new flank as he strode forward into the alleyway of dying men. He didn't notice the three demons advancing with him. Only twenty reavers remained in front of him. Talos smirked as he stepped between the burning husks of the buildings around him, and over the corpses of reavers and spearmen alike. The enemy before him were already pushing one another backwards at the sight of him. One finally found the courage to attack, finding no way backwards, only to be brought into the air by a deft horizontal strike followed by a haste stab into his neck before he had reached the ground. *Too slow,* Talos thought. Two more charged the smirking swordsman as he advanced. Talos didn't bother dodging their attacks any more, and merely crouched to swing horizontally to sever two pairs of legs from two men. Dawnbringer was slammed into the skull of one, as Talos' boot was brought onto the other with a sickening crunch. *Unfortunate,* Talos mused. The reavers before him were in a full panic now, some even dropping their weapons as they pleaded of their comrades to flee. The grinning swordsman decided to repurpose the reaver's warcry as he stepped towards them. "Mercy through blood!" the swordsman shouted, not knowing what the words meant whatsoever as his sword sang a bloody song through another neck. Talos was clear of the alley, now, as were the reavers. All dropped their weapons and fled back towards their boats docked at the port. How Talos hadn't realized the power of his new sword until this day, he would never know. Too much adrenaline coursed through his veins to realize this was the first time he had drawn it in anger. He gazed out over the port district, alight with flames all around. Several buildings were collapsing on the far side, as well, and there were at least two hundred bodies on the floor where the spear wall had taken up residence. Yet, the men of black-and-blue had held fast, and the screaming axemen of black-and-red were in a full-on retreat. Talos didn't sheathe his bloodied blade as he walked back through the alleyway. Tatiana's three demons collapsed into piles of ash as he passed them, the off-worlders clearly determining that their jobs here were now done. Markus didn't greet Talos as he passed him by. His mouth had only been left agape, and he straighted up a bit when the man with the glowing sword glanced at him with cold and piercing eyes. Talos had found the battle far too simple so far. He strode down the avenue to look for Casiama first, to ensure she was okay. He didn't smile when he found the elf running towards him, but he did feel relief. Talos found her ears perked up and scanning their surroundings for additional reavers. She wouldn't find any. "We need to press the attack. Is everyone else ready?" Talos asked her callously. She parted her lips to speak, but only produced a grimace as she looked him over. Talos wondered why she was so frightened of him at the moment. Casiama found the courage to take his hand in hers, guiding him down the cobblestone avenue towards the latest collapsed house. She released him when they arrived, failing to hide a sniffle when she did. He scanned the area. The bodies of a dozen reavers were laid out in the street, surrounded by blood and guts alike. The house that had been here but a half-hour ago was now in flame and in ruin, and there was a man Talos knew laying just before it... "Sigi!" he yelled deeply, rushing over to that lifeless body. He knelt beside him, finding an axe deep within his chest. Talos ripped it out without thinking, Sigismund producing a gasping breath when he did. His eyes were shut, and would not open. "Cass, get Silvia!" Talos roared, taking his friend's hand in his. Casiama didn't move. "Talos... she's..." the princess whimpered, finally succumbing to her tears as her free hand met her mouth. Talos swiveled his gaze towards her, finding naught but distress. "No..." Talos knew how stupid he had been at that moment. Battle came naturally to him, for one reason or another, but he knew then that he should have never called his friends with him. He didn't know whether to stay beside Sigismund as he gasped his final breaths, find the remainder of his cohort, comfort Casiama, or... weep. He settled on the latter as he leaned over Sigismund's body.

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Title: 34 Minutes Ch. 05 Tags: drama Nicole stared from behind her oversized Chanel sunglasses across the table at Tony. He was talking, but her mind was somewhere else. It always happened like this with them. Tony would cheat, Nicole would go ghost on him, and he would come back running, and crying with promises that he was changed. And usually, Nicole would be waiting for that call. But a few hours ago, when the call from Tony came inviting her to breakfast, she was on Justin was on top of her, making love to her like Tony never ever had. And right now, all she could think about was the way it felt when he kissed her neck, and the things he whispered as she came. "Baby?" She looked back towards Tony. "What?" "I was asking you if you liked the earrings?" His sad eyes moved to the box that was still on the table. The green onyx Tacori earrings that he had forgotten to get her for her birthday; the gift that he had brought her today as an apology. "Yeah, I like them. You know I've wanted them forever." He nodded. "Yeah baby, I looked all over the city for them." The proud smile he had on his face made her sick. Like really? Buying affection? Though it probably would have worked before, things were a little different this time. "Baby, I'm really sorry about the whole Justin thing." Hearing his name made her blush, but she was suddenly more interested. "What do you mean?" "I had him stay over there last night... Just to—you know, make sure you were being 100 with me." He rubbed a hand over his head. "I know I get crazy sometimes, but I was fucking sick when I couldn't talk to you... you know I start thinking all this crazy shit... I'm sorry." Nicole smiled. She lied, "Oh... so that's why all of a sudden he was so friendly." Nicole looked down at the earrings and back up at Tony. His hazel eyes were pleading, and seemingly sincere. And they almost made it easy to forget that he had been balls deep in another bitch a few hours ago. "Why should I even keep fucking with you, Tony?" He looked confused. "What do you mean?" He really seemed to be caught off guard by her question. "You know how much we love each other, babe." He reached across the table. "You know how much I need you." "Do you, though?" Nicole was really struggling not to slap him. She couldn't let him know how much she really knew about what he was doing to her, thanks to Justin. Usually, she was completely in the dark, and a few sweet words were all she needed to hear. "Of course I do, baby." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips. "I can't do shit without you. You see how crazy I am about you... having Justin check on you... you're all I care about." Nicole started to rebut every word he had just said, "Tony—" "Baby, look." Tony's face changed. He looked down, and around at the other tables at Brio. "I'm going to do something different right now. I'm going to keep it 100 with you." Nicole made a face. Honesty? This was new. "I'm listening." \---------------- When Justin woke up the next morning, he was a little blown when he realized that Nicole wasn't there. He had spent the entire night trying to make up for their less than romantic first time. He made love to her more times than he could remember, slow and deliberately, so that he made sure he delivered on the promise he had made before. The way that she had been moaning, scratching, and begging for him... he definitely didn't think that after last night he was going to wake up alone. And when he checked his phone, he never thought that after last night, he would have a text in his inbox from Nicole that read, "Meeting Tony for breakfast. Hmu later?" He stared down at his phone, not entirely sure how to feel. \---------------- "Say something." Nicole stared across the table at Tony. Over the last few minutes, he had not only divulged the fact that he was cheating on her but with more than one person. "What the fuck am I supposed to say, Tony?" He shrugged and sat back in his chair. "I'm telling you the truth because I want to change. I don't want you to hear this shit from someone else. So it's up to you whether you want to accept this change or not." Nicole definitely hadn't been expecting this. And she didn't like the way she felt. She had already known about both girls, but never in a million years did she think Tony would admit to anything. She didn't like that she actually felt herself wanting to accept his apology. "How do I know your really changing?"She crossed her arms. "You always say the same shit." "But have I ever admitted to anything?" Tony moved to pull his phone out of his pocket. Then slid it in front of her. "Look, I even text Courtney this morning asking about those earrings." He reached over and tapped the screen. "In fact, go through that shit if you want. I'm done hiding shit from you." Nicole was kind of confused, honestly. Part of her felt like this whole thing was more than sketchy. And oddly timed. For the first time in her life, she actually paid Tony back for the bullshit he did to her... and suddenly he wanted to turn over a new leaf? "Baby, even I'm starting to realize what a piece of shit I am. You have to be able to see a change right now." He reached across the table and put his hand out. Nicole felt guilty as shit. She sighed deeply and slowly put her hand in his. There was something endearing about the smile that spread over his face, but Nicole still had reservations. Mostly because this was not a part of her plan. Last night with Justin was a part of it. A few more times with Justin was a part of it. Getting back together with Tony was not. She knew that Justin was probably going to think she was an idiot. \- Justin had decided not to hang around and wait for Nicole to get back from her reunion with Tony. He wasn't sure how he felt, but he knew he wasn't OK with it. It's not like he thought that Nicole was going to leave Tony for him after one night. He didn't even want her to. He didn't want any of the issues that came along with a girlfriend right now. Especially a girlfriend that used to be his best friends. But he thought that he would at least get a few more nights of "Fuck Tony" out of her. That had been her mantra all night and morning, after all. But now? She hadn't even bothered to give him the text back when he asked if she was OK. "She can have him," he mumbled to himself. Justin looked down at his phone a final time, then tossed it to the other end of the couch. He sighed and sat back and picked up the remote. A few hours of mindless reality TV would help him get over this letdown. But, before he could even see what the Real Hip Hop Wives of wherever were up to, there was a knock at his door. He sat for a second, partially wondering how the hell they got up without ringing his phone and partially hoping whoever it was would go away. "Justin... it's Nicole." Justin hated how quickly he jumped up when he heard her voice. Hated himself more for how much he wanted to smile when he opened the door and saw her. But he didn't. He kept a straight face. "Oh, hey." He opened the door for her and walked back towards the couch and took a seat. Nicole closed the door behind her and slowly walked in, taking a seat beside him. "I'm sorry I didn't text you back." Justin shrugged and kept his eyes on the screen. "It's cool." He looked towards her briefly and caught a glimpse of how worried she looked. "I was really just checking to make sure shit was coo with Tony." Nicole sighed audibly. "I mean, as cool as it can be." She shifted towards him and pulled her legs up onto the sofa. "He apologized, and admitted a bunch of stuff to me." Justin looked over at her. "And I bet you took him back?" \---------------- Nicole was already nervous about going to see Justin. And the icy cold front he had been trying to put on since she walked in wasn't doing shit to make her feel better. In the car on the way her she had gone back and forth in her head. On one hand, last night has been crazy and perfect. And she had gotten way more than she bargained for. And she definitely wanted more. Last night had made her forget why she even needed someone like Tony in her life. But on the other hand, last night was just sex. It wasn't a promise of love or a relationship, and it wasn't a replacement for what she got from Tony. It was just one night... one mind-blowing and unforgettable night, but still just one night. She and Tony had years. Fucked up years, but years. And who the fuck was Justin to think he could change that? Or have the right to be mad at her for taking him back? So, when she told Justin about Tony's admissions, the last thing she wanted to hear was criticism. "And I bet you took him back?" He wasn't frowning or grimacing when he said this. Even worse, his face was blank. Nicole's eyes narrowed. "And if I did? What's your deal?" She watched him stand up and cross the room to his kitchen. He silently opened and grabbed a bottle of water. He drank slowly, and pensively. Justin finally turned towards her. "Nicole, why do girls like you put yourself through this shit?" "Girls like me? What the fuck does that mean?" He threw his hands up. "Girls who deserve everything! Nicole, real shit, you're fine as fuck. You have all your shit together... you're fucking smart, accomplished... everything that dudes look for in a wife... but you're still settling for this weak ass bullshit?" Nicole was almost taken aback. She had been ready to be offended. But didn't know how to respond to his angry barrage of... compliments? "Justin, what the fuck kind of person would I be if I didn't give Tony a chance?" Justin laughed. "A smart one, Nicole." He ran a hand through his hair, obviously irritated. He walked back over to the couch and sat beside her. "Nicole... look. Last night..." "—We don't have to talk about that." Nicole stopped him immediately, trying not to blush. "Yes, we do." Justin shook his head. "Last night, if anything, was an opportunity for you to be on some different shit. Whether you enjoyed yourself or not, whether you want to do it again or not... last night was about you, and what you wanted to do... right?" \---------------- Justin felt like it took Nicole a fucking eternity to respond to his question. But she nodded slowly. He was beyond frustrated at this point, but he guessed Nicole was one of those people who needed their hands held through a reality check. "... so if last night made you happy, that's all that fucking matters. Tony doesn't. And he hasn't in a while. When are you going to stop counting on this man and move on to finding a situation that makes you happy all the time and not just when shit is good? Nicole looked directly at him and smiled. She raked a hand through her dark hair and sighed. "Justin. I agree with what you're saying. Really." "But?" "I been fucking with Tony for a minute. And I know that there is love between us. I would ultimately regret it if I didn't give him a chance when he's willing to change." Justin shook his head but had to laugh. "I can't fucking believe this." Nicole stood suddenly. "I'm gonna go Justin. I don't think we are going to agree on shit right now." She picked up her purse and walked to the door and Justin stood and followed her. He grabbed her hand as she turned the doorknob. He pulled her towards him and embraced her, capturing her in a kiss before she had an opportunity to say anything. Justin pressed her up against the door and let his tongue and lips try to communicate what wasn't coming through with his words. She kissed him back, and he felt her hand on the back of his neck pulling him in deeper. Her other hand was over his, pushing its way up her side, encouraging him to touch the skin beneath her t-shirt. Justin started to pull her back towards the living room when she suddenly pushed hard against his chest. She was breathing hard, lips swollen, and backing herself towards the door. And without a word, she turned and left him, standing alone in his condo.

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Title: 10,000 Strokes Tags: japan, cat, love, curse Sometimes, when I let my guard down, it seems so very much like he would be the one that I would surely cry if I could. Fortunately, I do not often let my guard down, but on those rare occasions, I am grateful for the moments when my memory fades. Usually, I try to resist the nature of my physical form, but then the headache begins, and eventually I release to escape the pain. However, when my guard is down, and I am wrought with emotion, I freely allow the creature to envelope my true self. With that state being very much like a sleep, I always "wake up" feeling refreshed. Upon that special awakening, I slowly regain my memories, or at least most of them, and then I can continue in my ancient objective. Actually, most of the time, there is very little I can do in my form, especially when he is awake at work or shopping. To my great fortune, that is typically all that keeps him from me. The interesting thing that I have noticed is that it has become that more often than not, the times I am receiving his affections, I'm not even thinking about how they might ultimately benefit me. One day, while he was at work, and I was in my own mind, I found myself wanting him home simply for who he was. That realization was the very first time I had ever began to have truly sincere feelings for one of those whom I had always otherwise thought of as merely candidates. My emotions were then compounded by the prospect that perhaps it was that very thing that made all the previous candidates failures. With any luck, since this is something that I have thought about many times, I am less likely to lose control, because losing that emotional control only encouraged the creature to envelope me. While the escape was a blessing, it also left me with less time. I had quickly learned over the centuries to apply good timing to changes. A lesser intensity of thought or emotion allows for more time as my true self, therefore I must keep measure of my thoughts, in order to help ensure that I am myself as much as I can, while he is home. In the past, it had always helped also in order to simply keep myself alive. I possess no knowledge of, nor control over, the creature's actions, and the dangers outside have always been varied and plentiful. It is always a blessing when I am able to stay indoors so that I can more easily arrange my awakenings, in as much as they can be arranged. When I need to encourage a quicker change, I often either learn new things, when the opportunity arises, or I do as I am now, and simply ponder my existence, in hopes of obtaining an even greater understanding of what I am. I was brought into the United States shortly before the invention of the television: a most wonderful invention. Through the years, and especially now, it helped me greatly in learning new things. Earlier on, my learning was limited by the fact that a television was not on very much. As years passed, people would watch their television more often, but I was still limited by my changes, and by the times there was no one present to turn the television on. I have grown to greatly appreciate this digital age where a television can be easily turned on and off by the pressing of a button. In his house, I can turn on the television myself, even while he is away, and changing the channels is an equally simple task. It is in this house that I have, as good as, mastered the English language. Well, that is to say that I can easily understand it, though I am confidant that I could clearly speak it, should I ever regain the ability to speak. Less productive, though, is my use of his computer and the Internet. On occasion, he leaves it on while he is at work, and sometimes I try to use it, but it takes a far greater degree of thought and effort for me, as its use is far more complex than pushing a single button. I can accomplish very little before the headache begins, and then I have to go through the trouble of returning the computer to the state in which he had left it. Although, it was rather amusing, the one time I ran out of time, and he eventually came home to find a page open. I had awakened moments before he returned, but I had forgotten what I had done. He discovered the page, and was quite dumbfounded. After a while, he came to the casual conclusion that I had somehow done it. "Aren't you the clever one," he had said; on more than a few occasions, actually, though for different reasons. It seems that it is indeed he who is the clever one. Though he did not take himself too seriously in that instance, it had been only one of various occasions where his seemingly lofty conclusions had actually been truths surrounding me. It is just more fuel to the fire of suspicion that he is the one I had been seeking for so many centuries. It seems so much like he is aware that I am something more. It is almost as if he can sense my humanity hidden within this form. Many different people have treated me many different ways, but it is with him that I feel the most human. There was even one time, for the all too briefest of moments, that I actually forgot that I was not human. It was at night, and he had just lain down to sleep. I moved carefully across his mattress and came to rest beside him. It had been day when I had kept my thoughts subtle, so that I might maintain myself longer with him. We had been watching television while he caressed me gently for hours, never seeming to tire, except for having to stop for a few seconds to flex or shake his hand. Even though it had become something of a burden on him, he continued simply because he knew it enjoyed it. That had moved me so much that I wanted to remain in his presence, even if I would not be feeling his fingers on me. I laid my head near his and watched him in the dark. He was sleeping on his stomach, as he often does, and when his steady, shallow breathing was broken by a single deeper breath, is eyes opened slightly, for only an instant, he voiced some short, quiet, half-conscious noise, then moved his hand a few inches towards me until the side of his smallest finger was pressing against me. That finger moved slightly up then down one time, and though I cannot be entirely certain whether it was a mindless twitch or something intentional, I did feel in my heart that some part of him knew exactly what he was doing. In that moment, I had forgotten everything that I was, but only in the best way. In that moment, I was a woman lying in bed next to a man whom I cared about more deeply than I had anyone else. I had quickly fallen asleep, and for the first time in so very many years, I had a dream that I could actually remember upon my own special awakening. I was back in Japan, in an open, lush meadow, with only a few small flowers, just outside my home village of Kuchikawa. The river ran out of a thick forest and passed by some steps away. The forest was dark, and I felt a sense of foreboding, but I was not worried. For some odd reason, there was a mountain towering behind the forest, whereas, in real life, there was no mountain in the area. I looked to my side, and there I saw my father walking away from me, towards the forest. The grass seemed to grow thicker in front of him, as if to prevent him from moving forward, yet he paid it no mind, and just stomped on through. As my father grew closer to the edge of the woods, I saw another man coming out of them. That man, whose identity I still do not recall, stopped and then looked back into the forest. He waved his hand, as if to beckon someone out, but he was confused, because though he wanted to speak, he did not know what to say. I wanted to help him, but I could not speak or walk. I raised my hands over my head and waved them wildly, and though he did look over his shoulder to me for a second, he did not pay me any mind. I tried to walk, but only tripped and fell to my hands and knees. With great effort, I was able to crawl, but it was very difficult and tiring. I pounded the ground with my hand, in one last attempt to get the man's attention. I pounded harder, until my hand hurt, but my efforts were in vain. I grew very weary, and was forced to lie down in the grass. I lay there, completely unable to move on my own. I heard and felt my heart pounding and my breathing heavy from exhaustion, and then I sank into a deep sleep. Despite everything that had happened within the dream, I did not get a bad feeling from it. My head is beginning to hurt. It is not noon yet. I guess I allowed my thinking to become more intense than I had planned. I'll just rest a while. \=============== He closed the front door, and then headed straight to the fridge for a glass of fruit juice. He glanced down at his cat as it ate some food from its bowl. The cat was a female, but he never really thought of animals as being of any particular gender. It was not of much consequence to him; though he did acknowledge the possibility that the cat being female may have been part of the reason he allowed it to stay, not to mention that it had a beautiful coat of black fur. He would have knelt down to give it a quick scratch on the head and chin if it had not been eating at the time. It seemed to him that most carnivorous creatures would prefer to be left alone while eating, unless they were really domesticated. That particular carnivore seemed to range from apathetic, to displeased on the matter, so he extended the courtesy anyway. He and the animal were quite similar in that regard. He didn't particularly like to be bothered while eating, and it seemed slightly odd to him that whenever he did decided to eat, the cat might sit nearby, but it would never actually try to get the food or beg to be pet, which it seemed to like so unusually much. He was not quite hungry enough to eat anything, himself, but he did want to check his e-mail, so he went to his computer desk, set down his glass, turned on the computer, and let it start up while he went to the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw the cat lounging in a patch of sun shining in through the nearby window. He gave the cat a scratch on the head and belly, but it didn't seem to care that much, so he sat at his desk. The cat just lay there and drifted off into sleep, or at least a light catnap. He always found it an odd thing to see a cat that looked asleep suddenly start vigorously grooming itself while its eyes are still closed, then once again become still. The e-mail was pretty typical. Half a dozen offers to enlarge his penis, another half-dozen so-called replies from people he never actually wrote to, and then another half-dozen messages of a nature he couldn't even begin to discern except by actually opening them, which he had absolutely no intention of doing. He promptly deleted everything, and then logged off. He didn't really have any other plans, so he decided to think a moment to see if there was anything else he might want to do on-line. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the cat rolling over onto its side and stretching out. He was suddenly reminded that at work he had decided to try to find a name for the cat. While naming animals was not really his thing, and while he rarely ever had any reason to verbally address the cat by a name, there was still that small number of times that, for one reason or another, the situation did arise, and it had began to feel a bit odd calling the animal just "Cat". After all, the animal had been with him for going on a year, and despite his own feelings regarding animals in general, that cat did seem to be unusually special. Now, on the matter of naming animals, he disliked anything stereotypical or terribly outrageous. Names like Tiger and Muffy just simply would not do, and while he had a certain respect for Jellical names, even if he could think of one good enough, it just would seem appropriate in "his" cat's case. That was another thing that deterred him from naming animals; he never felt it appropriate to consider oneself an owner, therefore it seemed equally inappropriate to declare proper names for them. That is why he decided that the name must declare itself, and that it might help if he did a little research. So, after about ten minutes, it became abundantly clear that black cats aren't too terribly unique. Staring at the cat, he thought about different aspects of it. He first reminded himself that it is a female cat, after all, so it should be something feminine, or feminine sounding. He had noticed the cat hanging around the outside of his house a few times last year. He thought he had seen it at a neighbor's house once, but that cat had a collar, and this one didn't, which didn't really mean it wasn't the same cat. He then gave a small laugh to himself when he recalled they day they officially met. He was in his house, sitting on the couch, watching TV, when this black cat suddenly leaps up into the space beside him. He froze a moment, in disbelief, the cat gave a friendly meow, and then he slowly turned his head sideways. "How the-", and then the cat meowed again. He stared at the cat for about a minute, to see what it would do, but also to look the animal over. No collar, looked clean, seemed healthy, obviously friendly, and was actually quite beautiful. "Okay," he had said, reaching a hand over to pet the animal. The cat had been quite willing to be pet, so he picked up the animal and set it in his lap. "Aren't you the clever one," he had asked it, ignoring the fact that he had no idea how it had entered the house. The cat definitely seemed to be smarter than the average bear. Or was it just that their personalities clicked so well? He'd never witnessed the cat doing anything singularly outstanding, but he frequently wondered what was going on behind those little yellow and black eyes. So, the cat was clever, but also very affectionate, though it seemed much more so at some times than at other times. It could go hours without even caring if he was around, and then suddenly the cat's in his lap, and just can't get enough of him. He found it odd that while most cats like to be scratched on the head, or under the chin, "his" cat seemed especially partial to having its cheeks scratched. Sometimes it would even repeatedly run its cheeks along his foot or hand, on its own. And sometimes the cat would jump onto his bed and sleep with him. It was a little bothersome when the cat would decided to get cozy right near the edge on his side of the bed, or worse, on top of, or between his legs, but he still made an effort to keep from knocking it off or around. Being a light sleeper made it easier to accommodate, but it also made it harder to actually get some sleep. No big deal, though, since more often than not, the cat stayed on the empty side, when it bothered to join him at all. The cat suddenly stretched out on its back and yawned. Relaxed again, but still on its back, it looked around the room a moment, and then it looked at him. "Hey, there," he said. "I'm trying to figure out your name. Wanna help?" He was almost startled when the cat righted itself and darted towards him, jumping onto his lap and then onto the desktop. He wrapped his arm around the end of the cat to give the side of its belly a scratch while the cat seemed to have taken an interest in the computer screen and keyboard. "You want to write something for me?" He moved his hand back around to the mouse and opened up a new notepad file. "There you go. Let's see what you got. If you're going to have a name, then it might as well be one of your own choosing." The cat nosed at the keyboard but did nothing else. He punched a few keys, saying, "Here. Go ahead," and then even took the cat's foot and pressed some keys. He released the cat, hit enter, and then repeated, "Go ahead." The cat raised and lowered a paw a few times, seemingly apprehensive, but then finally stepped on the keyboard. After about four or five steps, the cat backed off the board and began grooming itself. He looked at the screen and saw: jhhiiiiiiiisssssa "Hmm. Let's see," he said, playing along with his own game. "It looked like the 'j' was accidental, so let's erase that," and he did. "As graceful as you may be, you definitely can't beat normal human fingers in typing, can you?" The cat looked at the screen. "So, we've got four letters, and we can probably get rid of their duplicates, though the 's' could possibly stay doubled. So, we're looking at either 'Hisa' or 'Hissa'." He scratched the cat's side again. "Well, I might believe 'Hissa', except for the fact that I've never once actually heard you hiss. As for 'Hisa', it's not too bad, but I'm just not feeling it." As he began to stand up, he said, "You give it another go while I make myself a sandwich." He left the desk, and then went to the kitchen, where it took him about three minutes to make himself a nice turkey sandwich. He wrapped the sandwich in a paper towel, and then brought it back to the desk. Sitting down again, he said, "Let's see if you got anything new." He looked at the screen and saw one new thing: nekomi. "Look at that," he said, staring. "No repeated letters. What are the odds?" He looked at the keyboard to see where the letters were in relation to each other. "They're all pretty much together except for the 'e'." "'Nekomi'," he pronounced the word aloud. "Sounds kind of Japanese." He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed it thinking, 'I can work with that. I like Japan, so that worked out nicely. Nice comfortable name; easy to say.' After he swallowed what was left in his mouth, he turned to face the cat and looked into its eyes from mere inches away and smiled. "So, you're Nekomi. How ya doing?" The cat leaned forward and started to lick some turkey juice off the side of his mouth. He laughed and pulled his head back. "Stop that," he said playfully, then added as a side note after a pause, "You're tongue is rough." He turned off the computer, and then stood up saying, let's go watch the new movie I bought. He carried his sandwich over to the coffee table and set it down so he could slide in the new DVD that he had bought the day before. He retrieved his juice from the desk, and then returned to the couch to sit and continue eating as the movie's menu started up. As the movie played, he finished eating, and then Nekomi wasted no time begging for the petting. The rest of that particular night was spent on the couch, watching TV, until he finally decided to go to bed. Nekomi was always quick to respond whenever he wanted to get up while she was on his lap, or some other part of him. She seemed to be finely tuned to him in that regard, and others actually. It never ceased to amaze him, whenever he thought about it. He washed his empty glass, and then went into his room, to find Nekomi already sitting on what he had only occasionally referred to as "her side" of the bed. The times that she did join him were times for experimentation for him. It took him some time, but he eventually noticed that whenever he undressed, Nekomi would immediately start grooming herself the moment he would begin taking off his pants. He had heard of people who didn't like undressing with their pets watching: but the other way around? Wearing only his underwear, he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and relieve himself, and then returned to the bedroom, the cat never looking right at him. He climbed under the covers, and then switched off the bedside lamp. Sometimes the cat would immediately find a spot on or around him, and sometimes it took a few minutes to decide whether or not it even wanted to stick around. He closed his eyes, and went about falling asleep, but he soon felt the cat's weighted steps move up the mattress and stop near his head. \=============== Today was a good day. What a miracle to have such an opportunity to tell him my name, though it is interesting that he preferred my nickname given to me by my father. Hisa is my true name, but father liked to call me Nekomi. I so enjoyed playing with the village's cats, ever since I was a child. I used to pretend I was a cat when my father was feeling sad, and it would always cheer him up. He called me Nekomi, and it just stayed with me. That was his very own name for me. No doubt that is why Yamauba put me in this form. A twisted mercy on me, yet a poetic revenge on my father. I hated her for so long after, yet she believed she was doing me a favor. Yamauba, yet still my loving Yukionna: always looking out for me. How sad that my father eventually killed her. His motive was revenge, but he had also hoped that it would break the spell. Admittedly, part of me held the same hope as I watched Yamauba die. I was so torn. For centuries I had wished that it had worked. But now... As I look at this man asleep before me, I feel no regrets, save Yamauba's unfortunate death. I am now thankful to her. Even though I cannot be certain he will actually be the one to release me, I have experienced nothing that would suggest otherwise. In fact, today's events have suggested even more that it is right. He was actually speaking to me, as if to converse, and he was doing so in a normal tone; not speaking to me as if I were a small child, like so many others had done. I have no doubts that I could have typed him out a complete message, and he would have been easily accepting. Sadly, I am forbidden to directly reveal my true self. As Yamauba said, I must be known without being known. I must be sensed without the senses. I must receive ten thousand strokes by the one. I had forgotten that part. I had lost count some months after first joining him. He offered his affections so freely, that I could not keep up, especially since he can seem to so easily lull me to sleep at times. I had eventually forgotten altogether that his strokes were what I actually required of him. For the longest time, I had thought the number of strokes was just something to sound profound, but as I went from person to person, I realized that ten thousand is actually quite a large number. Even those people, who adored me, for the creature I was, never stroked me that many times. Oh, my head. It has been a long day. I forced myself to not get too involved in the movie we watched, because I wanted to be here for when he went to bed. Lying there so peaceful and sweet. For a while, I can pretend that he belongs to me. Good night, my one. \=============== After cashing his paycheck, he stopped by the grocery store to pick up some food for the weekend, as well as a bag of cat food, and as he stood in front of the selection, he decided to treat Nekomi to some moist food as well, in celebration of her finding out her name. He returned home, put his own groceries away, and then opened up one of the cans of cat food. The cat made a quick appearance upon the sounding of the can opener. "Maybe you were the neighbor's after all," he said. "You certainly didn't learn that here." He scooped out the juicy meat into a small bowl from the drain wrack, and then set it down on the floor beside the cat's regular food bowl. "Dig in." He went about his typical homecoming routine of checking his e-mail and then having some dinner. A television show he enjoyed came on that night, so he watched it. The cat didn't seem too interested in him, and was seen only periodically walking through the living room to do other things. It was like that, sometimes. During a commercial break, he went to the bathroom, and as he passed the cat, he bent down to give it a quick scratch, and said, "Hey, cat. What's up?" The animal's response was passive at best. He went about his business, and the cat walked away to do who knows what. Even though it was Friday, he decided to turn in at his usual weekday time. Maybe he would go somewhere tomorrow. He hadn't done anything special in a while. He had been staying home a lot more, recently, and he's been enjoying it, but still, he didn't want to risk sliding too deeply into a rut. After a little more TV, he brushed his teeth and headed for his bedroom. No cat, he casually noted as he undressed. He slipped into bed and turned off the light. After a couple of minutes, he was slightly startled by a sudden weight on his chest. He opened his eyes, and though he could see very little, he knew, of course, that it was the cat. He closed his eyes again and raised his hand to pet it. "There you are, Nekomi," he said softly. She set herself down and was still while he slowly ran his fingers across her fur. More minutes passed, and he was on the edge of sleep when the cat made a quiet meow. He awakened somewhat, but quickly began to drift back down. His eyes shot open at the sound of the cat suddenly wailing. The cat was still on him, but not actually doing anything to him, so he did not want to just toss her off of his stomach, where she seemed to have moved. The cat was in a constant state of motion, and strangely, it seemed to be getting slightly heavier. He reached for the switch on his bedside lamp, but in the excitement and the distraction of the near constant crying, was having trouble finding it. As he fumbled, the weight on him increased evermore, and it felt like the cat was stumbling around on top of him, up and down his torso. He finally found the light switch and turned it. He squinted at the pain of the sudden light, but that quickly passed to let him see a virtually unrecognizable creature before him. For a time, the sight of the animal's body and limbs being unnaturally stretched froze him. As the creature stumbled and rolled, desperately trying to right its position, he noticed the hair on its belly had become far sparser. Apprehensively, he decided to push the thing off of himself. He pushed it towards the foot of the bed, and then pulled himself up into sitting position. He then pushed the tortured animal further down, until it hit the bed's low footboard. As the creature grew larger and longer, the hair on its body seemed to be pulled in, while the hair at the top of its head appeared to grow longer. The voice had changed from the cat yowling to something surprisingly more human sounding. Soon, the convulsing mass began to follow, taking on a recognizably humanoid form. There were arms and legs, and fingers and toes grew more distinct. What was once a cat's face had become longer and flatter, and the ears grew rounder. He thought it may have been a figment of his imagination, but the bare, pale flesh of what would be the chest appeared to be developing breasts. If only it would remain still long enough for a sufficient look. Moments later, the wailing stopped, as if there was no sound left. The form had stopped moving around and collapsed across the foot of the bed. As best he could tell from seeing only its back, there was a nude female before him. This presumed person was breathing heavily in such a way to suggest that she was still conscious, though she remained otherwise motionless. He waited almost a minute, to see if the person would do anything, but the only change was that her breathing lessened. "Hello?" He spoke quietly, having no idea what to expect. He waited a moment, but there was no response of any sort. "Hello," he asked again, then soon followed with carefully leaning towards the person. He slowly put out his hand, extending his forefinger, and then he gently touched her shoulder, quickly pulling his hand away afterward. She still did not move or make a sound, but he noticed that her skin was very hot. He gathered himself up on his knees, and then reached for her again. He set his fingers lightly on her upper arm, held there a brief moment, and then moved her slightly. "Are you okay," he asked, bringing his hand back. Listening again, this time he heard small sounds. The sounds became a person's voice trying to speak. Though they were difficult and somewhat raspy, he heard the words, "I'm fine", and then she carefully cleared her throat. Once he recovered from the initial surprise, it finally set in that she was an actual person, and he folded his comforter back and over her body. "Am I a human, now," she asked, remaining still. She spoke somewhat more smoothly; therefore he was able to detect a slight accent, though he could not yet identify it. It took a moment to register, but he answered. "Uh, y-yes. You appear to be." "Thank you," she said in such a whisper that he got the impression that she was not talking to him that time. "Can I, uh, help you with something," he asked, unsure if he should try anything more on his own. "It's difficult to move," she said, her speaking gradually becoming less difficult. He crawled the short distance to her, held her shoulder with one hand, and put the palm of his other against her back. Gently and slowly, he turned her over onto her back, careful to keep her covered. When he could see her face, he was surprised to find that she was Japanese. Nekomi, he thought to himself. She had her eyes closed, and winced slightly, as if her muscles were sore or just out of use. She tried to move her hands, but he was not sure if he should make an attempt to move them any more than she was able to herself. He did not want to risk injuring her. Her hands laboriously moved up to her face, where they explored her features. Her movement reminded him of a baby just learning to walk for the first time. She clumsily ran her fingers over her cheeks and nose, and then across her closed eyes and down to her ears. A smile grew on her face, and then she said, "I am truly myself." He had no response. "Help me up, please." "Okay." He slid a hand back under her and used the other on her shoulder again to steady her as he carefully lifted her. The comforter being tucked in was impeding his progress at a certain point. "Hang on," he said, and then guided her back down. He got off of the bed, and then moved around to the foot where he pulled the end of the comforter out from between the mattress and the footboard. After that, he again helped her up into a sitting position. She was not yet able to sit up on her own, so he held her steady. He moved around to the side of the bed, to be in front of her, where he lowered himself to his knees while holding the sides of her arms. The comforter folded across her shoulder and chest hid her left arm, but her right arm and shoulder were exposed. Her skin was still quite warm. She was incredibly beautiful, despite the fact that she looked worn-ragged. He noted that her long hair shone straight and black, exactly as had the cat's. "Nekomi?" At first, he was not sure if she was crying or what. Her lips widened, and she expelled a sudden breath, and the she raised her right hand to her mouth. "Yes," she said. He could then see that she had simply laughed, though unintentionally, and with some discomfort. "Yes," she repeated. "It is me", she told him, reaching her right hand to the side of his head. Her warm hand moved across his cheek and chin. Her fingers slid over his nose and forehead and the down the other side of his face, dropping weakly from his chin as she tried to move her left hand out from its confines. He helped her as best he could. She was able to sit up on her own far better, but her efforts threatened to expose her body to him, so he worked to keep her covered. When her other arm was free, he bunched up the comforter at her front so that he would not have to hold it. Both of her hands were now on his face, rubbing across its various surfaces. "I have fingers to touch you, now," she said grinning happily. She then stopped her exploration, and held his head still, as if on display. She did nothing else for a moment, but he did not want to move. He simply stared at her, and then noticed her eyelids starting to move. No doubt blurry vision and light sensitivity was the cause of her repeated blinking, but soon she was genuinely looking at him, and then she was again smiling. A wave of emotion washed over him at the sight of the joy in her eyes. They both felt as if they could break into tears. "Hi," was all he could think to say, and then she fell to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. A few tears did escape his eyes at that, and by the sound of it, she was creating a few of her own. When he managed to regain his composure, he asked, "What has happened? What is happening?" She began to pull away from him, and he immediately helped her back into her sitting position, but then she said, "I need to lie down," and began to lean towards his pillow. "Okay," he said, as he put one arm around her back, and then slid the other under her knees. He eased her into a comfortable recline and then tucked the comforter around her. He recalled her heat and then asked, "Are you too hot?" "No," she replied. "I am fine." He sat beside her, on the edge of the bed, and without thought, held her hand in his. He looked her face over, quite taken, and then asked again, "What has happened?" She smiled and then began to explain. "I have been in the form of a cat for many centuries." "What," he said in near disbelief. "I do not remember the year, but I was born as a human in ancient Japan." He listened intently as she continued. "I grew up in the small village of Kuchikawa. My real name was Hisa... Ichitoku Hisa." "You typed that on the computer, yesterday," he smiled in amazement. "That was your name." "Yes, but my nickname is Nekomi. My father called me that because, when I was a child, I would pretend to be a cat to cheer him up when he was unhappy. I loved to play with the cats in my village." "Our village was very poor, and my father had always hoped that a wealthy man would come through and want to marry me. He always told me that I was too beautiful for anyone in the village, so he refused all other proposals for my hand. I had always been thankful for that, because I never loved any of the men in the village." Her face saddened, somewhat. "When I was 24, however, a wealthy man did pass through, and he did ask my father for my hand. My father was so overjoyed that he said yes immediately, but I did not feel the same way." She turned her gaze from him to looking at nothing in particular. "I begged my father not to allow it, but he insisted that it was the best thing for my family and myself. That night, I cried into the arms of Yukionna." "According to my father, he had found her wandering through the woods when I was still a baby. She was old and told him that she had to abandon her home, because it had burned down. She said she was a widow, and had been wandering aimlessly for the entire day and night. She said that she now had nothing, and that she would do whatever he wanted if he would help her." "My mother had died of an illness the year before, and he told the woman that he would let her live in a small hut near our house if she would help raise me and cook and clean for us. The old woman agreed, and she has been... had been, like a mother to me." "The night I told her what was to become of me, she was almost as displeased as I. As she tried to comfort me, she told me, 'Hush now, child. Yamauba will take care of things'. Yamauba was a secret name that she said I could call her, but I did not know at the time what it had meant." "She tried to talk my father out of the proposal, but it was in vain. Yamauba became quite furious with him, and that night, she cast a spell over me. She turned me into a cat. She said she chose a cat because it was my favorite animal, and she wanted me to be happy, but also because it would be a painful irony to my father that his Nekomi was literally so. I was his feline beauty for real." "She explained to me that now I would never need fear marrying someone whom I did not love." She looked into his eyes again. "She said that only the one who would love me, and whom I would love, could return me to my human form. Ten thousand strokes of the one." He wanted to speak, but felt that he shouldn't. He instead only smiled. She returned the smile, but only briefly. "When my father discovered what she had done, he killed her in a fit of rage and hope that the spell would be undone by the mountain witch's death. When it did not work, my father was never the same man as he had been. I was never able to cheer him up again, but I stayed with him until he died some months later." "For many years, I hated Yamauba for what she had done, but I have long since forgiven her. And now," she raised her free hand to his cheek and smiled again, "I regret nothing." She let go of him with both hands, and then pushed her elbows into the mattress to sit herself upright. He helped her at her shoulder and then let go when she was steady. She held the sides of his face again; looked at him a moment, smiling, and then she leaned in, closing her eyes, to kiss him on the lips. He was frozen for an instant at the touch of her soft lips, but then he found the thought to hold the back of her head and return the kiss. He had no real concept of time for it, but when they had finally parted, he had a vague recollection of having to force himself to take a breath about three times. "So I actually pet you ten-thousand times," he asked quietly. They both gave a small laugh. "Apparently so," she replied equally. "Wow." "And I enjoyed every one." A pause. "Well... all the ones I was there for." "What do you mean?" "Sometimes I had only a cat mind. Other times I had my own. I did not always know what was happening to myself." "Is that why you ignored me sometimes?" "Trust me," she said. "I never ignored you," she added with a smile before giving him small kiss. When she pulled away again, he saw her eyes were still closed, and it looked like she was experience a dizzy spell. "Are you okay," he asked. She nodded and answered. "Yes. I just need to rest. I will feel better after I have slept." She glanced over at the other side of the bed, and began to try to move herself, so he stood up and lifted her over. After setting her in place, he pulled the sheet on her side of the bed down from beneath her and then back up over her and the comforter around her. He was then able to retrieve the comforter to spread it back across the bed. "Do you need a pillow," he asked her. "No," she answered. "I think I will sleep well without one, tonight." "Okay." He tidied the covers and then slipped under them once again, but he did not turn off the light. Instead he turned onto his side to face her. They both just looked at each other for a time, his fingers of one hand entwined with hers, and then he grinned widely. "What," she smiled. "I just bought new cat food, today." She laughed. "Are you sure we couldn't have done this yesterday?" "I guess you did not pet me quite enough yesterday." "That's unfortunate." He paused. "I was ignored ever since I got home, today. Where were you?" "I did not awaken until after you had gone to bed. I had wanted to awaken sooner but I have limited control over the switching." "I bought you some wet cat food to celebrate you having a name, but it wasn't really you that eat it, was it?" "You bought wet food for me? Aww," slightly disappointed. "I am sorry I missed that." They were quiet again for a few minutes, and then he spoke. "So, I take it you learned English as a cat." "Aren't you the clever one," she replied, and he laughed. After about a minute, he watched her eyes slowly closing, though her smile remained. He stayed awake and just watched her sleep for about half an hour before finally closing his own eyes. "Good night, Nekomi," he barely whispered. \----------- Ancient Japan Kuchikawa village (kuchi=river, kawa=mouth) Ichitoku Family (ichi=one, toku=virtuous) name: Hisa (long lasting) nickname: Nekomi (feline beauty) nursemaid: Yukionna ("snow woman", a female shape-changer) real name: Yamauba ("mountain witch", a sort of goblin masquerading as a nursemaid)

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Title: Little Red Riding Hood by Braton Tags: Human, Other/Herm, Short, Wolf All Characters are copyrighted to me no one may use them or this story unless without permission do not plagiarize my story or I will sue! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Her flaming red hair tangles with the flowers and the wet green grass of the forest. She arches her back as a wave of warm pleasure surges through her lithe young body. She isn't supposed to know about these things. She isn't supposed to do these things in the middle of the forest. She did what the Wolf told her to do. Go pick flowers. Smell the flowers. She strayed from her path, looking at the flowers. Each one more beautiful and sweeter smelling than the last. Her free hand reached out to the sky, trying to grab hold of something for fear of losing herself within the warmth of pleasure. Her other hand, however, was a bit occupied. This hand was the one responsible for how she was feeling. It was poking and prodding her velvety, warm and now wet sex. She gasps as the last moments of her orgasm comes to an end. She sighs happily and removes two of her fingers from her still throbbing sex. They come out slick and with a musky scent. These two fingers will, she knows, hold the scent of her for the next few hours. As she gathers her things, she doesn't realize that a pair of glowing yellow green eyes have been watching her. \* \* \* Red thought about the beginning as she made her way back to her grandmother's. "Strange how things happen," she thought. It all started early this morning when her mother woke her up to go to her grandmother's house. "I don't want to go," Red said with her usual pout. "Don't be silly. Take your little red hood, this basket full of bread and wine, and make your way to your grandmother's. Stay true to the path and you'll be there before noon. But be back before dark. You know how the wolves like to lurk within the shadows and take young girls like you to their caves in the forest," her mother warned. She didn't know how much of this was actually true, but eventually she got ready and made her way to her grandmother's house. It was a glorious day. The sun was shining and the sky was blue as a robin's egg. Red walked on, until she got tired and decided to sit down for a bit. She opened the basket and ate a bit of bread that she packed for herself. She looked around and realized that she was alone in the middle of the forest. Chills ran up her spine; maybe the things her mother said were true. What if wolves were waiting for her in the shadows to take her to their cave? The thought scared her, but it excited her at the same time. What would the wolves do to her? Would they eat her? Would they feast upon her untouched breasts, a pair that she only touched while she bathed and pretended that they didn't exist? She heard a distant howl echo through the forest. Red gathered her things quickly and ran from the spot where she was sitting. \* \* \* Wolf sniffed the trail she left behind. He grinned and licked his sharp teeth with his tongue. "Perfect," he whispered to himself. "Absolutely perfect." It would be extremely easy to catch her; the scent of her filled his nostrils even from where he stood. Oh yes, he was miles away but he could see almost as well as if he was standing next to her. He changed himself from his wolf form to a human form. It didn't matter how he looked, his eyes still remained yellow-green, flashing parts of the forest if you looked deep enough into them. It was Wolf that let out the howl that startled her. She would be his prize, she would be his play thing for the day, and if she lasted through the night, he would take her to his cave. Once there? Who knew what would happen. The wolf in guise of man went to the river a get a drink of water. He took his hand and cupped it, full of water. He didn't care if it spilled all over his chest. He happily poured it over his long black hair. "Ah," he said as he threw his head back. The water was nice and cool. He felt very refreshed. "Now for the little redhead," he said as he stood up. He ran all the way to her. He could still catch a whiff of her scent even at this distance. He flared his nose only once while running; he was so taken by her smell that he wanted to keep it in his lungs for as long as possible. His eyes glowed dangerously at the thought of being near her again. He remembered when he saw her for the first time that day. She was actually skipping. So innocent, so foolish. She didn't know how dangerous she was with that body, those perfect breasts, her thin arms and long legs -- legs long enough to kill a male if he lived long enough to become tangled in them. He had been in wolf form then, letting his stomach do all of the thinking. But for some reason, he thought that it would be better if he made a sport out of it. He changed to human form and approached her. She had the biggest green eyes he had ever seen. They were green like the leaves on a forest tree. Her lips were perfect, lips the shape of Cupid's bow, and red like a newly bloomed rose. She was Red alright. He had startled her when he jumped in front of her. "Oh!" she gasped. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," he said. Yet, he thought to himself. "Where are you going in such a rush?" he asked. "To my grandmothers," she said. "Why? Its such a beautiful day. Why waste it inside some old woman's house?" he asked. "My mother said that I had to. She's ill and needs bread and wine to make her strong again." She showed him her basket, and just as she said, there was bread and wine inside. "You'll miss it then," Wolf said nonchalantly. "Miss what?" she asked eagerly. "Oh you wouldn't be interested," he said walking away from her. Making sure he steered her away from her path. "Interested in what?" she insisted as she followed him. "The wild flowers that have started blooming, the rabbits chasing each other in the open field, the lake sparkling like the crowned queens diamonds," he said. "The freedom of the wild." He was trying to suppress the urge to howl, because he lived it everyday. He saw these things everyday, but none of it lost its beauty. He would never grow tired of seeing the beauty of nature. He was happy he was a wolf. "I want to see these things," Red said pouting a little, all of a sudden wanting to disobey her mother and forget all about her grandmother. She shook her head and then said, "No, no, you're trying to trick me." She lifted her chin and began walking away from Wolf. "Me? Trick you? I'm telling you nothing but the truth," he said. "But you'll miss it." "I want to see these things," she whispered mostly to herself. "Then go," He moved as quick as lightning to stand behind her and whisper those words in her ear. He licked her from her throat to her nape, taking the time to suck on her plump lobe while he was at it. She shuddered a little and he grinned as he felt her knees buckle. "But I can't," she murmured, her knees shaking. "Sure you can," he said as he put his hands on her waist, pulling her back against his crotch. She could feel his hard on, right between her butt cheeks. She blushed at the knowledge of his full length. "Oh my goodness," she said. "There is no goodness down there," he said as he moved his hands from her waist to her thighs. Moving slowly as he lifted her skirt, he almost came in his pants as he realized that she wasn't wearing any under garments. He put his hands on her sex and left it there for a moment. He'd make her beg for it, he thought. Yes. That's exactly what he'd do. He teased her a bit by touching her clit and when he heard her moan, he let go and pulled her skirt back down. He spun her around and kissed her fully on the lips. "I'll see you soon my dear," he said, and then ran into the forest. She slid down to the floor, not knowing just what was happening to her. \* \* \* The Hunter looked at the tracks the Wolf left behind. He picked up a bit of dirt and sniffed it. To his surprise he found another pair of tracks, smaller than the Wolf. He frowned a bit as he caught a whiff of the young woman's scent. He was intrigued. She had stood next to a Wolf and lived. He followed the trail of the young woman and hoped that she was still alive. \* \* \* Grandmother paced back and forth, lifting her fists up in the air. "Where is that wretched girl with my wine?" Her salt and pepper hair cascaded into curls all the way to her waist, and shook when she paced. Even if she hadn't combed her hair in days, the curls would never go away. (Once upon a time, she had been known as Goldy Locks.) \* \* \* Red tried to run to Grandma's, hurrying to make up for all the time she wasted looking at flowers, especially hers. Wolf was now in his natural form. He would have her tonight. He was running in the forest, chasing after a deer. He would feast on the deer before going to Red. He knew that if he ate something before getting to her, she'd live to see another day. The deer stopped, thinking that it had outrun Wolf. He stopped, crouched down and watched as the deer's chest heaved, in and out, trying to catch it's breath. The deer turned away for one second; at that moment, Wolf leaped from his hiding place and lunged at the deer's throat. With blood spilling out of his snout, he howled. Red shivered when she heard a rather familiar howl from a distance. \* \* \* "Hello, little girl," Wolf said. He stood right behind Red. She jumped five feet from the ground and gasped as she turned around and faced Wolf. "Keep away from me," Red said with a shaky voice. Wolf laughed; he grabbed her by the waist and played with her hair a little. "You know you don't mean any of what you just said, little girl," he told her. "I'm not a little girl. I happen to be 18 years old," Red said as she pulled Wolf's hands from her hair. "Well, aren't we defensive," Wolf said as he leaned against a tree. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. Red couldn't help but notice his abs, his perfect six pack abs. Then her eyes trailed over the rest of his body. He was wearing a pair of torn pants. The torn parts showed his perfectly chiseled legs. Wolf was hard and ready just because Red was looking at him the way she was now. "I have to go," Red said as she covered her blushing face with her small hands. Wolf took her hand and lowered it from her face. He cupped her chin in his massive hand and kissed her on the lips. His lips were soft, she realized. He pulled back and waited. She kissed him back. He put his right hand on the small of her back and pulled her even closer towards him. His left hand was tangled in her red hair. They explored each others mouths with velvety, moist tongues until he couldn't contain himself any longer and had to see what was hiding behind those clothes. He took her little red hood and almost ripped it off her. That thrown aside, he grabbed her white shirt, then ripped that off. She gasped as her breasts were exposed. She had been brought up to ignore them, to pay no attention to them. But Wolf was paying a lot of attention to them. He looked at her hardened nipples and gently pinched them. She let out a moan. He lowered his lips and began to suckle on her breasts, taking turns with each one. He couldn't decide which tasted better. He lowered Red onto the ground. They were now lying on her little red hood, he noticed. He couldn't have planned it better. He pulled her skirt off and threw it aside, and she was now exposed. She still had her white knee high stockings and her little black Mary Jane shoes but they were the only pieces of clothing still on her. He parted her long legs and explored her wet and very ready sex. He pulled his pants down and revealed a very impressive package. He was inside of her. She gasped. She was still a virgin. He moved slowly at first, with small thrusts, until he couldn't control it any longer. The wolf in him lost control; his eyes glowed bright yellow-green, and his hands changed every couple of minutes to claws. He was losing control. But so was she. She had her hands tangled in his long black hair, but managed to roll herself on top of him. This took him by surprise, but he liked it. It helped keep his change under control. The moonlight falling over her milky skin made her look as if she were glowing from the inside out, posessed by some kind of ethereal light. Her hair looked like freshly spilled blood, tumbling from her shoulders and slightly covering her breasts. He grabbed on to them and squeezed; she arched her back and rode him until they both came. Later, he realized that he fell in love with her right there. Their gasps were heard all over the forest; deer made a run for it, owls flew away from their hiding spots and foxes hid in their burrows. Even the sleeping Hunter stirred. They pulled out of each other reluctantly. They looked at each other with new eyes until they fell asleep in each others arms. New lovers, cloaked by the shadow of midnight. \* \* \* The next morning Wolf was awake with all of his senses on alert. He sniffed the air as if some foul thing had been released into the air. Then he felt a sharp pin prick on his shoulder. The Hunter had finally found them. Wolf turned his gaze to where Red was still sleeping soundly. It broke his heart just seeing her like that. He reached out to touch her cheek, but the Hunter pointed his knife at his hand. Taking the hint, he put his pants on and followed the Hunter. As soon as they were far from Red The Hunter began talking. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the famous William Wolf. I have been waiting for this moment for a very long, long time," he said. "What a pity," Wolf said. "Why is that?" the Hunter asked. "All that time you spend looking for me, and all that time I spend making love to beautiful young girls in the forest. I wonder who's spending his time in here more wisely?" Wolf asked. "Shut up," the Hunter said as he pressed his knife deeper into Wolf's back. Wolf turned around and faced him. "Are you really going to stab me with that thing?" Wolf asked. "No, I have something better," he said. "So you think you can't kill me with that? I thought you were this great hunter. Part of the greatest line of hunters in all of this land. And you can't kill a simple wolf with that knife? What a pity indeed," Wolf said. He was hoping that Hunter was as foolish as he looked. Wolf wanted him to try stabbbing him with the knife so Wolf had a chance at his neck when he lunged forward. Which is exactly what he did. What a fool. Wolf took pleasure in snapping his neck and hearing it crack under his strong hands. He took his knife and ran back to Red. She was gone. All that was left was the smell of their mating from the other night. The smell made him a bit dizzy and light headed. Grandmother's House, he thought. That's the closest place she can run to. \* \* \* Red woke up to find Wolf gone. She put her clothes back on as fast as she could. She had enjoyed last night very much, and wasn't expecting him to be gone. She sniffed and tried to stifle her tears as she made her way to Grandmother's house. Red kept wanting to stop thinking about Wolf and all the sex they had last night. But instead she began sobbing. "How could he have left me there, without a second thought?" Red asked herself as she made her way to Grandmothers House. Then she realized she should've been there yesterday afternoon. And back at her house by sundown! She sobbed some more. \* \* \* Wolf was already at the Grandmother's House. He managed to pick some flowers for Red. He knocked on the door and waited, and waited, and waited. He knocked once more and heard a strange mumble that sounded a lot like 'Come in'. He walked in through the door and looked around. "Here, on the bed," the voice said. "Okay," Wolf said as he put the flowers down. He sniffed the air and something was not right. There was a familiar stench in the air that he somehow recognized, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He walked towards the bed and looked at the big blue-green eyes that were peaking from underneath the covers. "You're not Red's Grandma," Wolf said. he grabbed the person that was hiding under the covers and just as he guessed: it was his brother Marcus. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Wolf growled. "What do you mean what the fuck am I doing here? I'm here to feast on that little redhead you've been chasing since yesterday. I thought we could have our fun with her, just like the old days. I've come to make peace with you," Marcus said. Marcus had been banished from the forest for having betrayed their Alpha to the Hunters. It should've been something punishable by death, but they figured exile would be worse than death. What can be worse than not being able to go back home? "Get out of here. Get out and I'll forget you ever came back. And you can't have her; she's my mate," Wolf added. "Really? Even better," Marcus said with a mean grin on his face. "I mean it," Wolf said with a heavier growl and a dangerous glow in his eyes. Brother or not, if he didn't leave by the time Red showed up, he'll kill him. "I was sort of hoping she'd come in through the door sometime soon. I'd stay behind the covers and she'd say things like 'Grandmother, what big eyes you have. Grandmother what big ears you have. Grandmother what big teeth you have.'" He mocked Red with a high pitch in his voice, then roared with laughter. "Then I would gobble her up! But you had to ruin it by walking through the door. You are a spoil sport," he added. "Where's the grandmother?" Wolf asked. "She was rather tasty; a bit sour, though, what with all that wine and vodka," he mumbled. "But all in all? She was pretty good." That was when Wolf noticed that huge bulge in his belly. She was still alive; she was moving around his stomach, you could see her hand pressing in and out of his belly. "Man, you could've at least had the decency to chew her," Wolf said as he adverted his eyes from his brothers bulging stomach. Her could see her hands as she pressed them against his stomach. "I was hungry," he said, sounding like a little boy. "I'm serious now; get out." Wolf grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, the way he used to when they were younger. "No, I want to meet this little redhead," Marcus said. And as if on cue, Red walked through the door. She let out a small gasp at the scene before her and covered her still-bare chest. "What's going on?" she asked. "Well, well, well," Marcus said as he feasted his eyes on Red. "No wonder you want her all to yourself," he added. "Keep away from her," Wolf warned as he tightened his grip around his brother's neck. Marcus made as if to touch her and Wolf moved at the speed of lightning. Clasping his brother's hand in his own, he broke it with a single squeeze. He never thought he would enjoy anything as much as that satisfying crunch. Marcus yelped. Marcus threw a punch with his good hand but Wolf was too fast; he took that hand and broke it as well, the bone popping and tearing through the flesh. It sent blood all over the floor of the Grandmother's House, reminding Wolf that Grandma was still in Marcus's stomach. "You have to die now," he said and killed his brother with the Hunter's knife. Red stood there in confusion, knowing only that she was happy to see Wolf. He kissed her fully on the lips and told her everything that had happened since they parted. "I'm glad he's dead, both your brother and the Hunter. I met him once; he was a bit of a thick bastard," Red told him. Wolf grinned. She was perfect. She was his mate. \* \* \* He opened up Marcus' stomach and out crawled old Granny. Red gave her her wine and she forgot everything that happened. Marcus' body was filled with boulders and thrown in a lake, where his remains still lie. Red and Wolf? She moved into his cave and her tale became the most talked about story in town. The story became legend, then it turned to myth, and all facts were switched around 'til no one knew what was fact and what was fiction. But the story remains: the girl with the little red hood and the wolf that fell in love with her. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Ok I strayed from my last story but this is 9X less than my last one its short but I like it you leave me reviews.

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Title: Of Brotherly Secrets by becker587 Tags: Cub, Fingering, First Time, Frottage, Gay, Incest, Insect, M/M, Raccoon, Rape, crying I have always wanted a story kinda like this one, but to no success so i just made my own. This is the first story ive written, so it might not be perfect. It contains M/M between two underage raccoon brothers. So if you dont like this kind of stuff or are under 18, just dont read it. Of Brotherly Secrets There was a time when I was much younger Raccoon then I am now. I was only around 15 if I remember right. Back when I was still living with my parents and my older brother. He was only one year older then me, but a good four inches taller. We were both about the same physically. I was 5' 4" weighing only 135 lbs, and he was pretty much the same, except for being taller. He tried to work out sometimes, but it never helped any. He remained small and weak, but he could still overpower me if he really wanted. Which he made sure I knew during our occasional wrestling matches on the floor. We had a small nest, far out in the woods to where no one ever came by unless they had to. Although if you ever saw the place you wouldn't think we were that secluded. There was electricity and even phone lines stretched out to us. It was a good life, no cares, and no worries, just the family living together. In fact the only thing I didn't like was that my brother and I had to share the same room with two different beds. It's not the we never got along, some would say we were the best of friends; its just that I knew things about my brother. Things that to this day I don't think he knows that I know. Late at night when he thought he was all alone, I would sneak in and see pictures on the computer screen. Always pictures of males, doing things to other males that I've never thought possible, and the whole time there was one paw on the mouse and another in his lap. At the time I didn't know anything about sexuality or any of the acts that went with it, so when I saw him looking at those pictures I was really confused. I never talked to him about them or asked him what they meant. I just thought it would be better that way, until one night. It was late, around 10:00pm, and there was a bad thunderstorm outside. The house would almost shake with each boom that went across the sky. I had been in bed since 9:00 unable to go to sleep due to the storm. After a few more earth shattering explosions of sound I heard creaking of a bed coming from the other side of the room, and then footpads slowly coming toward mine. I knew it had to be my brother because he was scared of storms as well. I turned my head over looking into the darkness, unable to see anything until a bright flash from another lighting bolt struck revealing my brother standing right next to my bed. "What's wrong?" I found myself asking as I saw him standing there. "I'm a little scared right now, do you care if I sleep in your bed tonight?" he answered. This really hadn't shocked me as he has asked to sleep with me before during storms. I had always found it to be a little comical since he was the older and tougher one getting scared enough to climb into bed with his younger brother. I had no problems with him sleeping with me, since nothing had happened before. "Sure, just try not to toss and turn around as much as you did last time, I couldn't sleep," I had said. He was in and under the covers almost before I could finish the sentence. He made sure to lie down so his back was facing mine. I could feel his tail brushing up against me, almost tickling me. But I couldn't complain, once he was in the bed I could feel warmth coming off him and soaking into me. It was a cold night, so I couldn't complain about the new heat source. It wasn't until around midnight that the storm finally slowed down. I could still see a few flashes in the darkness, but there weren't any loud booms after. I thought that now I could finally get some sleep since I had to go to school the next morning, so I closed my eyes to prepare for sleep when I felt the bed sway some indicating that my brother had turned around. I passed it off still trying to go to sleep when I felt his paw reach up and rub on my shoulder some. I opened my quickly trying to figure out what he was doing to me when I felt the bed shift some more. I could feel his body scooting closer to mine. I didn't know if he thought I was asleep or what, but I just lay there staring into the darkness not saying a word. His paw started to rub down over my back then stop at the bottom of my shirt. I felt his warm paw then start to rub under my shirt, on my back. I couldn't take it anymore I had to say something. "Brother, what are you doing?" I tried to ask as softly as I could, but as soon as I had spoken I felt the paw shudder to a stop. He must have thought that I was sleeping. However after a few seconds I felt the paw slip out from under my shirt and start to tug at my side. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I turned around coming muzzle to muzzle with him. All I saw him do was raise a paw to his maw and make a very stern "Shhhhh" sound. I was greatly confused but I trusted my older brother. After he was done making the sound his paw dropped down and resumed rubbing over me, only this time on my chest. I was struggling as hard as I could to figure out what he was trying to do until my whole body froze. His paw had slid down from my chest, quickly dropping to my sleeping shorts. His paw resting on top of my crotch. At that point my confusion changed to fear almost. I let a paw drop down to pick his up off me, but he stopped me. Even growled a little as he pinned my paw back. I had never seen this side of him before. What was he doing? "There has been something I have wanted to do to you for along time brother! I think its time to get it out of my system." He exclaimed as he gripped his paw around my crotch, squeezing my sheath between his digits. "What are you talking about?! This is wrong you shouldn't be touching me like this!" I franticly pleading with him hopping he would stop, but all I got was a paw wrapped around my maw holding it closed. "What part of shhh don't you understand brother," he said looking me straight in the eyes. All I could thing to do at that point was let out a whine as he held my maw closed. His other paw let loose of its grip and started to pull my shorts down until they were around my foot paws. His attention dropped from my eyes down to my sheath. He stared at it intently letting out a small murr as he did. Looking over it from every angle from the soft black velvety fur of my ball sac up to the silver furred sheath itself. He even sniffs some like he wanted to smell it. I couldn't think why anyone would want to see my sheath. That was gross, wasn't it? At any rate I wanted him to stop. I didn't know what he was doing, but all I could think was that it was wrong. His paw had finally released my shorts, after he felt he examined me enough, to fondle my sac. My eyes instantly grew wide as I felt his digits slowly working over my sac, cupping them into his paw, and rubbing his paw over the fur that covered it. His other paw finally released my maw. I was to scared to cry out anymore, so all I could do was lay there panting trying to figure out what was going on. His now free paw lowered down to his own pants, quickly removing them and tossing them somewhere into the dark room. I took a deep breath feeling my heart beat crazily as I could see in the dim lighting a long pink shaft sticking out of his sheath coming out about six inches. I was scared. I knew I had something like that too, but I had never seen it stick out through the sheath like that. I saw a look of pleasure on his face, and then looked back down to his member. He had lowered it so it could rest on my crotch. I felt something warm and moist at the tip as he pressed it against my sheath. That is when I felt a paw raise up to me sheath again and rest on the top. Slowly I felt a single claw start to press inside it and move around against the inside walls, and against my unerect member. I had never felt anything like this before or ever had the urge to at me age so all I could think was to be afraid. My breaths got faster and deeper, I almost wanted to cry but I thought that might make him do worse things. The thing that shocked me the most was what started to happen as his claw explored the inside of my sheath. I could feel my member start to get harder and even start to poke out through the top of the sheath. I looked down a little confused, but I could tell my brother was looking down with different ideas all together. His paw had retreated out of my sheath just as his maw lowered down. I wasn't even looking down anymore; I didn't want to know what was going on so I kept my attention to the ceiling. I had to clench my whole body as I felt a warm, soft lick up my member to the tip, then back down again. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, anything to take my mind of what my brother was doing to me. After a few seconds of constant licking my member felt as hard as it could get. Only coming out at 3 inches, but my brother didn't seem to mind. His maw left leaving my member dripping in his saliva. I could feel his warm length press up against mine making me whimper again. His paw wrapped around both his member and mine, pumping up and down on both of them at the same time. With each stroke I could feel warm liquid coming out of his member and dripping down mine until it would soak into my sheath fur. I had gripped the sheets around me and pulled them up into my face so I could cry into them. I felt his paw moving faster and faster over us with wet sloshing sound each time he would move his paw. I started to feel a little light headed from only breathing into the sheet, but I could strongly remember a sudden increase in his breaths and with a few more hard thrusts with his paw, his member started to swell and a rush of warmth filled my lap soaking his seed into my fur. A strong moan came from my brother, his paw finally stopping its motions. Even with the sheets over my face I could get a full smell of the scent that followed. It overwhelmed me, and that was the last thing I remember that night. I awoke the next morning with the sun shining in my face, and my brother not in my bed, or even in the room. I sat in my bed for a few minutes trying to figure out what exactly happened the night before, and did it even happen. Was it just a dream? I decided I should at least get ready for the say so I threw the covers off my body to reveal a very pungent stain around my still naked groin. It was then that I knew it was all real, I felt like crying again. I forced myself out of bed and slipped some clothes on right over top all the dried seed trying to pretend it didn't happen. When I finally made my way to the kitchen I saw my mom sitting at the table eating breakfast, but no sign of my brother. I took a seat next to her letting out a sigh. "What's wrong hunny?" I heard her ask. "Have you seen my brother around today? I don't see him anywhere" "Oh! Didn't he tell you? He left early this morning to go away to his real dads house. He is going to live with him from now on. He was supposed to leave yesterday, but he insisted on staying just one more day cause he wanted to spend at least one more day with you, dear," she tried to say as sincere as she could. All I could manage to do was lay my head in my arms and cry again. The last thing I can remember her saying was "Aw, you must be more heart broken over him leaving then I thought you would be." I responded by crying harder. As i said, its my first one, so if there is any comments or suggestions for new strorys i may write. feel free to say them. My email is [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)

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Title: Freelancer by StormWind Tags: Alien, Dragoness, Hybrid, M/F, Romance, Sci-Fi Windchaser growls softly to himself and paces back and forth across the bridge of his salvage ship, the Technomancer, restlessly, whining softly through his long, narrow muzzle while wringing his wings in frustration, the three long, delicate fingers at the main wrist joint of each wing, which stand separate from the wing struts themselves, interlocking from time to time. His stance is pitched only slightly forward and might easily be likened to that of any other anthropomorphic being. His demeanor at present is reminiscent of that of an agitated velociraptor. Being hungry is not easy for anyone, and it is even harder for this particular mandrake halfling; it makes it so very hard to think, and that of course puts him at a distinct disadvantage, as one needs most to think when one lacks sufficient coin to by food. He pauses a moment, his long, almost frill-like ears perking and twitching, the pale green inner hide sparkling wetly with sweat in the ship's indoor lights. He snorts, dismissing whatever sound he thought he detected as simply another of the numerous computerized environmental control systems on board kicking on. Large ships like this are filled with them and at least one of them seems to be humming nearly all the time. He continues to pace, the pale green, gash-like markings on his outer thighs, wings and tail rippling as the muscles under them continue to work at an agitated pace. He wears only a simple pair of black, skin-tight shorts, which are currently rather damp with sweat, brought on by his nervous pacing. He isn't actually suffering from exertion, as the simulated gravity of the ship is rather weak, but the fact that he is terribly worried about situations involving food and finances, or lack there of, tends to cause the same reaction. The only meager conciliation is that his mate does tend to seem more receptive to play when he has worked himself into a sweat. Presently, the servo motors of the only door leading onto the bridge whine and the door slides open, a lithe dragoness, with a light, muscular frame and emerald scales, seeming to be made quite literally of cut and polished stones pads into the room on all fours, her head raised high on her long neck. She steps lightly up to her mate as he stops pacing and, being about as tall on all fours as he is on two legs, reaches out and nuzzles the base of his long, slender neck reassuringly. "Any luck sweets?" she queries hopefully, a look of concern in her large, solid black eyes as she parts her slightly shorter, boxier muzzle to lick her mate across the nose. Windchaser sighs and looks to his mate apologetically, "I'm sorry my beautiful Lightwing...but still nothing, I don't know what we'll do if there isn't some sign of something profitable soon." She looks a bit uncomfortable and sits down, tail twitching, "We could always go back and ask my parents for some help..." The mandrake glares, a look of hostility coming into his keen, slotted gray eyes, "No, absolutely not. How can you even consider that after the way they treated me?" The dragoness sighs and shifts a bit, wings rustling, "Look, all I know is that if the point comes where we have to choose between that and starving, its going to be our only option, I know your parents don't have any real savings hoarded away." Windchaser sighs and looks at the floor between his three toed, digitigrade, taloned feet pensively before looking up again, "Fine, I'll give it another day, if we can't find anything at that point, we will take your plan. But love, so help me, I won't be insulted again. If that mother of yours lays into me again like she did last time, lady or not, I'll give her a few scars across the muzzle to remind her of the cost of her lack of courtesy. I'm sick of being treated as a second class drake by people like her simply because I happen to be a halfling." His mate smiles and lays a hand on one of his wing-hands, "I understand. You can rest assured you won't endure my mother's sharp tongue again," she chuckles a bit darkly, "and if I have to dull it myself, I will." The mandrake nods and cannot help but smile back as they stroll towards the main viewing window together and sit side by side to gaze out into the seemingly endless sea of stars. No matter how bad things seem she can always make him feel better; it's been that way ever since they first met and nothing has changed. He wonders again however, what ever could have convinced him it was a good idea to come this far out from the more civilized sectors of the galaxy. Indeed, he wonders why he chose this place over, say, something a bit closer to the old Earth system. Of course, that system its self would be out of the question, salvage laws there being what they are. Besides, everyone says nothing good ever comes from the earth anymore, and the more he sees of true Earthlings, the more he is inclined to believe it. Shortly after the development of hyperspace technology, most of the respective peoples of Earth decided that they needed a little breathing room, which was a good idea considering just how much had changed over such a short period of time. Once the long-vanished otherkin and mythic races came back, or rather shifted back into their true states, things began to, at times quite literally when some of the more irate draconic types had their say, heat up on planet Earth. Fortunately, some of the more technically minded among the races quickly found a way to facilitate faster than light travel. Some of the more mystically minded were rumored to have made use of different methods, but information from that particularly transient period in history is very sketchy and he never found the time to read up on such a fringe area of study. It is a fringe area of course, because there is little known about it, and most simply chose to concern themselves with either comparatively recent history, or truly ancient history; those that study it at all that is. In the end however, the result was the same, Earth, for so long held as the only habitable planet within reach, was largely abandoned and quickly became the home of an odd sort of political aristocracy, much of which centered around humans as well as some hangers on from some other races which for some reason were considered indigenous to the planet in question; whether they actually were or not is highly debatable. They even closed the borders of their system for a time, but that was mostly mindless political posturing given the vast distances involved. Not to mention that most considered Earth a sort of snooty resort of a fashion. In short, the result was that most would just as soon stay away at any rate. He pauses a moment in his musing to consider the fact that he wouldn't have studied any of this if it hadn't been for Lightwing's love of books. Oh, if only she had come along earlier in his life...maybe then he might have really made something of himself. Presently, as if on cue, he feels his mate twine her tail around his and purrs, smiling as she looks to him coyly, flickering her tongue. He sniffs a bit, catching the sharp, unmistakable, sweet, musty, spicy scent of female excitement and chuckles, looking to her, "Oh really then...are you sure?" She purrs and nuzzles his chest. The smell gets stronger, "Well, there hasn't exactly been anything on the scanner today, and I am terribly bored." She giggles and feigns pouting, pulling her bored aristocrat routine. The amusing part is that she does it so well, it's as if she really were an aristocrat, which she is most certainly not and by choice no less. She finds her parents very nearly insufferable most of the time. Indeed, the only reason she would even contemplate going to them for finances, would be the old draconic tradition that one can always count on one's family and clan for support. The mandrake laughs out loud and smiles, deciding to stop worrying. If he's going to have to go see the much-avoided in-laws anyway, he might as well have some fun in the mean time. "Alright then, I suppose it couldn't hurt to help my lovely lady find some intertainment...and after all, I've nothing better to do just now." Lightwing smiles and purrs louder, then begins licking her mate's chest, slowly, sensually working her way down lower, and still lower... "ATTENTION, STRANGE WRECKAGE DETECTED." The computer screams in an irritatingly calm, not to mention obviously synthetic female monotone. "Oh by all the Gods!" Windchaser growls, putting his shorts back on with even more haste than he took them off and turning his attention from his mate to look out the large windows. There is a whole wide field of debris, which his experience tells him is probably the wreckage of some sort of fighter, though there's not anything large enough to identify what kind or from where. He sighs again, "Well, at least we'll most likely find something to sell finally..." he pauses, turning to his mate and looking apologetic, "Just hold that thought; I promise you, once we finish this we can spend the rest of the night on...other things." With that, he sits down in the control chair and begins to operate the large manipulator arms on the sides of the nose of the large, wedge shaped craft, carefully gathering in as much of the wreckage as he can into the cargo hold to be sorted through later. At the very least, he is certain there should be enough remaining components and rare elements typically associated with such ships to be of some use. The job quickly finished, he closes the cargo doors and retracts the manipulator arms then smiles and turns to his mate, "Care to help me down below?" She chuckles lightly and smiles, "I don't see why not, who knows, maybe I'll even find something new to read...although I would have liked the other 'down below' a lot better." The mandrake laughs loudly, "You and your endless hoard of books and..." he trails off and blushes, still too polite to actually say it, "...oh well, at least they're both things you get some use out of." The emerald-scaled dragoness snorts and pretends to be offended as she pads lightly, cat-like down through the door, making sure to keep her tail arched enticingly for her mate following close behind. The two turn the corner left, and then another left, navigating the labyrinth of tight corridors in the belly of the ship until they come to a short flight of stairs and, padding down the stairs and making sure to re-pressurize the cargo hold before entering. Bits of wreckage are scattered everywhere, some in large piles, some not, and the two begin to pick their way through the field of twisted metal, ruined parts, and shattered polymers. By the look of the wreckage, the enemy must have hit the engens. Windchaser picks up a small, cylindrical object, looking at it critically, then snorts, seeing the large hole melted through it, "It looks like someone was in a fire fight here..." he pauses to examine the object further, "It's not any design I recognize and by the looks of it, its been here a long time, which is strange considering the relatively small debris field." He sighs and continues to pick through the sad wreckage before continuing his commentary, "At any rate, we'll be lucky if we can sell some of it for scrap. There isn't much left in the way of usable parts; whatever hit this thing even destroyed most of the enchantment based systems, almost as if that was their intention..." he pauses, picking up something else, a piece of some black material in the shape of a pyramid. Its surface is smooth, polished even, but swallows up all light that touches it, just like a tiny singularity in that respect. "Now what do you suppose this is?" he queries, gazing intently into the void-black surface as he waits for his mate to look it over. It's almost as if he expects something to manifest there. Unfortunately, however, he is as clear as empty air to magic. It's not as if he hasn't tried, he can feel energy and other such things within himself, but his reach never seemed to extend beyond that. His mate looks up and hurries over, looking at the piece quizzically, an odd expression on her muzzle, "I don't know, I've never seen anything like it before...it might be part of one of the computer modules, but I don't see any external markings at all; no ports or slots, no sigils..." she reaches out and touches it, "Now that's odd...there's a latent energy in it, but its not something I'm familiar with at all. The very nature of the energy is unfamiliar, and its as if its waiting to be activated...better leave it alone for now, no telling what it does. I've seen some truly hideous traps laid in even more innocuous places than that." Windchaser nods silently and pads over to a small work table, fetching a small titanosteel box and placing the odd artifact inside before going back to work, sorting through the wreckage as best he can. It's nearly waist deep in some parts of the pile, the twisted fragments of hull and girders like some thorny, metallic bramble, and just about as unforgiving to the careless; fortunately, Windchaser is far too experienced to be so careless. It is becoming quite plain that the most a large part of it will be good for is scrap. The oddest part is that the artillery, holes from which pock-mark most of the pieces, seems to have been a combination of fire, not from blasters, but a powerful laser of some kind supplemented heavily with what appears to have been a heavy barrage of rail-gun slugs. These are both obvious to any one of experience, as they rail-guns rely on blunt force for penetration as opposed to the searing energy that most blasters use, thus changing the type of penetration damage at the blast points. The laser has also marred the wreckage in its own unique manner, leaving vast, elongated cuts. This is odd in the extreme. Lasers are still used on some of the larger gun ships, but rail-guns? No one uses those anymore at all, with the exception of a few old war buffs and hobbyists still clinging to and romanticizing past eras, just as others have no doubt done in previous times, and will continue to do even in the far future. But people like that are, for the most part, harmless and seldom if ever use their relics for actual combat. After the technology for blasters was discovered, it became apparent that the technology for them was so efficient and economical as to render most other forms of armament obsolete. Even the relatively cost-effective rail-guns, previously the old reliable weapon carried by most during the early days of intergalactic travel, went by the way-side as the new systems proved more powerful. Presently, he hears his mate let out a startled cry, "Windchaser dear...I think we have something you should be looking at over here..." The mandrake halfling pads over to his mate, curious, as well as a bit concerned, "What love, what is it?" he pauses and sighs before continuing to mutter under his breath, "Something valuable I hope..." When he reaches his mate finally, he finds her looking down at a fair sized cylindrical object, two thirds of a meter long and no less than a third of a meter wide. It appears to be armored heavily, indeed. The castings etched into its surface are strong as well and it is also sealed; there is a control panel at one end, displaying what appears to be a set of vital sign readings. Whatever is inside, someone has certainly gone to a lot of trouble to keep it alive. "I think it might be a stasis tube...but it's so small, I wonder what's inside..." he murmurs distantly. He carries it over to the workbench, seemingly bent on opening it, only to be nudged sharply in the back of the neck by his mate, who looks at him with an irritable expression on her muzzle. She really looks for all the world like someone just stepped on her tail tip. "If we want whatever is in there to stay alive, I suggest we take it back to our lair where we can take care of it first." She growls, "By the look of it, it could be a hatchling, so I suggest you proceed with some degree of caution. Its not another blaster or generator you know." Windchaser sighs and tucks the cylinder under one wing, carrying it up the stairs, this time heading away from the bridge to their more private quarters. He loves his mate deeply, but sometimes her mothering instincts can be rather strong...but he knows from experience that it is in his best interest to simply concede, or else find himself discussing actually fertilizing her eggs, and he has no intention of disturbing that den of cobras again. The very memory of the last time it came up is nearly enough to send him into a cold sweat again. Once inside, the mandrake halfling sits down on the large, oval shaped nest bowl and proceeds to try his claw at opening the tube, hissing as he finds it locked with some sort of pass code. This would not be terribly irritating, save for the fact that the device is rigged to administer a small, but painful electric shock every time an improper code is entered. "Open damn you!" he snarls after having tried several codes without success, and becoming more irritable with each successive shock. "Oh let me..." his mate sighs, taking the package from him and laying the palm of one of her five fingered forepaws over the control pad, "I was always rather good at this you know, and the screen only has space for three digits. It can't be that hard to crack." She concentrates for a few moments, and then there is a soft beep and the internal latches release, allowing her to slide the inner compartment out. As she does so, her jaws drop open in disbelief. Laying in the padded half-cylinder of the stasis tube is a male humanoid infant, with blue hair and very pale skin; it also seems rather thin for an infant, which along with the hair color negates the possibility that it is human, but its also unlike anything she has ever seen. Presently, the infant opens his eyes and gives the dragoness and her mate a start. The eyes are light green, slotted and slightly luminous, with no whites. "Oh wonderful..." Windchaser snorts sarcastically, "not particularly attractive now is it?" His mate glares, "Oh do shut your maw, I think it's cute...and in any case, we can't very well leave it here now can we? I personally think that since we found him, it should be our job to take care of him." The mandrake halfling sighs resignedly...this is a debate he cannot hope to win, "I suppose we have to at least take him with us for a while, and in any case, we have to get this shipment to the nearest colony so we can sell it. At least the alloys should be worth something. We can inquire about it when we get there..." With that, he heads to the bridge, making ready for light speed travel. The engens of the ship whine to life and in a flash, it is off at nearly three times the speed of light, riding a contrail of sizzling, blue-white power. Lightwing pads onto the bridge to join her mate as the massive light speed engens begin to gear down and he looks up to her, looking hungry and rather tired. "Sorry about earlier love I've just been stressed out lately...did you find out anything interesting about him?" he queries. She chuckles, rubbing one of the three sets of split scales on her underbelly that conceal her nipples, "I found that he likes dragon's milk as well as any hatchling I ever saw. I also found one word written on a scrap of paper with a note on it. Strangely however, though it was written in English characters, which all the humans and other less exotic peoples seem to use these days, it wasn't written in any language I've ever seen...as near as I can come to pronouncing it, it says Thaenrathi. I guess it's his name." The mandrake halfling adopts an odd expression, "Was that all?" The dragoness shakes her head, "That's the only word that was on the note, but above it, there was a odd rune of some kind, I know that's what it is because it radiates a strange power. Feels cold and tingly, sort of like the air before a lightning strike." Windchaser sighs resignedly, feeling very tired, "I know your parents won't approve, but I'm actually beginning to agree with you love...he needs someone to take care of him, and given that no one else is likely to, we might as well do it. After all, its not like you didn't plan on having hatchlings eventually anyway after all." he tactfully neglects to mention that it will also end the string of heated debates on the matter of fertilizing eggs. His mate smiles and sits back on her haunches, hugging her mate tightly. Again, he just can't help but smile contentedly. \* \* \* \*

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Title: Friday Night Tags: friday, dancing It was a hot, sweltering Friday night the kind you only find in the Deep South. Lee realized that there was nothing special going on tonight. His buddies were mostly out of town or out on dates and he was at home, alone. He had broken up with his girlfriend some months previously and had not even tried to go out since then. His job was going well but he felt like his creativity being drained by the restrictions of the corporate world. Now he found himself in his apartment on a Friday night with no plans, no girl and no dreams. "No, you can't do this to yourself anymore, time to take control of your life again." He stood, grabbed his keys and started walking to the door. He glanced at himself in the mirror in the hallway as he walked by and stopped dead. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a second, unshaven, t-shirt, old college shorts and sandals. No, this would not do at all. Decision time, if he was going to run the clubs then he needed to look his best. He strode back to the bedroom and emerged an hour later. He looked at his reflection this time a grin played across his face. Now he liked what he saw. He let his hazel eyes rove over the reflection for a moment, collared linen shirt giving just a hint of the muscle that lay underneath, black slacks and his best dress shoes. No need for a jacket tonight. "Girls go crazy for a sharp dressed man," he whistled to himself. In the garage he paused for a moment then decided that the MGB was the car for the evening. He put the top down and roared off into the night. On the other side of town some one else was getting ready for an evening out. Ingrid could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of heading out for an evening of dancing. She had been working hard all week, painting, packaging and shipping. Now it was time to cut loose. An early phone call had stifled her excitement a little. Her girlfriend wasn't going to be able to come with her tonight. She decided that going alone wouldn't be bad at all and who knows it might open the evening up for other possibilities. She pampered herself enjoying every moment spent preparing for the evening ahead. A lingering hot bath letting her favorite bath oils caress her skin. She shaved legs to give them that silky smooth feeling, then a little higher up as well. "After all a girl should be prepared for anything," she thought. Wrapped only in a towel she went through her closet throwing clothes on to the bed. Outfits soon covered ever inch of it. The leather one was the first to go, just to hot for that she thought. The other black dress went next, a little short for an evening of dancing. She did like to show off, but you had to put your foot down somewhere. On she went, weighing the merits of each. She finally decided on the plaid skirt with the low-necked white top. Not as daring as the others and certainly not what she would have chosen if she was not going to be alone. No pantyhose or stockings tonight though, just a white thong, white lacy bra and black high-heeled shoes to complete the ensemble. Still wrapped in her towel she seated herself in front of the mirror for the finishing touches. Finger and toenails done in matching polish, a shade of lipstick to compliment, a bit of blush and mascara to bring out her eyes and eyelashes. Finally her strawberry blonde hair, she fussed with it for an eternity before piling it atop her head. She gazed at the results in the mirror, a smile slowly creeping across her face. She shivered a bit in anticipation of the evening to come. Yes, it was going to be a fun time tonight, she thought. She finished dressing. Gave herself several light sprits of her favorite perfume, behind her ears, on her wrists and in the erotic valley between her breasts. She threaded her way through the house, still in disarray from the week's mailings, to the garage. The red mustang gleamed as she flipped on the lights. It too was ready for an evening of fun. Tonight, though the top would be up. She hadn't spent an hour working on her hair to have it spoiled before she even got to the club. Then she was off, the neighborhood returning to silence as the mustang's engine faded off in the distance. As long as she had taken to prepare she arrived early enough to get a table near the dance floor. She could see and be seen by just about everyone that came in. The high stool showed off her legs and she wiggled a little in excitement as the band started to warm up and people began filtering into the club. She ordered a drink and an appetizer from the waitress to get the evening going, giving the waitress a long appreciative look. If the evening didn't pan out maybe the waitress would be interested in spending some time together. She shook her head. "No, the night is young, let's see what happens before you start hitting on the waitress," she thought to herself. It didn't take long before she did find herself on the dance floor. There were plenty of single guys out. There was almost a line of them wanting to dance with her. She smiled and flirted, sometimes rubbing up against them as they danced to see how excited she could get them. She could feel her own arousal as she danced. Her nipples were showing as two tiny bumps through her blouse and her dance partners' eyes seemed to be riveted on them. Sometimes she would grind her pelvis hard against them as they danced across the floor seeing if they were as turned on as she. Several ran their hands across her firm ass, but each time she just smiled and danced away a bit. Teasing and daring them to do more, none did. She was a bit disappointed that none had tried to go a little farther. As she rested between dances she would chat with those brave enough to sit for a moment at her table. But none of them proved to be very interesting. If they couldn't do anything but stare at her breasts, they weren't of much use except on the dance floor. At one point a woman asked her to dance, she readily agreed and they moved on to the dark dance floor with its flashing lights. The band was playing with a slow song with a hard heady beat and the two of them seemed to move as one across the floor. They danced close and hard moving up and down against each other. She thought she would cum right there on the floor when the other woman held her around the waist thrusting her pussy against her in time with the beat. The song ended and they kissed, the woman slipping her a piece of paper as the song ended then disappearing into the crowd. She stood stunned for a moment and then made her way back to her table as she read the note. She sat the next few dances out taking a breather after the wild ride the woman had given her and considering the note's suggestion of an evening of fun. It was late when he finally arrived. He entered the dimly lit club and stood in the entry for a moment to let his eyes adjust. This one had the biggest crowd he had seen all evening and by far the best band. He glanced around trying to pick out the singles from the couples and seeing if there was a table or seat he could grab. It had been a good evening so far as he gazed about the crowded club. He watched with interest, as a tall blonde walked off the dance floor towards what he had thought was an empty table. She was reading something as she sat down, crossing her long legs her short plaid skirt hiking up her thighs a bit. She was striking, her hair piled high on her head with one errant strand dangling down the left side of her face. He found a spot at the bar where he could see the whole room and didn't have to strain to watch her as well. She danced a lot, never turning away a request. Sometimes they were invited back to her table, but more often they danced through a couple of songs together and went their separate ways. Those that came back to the table would stay and chat with her for a few minutes but they never lasted very long. "Well, what's the worst that could happen?" he thought to himself "You get to dance to couple of songs with a pretty woman. Then she tells you to get lost if she doesn't like you nothing wrong with that." He saw that the band was coming back after a break so he stood up and headed towards her table. "Hi there, I'm Lee," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I see the band coming back and I thought you might like to dance with me." She looked him over across the top of her drink and smiled. "Hi Lee, I'm Ingrid. I'd love to." She stood and he offered her his hand. "Let's dance then." He led her on to the floor as the band began to play. He was intrigued by her soft accent but was soon distracted by her dancing. He smiled at her, matching her step for step on the floor. He noticed that her nipples had grown quite hard and were trying to poke through her top. As distracting as that was it was her face that attracted him the most and he found himself gazing into the depths of her eyes and studying her sensual mouth as they danced. He felt his cock begin to harden as they moved across the floor. Dancing always did that to him, that's why he always wore pleated pants to hide his erection. Several times she moved in close rubbing her breasts and pelvis against him seductively, her eyes twinkling. He knew that she could feel the erection straining in his pants. The song came to an end. "That was fun, stay for another with me?" She didn't reply, just smiled at him as they waited for the next song. The beat picked up and the strobes began to flash. He was ready for her this time. As she pressed up against him he took her around the waist and held her tight against him, rubbing his hard cock across the mound of her pussy. She didn't object placing her hands around his neck she meet his gaze and gave a few thrusts of her own. He let his hands wander across her ass, gently squeezing the firm cheeks as their hug tightened, their hips moving in time to the music. She broke the embrace and danced a step or two away from him. She turned away swinging her ass seductively at him watching him over her shoulder her eyes half closed. He stepped up to her holding her around the waist settling his erection in the valley of her ass. She thrust back against his erection in time to the music. His hips grinding against her as the strobes continued to flash. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing it gently trying to lightly pinch her aroused nipple through the cloth of her blouse. She held her hand against his, squeezing it then pulled away turning to face him again, a large smile on her face. He grinned back lost in the beauty of her eyes. The song ended and the lights came back up a bit. "Let's get a drink," she took him by the hand back leading him back to her table. They sat down he motioned for the waitress and ordered. They began to chat, waiting for the drinks to arrive. The conversation turned this way and that, touching on many things and they flirted with each other shamelessly. One thing remained unchanged his gaze never left her face as if drawn there by some magnetic force. The drinks arrived and they laughed as they both excused themselves to use the restroom. "Shall we rendezvous back here?" "Yes, lets. It is my table after all so I will definitely be here." Ingrid moved quickly to the restroom. "Oh my god," she thought. She gazed at herself in the mirror. Her face flushed her nipples aching underneath her bra. She found an empty stall. Hiking up her skirt she ran her hand across her excited thong covered pussy. Her thong was soaked in her juices. She trembled recalling the feel of his hard cock through his pants. Pulling her thong to her knees she sat down on the toilet letting her fingers slide across and into her hot pussy. Her other hand found a breast, tweaking, and pinching the aroused nipple her other hand moving faster in and out and across her pussy. Her head tilting back, thrusting her breasts forward as the tension built deep inside her. It was different this time something primal like nothing she had felt before. Starting deep in the core of her being and expanding outward in wave after wave of rapture, her body beginning to move in rhythm to some ancient dance. Still her orgasm caught her unawares so incredible were the sensations leading up to when it exploded through her. She sat unmoving for several minutes completely drained by the experience. She cleaned herself up. Deciding that the thong was not doing much good she shoved it in her purse. She checked herself in the mirror and headed eagerly back to the table. Lee entered the restroom, looking for an empty stall. A urinal was out of the question in his current condition. Pulling down his pants he sat down on the toilet gazing at his throbbing cock. He couldn't believe how excited he was his cock felt bigger than it ever had before. Without thinking he began moving his hand up and down the throbbing rigid shaft. His thoughts were locked on Ingrid, her face, her seductive smile, her pink tongue wetting her lips, and her eyes gazing into his. He could almost feel her hard nipples crushing against his chest and the muscled firmness of her ass when he squeezed it with his hands. He could feel his orgasm building deep inside his balls, his shaft growing harder and longer reacting to his stroking hand. He could feel her pussy thrusting up against his cock as they danced and the heavenly sensation as he thrust it against her ass. He grunted hard as he went over the edge, his body rigid the throbbing shaft forcing jet after jet of cum into the air. It hit the door and slid down to the floor in a large white puddle. He collapsed, gazing at the mess, his cock going limp in his hand. Leaning over he cleaned himself and the floor up. His underwear was soaked where his cocked had leaked while they danced. He took them off and dropped them the trash as he washed up. A quick glance in the mirror and he headed back to the table. Lee arrived before Ingrid did and took another moment to calm him self down. Even after bringing himself to orgasm in the restroom he was still very excited. He finished his drink in one long swallow and motioned to the waitress for another. Ingrid got back to the table just as the waitress did. The waitress gave her a long look as if aware of what she had been doing in the restroom. They continued to flirt and chat as they finished their drinks. Then the lead singer announced last call. Startled Lee looked at his watch, 1:30am! How had the night gone by so fast? "Come on, Ingrid. Let's finish the night on the dance floor." She nodded in agreement and together they made their way on to the floor. It was still crowded and the lights were dim. Their dancing had taken on a new tone though, closer, harder. They rubbed against each other constantly. He held her tight as she rubbed her pussy up and down his thigh his hands holding and squeezing her ass. Back and forth they moved, his hard cock rubbing across her pussy or up and down the valley of her ass. Her breasts rubbed hard against his chest and once against his back as she danced behind him, thrusting her pussy against his ass and rubbing one hand up and down his hard cock. He was excited beyond comprehension, his entire being focused on the beautiful woman dancing with him. The band announced its last song, a slow number. The lights dimmed and the strobes flicked on, adding a surreal quality to the dance. He held her close this time one hand sliding underneath her skirt, fondling her ass. He paused for a moment when his hand found nothing but bare skin under her skirt. He held her tighter one, the one hand slipping down the valley of her ass searching for her sweet pussy. He found it, wet, hot and swollen. He felt rather than heard her moan as he slipped a finger inside her thrusting it slowly in and out in time with the slow throbbing beat of the music. She leaned against him her hands locked around his neck, holding him close as his finger explored her excited pussy. His rock hard cock was throbbing in his pants aching to find its way into her. He continued to finger her, managing to unzip his pants with the other hand. He could feel her breathing hard, her hot breath against his chest. He lifted her skirt and guided his cock toward her hot pussy. She seemed unaware of what was happening concentrating only on his finger moving inside her. He removed his finger and she whimpered. "No, no, don't stop, make me cum. I need to cum, fuck me with your finger!" she hissed. Instead he placed the head of his iron cock at the entrance to her depths and thrust hard, driving his throbbing member deep into her. She gasped. "Oh yes, oh god yes, fuck me with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out softly. He moved both hands under her skirt, gripping her ass fiercely as he drove is raging cock into her. She thrust back, leaning away holding him tight around his neck to keep from falling back. He grunted hard her pussy squeezing him tightly, a velvet lined sheath made just for his steel cock. She writhed against him to the beat of the music, thrusting and squeezing the cock that was fucking into her. Her clit felt enormous where it slammed into his pelvis. She thrust faster as the itchy goodness began to overwhelm her. It started again, that primal orgasm growing in the very depths of her pussy, building at the spot where his cock hit bottom, growing with each powerful thrust inside her. The music played on his cock thrusting and throbbing to the heady beat. She felt him go completely rigid, his jaw clenching to keep from crying out on the crowded floor. She felt the big cock pulsing inside her as she squeezed, could almost feel the hot streams of cum filling her, infusing her with his essence. Her own orgasm burst upon her as his cum filled her. She bucked and writhed, cumming on the meaty cock. Her juices mingling with his, sagging against each other shocked at what their bodies had achieved. He slipped some tissues into her hand as he withdrew his cock from her swollen pussy. She slipped them inside her pussy trying to hold back the flood of juices that threatened to spill out. Their clothes were straightened out in a few moments just as the song ended and the lights came on full force. They blinked at each other like a pair of owls in the unexpected light, smiling all the while. "So you think you might want to go dancing with me again?" he asked. "I think I would like that a lot, but maybe a more private club next time," she replied a twinkle in her eyes.

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Title: Suprising Daddy 3 by Bronwyn Rose Tags: Canine, Incest, M/F, Pregnancy, Series Mark sighed as he finally saw the lights of his home town come into view. Only a few more miles and he would be at home again. He had enjoyed the last year of college, would even miss the few friends he had made while there. Yet he was also was glad to be home. He had missed his dad and sister, especially his sister. He had never, and probably would never, tell anyone this, but he had always loved seeing his little sister walking around in her thin nightgowns. The clinging material had shown off every curve of her slight little preteen, then teen, figure. He couldn't wait to see how her figure had blossomed over the time he had been away. Mark turned down the last road and parked in front of the house. The stuff he had brought with him could wait till the morning to be unloaded; he thought as he got out and made his way towards the kitchen door. Deciding to make it a surprise, he didn't call out a welcoming as he opened the door. He closed it quietly and stepped into the house, stopping at the sudden, and unmistakable, sounds of people pleasuring each other. He made his way slowly through the kitchen, then down the hallway towards his dad's bedroom. The door was open, but he still hung back in the shadows, his mind going blank at what he saw. Kim, his now sixteen year old sister, was lying on her back, her largely pregnant belly thrusting up again and again with the motion of her hips. Her delicate paws and fingers were splayed over breasts that looked to have grown from slight bumps into larger, obviously milk swollen, orbs. Lengthy, if still slightly gangly, legs were spread wide, giving his father room to bury his head between her luscious thighs. Kim moaned and squeezed her breasts slightly, making the milky liquid filling them leek out of the two pert nipples and drip down the slopes of her round breasts into her soft chest fur. He had such an urge to lick his tongue over those twin orbs, to see exactly what that milk tasted like. As he stood watching, Kim's small body began to writhe in the throes of passion and climax. He could feel the heat of his own arousal spreading through his body and shaft, making it harden and press painfully against his pants. Moving on its own, his paw slid down over his length, then back up to slip into his pants to free his now aching shaft. Now bare, his palm stroked over his sensitive shaft ripping a moan from his throat. Kim lazily turned her head and smiled at the beautiful sight in the hallway. There stood her older brother, back against the wall for support, his gorgeous long cock in his hand, eyes glued to her naked body. She motioned him into the room, murring at the things their father was doing with his tongue. Dad looked up as Marks weight settled on the bed, and smiled as his sons fingers trailed lightly over the round belly in front of them. Dad smiled and lowered back down, running his tongue over the folds of Kim's dripping sex. His teeth gently grazed the nub of her clit making her arch off the bed as his tongue delved deep into her dripping cunny. Mark ran his hands from her swollen belly up to her swollen breasts. They felt so hard and full to his touch, and when he pinched the nipple gently with his fingers, fresh milk oozed out. His mind was so gone; he couldn't have stopped himself if he had wanted as he bent to catch the drip of milk on his tongue. The first taste was like a drop of water to a dying man. He latched his lips onto the breast, tongue flicking over the nipple, and suckled like a babe. The groan of pleasure from his sister had his heart racing and groaning in return. With his body and paws moving of their own accord, he shifted his position, slipping his cloths from his slim and muscular frame, only barely noticing as his father's position changed to be kneeling and suckling on the other breast. When all of his cloths had been tossed carelessly to the floor he lowered himself down and, while still suckling, slid his hand between her legs and slid his finger deep between the folds of her sex. She arched and moaned, loving the touching. His hard shaft rubbed against her thigh as she moved, bringing her attention back to his need. She exchanged a whispered conversation with Dad then, with a grin, pushed Mark onto his back, being sure to shove a pillow under his firm and tasty ass. She ran her paws down his shaft, fingers finding sensitive places to drive him mad before she moved to straddle his hips. She was wet from before so his shaft slid in deep with no resistance making them both groan. Mark grabbed her hips and thrust himself up hard, filling her completely and making her shudder. They moved together a few times till she slowed the pace. Dad had moved around behind her and was slowly spreading lube over his own hard throbbing shaft, then around her tight hot tail star. Occasionally his massaging fingers would slip down and tease across his sons balls and where his shaft impaled his daughter. Mark shivered, trying to push deeper inside Kim's dripping body, but Kim held him hostage, not letting either of them move while she waited for Dad. After about a minute more, Dad pushed Kim down a little from behind, then moved up to her. Mark lay, holding his breath, feeling every movement as Dad's shaft slowly parted her tail star. Groans sounded from all three as they each felt the fullness and tightness of Kim's soft cunny. When Dad was buried deep inside the two men began to move, pushing Kim's body back and forth between them. Soon their rhythm gained speed and force. Marks lips opened as he saw one of Kim's pert nipples bob past his face, catching it in his mouth and suckled hard, nipping gently with his teeth to make her cry out with pleasure. Kim's soft paw caressed down Marks hips, touching him to urge him on. He raised his paws from their grips on the sheets and let them slide up her arms and down her body, resting one on her tight ass and moving the other up to caress at her free and bouncing breast. Dad's fingers dug gently into Kim's hips helping him to thrust deeper and harder into his daughter's sweet and tight ass. She opened her mouth and let out a long low moan before sucking in a gasping breath only to cry out again with pleasure. Her whole body had gotten very sensitive with the pregnancy, and having both shafts inside, as well as all of the touches of fingers and fur, was making her lose control of herself fast. They were all getting close to climaxing as they continued to thrust back and forth. The only sounds in the room were a mixture of panting moans and the soft slurp of Kim's ass and cunny being pounced harder and faster. Then suddenly, Kim stiffened, eyes popping open as she threw back her head and screamed her pleasure. Her muscles clamped hard around both shafts, squeezing and milking her father and brother. The gripping climax was too much for both men, and with equally loud roars of pleasure, they climaxed together. Both shafts pumped Jen's small body full with hot cum until, panting and spent, they all fell to the side, still tied together. Mark shifted a little till he lay more comfortably; not wanting to press to hard against the baby snuggled happily in its womb. He closed his eyes for a moment and felt her soft lips brush against his throat. With a smile he curled his arm around to first give her a soft squeeze then to rest lightly on his side. He opened his eyes at the soft sound of her sleeping and looked into Dad's eyes, smiling at him. "Well, now. That was one hell of a welcome home, Pops." "Yeah, that it was, "he said, then hesitated a moment. "I am sorry we didn't tell you. " "Tell me what? About the baby? Or about the fact that the baby is yours?" His dad looked a little sheepish and shrugged, "Both. I guess we were kind of afraid of your reaction. I mean, this is not exactly the normal thing for a family. But the question of whether or not you would find it disgusting has just been answered." Mark rested his hand on Kim's full belly and smiled when the baby inside gave a happy kick in response. "No, Dad, I find it wonderful. Is it ok if I continue college here in town? I don't want to leave you and Kim again." "Sure son," he said softly before bending and kissing Mark gently on the forehead, "Stay forever if you like."

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Title: 48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 04: Autumn Tags: slave, submission, forced orgasm, erotic poker game, psychological dependence Immediately after the auction from Part 1: She tearfully held out her panties. The man took them and stepped close to Autumn's face. "Open your mouth." As she complied, he stuffed the pink underwear in, leaving a scrap hanging out. His look told her she should not spit them out. He grabbed her hand and started toward the hall. Autumn struggled to keep up in her heels as every eye in the room followed her. Very aroused, as were all the men on the deck, her buyer walked bent over as he pulled her along. As he spotted their cabin, he threw open the door and pulled her in. "Inspection!" Autumn stood tall and placed her hands behind her neck. She was trembling. He walked around her, grunting as he moved. He felt her backside. She twitched. "Hold still!" he said in a menacing voice. He continued his manual inspection, running his fingers over her breasts and belly. He grazed Autumn's bare mound. "Good. Albert always does exceptional work." He continued, running a finger along her slit. She went up on her toes. A small sound escaped her lips. "Good. Even against your will, you are excited. Nod your head if you are on birth control." As she nodded, he pointed behind her. "Get on the bed, position three! Quickly!" She hesitated for a moment as the command sank in, then moved to a face-down position. She parted her legs. He rapped the back of his hand on her inner thigh. Her legs moved wider. The sound of rustling clothing was followed quickly by the feel of his penis parting her pussy. She screamed into the panties to no avail. The auction had been arousing for all the men. He took command of her and pumped rapidly and fully. Before long, he was grunting his ejaculation into Autumn. "Good. Now get those shoes off and get in the shower. You are sweaty." She gingerly walked into the bathroom. She had just adjusted the water when he stepped in the room and snapped his fingers. Autumn looked up to see if he wanted her to get on the floor, but he twirled his finger, telling her to hurry. He stepped in the tub with her and closed the curtain. He reached up to take the panties from her mouth. "You will learn to serve me. Others will answer your questions. Now, wash me quickly but gently. Do you understand?" Without waiting, he turned away from her. "Uh, yes S-sir." She began soaping his back. He turned to let her wash his face, chest and arms. With a hand on her shoulder, he bid her to kneel. Moving up from his feet, she came face to face with his semi-hard penis. She knew what would happen next. Moments after lightly soaping his privates, he was rock hard again. Autumn looked up at him and opened her mouth. "No. I can't trust you yet. Use your hands." He handed her a shampoo bottle. She had never masturbated a man before, but wrapped her hands around his manhood and started pumping him. Presently, he put his hands on the wall and began moving his hips. "Harder. Faster! Ahhh ahhh mmmm uh uh uh." He kept thrusting for a moment then stood up. "Good. Wash yourself and find something to wear. Regular shoes. Bring those heels. I like them. We will leave shortly." "Yes, Sir." Twenty minutes later, wearing someone else's skirt and blouse, heels dangling from her hand, Autumn found herself aboard a smaller boat, seated in a dark cabin. He put his finger to his lips. In a short while, another couple entered the cabin. The man maneuvered the woman into a chair and walked out. The woman peered out from her hood. It was Lisa! Recognition dawned in both captive women. Autumn thought, "She was sold, too! Serves her right after what she did to us." She wanted to scream at her, but a man standing in the doorway made her hesitate. The most Autumn could muster for the next hour was a scornful stare. Her Owner kept a tight grip on her arm as they left the boat. She could see two black limos in a parking lot. As Autumn was directed toward one, she sensed movement behind her. As Lisa passed on the left, she turned her head and mouthed, "I'm sorry" to Autumn. The man yanked her arm to the side and they moved off to the other limo. Once inside their limo, her Owner pointed. "Kneel here, close to me." She sank to the floor and began to spread her legs. "No, you may relax here in the car. Hold on to my leg." Autumn tucked her legs and lightly put her hands on his calf. "Good." He reached up to flip on a reading light and looked at a sheet of paper. He smiled. "This is your Assessment from the auction. Before I let you read it, I want to caution you: I'm expecting you to live up to every word on it, and much more. You were rather expensive, my dear. I'm a businessman and I expect a superb return on my investment." Autumn looked up at him. She shuddered as she remembered Albert and his men on Blue Bayou. Peter giving her that horrible spanking at the rail. She could still feel it. Lisa inspecting her like a piece of meat and making her come right there. An image of the auction, working her panties down her legs, flashed in her mind. Tears flowed on her cheeks. "Yes, cry. It is the lot of women to cry. Your tears are cleansing, so I will wait." He put his fingers in her hair and pulled her to his knee. The salty tears from two days of shock and humiliation stained his trouser leg. Long moments passed as the car sped along on a bumpy road. Autumn's sobs slowed and then stopped. He waited. "Do you want to read this?" A small hand reached up to take the document. "Answer me!" "Yes, Sir." "Look at me. From this point on, you will address me as 'Master.' Do you have any doubt I am your Master?" He heard a weak, choking voice: "No, M-master." "Good." He handed the sheet to her. She had to hold it over his lap to see in the light. Name: Autumn Ellis, 24 Profession: Accountant; Interests: Photography Nationality: American Hair: Dk blonde; Weight: 123 Height: 5-5; Measure: 34-27-35 Tits: C cup Ass: Excellent. Legs: Excellent. Feet: Good Tattoos, marks: None Response: Strong orgasm under stress Positions: Knows 1, 2, 3 Notes: New to shaving. Recv'd 1 hard hand spanking. Score: 8 of 10 -- Highest in the group. She handed back the paper. She thought, "One line about my career, and the rest about my body." Autumn was mortified. "What kind of men are these people?" Her head slumped to the seat. "This can't be happening." "If you are respectful, I wish to hear your thoughts." "M-master, I-I'm working on a Master's degree! I am an intelligent woman! How can this be about my legs?" He looked at the dark window for a moment. "I may find some use for your skills in my businesses, but I have chosen you to serve me. That will require not only your pretty legs, but every part of your body and mind. You will learn to anticipate my needs. You will learn what a glance or a snap of my fingers means. This will require all of your intelligence. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Look at me and answer in in a way that shows your intelligence." Her eyes found his impassive face. "M-master, I will try to learn to s-service your needs." "Good. Now, I will call to see to your accommodations." \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ The limo slowed and maneuvered to a halt. As the door opened, He said, "Come, my dear. We are home. Don't forget those heels." She slid across the seat at his hand. The moon was still high in the sky, but bright lights marked a nearby object. As she focused, a gasp escaped her lips. It was a yacht, much larger than Blue Bayou! A man was waiting at the top of the stairs. "Welcome back, Sir. We are ready to depart on your word." "Thank you, Captain. Please escort my companion below and give this to Miriam." A blush formed as Autumn realized that it was her Assessment. "This way, Miss." The Captain inserted a key in a panel on an elevator. As they descended to a lower deck, he smiled "Enjoy your stay. Please tell Miss Miriam if you need anything." A tall woman waited at an open door a short way down the hall. "You may give this to Miriam yourself." His voice had turned from polite to blunt in an instant. He handed the folded paper to her. "Miss Miriam, the Master's friend here will introduce herself. I have pressing duties." "Thank you, Captain. Always a pleasure to see you." She directed Autumn into the room and closed the door. "Welcome aboard. We will not waste time on pleasantries. You will address me as Miss, or Miss Miriam. Can you follow directions?" "Uhhh, yes, Miss." "We shall see. What is on that paper?" "Ummm, these are notes, uhhh, f-from my uhh..." "Your sale? Speak up!" Autumn started to sniffle. "Yes, Miss." "Your first direction is to answer me in sentences whenever possible." She waited. "Y-yes, this paper is from my sale, Miss." "You will tell me what is on your paper in full sentences. But first, let's get you out of those horrible clothes. Hold the paper in your teeth and strip. There is a trash can over there." A few tears rolled down to stain the paper in her mouth as she unbuttoned the blouse and drew off her skirt and sneakers. She stood naked before Miriam and unfolded the sheet. "Proceed. No, wait. Where did you get those shoes?" "He, ahh, Master liked them." She was shivering. "Put them on and properly introduce yourself." The heels added to her embarrassment. "Uhh, my name is Autumn Ellis. I am 24 years old. My profession is Accounting and my interest is Photography. I am an American. My hair is blonde and I weigh 123 pounds. I am 5 foot 5 inches tall." She stopped. Her feet moved into a pigeon-toe. "Are you finished?" "N-no, Miss. This is so hard!" Her voice squeaked. "You will learn to be proud of your body. Take a deep breath and proceed!" After a loud sigh, Autumn started again. "My measurements are 34-27-35. M-m-my tits are a C cup. My ass is — oooh please!" She put her hands up to her face. Miriam stepped closer and waited. "You are abusing my patience!" Autumn brought the paper back down. "M-my ass and legs are excellent. My feet are good." "Wait, what? Your feet? Sit down and show me your feet." Autumn slipped her shoes off and held up her left foot. Miriam briefly took it in her hand. "You're feet are fine. Proceed." She stood back up, now completely naked. "I have no tattoos or marks. Uhh, I-I had, umm, an orgasm under stress." "Explain." "Miss, please!" Miriam waited. "Ummm, a lady was checking me to see if I had shaved. S-she kept rubbing around. I couldn't help it!" Tears began anew. "Very interesting! What else do you have there?" "Uh, I know p-positions 1, 2, and 3..." Miriam cut in. "Show me what you call 1, 2, 3. Put the paper back in your mouth." A look of anguish played over Autumn's face, but she gripped the paper between her teeth and placed her hands behind her head. "Ah, yes, here we would call it 'stand.' Very good. No. 2?" Autumn's body stayed upright as she sank into the kneel position. "Cross your wrists behind you and spread your knees wider. Shaving is like removing a mask from there. You can smile in two places! No. 3?" Autumn bent to face the floor. Tears. Her hips rose. "Widen your knees. Look back at your lover." Miriam knelt behind her. "I'll be checking your shaving, too." Miriam's hand roamed around Autumn's spread crotch. A finger dipped into the slit. "Hmmm, orgasm under stress huh? How about another one?" "Please, Miss! No!" "Well, it's not your choice, dearie." Miriam worked her fingers in and out. She lightly tugged and circled. She could feel a swelling. "Ahh, please, Miss! Uhhhnn." Autumn began panting. "No!" Miriam stopped. "As you wish, dear. Now get up and finish your list." Autumn slowly got to her feet. A blush was spreading from her neck down to her breasts, almost to her rigid nipples. She reached up for the paper. "Wait! What are you going to do about the mess you made on my fingers?" Miss Miriam held her hand inches from Autumn's mouth. She could smell herself on Miriam's hand. Autumn shuffled her feet and looked at the floor. She was still out of breath. "Ummm, I'm going to l-lick them off, Miss?" Miriam waited. Autumn haltingly drew the wet fingers into her mouth, cleaning each one. "Thank you. Proceed." She raced through the final notes. "I'm new to shaving, and I got one hard hand spanking. My score was 8 of 10, the highest" She hung her head in misery. Miriam opened a closet door and took a long silk robe from a hook. "Here. Put this on and I'll take you to your room. I am pleased with you. We will continue tomorrow." Autumn found an array of food in her room. She nibbled on fruit and downed some water, trying to erase the taste in her mouth. She decided to take a shower and brush her teeth. The room was nearly identical to the cabins on Blue Bayou, perhaps a little larger. She found a nightgown in a drawer. She found no underwear, but slipped the gown on and fell into a deep sleep. The sound of a soft bell brought her awake in the morning. Her first foggy thoughts were of a bad dream. As her eyes opened, she looked around the room and felt the motion of the yacht. "Oh my god, this is real!" Two feelings rose to the top: hunger and the need to pee. She padded to the bathroom while her accountant's mind formed a list. "What do I know? I'm a prisoner on a boat. I'll have to have sex with a man called 'Master.' I have to answer to a domineering woman, Miriam. Being naked is normal here." "What don't I know? Is there a possible escape? Where are we going? What..." The sound of the door interrupted her list. She hurried back to the bedroom. A beautiful woman in a kitchen apron stood there holding a tray of food. "Good morning. Here is your breakfast. Miss M will be here in about 30 minutes." "Umm, I'm Autumn. What is your name?" "Rosemary. I can't talk much right now. We will get to know each other as the days pass." "Please, just tell me what I've gotten into! What's going to happen?" "I know this is hard, sweetie. Just do what they tell you. I have to go." "Do you work in the kitchen?" "It's the galley, and I am there this week. We all take turns doing the shit work. Cooking, cleaning, whatever. I will tell you one more thing: We really can't become friends, because we are in a kind of competition with each other. You'll find out soon enough." Rosemary turned to leave. Autumn watched her turn and noticed that Rosemary was wearing blue panties and nothing else under the apron. A feeling of shame came over her as she realized that her first thought was: "Excellent ass." She began eating. Miriam entered without knocking. "When I approach you, you will undress, gracefully kneel and wait for instructions." Autumn put her fork down and pushed the straps off her shoulders. As she stood, the gown slid to the floor. She assumed the familiar position. "Have you bathed this morning?" "No, Miss Miriam, I showered last night." "Starting today, take a quick bath at night if you wish, but always shower in the morning. I want you clean and sweet smelling. Take care of your bathroom needs and then clean well between your legs." "Yes, Miss, I will be clean in the mornings." "Now, put on the robe and follow me. Wait. First, brush your teeth." Miriam took her charge to a cabin door. Inside, Autumn saw a man in a chair, fully dressed. It was the Captain. "Drop your robe and kneel." She slid the robe off and sank to a wide kneel, wrists crossed behind her. "We have to get ready for the poker game. Have you ever given what you crudely call a 'blow job'?" "Yes, Miss." Miriam cleared her throat and waited. "Uhhh, yes, Miss Miriam, I have given blow jobs." "Good. You are to show me your skills with the Captain. Crawl to him and begin. He may have instructions for you." Autumn dropped to her hands and moved to the Captain. She hesitated. "Unfasten his pants and pull them over his knees." Autumn's hands moved to open his belt, unsnap the clasp, and work the zipper. The Captain's dick sprang free, already partly erect. Autumn hesitated again. "Get busy, dearie." Autumn took the head gently in her mouth. She began licking around the top, then along the rapidly increasing length. The Captain swiveled his hips upward and pointed. His balls soon felt a warm tongue bathing and separating them. He was now fully erect and Autumn moved back to the head, beginning a bobbing motion. Her right hand went to his shaft. She remembered masturbating the Master in the shower. She began a lively motion. The Captain starting grunting and soon exploded. He put a hand on the back of her head as a signal to keep going. As he softened, she stopped moving. Miriam said, "Politeness requires that you swallow and then clean him." Autumn could only nod, as her mouth was full of Captain. She began licking along the length of the shaft, cleaning the drops she had lost during Captain's climax. The Captain said, "OK." She moved to pull up his pants, but he was starting to stand, so she knelt upright as he dressed himself. He reached in his pocket and handed her a few poker chips. He turned. "Miriam, she was very good for a newcomer." "Thank you, Captain, for giving us your valuable time! Autumn?" Autumn, red-faced and breathy, sheepishly looked at the man. "Yes, thank you, Captain, for y-your t-time." He turned to go. "All in a day's work, ladies, all in a day's work." "Fetch your robe. It's time to talk." Miriam sat in the chair as Autumn knelt on the floor. "You may relax. You did an excellent job just now. I am very pleased." Miriam carefully watched Autumn's face, looking for little signs of pride at the compliment. She saw a hint of a smile and a brightening of the eyes. She thought, "Good, she is beginning to bond. She will soon see me as her protector, even if I'm punishing her." "How many chips did he give you?" Autumn looked at her hand. "Four, Miss, ummm, he gave me four chips." "My dear! That's the most he has ever given! You really made him happy!" Again, she looked for the signs. Autumn brightened up and sat straighter. Miriam thought, "Humiliation and praise, the magic pair." "Miss, what are they for?" Her voice was squeaky. "My dear, they are your reward for obedience and enthusiasm. You will pay for your meals with them. One meal, one chip. In fact, I need one now, for your breakfast." Autumn opened her hand and offered up the chip with a confused look. She quickly closed her fist on the rest and moved her arm to her back. Miriam smiled at her show of possession. "When you are with the Master or his guests, you will receive chips based on your performance. You will probably not be getting four chips often. You might get two or three. If you are servicing more than one person, you can earn chips from each one." She let this sink in for a moment. "Your face tells me you have a question. Please ask." "Uh, Miss, what if I d-don't have enough chips to eat?" "Dear, as a newcomer, I will always make sure you have something to eat. However, all the girls here are trying to earn enough for extras beside meals. You will want some makeup and perfume. The girls always want to wear panties, which are five chips." Autumn remembered Rosemary and her blue panties. She looked at the floor. "Now, when you are a regular and you are not earning enough chips, it may be time for a session. Don't think about that right now. I need to tell you about the poker game tomorrow." "Every Friday, Master has a poker game with friends and business associates. He has a special table for this. Two girls will be hiding under the table. During the game, each man will give a signal. He may uncross his legs, or clear his throat. We don't use the term 'blow job' here. We simply call it 'head.'" "You must wait for this signal, then quickly move to him and perform as you did a few minutes ago. You will have a damp cloth to help clean him. Pull his pants back up. He will usually take over as you get to his knees. He will drop a few chips on the floor for you. Unless he is unhappy with you — or if he is losing!" Miriam smiled at her look of concern. "Remember, you still have another man to service. Use the cloth to clean your face and get ready for the signal." "Autumn, I need you do this tomorrow. I don't want you to freak out under the table." "Yes, Miss Miriam." "Answer in a way which shows you fully understand." "Miss, I will try to do what you want by giving head at a poker game." "All right. I was expecting to spend a couple hours improving your technique, but four chips have earned you some time in your room til lunch. Later, I'll show you the poker table." \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ Time passed quickly. The poker game was about to start. The two girls crouched on a mat under the large table. Each was wearing a short nightie. It was short enough for Autumn to notice in the dim light that the other girl was wearing white panties. She whispered, "I'm Autumn. Have you done this before?" "Linda. Yes, this happens every week. You're the new one?" "Yes. How do you get underwear around here?" "It's all chips, sweetie and this is a good place to get them. How many do you have?" "Three right now. But I need food. How much does a bra cost?" "You can't get a bra, only panties, and you'll need more than one pair or you'll need to wash them every night." A chair scraped on the floor and a man's legs appeared. Linda gave a 'shh' sign. Soon, four chairs were full. Noises of the game drifted under the table. The girls strained to hear every sound. Fifteen minutes into the game, they heard a small cough. Autumn watched as Linda went into action. She started rubbing the man's legs, working upwards. She reached up to undo his belt and soon had his pants lowered. Autumn heard two light knocks right above her head. "Oh god, I'm up," she thought. She ran her hand over his crotch on the way to his belt. He jumped a little. As his pants descended, a sharp odor hit her nose. It was a familiar male smell, but far stronger than she had ever encountered. Fighting back revulsion, she recalled Miriam's words: "Don't freak out!" She remembered the chips. Trying not to breathe, Autumn set about her task. She started with little laps on the soft head. She took the head in, swirling her tongue. The taste was salty, but not as bad as the smell. As the penis started to swell, she realized that she had to breathe. She took in a breath and exhaled through her mouth, releasing a hot breeze over his rod. He stiffened in his chair, evidently in pleasure. Autumn took this as encouragement and started bobbing in earnest. Remembering the Captain, she gently massaged his sac. His little noises told her he was getting close. She started a rapid movement on the head and added a stroking motion with her hand. His legs soon stiffened, and she heard short grunts as he pumped his load. Autumn was no stranger to 'head,' and she always marveled at how helpless a man seemed during these moments. "One down!" she thought. She reached for the cloth to clean him. She thought, "How can I get the most chips?" This was somewhat like a waitress flirting for a higher tip. No, it was exactly that. She heard Linda working on the third player. She gently picked up the soft penis and wiped it. As an added 'flirt,' she gave him a soft lingering kiss on the head. Autumn felt a nudge from Linda's foot. The last man must be ready! She hurried over to him, not knowing her chip count from 'smelly.' She felt a measure of confidence from her first encounter and soon she was bobbing on his shaft. Thankfully, he was clean. He was already rock hard before she touched him. She thought it might be from the grunts and groans around the table, not to mention the mental image of women under the table. Two chips landed near her knee. It was over. She turned to see Linda pointing at the carpet. There were three chips. The girls gathered at the center and began softly whispering. Linda: "We never touch each other's chips. How many did you get?" "Thank you. Five." "That's good! I got six." Autumn, faintly: "One of those guys smelled so bad I almost barfed!" "Yeah, he has been here before, but he's not a regular." "So it wasn't the Master?" "No! Master is very particular about that." "Oh, that's right. I had to wash him all over before we got here." "Yeah, he loves that! Did you have to suck him off?" "Almost. I used my hand. What do we do now?" "We wait until the game is over unless he calls us out. Then, we'll have to parade around." Autumn's eyes went wide, but following Linda's lead, she curled up on the mat to wait. Twenty minutes later came the dreaded words: "Girls, come out where we can have a look at you." Linda pointed, indicating that they should exit on opposite sides. Autumn headed away from 'smelly man.' As they stood, Autumn followed Linda's lead and placed her hands behind her neck. Across the table, she looked for her pungent player. She caught him looking directly at her with a smile on his face. She looked away. He knew. She knew. "Girls, face away from us for a moment. We want to see even more of you." Linda turned and pulled her nightie up and off. Then she hooked her fingers in the band of her panties and with a wiggle, pushed them to the floor. Autumn remained still. "Oh, I forgot that we have a new girl. Autumn, please remove your top and turn back." As she sheepishly drew the garment off and turned, she saw Linda back in the 'stand' position and followed suit. Their breasts and bare pussies caused a murmur of appreciative comments among the players. "Thank you. You are lovely. Now, we have all heard the expression, 'a chip on the shoulder.' Each of us will put one chip on each of our shoulders. You will go around the table and give each of us a deep kiss. You may then pick up one chip with your mouth. Please begin." Linda moved first, leaning around the first man's neck. She licked around his lips before plunging in. Autumn's first player was the Master. She kissed around his neck, reaching his mouth with a slow, wet caress. She picked up the chip with her lips and moved to the next man. Linda tenderly dragged her nipples across her next man's neck. She nuzzled in his ear and moved around for the kiss. Autumn's next pushed his chair back and pulled her into his lap. He gave her a rough, bruising kiss, then turned his head away. Autumn collected her chip and moved to her third, 'Mr. Smelly.' She tried to smile, but her lip curled and her nose wrinkled as she bent to his face. "Hello, cutie!" His breath washed over her as a blast from a sewer. She bravely made contact and made an effort at a kiss. After a moment that seemed like an hour, she parted with him to pick up her chip. It wasn't there! A small panic gripped her as she stood. Master's voice brought her back to attention. "Autumn! You have one more guest." "Y-yes, M-master." She moved to the last man to try her best, but she was nervous. She finished her kiss in tears. The chip was still there, however, and she gratefully retrieved it. The Master dismissed them with a wave. Linda left her gown on the floor, so Autumn did as well. Apparently, leaving was part of the show. They entered the hallway. Miriam stood there, a frown on her face. "We will speak in the morning. Good night." It was obvious which girl she was addressing. Some distance down the hall, Linda whispered, "You have do everything they want. You can't hold back! But I feel for you, honey. That guy was a pig!" Even before breakfast, Miriam was in Autumn's room. "You know why I'm here. Talk to me!" "Um-mm, Miss, he was filthy. H-he smelled so bad! I'm sorry." "Autumn, do you think you have the right to tell a guest he smells?" She began to sob. "No, Miss Miriam! I tried so hard! I licked him and kissed him!" "The kiss didn't turn out so well, did it? Why do you think he took the chip back?" "Uhhh, his breath hit me and I must have backed off a little. Pleeease believe me!" "Oh, I do believe you, my dear. That is why you and I are going to have our first session." Autumn melted into the bed in tears. "Listen. Because you did so well until that point, I will go easy on you this time. Now, get up and remove your gown." Before that last rotten kiss, Autumn was planning to buy a pair of panties. Now, she stood at attention, naked once more. "Put your hands on the wall right here and don't move." This left her somewhat bent over. "Spread your legs." She inched her bare feet sideways. Miriam produced a bullet-shaped object. "Some people call this a rabbit. Here. Get it wet with your mouth." Autumn took the thing with one hand and began licking it. She noticed a protrusion on the side. "Now, push that button." The thing came to life. "Work that into yourself. I am giving you the rabbit because it will shorten the session for you. You will thank me." "Uhh, Thank you..." She began pushing. "Not now, dear. After. I will swat you with this rod, and I will keep swatting you until you come all over your rabbit. Understand?" "Yes, Miss. Uh, I... Owww! Owww! Please!" The rod made a deep stinging sensation. She couldn't help but reach back to her ass. This earned a swat across her wrist. "Ahhh!" At this point, the rabbit slipped out onto the floor. She bent to retrieve it and received another swat. "Owww!" "You better move that thing!" Miriam waited until the rabbit was home again. Autumn started pumping it and moving her hips. Each swat made her jump, increasing her hip movement. "Owww! Ahhh!" Yet something inside was stirring. "Ow!" The next few swats were lighter and farther apart. Autumn had time to bring the buzz to her clit. "Ow!" She brought both hands to the rabbit. Miriam could always gauge a girl's arousal. Another light swat. "Owww, please!" Autumn was bouncing up and down. The little protrusion was doing its job. Sensing the point of no return, Miriam carefully put the rod up between Autumn's legs, touching the rabbit. The rod vibrated all along its length, sending her over the edge. She gasped and grunted, ending in a scream. "Ahhhh! Ohhhh! God! No-no. Ahhhh!" Autumn dropped the device and grabbed her crotch, stopping the infernal rod. Miriam helped her onto the bed and waited. Autumn's chest was blotched with red spots. Her nipples were hard, almost throbbing. Her breathing slowed. Miriam brought the sheet around her shoulders. "My dear, I will always help you and protect you from injury during a session. Always. Now rest for a while. Are you all right?" Autumn drew a deep breath. "Yes, Miss Miriam. Th-thank you for not umm, injuring me." The stinging on her ass did not fade nearly as fast as the orgasm. "You will use the bathroom, wash the rabbit, and come back to tell me why you forced me into a session." Autumn gingerly moved to the bathroom. When she returned, she handed the rabbit to Miriam. "Oh, and you have to pay for your session. Three chips, please." The unfairness of paying for your own whipping washed over her. She found her stash of chips on the bed and handed three over. Miriam waited. "Miss, I was spanked because I couldn't handle the smell of that man. I'm sorry! I will try my best to not let it happen again." "Autumn, you must always do what is expected of you, and you must not hesitate for any reason. Do you understand?" Through tears, she mumbled, "Yes, Miss." In a lighter voice, Miriam asked, "How many chips do you have?" Autumn looked at the bed. "Eight, Miss Miriam. I have eight." "Besides food, what do you want?" "Panties, Miss. I want a pair of panties." Her voice was sounding like a little girl. "What color?" "Uh, What color? Umm, I liked Linda's white ones." "Sleep now, dear. I'll see you in the morning." She kissed Autumn on the cheek and left. Autumn was already up when the morning bell sounded. She was slightly awakened by the sound and light of the door opening and closing. By the time she sat up, the room was nearly dark again. She noticed a reflection on the table. It was a pair of white panties! She held them up, then pulled them on almost in one motion. As daylight filtered in the window, Miriam opened the door to see Autumn prancing around the room in her nightie. "Oh! Thank you, Miss Miriam!" She ran up to hug and kiss her on her face. Miriam was not fond of this behavior, but she realized it signified that her psychological domination of Autumn was nearly complete. "Show me, dear!" Autumn lifted the gown high and danced around the room on tiptoes, almost unaware that her breasts were bouncing around with each step. "Let me get the chips! I'll go hungry this week." "No, sweetie, they are a gift. I told you I will always take care of you. Now, after you eat, you have three hours to get ready. Take a nice bath. There is makeup in the bathroom. Use it lightly. Find a dress. You are to have lunch with the Master." A look of distress came over Autumn's face. But Miriam's parting comment left her giggling: "Don't forget those panties!" She carefully peeled off her precious panties and laid them out on the counter. She filled the round tub and sank in bubbles up to her neck. The hot water stung her whip marks. "Ahhhh!" Then it caused a stinging sensation on her pussy lips. She thought, "Spit is not a very good lube. I'm going to be sore there, too." In a few minutes, the pain lessened and Autumn lost herself in the steamy bath. Fleeting thoughts entered her mind about her captivity, but faded in the afterglow of her orgasm and happy thoughts about her new undies. She dozed off with hazy memories of Miriam's words: "I will protect you." The noonday found Autumn wrapped in a white flowing dress and her heels from Blue Bayou. Miriam gave a low whistle as she entered the room. With a wink, she said, "Let's see." Autumn smiled and pulled her dress up to her hip, revealing the white undies. "You are beautiful, my dear Autumn. Please sit for a minute." "How are you feeling?" "Miss, I'm a little nervous, but I guess I'm OK." "Good. Now, remember yesterday when I told you what to expect at the card game?" Autumn looked at the floor, remembering that awful man. "Yes, Miss Miriam, I remember." "I will always tell you what may happen that day. I will help you dress and I will try to gauge the Master's mood, and give you the best chance to be pleasing and obedient. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss. Thank you so much for all you have done!" "Certainly. If Master is pleased with you, he will be pleased with me." Miriam leaned in close. Her voice changed to a conspiratorial whisper: "I will tell you, in confidence, that I am not here on a completely voluntary basis either." Autumn's eyes widened at this revelation. The low whisper continued: "I am working off a contract, foolishly signed in weakness and passion. The day is coming this year when I will leave this boat." Her voice was a mere squeak by now. "I intend to take my favorite girl with me." Autumn opened her mouth, but only a sigh came out. She was awestruck. Miriam took her arm in a hard grip. "If you breathe one word of this to anyone, I'll be leaving alone!" "Yes, yes, Miss! Not a word! Please take me with you!" "Dear, we have several months to get through before that. Let's focus on today. Master likes to dine with his girls occasionally, especially a new one. I think this will just be a meal and talk, but you have to be ready for anything. Answer his questions thoughtfully and demurely. I will be nearby as always." Master waited behind her chair in a small dining room. As she sat down, the whip marks smarted again. "Thank you, Master. It is good to see you again." Autumn managed to sound sincere, though as she spoke, the images of her rape on Blue Bayou flashed though her mind: face down, panties hanging out of her mouth, screaming. She placed her hands in her lap. She wasn't sure if eye contact was proper, but she looked across the table at him. "Is Miriam taking good care of you, dear? Is your cabin to your liking?" Master's voice was warm, cultured. "Thank you for asking, Master. Yes, Miss Miriam is wonderful and my room is great." Eye contact seemed to be working, so she continued. "I have never been on a ship this big! It's a hotel!" "I'm glad you like it. It serves me well as a business tool. For example, when I close a deal I always invite the principals to the poker game." He kept eye contact until Autumn looked away. "Master, um, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! It w-will never happen again!" "Of course, my dear. Miriam said that you had a long talk with her." Autumn swallowed. He knew. They ate in relative silence. At length, he said, "Thank you. You are lovely. I will see you again in a few days under much better circumstances than we had on that other boat." The images floated by again. "Thank you, Master." Miriam was waiting in the hall. She beamed at Autumn and handed her three chips. "Master does not give out chips himself, other than at the poker game. He wants you to know he is pleased, not just at your demeanor today, but also at your promise to correct your mistakes." Autumn beamed at the chips. Miriam was struck by her transformation from Accountant to submissive in just a few days. It seemed so genuine, unlike some girls, like Rosemary, who faked it to survive. "We're going on a tour of the ship. I want to show you the size of it, and I want you to see the galley and the other places where you will work." Over the next hour, Autumn gazed in awe at an actual ballroom, a brightly lit dining room, game and exercise rooms, a swimming pool, large staterooms, and the high point of the ship, the bridge. "This is amazing, Miss!" "Yes, though you might not be so impressed when you are cleaning it. Let's go below." The galley seemed small to Autumn, but full of equipment. Three or four workers in uniforms busied themselves at a counter and a stove. Then, Autumn noticed the blue panties. Rosemary. She was cutting up something at a table beside another woman in pale pink panties. Their aprons only covered them in front. Miriam noticed Autumn's focus. "Yes, that is your uniform here. Starting tomorrow, you are working here for a week. In the morning, Rosemary will bring your breakfast and then bring you back here." Rosemary brought two trays to the cabin. "We can eat. Then, I'll take you over there." "Thank you, Ma'am." "Don't call me Ma'am! I hate that crap!" "Sorry, Rosemary! I don't know what to call people." "That's OK. Let's eat. I see you have panties already. Good. You'll need them in the galley, but you'll have a hard time keeping those white ones clean." In the galley, Autumn met her partner for the week. It was Linda. "Oh, hi, we met under the table! Come on, I'll show you what to do. Go wash your hands." They were soon at a table, cutting carrots and beets. "Those white drawers won't work well here. They will get sweaty. Go and get a paper towel." Autumn gave her the towel. Linda folded it into a long rectangle. "Tuck this in along the crotch. You can wear them for 2 days this way. Be sure they stay clean, or M will take them away." Just then, the Master and 2 men walked into the room. "Just stand straight and keep working, no matter what they do," Linda whispered. The Master pointed out the equipment and showed the men the big cooler. They walked toward the girls. One planted his hand on Linda's right cheek. Then he pulled on her waistband and put a hand inside. He leaned in and sniffed her hair. "Very nice, young lady." "Thank you, Sir." The other man stepped right up to Autumn, pushing her against the table. He ran his hands under her apron, up her belly and over her breasts. He fondled her nipples. Autumn jumped at the contact, but tried to keep working. In a few minutes, they untangled themselves and moved away. Autumn, blushing, let out a deep breath. "In the kitchen? What?" "Master brings them in sometimes for a little taste. He only lets them touch us from the back. Not because of us, but because of the food. Crazy, huh? But it's better than being under the poker table!" They broke into a giggle at that. The next few days passed in a routine way. Autumn delivered meals to the crew in a dining room. Considering the way she was dressed, the sailors were restrained. No one touched her. She heard a few low whistles and comments. It was a different story in the Master's dining room. As she bent to serve trays to his guests, a hand ran up her leg or she got a pinch or a poke. One day, Linda noticed a smudge on her undies. "One of those guys left a stain right here." Linda gave her a playful pinch. "Get that off tonight. Next time get dark panties, OK?" "Thank you, Linda. Rosemary said we couldn't be friends, but you have been so sweet!" They moved in for a hug. "Look, honey, Rose hates this place. She just can't accept being a slave. I can't blame her, but we're here without a ticket. There is no exit I can see. What I do see are red marks on your tush, so I guess you've had a session." "Yes, I had one after the poker game went bad. It still hurts." Autumn looked back at her ass. She had not realized that the marks were showing outside the panties. "Sweetie, I haven't had one in a while, but Rosie had two in the last month. Let's try to help each other here." Another brief hug, and they went back to slicing cucumbers. Miriam came to Autumn after lunch on her last day in the galley. "Come with me. You are off duty as of now." Back in the cabin, Miriam told her that Master wanted to see her that evening. "Let's pick your clothes. I saw a spot on your panties. Do you have chips for another pair?" "Yes, Miss. Could I have a dark pair? They might stay cleaner." "Of course. I'll be back in thirty minutes. While I'm gone, you will bathe. But first, give yourself an enema. The bottle is in there. It's always smart move when you are seeing the Master. Do you understand?" A look of comprehension fell over Autumn's face. "But Miss, I've never done that! I..." "Shhh! It's not as bad as you may think. When I come back, I will bring something that will help. Now, off with you!" She stood in the shower, trembling. Until five minutes ago, she had never even had an enema, let alone anal sex! She soaped and rinsed her rear entrance several times. She heard the sound of the door: Miriam had a bottle and an object in her hand. She motioned Autumn to sit on the bed. "Lay back and relax. I'm going to put this body lotion on you so you will be smooth and sweet for Master." She held up a bullet-shaped rod. "This fits in just the right place, to help you get used to the feeling." She spread something on the tip. "Please, Miss..." But the object was already at the tight entrance. "Spread your legs for me, dear." When the thing was fully in, a vibration started. "Ahhh! No!" Miriam spread the lotion on Autumn's legs and feet. Tummy and breasts, shoulders and arms followed. "I see you have shaved for me. This lotion works there, too." Miriam had much more in mind than soothing razor burn. She wanted Autumn to come with the bullet inside her. Fingers went to work with the lotion. Light massage turned to more intense rubbing. She inserted two fingers while using her thumb on Autumn's hot button. "Ummm, Uhh, What are you, hahhh, doing? Ohh, ohh!" Her hips tilted up and down. Miriam noticed that her contractions were expelling the bullet. She pushed it back. "Ahhh! Oh, oh, ahh!" Autumn was in full orgasm. She put her hands on Miriam's, trying to stop the mad tickle. Her breath came in big huffs. Miriam moved the vibrating cylinder in and out. "Stop! Miss! Please! Ahhh!" "My dear, it's not hurting you, is it? I have learned this little trick over the years. It always helps to come all over a bullet in your virgin peach. Was it so bad? Now, you're ready for anything!" "No, Miss Miriam, it, ahh, wasn't too bad, but please take it out." "Of course. Now, rest for a while. We need to practice your positions. I'll be back later. I'm very pleased with you." When she returned, Miriam held out a pair of red panties. "Try these. You can keep them on for our practice. You might as well put those heels on as well." She stood before her Mistress, nearly nude. "Stand." She moved her hands behind her head and moved her feet apart. "Open your mouth a bit. Your face should show your pride in your body. You are displaying your goods to your Master. Kneel." Autumn sank to a kneel and spread her legs. She remembered to cross her wrists. "You are inviting him in. If he walks closer to you, open your knees further. Hands behind your head. Push your tits out more." As Miriam approached, she complied, until she seemed stretched to the limit, looking straight up. "Very nice. Now, down." Miriam knew that this one was hated by all women, yet she herself had assumed it on command many times. "Miss, will he ask for this one tonight?" It was a plea. "Probably not, dear. I expect him to be gentle the first time, but you must ready for anything. Proceed." With a deep sigh, Autumn rolled over and put her face to the floor. Tears wet the carpet. Miriam snapped her fingers. Autumn raised her hips and moved her knees apart. "Good. Now, as he approaches you, reach back and hold open your cheeks. You are admitting his total mastery of you." "Oh, please!" Fingers snapped again. Autumn struck this most humiliating pose at the command of her protector, Miriam. She was grateful that she at least had her panties. At last, Miriam let her sit. "Sit cross-legged, dear. I want to show you something. Look at yourself. You have a wet spot. Feel it." Autumn found a quarter-size spot and drew her finger over it. "Dear one, I want you to realize that complete obedience and submission can be quite arousing. Did you feel it as you posed?" "Yes, Miss Miriam, I noticed it at the end." "And haven't your orgasms here been hotter than you have ever known?" Autumn looked at the floor. "Y-yes, Miss." Miriam waited until she looked at her. "Uh, I mean, Yes Miss, my orgasms have been really intense." "Look at me. You are in the right place. Fate brought you and me here to this room. When you go tonight to please the Master, I will be nearby, thinking of you. When you leave his room, I will be right there." She held out her hands. Autumn took them and impulsively kissed them. "You have a couple hours to rest. You are a little sweaty, so take another shower, and see if you can clean those white panties. He will like them. I will get you at six o'clock. Use more of that body lotion and be dressed and ready." \~ \~ \~ \~ \~ Autumn paced the room, too nervous to sit still. There was no clock, so it was hard to gauge the time. Finally, Miriam entered, finding her in a low-cut clingy dress and the ever-present heels. "Wonderful! Your hair is perfect! You are perfect!" In the hall, Miriam had more tips: "You will have dinner with him. Eat and drink lightly and ladylike. Listen and respond to him. He likes to give little hints with his expression or movements. When the meal is finished, excuse yourself to the restroom. There will be mouthwash or mints there. He is a deep kisser." "Here we are, dear one. Just walk in and stand inside the door. You are a fawn and he is a wolf, but he won't eat you." Miriam's eyes twinkled. "At least not in that way." Master walked right up and took her hand. She had to look up at him. "Welcome to my ship and my cabin." He smiled. "First, we eat." At the table, he said, "I prefer to eat a small meal on a busy evening. And you?" "Yes, Master, that is a good idea. The food looks very tasty." She nibbled on a bowl of chicken salad and sipped white wine. "I'm told you have learned a great deal about our customs and life aboard ship. Miriam is quite fond of you." "Thank you, Master. Miss Miriam has been wonderful." The banter went on for about ten minutes. Autumn thought about Miriam's 'wolf' reference. When would he pounce? "My dear, I think we are finished eating. Would you care to freshen up?" He gestured toward a door at the side. When Autumn came out, he was sitting on a couch. As she approached him, he signaled her to sit in his lap, quickly starting a deep kiss. His hands reached around her neck and back, increasing the full pressure of his lips. She responded as well as she could with little moans and movements, but his power and passion prevailed. Autumn was already breathless. His hand found a zipper. It slowly descended, and he reached in, working his way to her breast. "Ahh!" He twisted and pinched her nipple. "Master." He began slowly working the dress down and off. "Ohh!" He took the other breast in his teeth. She stiffened with pain. He slipped his hand inside her panties and caressed her moist lips. As he increased and deepened his strokes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began moving her hips. "Mmmmm, mmmm" She started planting kisses around his neck. From her little murmurs and movements, he sensed her arousal. He casually withdrew his hand and whispered, "Stand, please." It took a moment and a few deep breaths before she comprehended his request. In a moment her hands were behind her head. "Your panties are lovely." Autumn understood. She lasciviously peeled them down and on impulse, kicked them across the room. "Undress me." Soon the only bit of clothing between them was a pair of high heels. "Offer yourself to me." Autumn's mind madly raced through the positions. She sank into a full kneel at his feet. Instead of crossing wrists, she put her hands under her breasts and pushed them toward him. She looked up at him with a genuine look of arousal. "Master." He made a tiny gesture with his finger. She rose toward him and straddled his knees and rigid penis. He took her shoulders and lowered her on himself slowly and fully. He commanded her with his eyes. Up and down, slowly passing himself over her lips. Each stroke produced a little shiver. He was in no hurry. Knowing her legs would tire, he placed his hands on her hips. Lifting her, his pace increased. She squeezed as though to keep them from separating. Both were groaning. Minutes, or was it hours, passed. "M-master! Ahhh! Ohh! Ahhh! Oh god!!" He knew that her orgasm would trigger his. He loved those contractions on his tool. "Uh, uh, uh, uh-ahhh!" They came down from the high still joined together. She leaned on his chest. "Stay with me tonight. Playtime is just beginning." "Master."

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Title: Friends: More Sex-Ed for Chandler Tags: kathy gonna, chandler cum, cum chandler, chandler pulled, boy scouts, bed monica, kissed monica, made monica, monica lips, wanted anal Chandler walked into Rachel and Monica's apartment one morning, with a look of obvious frustration on his face. Monica was sitting at the kitchen table eating toast and orange juice. "Hey there, lover boy. How are things going with Kathy?" she teased. The week before, the roommates had given Chandler some "tips" on pleasing Kathy, with Monica coaching as Chandler practiced on Rachel. "Oh fine," he said disgusted. "Is Rachel here?" "No, she's already at work at Bloomingdales. What's up?" "Well, it's just that... okay... Kathy's been... agreeing with me... A LOT during sex... you know, since you guys helped me out last week." Monica smiled, pleased with herself. "Yeah, yeah, you should have seen her running in here the next morning to thank me... well, and Rachel too." "Yeah well, things have been pretty good for the last seven days..." "You've done it every night since then? I'd say you'd doing REALLY good, stud!" "Yeah, until last night... she, she wanted me to do something... different." "Like what?" Monica asked, confused. "Like... rear-u-lar... things." Monica tried to hide her giggle. "Ohhh, I understand. Kathy wanted anal sex." "Yes, she wanted 'anal sex'," he responded sassily, irritated at himself more than anything. "So what'd you do?" "I, I froze. I didn't know what to do. So I just went into her 'the normal way'. It was fine and all. And she agreed with me as much as ever. But, but I just wanted to do that for her, you know? So I was hoping that maybe you and Rachel could help me again... like, like before... with you telling me what to do and Rachel letting me practice on her." "Well, as much as I like telling people what to do..." Monica paused, then laughed knowingly, "yeah, I don't think Rach would do that. She's still a virgin... in that area, at least... and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't change her mind just for you." "Great... and now... and now my girlfriend's gonna break up with me because I won't do her in the ass." Frustrated, Chandler got up and started to go. "Wait, Chandler," Monica said, brushing the crumbs from her fingertips. She took a sip of juice. "C'mon," she said getting up and walking to her bedroom. Chandler followed her, and she closed the door behind him. "Okay. Take off your clothes," Monica said, as she started to disrobe. Chandler looked at her. "Wait a minute. You mean, you... you've done... 'that'... before?" Her high heel boots were already kicked to the side, and her pants were quickly coming off. She stood there in a thong and tight long sleeve shirt that clung to her arms and chest. Monica smiled coyly, "I have some experience..." She pulled her shirt off, over her head and shook out her short bobbed hair. Then she continued, conversationally. "One guy told me that I had 'an ass, made for fucking'..." she smiled, "but whatever." "Well, all right then," he said, cheerfully. "Thanks, Mon." As they stripped naked, it never seemed strange to them that the subject was anal sex. It was as if Monica was going to be teaching him how to bake a cake. "Okay. Get into bed," Monica said, pulling back the covers and climbing in. Her nude friend joined her. "Now, in the drawer beside you there are condoms, a towel, and a tube of lubricant. Why don't you grab all that now." "Condoms, huh? I didn't think girls could get pregnant that way," Chandler said, laughing at his very bad joke. Monica smiled, tolerantly. "Well, it's up to Kathy if she wants you to use one. But for me, if I'm gonna give the guy a little 'oral action' to finish him off, I don't want it in my mouth after it's been up there." "So I'm gonna get some oral action too, huh?" Chandler said, intrigued. Monica gave him a sultry look, "Depends on how well you do. Let's just call it... your incentive plan." As Chandler pulled the items out of her nightstand drawer, he questioned, "So you always keep this stuff nearby?" "Like the Boy Scouts say, 'Always Be Prepared.'" "Well if you were in the Boy Scouts, you would have been the most popular Scout in my troop... and you probably would have gotten some interesting Merit Badges." Monica laughed, "No, silly, I wasn't in the Boy Scouts. But I dated a former Boy Scout." "Who?" Chandler inquired. "Richard," she replied nonchalantly. "Ohhh, Richard," Chandler said flatly, remembering who Monica's last boyfriend was. He immediately imagined how Monica would be comparing him to "that mustached bastard". She sensed this and comforted him. "Chandler, trust me. You won't disappoint me. And I KNOW you won't disappoint Kathy." Monica's hand went under the covers to Chandler's soft penis. "So first, let's get you good and hard," she said as she began to fondle him. Chandler lay there for a few moments, letting Monica stroke his dick. She was watching the bump in the covers move back and forth. He looked at her beautiful face. Perfectly formed mouth. Her red lips. He kissed Monica. This almost surprised her, but in a split-second, she was happy to join in. They made out in bed, as Chandler cupped her medium-sized breast. His rod quickly got hard in her hand; yet with her objective reached, she still kept stroking it, enjoying his attention. "Rachel was right. He is a good kisser," she thought. Monica could feel herself getting "hot and bothered" as Chandler's kisses became more passionate, and his hand roamed her breast, neck, cheek, and through her hair. She cleared her throat as she pulled away slightly, discretely licking her lips. "This is, um... good. Very... good. Because... you'd be having, uh, foreplay with Kathy before you... you know... so we should, um..." She fell back into his kisses, returning them with equal passion. Chandler's lips soon drifted away from her mouth, to her neck. Monica settled onto her back. A lusty sigh escaped from her. Then she giggled as he began nibbling on her earlobe. Monica took his face in her hands and breathed deeply as she tasted his mouth, once again. Then she moaned softly as his tongue left her own and traveled to her shapely breast. A louder moan came as he sucked on her pretty pink nipple. His hand glided the length of her body, from breast to ankle. She curled her leg up, responding to his touch, and wanting him to caress her. His fingertips traced little circles on her abdomen, scant inches above "Number Seven". "Mmmm... he's learned his counting lesson well," she thought, with a little grin. Chandler's fingers were teasing her into wanting more intimate touching. "Do it," she whispered. Chandler barely brushed his fingers on Monica's clit. She gasped and her body shivered. Then the flesh of his finger met the flesh of her clit. He slowly pushed it across her button. "OHHHHHhhhhh," she moaned. As Chandler rubbed Monica's clitoris, his tongue explored her breasts, neck, and mouth. She was getting VERY aroused by all his actions. Without a word, Monica tossed the covers back, reached between her thighs and pushed Chandler's middle finger into herself, as her head went into the pillows and she groaned her pleasure. "OHH, GAAAWWWDDDD!" Monica began panting as his hand settled into a slow rhythm. "Finger me, Chandler... oh, god... finger my pussy." Her lips were sealed tight as she watched his digit travel in and out of her. "Mmmmmhhhph... mmmmhhhppphhh..." Right then, Monica didn't give a fuck about anything but being masturbated. She had abandoned Chandler's cock, and her fingertips roamed the insides of her thighs, bringing little tickles and tingles to her body. Chandler, for his part, wasn't content only to frig Monica, especially once she had stopped stroking him. He pressed his hard prick against her thigh and slowly rubbed himself up and down her leg. Her soft skin felt good against his rod, and it easily kept him quite firm. Chandler leaned in and kissed her. Monica's hungry tongue probed his mouth, moaning into it. She looked into his eyes. What the hell, she'd say it... "You know... since, uh, you and Kathy would be... um..." Monica swallowed as she paused. "...then maybe we should... y'know, just for Kathy's sake." In his mind, Chandler instantly filled in the blanks. "Oh... sure... absolutely... I, I need to make sure I can do all this right... I mean... for, for Kathy." "Yes, yes, anything for Kathy..." At the end, her words were smothered by Chandler's mouth. Their mouths remained locked as Chandler laid on top of Monica. She felt her heart flutter as she anticipated what would come next. "Go in me, Chandler," she whispered. He pushed into Monica's tight cunt. Chandler groaned as she whimpered, "Oh god..." Sure, she enjoyed her dildo collection, and Rachel's fingers and tongue were fulfilling, in their own way. But right then, she needed a hard, warm, fleshy cock. Chandler's butt started humping up and down as he slowly began fucking his "teacher". "Fuck me, Chandler," Monica said with a seriousness that divulged complete need. Chandler felt her breasts and nipples pushed against him. Her flat, toned stomach heaved against his. He swam in her ocean-blue eyes. Their mouths met again, as Monica's hands caressed his shoulders, arms, and back. Chandler did her slowly, letting her luxuriate in every moment of his cock rubbing her pussy. Fists formed in the blankets, as Monica pulled them tightly around their joined bodies. She was moaning deeply as he fucked her. "Yes, Chandler... oh, yes... ohhhh... uuuhhhh... omigod... omigod... mmmm...." Monica brought Chandler's mouth to hers and gave him a long torrid kiss. Then realizing that she was getting lost in the passion, Monica tried to re-focus on the "educational purpose" of their endeavor, as he continued sliding slowly in and out of her. "Right, right about now... um... the, the girl's probably ready for you to... oh god... to, um, go in her... ohhh... her ass..." "How, how do you know that?" Chandler panted, wanting to learn. Monica looked at him, lustily, "Because I want you to fuck my ass, Chandler." Chandler pulled out and knelt beside Monica as she tore open a condom. He enjoyed the attention of her fingers as she rolled it onto him. Once it was in place, Monica jacked him and fondled his balls, though not for his sake. But rather, she simply wanted her hands on a guy's genitals again. Monica enjoyed being a woman, but truly, she loved fucking a man. "Lay behind me," she directed as she reclined on her side. Chandler moved into place. "Aren't you forgetting that lubricant? Wouldn't it be easier with that?" She didn't even look at him, "Just put it back in my pussy. That'll be enough for me." Chandler lifted her upper leg and hooked it back over his own. He placed his cockhead against Monica, and rubbed it along the her pussy lips. Then he quickly shoved his dick into her wet pussy. Monica gasped and clutched the mattress. He slowly pumped her a couple times, as her gasp turned to moans. "Mmm, yeah... now tease my ass with it." Chandler withdrew and ran the tip of his cock slowly between her cheeks, from her pussy to the small of her back. Then he pushed his hips forward to let it settle it's full length in the crevice of Monica's small ass. He slowly humped her like this, tantalizing her asshole. "MMMMmmmm, that's all very good," she moaned. "Now, now hold it and let me push back onto it, to get you in me. That way, the girl can control how slow or fast it happens." Chandler held his cock, so the little pucker of latex was resting at her entrance. Monica took his hand, holding onto his thumb, as she pushed back onto him. At first, nothing budged. Then Monica rotated her pelvis back slightly, spreading her cheeks a bit more. She started a gentle pulsing with her pressure, and felt the cock begin to penetrate her ass. "Yeah, that's it... hold it right there... mmm... yeah... let me, let me do it... slowly... omigod... yes... oh, yessss..." Inch by inch, Monica screwed herself onto Chandler's dick. Her grip tightened around his hand. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the carnal sensation. She groaned as she slid the last couple inches, and her cheeks touched Chandler's abdomen. Chandler caressed her arm and thigh as she paused, enjoying the feeling of a hard cock filling her. "Okay... okay," she said, trying to gather her thoughts, "Now, you can start... but gently at first." Chandler was already surprised that Monica wasn't in pain with all this. So, not wanting to hurt her and being a little uncertain about what might be painful, he carefully began sliding his cock in her ass. Just a couple inches, back and forth. "Mmmmm, yeah," Monica softly encouraged. "That feels really good, Chandler." Emboldened, Chandler lengthened his thrusts; yet still slowly, still gently. "Oh... yeah..." She was reveling in this. "With... with you and Kathy... in this position..." Monica began. "Focus, Monica, focus," she thought, then she went on. "...there's a lot you can do for her while you fuck me... I mean, her... while you fuck her... um... oh, Chandler, that feels so good... mmm... you can, um... caress her whole body and um... rub... um... breasts, her breasts... and clit... and... mmmm... you can, you can finger my pussy..." It was clear what she was wanting. For the girl, it wasn't just about having a dick in her butt. It was about the total package of sensations. Chandler gripped her pert breast, and gently massaged it as he continued fucking Monica's ass. "OOoo, yeah... rub my tits... rub 'em... mmm, yeah..." He snaked his lower arm underneath her, and brought both hands up so he could run his fingers through her short hair. She slowly moved her head from side to side, like a pet relishing her master's touch. Then one arm wrapped around to her breast, as the other slid down between her legs. This whole time, the slow thrusts never ceased. In... and out... in... and out. Monica was moaning loudly now. Chandler hoped that no one would enter the apartment and hear her. But in truth, he didn't really care at that point. He nuzzled the back of her head and softly kissed the nape of her neck. His fingers gently rubbed Monica's clitoris as his hard cock continued pleasuring her ass. She was panting, "yes... yes... oh, Chandler... I love this... you're doing everything right... don't stop... keep going..." Chandler's other hand made its way to Monica's crotch. She whimpered as he slid a finger into her pussy. Monica's lower body felt like it was on fire. Clit... pussy... ass... all three were sending tantalizing signals through her frame. Animalistic groans passed her lips. Chandler held her petite body against his, as he pleasured her in every way he could think of. His lips brushed on her shoulder. They moved to the nape of her neck. He kissed her there. Hot breath created little goosebumps on her skin. He could sense that a small smile had formed on Monica's lips. Without removing his mouth, he opened it and gently pressed his teeth into the back of her neck, then closed his lips into a seductive kiss. It was certainly not enough to be painful, but was very much enough to be quite erotic for them both. Monica groaned a soft "Yes!" He ran his tongue across her shoulder and back up to her neck. He gently bit, and gradually turned the soft nibble into a kiss. He sensually grazed her porcelain skin with his teeth, before covering it with soft wet kisses. Monica couldn't believe how good this felt, how good everything felt. "You're gonna make me cum, Chandler," she moaned, "oh, you're gonna make me cum." Chandler picked up the pace of his thrusts, making sure that his hips bumped against Monica's ass each time. "UUUuuhhhhn, yes... like that... do it like that..." She was getting so close... so close. "Oh, fuck my ass, Chandler." Never in a million years had he thought he'd hear those impassioned words from Monica. But he was more than willing to comply. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, "oh fuck... oh, fuUUUUUGGHHHHNNNNN..." Monica didn't know if her orgasm started with her pussy, clit, or ass, for it rapidly spread through her entire body. Chandler continued everything he was doing. Fucking her ass. Fingering her pussy. Rubbing her clit. "UUUHHHNNN... UUUHHHNNN... UUUHHHNNNN..." Monica held her head in both hands as she kept cumming and cumming. Then the crest of the long wave passed and she started to come down. "Uuuuhhnnn... mmmmm... uuuhhh... ooooo.... ohhhhh... ohh..." Chandler slowed his motions with her, until they simply lay together, with his cock still in her. "Omigod, Chandler. I can't believe how incredible that was!" "So is that zone, 'number eight'? he smiled, referring to the previous lesson. Monica laughed, "Well, for me it certainly is! And the way you do it, I'm sure it will be for Kathy too." Chandler smiled and kissed her neck softly. "Gee, Mon, thanks. But I think I had the best teacher in the whole wide world to help me." Monica gave a little laugh, still basking in her afterglow. Then she remembered her promise. "Pull out of me, sweetie," she said patting his thigh. Chandler did this. "On your back," she directed. Monica turned over and removed the condom from his rod, tossing it into the garbage beside the bed. She knelt beside him on the bed, hunched over his body. "I think you DEFINITELY earned your incentive reward," she smiled. Chandler smiled back, "My oral action?" "Uh huh," Monica answered as his cockhead disappeared within Monica's lips. She moved her head up and down, gently sucking on his rod. "Oh, Monica, that feels... Ohhhhh!" She glanced to the side at him, and their eyes met. Hers held a mischievous glint. Monica made little noises as she sucked him off, stroking his shaft. Chandler was moaning at everything she did. He ran his hand through her hair and down her naked back. His hand slowly rubbed her tiny rear. Monica pulled her lips off with a pop. "Can you cum for me, Chandler? Are you close?" she purred, as she stroked his full length. "Uh huh," he moaned, with his head back and eyes closed. Monica sucked the end of his cock as she continued masturbating him. "Does it feel good?" she asked, pausing from her oral services. "Does it feel good when I suck on you?" His groan answered her questions. "I want it to feel so good for you, Chandler. I want you to cum while I rub you." Monica's hand gradually sped up as she closely cupped his balls in her other hand. "Cum, Chandler... I want you to cum... I want you to cum on my face... and maybe even get some in my mouth..." She took a quick suck on the head of his cock. "Would you like that? Would you like me to taste your cum?" Chandler's body was tensing up, as his climax grew closer. "Yeah, baby... just let it come... let it come..." Another quick suck on his knob. "Think about Kathy... think about how much she's gonna enjoy it tonight... having your big... hard... cock up her ass... rubbing her body... fondling her pussy..." Chandler tried thinking about his girlfriend, but hearing the way his friend was talking, only made him want Monica more. "I'm getting closer, Mon... closer..." She gently pulsed her grip on his balls. By now, her stroking hand was working overtime, moving fast and hard, up and down. "MMMmmm... so close," he grunted through clenched teeth, his body arched in tension. "Watch me," Monica intoned, and Chandler obeyed. Her face was hovering a few inches above Chandler's upright dick. She opened her mouth wide, waiting for his cum. Seeing her like this was more than he could handle. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" he groaned as he came, his body still rigid. A large wad of cum hit her right below her eye. She moved her head slightly, and was able to catch the second shot in her mouth, closing her lips to savor it on her tongue. His cock kept cumming, spreading more jizz onto Monica's lips and chin and nose. Chandler collapsed back into the bed. Monica massaged his cock and balls, coaxing out several more weak spurts. A drop of cum fell from her cheek to join what was oozing down her hand. She slowed her jacking, and smeared his softening cock with the jizz. "Oh, wow!" was all he could say. Monica smiled, "I take it that you liked it." "Oh wow," he repeated. "Good," she said, as she licked her lips, drawing in what her tongue could find. Then she grabbed the towel, wiped her face and hand, then his rod. "Believe me, compared to the orgasm you gave me... I probably owe you two of these." "Okay," he said. Monica giggled. Chandler went on, "I'll take a raincheck." She laughed again. "All right, I'll owe you one." "I'm afraid I'm going to need something in writing," Chandler teased. Monica gave him a look of good-natured suspicion. Then she went to her desk, pulled out a piece of flowered stationary, and scribbled something on it. She folded it once and returned to the bed to give it to Chandler. He opened it. At the top, in large letters was, "I. O. U." with words below it. "This entitles Chandler Bing to one (1) blowjob/facial from Monica Geller. Good for one year from today's date." It was dated and signed, "Monica". "Well, I won't need a year to use this," he smiled. She flopped down next to him and cuddled in close. "No, Chandler Bing, I bet you won't."

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Title: My Gym Partner's Bro Blazes Down (Part 1) by Eightane Tags: Aardvark, Anal, Bawdy, Drugs, Fat, Foodplay, Gay, Goat, God, Gorilla, Hippo, Horse, Marijuana, Monkey, Oral, Sex, Underdesk, bj, drug, flashback, fur, have, hidden, right, sequence, this, weed My Gym Partner's Bro Blazes Down, Part One By Eightane \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Shrill notes hit David the second he poked the doorbell, to which he winced behind thick glasses. But annoyance fell quickly away. He was elsewise occupied, his brown aardvark eyes scanning the house. A pair of grey feet - sockless in sandals - switched idly from tiptoes to flat and back. It was worth the wait outside, just to study the spread of this split-level. Twenty full yards from side to side, the two-story section tall with black shutters, both ends dressed in pewter roof and pearl siding. The porch he occupied lay from its lowest floor, and even with the sun's midday angle, a roofshadow fell beyond his red tee. Most others of his same age and means would be jealous, but he felt only glad for them; and maybe a bit surprised, that guys like his resident pals would come from privelege. The time ran out for marvelling; David's ears pricked, as footsteps from inside grew louder. His fingers crossed hard, behind a bulge in the golden pocket of his gym shorts. There were two residents he'd be glad to see... And two much-older ones he wouldn't. Just as pacing within came to silence, the doorknob's brass rotated. One more tiny moment, while he sprung to attention, and the rust-colour wood swung open. He found relief with what met him; a familiar two-tone wool cap, faded collar of a polo shirt, jeans and cleated boots on the young gorilla. David felt his face brighten... Though the adolescent ape seemed not to bounce this back. "Windsor! How's it been, bud?" His squeaky tone echoed off the tudor next door. Now a bit more limp and relaxed, he shot a glance to the auburn locks that curled around the hat. "Whoa, your mop's comin' in fast. Only last month, you still had that crew..." The ape was known for muted calm, but his countenance was tenfold more bemused. Lowered eyelids, jutting brow, lips held tight and thin. Those dark-furred arms raised to cross, and pair with a sigh. "Indeed, and salutations. I'm rather downcast to say I expected you." David's glow vaporized. His jaw went slack, and the mid-pitched tone came soft and meek. "What's wrong? Did I do something to offend?" Straightaway, he looked down to his own feet, lifting one to shake its shoe a bit. "I know how they look, but they're comfy." Windsor's eyes rolled, staying longest near the top of their sockets. "If you must be informed, my trepidations concern what you'll imminently do." A judging gaze to David's hip, then back up to the aardvark's face. "Pardon the candor, but I believe you looked far better in camouflage. Or perhaps I merely dwell on your obvious parcel..." His voice sank even lower, staring to David's full pocket. "... And the skunky bouquet issued from therein." David chuckled, and ceased worrying. At least now he knew what bothered the teen. "Only that, huh? Well, you know I keep you out of it." Another sigh from Windsor, this one firmer and seething. His eyes grew narrow. "Gee, I can't perceive where I've heard that prior." By now, David wouldn't be shocked if the door was slammed in his face. But the ape's ire seemed to mellow, while he gave a nod behind, aimed into the house. "Only from the selfsame hellion awaiting you. Up the stairs, steer yourself rightwards and it's the second door." He looked off to the side, on nothing in particular. "Now if you don't begrudge it, I'll plod my way to the corner grocery. Mother's phoned to request my aid in choosing rations." "Oh, that's no pro-" David started. He was cut short, as Windsor all-but-shoved his way past, strolling down the porch and across the well-trimmed lawn. He didn't look back, his chin high and forward, while David watched after in frustration. At last, a streak of guilt in the aardvark bade him cup his hands and yell after. "I had fun at the ball game last week!" It put a shimmy in Windsor's step, and lit memories in his grey matter; of a sultry summer dusk at his brother's high school, watching Will from the bleachers, gorging on popcorn and joking back and forth on how his quarterback bro defined 'tight end'. Windsor's head turned just enough to show one eye, and speak the first without irritation. "Likewise. Your fellowship's agreeable, when we don't cross paths in this scenario." Though still walking, he'd swapped 'stern' for something closer to caution, less pucker in his words while they proceeded. "Keep mindful up there, at least to what degree that substance allows. Don't assume he wouldn't leap at the mildest opportunity." On this, David stood frozen in the doorway, watching his friend leave on odd terms. From the furthest he could still hear, Windsor shouted back a final note. "Make haste, you're welcoming the flies inside." It was enough to snap the aardvark from thought, and he stepped in to slam the door behind him. He'd been taken with the house from outside; but its interior was far more sublime. It opened straight to a den large enough to park a semi, the end farthest from him jutting out in two bay windows. White popcorn ceiling, beyond a small yellow chandelier above him, switched off but still glistening for spotless shine. His toes were tickled by burgundy shag; it hugged the room's every corner, far past a modernist couch and recliner, beneath a top-line entertainment center, 3D TV and all the bells and whistles you could want for it. To his left was the dining room, opened out to this den so to shape the combined space as an "L". A tall, wide counter made the centerpiece, topped in marble; holding one single dish, a scented reed diffuser with three long stalks. Each so lengthy they rivaled his nose; it twitched at the scent of saffron and vanilla. Below, the counter's sides were cherrywood plank. The same wood as its floor, a dark hint of red that well-complemented the nearby carpet; surely intentional, as it occurred to David. An impressive row of cabinets, all in cedar, wrapped the perimeter; below them, more marble around a double-sink, and under a toaster, microwave and all the expected appliances. From a hook on the ceiling, centered on the counter that itself centered the kitchen, was a white plastic planter; cheap material, but for purpose of lightness, as it was weighed down with a gorgeous Phalaenopsis. The bay windows themselves - a good thirty feet away - held more orchids, a bushy Jade plant, a tiny-leaved bonsai and a healthy Venus flytrap. David was confused by the last, thinking a house this clean and well-accoutre'd would hardly have a problem like bugs; until he looked a bit higher, and realized one windowpane was open. He snickered... To have a setup this direct was almost unfair to the bugs. And in a way, one could argue sadistic. But by the bend of the "L", where the den ended and kitchen began, set a narrow hall; with raised ceiling and six steep stairs. Doubtless where Windsor had pointed him, by the departure. So deciding he'd spent enough time gawking - and not forgetting his reason to come - he started towards it. Curious thing, the pits in the carpet from the door to those steps. Fresh enough to hold their shape, and most were formed as the large feet of any gorilla. A few were separate, however, far enough that the outline of a hoof was plainly visible. Perhaps the folks rented out a chunk of this splendor... Or, David guessed, it wasn't written in stone he'd be the only guest. There was spring in his step more than usual; partly from the carpet on his piggies, but more from high hopes. While he hit the first stair, he thought back on the month before; all the bullshit of base camp, what he no longer suffered; and how long it'd been since spending time with the guys who relieved him. Near the top step, he smiled with shallow sigh; Will's inviting him might not've been what Windsor would choose, but the younger ape would have to understand. And if it was later, as opposed to sooner, he'd just have to deal... Nothing David imagined could make this worth missing. The hallway went on, with side rooms in the single-story portion of the home. David looked to his right, and saw the steps continuing... Eight more, the final two curving to his right. So walking on, and up, he wondered just how Will's bedroom might look; what 'environment' would suit a man like him. This thought was the shortest yet; broken up by sound, as David passed the fourth stair. A faint hooting 'n' hollering, in the tone you'd hear with jokes... And as David turned the curve of the crest, he could swear he heard a second voice; just as deep, but less-throated, like it came from someone shorter. The stairs ended perpendicular to one straight hallway, square windows lighting either side; an open door to his left, what looked like an office from the books and stack of papers peeking out. A bit further to his right, a door tightly shut; the sliver of tile he could see at its threshold meant a bathroom. And then the next one... An aged, fading oak door, partly-plastered in posters, above a wrought-iron handle. He walked lazily up, intrigued by the first thing in this house less-than-magazineworthy. His ears twitched from laughter behind it; the pitch was a dead-ringer for Will's, over what sounded like a faint R&B hook. The scent of reeds, he'd passed; now, in their place, was something dingy and a damn-sight-less flowery. Like all the finer smells of a locker room; sweat, grass and ambient machismo. Suited to a jock like that gorilla, but rather strong to be there outside the door. Now close enough to knock, he waited just to read the nailed-up pages. Three in total: an ad for cologne that showed a lumberjack bear, log on his shoulder and a flannel shirt unbuttoned and open; then a joke ad for something called WonderMilk, with blurbs about virility and bull semen. But the smallest, and the only one that didn't inspire chortles, was a photo. Will standing on a mountaintop, faced towards the camera. To one side of him stood a weatherworn plaque for Pike's Peak; to the other, a certain monkey shouldered up to him, the backwards cap near Will's shoulder-height. The gorilla's black hand was at his bud's scalp, two fingers giving Jerr 'bunny ears'. Jerr, meantime, had one arm behind and through Will's legs, with one digit poking straight out from the taller ape's crotch; a different joke altogether. The monkey's other hand made the sign for "A-OK"; both wore grins that were goofy, but had a hint of something else. David guessed this picture was up for a reason; but right now, it was time to make appearance. The smile on his mug was all-but-carved, as steady as it stayed; his right arm rose, and a fist rapped the door slow 'n' firm. The laughs went quiet; then followed by a raspy command; still a voice that could only be Will's. "It's open. Get your hairy asscheeks in here." David had to laugh; shaking his head with a grin, while he gripped the knob and turned. The door swung open; and with his face to the ground, he gave a joking retort. "Well that's strong language for a frie-... Whoa..." His chin had risen, and with it his view. The final word came as a hiccup; he practically jumped. Not the room itself that took him off guard; he'd have predicted the jungle-print wallpaper, or the dingy carpet, emerald-green like the eyes of its gorilla owner. Likewise, there was no shock in a water bed, or HDTV with Blu-ray, by virtue of the rest of this house. Nor the life-size poster on the far wall; an older, hairy-chested elephant, pants down, wet from rainwater, legs spread while he posed against a lightpole. Above this pinup, around a black plastic rod, lay a rolled-up sheet of canvas; the means to hide it from less-likeminded company. For someone like Will - or his shorter, better half - this was almost subdued. But Will himself inspired the reaction. Lying out on blue bedsheets, head high on pillows, knees wide, his muscular body nude as a jaybird... Or as the monkey below him, who lay with backwards cap at the bed's foot, his legs propped on Will's thighs, ankles sidling his gut. They met at the crotch; and while David slowly stepped in, and they smiled back, he saw the pose in full. Two rigid cocks; one four inches, uncut and based in orange fur, head-to-shaft with a loose-cut gorilla dick just half-an-inch-shy of twice its size. Jerr's hand gripped them tight, together, and slid up both with the sound of dry stroke; to Will's flared head, far past the tip of his own. Monkey and gorilla groaned alike; then into a chuckle, the 'you caught me' kind. David chuckled back; and felt the slightest bulge in his gym shorts, aside from the one on his hip. Will, though clearly busy, wouldn't let that simple fact rob his voice; mumbling strong and low as ever. "'Bout time you dropped in. I don't fancy we're stupid enough just yet." David did show some stutter in his voice; it wasn't expected to find this sort of eye candy. "S-stupid-sexy, if that qualifies." Jerr pierced the grungy air with a guffaw. "Man, such a dork." He swung head smoothly away from David, to watch his own frotting work. "Speakin' of... God-damn I don't get tired o' this." He cut eyes back to the new visitor, and tilted his head; it pointed past David, to the single window in the room. The aardvark saw the sill, protruding out and littered with seeds, some half-burnt; then the wooden chair astride it, clearly old but in nicer condition than anything around. The monkey's tone went flat; uncommonly serious. "There's your station if you wanna 'clock in'. Watch the seat, it's older than my granddad's ear hair." "No lie," Will added, his voice now a bit more trembly. "If anything should happen to that chaaii... Ho-old up, man." Before, he'd spoke at David; but the last part was directed to Jerr. It was understood; the double-stroke slowed to a crawl, Jerr's slim fingers taking far more time from head-to-root. "I know, you ain't tryin' to blow just yet." He'd never lost his smirk; it only widened, as his head went back, viewing the TV upside-down. David plopped down careful in the chair; and now watching the set like Jerr, he learned where the R&B originated. A porno; two human men, hispanic, built like wrestlers, shaven clean head-to-toe, one pinning the other on a wall and sliding nine thick inches up his crack. Jerr spoke again, but this time dripping with crave. "Sure it's hard enough, watchin' these studs.... Fuuuuck, man..." He chuckled, out of pleasure. "... I love the shit outta human dudes. Look at all that skin... Shows every damn inch o' their beef..." By now, David's shorts had a hill growing topside. He'd started to reach in his pocket, for the 'parcel'... But now reached lower, eyes stuck to the screen, rubbing that hill through the fabric. "Fuck, you're right... No wonder they're popular like this." Will sighed; his well-built arms lifted to lock behind his head, exposing wisps of pit hair in the process. "More pop and poppable; they're like dolphins, certified freaks." His green orbs skewed from porn to David. "So how's life been chugging along? Good mileage from your freedom?" David saw Will as he spoke; and then a head popped up next to his, from the other side of the bed. It would've startled him, had he not recognized it on-sight. A billy goat, and his thick southern drawl. "Yehh, you half 'z happy as this lost soul?" "J-Josh? " David's free hand went to his glasses, adjusting them for certainty. "Well shit, it is a party up in here." The goat's twang was thickest in his laugh. "Nahh, just us bro's. Ferr me, a party means chicks are in grab-distance." "Tch," Jerr whicked, in good humour but protesting. "For the 'tards that play both fields. Y'know, we got a name for that." Josh met the monkey's glance; leaning forward, enough that David could see him on a swivel chair, clothed in loose tank top and cargo pants. "Oh yeah, wut?" Will was the one to answer, head arched with a lazy-told punch line. "Benedict Arnolds." They all laughed, but Josh loudest; playing with his goatee in habit. "Cool, but ah don't put stock in the opinions o' queers." "Oooooooo", from both simians at once. Will continued on. "Well there's advantage to living in a house this tall. Someone crosses you, just open the window and see how long it takes them to repent. Or hit the ground, whatever's first." Another laugh from the quartet, though David's was nervous to a certain end. He shook his head, to shake off his mental baggage, just in time for Josh to speak at him again. "So what are you intuh these days, man? Heard you an' Windsor are tighter'n ever." The invitation to talk chased away David's nerves, and stubborn shyness. "Well y'know we met on the base. Being stuck in the same roulette of KP builds a bond, I guess." "Ah bet." "But... I think we've just gone on like we would've, only now we hang out and do things we want. No peeling food or shining latrines." Will interjected. "Like the game last Friday. I spotted you up in the crowd; if he were older, I'd swear you two were dating." "Oh God, shut up," David seethed, shuddering. "My middle name is... Well, it ain't Statutory." Will lost it more than any joke before; his hard paunch pulsing with belly-laughs, shaking his cock while Jerr held tight to the slow frotting stroke. "Funny you said that", Josh threw in. "B'fore you came in, I was just talkin' 'bout how m' first name's Jerr's middle one. You believe in destiny?" David's brow curved up. "Maybe. How do you mean?" "Well... I've been searchin' out a reason for our luck. T' have these two break us out, an' get the Colonel court-martialled. I keep up with Roland, an' just yesterday-" Jerr butted in; right after licking his lips, staring up at that long gorilla shaft he gently pleasured. "-My bad for tact, man, but let's switch up topics here. Like to the mound on D's thigh... Fuckin' size of a cyst." Josh shot fast with wit. "A cyst's nicer t' talk about?" The monkey leered back to him; still sprawled, cock-to-cock with his busom bud. "If we know what it really is." He swung attention to David. "Go on, showcase that shit." The grey mammal chuckled; hand diving in his pocket, and coming out slow. He did his best to mock the models on The Price is Right, complete with vacant smile and pointing by his free hand. But all the goat and apes cared for was the tight-rolled bag in his hand; as it unrolled, and in a sunbeam from the window, showed off the verdant green in caked clumps. Though not entirely green; a single other colour showed up, in tiny threadlike veins. Jerr's laugh was throated, more air than sound; proof he was impressed on-sight. "Dude, Will, pinch me. I see red hairs." Will was starstruck just the same; but reached his thick fingers down to Jerr, and complied. The monkey was pinched; softly, on the crease of his sack, and David watched that cap-covered scalp sink low with the moaning "Ohhhh-h-hh..." His head lifted back a moment later; now slack-jawed, eyes narrow as they shot Will that telltale stare of need. "Any more o' that and I'll blow." Will stared right back, a smoky glare that showed just how he wore the pants in their comraudery. "That's supposed to stop me?" David set the bag on he windowsill; gently, so he could do so with his face still glued to the show. His hand reached down to the other pocket; his words didn't hide his enjoyment. "Damn, Windsor didn't lie. You two are mansex incarnate." In his tone, the arousal was thick; until now, as he went on, a bit morose while he fumbled through his pocket. "Could be why he split like that... Said he was gone to help your ma with groceries, but-" Will beat him to the point. "-He blew you casually off. And skipped away like it's nothing." David froze, looking up at Will. "That's the norm?" Will laughed one brief, breathy heave, rolling his eyes. "His method. Call you out, write you off for getting under his skin, like some passive-aggressive wife who's jabbed her spouse for barhopping." Will showed exasperation; but his lips still curled to a smile. "And I let him think it bothers me." David's chops did the same, soon a full-on grin. "You're just a hair on the evil side, aren't you?" "Depends. Never more than what fits my motives... Mmmnn..." He groaned, with Jerr feeling his throb in a stroke. "Rest at ease, man. He's just butthurt that the first time you're here, it's for me..." His smile widened, eyes locked on the bag at the window. "And that." "Oh. Well..." David mimed looking around, like he was weighing facts. Truthfully, he knew how to answer. "... He can come to terms." Jerr's douchebag chuckle, as he was most surprised at the answer. "Hell to the yeah." Another breath, another moan while his monkey dick pulsed by Will's cut. "Now break out the papers. Let's get dumbfuck-dizzy like the clouds are too low! " He whooped; Will smacked him on the hip, indicting his insanity. Josh laughed until he snorted. David would've chuckled, but it was more important to act out his ace-up-the-sleeve. "Papers? As in, for a joint?" Jerr settled down; and looked with cool, though fast-growing, confusion. "Damn straight, D. You know th-... Wait, you DID bring 'em..." Now it was David's turn to laugh loudest. "Wow, I'm shocked I'd have to tell you. Split between four guys, a joint just won't cut it..." And finally, his hand slid out of the pocket it had filled. Coming out were four short grey fingers, a wrinkly palm, and a long, corrugated tube. He brandished it, like a hunter showing his son his first gun. "... If I can be so blunt." Three faces lit up like a glow. Josh clapped, Will hollered and Jerr whipped his hand in finger-curled 'street' approval. The monkey's voice went high, but chill. "That's wassup!" Without knowing, he began to stroke harder... And both apes reacted with sigh and rolling gut. "Ohhhfuckyeah... Man, I'mma get a creambath from pride! " David's head bounced with his chuckle; he unwrapped the tube with care, pinning it to the sill with a finger, adeptly opening the baggie one-handed. "Something tells me you guys have some stories in you. Like, tales from kinky past, in so many words." "Oh, man..." Jerr replied, meaning 'yes' but still coming down from quick strokes. "... The shit we've done could fill a dicktionary." He took on a sly gaze. "Why, you achin' to hear?" "Might as well," David answered, just starting to sprinkle the roll tube with product. "It'll take me a minute to make... I got a certain way, so it'll burn slow and smoke like hell." He returned Jerr's slyness in kind. "That's the target, am I right?" "Shiiiiiitt," Jerr cooed. "Right as white rain." He adjusted his legs, to keep them awake while tending two hot, hard cocks. He was drawn to peer at his work; seeing that and Will's stubble'd smile beyond. "Fuckyeh... So where to start?" Asking both aardvark and gorilla. "It's like pickin' a straw from a haystack." Will's eyes sank lazily shut, humming while his seven-point-five coursed warm blood. "Mmm... Maybe the last good unique one. Ohh... Give him somethin' interesting to chew on." "Heh, can do." Jerr's head bobbed to each side, in love with the sight of Will's shaft. What came to his mind, only deepened this. "Remember that cook at school? The one they booted... 'Cause of us..." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Steam and sharp 'thud's filled the kitchen. Ten fingers gripped stainless steel, their silvery pinkness soft and wide. It wasn't hard to pin a man his size, facing that sturdy counter; the hippo's rolls of fat restrained mobility, and his billowing gut pushed into the metal's coldness. Will's strength was more than adequate; straddling this chub from behind, arms around his chest while two ape hands pinched his huge nipples. "Yeah, I knew that'd rock your world. You fatties melt, teased by those fluffy moobs." It was muttered by the hippo's ear; close enough that his hairnet rubbed Will's cheek. The gorilla's gut was huskular, well-dwarfed by the heft of his sub; Will's stomach slid on folds of fat, draping that cook's every lumbar. Long, thick ape meat pushed up through a pair of buns; almost tighter than the hole underneath, with how their size had them crowding each other. Jiggling fast, while he took that split's advantage; his bone coaxing moans from deep in the hippo's naked core. Will's jersey and shorts were a blanket for the stained, clammy floor tiles; as were the hippo's polo, khakis and white fabric apron. All piled atop Jerr's red tee; he was never last to shed clothes. They made a mound of colour, contrast for the shades of grey around them; even the ovens were a porcelain white, not unlike the ladles suspended in-line from a rack above the hippo. Though one was tan and wooden, like the rolling pin one-down from it; hanging over Jerr's head, almost like it pointed to the amoral monkey. He sat high on the cold, smooth counter, legs limp over the side, spread wide to make it past and around the hippo's belly. The chill was sharp on his keister; but not half as sharp as on the skin of his fuzzy, pent sack, below a straight hardon. His four hooded inches swung in the air; while he smelled the swirl of foods that surrounded them, in pans or fresh tureens. Pot roast with garlic... Seasoned greens... Mac and cheese. All with an underscent of butter; not containing it, but just what lay closest to the monkey, who focused on the hippo's five-inch curved wang. Jerr's hip was by a tin of Land O' Lakes; its contents coating his fingers, and the length of an older chef's manhood, while he stroked the chub with edible lube. Ogling the wide, manly bread basket before him; cheering under his breath for the mewls of a man whose tool he pleasured. Will leered to his accomplice, over the fat neck of his uke. "Shit, that's makin' a meal. You poised to feast on this butterball?" This, while he shoved a hard thrust, so far up the hippo's cheeks that his tawny nuts knocked on their midpoint. He groaned, in that mumbling baritone; Jerr shot back with a high-pitched slacker's laugh. "Fuckin' A, man. But I dunno about the taste of pure butter..." His grin was impish, while looking around him; to a nearby group of containers, the makings of a Tuesday special sundae. Chocolate syrup, next to cans of whipped cream, and a fist-sized shaker of sprinkles. "... I'll do a quick fix." Jerr's cap had been on, always secured; except for now, when he snatched by the bill and lowered it to wrap the cook's greased member. Then rubbing its pink flesh with the scalpseat... Slow enough to mitigate pain, but firm to soak up all the blend of butter and sweat. The hippo had already swayed, jacked off with his own slick sundries; but now his knees buckled under him, only saved from falling by the table and Will's muscled arms. They held tight, though still toying with his chest; a pair of huge areolas, folding as the ape pinched hard. Straightaway, Will's hips shot back from the cook's; far behind hippo thighs, their smooth trunks thick enough to meet above his knees. And the athletic ape came back at full-strength, rubber-banding to shove between those cheeks, and drill past a giant pair of love-pillows. He and Jerr were a machine, like-minded and in mutual tune... As the monkey cleaned that chef's tool, leaving his curve in a shine, he leaned back and rolled away to grab the cream canister; half-a-second before Will made rough penetration, and the hippo just fell over the table, belly-flopped while its flattening mass shook and jostled. A middle-aged steward for the cafeteria, now at the mercy of two students. One a football player, ramming his hole doggy-style; with the school's mascot for cocksucking, that quarterback's wingman, spraying Reddi-Whip in a palm that knew more men than a masseus. Will sneered, ripping into the portly male; a bead of sweat just starting down his cheek. "Yeahhh, how's it feel, fatso... Unngh...Taking your goddamn medicine..." The hippo struggled to speak; made breathless, though he'd used no effort himself. The tone was rough, rattling in his throat. "I... Can't... Complain..." "Yeah, colour me shocked..." Will clutched him by ginormous love handles. "... You're looser back deep than your car's seat belt... Bet your buns are only tight 'cuz they struggle for room..." He shoved every thick inch, watching those cheeks flush red. "Face it, you're a slut enough for two... And I'm talkin' by weight..." The hippo's moans were broken, belaboured, like a rutting walrus. "... Asshole..." "Already there, mancunt..." Will's mutter became a cruel chuckle. Jerr was discontent to stand by; already stroking himself with an empty hand, the other heaped with sweet foam topping. "Lean him up, man. This whore ain't about to just lay low and take it." Will's palms moved up the cook's body, finding his chest and slipping under the heavy rolls of bulk. "Hear that, Humpty? You gotta give if you mean to take..." Will's muscle was barely sufficient; slowly lifting the hippo from the counter, still railing his passage like a stallion. They edged up to the stainless steel; Jerr approached them, walking-JO and menacing the cook with sweet calories. "Up for dessert, man?" He ogled the hippo's gut, suspended and loose. "Heh, pretty rhetorical." The monkey studied his pink face, blushing with Will buried in his mancave. His beady eyes winced; wide hippo teeth sat exposed, while he gasped for air. And as he barely cracked one eyelid, glancing to Jerr's fistful of cream, there was motion in his tongue... Whipping by his thin, long lips. Jerr had his answer... And just as quick, he sauntered up to the quaking gut, and pressed his palm to each nipple. Dotting them white, before raising his hand to the hippo's maw. "Eat up, lardo. You motherfuckin' want it." The cook had groaned, when Will first pushed in; but it was nothing compared with the whine he threw now, his neck rolling folds of flesh as it snapped forward and snatched away the whip. Jerr laughed loud and brief; to see the hippo's lips caked with white, and watch him gulp down the rest in a flash. So Jerr took up the can, spraying more in his hand, as it stayed while he dove down below the cook's chins; orange tail whipping fiestily, while he sank his jawline over one moob, and applied suction to the cream-covered endpoint. His hand dived low, to the clean-shaven fatpad of the hippo's crotch; coating his loins near as heavy as those nipples. Then, with Will spearing the cook's fat rear, he lifted to the hippo's mouth, while his orange fur pressed up to soft pink belly. The hippo would've snatched it off in gobs, hungry and teased with sweet sustenance... If it wasn't all-but-forced down his throat, Jerr chuckling like mad while he rammed that fist between his teeth. The chimp's other hand stayed true to himself; squeezing tight on his cock, jerking it to where the foreskin would hide and expose the head in turn. "Swallow, y' fat bastard." He obeyed. Jerr sprayed another mound, and lifted. Shoving it down, feeling a huge tongue scoop it off, all between hard breaths. "Yeah, build that gut, boy." He's cleaned every bubbly drop from one breast; and leaned down to suckle the other, his mouth filled with hanging flesh... Fairly like something else he loved in his craw, to keep him hard as the counter while he stroked. Leaving every few seconds, to tease the cook with words. "Ohhhfuck, you're huge... I ain't a chaser, but all big on a man's the shit by me... How y' like it, dude... Havin' my bud fuck your he-hole even looser..." The hippo wailed out, overtaken; his sensitive moobs were being sucked, with the taste of creamy heaven on his tongue, and the pain of Will forcing in that huge gorilla shaft, harder every minute. He heard his own gasps, giving air to fuel his poundage; Will's growling, next to his temple while his tight pink hole was victimized; and then Jerr's smug tenor again, mushmouthed with a jawful of cream. "You like chocolate, tubs'? " The moan, and the cook's trembling nod, was affirmative. "Heh, me too." Leading him to think that'd be the next course, Jerr took the bottle of brown in hand. Pouring it over the fingers of his other mitt, until they were slimed down to the edge of orange wrist fur. Between his legs, throbbed a dick no softer than the huge weapon of Will's, rutting their unfortunate - or fortunate - mark. The gorilla's teeth bared, laying into that hippo; while Jerr called out a smooth command. "Turn 'im over, man. I want this marshmallow lookin' up." "Unngh... Not a bad concept..." Will's grin overrode his sneer. Inch-after-smooth-cut-inch pulled out, quick enough to yank the hippo back; then brought forward, at the shove of Will's wide palms. The cook was to the point of hysteria; before any sense could return, he found himself spun down on the cold counter, planted neck-to-ass. This, while Will gripped his thighs and shoved right back in; while Jerr's dudely cackle came on, his body self-flung over a mountain of pink wobbling flesh. "Now..." The monkey mugged, gut-to-gut with the ten-times larger hippo, settling to line up his face above the cook's manhood, "We're gonna break you, no doubt or dodgin'." His chocolate-glazed hand appeared close by, fingers skittering in the air to taunt with their agility. "Might as well get cozy with the thought." The hippo's head was raised, seeing all; the monkey's ass, fuzzy and more-flesh than his own set of chins. The tail, going wild in anticipating swings; and Will's expression of greed, just poured over his stubble while he ravaged that huge rear. Poured like the sauce on Jerr's digits, slinking down over six curved inches... Just beginning a slow, pro stroke. A 'clang' narrated the slam of hippo's head on the counter, as hard as it could hit from going limp. The moaning stopped; he was so overcome, sound just wouldn't make it past his lungs. Thick silvery legs twitched and jumped; his stomach heaved in feverish fall and rise, under Jerr's. The chocolate worked its wonder, not a bit less apt than lube; and far better for being swirled in with monkey spit. Jerr had meant to start with control; holding off on oral, until the right moment to pounce. But neither motive, nor all the experience in history, could remove his addiction. It was four seconds; all he could bear to stroke the cook, before his mouth dove down like a predator to prey, it and his hand each in praise of three throbbing inches. The hippo's silence ended, in a shrill, helpless caterwaul. Jerr took him to the root; angled down, licking up the cream from his loins, adding it to the chocolate-maw slurry while he worked those long-trained lips. A hair lower, Will had him sore and chafing, all the ape strength focused to dig between those buns. Pre flowed steady through Will's helmet, just another aid for him to wreck the cook, and keep that chub slut shimmying. He growled with every thrust; Jerr hummed with each dip of his head, and twist of his hand. The hippo whined, wailed, did everything short of a scream. And Will knew the time to speak. "Rrgh... Had enough... Encouragement? " The hippo heard, though fighting his own lungs' rattle. It was simply too much... He couldn't hope to answer, with that jock deep in his hole, and Jerr sucking him down, in a frenzy for the dessert of man. But the monkey let off, and gazed cheekily up to his ally. "That's a 'no', I'm thinkin'. Dude's a tough nut to crack..." He stared down to the hippo's cock, pulsing and coloured with the sweet syrup; lust beamed from the blue of his eyes. "Sucks for him we're tougher." "Damn straight... Then he can... Unnrgh... Have it his way..." Will never slowed his pummel. Jerr's jaw sank over the hippo, throating him with minimal effort. The tank of grey-pink flesh could only shake, and moan, and weather this duo. Seconds grew to minutes, and beyond, while they made his every shame their toy. His mind was aglow, hardly different than his aching, used body; but flashing over details and memories, conversations and rumours. He hadn't listened to the teachers. Principal Wolverine's warning fell on deaf ears. Even whispers of the students weren't enough. But in truth, it hardly mattered; if they wanted him, they'd act, and no belief or tactics could belay that. He hadn't expected to like it; not nearly to the ends he now did, at the mercy of Will's strength and Jerr's skill. But he'd known from the day of hire, that if he caught their eye this would be the story. He joined a long list, of all shapes, builds and ages; and when their fun was had, he'd only find himself another name on the tally. Will's thrusts were feral; infused with all the cruelty of his sport. The same power that last year took their team to the championship, was focused in that well-hung member, splitting the cook while a bath of pre gummed up his passage. Still going harder; not a sign of climax, while the counter rumbled beneath them. The ape's way with words never failed; even through a battery of grunts, low and virile. "Fuckin' fatass... Still need convincing..." Jerr slobbed the hippo's length like a fiend; but having something to add, he drew up and offered, in phrases short enough that he could dip down to suck twice on every breath. "Mmmnn... No big, man... Mmmff... That's what you... Mmnmmnmfnm... Got ME for..." It took guts, for the monkey to pop his mouth free. Though he found the willpower, it took a moment to get himself in gear; staring at the sweet, sweaty meat, his eyes worshipping where his maw left off. He had to practically throw himself away, pushing off by his hands to dismount the hippo's gut. With Will still shanking the cook's hole raw, he had the distraction to leap for the counter's edge, behind the hippo's head. Grabbing its side with his clean hand, swinging underneath to a tiny, tucked-away shelf. He snatched the box that filled it with his messier hand, before his feet could come down; then jumping forward, and grabbing the counter's other edge. A prehensile tail was a blessing, giving balance for him to swing out, and up, coming down right where he'd started. Next to the hippo, who heard the clamour and looked to see what spurred Jerr on. His eyes widened, and tongue lolled out; what the monkey held was wide, shallow and marked with 'Fresh Glazed' on the side. The hippo's voice climbed, wailing through his words. "My... Secret... Stash..." "Ain't so secret, dog." Jerr chided, fooling with the side to pop it open. With the lid undone, and the smell of maple donuts wafting out, Jerr held it firm to his chest. All while lowering a hand to his dick, ensuring it was hard enough for action. "I know you ain't half-had enough to be full, just dairy. Since you get off on that shit..." His hand left his cock, to pulse and jump between lanky limbs. Then it dived in the box, and came out with a circular, hole-punched confection. "... I'll just get your 'secret' goin' in my favour." He stood with legs loose, hips forward. So nothing wasn't plain as day, about him lowering the pastry to his dick, sliding it over the uncut prize. His tongue whipped down his chin, finally ridding it of cream... And showing off to the hippo just why the monkey's blow had been heaven. Long, wide and strong; a good match for Will's weapon, still grinding him like a porn star. He couldn't know where to look; upwards, and watch the ape show every fervent sign of dominance, or to peer low and see Jerr's lithe body sliding over him, prepped for a classic 69 with a neoteric twist. The monkey's back was flat, in a field of moist fur behind his backwards cap. The archetypal bro, a 'dude' in all effects, proving why his spine was the straightest thing about him. So eager and aroused, before diving to suck that fluffy hippo, he let slip a noise that whose fame followed his own. The kind of screech that no one but a spidermonkey makes; spun down, to a quiet, lilting, moaning degree. It had a power indelible, running his own lips and tongue, sending the cook to a gasp, and causing Will's literal roar, as he bore down and smashed that loosened cave. Jerr's meat, and a sugary ring, dangled in the cook's face. So with the monkey's tail whirling, same as his tongue across the hippo's dong, he felt a rustle by his own orange loins. That pink-gey gut sloshed like gelatin, shivers of pleasure while he chomped away a bite of puffed maple, and in the process flicked Jerr's shaft with his thick, coarse tongue. A trio of moans shook the kitchen. Jerr cleaned the hippo's loom, every trace of cream and sauce, hardly even trying; it was just a side effect of how thorough he sank himself to pleasuring the cook. The counter holding them was strong; it wouldn't buckle for the weight, but still rocked under stress, what came from Will's violent conquest of that ass. He saw Jerr's body, surrounding the cook's while they exchanged the bliss of oral. It was cause for escalation; he was anything but turned off by his fuckbuddy. To keep control, and stave an early peak, he slowed pace; but in doing so only made each thrust harder. The counter rattled beneath them; and if one took a carpenter's level to it, might find the top was bowing in. All while the hippo made short of the donut, and enlightened Jerr to how much strength a life of gluttony can give a tongue. With every bite, that coarse branch of muscle flew out, curling around Jerr's manhood; miniature barbs like a cat's raked him up to the foreskin. Jerr's head already bobbed, sucking on the chub; something that deepened, while six inches muffled his moan. Soon after, he popped his mouth free, to which the floodgates of groan were opened... Sounding his surprise at the cook's nimble service. He reached out, trembling with the hippo still at work on him and Will jostling all three, and grabbed two things: the chocolate sauce and sprinkles. While the hippo ate away the last of the donut, he had fridge-chilled sauce poured over him again; and his legs, from thigh to ankle, bucked out with his wail. Jerr gasped for air; not at all out-of-shape like their victim, but simply making up for how the sheer effort he put to fellating would sometimes preclude his own breath. It returned to him, propping himself up on elbows, while he switched the sauce for sprinkles; multicoloured bars of sugar, he shook fast over the hippo's meat. His laugh was deep; so low and gutteral, just from joy in deviance, it could've passed for Will's. "Fuck yeah, hot dick sundae. How you feel about that, butterball?" The hippo whined; a signal to Jerr that they had him on-edge, only since it was louder than when he'd still been suckling that curve. He lowered down to position; taking time to admire it, the hard, throbbing tool dressed up like a sinful dessert. So it was, at the monkey's hands, or mouth. He looked up, past the edge of his cap, and in ogling Will's sweat-soaked core, grinned like the devil himself. "He ain't far, man. We're takin' him there, I think we can collect the toll." Will's neck arched, speaking more of his approval than any word. "Urrgh... Alright, tubby..." He shot a smirking grimace past Jerr, to the hippo whose face lay under monkey's ass. "You heard him... Now... Rrngh... Cough up the promise..." "I..." The cook began, quaking on the stainless makeshift bed. "I still don't know if... I mean my job's at staaa-a-a-..." The protest was genuine; but so was the height of Jerr's gift, as he knelt down, tasting chocolate, sweat and sugar. In little time, his lips were caked with them; since he sucked so hard, not much could make it past his chops. His eyes shut to relish the feast... Hearing the cook's voice break in his cries, and then Will's, staying silky while he guided their objective. "Jobs are everywhere - rrrgh - genius. How many places... Would there... Be a pair like us..." "OHHHH-" The hippo was a screamer; climax hadn't hit, but Will had finally earned them their victory. He knew, hearing the cook wail on, Jerr's cock pulsing on his cheek. "You... You win... OhhhhGodyoufuckingwin..." "And just what... Do we win... You fat fuck? " Will felt the first clues; a rush in his gorilla sack, and tingling through every thick inch. "Wh-what you asked..." The cook wavered every word, with Jerr's throat pushed by his cockhead. "N-no more bologna hash..." "Nnngh.. I'm... Listening..." Will's lips went to form an 'O', his dark eyebrows contorting. Jerr's chin swayed, nursing the chef while he gave it up. "Aaaaa-a-and I'll bring back Steak'Ums..." Will's growl was beastly; no more chance of holding back. "A-almost there, sell it! " "And I'll... I'll... Start up Tapioca Thursdays! " "OHHHHFUCK-" Will's teeth clenched, eyes winced, chin shot high. Tension wracked the pure muscle of his arms and legs. His own shallow paunch jiggled as the hippo's, and in one glorious moment the explosion forced deep in that cook. Thick shots of gorilla seed, copious and fast, up the hippo's hole while he slammed a head's dent in the counter. Overwhelmed by Will's peak, long before his own; its power, and his instinct, had him take Jerr's shaft in his mouth. Still flavoured like the donut, while he licked off every crumb and morsel. Jerr did him one better, with chocolate and sugar, using what clung to his lips as a lube to force that cock through his lips. Will's roar boomed in steamy air; dual moaning, and slurping, crooned beneath it. Jerr's dick, like most of lesser size, took similarly less for the finish line. His hips hit on the cook's face, shallow thrusts while he hummed a groan. In the hippo's throat, flecks of sugar mixed with hot cream, monkey balls emptied of their load. Will shoved into the chub, milking the last of his seed. Jerr's swimmers flowed down the throat of their mark. All this, while the monkey's jaw took on the curved pink inches, with a manwhore's ease. It couldn't last the hippo... He was bound to shoot, and with his head rising up, holding Jerr's orange cheeks above it, his blood-curdling screams were the starting gun. It didn't take long; he shot rope after rope, so fast that Jerr could hardly gulp them down. The hippo's voice broke, like a teenager, while his middle-age maleness gave up mouthfuls on end. Jerr's head still swung an airborne path; not for sucking, or tempting the hippo, but in a 'down' expression of ecstacy. It ran no different in his thoughts. 'Fuckin' mancream... Goddamn, it's sweet like the chocolate... That's wassup, that's my fuckin' SHIT! " Screams gave way to gasps, moans to breath, thrusts to tapering pushes. All three spent, having more than earned the afterglow; and the two reprobates earning what they'd sought, beyond just fun. Will's knees bent down, style as he pulled out of the hippo, laying hands on either stocky thigh. He pulled them apart, while Jerr tumbled off the cook's gut; a gorilla's chuckling for the flesh of raw man-hole, reddened skin with gobs of his own sticky dowry. Jerr shoved hands under the pit of his knees, and gave a half-spin like breakdance, to send his head towards the hippo's caboose. He looked up to Will, who returned his stare; their nods to each other were identical. Will stepped back, and lunged for the cook's apron, wiping down his softening whopper; choosing it on purpose, giving the cook a souvenir. Jerr did his own cleaning; of the hippo's asshole, rimming the creampie, salvaging his ape bud's jizz. He sprawled over the hippo's junk, diving below until every single speck was taken up, claimed for his own. Only then did he slide off, and land feet-first on the tile; only then did the hippo slowly, heavily scoot down, and hit the floor with jiggles. It was odd, the quiet over them while they started to dress. Odd, and short-lived. Will pulled on his jersey first; giving his meat more time to soften, so it wouldn't be such a chore to fit in his jeans. "You meant every word." Not a statement, so much as a directive. The hippo stammered, labouring to yank up his khakis. "I... Well, y'know..." Jerr stopped him cold with one glance and a smile. "You ain't shabby, man. Lookin' forward to tomorrow." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ The monkey's grin beamed. "And just like that, Diane Fossey High got three solid weeks of good chow." Josh cooed a "Daaaayum..." David leaned back in the chair, with a freshly-rolled stogey, its paper tight and fat with filling; earnestly impressed. The tower in his gym shorts proved how; and Josh, sporting the same, had clearly tapped into the male side of his persuasion. Jerr, meantime, had told the tale well as he could; distracted by his dick rubbing Will's, while he stroked both. "We shoulda made use of that rolling pin. You sure as hell made him gapin' enough..." The gorilla grunted, his dick near-painfully engorged. "Nngh, fact... Well hindsight's always 20-20." However slow Jerr'd jerked, the memory was decadent. His mouth stayed slack, as did the musclechub gorilla's opposite him; and the shorter cock held a pool of pre, kept welled within its orange hood. Jerr's hand gave them both a squeeze; the whimper was mutual. "Mmmfuck... Sorta miss that gumdrop." Will nodded in slow style, his mumbles thick with manly seduction. "Can't condemn you for that. So rare that a hole's tight and loose... Like rippin' a week-old fleshlight..." The primate pair tilted heads back, shamelessly chewing the moment; giving goat and aardvark a show of their own. Neither weren't turned on, but Josh was the greater horndog; dropping pants to the floor, and starting a firm jerk of his own six-point-five sausage. "Gawd-damn, guys..." He leaned down, dropping a wad of spit to coat and slick his sheathed shaft. "... Well wut happened to 'im?" Jerr's head turned lazily, a hair too relaxed to do better. "Like I said, canned." David piped in, both aroused and all-out-interested. "So word got out, I take it." Will's sigh came through chuckling irritation. "Nothing good ever lasts. The bigwigs noticed we all were happier at lunchtime, and plates heaped full of entrèes deemed 'unauthorized'." He noted with air quotes. "So they cornered the scapegoat, grilled him, and his mouth was bigger than his gut. So off he went, probably to greener pastures. A.K.A. a new career." Josh gave his own frustrated chuckle. "Ah hate that expression... The one before their grillin' him." Will cut him a smarmy glare, interspersed by tiny clues of a wince; then looked down to Jerr, whose hand caused the latter. "Fuck, man, you can't go slow enough. Stoned like hell down there... And a bit on the dry side..." His focus went to Jerr's short member, and the pool of pre retained by its hood. So reaching a beefy arm downward, with a mutter of "Gimme some," his pointer finger scooped out a share, drawn to a thin goo line. First connected by his fingers and Jerr's cockhead; but quickly moved to the long, streamlined gorillahood. Jerr grinned like a bastard, just to see and know his own dick's pre went to cover and serve his fuckpal's, from the black helmet down past a smooth scar to the ape's short-'n'-curly base. His tug stayed slow, keeping them on-edge; only smoother, and with crackling soundtrack, teasing them no less than their guests. But they'd both been around, and so kept their wits to the needed effect. David held out the blunt, above the throbbing bulge in yellow shorts. Jerr looked to the lower, tongue swashing by his well-ingrained nature; but spoke about the higher. "'Stoned'... That's what's missin' here." He looked on David's face with zeal - and some respect - though the douchebag smirk was well and strong. "Light it up." By now, David saw enough to feel at home, and toss a shy bend to the wind. He dove a hand in his pocket for a lighter; causing his engorged mass to swing, and rub the smooth rayon fabric. It put a jaunt in his words, even more than their newborn confidence. "Heh, like a Rasta votive." He heard Jerr's laugh, and chortles from the others; but set his mind and eyes on a flame. First the 'click', then applying to the mud-grey tip, and the first wispy line of smoke streamed upward; and he raised it to his lips, about to take the first hit, when he froze. "Wait... Should I start it, bein' a guest?" This, and a waver, proved he couldn't beat down his own character. Will was fast to chime in. "Hell no. Right here, birthday boy gets inaugural toke." David looked a sort of relief, with there no longer being uncertainty. He leaned out with a smile, Will meeting him halfway like a ghetto alt of The Creation Of Adam. The aardvark'stone trilled. "Damn, I didn't know it was your birthday!" Will's mouth turned up on one corner. "Because it's not. I just like wearing the suit." David went limp, but smiled wider. Josh guffawed, putting his jerk to a pause. Jerr gazed up, and by practice Will knew to make eye contact. The monkey showed snark in those electric blues, a playful scold, but alongside a twinkle true and bright. And so Will was left holding. It rose to his maw, while he watched his wide hand bring it up. The smell hit his nostrils, an opening act; giving him a grin for the main attraction. Its brown, bland base stuck in his chops; and drawing a breath, three others watched the tip glow red, and that football bro's paunch grow for the sky. Five solid seconds to fill his lungs... Then to hold it in, with a short nasal grunt, while he laid back to focus the onset. The room was at once quiet; save for three others breathing, the porn's audio, and Jerr sliding his palm up two tools, the sound of skin on what was glossed by his pre. Josh had put stroking on hold; but having silence, recalled snippets of the cook's rendezvous, and restarted his spit-borne crank. For twice as long as Will had inhaled, he held; and could almost feel the eyes on him, like he felt his own growing pink. His lungs were strong, but they weren't a swimmer's... And facing up, he sprayed smoke to the ceiling, its white puffs flattening out before they vanished. Jerr gave a cool chuckle, and one quick yank up to Will's cockhead. It sent the gorilla to an "Oooohh", with lips pursed; before they wrapped themselves to a wide, stupid grin. He heard the monkey first. "Good shit?" Josh filled his ears from the corner. "Yeah, wut's the verdict, man? Grey boy come through w' that fire?" Will answered neither; but rolled his head to the side, facing David, with a grin so deep it rivaled a canyon. "Dave, man? " He could already tell it was affirmative; but humoured the ape. "Yeah?" And Will's hand moved with his arm, stretched out towards the aardvark palm-up. David's nerve was back, strong as the pulse in his inseam, while he gave a perfect low-five. Jerr's "Fuck yehh" came in bellow, and prefaced Will's handing him the blunt. With Will on his trip, muscled legs widening for the tingle, Jerr leaned back until the bill of his cap pointed down; still stroking them, while he drew an even harder hit than Will. Eyes shut and lips jutted, taking it to the head, like his fingers on the ape's long weapon. He couldn't hold the puff quite as long; but with half of Will's body mass, the effect was equal. The gorilla had expelled his plainly, a smokestack; but Jerr's style, and energy, demanded more. He glanced to David, who watched those blue chimp eyes wax narrow, and the smirk wrap their face even wider. "Check this shit," he wheezed with tiny outbreath, before opening his mouth to send up a perfect smoke ring. It would've impressed the goat and aardvark just fine, by itself; but with his 'holding' arm relaxed over the bedside, he blew another shape hot on its heels... Long, thick, with an obvious head; and while it drifted up through the first ring, he poofed out two round shapes to join it at the base. Quite a trick, as Josh's shouting cheer and David's dropped jaw explained. Will just howled; of course wasn't shocking, for who'd done it, but he brayed laughs like it was the epitome of humour. Jerr's neck curved with his steady, lax chuckles; now looking to Josh. "Dude... Y'might show this shit reverence, it'll knock a gnat off a cowflop." He held it out to the goat, and while leaning that way, sneaked a long stare at the six-and-more inches poking up from his sheath. "Heheh... Damn, just as ripe as I remember..." He jerked his head back, pointing Josh towards himself while his tongue wet his lips. "C'mere, lemme help you with that." The goat giggled, from both Jerr and his own half-giddy expectations. But he fell back in the chair with a headshake. "Ah might in a short while, I kinda have somethin' I'd wanna do first." He glanced up to Will, eyeing him with a grin and barely less shame. "Plus, looks like you got'churr hands full right now-" The last few words he rushed out, with the smoking blunt brought to his lips. Will spewed more low laughs, and gazed down to the monkey who stroked him. "Listen to the billy. For he's a wise and avid shephard of truth." His tone was plenty-mirthful; just like the dippy words, and a grin cut on his 5 o' clock shadow. David saw it all, with a certain rise in his heart; not even for knowing he was next in rotation. "Man..." His eyes scanned the room, and his friends. "I never thought I'd find me like this... Not just when I was still in the service, but like, ever." Will heard the wistfulness; and though loose-necked and silly, came out with proper question. "What, shamming it with friendlies? Or the kind that drains your spunkbag and hails you as 'dude'. Like we are." "Both? I mean..." He had a certain comfort on his countenance. "On a lazy Sunday, in a half-mansion, gettin' high as the Andes with some good gay porn... Andgoodgaybro's..." He smiled widest on the ending phrase, while affixing eyes on the TV; the two humans had gone to full-on rutting doggy-style, the uke splayed on a burbur rug. Will's teeth shone out, brighter in dull reflection of the ceiling light. "'Mansion' is a bit on the bullshit side. Don't get me wrong, I, eh... Savour the prestige." He sounded matter-of-fact, though speaking slower. "Pop's over marketing for a major pharmaceutical firm. He's on a roll, but hasn't had that all my life..." While he paused, Josh blew a smoky lungful out his nostrils. "... So I'm chums with the ninety-nine, if that appeases you." "Heh..." David swung to face the window. "It's cool either way. I'm used to the other side of the tracks." He turned back towards the pair; wanting just to be sincere, but his bend compelled him to watch the rubbing shafts. It kept him from words, for a moment; Jerr saw, and still smiling his mix of stoned-and-hot, pivoted his hips to rub harder and give his guest a show. It ensured the bulge stayed firm in David's shorts; but the humour in Jerr's shamelessness snapped him out enough to go on. "-Like I said, I don't hate my ol' cottages. This is nice as all getout, but I like the crazy sights. Like a crackhead doing handstands at 4 AM... Or kids fighting over who gets to keep the limbs off a ruined Stretch Armstrong. Those are tame examples." Josh's toke had kicked in, and so hearing, busted out in goatee-shaking belly laughs. "Fuck, you oughta ride on down to the Ozarks one time. Last year I went back ferr a family reunion... M' uncle drove in on a lawn mower he's lacquer'd up with the stars 'n' bars. From his house three miles out, up and down hills with his wife behind lahk a Harley bitch." Jerr guffawed from the depths of his chest. Will did likewise, so much that their members had a temporary swordfight. It bade them flinch and shudder, but soon calmed back down to stroke and rub. Both hard as diamond, just in differing size, cut and uncut; so with Jerr's pre flowing down his foreskin, Will gave pleasured hum and helped himself to another rope, borrowing to shine up his monster. Their grins never shrank; and with more eye contact between them, David saw greater clues of why that photo hung outside Will's door. "Dang..." cooed the aardvark, "One day I'll be in a pair like you. So made for each other, it's scary." Will sighed; pleased by the knowledge, and more mellow for the journey through smoke. The look he shot Jerr was pure affection, manful as it comes. "So true it's frightening." He cut eyes to David; who at last had started tending the mountain in his shorts, through the soft rayon. Will made certain to plainly cast all berth of his sincerity. "You will. I believe in the power of 'want', it's an undersung influence." David's smile was meek; partly from its strength half-stolen by the feel of smooth fabric on his tool. So grand that he nearly missed the country-accent "Heads up! ", as precursor to the blunt gliding up through the air above Will. It was a good toss, straight to David, who caught it well and had it up to toke in a jiffy. The others watched and waited; to see how their 'provider' would react, and maybe know from that how experienced he was. The smoke was held easily; expelled unceremoniously. He showed by far the least 'resistance' of anyone; though one could tell how quick he unwound. It had Jerr in slack jaw and wide eyes. "Alriiiighht, D-man's got a hollow lung!" David chuckled; holding the blunt out, in a pass to Will, while eyelids passively lowered. "Nahh, practice in boredom. All that's about to change, though..." He peered up, to see if anyone caught the hinting. He found three faces, gazing expectantly; the sight drove him to a chortle, and through that the 'feel' of the high kicked in. "Y-yeeaahhh, man, I didn't say it before. I, like, hooked into an office job." "Holy-" Josh started from beyond, shocked and jealous. "I ain't tryin' to be a douche, but someone like you?" Jerr whipped his face toward the billy. "Better pick than you, cornshucker." The goat found himself in rare form. "Back at'cha, cornhole-er." David laughed it off... But kept in toothy grin, for what he had on the brain. "Funny story... My resume was worth its weight in pig shit. So I needed a push to get me in, and, well... The supe needed something of his own..." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ The young buck wrapped his hand around the door, peeking past its white metal into the office. "You wanted to see me, sir?" It was directed to the desk. Unmarred mahogany, holding a lamp, pen caddy, various papers and a stack of fresh index cards. All in tandem with a gold-lamè plaquard, spelling out 'Torval Uniquay'. An exotic name of the occupant, warming an executive chair behind the desk. The horse had been occupied with notes, scribbling a few in thoughtful leisure, when his antler-ed under answered the call. Now, with his silver-blue mane in quick rise, and all below cloaked in a well-pressed Belgian suit and tie, the buck saw his usual expression; morose, unfettered, but approachable. "I did. Have a seat, Johns, you've been on your... Feet since Tuesday." The horse's eyes narrowed, his facial muscles tightening. But they soon returned to normal, and his large hands locked together on the desk. "It's nothing too serious... I've a few intriguing items from the expense printouts." The buck thought little of his wince; more thinking of what tone this could possibly have, as he pulled up a padded chair to the deskfront. Sitting tall, looking stuffy, as was easy to do in his olive vest and tie. Unsure of what to do with his hands, his thumbs twiddled in what looked like a duel, while his boss thumbed through green sheets of legal pad. Another wince from the Clydesdale, this time with a grumble, but he cleared his throat and began. "As you know, we're crunching numbers this quarter. I don't expect you to work miracles, if you did you'd certainly be more than an accountant." He found one page in particular, and pointed to a line at its center, with a finger that quaked a short instant. "I'm just concerned that we're missing opportunities to... cash in. Not counseling here, I'm more looking for a second opinion. I want to know if... You're seeing it the same, in a few choice areas." The buck followed his every sentence; but that many pauses couldn't be overlooked. "Are you... Alright, Mr. Uniquay?" "I'm fine, it's indigestion. Remind me..." He paused again; also pushing the pad to the desk's far side, so Johns could review his implications. "... Not to give in the next time that ostrich comes by with his Gyro wagon." It got the buck to smile, though studying the midpoint of a page. With him distracted, the horse took it upon himself to rearrange the index cards; now the one he scribbled on was concealed behind the stack of unused. He wrote in single sentences, and being far taller than the accountant, he could easily see what Johns read as well. "Last month, we missed a return window for the old CP-7s. This... Week, we almost let the date for Clear Code registration slip by, if I hadn't found it cleaning house." Johns tried to ignore the pauses - and a low hum suffixing the horse's speech - while he read on with concern. "Oh God, the first one alone is an easy three thousand..." "... And the second, twenty-five large, in fines. A full year's pay for the receptionists, nearly down th-the tubes..." Between the breaks, he was flat-toned, while he finished writing on the card. Those oversized fingers hung behind the desk, while he leaned forward. To the buck, it would appear that he was stern and apprehensive; when in fact it was engineered tactic. The card stayed in his fingers, while they slipped behind the desk; and quietly, with no move apparent to the buck, it was released by the seat of his pants. Dropping a card without sound was a cakewalk; especially compared to what the aardvark was forced to do in silence. He alone knew the horse's fly was open, and wide enough to fit what grew out from it. David stifled a whisper, restricting it to his gingham-polo'ed chest; his blue slacks fitted knees stressed by the floor. They were kept by the horse's, to either side; and with eyes wide behind his glasses, he tried to think more of them than the greater ache in his lips. Torval's hands were sized like a pro athlete's; his cloven hoofs even moreso, in special-made Dockers. But to know what David did, with his face up to that zipper, and inch-after-fat-inch burying his throat, neither did this literal-horsecock justice. He suffered the task he'd agreed to; held speechless, sliding his lips down its grey-and-pink speckled length. The girth tested them; a mushroom'ed head punished everything from tongue to uvula, firm but pliable enough to bend and curve with ease down his foodpipe. Mist welled in his eyes, and the left held a tear; the horse couldn't wince any less than him, every time he pushed forward to suck a full ten inches. And he could look through the base of his lenses, still seeing five more, taunting him from through the parted fly. The horse's suit creased, his body scrunching up a short moment. This the buck fortunately missed, his blood just a tiny bit chilled by the exposure of negligence. "... I don't think we can even recoup the CP-7s' loss. With nine weeks to the end of annual reporting..." "... And we... Coast into next year, giving HQ the redass." Torval's head dipped; he hastily recovered. "I meant every word. This lays on all our shoulders, I'm as well-blamed as you or... Anyone here. But I see you positioned to, if not act, then monitooorrr..." The buck's head shot up. "Sir, I know you're under pressure, but if you'll pardon me that really sounds dire-" "-Indigestion, Johns. I've had it before... It's never banned itself..." The card had fallen at aardvark's cheek. By luck, it sat up on the horse's leg, and faced David in a way that facilitated reading. His eyes struggled through the blur of watering, but managed every word: Choke it down, featherweight. David's feet twitched; he tensed up at how his slacks restricted growing wood. His eyes set half-closed; gathering strength, refusing his throat to gag as he pitched neck forward. The horse likewise went stiff, with black pinstripes wrinkling around David's ears. The heat from within them soothed his face, a welcome reprieve for him to force three more inches down his tongue. He wriggled his nose; the smell was just as pungeant as the taste was bitter. It was puzzling, from a man in such professional capacity. Unless - David thought, with his member sending pain on every pulse - he wasn't the first that day to 'interview'. The horse had everything common of rumour; endowment even longer than his feet, thick and slick with David's spit. Its mushroom was sublime; a flared circle that mocked any attempt to take it easily. It had David's cock turgid to know something this gigantic lay inside him, compelling him to serve and serve well. His breath flew quick and shallow, noiseless above the stallion's crotch; he'd found a thought to make himself even harder. If he did the job to satisfaction - however long and deep the horse intended him - he'd be in position to have this come often. He pitched further in between those legs; growing fond of the gamy scent, as the fourteenth inch pressed in; buried far into virgin depths of his gullet. He found the will to retreat, and retake, bobbing on the boss, enjoying the groans while he sucked and teased that monster. Uniquay had a stable of trusting empoyees, by his own design; Johns showed fretting, but accepted the excuse for rasping moans. "I'll take your word... Now as far as the CP-7s, I think there might be an open way to mitigate. It's not expressly legal, but..." He looked to the side and smirked. "...Hell, it's about as up-and-up as a balloon filled with lead." Torval disapproved; much as could show beyond his breathy secret. But he'd been intrigued. "I'm listening, Johns. Tread carefully, with my attention..." "It's simple, really." Johns held up an open hand, and touched its index finger with that of his other hand. "The CP's are nearly twinned in hardware to the M-3 Driveboots. No one non-tech-savvy could ever tell the difference. So we call Risk Management," He touched every other finger in turn, listing steps. "Fabricate a chemical spill, have them take the M-38's we never use, and write them off as CP's. The green sheets will show us rid of them, a full paper trail. And since they're current-gen specs, we'll then unload them on a... Well, a few friends of mine." He rolled eyes up and sideward, as if suddenly wise to what he'd just said. Torval's left brow peaked; along with a grunt and lightly-swayed legs. "Alright, then how do we account... Fff-ooor the M-3's gone missing? And I'm not sure I'd even wa-ant... To nose around in... Your 'friends'..." David had the fifteenth inch fat and throbbing in his lips. He clamped down like a vacuum; the best he could do to handle something that immense, but it was more than good enough. Torval's thighs pressed into his ears; a light squeeze, the way he pushed tongue and gums around the horse's lower inches. David knew, with vision dark by the suit against his spectacles, he sent pleasure to every corner of that tall, stout body. He expected he'd have that white collar damp with carnal sweat, and to see how a true horse could hide his climax. He expected this, not hearing how the Clydesdale still wrote. With attention to the buck, putting on a show of total focus, he finished another card. The drop was just as perfect as before; David saw, and finally accepted this was talent from practice, while he scanned the new command: Boys like you play with balls. Get them out and have at it. Right away, it puzzled the aardvark. Zippers only went down so far, and with the horse seated upright, pushing anything more through a space that held his monster cock was insane. But his mind didn't fail him; knowing the man above him had a tailored suit, and so anything therein he could request of the maker. Keeping suction, he pushed back on that gigantic member, feeling legs tighten around him. His head swung slight to the side, holding horse cock to his left while looking down its right. Sure enough, it was just how he'd imagine; an extended fly, going down past where the taint would lay in standing posture. Slowly, carefully, he reached up by the horse's inner thigh, and took the tab in thumb-and-finger. The suit was well-made, if nothing else; the zipper slid down smooth as silk, and in two seconds he stared on a sight so grand, so stately it had his imprisoned cock aching even more. "Well sir, as for dumping the M-3's, I... Er..." The buck stuttered, leaning forehead into his desk-propped hand. "Wow, well that won't work. I guess it's more half-baked than I'd thought..." "Agree-eed. But we're not in-deep yet, I'm... Sure it just calls for time and... Aaa-aa-and critical thinking..." Hard as it was to weather David's suction, it was worse to try and take the new play stonefaced. He'd underestimated himself; knowing how it felt to have those grapefruit-sized globes take care of, he'd still somehow forgot until the moment David reached through his fly. The small grey hand gripped them, tugging soft and careful, to get them spilled out of the fabric. How David reacted, challenged his own attempt for silence; the sack was half as big as his head, which dived back down to secure the horse's rifle, while the fingers of his right hand rolled the heavy sack. It coaxed a groan, a wanton shiver, which he quickly squelched down; praying to whomever claimed heaven that he hadn't been loud. But nothing came of it... At least beyond the massive nuts twitching, while Torval put on his best face of plainness. So much harder than description paints; harder than the fifteen shoved down David's pipe, while he worked his digits through skin separating horse's jizzwells. Johns worked through the problem, but never blinked out of concern. With his boss's evident unrest, and that seeming only to grow, he scowled. "Sir, I'm serious, you need attention. If you don't let me call someone, or at least get some antacids-" Inside, Torval sighed with relief to hear the suggestion. "-You're right, Johns. There's a... Bottle in here, I couldn't find it earlier, what with moving all this shit the other day. I didn't check by the file cabinets..." He cast a look behind Johns, to his left by some polished metal drawers. "Good, I'll try and locate them." The buck stood out of his chair and went thusly. "I can't sit by with you like this." He was quick on his feet, and before two breaths he'd grabbed a fistful of papers on the cabinettop. Torval watched with growing smirk; now that Johns faced away, hiding the attention was a breeze. "Check behind... The OSHA folder, I might've set it there..." Johns complied, finding nothing but still tuned fully to a search. No idea that Torval now peeked down into his lap; or raised a hand to shove one young scalp over him. Knowing the buck was fixed elsewhere, he indulged himself to tilt up his head; eyes closed, seeing dimly the off-blue fluorescent lights while heaven straddled his loins. He knew to keep this short, so following a few selfish moments he looked level again, slightly before Johns looked his way. "Nothing here. Did you also move around your desk drawers?" Torval's collar took a tiny mist of sweat. "Y-yes, they were the first place I checked this morning. No luck." The answer, Johns naturally accepted; stopping any chance that he'd step over, and blow wide their cover. So by Torval - or seated by his knees - someone else relaxed, and set hard to work. His lips were in fast cruise, up and down a dick so huge it felt heavy inside him. Below, the sack tumbled in his hand, soft and smooth. Perhaps the sheer size was to blame; or maybe what he felt was his own racing heartbeat. But he felt a pulse in that bag, no different than the strong, hard throb in Torval's weapon. David's knees burned, so ground into the carpet and swinging in abandon. Those balls wouldn't hold a mere mouthful; not sized like they were, and not to be as sensitive as Torval implied them. Once the aardvark could usher that peak, bring horsecock to shoot them dry, he knew he'd have some cleaning to do. Of those thick, hulking inches, and of himself... However much he couldn't hope to gulp in time. And what Torval heard next, couldn't have been better. "Well I may have some left back from Cinco De Mayo," Johns stated, heading for the door. "They were in the breakroom, just need to comb through the fridge." "I... Would owe you, heartily." The Clydesdale smiled, hoping for all hell it looked more casual than it felt. Johns turned the knob, and looked back to elaborate. "I know it sounds odd, but Dr. Oz said the ingredients act faster when they enter you chilled-" "-THANK YOU, Johns." Torval boomed, his countenance tight and stern. "I'm grateful." The buck's eyes widened. "Y-yessiri'llbeback-" He trembled, sprinting outside. The door's glass rattled behind him. At last, freedom was at hand. Torval's chest emptied, his stomach drawn in. One long, deep moan, while his face centered on the desk, dipped down for the pure control David held. Grey chin was moving and moistened; he swallowed mouthfuls of pre, each time the horse's monster drew back from throat. Otherwise, it all leaked straight to David's stomach, while he worked every throbbing millimeter. To know how he was filled, the meal he could make of that stallion's natural lube alone, it was ironic to think of Torval's excuse. But no chuckles were had; neither from the horse, groaning out so deep he nearly brayed through his teeth, nor from David's busy jaw. He worked it hard, fast, up to the mushroom-tip, then downed it so deep his nose pressed into horse's crotchskin. The bitter smell swirled with bitter taste; pre leaked down from David's lip, and dripped to coat his crinkling gingham. He knew he was in the zone; he knew that tall, hung horse was getting there, and it might only be a matter of moments. Torval moaned out, wavering like the cusp of a neigh. David had the job well in hand; he felt pressure on his ears, squeezed by stout thighs; the horse's sack weighed down his hand, giving its quake; everything above his chest was warmed by Torval's climbing body heat. Throbbing escalated, broadcast from his tongue down the base of his gullet, every inch of horsemeat prime and reaching for peak. In the back of David's mind, it was quicker than he'd want. After all this time to 'break in' his maw for something so enormous, the time in-situ was brief. Still, such was the intent; if a busy man like this was to shed some carnal tension. The voice rang in David's ear; at last speaking free of business. "You're... On the doorstep... Harder, boy... Want it worth the risk..." It renewed the aardvark; redoubled his speed, choking down all that cock while blocking out the gag. Pre's sheen had him slick from nose to chest, leaking more and more as he approached the goal. Torval's grunts were penetrating, filling the air, nearly having David's teeth in a rattle. They stood the lone part of his mouth that wouldn't touch its burglar; so hard for him to keep them back from that monster, even harder than ignoring his throat's choked turmoil. He wasn't made to take a dick this staggeringly huge; but was made to take it happily, all in the name of possibility. There's only so many slots at any workplace, he discerned, before the thought slipped back in his mind. Something else was oncoming; while he worked those heavy globes, they seemed to contract; Torval was hard as hell inside him, and the horse's suitjacket stretched taut, both shoulders lifting high and back. A long equine face shot to the sky; or rather the pale stucco ceiling, barely calm enough to reign his rising scream of climax. It was true force over him, with chest flung to gasps, fingers bending, hooves bashing the carpet in helpless reflex stomps. And in whines, gagging, David knelt down before it; by the line of fire, ushering it on. The beginning was a shockwave. David's eyes sat between wide-open and a wince, strained like Torval's body; rearing back in his chair, all-but kicking out while he was drained of the first rope. It hit David's gut like a rock; cups worth of hot, sticky cream, almost nauseating if not for the aardvark's raw focus and resolve. The second was no slower, but reception was tempered, with David dipping by his knees to steady the impact. So many fat inches down his piehole, teasing his gag with the instant of mass their throbs incited. He would've howled in pleasure, had they not stifled him; would've beat the floor in with his feet, like Torval, had they not been behind him in submission. The fourth load had him feeling 'full'... By the sixth, he remembered his last Thanksgiving. Those plump testes hid a gallon-strong haul; now won by his oral fixation, and dumped to his tinier body. His muffled hums now brayed more than joy; it was pain, loading down his stomach, and a tear streamed beneath his left glasses lens. But to dwell on its truth; the heat-packing horse was one in every way, right down to the juice that aged in his balls like fine champagne. David's stubby tail flicked wildly, revived in lust, throating that huge rod faster. The horse sat low and back, legs wide, a field of sweat beneath his silk undershirt. His shouts, became moans, became whines; extended out until they stretched to one long, high aria, fluttering as the breath that carried them. He found the end of his peak, milking out the last mouthful far deeper than the tongue-whipping trap that had stolen it; but David wasn't minded to quit. The maw-uke rode his own rhythm more than ever; bobbing a full foot's length back and forward, worshipping so hard the gag took a backseat to aches from the stiff lump in his khakis. It would go untended; all work went into taking the horse for every droplet he had. David's lips drew back, and shunted forth; his throat was on cruise control, and making up for time lost in getting used to the stallion. Torval's tie dangled like a pendulum; its wearer took the brunt of afterglow, still sucked and squeezed below. "You... Really want this job... Don't you?" The fact that horse could keep strength in his voice even now, only more melted the aardvark; leaning off the giant shaft, just far enough to speak and suspend its weight from his lip. "I'd be de besht gopher you could asshk." Uniquay lisped a chuckle, for David's 'impediment', the fault of talking around his own size, but also for how he knew to respond. "I wouldn't have you as a gopher..." He was brought to pause; David had dived back down, taking all those speckled inches in half a breath. "Not when I can see I have a squirrel..." David laughed through his fellating, upping pace, gliding tongue until the horse spewed broken cries above. But then a shock hit the aardvark; the side of his grey face took a slap, and with the end of Torval's moans and his smacking slurps, he heard the creak of the door. Johns had returned, the spoils of search in-hand, a round plastic bottle. "Found it! They were way in the back... Pinned by old pickles and a moldy slice of cake." Torval's face scrunched into a scowl, while the buck shook the bottle. 'Perfect,' the horse mused, 'Now I do need them.' David sat low underneath him; trying not to make the same face, while still impaled by his meal-ticket. Johns walked up, removing the lid to extract two chalky pills. "This might not be the time, but I wish the kid had made it today." Torval nodded, fully hiding his mirth. "You and I, to be certain. He's showed me - would've shown me some desirable qualifications, I'm sure." A graceful save. The buck smiled wide, handing the chewables forward. "Well that too, but to be honest..." He watched the pinstriped hoss humour him and down the chalky meds. "... It puts a spring in your step, when we have new blood around here. Spills over to those around you, as well." This time, the fight was hard to conceal a reaction. But professional, experienced, Uniquay succeeded. He tasted cherry; and felt the tingle below, with David tasting elsewise. "Of course, Johns. It's all part of the office relationship." \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ David looked up; eyes followed the ceiling fan, laboriously, through their bloodshot hue. "I started last Monday. And if you, like, wanna know the truth..." He reached up to grab his chin, working it side-to-side. "...My jaw's still kinda stiff." He had Josh on the edge of his seat; and all three on a separate edge. Will coughed, rattling his throat; a grey cloud blew in random directions, streaming over Jerr's head. It joined a now-solid haze of white, hanging as fog above them. The ape held a blunt roach, spent so low it was hot on his fingers, held tight between two wide knuckles. Jerr's mouth was open, his monkey teeth exposed; dick hard as could be, just like Will's, on Will's, while he slid the slowest stroke possible. One could still see a grin through his fixed stare to David; Near wide as the gorilla's, who lay low, enjoying the high and Jerr's hand. None of the four had less than six deep tokes.... None had less than a strict throb, hot in every man's weapon. They were floating, edging, loving every second; and as any could attest, it was only the beginning. **To be continued...**

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Title: For Once In Her Life by Serpent_Lord Tags: M/F, Mild NC, Mind Control, Orca, Snake Its fairly short, I know, but this is more of a quick yiff rather than a story, so enjoy. You know the rules. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Selya turned and screamed, books flying from her arms. She looked around her breathing slowly returning to normal. Nothing, just the wind or some leaves rustling she told herself. Just as she reassured herself this, a chilling voice emanated from behind her, chilling her to the bone. "You Okay?" She screamed again and spun meeting a jet black snake edged with blue, face to face. She took a step back and stumbled back, falling to the ground. The snake arched down to grab the books that she had scattered while she regained her composure. "Sorry if I startled you," he said his voice unmoving and cold. "I just wanted to know if you wanted some company to walk with." "No I think I can manage." Selya said roughly, taking her books from the snake, just wanting to het out of here. "Well I am headed this way either way, if you want I could walk in front of you." He simply replied. Selya sighed, taking in a deep breath. "No, I guess it wouldn't be that bad to have you walk with me." She said reluctantly, regretting what she has said as soon as it left her lips. There was just something about this snake that gave her the creeps. Selya was a large female orca, not fat large, but just genetics of being an orca. Any time that she wanted, she could have easily pummeled anyone, but her mental strength was something else. She was very cautious with everything, got scared very easy, and was generally an introvert, only talking when needed. She had supple breasts, a smooth curvy body and a beautiful face accented by the large white spots behind her eyes. She knew she was pretty, but she never knew her true beauty, or how much people admired her because she was so disconnected from the rest of the world, that she had never allowed other people to make their move on her. She was just under the impression that they did not like her. She looked over at the snake that had joined her walk through the forest. While he only stood half as tall as she did, he had a seven foot long tail trailing off behind him, sliding side to side as if it were on a liquid. His torso was a well built, and he had large muscualr arms coming off to each side. He didn't bother wearing any clothes because he already had everything society demanded he hide already hidden in him. His face was a strange, it was black, however around his eyes, ears and mouth, and there was a strange blue contrast. Selya thought it was and attractive contrast, but still a little strange. "So, What are you doing out this late?" the snake said with a smooth seductive voice. Selya snapped back from her thoughts. "Huh?" "Oh, I'm just wondering what you would be doing that you need to be out this late." "Umm, I had choir practice." She said, worrying about giving anything more personal than that out to a complete stranger. "Ahh I never liked choir, nobody seemed to appreciate my S's" He said exaggerating the S in his voice. Selya forced a smile, and continued walking. She liked the company, but she just did not like this snake. Even though he had not done anything that could really be deemed as, she could tell something was up. "So, what's your name?" "Selya." They walked in silence once again, and Selya was beginning to feel increasingly tense. She caught the serpent giving her strange looks every now and then. "Maybe I'm worrying to much. He did offer to walk ahead of me. He can't be that bad." She silently thought to herself. "So do you live nearby?" Selya just looked over at the snake "Ok... he just crossed the line. I've got to get out of here." Before she could say anything they reached the edge of the forest and stopped, a cold black street stretching out in front of them houses to either side. "I live right over here" said the snake gesturing to one of the many houses. "Would you care to come inside?" Selya was about to decline but when she looked over at the snake he was staring straight back from his deep blue eyes. She tried again to speak up but couldn't, she just kept staring at his eyes. They were a deep blue, glowing almost, but not ever changing in color, they seemed to shift and spin inside themselves although they never truly moved. Rational thoughts slowly began to fade as others took their place, trusting comforting thoughts. Thoughts that made this person seem like a father, or someone she had known all her life. There was not even the slightest bit of distrust anymore. "Sure," She said, completely unaware that her normal line of thinking had vanished. The snake slowly led her up the stairs to the door of his small house. He unlocked and opened the door ushering in the beautiful orca. The house was surprisingly bare, nothing more than a living room connected to a kitchen and a small flight of stairs leading to an upper floor. Selya walked over and sat down on the large couch. The snake silently made his way over to Selya and gently grabbed one of her arms. He reached behind the couch and grabbed a small chained bracer that was connected to the wall. He attached it to her wrist and then the other. He ran a claw down the front of her shirt, slowly tearing at the fabric. He removed the shirt and began to work on her pants. As soon as he got those articles of clothing off, he backed away and threw the clothes in a wastebasket. Selya just sat there through the entire process not even thinking twice about it. I like this person. He is kind and gentle. He would never hurt me. I should trust him. All these thoughts ran through her head over and over like a broken record. Suddenly she snapped back into her normal mind. She looked over at the snake "Why?" was all she could manage. She began to breathe very fast through anger and fear. She remembered every detail of what he just did to her, however she had no clue why she had allowed this to happen to her. She struggled against the chains that locked her wrists over her head. "Don't even worry about that." The snake hissed. Any kindness that he once had when they were walking gone. "You will just hurt yourself. Don't bother with screaming or calling for help either. The walls, windows, and door are all soundproofed and I have no active phone lines in here." Selya just sat there in nothing but a bra and panties, desperately trying to calm herself. She couldn't. She hung her head and began to cry. "What are you going to do with me?" She asked inbetween sobs. "You're going to live with Me." the serpent said coolly. "You will learn to service me in any way that I want and you will like it." The orca stopped her crying for just a few seconds. It was replaced with an extreme anger and fear. She struggled as hard as she could against the chains that held her hands but to no avail. The snake slowly and seductively crept toward the struggling orca. She stopped and began to cry once again. "Oh, don't cry. I'm sure that you will come to love living with Me." the serpent said, an evil glare in his eyes. He then struck forward with lightning speed and latched to her neck injecting a series of toxins into her bloodstream. Selya screamed for a split second then passed out. \*\*\* Hours later the female orca awoke, feeling strange. She tried to move around but felt that her hands were still bolted to the wall as she sat on the couch. As she slowly shook off the grogginess she became aware of a burning in her nether regions. She looked down at herself and noticed that her panties were soaked. She tried to ignore the burning feeling and think of a way to escape this serpent's house. She thought and thought but her mind kept returning to extremely erotic thoughts of the snake. She pictured him wrapped completely around her his large cock in her mouth as he gently caressed her and fondled her breasts and licked at her soft sensitive mounds dripping with fluids. She pushed these thoughts away, ashamed that she could even be thinking this in her current condition. She looked around the room only to find the snake leaned up against a wall watching her. "Having trouble concentrating?" He asked maliciously. "What have you done to me?" Selya screamed. "Oh not much, I have just increased your sex drive an unbearable amount." he said, slithering forward. "You will not be able to think about anything without having thoughts of sex run through your mind." He said still coming closer. "You know there is only one way to solve this," he said. He was now face to face with her, and pulling at her panties. He slowly slid one finger around the garment and into her soft inviting folds. Selya moaned and bucked her hips outward engulfing more of the snake's hand. He slowly removed his hand, sending jolts of pleasure all through her body. He brought his hand up to her mouth and inserted a finger through her lips. She sucked slowly on his finger enjoying the taste. Her eyes suddenly snapped open as she realized what she was doing. She flailed back and forth, trying to avoid the snake. She brought up her feet as they were not chained, and kicked the snake dead center in the chest. The snake flew back and landed in the middle of the room, quickly getting back up and regaining his composure. He sighed "you have more will than I thought. But that was completely unacceptable. You shall not receive any food today, and I'm sure that you're hungry, considering you have not eaten anything since yesterday." Selya whimpered, and hung her head. What had she gotten into? "I'm going out, you stay here and be a good girl" the snake mocked, gently gabbing her under the chin. He then grabbed his keys and walked out. Selya was left there, hand dangling above her head, while she sat crying. She awoke once again in the same position she was in earlier, she had been hoping that this was just a dream but she knew it was not. She could feel the constant burning in her swollen pussie. It was gong to drive her mad. She needed release and she needed it now. She was desperately trying to get in some kind of position where she could successfully masturbate. She couldn't move her hands, so that was out of the question, she tried to get her feet up there, but also to no avail. She even tried to get her mouth down in her reasons, but that strained her neck to bad. She wanted to just scream from the frustration of not being able to release. As she struggled in vain she began to smell something. Food. It smelled like eggs and bacon. Selya just realized that she didn't even know what time or what day it was. The aroma of food and her hunger were quickly overriding the need for release and replacing it with the need for food. After a few minutes of waiting the black and blue snake came out from behind the small corner that concealed the oven holding a platter of food on it. Selya's mouth began to water profusely at the sight and smell of the food. "Hmm, you want some of this?" Selya nodded her head silently. "Ok, ill make a deal with you. You give me a little something, and I give you some food." Selya nodded again and kept staring. "you need to suck me. You need to suck me and swallow every drop of me, and you can have this food." The female orca knew that she was going to have to swallow her pride and block out how gross she believed it to be in order to survive. She silently nodded, and braced herself. The snake closed in on her, sensually running a finger up her leg. Selya looked down and gasped. This snake did not have only one penis, but two very large ones, splitting from his slick scales under his belly. The snake then picked himself up so his cocks were level with Selya's face and loosened the chains. Selya's sex drive started to kick in again and things she though she would never do slowly faded away as she became more intoxicated by the mixing scents of herself and her captor. She moved in on one of the cock heads and hungrily engulfed it in her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it coating the already moist member in saliva. She pulled that out and proceeded to the next half, repeating the same process. She pulled out that half with a wet pop and pushed the two cock heads together each one dripping from a thick trail of saliva as she grasped it in one hand, as she had a larger hand than most people did and stroked up and down the twin shafts. She rubbed them faster, then slower, and faster again until she pushed her hand to the base of them and engulfed both heads in her mouth at once. It was a tight fit, but she managed. She bobbed her head up and down, tongue swirling, tasting the salty pre in her mouth. The serpent grasped the back of Selya's head for support, she was doing so well he thought he might pass out at any given moment. Selya continued, sucking and slurping like a starved animal on the snakes cock. He moaned and Selya could feel his muscles contracting. She clamped down on his cocks as e came, a flood of his pearly white juice burst into her mouth wave after wave. There was just too much for her to hold in her mouth and swallow at once, she had to continuously gulp over and over, like drinking from a fountain. As hard as she tried however, she could not get every drop of the precious fluid into her mouth and much of it leaked out over her breasts, coating them. The serpent slowly pulled his members out of Selya's warm, inviting mouth and looked down at her. "Aww, look at that, you didn't manage to swallow all of it, I don't know if I should give you any food." Realization of what just happened began to rush back to Selya and she looked away, ashamed. "Don't feel bad," Said the snake grabbing Selya under the chin and turning his head toward him. "You don't need to if you really enjoyed it." He hissed in a mocking tone. "Here's your food, you managed pretty well even though you didn't get all of it." He handed the orca the platter of breakfast. "Oh, and don't get to comfy with those chains loose. When your done they go right back on, cause I don't think you are trustworthy." Selya tore at the food, she was starving. The greedily devoured the food that had been placed before her until she felt that she would burst. She pushed the platter onto the table in front of her and glanced over to the snake. "What's your name?" "Why do you want to know?" "I don't know, because I can't get out of here, and I have been with you at least three days, and I still don't know your name." "Very well. My name is Ios." He slid over to the couch she was sitting on and coiled up on the pad next to her, his head level with hers. He then re tightened the chains on the wall. He could almost feel the anger coming from her as the chains tightened. "You look tense, let me help you with that" he muttered as he took one pointed claw and put it right at the edge of her panties. "No," Selya whispered. "Oh, come now. You know you want it." Ios said. It's true, Thought Selya. I can't seem to get my mind off these thoughts and my sex has been soaking wet for hours on end. She began to cry. "What's wrong with me?" She sobbed. "Nothing. Your sex drive is just hyperactive right now thanks to my venom." He said running his tongue over his razor sharp fangs. Selya felt the warm water begin to move down her cheeks once again, though she tried to hold them back. "Don't worry, this will make you feel better," Ios said as he cut the elastic bands off of Selya's panties. With the annoying little cloth gone, he had a perfect view of her wonderfully wet snatch. He reached out and stroked down the slit with the backside of his finger. Selya gasped and stiffened, arching her back slightly and moaned. In her head there was a hurricane of confusion. She knew that this was wrong, yet she loved it so much, she never wanted it to stop. Ios continued to stroke the little slit, allowing the moisture to coat his finger. He brought his finger up to his own face and licked it, savoring the sweet taste of this girl. He looked over at her, noticing that her chest was heaving back and forth. She was completely in the thrall of lust. She looked over at Ios with glazed eyes begging him for some sort of release. She was panting now taking in every scent of herself and the snake, rational thought leaving her mind. Ios gave a toothy grin and bowed his head down to her dripping pussy. He deeply inhaled the strong musky scent of lust and dipped the tip of his nose in her snatch, tongue coming out to dart around exploring the inside of her. She tasted so sweet, and new. "A virgin eh?" he said all the while rolling his tongue inside of her. He explored a little while longer all the while Selya was rolling wildly and moaning on the couch. Ios then pulled away, leaving Selya right on the verge of an orgasm. "That's enough for today." He said, and slithered to the door. "No, don't leave me here. I need it!" Selya screamed. Ios turned his head slightly and grinned, then slid out the door. As the door shut behind him, every shred of thought flew out of Selya's head. She flew into frenzy, pulling at the chains, biting the couch and kicking at nothing she struggled against the wall with all that she had in her. Nothing mattered right now but release. The urge was so strong it clouded every bit of judgment that she had left. After A few minutes of struggling in vain she stopped and hung her head. It was useless. She was going to be stuck here, begging for release, but never getting it. There was no describable way to describe the agony she was feeling, it was worse than pain or any other form of torture that she could think of. She was on the edge of insanity, her mind completely destroyed from the intense emotions running through her head. She looked around desperate for anything when she saw it, a small key glinting from the edge of the couch. There was just enough slack on her chains that she managed to grab the key, and twist her hand in a way that she could fit the key in the bracer. She held it there for a second, praying, please works. She turned the key hearing a satisfying \*click\* the bracer came apart and she quickly did the other one. Selya quickly stood up and looked around reorienting herself with the snake's house. As she looked more and more thoughts crossed her mind. Now that she was free she could pleasure herself as much as she wanted. She looked again at the door to the outside world and almost headed to it, but the need to masturbate was too great. "Ill just get it over with and get out of here." She whispered to herself. She began to look around the house, practically throwing objects, trying to find something that she could pleasure herself with. She screamed in frustration when she couldn't find anything that could satisfy her. She dropped to the ground, and whined for a second, smelling her arousal in the room and feeling the warm liquids of her sex run down her legs. She took her hand and inserted two fingers into her snatch. She slowly began to twirl them, and pump them in a rhythmic motion. Selya began to squirm and moan under the feelings of extreme pleasure eliciting through every fiber of her body. She quaked and moaned as she stuffed one more finger into herself, pumping more and more. She rolled onto her back and thrust her pelvis into the air, continuing to finger herself. She felt her orgasm building and pumped faster and faster, until finally an explosion of pleasure shot through her, allowing her to finally release from the building pressure over the past few days. Warm fluid erupted out of her, forming a small pool below her as she passed out on the floor. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Hope you all enjoyed it. Part two will be out soon.

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Title: Like Ivory and Ebony Chapter 3 by Zam Ogan Tags: Fox, Highschool, Innocence, Memories, School, Violence, Wolf, bully Chapter 3 I stepped quietly out of the front door and closed it behind me. "Great, just another day in typical Florida," I sneered at my dad's truck as I walked past. "It's way too hot, I can't wait for winter." I continued my daily trek to my bus stop, replaying the events of my middle school years in my mind. *It was my first day of school at Wagner Middle school, and I gotta tell you, I was excited. The best middle school in the state, and I was accepted. I couldn't wait to make a whole bunch of new friends and actually have a challenge.* \_ I walked through the front doors and gawked at the layout. 3 stories and most of the grounds were outside, yet covered by the gigantic overhang MOSI put over us. I pulled out my schedule and map and started heading to my homeroom class on the second floor. As I was walking past I started hearing furs I didn't know insult me. "Great, apparently I'm a loser no matter where I am," I said to nobody in particular, my ears lowering a bit as I felt defeated. It was the usual 'loser' or 'retard', with a few more eccentric ones thrown in here and there. I shook my head and ignored them, and tried my best to keep my spirits up.\_ *As I was walking past a group of snickering furs leaning on some lockers I heard a new nickname, one I was apparently destined to be called throughout my middle school years. The second the furs were out of my line of sight one of them yelled "FAGGOT!" after me. This caught my attention, and my ears perked as I spun around to look at the group. I glared at them for a few seconds, pretending to know exactly what it was they called me, but was wondering what in the world a faggot was supposed to be.They reciprocated my glare, as if trying to tempt me to walk over to them. I decided it would be best if I didn't, and instead continued my way to my ever so elusive homeroom class. Unfortunately 'faggot' and what seemed to be it's abbreviation, 'fag', seemed to have woven their way into the quilt of insults I had apparently carried with me.* *I got home that day and dropped my stuff off in my room, them made my way downstairs for dinner. While everybody was eating I decided to pop the question.* *"Hey mom, what's a 'faggot'?"* *She paused for a second, and both my parents stared at me momentarily, apparently at a loss for words. "I... a faggot is a term for a bundle of sticks. Why, where did you hear that?" She looked at me questioningly.* *"Well some kids in school started calling me 'faggot' and 'fag' and I didn't know what they meant," I said, then added, "why would being called a bundle of sticks be funny to them?"* *She paused again before answering "I don't know, honey. Just eat your dinner."* *The next day whenever I was called a faggot, I'd reply with something along the lines of 'And how am I a bundle of sticks?" Everybody either laughed or walked away, or in most cases, both. I sat at my desk thoroughly confused until the lunch bell rang.* *As I was making my way from the third floor to the first for lunch, that same group of furs yelled out 'FAGGOT' again, this time from the rear staircase. I immediately spun around and looked the fox in the middle dead in the eye. "Just WHY is calling me a bundle of sticks so FUNNY to you guys? I mean seriously, that's just about the lamest insult I've ever heard." To which they doubled over laughing. "What's so FUNNY?!" I demanded out of them.* *"You really don't know what 'faggot' means, do you?" He replied after standing up.* *"Well apparently not. Just what is it then?"* *"It means you're GAY. You know, a tail raiser?" The look on my face told him I clearly had no clue what he was talking about.* *His friends were having a hard time not bursting into another fit of laughter, this time at my ignorance. The fox had a sadistic smile spreading across his muzzle, then looked at me for a second before continuing. "It means you like guys."* *"What do you mean, I have friends that are guys, how is that supposed to be insulting?"* *"No, it means you REALLY like guys. Like, instead of you having a girlfriend, you'd want a boyfriend." His sickening smile grew a bit.* *Then I got what he was getting at. I stared at him blankly for a second before a look of disbelief and then one of disgust splayed across my face. I shook my head and looked at him, still not believing that he'd go so far as to tell me what goes against what my family and my religion goes against. I couldn't think of anything to say at first, so I glared at him for a while, putting all of my anger and hatred towards him into it. I then pointed my finger at him and said, "Don't you ever, EVER call me that again. You got that?" Of course, this was an extremely bold move since I was smaller than every one of them, but I couldn't think rationally anymore. I then turned and started to walk away when I heard it again.* *"What are you gonna do if I do, faggot?" He snickered.* *Immediately I spun around and lunged at him, but his groupies were ready for me. Right after I lunged the otter on his immediate right Landed his fist right underneath my ear, and suddenly there was nothingness.* *I woke up a few hours later to nothing but pain. After struggling momentarily I opened my eyes and looked around me. Apparently I was sitting against some sort of metal container around the back of the school. I tried to stand but as soon as I put pressure on my legs immense pain shot through my body and I instantly stopped trying. Instead I looked over my body.* *From the looks of things they dragged me back here and beat my unconscious self for a bit befor leaving me here to suffer. My shins were severely bruised and my shoulders and chest felt like they were kicked countless times. I slowly lifted my paw to my throbbing head to make sure nothing bad happened. There were a couple of sore spots but it didn't feel like anything serious. However, as I pulled my paw away from my head it was caked in blood.* *That freaked me out a bit. Adrenaline rushed into me and I stood up, and felt the same pain but I ignored it. I walked gingerly over to the nearest bathroom and looked in the mirror. Blood was all over my head and shoulders, and as I lifted up my shirt I realized it was all over my chest as well. My mind completely numb, I washed all the blood out of my fur and clothes, locking the bathroom before I did so. When I finished I put my wet clothes on and the adrenaline finally wore off. I collapsed and started crying into my wet clothes, and after a while I drifted into an uneasy sleep.* I looked up and realized I was almost at my bus stop. I wiped the tears from my eyes and picked up my pace a little. "I hate what they've done to me, because of those furs I was afraid to show my emotions for FOUR YEARS!" My ears folded back as I realized I yelled the last part of that, and continued my trek, bus stop now only yards away, as I stared at the ground in front of me, genuinely depressed. I stopped as I usually did a few feet from the sign and looked up, realizing there was something in front of me. I stared, dumbstruck, as the wolf from yesterday turned around and looked at me, a small smile on his face. "Hey, what was that about four years?"

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He was growing. A simple statement, yet the most defining characteristic for the giant; hell, even the word giant itself wasn’t enough to begin to describe the immenseness that was even the smallest portion of the tiniest fraction of the bat’s body. It couldn’t be adequately described as a body at all as much as it was the backdrop for all of reality, the colossus’ mere existence enough to warp and distort what ​was​ into whatever served to make him even greater, an act that itself strained the boundaries of what was even achievable from a theoretical standpoint. To a certain degree, it was wholly predictable and not at all anything spectacular ​in theory​; he was “merely” growing, after all. What made it the mindbending spectacle of debauchery that it happened to be was the ​scale​ at which it operated, it being of such incomprehensible size that even the greatest and most learned of his devotees could barely begin to comprehend it, let alone put it to words. Comparing any part of Luther to anything else was an exercise in futility, for in the time it took for that thought to form, the comparison itself ceased to be meaningful in any way. His growth was explosive and exponential, stacked onto itself towards infinity in a way that defied all logic and reason. Every moment that passed made him that much bigger than what he was a mere instant before that the difference itself became impossible to describe, until eventually the rate of acceleration itself began to tear at the very fabric of reality, existence itself unable to comprehend how anything, much less any​one​ of that size could be growing even larger. For Luther though, it was a simple expression of who he was, a fundamental truth that he made sure everyone knew, even if it was enough to collapse their brains into a black hole just from trying to process too much information at once. At any given moment, he exploded with enough size that his form was comparatively bigger to his last one as that last one was to any one of its constituent atoms, a means of comparison that itself became increasingly inadequate as the eternal tower of exponentials became impossible to express in regular numbers. If every atom of every universe of every timeline that he devoured in every microsecond was inscribed with a single digit, it still wouldn’t be enough to describe a fraction of what he was, and even if such a task could be done instantly, it ​still​ would fail to keep up with the constantly-accelerating rate at which Luther overtook reality, though it was doubtful such a thing would ever happen; after all, if nothing else was left, there was still him, and his will alone could probably keep him going for as long as he needed to. The experience was hard to describe, even for someone as divine as the bat, who had been going through it for as long as he could remember existing. It was simultaneously soothing and mind-shattering, calming and mind-bending; if on one hand he saw it as merely an expression of his perfect self, on the other he still experienced it for what it truly was: an ascension of proportions so unimaginable that his mind had trouble processing even the smallest part of it. At any given point, he could be seen (for lack of a better word) with his face transfixed in utter bliss, brain wracked by a flood of endorphins of enough volume to completely fill entire multiversal clusters, unable to say anything as his body took that as a cue to grow even ​faster,​ the signals it received telling it to feed back into the vicious cycle that had prolonged itself for eternity. His existence was nothing if not orgasmic bliss, locked as he was in an endless torrent of overwhelmingly powerful sensations that only got worse the bigger he became. He had to come up with new ways of describing the vast swaths of reality that he destroyed on a regular basis; multiversal megaclusters just didn’t cut it anymore, as he routinely got rid of those purely by gently flexing one of his arms, to say nothing of the kind of devastation wreaked by his whole body exploding outwards every femtosecond. To be fair, it was impossible to describe, mostly because he had transcended mere space and had long-since invaded the concept of time; to a certain degree, he was ​almost​ certain that all those timelines he was collapsing into himself were causing a lot of that exponential explosion he was going through, though obviously his mind was too occupied constantly reeling from the growth itself to care too much about the physics and metaphysics of it all. What mattered was that he needed to be bigger. He needed his body to be on such a scale that even using ​himself​ wasn’t enough. He needed to grow so quickly that nothing, absolutely nothing could serve as a measuring rod… and then he wanted to grow even faster than that. He got his wish as well, every second of every day, constantly plowing through that self-imposed milestone and yet carrying on like it was nothing, reality fraying at the edges from the constant strain of having to contain a specimen like him. In the very few instances where Luther successfully placed some amount of his focus on any one part of him, it would be blown away by the impossibility of holding it there for more than an infinitesimally small fraction of time; if he could perceive one of his pectoral muscles in one moment, in the next it would be so far “above” him that he had no means of truly knowing just how big it was, and by the time he came to ​that realization, it was even grander still. He was growing, and yet the word itself failed to do justice to the very process that was continuously remaking him into a greater and greater being of mind-wrecking power. Sometimes, though, existence tried to make some sense of it all; emphasis on “tried”, because it was a pointless endeavour that would get it absolutely nowhere. Gone were the days when the totality of meta-reality could at least manifest itself ​around​ him, being a separate entity from the growing, all-consuming giant; they were so far past him that even Luther himself couldn’t recall them with any degree of certainty, unsure that they ever even existed to begin with. Now, only sections of him were ever truly interacting with anything else; the last time existence tried to reboot itself, it ended up wrapping itself around his shaft… or at least part of it, seeing as the damned thing was bigger than the rest of him put together. A small section of his cock was the place chosen for the fabric of existence to try and weave itself back together, at least until he had another instant of growth and the whole thing went down the metaphysical drain, a momentary reminder of what was probably the most painfully delicious part of his continuous ascension. Every other part of him walked the tight line between horrifying and pleasurable, swinging from him despairing at the complete loss of control over his own growth, and riding that wave for all it was worth until there was nothing else left in his head. The pendulum wasn’t really balanced, either; rather than spending an equal amount of time in either camp, the bat had a disproportionate amount of time occupied by the sensations of overwhelming vastness that made up his being, only occasionally dipping back down into “reason” to wonder what the hell was going on with him, and why reality failed to bring itself back together for more than a handful of seconds at a time. It was no longer within his control, but it was far from painful; in fact, the longer it went on, the more pleasure the bat found in it. The sounds helped, in all honesty. If there was one thing he could count on to remain constant, if nothing else did, it was the noises he had to deal with. Who knew how that even worked, when even the smallest fraction of the tiniest section of the tip of one of his claws was enough to fill up a multitude of multiverses, but he could feel it, ​hear it​ with each heartbeat. It was a wave that coursed through his body, pulsating and throbbing, forcing more and more mass to accumulate from nowhere as countless timelines crashed into him and dumped all they were and could be into his growing form. Of special note was the body-encompassing rod he sported, as well as the titanic orbs underneath; if he were to reduce himself to the point where floors mattered to him, he’d be unable to walk with the size of those things, easily three or four times as large as he himself was and only growing further away still in terms of proportions. The cock attached to his base was no slouch either, and both halves of his package just seemed to swell to greater extents whenever that rhythmic pulse hit them. It was becoming hard to tell where everything ended and he began; to a certain point, everything “below” him was turning into nothing but his cum factories, while everything “above” was becoming a solid roof of his seed, constantly pouring out from his twitching rod as his body scrambled to find some way to alleviate the pressure inside of him. It was useless, of course; no matter how much cum he pumped into whatever medium he was in, it would never satisfy the endlessly-spiking production going on inside of his nuts, which still managed to grow despite being in full flow. In fact, he wondered sometimes if that was the main reason for his shaft to be swelling as hard as it was, having to deal with the immeasurable, universe-filling, reality-blotting loads being pumped into it every instant, every moment of his life. Then again, this was only when he could see it, of course; some people had issues with weight covering up their package, he mostly had a problem with his musculature growing out of control before “evening out” throughout his body. As mentioned, having his pectorals completely bury his body or his neck bulk out so much that he could barely breathe were regular occurrences for him, made even more delicious by the knowledge that a single tendon in all of that enormity was probably long enough to wind around the entirety of meta-existence and still have enough left to wrap it all up in a neat little bow. But none of it mattered, really, because whenever he had any of these thoughts, they became irrelevant almost instantly afterwards. It might’ve been aeons or mere seconds, but even the occasional attempts by reality to restart itself didn’t even register anymore, leaving him alone with himself, his body and the constant bloating surges that made him up. It wasn’t even fair to describe him as having a body as much as it was everything else that had Luther; what he was, so was everything else, and everything else was thus growing at an infinitely quicker pace at any given moment, a backdrop of fur, muscle and fluids that refused to slow down even for itself, struggling to hold its form in one coherent piece. For the bat, it was a constant struggle to keep awake, to not succumb to the pleasure overload; not necessarily for any practical reason, but purely so he could experience it for just another second more. This much was his truth: the bat lived in the moment, no longer capable of thinking about the past or future; everything was a fight, a war he waged against his own body so that he could feel himself growing, burgeoning, bloating, swelling, becoming ever greater at insane speeds. And each moment, it was even faster. And it had barely begun.

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It was, at times, hard to tell when she woke up and when she went to sleep, or if her body even acted by those standards anymore. It was entirely possible that she, being a literal goddess, had simply transcended the need for resting, culminating with her being in a state where she didn’t require anything other than her own words: the vixen would order the universe to make her feel rested, and so the universe would obey, nullifying the need for any actual shut-eye. Or, perhaps, the cosmos ceased to exist whenever she wasn’t directly observing it, leaving her as the sole thing in existence, at least until she woke up again and everything else advanced a suitable amount forwards in time. Whatever the case, Starry had completely lost track of time, though a lot of it could be attributed to how she had grown so large that the rotation of the Earth just didn’t affect her the way it used to; back when she was still city-sized, the vixen could at least make some sense out of the passage of time by way of the sun above her head, the way it went from east to west and was replaced by the moon, again and vice-versa in an endless cycle. Past a certain point, however, around the same time as the curvature of the planet became perfectly visible to her, Starry couldn’t exactly rely on such methods anymore, at least not without expending an inordinate amount of time with references frames and orbital mechanics calculations, neither of which she had the slightest amount of inclination to waste precious mental resources on. Why should she, when the entire planet had become her throne? When her form had grown to such a glorious state that simply by existing she had already succeeded in throwing the Moon off-course, tugged towards the planet by way of the additional gravitational pull, before she unceremoniously picked it up and threw it in a random direction; there would be no need for any satellite around her planet, no room for anything other than herself… mostly because, eventually, Earth would become a satellite to her, rather than the other way around. It was inevitable, in the sense that, while Starry was still uncertain as to why she hadn’t thoroughly outgrown everything, she was quite convinced that, at some indeterminate point in the near future, it would happen; it would happen, she would completely lose it, and the entirety of existence itself would quiver and quake as her perfect form overtook everything that was and ever could be, until the whole universe was her, Starry, a perfect vulpine, the singular entity in all of reality. Not beyond though; that slice of meta-existence was the exclusive purview of the rest of hers, the other versions of herself which had each conquered their own instances of their timeline, the ones who had nothing better to do other than rule over Creation, waiting for the next Starry to show herself so they could impart upon her the same gift that had turned the rest of them into omnipotent goddesses of all that was. In this one’s case, the collective of vixens watching over the oddly self-denying goddess-in-the-making began wondering whether or not that version of Starry was even ready for the burden of godhood at all; so many chances for them to cut loose and embrace divinity, and yet not once did they even so much as come close to it. Sure, they’d grown to the point where their ass alone was enough to overshadow the planet she was born on, to say nothing of how her breasts were immense on a scale that superseded her lower body by a few dozen orders of magnitude, but what was that compared to the vastness of the cosmos itself? This Starry might as well not even exist compared to all the others, and this was after five days of being repeatedly pushed to the edge, yet stubbornly refusing to fall down like every other copy of herself had. This raised a myriad of uncomfortable questions about her readiness to take up the position as supreme ruler of her universe… but it did open the door to a completely different approach, one that could feasibly kickstart a whole new cycle of an intensity never before seen, one that could, if the cards were played right, create the mythical “Prime” Starry! Thanks to the unfortunate nature of infinity, it was hard to pin down just which of the vixens was the “first” to awaken to their divinity, with at least a few hundred million sub-infinite sets all claiming to be the true contender to the throne; while these spats were mostly resolved by way of further growth, they did occasionally flare up just enough for the question to be raised again and again, until eventually a new perspective arose, one that sought to compromise everyone’s position by, effectively, saying that everyone was wrong: a “Prime” Starry would not be found, but rather created through the collective power of all the versions of themselves throughout the many timelines and universes… and this one just happened to be the perfect target for such a transformative process, if only everyone else could keep it in their pants for five seconds and focus on what had to be done. For clearly, this Starry had no intention of ever becoming a goddess as was her right, or at least couldn’t bring herself to forget about the order that had caused her growth spurts to begin with; though the giantess was utterly unable to recall that her visit to the endocrinologist had ever happened to begin with, something of it remained as an anchor deep within her mind, having metastasized like an unwanted conceptual tumour that made it acceptable for her to not go all-out, even if she herself had no idea why she didn’t. At times she would rationalize it as a desire to protect her little ones, though given how she used the Earth as a seat, that was hardly something she could claim to be doing; others, she’d convinced herself that it just wasn’t “time” for it, and she should instead be waiting for some sort of signal, a sign from the heavens that told her that she was ready to join with whatever pantheon existed beyond even her perception. What mattered was that, one way or another, the vixen had somehow grown to surpass her homeworld in raw size and still hadn’t triggered the exponential growth surge that was typical of her alter-selves by that point, instead relying on slow, steady expansion to make up for the difference; and while the other Starries were undoubtedly disappointed by this, they also recognized that it was a once-in-a-meta-infinity opportunity for them to intervene in the ascension process and make it… better. For once, they would proceed with caution, pulling only on the necessary strings rather than ripping the whole violin section apart with their unbridled lust; for that, they would need this Starry to be in the right mindstate, and the easiest way for that to happen was to just… be. It was the fortunate reality of being them, that their normal state of existence could be charitably described as “horny energy incarnate”, and while normally the vixen collective didn’t directly intervene in such an overt manner, knowing as they did that doing so would inevitably lead to a complete dimensional collapse of a few million more instances of reality, they as a group recognized that this version of Starry had enough self-restraint left in her that, if they focused and only blessed her with additional arousal, then that was all they’d ever need. So… they did. With the flip of a proverbial switch, their insistent attempts at prodding and needling this soon-to-be-Prime vixen switched from a multi-pronged assault into a single, focused lance, one that was sure to break through that Starry’s defences and leave her wide open for what was to come after: an infusion of energy, very lewd in nature, turning her arousal up to levels that shouldn’t technically be possible without completely collapsing her entire nervous system, even at the size that she was at. Fortunately, it just so happened that she was a goddess, or at least had something of a divine spark in her, hence what would have completely floored any lesser being only served to make her cheeks brighten up even more than they had already… and her body flare outwards in terms of size, bringing with it a brand new flood of emotions that Starry had no idea how to process. It had come from nowhere, in that it wasn’t yet the right time for her to gently slide off the planet and allow her little ones to bask in her glory, nor had she been thinking of anything particularly arousing; as far as she was aware, one moment she was fine, and the next her mind was racing with all manner of thoughts and sensations that she had no explanation for. They mixed together to create a turbulent, nigh-on nonsensical maelstrom of ideas that she couldn’t even begin to explain, feelings and raw emotions translated into a series of images and thought patterns that were there one moment and replaced in the next, the vixen unable to hold onto any one of them without them slipping through her fingers like hot sand, hotter sand, her body’s temperature rising so quickly that she had to push herself off the planet to keep it from boiling over. There she was, floating in space, unable to stop herself as her hands slowly made their way downwards between her legs, even as that core part of herself kept shouting for her to stop, for her to pull her arms back up and not pleasure herself; she shouldn’t do it, it was forbidden… though why that was, Starry couldn’t possibly tell. The sheer degree of disparity between what was verifiably in front of her, what she was feeling right there and then, and whatever it was her head was telling her, rose to such a point that something had to give; the giantess couldn’t possibly keep on living with one half of her insisting on telling her to give up and indulge for once, and the other declaring that such a move would be folly, and instead self-denial was the name of the game… but they weren’t two halves. In fact, they were nothing close to similar; it felt farcical to even suggest such a thing, but Starry had to admit that most of her just wanted to hurry up and get her fingers where they could be most useful, and it was only this distant, tiny little nugget in the back of her head that kept her from doing so, the same sort of motivation that might’ve followed her if she went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and the darkness began to press on her back. Assuming, of course, she had ever been small enough to fit inside a house, which she most certainly had not, at least as far as she could remember; not that this was too far, but… honestly, trying to come up with an adequate timeline for her divine self was far too much for Starry’s unfortunately lust-addled brain, which, as far as her alter-selves were concerned, was pretty much the best they could possibly hope for in terms of self-awareness. Better that this vixen, this budding Prime, forget about her previous life, at least until it was convenient that she recall it; better that they focus instead on the pleasure, the moment, the instant, the raw sensations that came with having a body big enough that she could, feasibly, take her entire homeworld and use it to help along with her self-ministrations. Not that she would, of course, as that would mean most likely destroying the Earth purely for the sake of achieving climax once, which was not only insulting to the many little ones down below on its surface, but just downright wasteful. Would that Starry could hold onto that thought, though, would that she had the self-restraint needed to actually force herself not to do something which she recognized was stupid even as she did it. Would that she had the capacity to tell her hands to please stop, please stop moving, please don’t bring the Earth in closer… then, perhaps, she would’ve exercised it. ‘Twasn’t a certainty, to be fair; in the state she was in, whether or not her head would even realize it could tell the body what to do was effectively a flip of a coin, with the mounting arousal she was feeling making it difficult to process any line of thought that didn’t have to do with finding the nearest best source of stimulation and using it up as quickly as possible. Maybe if she could control herself, Starry would’ve merely elected not to anyway, because at that point, why even bother? Her tits were already massively oversized compared to her homeworld, and with the way her ass was going, it too would end up quickly reaching a girth and heft that would put most of the gas giants to shame, let alone that tiny blue marble; if she wanted to experience what it was like to have one of those inside of her, to exercise her right as a goddess, then she’d have to act quickly, otherwise any attempt at bringing the Earth that close towards her would inevitably end with it being crushed into dust by the sheer force of her fattening thighs… which, on its own, was a thought so overwhelming that the temperature on Starry’s cheeks very soon rivalled that of the surface of the Sun itself, a Sun that would eventually suffer the same fate a- “Oh, screw it!” Starry finally declared, her voice perfectly audible despite her being in a literal vacuum, “What am I even waiting for? Hnnnrf, come here~!” The last two words were directed at what was soon about to become a crumpled-up ball of rock, wrecked beyond recognition and quickly becoming little more than just a formless clump, but still was, at that moment, recognizable as a planet. It held life on it, perhaps the only such cosmic object to have that honour bestowed upon it, and in a previous life, perhaps, had been the cradle for the goddess that was about to use it to pleasure herself. In Starry’s mind, this was the greatest of accolades that anything at all could aspire to: being relevant enough, and in just the right spot, that her defenses would be torn down and her arousal would demand that she take that thing and stuff it into her nethers, using it as a makeshift phallus, albeit one more spherical than usual. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t a cock; it was something, and it served to quite literally fill a pressing need that couldn’t possibly be handled otherwise. In that moment, everything that Starry had been holding back crumbled, not so much turned to dust or even atomized by the tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through her, but outright removed from existence altogether; it was as if her old self had never truly been, and her current incarnation had only existed for the few precious seconds since she let go of her own leash. Perhaps this was what true ascension felt like, not unlike a spiritual rebirth that came packaged with such an astoundingly different perspective on reality that whatever came before it might as well not exist in the conventional sense; she was no longer Starry, the vixen who once walked into an endocrinologist’s office and was told that she needed to lay off any form of sexual gratification, nor was she the same woman who woke up every day to go to work in a perfectly mundane establishment. She wasn’t even the better, improved version of herself that had taken the world by storm after firmly establishing her divinity; that chunk of her life might as well been a larval stage, a mere preparation for this, most glorious of state of being, where her mind was truly free to see itself for what it was: all-powerful, and in command of a body so unrelentingly overwhelming in its mere presence that, if not for Starry wanting to make good use out of Earth, the planet would’ve aready been cracked open like a fragile egg by the gravitational pull of a body big enough to completely eclipse it. But such rules were no longer part of the vixen’s universe… or rather, they might very well be, but she no longer cared enough about them to abide by them, at least not in her immediate surroundings. What were gravity or thermodynamics compared to her pressing need to pleasure herself? What were constants and universal laws when placed next to her indomitable desire to experience pleasure on a level that most mortal minds would go insane trying to comprehend? It seemed almost farcical for her to even begin to pretend like regular rules applied to her; after all, she was still an organic being at some level, and had apparently outgrown her homeworld by several orders of magnitude on nothing more than raw arousal and pure horny energy, which was so outside the realm of the possible that the only explanation she could find for it was that she was, indeed, a literal goddess, because nothing else made the slightest amount of sense. She had to be a deity, otherwise none of this would’ve happened in the first place, and as a deity, her universe was hers to do however and whatever she liked; Starry came dangerously close to realizing that her alter-selves were watching her from just the other side of the veil, but a little push here and there were enough to set her back on the track that would lead to her transformation into the much-wanted Prime without her coming close to realizing there was a literal infinity of herself out there. For the time being, she was far too concerned with taking Earth between her legs and slowly, gently, and most assuredly loudly pushing the planet into her slit; it should’ve been impossible for her moans and screams of bliss to be heard in a vacuum, but all of her was an impossibility, so what was another one thrown into the mix? The rest of the Solar System shook and quaked as the shockwaves slammed into planets both rocky and gaseous, with the Sun outright dimming for a few seconds as a consequence of being in the presence of a true, veritable goddess. It was as if it realized that, with no more Earth to warm up, its job had been done, right before remembering that it still had Starry to contend with; or perhaps her moans were simply so powerful that they managed to strip off whole chunks of plasma, that was also a possibility, and a far likelier one than the Sun being in literal worship of her. It’d be nice, sure, but the last thing the vixen wanted was to have a glorified ball of farts nipping at her heels begging to be recognized as some kind of minor consort; she was far too powerful to date large-scale stellar objects, being more of a cosmic phenomenon kind of gal… but that was for later. In the present, she had her homeworld firmly lodged within her lower lips, two fingers digging into its surface and causing large amounts of the liquid core to spurt outwards; Starry wondered whether she should pull it out (if only to push it back in), or to just keep going, to close her legs and rub them together in such a way that what used to be her home planet, what used to be something so big that she couldn’t fathom its size, became a collection of chunks of rock floating around in a space that would, in time, became too great for the former planet to even register as being there at all… and really, it was no contest. When given the chance of immediate physical gratification, or the further affirmation of her status as a divinity, how could Starry not pick the latter? She was still horny beyond even her ability to express it, but now that her form had become so magnificently transcendent, it wouldn’t do for her to try and address this via conventional means; hell, she could take a whole galaxy and shove it down there, and it still wouldn’t even come close to holding a candle to the simple gesture of obliterating an entire planet between her legs and inside her nethers, purely because it served as evidence that she was, indeed, just as massive and powerful as she felt. In fact, by the end, Starry didn’t even realize when it happened; as soon as her hands left the planet where it was to once again stuff themselves into ungodly amounts of breastflesh, her thighs closed their gap almost as if by instinct, and somewhere, in the deepest recesses of those colossal uber-mountains of softness, her homeworld ceased to be. From globe to rock and then to dust, ground to atoms and then erased from existence in the short span of three or so seconds, after which it literally might as well have never been there at all, if not for Starry’s own memories of what she had done with it, and how useful it had been to confirm her suspicions of her own perfection. And this, this realization, was what she needed to truly outshine the star floating about next to her; it was this perfect moment where she unceremoniously crushed the planet that birthed her in perhaps the most symbolic of ways possible that brought Starry over the edge, her mind sharpening like never before as she began recalling every moment that had led her to that point: from the first phone call to the doctor’s office, to the self-denial and growth thereof, to the rapid ascension to divinity in the form of a very hungry, horny vixen who just wanted to get some relief, yet denied it from herself all the while. She knew, in that one glorious moment, everything that had happened, a perfect timeline that up until then had been kept from her by way of a wall of haze held in front of her memories; the curtain was lifted, and Starry understood the how… just not the why. Surely, not everyone who went without fucking or masturbating for a few days ascended to the ranks of the heavens, so what made her different? Why did she become that gorgeous giantess of a woman while everyone else just became incredibly cranky? Thoughts for later, for after she was done with the universe, since, after all, there was nothing else to do. Possessed of this newfound sense of superiority, the only way for Starry to go was out and outward; taking the Sun between her index and thumb felt so inconsequential as to be downright forgettable, as was the moment she pressed down on it and its light was extinguished. Similarly unnoteworthy was her decision to summon the rest of the Solar System towards her, allowing her gravitational pull to instantly collapse everything from Mercury to the furthest reaches of the Oort Cloud, sighing when she realized that, by that point, whatever measly mass they could offer her was… frankly insignificant. If she wanted to grow, if she wanted to absorb the universe and let it flow into her figure, then she had to aim higher, towards the very underlying structure of existence and whatever it was that kept it together. Exotic forms of matter, most of which weren’t even dreamed of by physicists back on that planet she used to call home, entire sections of reality that were governed by laws that were not the ones that Starry herself knew from her mortal days, countless billions of galaxies stretching outwards in a universe that, if not infinite, was certainly big enough that the vixen couldn’t possibly imagine herself consuming even a portion of it, let alone the totality of the place. That is, until she did; it was sudden, in the way that one woke up from a dream and found that they were still sleeping on their bed and not off in some grand adventure with their favourite fictional hero, with the sudden jolt that came from consuming the very last thing in existence being enough to shock Starry back to a consciousness she wasn’t even aware she had lost in the first place. It felt like just moments prior she was floating next to where the Sun used to be, and yet now there was… nothing. No stars, no clusters, no nebulae or galaxies, no clusters of the latter either, not even the background radiation left over from when the whole cosmos exploded into being, just… nothing. In a snap, in an instant (one that probably lasted for aeons, but still), it was all gone, absorbed into her radiant, absurdly curvaceous form, leaving Starry feeling at once thoroughly satisfied and yet utterly directionless. If there was nothing else, what was she supposed to do? Float there, in the vast, empty, black nothingness, until the last photons stopped bouncing around and she stopped being able to see herself? Surely, as a goddess, she should be capable of some measure of creative power, even if it was only wielded for the sake of creating yet more food for her endless existential feast… but if so, how? So much time spent destroying had left her bereft of ideas for how to do the opposite, which was perfectly fine as far as her alter-selves were concerned, as it made it a lot simpler for them to “suggest” a few things that this future Prime would interpret as her own subconscious helping her piece things together. They could suggest a series of steps, outlining everything she had to do to achieve even greater heights, since, ultimately, the whole point of going crazy with the universal consumption was to bask in the unending pleasure of being so utterly superior to everything else that she could literally eat it without giving it a second thought, becoming ever greater in the process. They could suggest what she should do to herself, what she should do with her memory, and how much of her past life she should be able to remember; and in the end, they could implant a deeper suggestion, one that Starry wouldn’t even be aware of, yet would guide and motivate her towards repeating this entire process, again and again, ever mounting on itself with increasingly absurd exponentials. It was, in fact, quite easy for the infinite ocean of Starries in the multiverse to place their ideas in the back of their future Prime’s mind and let them fester until they fermented properly; for creatures who had dominated their reality and joined the collective of their selves that ruled over all of Creation, there was no real difference between a year and a millennium, an age or an epoch. Just as long as things careened towards the right endpoint, they were happy to wait, since at the very least it gave them an excuse to play with one another in ways that defied logic and explanation, all while their soon-to-be Prime was incubated in a brand new universe, one of her own creation, with rules explicitly laid out to make sure she made the absolute best of it. *** Starry opened her eyes, spotting the same cracks on the ceiling that she did every morning. Her back hurt tremendously from yet another night of sleeping in the incorrect position after huddling up on the couch watching terrible movies until an irresponsible hour, but at least she felt rested enough to take on the new day without much grumbling, much being the key-word. As usual, most of her morning routine came in the form of safety preparations, with the vixen having to take extra care to triple-check her list of bullet points just to make sure she didn’t forget anything; it was difficult work, being the only normal person in a world where the smallest of people were about three times as big as she was, at the very least, to say nothing of some of the bigger ones walking around creating quakes wherever they went. At times, Starry felt a certain pang of jealousy whenever she looked at someone’s tits and noticed how they covered most of their front down to the knee, while her own bug bites looked like puberty had completely missed them; the same could be said for all the plump, pillowy butts she saw on a regular basis, some of which nearly sat on her whenever she wasn’t paying attention to the array of mirrors she had on her, which nearly always prompted her to pat her own ass and despair at how tiny it felt when cupped in her hands. Yet, she never quite let it get to her, at least not too much; there was something in the back of her head that had led her to believe that, ultimately, everything would be fine, even if she didn’t know how. It was a conviction, a belief, that someday, she would wake up and be just as big as everyone else was; after all, she was the only person on that planet that was even remotely regular-sized, compared to everyone else who had apparently decided that catching the hyper bug was their number one concern. Surely, at some point, she too would roll over from bed and notice her nipples were grazing the ceiling, or her ass had completely wrecked the bedframe underneath her; it was only fair, after so many years spent being the butt of jokes on the part of her coworkers, who had all apparently decided that she would’ve looked amazing as a hyper, and then proceeded to relentlessly tease her about it. Thus, the belief: everything was going to turn out just fine in the end. Plus, the vixen had to admit, there was something inherently enjoyable about being so much tinier than everyone else around her, though she could never quite put her finger on it. Nor why it left her blushing so furiously each time.

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Title: Penalty by AbelNezumi Tags: Abuse, Adult, Alcohol, Betrayal, Coyote, Cub, Feline, Gay, Kitten, Nudity, Shower, Touchdown, Violence, cliffhanger Penalty ©2011 The Origamist The red ember begged for one last second, but just crumpled in a cloud of acrid smoke in the ashtray. The orange cat, a female in her mid-30s, sighed as she twisted the cigarette back and forth, outing it unceremoniously before flicking it to the side onto a growing pile of about thirty of the smokes' siblings. Damien stared at the pile and swallowed hard, tugging nervously at the fabric draping him. When he had come in at in the late afternoon, he was wearing all new clothes that his coach, Trey, had bought him before he had driven the kitten home. His new sweatshirt was a deep purple, and his jeans a sky blue, almost like skinny jeans. He hadn't wanted them in the first place, but they made Trey growl with a smile, the adult shifting his loins. His bare feet were replaced with new, bulky skate-shoes, black and white with checkered laces. And he was still wearing those long, white socks. The two had showered together until they were clean of each other's scents, with a lot of kissing and rubbing in the process, young Damien smiling in the muscular jaguars' arms. The steam, that musky steam and the warmth encircling his imagination and he closed his eyes, fantasizing back to the porcelain room he was in not an hour earlier... The kitten coughed suddenly as he inhaled a passing cloud of smoke that brought him back to reality. His mother remained stoic on the couch, her back turned to him. The apartment was set up in such a way that when one walked in, the couch and living room was too the right, kitchen was on the left, bathroom in the middle, a bedroom on either side. No time or money for superfluity. Finally, his mother sighed and turned around to him, a tired, maternal smile on her face as she laid her right arm across the back of the couch. "So," she started in the voice of a long-term smoker, heavy and softened, deteriorating. "That coach of yours called when you were still asleep. Hell, that must've been a good game for you to sleep until noon." Damien just smiled back and shrugged, starting to walk back towards his room. "It was pretty good," he said, "we won again. Why didn't y- " His mom cut off his question with a laugh of triumph. "Hey, that's my boy!" The laugh ended with a small cough, before she turned back to the wall, coughing and hacking in the smoke. Her son watched on in aggravated consent as she finished wheezing, smiting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. "Shit...I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she muttered, waving her left paw up as she stood, wiping the back of her mouth on her wrist. The kitten grimaced and began to walk down to his room, knowing that she was going to try and give him a hug, try to appear like a normal mother for once. There was no probing about the locked door, the needle outside, her missing the game. It wasn't like he cared anyway. "Damey, honey, I'm sorry I missed you there." Oh...so much for that line of thought. "I just found this other guy..." "Another?" he replied dully, not bothering to turn around. His mom went through boyfriends almost like she did her smokes. But to his surprise, she said, "Not all like that, hon. He's gonna help me quit." Damien whirled around in surprise, and she just chuckled, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her smile hopeful and genuine. "He's actually here right now." Ms. Lafayette had been a hard smoker for as long as Damien could remember, so telling her son that she was quitting. All he could think was... "What? ... Where is he, then?" The kitten turned back again, looking first to his mothers' room on the right to the bathroom in the middle, and then saw something odd about the scene. The bathroom door was closed, something that only happened when the door was chain-locked from the inside, as the apartment tilted towards the back a bit. And sure enough, there was the sound of metal scraping and the door swung open. Out walked a tall, tawny coyote, fiddling with a silver skull belt buckle and zipping up his fly. He glanced up with a paternal desire in his eyes as he made eye contact with the young feline, and Damien shuddered as for just a brief moment, he saw Trey smiling at him through that stare. "And this must be the all-star I keep hearing about! How are you, Damien? My name's Max," the canine said. His voice was soft and deep, a deep sense of urban culture in his words. His khakis were pressed and straight, his plaid collared shirt a particularly preppy shade of blue. "Max. Well, uh, hi. Damien," the boy replied, extending his paw. The adult took it and shook it, a grip like iron in paws like velvet. The older cat laughed a little as she stepped forwards to retrieve her coat from the kitchen counter, which also served as a dining room table. Putting on her coat, she called over her shoulder. "I'll let you two have some man to man time. I've finally got a job interview downtown." The coyote grinned as he waved her goodbye, and Damien turned to wave as well. She made eye contact with her son, and smiled broadly with vigor that the kitten had not ever remembered seeing. "It's all going up, Damey," she said, before walking out the door again, closing and locking it behind her. The orange cub's ears tilted down as he lost himself in another thought. So he had to spend the night outside - what of it? She was still caring for him as best she could, still was seeking help, and this time, it seemed so much more positive. He couldn't help but think the same thoughts he had every time something like this happened. It was all a selfish figment of his mind. Max cleared his throat, and Damien looked back up into his face, turning his head as the canine knelt to be eye to eye with him. "Hey, she'll be back soon enough," he said, misunderstanding the cubs' expression. "And by the way, I like the new clothes. She'll notice soon enough." Without warning, the adult reached out and pinched the sweatshirt fabric in his fingers. Damien almost gasped as he realized it as well; his mother hadn't even seemed to notice he what he was wearing, even though they had both known - or was it just him? - that they hadn't gone proper clothes shopping in over a year. "Well, uh, thanks," was all that the boy could really get out. The turmoil in the house seemed different than usual. He was used to these men moving in and out of the house, the fights, the drugs, the breakups and everything. But Max seemed so much different, and it scared him in a way he didn't understand. The coyote smiled and began to walk past him to the kitchen, still trying to carry out a conversation. "You know, I'm a good friend of your coach. Trey's a nice guy." Maybe that was it, some sort of spark. Damien followed him into the kitchen in time to see him open up a beer bottle, turning and raising a glass in his direction. "We went to the same schools, first grade through college. We've shared a lot of memories," he said, sipping the alcohol and blanching. "God knows why she drinks this stuff; it's gone all flat or something." The kitten smiled nervously before he dared to reply silently, a simple shrug. Max was telling him something that he wasn't hearing right. What was that coyote thinking? Usually, he could tell whether the men in his mothers' life wanted sex, drugs, love, or all three, but the canine was a hard read. He must have been studying the adult intensely, because Max frowned and tried to give a smile back. "Not the loudest boy on the block, huh?" The cub blushed, and Max eased up, laughing as he walked forwards to fuzzle Damien in between the ears, a big paw making the smaller fur growl and flush crimson at the touch messing up his headfur. "Tell you what, let's watch some sort of TV, alright? It'll get your mind off of everything that's happening," the coyote said, walking towards the couch. Damien followed, and dared to give a quick glance at the adults' toned lower body. He was definitely handsome, but what was he here for? The boy took a seat at the opposite end of the couch from the pile of burned-out cigarettes, and Max wrinkled his nose. He sat right next to the cub and sighed, giving him a tired smile. "She - your mother is a wonderful woman, but she just needs to get her...priorities...straightened out," he said before looking about the grayed, wrinkled couch for some sort of remote. Damien reached in between the crack of one of the seats, and pulled out the plastic device, cracked and missing half the buttons. Max grinned at him when he saw that the kitten found it, and they both turned to the screen as Damien pressed the red power button, their reflections disappearing and their ears simultaneously perking at the electronic buzz. The black screen slowly faded into a shot of some sort of home shopping network, the default setting for the set. Neither of the felines living there knew how to change it. Max appeared to ignore the babbling blondes on the screen, talking about how much they loved the new emeralds in from Nicaragua this year, taking a small sip from the beer he was holding. The coyote glanced at the bottle, then over to Damien. The kitten appeared to be watching with a slightly glazed look on his face, trying to think of some way to get a conversation started. He heard the adult chuckle, and glanced over to see him offer the boy the bottle. "You ever try beer, Damien?" The young cat shook his head, and Max just offered it again with a slight tilt of his wrist, the liquid making small, wet noises as it slid against the sides of the glass. The boy eyed the liquid with a sort of caution tinged with disdain. Sure, he could try new things, but this seemed a bit far for him. Max grinned, and stood up again, holding up one finger to indicate his returning. Damien nodded, and turned to follow the adults' movements behind him. The coyote went back to the fridge and pulled out a bottle with a sunset on it, the words unintelligible. He got out a glass, and the cub turned back around quickly, pretending to be mesmerized by the television. He turned his head casually - or so he hoped - to see the adult pouring him half a glass of the golden liquid and handing it to him. Damien took the drink gently, giving it a sniff. He raised his eyebrows, turning to Max. "Is this iced tea?" he asked, taking a sip. "Best around! Long Island iced tea," Max replied, noting how the boys' eyes lit up when he tasted the drink. There was some alcohol, sure, but the taste was just strong to have flavor and still taste like sweet tea that he was used to. He took a proper drink, then coughed, then took another drink. The coyote just sipped as he watched the kitten drinking, the deceptive taste of the drink overriding the alcohol. Damien smiled into the drink, and almost gave that smile genuinely to Max before he caught himself. Was he this used to the chaos, this used to change that he could illegally share a drink with a man he had never met, and who was presumably staying in their house? "Does she notice *anything*, Damien?" The cub glanced up, surprised, to see the adult looking towards the women on the television bitterly, with his paw clenched around the bottle. He shot Damien a look, growling, "You stayed out the whole goddamn night. You come back with totally new clothes, and she shoves you into my arms like I'm fucking Santa Claus." He began to chuckle, but out of disbelief rather than actual humor. The boy just stared as the big coyote as he shook his head, swigging his beer violently, clenching his fingers tight around the bottle. Looking back, Damien saw where Max was coming from. As they stared together at the infomercial, he realized just how crazy his life was from that viewpoint. Together, he and his mother each spent long nights out, the changes and behaviors only recognizable as warning signs to the other. Damien's mother knew that when he came home earlier than normal and was silent, it was a bad day at school, due to the fact that usually he hung around with some friends before walking. And just by hearing, the son had figured out when his mother was either coming home drunk, high, or when any other sort of substance had found its' way into her. Damien also knew when she had small 'parties' in the apartment, the sounds of glass clinking, lighters flicking and the guests throwing up resonating throughout the halls. The boyfriend issue was something else that the cub had gotten used to. His mom went through men quickly, as most were just long-term fuck-buddies. Each one, she often said during a dinner of stale Hot Pockets, could have some significance on her life, each one could make a difference; most of them ended up leaving because she didn't have the money to keep the drugs going. This coming and going made Max a new development here. How did this gentle, normal person end up in their house? And she said he was going to help her quit. Quit drugs? Drinking? Smoking? *All of the above!* The voice chimed from the set, jerking the memories away from Damien and bringing the room back into focus, his eyes drawn lazily to the giggling bimbos. Suddenly, he felt a paw snake around his shoulder, and he glanced up with surprise as Max pulled him closer, sighing. "Sorry, kid...I know it's a lot for you to handle," he mumbled, glancing down to the kittens' surprised expression. Damien shrugged a little, pulling his legs up onto the couch and leaning against the older male. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass he held loosely, and replied, "I'm used to it all." What else could he say? It was true - mostly - and it was obvious that Max had seen everything that was happening in their small family. There wasn't anything he thought was worth hiding. Oh, that Coach was here right now...he really needed a snuggle, but he made do with the coyote, who looked slightly surprised as the emotionally exhausted kitten snuggled against his chest, his exhaling making a gentle mewling as he closed his eyes just for a moment. For some reason, he was feeling sleepier than usual, but that thought soon evaporated from his mind as he took another drink, draining the alcoholic tea. As soon as his glass was empty, the coyote reached over and filled it up again. The boy murmured his thanks as he took yet another sip, making the older male laugh gently at him. "Jesus, lil' dude, we're going to turn you into a regular drunk if you keep this up," Max said, grinning as he watched the cub keep drinking. But the boy shrugged it off as he just nuzzled himself closer to the coyote. The adult raised his eyebrows at the way the kitten relaxed around him, but didn't push him back as the small cheek pressed back against his breast. The silence permeated the room, driving Max to fumble with the remote and click the channels, skimming past waves of advertisements, bad daytime television, cooking shows, and everything in between until they reached the music channels, near the end of the listings. The first one they reached was a instrumental station, a mix of jazz and blues. The coyote raised the remote, but Damien reached his paw up to stay his press, his fingers sliding lazily off the plastic as he shook his head. "This sounds nice," he mumbled, a tired smile on his face as he took another small drink. His eyes began to flicker, and his smile faltered as he tried to think about this. He had just slept well the previous night, and had had another good nap beforehand. He wondered why he was so tired now, but he was too tired to think about it. Max took the drink from the young kitten and placed it on the ground, pressing a gentle fingertip to the boys' nose. "I think you've had enough for me," the coyote growled deeply, and Damien looked up at him with confusion. But before the cub could ask about it, he felt himself pushed over gently as Max hugged him, turning their bodies so that they were chest-to-chest. He glanced down towards the ground, but the adult took two fingers and tilted his head upwards, giving a smirk of condescension. Damien tried to pull back, leaning against the hug and growling gently under his breath. "L...lemme go," he said slowly, a lot more slowly than he had meant to. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but the words seemed to break off like parched earth, turning into verbal clay before they could come out. All he could think about was going back... He imagined that instead of this new coyote, the new man who was going to help, a stranger, he was back with Coach Trey, the sturdy, gentle jaguar, his lover and friend - his boyfriend, if he dared. He painted that feline amber over the deep brown canine eyes, tried to place spots on the fur, but all he saw was that leering grin and jagged teeth, taunting him, weakening him. The kitten let his ears back and exhaled a whimper, trying focus back on the adults' face. Max spoke again, but the words and image were slightly out of focus. Damien shook his head as they started to drift back again, the tips of his ears twitching. "I'll be honest with you," Max was saying, "Trey and I...we talked about a lot of crazy things in college. But you know what the biggest thing that we shared was?" The adult sat back upright, letting go of the kitten. Damien slumped back down and edged away, his eyes still on the coyote. Max glared at the television, a dangerous smile playing on his face. He didn't even look in the cubs' direction as he continued to speak, his paws laid on his lap gently, but deliberately, as if it took all of his control to keep them there. "The thing we both wanted to do the must, the deepest secret, was that we both wanted to fuck little boys like you." Damien froze solid, his muscles locking up in his arms and down his legs, freezing him in place. He was sitting on the couch with his feet on the cushion and his paws behind him. Most of the fuzzy image of the coyote was seen over the top of his knees. Max continued, "When we got out of campus, we stayed in touch a lot. I went into relationship counseling and family problems and the like - a shrink. I talked to a lot of parents who sobbed their eyes out about those sorts of thoughts, the thought of sex with their children. And I stopped them all, but I told them that if their child wanted to do it then they should go ahead. They're so curious, and so cute. How could you say no to that?" He let out a soft laugh, almost of sympathy, before his gaze shifted to the cowering boy next to him. His eyes iced over and became as steel, and his smile became a thin line of contempt. "And then you came along." Damien swallowed hard, and he hurriedly shifted his body as Max rose, giving the remote a click as the babble died away from the screen with an electronic fizzle. He kept eye contact with the cub as he circled, never blinking, never smiling, his fingers moving in and out as he glared the boy into submission. "Trey became a gym teacher, a coach. He never bragged to me about seeing you boys half-naked, about how all the kids came to him with their personal bullshit and how he loved all of them so. Oh no. The only time he was bragging to me was with you." The large canine stopped moving, and the smoky air hung stale about them as he faced the trembling boy. "That pussycat and I never fucked in college, because *he* said that he was gonna save it for someone that he loved. He said that it just wasn't right to do it out of lust. But then...you show up and change everything. You became the only topic of what he blabbed about, the only thing keeping your shitty little team together. He told me how you liked to look at the other boys in the shower," Max went on, a large, toothy smile forming as he neared the climax of the sentence. The kitten splayed his ears back and swallowed hard, his mind racing and heart pounding. A bead of sweat dropped down from his brow, running from his eye like a tear. But Max kept on smiling, his body stock still as he stared at Damien. The kitten began to breathe harder audibly, something he almost never did as his athletic physique always kept him in shape. It was rare that he ever breathed heavily in these situations, but now he felt his lungs nearly collapsing, the room bulging and out of focus. His eyes almost began to droop, but fear kept them alive as he held his ground in front of the maddened coyote. "I know what you are..." the adult said. "Say it. Say it to my face, boy." The cub opened his mouth, but no words came out, just a dry, gagging noise. His throat felt like it was on fire, and he needed a drink of water desperately. He could only swallow hard as Max's eyes narrowed, and he leaned down in front of Damien, their noses nearly touching. "You are a faggot." Max stared down at the boy with the same dominant grin. "Say it. Tell me how much of a little cockfaggot you are." "N....no..." Damien whispered, shaking his head slowly. Each shake made the room vibrate a little, and he felt his head start to pound along with his heart. *The tea...oh no...* he thought, but that unbroken sentence was soon pushed from his mind. Instead, his gaze slowly hovered to the right arm of the coyote that had suddenly moved up into the air, and the paw that was quickly descending towards him. As soon as he could focus on the palm, it had already come down hard across the top of his cheek, the tip of the claws shredding part of his skin and tawny fur when the fingers raked past. But the flat of the hand itself made an intense force against his face, and a searing, stinging pain had rapidly spread throughout his entire visage, shattering his lethargic composure as he yowled, toppling over onto his elbow as he clutched his left paw up to the marks. Max drew his paw back and smirked as Damien let out a sob, the kitten placing both paws pressed down on the cushions for support, elbows shuddering violently as he let his head hang in pathetic defeat. A drop of blood trickled down into the crevice of his lips and made a crimson line of liquid, shimmering in the dull light. The coyote ignored the boy and instead perked his ears up and withdrew a slim flip-phone from his pocket casually, the vibrations ceasing. He opened it up casually and let out a soft chuckle as he pressed buttons, flipping the device down again and slipping it into his tenting pants again. "That was your mother," he said softly. "She's not going to be home for a little bit, because she landed the job and they have her working with the group already!" The kitten just let out a muted sob, and the adult sighed as he reached forward, firmly gripping the scruff of Damien's neck. He held his breath from a sobbing gasp as Max lifted him nearly upright, the skin on the back of his neck tingling as he was forced into a sitting position with his rear hovering a couple inches off of the couch, his arms going limp as he stared into the eyes of the canine, licking the blood that was pooling around his mouth. But Max leaned forward and extended his tongue, giving a slow swipe across the childs' face, their tongues meeting as he cleaned off the blood he had spilled. He withdrew his face and wiped his mouth with what he probably thought was a gentle smile, the half-drunk, terrified kitten closing his eyes and turning his face aside. Max peered back at him as he opened his mouth, letting out one single, squeaky word. The adult dug his claws into the nape of the boys' neck and twisted his face into a snarl, hoisting him roughly into the air, his toes hovering above the dingy carpet. "What did you just say?!" he shouted, shaking the young feline like a ragdoll. As he swung, Damien lifted up his face and opened his eyes, tears swirling with the blood as he forced his lips apart, a breath echoing through the irate silence. "T...Trey..." Max dropped him. Damien didn't even bother to try and catch himself as he crumpled in a heap to the floor, his head spinning as he felt the whole world go sideways. He felt terrible beyond any sickness, his aching heart the only emotion he could hang on to, his neck and cheek aching horribly, his living room spinning before him in a blurry haze. The coyote stood over him, fuming and clenching his paws. "I loved that fucking cat, more than anything," he hissed, gripping the sides of his pants, now wrinkled. "And you came along and took it. You stole him you little- !" Instead of a debasing name, he swiftly threw his foot forwards into the cubs' groin, making the small boy scream as he slid back from the force of the kick, a nauseating ache forcing its' way into every nerve in his body, his lungs seizing up as his stomach turned. The adult looked down on the coiled child, the kitten contorting into a ball, sweat seeping through his clothes as his eyes rolled back in their sockets. His mouth opened in a breathless, soundless shout, his vision going out as he fought to stay awake, but couldn't. It was almost for the best; as he slipped into unconsciousness, the pain slowly formed into a throb, a distant ache that led the blurred room into blackness. He rolled his head over as he saw the blurry shape of a large figure looming over him. There was a movement, and his balls exploded in pain again, the tissue succumbing to the forceful foot as he surrendered to the darkness. --- |---- He awoke to a room full of silence. Silence and the acrid smell of urine. At first, as he looked out into the room, he had a sudden thought that he had died, but the whiteness turned out to be a stucco wall that was turned sideways in his vision. Cheap tile ran from the edge of the wall to where his head was resting, slowly coming into focus as he regained consciousness. His head pounded in a steady throb, and he winced just from waking up, the semi-hangover forcing its' way into his brain. His balls still hurt like hell, and he curled up slightly, cupping his paws around his tender genitals. The first thing to strike him was the warmth of the whole room; it was too warm for this late in the year. It was to the point of excessive heat, like a sauna, and he could almost imagine the steam billowing out of the walls and heating his body. He had been there once, when the team and the other boys decided to spend a day at the local pool and gym, where they all pretended to be adults, stripping down and laughing and faking how they weren't uncomfortable with their penis sizes around the other boys. Nobody had lost their innocence quite yet, and they all remained average in their own minds, the kitten being the only one with roving eyes to the supple flesh of the other males, stretched around the wooden benches, misty vapor encircling them like a cloak. The second thing that struck him was the smoke. Or at least, he thought it was smoke, until he realized that the only smell in the room was his own sweat, some blood - which he licked off his lips, and thus the scent disappeared - and that smell of piss, like rotten battery acid. It spilled out slightly onto the floor and drifted down the spires of stucco, ghosts playing tag in the walls. Also, his haunches and coiled legs felt wet, and for a moment he feared that he had somehow urinated in his sleep. But the water was still moving, and his own member was nestled in his sheath, as far as he could feel, and all his fur down there was still dry. He blinked, and the room came more into focus. He could see that the walls were surprisingly cleaned, and almost seemed plastic in the way that the whole room sparkled. Water droplets from the steam has settled over everything, and the florescent lighting cast its' sparkles over whatever refracted its' light. "Don't get up quite yet. You're probably having a massive headache right about now." Damien widened his eyes in fear, and Max simply chuckled as he continued, rolling with the kittens' reactions to the point where the boy might as well be a ragdoll, or a common pet. "I mean, shit, you drunk quite a bit of liquor for a virgin - well, a drink virgin anyway. Sleeping for...what's it been?" A brief silence allowed the child to hear his heart beat once, violently, before his ears pricked to catch his tormentors' words. "It's round about midnight now. You've been on the deep end for, like, eleven hours. At least you woke up a little around nine." Something must have triggered in his body to signify his confusion, because the adult chuckled softly and continued, "Well, right around six-thirty, you started to thrash, and you barfed something crazy, kid. Sounded like you were going to die. Looked like it, too." There was more silence. Damien tried to decode his scenario, his aching mind racing as his memory fumbled through the haze. There was a few wet slaps, feet stepping into a puddle. As the coyote stepped behind him, he heard the steady progress, then the full force of the shower bouncing its' water against the porcelain. The water leaking out of the open door vibrated underneath his immobile legs. Suddenly, and with a silent alarm of a figure kneeling down, Max reached over and grabbed Damien by the arms, lifting him up into a kneeling position. The room careened as he was hoisted upright, but Damien took it in stride as he looked out over the whole bathroom. It was simple, and almost all white. Plain, rectangular cabinets, a mirror, also rectangular, a white toothbrush hanging on a hook on the wall, and silver handles. The cub caught the edge of his reflection in the mirror, and decided that the clawmarks across his face weren't too bad, and just took off a lot of skin. He was healing remarkably fast, and as he was lifted he began to wonder if this was all part of some dream, when he felt Max behind him. The coyote was naked and ground up against the boy as he also began to stand, trying to get him up onto his feet. Damien worked his legs up as he tried to get his body upright, his arms out to the sides as he was picked up by the adult hugging him across his chest, the strong arms underneath his armpits. The boy realized that his kidnapper wasn't erect at all, and that he was treating the boy like a drunken buddy rather than a sex item or a capture. His soles met the cool tile, and he tried to straighten his legs on the watery floor. A thin layer had spread almost all across the bathroom, but Max seemed to ignore it as he crouched down again, tracing his paws over the kittens' sides. Damien didn't try to fight back, but clenched his fists as he closed his eyes, feeling the coyote caress the bends in his digitigrades. "You're such a curvy boy," he chuckled, massaging Damien's toes before standing again. The cub heard a creaking noise, and opened his eyes to see the adult stepping out into the hall. "Sorry about that smell, by the way. A marking just felt ceremonial." With a teasing smile, he closed the door behind him, leaving the kitten and the open shower. The boy listened to the receding paws as he was left totally alone before turning, testing how his legs were walking. He found that while his head was still pounding like a freight train, his balance was only mildly affected. Stepping into the white shower, European style with no tub, he closed the glass door and sank to the ground, the lukewarm water washing over his body. Crouching, he felt behind him and grimaced as his fingers traced over the matted fur where Max had "marked" him, shaking off the traces of urine as he reached up and groped over a shelf for some soap. Soon, he was all lathered up and standing normally, his headache slowly receding to a dull throb. He stood out of the showers' flow and closed his eyes, trying not to think about how well-executed the kidnapping was. Max had gotten close to his mother, established the trust. He had seduced the cub with sugar and sympathy, and taken him for whatever he could be muscled into doing. But the one flaw was the plan, which was why his balls also ached and his cheek was torn. Damien stuck out his paw into the shower to rinse it off before wiping the tear from his eye, a wavering smile tingeing his lips. The memory of that spotted Hercules, that aphrodisiac of muscle and tender grinding, the loving caress of his coach and mentor around him gave him a tether that he could hold onto when he fought against Max's will. "You can take my life," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the water, "but you cannot take my love." The only response was the shower pounding away apathetically and the far-off sound of a siren. Feeling sheepish, Damien began to rinse the soap down the drain, and tried his best to prepare himself for the oncoming storm. --- |---- Max gave him a slow once-over, smiling as he patted the bed. "C'mon, sit beside me. I'm not pissed off at you enough to bite." The cub leaned against the doorframe uncertainly, but even when he glanced back up, the coyote was lounging in the exact same position, with the exact same grin, indifferent to the boys' standing with the exception of a small pawing next to him again as an indicator of Damien's padded throne. One glance around showed that the coyote seemed to have a taste for the plain; the walls were a pale blue, as were the sheets, and except for the plain wood floor, everything else in the room was white. Even the drawers in the corner were white. The whole bedroom - and the house, for that matter - was immaculate. The boy was naked again. But for some reason, he didn't feel any sort of self-consciousness. Maybe it was because he was trying to mentally prepare himself for this, or because he wasn't aroused by the situation at all, or simply because he didn't care about being naked anymore. Just a couple of odd starts in the locker room can get you prepared for being naked in front of other males, but even that retained an amicable awkwardness. Max had a quality that somehow made Damien hate him and feel slightly comfortable around him at the same time, but mostly, the cub hated the adult at the moment. He did violently attack him, after all. Leveling his eyes with the coyote, the young football player walked towards the bed and sat, trying his best to glare. "My balls still hurt." As if to incense the cubs' anger, Max shrugged and raised a paw flat, like a waiter carrying a platter. "Hey, you got me in a rough spot. Trey and I have a rough past, and now you're fucking him and he's fucking you, and you're what, eleven? Jesus..." he said, "I can't tell who the bigger pedo here is." Damien stared as the adult looked off into the distance, as if this situation was no better or worse than when they were watching the stupid television and drinking together. But eventually, the coyote looked over and saw the anger marked in stone on the boys' face. His smile turned into a nonchalant grin - nothing condescending, just more serious than before. "Look, bro," he said calmly, placing a paw on Damien's knee, "I know I hurt you. And I'm sorry." Feeling the cub tense up under his palm, he let go and gingerly curled his fingers, partly because of caution and partly because of respect for his victim. "It just...bugs me, you know?" The silence hung in the room like pictures in an art gallery that nobody was buying. Both parties stared at each other, an unwritten contest between them. Damien wanted nothing more but to get out and back to Trey, to get him to call the police and get the coyote locked up for good. So what if he lost his temper? He beat him up. He degraded the boy. He pissed on his unconscious body. His paws balled up into fists and he began to eye the adults' groin as a target when he jerked his head up in disbelief. "W-what?" His ears must have been deceiving him, the silence of the room overpowering his sense of hearing when Max just commented. "I said, the door's right there. You can leave if you want." The kitten stared at Max before snapping his neck to the doorframe he had just come through. He could see a window, light, escape from here. He could see his way back home. He could even make out his pile of clothes sitting on the counter. He swiveled his head back around to the coyote, who was grinning down at him before turning away from the cub, picking up his cell phone - had it been behind him this whole time? - and scrolling through something. Keeping his eyes on the adult, Damien slid off of the sheets and began pacing his way backwards across the hardwood floor. Groping behind him, he steadied himself against the doorframe and stared intently through narrowed eyes at the coyote. Max stopped scrolling and gave the cub a look of intent superiority. *I know something you don't know, and you're nothing but a child. You can't handle anything in this.* The kitten kept watching as Max bent down, reached back and slid his phone across the floor to land spinning about at Damien's splayed footpaws. His toes curled in surprise, and he glanced back up towards his kidnapper, who, unsurprisingly, was now staring out the window. Picking up the phone, he started reading the text. It had apparently been through some sort of text or chat service, from the user of the phone to spotted\_pigskin11. The cubs' stomach did a turn as he scrolled through with his thumb. YOU: No shit! spotted\_pigskin11: ya he totlly fell for me \<3 spotted\_pigskin11: nice ass cub YOU: Well, any chanc you can hit me up? YOU: \*chance spotted\_pigskin11: dude I dunno he really likes me spotted\_pigskin11: like LIKES me lol YOU: Consider this... spotted\_pigskin11: whats up? *image\_3955.jpg. sent from phone.* spotted\_pigskin11: holy fuck YOU: Asleep in the seat next to me. spotted\_pigskin11: oh fuck im horny again YOU: Want me to head back over? His mother thinks he's coming to my place, but he won't tell. spotted\_pigskin11: wait wtf whats the thing on his cheek? YOU: He fell, scraped against the counter. Poor boy spotted\_pigskin11: ah I c thank god spotted\_pigskin11: well why not have fun with him yourself? Lol YOU: Do you really think he'll go for that? You did say he "likes" you... spotted\_pigskin11: bro all cubs are cumsluts YOU: This takes me back to the good old days.... spotted\_pigskin11: watch yourself YOU: Sorry spotted\_pigskin11: Its kk he shouldv thought twice before being a poof but at least hes a fucking hot piece of ass Damien couldn't read any further into the message his paws were shaking so hard. He saw the reflection in the phones' surface, and looked up to see that Max had come back to stand over him. "'A hot piece of ass'," he repeated, shaking his head. "And you thought he loved you." The kitten felt a tugging in his chest, like his ribs were being compressed. All that time, and he had been thought of as a slut. And was he? He had teased his coach, and had used his dildo and fucked himself, and he had let Trey know before anybody else in the world because, secretly, he wanted that sort of relationship...but now, he had disillusioned himself into becoming in love. The first man besides Timothy he had touched, and he was in love. What was wrong with him? Max placed both paws on the boys' shoulders. "So what will it be?" The coyote pointed to the door. "You can go home, or go to the coach and tell him. You can quit the team. You can do any number of things that you want to do for retribution, young man." The adult sighed and began kneading into the kittens' muscle. "Or you can stay here and live up to what that cat was saying. If you want it so bad, you can fuck me." A tear dripped down the cubs' face onto the floor, and he could feel himself clenching up again, like he was left in the cold with a needle in his foot. The canine in front of him just held on, keeping him steady. "What will it be, Damien?" The kitten looked up with the white room reflected in his eyes, and opened his mouth. \--|-- Duhn duhn duhn! Comment or message me. The side with the most convincing argument will see that side written - confront Trey or yiff? Or something totally different? And since this is pretty short, it'll come out in two parts. I am a horrible person ©2011 TheOrigamist

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The sound of crashing waves filled the air as Fira got comfortable on her chair, lounging about after a long, arduous day of doing absolutely nothing useful with her life. Vacations were always the best time of the year, especially when she had someone like Ash with her to spice things up; not a single night went by that the two of them didn’t do something that would leave the neighbors complaining back home, seeing as they had no one to worry about disturbing in their cabin by the shoreline. Granted, things usually took so many turns that walking the day after was slightly harder than usual, but the raptress wasn’t about to complain, not when every night was unforgettable, not when every hour the two spent there in that tropical paradise was another memory that she’d cherish for years to come. Ash, meanwhile, seemed to have taken those two weeks as an opportunity to experiment; the dragoness insisted that it was merely her usual self shining through now that they could be as noisy as they wanted, but Fira was certain that what the two had been doing was far, far beyond what Ash would regularly want to experience. No, the raptress was convinced that her partner was deliberately going out of her way to get the two involved in doing things they normally wouldn’t, though for what reason, she couldn’t tell; not that she wanted to, just as long as it kept happening, because if there was one thing Ash had in spades, it was creativity and stamina, a dangerous combination that often left the two of them gasping for breath after just a few short minutes. Whatever the dragoness was cooking up that day, however, was taking significantly longer than it usually did; her chemical concoctions were normally finished in just a couple of hours, but Ash had been locked away in the cabin for most of the afternoon, tinkering away at what Fira could only assume was a volatile compound designed to alter their bodies in such a radical fashion that they’d barely be able to contain their arousal even if they tried. Be it through an improved libido or just a flat-out boost to their stamina, the raptress knew that whenever she accepted a drink from Ash’s alchemical laboratory, she was dooming herself to yet another few hours where nothing but physicality mattered; there was a very good reason why she was as athletic as she was, after all. Nevertheless, when she heard the door to their cabin slam shut somewhere behind her, Fira did her best to pretend like she hadn’t heard it; part of the fun was letting Ash walk up behind her and reveal their newest invention, even if doing so ran the risk of the two getting together in the open where anyone could see them. Then again, there was no one there to begin with, so why bother? The sand would get everywhere, but that hardly mattered in comparison to the sheer amount of fun the two of them could have together, especially if magically aided along; it was only when the dragoness walked in front of Fira, waving a flask in one hand with a bright, almost ludicrously-wide smile on her face, that the raptress had to raise an eyebrow, since-” “Why did you bring a flask of water?” The question sounded ridiculous the moment it left her lips; of course Ash wouldn’t waste the couple’s time with water, so it had to be something different. Yet, used as she was to all manner of colourful liquids and oddly-tinged solutions, Fira was left somewhat befuddled that what Ash had in her hands looked to be a vial of perfectly ordinary, clear water, as if she’d just gone over to the ocean and filled it when the raptress wasn’t looking. The archmage, to her credit, didn’t react to the comment, choosing instead to snap her fingers and have Fira’s chair vanish into thin air, all while moving them upwards so they’d end up standing on their two feet. The raptress didn’t exactly like to have her body warped like that, since it did a number on her balance and sense of direction, but the annoyance was always mitigated by the knowledge that whenever it happened, it was because Ash had something so spectacular to share that it simply couldn’t wait; indeed, the dragoness barely gave their lover a second before bringing the two of them together into a tight hug, dangling the glass vial above their heads like mistletoe. “I wasted hours trying to perfect the formula, but I’ve done it,” she announced giddily, far too happy with herself for it to be remotely safe, “something I’ve been looking at for ages but never quite managed to get the ingredients for properly. Until now, that is; drink up!” It was so sudden that all Fira could do was flinch. She didn’t want to push Ash away, but then again, Ash very rarely just told her to take their brews and down them like some innocuous potion; more often than not there was plentiful foreplay beforehand, rather than the shining gleam of scientific glee in the dragoness’ eyes. It was clear to Fira that whatever Ash was holding, it was at least as much of a personal victory as it was a means for the two to have fun together, if not even more so… and that worried her somewhat, if only because the dragoness was prone to doing some amazingly stupid things whenever she got going. Very lewd stupid things, immensely pleasurable stupid things, but stupid regardless, and prone to leaving long-lasting effects whenever they weren’t careful. So, while Fira did take the vial into her hands, she had absolutely no intention of actually drinking its contents; rather, she looked up at Ash, her expression making it abundantly clear that she had plenty of reservations about what she was expected to do… only for the dragoness to once again snap her fingers, apparently oblivious to what was going through their partner’s mind. Immediately, the contents of the flask began to snake upwards and out of it, thin tendrils of water flowing up into the air above the couple, splitting into two as they did so. The substance formed two smaller spheres, where the full contents of the flask were split, before a second set of feelers extended out from within them, those ones approaching both Ash and Fira faster than either of them could react; the latter would certainly have loved to have had the time to complain about suddenly being force fed some magic water, but unfortunately had her mouth plugged as her half of the concoction poured into her with surprising force… and surprising volume as well. The vial itself, by that point having fallen to the sand underneath the two, was quite small, no larger than what one would find in a regular laboratory; yet, for whatever reason, the amount of water it held seemed far in excess to what should be possible, with the two “halves” capable of producing five hose-like protrusions that each carried more water than the flask should be able to hold to begin with, and both spheres of them had a set for themselves! The whole point behind it was made readily apparent when the water tendrils not busying themselves with her mouth made their way to other, far more sensitive parts of her. Just as she began feeling the downpour going into her throat, so too did two more of the watery appendages make their way down to her breasts, wrapping themselves around her bikini straps before tugging on them until they snapped, fully exposing her chest to the world… and giving said tendrils plenty of room to force themselves into her nipples, unceremoniously pushing themselves against her by-then swollen buds before Fira could do anything to stop them. A muffled moan escaped from her when she felt the cold liquid enter her, filling her in such a way that, as much as she knew that she should want it to stop, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. The raptress looked up at Ash, hoping to find some measure of consolation from the perplexing mixture of emotions she was feeling, only to find the dragoness too under assault by their own concoction… though, given the way they were staring back at her, eyes unfocused and throat relaxed, the archmage most likely had the whole thing planned from the start. It was only after a few seconds that Ash noticed her partner was silently begging for help, at which point she did the only thing she could: bring both hands over to Fira’s head, cupping both sides of it and pulling the two of them together, that they may rest their foreheads together. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to serve as a calming gesture: “Don’t worry,” it seemed to say, as Ash’s warmth flowed into Fira, “everything will be fine. Trust me.” So she would. It was scary, terrifying even, especially when the other two remaining tendrils snaked downwards and ripped her bikini bottom off, exposing both her slit and tailhole to be plugged as well; Fira’s whole body trembled in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen yet unable to do anything to stop it… though, with Ash there, with the warm, inviting dragoness to hold onto, then perhaps things could be alright, even if the raptress had absolutely no idea what the point of the concoction was. Perhaps it was supposed to be like those animated shorts they liked to peruse at times, with semi-conscious tentacles getting the two of them into situations that would normally be impossible in real life, but if that was the case, then why did she feel so… full? It was inescapable after a given point: the raptress definitely felt like the tendrils weren’t so much simply plugging her holes as they were outright filling her, dumping vast quantities of their constituent material into her stomach, pressurized inside her tits, and even having it pumped into her ass and womb, leaving Fira bright-cheeked and incapable of really thinking of anything in any proper manner. It was the sort of thing that only happened in terrible porn flicks, yet somehow Ash had managed to do it for real, and as the raptress looked up at the dragoness, making it clear that she knew what was going on, she found the archmage grinning down at her with the most smug look stamped on their face. As soon as the pressure built up enough to start moving outwards, Fira knew what the idea was, and from then on, she couldn’t help but want to cackle at how absurd the whole thing had become; of course Ash had spent countless hours researching how to make them grow, of course the dragoness had dedicated at least part of her life to discovering the secrets of a growth potion. It was entirely like her to do something like that, even more so on the sly, not letting her partner know what was in store for them until it was too late to do anything about it. And while it had been terrifying at first, and still was to some extent, with the kind of expression that Ash bore, Fira could at least be certain that the potion was safe, if nothing else. Whether or not the effects were permanent, or even how pronounced they would be, the raptress couldn’t yet tell, but if the archmage wasn’t panicking over it, then things had to be going according to her plan, at least for the time being… so why not relax, and let things proceed the way they were meant to? Why not let her muscles go slightly limp, increasingly so as comfort grew and the whole process became oddly natural? Why not simply accept the gift she was given, rather than waste time and energy trying to come up with new and novel ways to be worried about it? It’d be rude of her not to, and the last thing Fira wanted to do was be rude to her lovely Ash; plus, the dragoness looked so happy with herself that it’d be criminal to let them down… doubly so once the pleasure high began to kick in. As much as Fira would’ve liked to say that she didn’t thoroughly enjoy what was happening to her, the fact of the matter was that her brain’s pleasure centers were aflame, awash and bathed in the sort of sensations that one would normally think impossible for a mere mortal to comprehend. An interesting state of being, given that the couple was no stranger to chemically-enhanced pleasure, and with Ash’s proclivity towards the excessive, more than once they had very nearly dehydrated themselves from the strain whenever they locked themselves behind their bedroom door and made the neighbors regret their decision not to move out. For the magical water to not only match up to, but surpass these experiences, it was something beyond what the raptress had the ability to describe, and given what it was doing to both her body and the dragoness’, perhaps it was better if she didn’t waste any time trying to come up with words to be used. Perhaps, she thought to herself, it’d be a much better use of her time if she simply let go and enjoyed herself, accepting the inevitable and welcoming it into her life, even if it terrified her just a moment before; after all, the one thing it took was for her eyes to glance slightly downwards for Fira to notice what was happening to herself, and while her old self might’ve taken umbrage at her body being pumped full of magically expanding water tendrils, her new self welcomed the changes. They started off subtle at first, looking like little more than what would happen whenever the two stuffed themselves during a particularly heavy meal: the slightest, most unnoticeable rotundness to their bellies and absolutely nothing else. Yet, as the flow of water picked up in intensity, and Fira was left feeling like her throat was plugged by an ever-expanding waterfall that somehow refused to activate her gag reflex, so too did their guts start to bloat in excess as well, until the first instinct for both women was to bring their hands downward towards their midriffs, that they might feel their swelling forms pull their fingers apart as their bellies grew larger and rounder, sloshing slightly with all their liquid contents. Oddly enough, the noises would actually grow dimmer with time, it taking Fira a while to realize this was because of how heavily they were being filled; sloshing required space in which to slosh, and given that their stomachs were most likely stuffed to capacity, there was hardly any room in there for all the liquid to move about… though, rather than being disappointing, this realization only heightened the sensations they were experiencing, as if the mere fact that their bodies could go that far was pleasurable in itself. It didn’t end there, either, for as much as the main attraction was the one going down their throats, there were still multiple other watery tendrils making their way into far more sensitive parts of them, and while these had initially been smaller purely so they could fit better, all it took was a little bit of acclimatization for the flow to increase as well. Never in her wildest dreams did Fira ever think it possible that her nipples could swell that much, but as her engorged nubs grew larger, accommodating an increasingly more potent flow of water into each one, so did her breasts too start to fill. Both Fira and Ash looked at one another once they began feeling that particular change, their eyes half-lidded as they struggled to stay up; the sheer intensity of the electrical jolts flowing up and down their spines was such that it was doubtful whether they had the stamina to even keep standing on their feet… but they must, for how else were they supposed to maximize the pleasure they were feeling? If they fell, they would do so backwards in order to give themselves more room to grow, but that was hardly what they needed; no, what they needed was to stick together, to smush their forms against one another that they may feel their curves expanding and their bodies grow, that their warmth may flow from one to the other as the magical potion turned them into hyper-curvaceous versions of themselves… that, and it was also an opportunity for both the dragoness and raptress to shamelessly grope and knead one another’s bust, right when it was at its most tender and sensitive. Eventually, their tits too would grow stuffed and far less pliable, much like their bellies had, so clearly they had to enjoy them while they still could; and even if their breasts’ softness remained the same throughout, they still wanted to do it, so the only true way forward was ignoring how painful it was to keep standing up on increasingly-shaky legs and just power through. Plus, they had two somethings to hold onto, even if they grew increasingly more sensitive with time and left them unable to think properly whenever squeezed harder than normal; certainly didn’t help that their size just kept getting larger, the magical potion seemingly endless as more and more water was pumped directly into both Ash’s and Fira’s breasts. What baffled them, above all, was that there was very little in the way of liquid roiling around in there anymore; it was as if the magic water, on making contact with them, turned into supple flesh to be added onto what they already had, leaving their busts significantly lighter than if they had just been turned into water tanks. Granted, this meant very little when the pleasure overload left them unable to take any weight without their whole body shaking, but at least that way they could still sink their hands and heads into plush pudge whenever they felt like it, vanishing into a marshmallow heaven that only became bigger over time. Down below, the same process was repeating itself, albeit in two radically different ways: while the tendril that had stuck itself into both their tailholes was performing much the same task as its brethren up above, the one that snaked its way between the couple’s legs was… more traditional. Fira recalled the many, many videos that both her and Ash had occasionally drawn inspiration from, the ones she believed would be the basis for the water tendrils before their true purpose was revealed. That one, however, seemed more than happy to eschew any growth in favour of simply thrusting into them, feeling more “solid” as its density was packed to a point where it genuinely didn’t feel like liquid at all; rather, it was a goopy, almost syrupy consistency, a semi-sentient tentacle whose only purpose was to rhythmically push upwards, then relax, then repeat again and again until both women were weak-kneed and moments away from collapse. With each one having their own personal attendant, it became harder for either of them to focus on anything other than one another, which, unbeknownst to Fira, wasn’t actually Ash’s intention; as much as the raptress was convinced that the whole sequence of events had been planned by the dragoness from the start, the archmage had never intended for each of their sets of watery tentacles to go that hard. The idea was to slowly pump them up fuller, but nothing beyond it; had things gone according to plan, both women would’ve still been perfectly capable of thinking straight and making decisions without their conscious processes being interrupted by flashes of unbridled pleasure, and even their swelling wouldn’t have gone that far beyond the realm of the reasonable. Yet, for some reason, the intensity provided by the two spheres of water from whence the tendrils emerged was… far higher than Ash had anticipated, to put it very mildly. The dragoness could only weakly stare upwards, a pleading look stamped on her face as she quietly begged for the two magical water masses to stop, or at least slow down… only to be met with complete silence as they refused to obey their mistress’ commands. She tried to pass it off at first, which was easy enough given that Fira really wasn’t paying that much attention, but when each of the spheres produced an extra tendril that flew over their heads to turn towards the sun, presumably in order to siphon energy to add to its vast stores, Ash had to do something. It just so happened that, at that point, she was too far gone to really do anything at all other than moan extra loudly, leaving her at the mercy of her own creation when she finally gave up and fell backwards, landing on a plump, plush rear that absolutely had not been there just moment prior. Only then did the dragoness remember about the last water infusion, the one that had made its way between her cheeks and had been having fun pumping her ass up several sizes, the same one that was entirely unperturbed by its entry point being blocked by the very mounds of plush softness it had helped create; all the tendril had to do was snake its way through between each cheek, gently parting them like a much girthier appendage might, with Ash left to battle her own libido as she put up a meager, not-even-token resistance to it. Fira, meanwhile, was just confused as to why her precious dragoness had gone away; unable to even open her eyes anymore, the raptress was stuck inside her own world, head filled with a confusing maelstrom of emotions all battling for dominance: from the need to accept her fate, to the will to fight against it, all wrapped up in Fira’s immense desire to just get off as hard as possible, her head was a battleground that wouldn’t resolve itself any time soon… letting her body run wild on its base instincts, seeing as it had no master to tell it otherwise. It was all automatic, to some extent, as the raptress fell to her knees, one hand between her legs to help that tendril along, the other cupping one of her breasts, which by that point had grown enough that even a whole palm could barely take up half of their surface area. Didn’t take much longer after that for Fira to fall sideways and land on the sands with a dry thud, her mouth wide open and her tongue lolling out as a thin trickle of drool fell out of her, most of her body tensed up as she attempted to milk the tentacle between her legs as she would something a bit meatier. The one source of growth potion behind her received very little attention, unfortunately; unlike Ash, the raptress hadn’t noticed that her ass had burgeoned outwards just as much as her belly and tits did, her attention focused solely on her front. Even when she rolled onto her back, her brain was so overtaxed that it completely failed to register the weird angle her lower body was left at, choosing instead to send all of its available resources to the sensory nerves lining Fira’s palms, that she might thoroughly enjoy the sensations that came with groping a pair of tits that seemed intent on growing faster and faster the longer they were allowed to take in the delicious growth potion. For Ash’s fears were entirely on-point: the two tentacles turned towards the sun, spreading out in order to absorb the energy pouring down from the heavens like some sort of sonal panel, further feeding the ones busy bloating the two women further… both sets of which had grown far beyond what they should be capable.

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Title: 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02 Tags: formal, dance The first story arc of Derrick's saga, "It was supposed to be about incest," concludes with a big-ass random ball out in the middle of Laurel University's Fitzhurst Football Stadium. No incest for poor Derrick, but hopefully his new buddy can fill in the gaps. Yes, this chapter continues with one more part after Derrick and Reoren take off in search of Riley and her buxom buddy. Please enjoy. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I got back to Bill's pad; Bill was gone. I opened the suitcase to find the suit, took one look at it, zipped it back up, and took off. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Knock knock knock...* "Derrick? Derrick! I'm so glad to see you!" Salamandy was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and my penis, over-worked as it was in a day's time, responded to her tight embrace when she pulled me into her house. "What're you doing here?" "Need to get dressed, thought I'd come get help from someone that knows about these sorts of things. What're *you* doing here? I thought your dad booted your sweet ass out." She played it off and led me by the hand to the front stairs. "Nah, he just said I needed to work of some steam. Most everyone is gone, so he's having me look after the little ones." "Is my lady home?" "Nope. Come upstairs." She pulled me into a large room at the end of the upstairs hall. There was a single bed; but for the arrangements, it looked like two different fashion senses were going into the decorations. Over on the marbled oak vanity were two different jewelry boxes, each with a bust laced with an exquisite silver necklace, one with a name reading "Tiffany", the other saying "Prudence". "Are we supposed to be in here?" "My room got taken over and they're gone, so they won't mind." I was suddenly reminded of the old Salamandy, who didn't seem to think other people ever minded her. "Take your suit out." Time was a factor, so I obediently dumped the heavy case onto the bed and unzipped it. Sally began pulling shit out left and right; her eyes were lighting up like so many lights laced within and without that very house. "Danny's work?" "Yup." "Who're you taking?" "Don't know yet," I teased. "That is, don't know whom I'll be *leaving* with." She jabbed me in the gut. "You know that girl I lived with before you and I took off?" "Oh yeah, her. Her?" "Yup." "Ouch." "Ouch? What ouch?" But she was too busy sorting out clothes. "Sally, *what* ouch?" "Probably nothing, but it's possible that she's not going to be wearing one of Melody's dresses." "And?" "This is a Danny-boy suit, the finest money can't buy, and a purple one at that. No, not the color, the dress code. It takes a Melody dress to make a Danny suit shine, you know what I mean?" "No." "Too late anyway. Let's get to work; get these clothes off." This was either turning into a very interesting week, or my life was making a change for the better to be hearing that phrase every day. I worked my upper parts off, but like Melody, Sally was going straight for the belt. With her expertise, my flaccid penis was once again free to breathe the free air. "I've missed this," she hummed, bending down to kiss it as soon as it came into the light. "I've missed *you*." She kissed me on the lips, and I couldn't help but kiss her back. "I can't wait for the party. Unless... you and this girl, you're getting serious? This dance is a pretty big deal." "No way would I forget about you, and I *am* coming to your party. It just may be that I bring a date for you to play with." Her look of nervous apprehension turned into a wicked grin, and we shared a full, deep kiss from there, letting our bodies sing together in pleasure. Suddenly it was just her and me again, lost out in the wilderness, two people alone in the world. But getting back to business, she was very helpful in helping me get into the confusing piece of eveningwear. It was no simple three-piece suit, to be sure. Undershirts, underpants, socks with garters, tails on the coat, decorative studs in the buttonholes, and the bow tie was a nightmare that I'd've been absolutely sunk with had it not been for sweet Sally. Throughout dressing me, she never let my cock get covered, pulling it straight through the fly in the silk boxer shorts, buttoning the trousers around it without zipping, and keeping the cummerbund out of the way. She kept rubbing up against me as well, constantly telling me how good I looked in the suit, better with every piece she fit on me. Last was the white gloves that matched the tie, and but for my cock sticking out, I was pretty spick'n'span. She buttoned my coat closed, then ran her fingers down the frill of my white shirt and dipped them under my cummerbund to pull me close to her. We kissed yet again, pent-up from half an hour of flirting but not quite touching productively. Her fingers circled at last around my cock, and she sank to her knees to take me into her heavenly mouth. Again, I wanted to speak up, say that I was saving myself, but she seemed to have the same thing in mind. "When I'm done with this dick," she said, "you'll be leaking so much precum through your pants, it'll stain her dress so she can't wear it anymore. You'll make her pussy so wet, you'll be smelling it on her garter well into the next year." What the hell is a garter on a woman, and what did *I*care what it smelled like after the dance was over? The shine in her dark hair caught the light from the lamp, making her dazzle as her head bobbed up and down on me. "I want you to grind this dick into her all through the dance, make her pussy scream for only you," she demanded. "Then once you get her home, plow her hard all night long. Make her learn what this dick does to women. Matter of fact..." She turned around and backed into me. With my hands automatically on her hips, I was boring into her skirt like practice for tonight. My eyes shut with the sensation, then I felt bare skin on my dick. Looking down, I saw her skirt had been pushed out of the way, and my cock was sliding through the crevice of her bare ass. "Whoever this girl is, when you first drag her down by the hair to make her suck you off, she'll know you *always* stink of woman, and by the time the night is through, you'll be stinking of *her*. She'll never come so hard in her life." She looked like she was thoroughly enjoying fantasizing about me with another woman, especially with it being her pussy that was soaking my cock. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it wasn't getting all over my new pants. She leaned up and rested her head on my shoulder with her back arched, making her ass press illegally hard against my dick. I could feel her heartbeat throbbing into my aching veins. "Have you fucked her yet?" she asked, almost pleading for an answer. My hands slid up from her waist into her shirt to cup her delicious breasts that I'd been longing to hold for so long. "No," I whispered gently into her ear, which I gave a few short licks with my watering tongue. "Tonight'll be our first night. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'll get lucky tonight." "You will," she hissed back, grinding the entire length of my cock with long, delicious strokes. "If you follow my advice, her pussy will be aching for you like mine is." She kissed me, or I kissed her; it's hard to tell. We both went for each other so suddenly, her taking a deep dive on my cock, me pinching down harder than I knew she could stand on her nipples. "God, I can't wait for my party," she moaned. "I want you so bad, Derrick. Fuck her hard tonight, okay? For me?" "I will," I said somewhat more calmly than reason should have allowed. "After that, don't come until it's my turn, okay? Wait until you sleep with me?" "I was trying to do that for tonight, but see how well *that* turned out," I chuckled, and she bit me on the lip. "But you haven't come," she said, grinding dangerously high on my cock, threatening to impale herself on me, "not yet." Phew, she didn't notice. "But wait..." Oh shit. "Your cock smelled. You fucked someone today, didn't you?" "What's it to you?" I challenged, lightly stroking her sides in a way I knew could make her come if I did it long enough. She shivered, but still she ground back on me. "Who'd you fuck, Derrick? Did she soak your cock like I'm doing? Did she beg for it, or did you have to flirt with her until she couldn't stand it anymore?" "Melody," I said in a soft voice. "Bullshit." "I came in her twice just this morning alone," I insisted, still speaking softly, calmly. "There's just no way," she claimed, but her eyes were forced shut in pleasure; I could tell she was getting the forbidden picture in her head. She honestly didn't believe it was possible, but she *wanted* to believe. "She dried me out so much, I thought there was no way I was gonna get it up for tonight, but seeing you..." I kissed the sheen of sweat on her neck as I talked her up, "I can't remember *ever* being this turned on in my life. If I blow now, I think I'll put a hole in the ceiling." "I don't know if *I* can go without coming until the party," she cried. "Even past tonight, as soon as you leave, as soon as I try to take a shower, the water alone's gonna make me come. If you call me tonight after you put her to sleep, your voice will bring me off." She was almost in tears, unable to take what both of us wanted, our flesh touching but not interlocking. "Let me hold you over with something special then," I offered. "Yeah? What's that?" "Something Melody showed me." "You're so full of shit." But she let me turn her chin ever so gently just like I did with Melody, and I initiated the sweetest, most aching, heartfelt kiss I'd ever kissed in my life. Sally didn't know what hit her; her body, so proactive, was suddenly melting in my arms, and I had to hold her up just so she didn't fall into a puddle on the floor. Her pussy still knew what to do, though now I swear I could taste each inch of it that creeped up the length of my cock, feel the lips parting around my shaft, coating me in their sweet cream. Felt it seeking out the head of my cock, tasting the drop of fluid it found there before rubbing its way back down, soaking my balls in her fragrance. Her pussy rolled up again, leaving its sticky imprint behind, and it stayed when it reached my cockhead, searching for it. In a matter of seconds she got frustrated; she reached for it, pulled it towards herself just a micron, and her pussy claimed me. Slowly and deliberately she sucked my cock up inside of her, betraying the promise we had just made. She kept kissing me like nothing was happening, as though it were someone else's hips that were grinding against my fine suit, crushing my cock in its exquisite grip. In her mind, she was still teasing me. But when I pushed forward just the faintest push, she moaned deep from her throat, feeling my cock tease her cervix. It was like that for several delicious minutes, us still kissing with all our hearts, her pussy gently flexing around my pulsating cock, sharing our heartbeats. "Tell me the truth," she gasped quietly. "You weren't *really* with Aunt Mellie, were you?" "It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, but one of the best. Do you feel it?" I thrust into her gently, touching her tenderly. "Mmm... *I feel it*..." "*She* taught me that." She had heard enough; with a sigh to make you cry, she fell forward, catching herself on the edge of the bed and bracing herself. I took my queue in the next heartbeat, taking hold of her hips and pumping myself into her pussy with slow, delicious, unbelievable strokes. Each plunge into her quivering depths was a new miracle that I had to see to believe, and the sight of myself disappearing inside this girl I had come to adore so much was heart-wrenching. But it was pulling out that we shared the full pleasures of sex, sending shocks of pleasure throughout our weakened systems. Each time I drew out, she let loose a soft moan of delight, and each thrust in, I crushed myself into her sweet ass. I noticed her adorable little butthole, and suddenly I wanted to step this entire experience up a few notches, but even thinking about it made me lose control. If seeing my cock hiding itself in her pussy was something, what would it be like to sneak it up her backside? My knees shook, and my gentle thrusts got faster and faster as the vision stimulated my brain, and without warning, a monstrous climax was upon me, and there was nothing I could do about it. "I love you, Mandy," I whispered into her ear as I collapsed onto her, leaving us both beaten and exhausted on the bed. "W-what?" I knew how important her name was to her, how only members of her family were allowed to address her so. My cock shuddered, and cum shot out into her, and before she could really think about what I said, her own orgasm betrayed her and made her shake every bit as badly as me. We were both helplessly lying there, letting our bodies spasm out of control, my seed filling her while my hips involuntarily pushed in to accent my surprise climax. And then comes the fucking interruption. "What're you doing in my room. *Who are you?* Mandy? Get your boyfriend and get out of here!" I'll just skip forward, shall I? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Tiffany walking in on Sally and me making love wasn't really the highlight of my afternoon. Odd, that. Had I not considered it to be making love, I'd've probably asked her to join in. Anyways, I'd finally done up my fly, grabbed my top hat (who the fuck wears top hats any more?), and disappeared out the door. There was the most beautiful sweetheart carriage waiting, driven by none other than Melody, dressed in a tight-fitting blue dress. "Took you long enough," she grinned. "Hop in." Hop in I did, and we chattered as the single large horse trotted us down any number of streets on our way to Reoren's house. I know, normally these lovey-dovey stories start from the girl's perspective with the guy just showing up at the door with his suit and his horse-drawn carriage and his... "Holy shit; I didn't get her any flowers," I cursed, smacking myself in the face. "Relax, would you? You'll do just fine." She reached behind her to pull out a small sprig of mistletoe. "*That* is no flower," I protested. "Tuck it up behind her ear; she'll love it." "How do *you* know?" Like I was saying, the story's supposed to start with the guy showing up at the girl's house. But *my* story is no romance. Sure, I'd just had two very relaxing romps with two rather enjoyable women, but that's about as tame as it possibly gets with me. You ought to know that by now. Anyways... I was about to ask Melody how she knew where she was going, but like always, it took me about one more second to remind myself that those clever little watches Garden people had had maps in them as well as directories. Reo seemed to be expecting us. Indeed, the noise of us arriving precluded her to leap out of the house, shouting, "Hi, Miss Mellie! Hi, Derrick!" Damn. I had wanted to pinch some shock value into the carriage. Take her breath away when I led her outside with my hands over her eyes, you know? But first, what a vision was before me. She did a small pirouette, flashing enticing white stockings through the high cut in her dress and revealing tiny heeled slippers. The entire get-up was lined in the usual poofy white fluff of Christmas, including, unfortunately, the bust of her dress, which encircled straplessly around her chest. Atop it all, she had long, white gloves to match mine and a fur stole with more poofy whiteness. Don't get me wrong; I loved the thing, I just wish her chest didn't have all that fluffy stuff on it. I wanted to see me some... not that *she* had any, but I like to look at a woman's chest, you know? We embraced for joy once I got out the carriage, but Melody let out a punctuated cough. Upon getting my attention, she shut her eyes and inclined her head, then looked pointedly at my date. Oh yeah. I backed up, took Reo's hand, and bowed steeply, kissing her hand to go with it. She in turn curtsied most elegantly with her flowing dress pooling about her feet. I opened the back door to the carriage, but Melody coughed again. "What now?" I asked in exasperation, making Reo giggle. "Oh, right, flower." I then slid the sprig of mistletoe over Reo's ear, and damn if the little sharp green leaves and red berries didn't match perfectly. Did I forget to mention she had a Santa hat on? She had a Santa hat on. On with the show. I helped her into the carriage (finally), and Melody drove us off the scenic way through the town. Let me tell you, loyal audience, it was getting dark just then, and the Christmas lights were just coming on all through the neighborhood. Melody had slipped a bottle of champagne in, so the three of us sipped away while we trounced through town in the most enchanting setting. Wowzers, and this coming from a rather skeptical guy. We got to the stadium, which was on the west end of town, not very close at all to the university. People were arriving by the trainload, and in as fine attire as we two. We parted from Melody quite fondly, Reo saying to her, "Thanks for the dress." Damn. Wait until Sally hears. When we got inside, we were transported to a magical kingdom of enchantment. Live snowdeer (a new breed; don't ask), ponies, and Huskys tramped freely through the natural playing grass, ready to chew up anything the guests were done snacking on (including the edible plates). Huge pillars were set up to support great ropes of colorful, blinking Christmas lights, and they were mounted with four burning torches each, providing all the light and warmth for the entire event (except for the waiting area). Miles of tables filled with delicious delights, and waiters carrying trays of bubbling or frothing beverages and retrieve them again when they were empty. Women in beautiful gowns and men in dark suits and hats, green and red as far as the eye could see. My own lid was green, in case I left that part out, matching me up with Reo's red. Reo was as enchanted with the whole ordeal as I was, but as far as I was concerned, the whole thing paled in comparison to the stars in her eyes. And there were stars, too. Looking up, we could see the stars starting to peek out of their hidey-holes for the night. I heard back to a time where vehicle pollution got so bad, you couldn't see stars anymore. Fuck that shit. Being in a rather sappy mood, I was overwhelmed with the desire to give Reo such a kiss as I had given Melody and Sally, but she was first to act, citing, "Music! Let's go!" Deep into the fray, there was a group of musicians playing classical twists on Christmas songs. If I wasn't mistaken, I recognized a few key people from the Garden that I had met earlier, including the two red-haired doctors, the wives that were headmistress and lawyer, and the boring psychiatrist. Before I could even ask her to dance, some fresh fucker was already between us. "May I have this dance?" he asked quite abruptly. "That is, if your card is free...?" He was looking to Reo's right hand, and damn if I didn't notice earlier that there was a little card dangling from it along with a small tube. Looked like a tube of lipstick. "Your name, sir?" she asked most politely, and rather than let him spin her around, she wrote his name down on the little card, then excused herself so she and I could have our go. "Okay, what?" I asked, confused. "It's a dance card, silly," she giggled. A guy wants to dance, I write his name down. Throughout the night, I go through the list." "And what do *I* do? Watch from the snack table?" She giggled again and buried her face into my chest so that we could spin silently and enjoy the music. The song ended in good time, and the guy was quick to find her again to take her up on her offer. For myself, I went off to find an arm of my own to entertain. Actually, I was quite glad for the break. While I was looking forward to spending a pleasant evening with Reo, I liked the idea of dancing with whomever I wanted. Now that I looked around a bit, there were easily over a hundred people moving with the music, people of all ages. All I had to do was wander about and pluck one from the tree. What a wonderful night this was about to be. Absolutely nothing could... "Derrick Gains, as I live and breathe." You've *got* to be kidding me. I turned around to see the one thing that could, as always, make or break more than just one meager day. There, putting Reo's simple white number to shame, was Elizabeth Rebecca Gains, my dear sister, the very one I had been hoping to avoid for a good long time. Her legs weren't showing out of any cuts in her gown nor her arms hidden in sleeves, but there was a generous helping of cleavage (when did she get those?), bare shoulders, and heart-breaking ringlets that I've never seen her wear before. Her dark colors brought out the brightness of her blue eyes, and her body covered from the chest down drew eyes right to the only skin that was showing from beneath the black fur stole crossed neatly around her neck: her breasts. If she'd've been carrying a feather, I would've fallen flat on my back if she got anywhere near me with it. "Good to see you again," she said when she approached. Nice to hear, sure, but the look on her face said otherwise. She was caught in something between a glare and a wicked smile. She curtsied to me; and not able to be rude in public, I bowed to her, and she took her place in my circle so that I'd dance with her. She owned me with her eyes as we slowly spun to some rendition concerning a horse with antlers. Her eyes were scrutinizing every part of me, but I could look nowhere but at her eyes. "You look good," she said matter-of-factly. "Smell good, too." "You too," I answered, though slightly heavier of breath than I expected. For a while, we just danced to the music. It was almost normal; except that deep down, I knew how she felt about me. And deep down, my body was crying for hers. With the length of the song, she pulled ever closer to me, even shooing a man away when he tried to interject for the song's change. It was getting dangerous how close we were getting, and when I felt the whisper of the material in her dress put pressure on my pants, I backed off, but she only pulled in closer. I gave in, letting her pull herself against my hardness. For myself, her chest was locked tight against mine, letting me see her enhanced cleavage right below my eyes. Hers were looking back at me, and with her coy smile, I took the liberty of looking down at her chest as much as I pleased. I also couldn't stop myself from stroking her back ever so softly, rubbing her bare shoulder, even going so far as to push a stray ringlet out of her face and over her ear. I felt her tender body responding to my touch. However she felt, I knew she was enjoying being near me. "I'm glad to see your feelings for your sister haven't changed," she said in a new voice, a softer voice. "In fact..." Her hand unexpectedly retreated to my crotch, which she rubbed heartily for several seconds before sucking her gloved finger into her mouth with relish, "You probably haven't changed at all, have you?" More than anything, I wanted to take her home where we both made our legal addresses and show her how much I loved her. Show her in a way that would make her body ache with pleasure, even make her pregnant. Fuck, I shouldn't've thought that. Becky caught me with a look of far-off pleasure, and her gaze went cold. "Still the same old dog," she said, her voice still seductive. "I warned Reo not to come anywhere near you, and now look at you. Who's this all over you, huh? Do you even know her name?" Now I was getting pissed, which is a hard thing to do when your sister is rubbing herself all over your erection. "What makes you think it's not her?" I insisted. "Because I was there with her all day, trying to convince her to leave you alone while she waited for you." Damn. Caught. "Look, no one ever..." "Of course, no one *ever* assumes she's going to tame the great Derrick of the North, why even bother?" She was furious now, but she was keeping her composure, not attracting the slightest bit of attention. "Try to explain that to her, but she doesn't want to hear it. So since it's not going to come as any surprise..." Oh god, my sister is reaching down my pants, clutching my cock through my shorts. Stroking it quite vigorously. What do I even have time to think about? "Becky, what the hell are you doing?" I clutched her tightly to myself to conceal her hand from our fellow dancers. She was belligerent and insistent, and fuck help me if it didn't feel the most wonderful feeling I'd felt in any number of months, including any number of forbidden fantasies that I'd been lucky enough to carry out. None of them, and I mean not even close, did they compare to Becky stroking my cock. Even through my pants I could feel the delicacy of her fingers, wrapped in black lace as they were. How did she get so good? Everything in me that resisted, everything that wanted space from her, everything that felt for nice girls like Reo and Mandy, none of it stopped me. I could've pulled her away, but instead I pulled her closer so she could continue clandestinely. I was even clutching tightly to her shoulders, grunting into her hair. My sister, that promised herself to me. Becky, who fucked around and got surrounded by boys she didn't know that didn't care about her who could go from horny to pissed in a heartbeat, if only they had hearts. Becky, who was spread like a whore, accepting man after man... No! Control yourself, idiot. Don't think of them, don't think of yourself in their position, giving her what she never knew she was missing. Don't think of showing her what Mandy and Melody had just gotten, what Reo was about to get, how your own flesh and blood would be the best lover you'd ever have in your... "*Becky*..." She was immune to my pleading. With my resistance, she stroked me harder; and after I whispered her name, she was more ruthless than ever: "Come for your little sister, Derrick. It's what you always wanted, isn't it?" For the... what, fifth? fourth? time that day, I blew off; and my thunder, it was the best feeling ever to let go right in my shorts, dressed in my finest, and by the hand of my dream girl of all people. For the moment, she was sighing alongside me, enjoying the forbidden pleasure just as much as I was. The smell of her hair alone, I... "Don't worry, she'll find out what kind of man you *really* are," she hissed, "and she'll recover. Then you can go fuck yourself and all your little girlfriends for the rest of your god-forsaken existence for all I care. She'll always have me and her brother, and the three of us will get along just fine without you." She slipped her hand out of my pants and stared into my eyes, and I felt like I was seeing her clearly for the first time. No, seeing something else. Something I hadn't seen since... "It's your turn, big brother," she smiled, turning around. "*My* turn?" "I'm not the only one who gets to play." Her ass was tipped up and pressing into my dick, which was still painfully hard despite the immense relief that came with what'll probably be my favorite orgasm ever at that point. She rubbed her dressed-up little butt against me, and it was heaven all over, only this time I couldn't shake the feeling that my sister was leading both of us down a path that would leave us both miserable wrecks. But despite how good she looked, squirming against me to the rhythm of the music, how her developing breasts were thrusting out of her beautiful dress for the world to see, I just couldn't play any further part of it. Even if it was what I wanted, it just wasn't what I wanted. I backed off her at last, just in time for her to skip a sigh of pleasure. Just in time, too. The musicians were taking a break, and couples were thinning out. "Well, maybe next time," she said with a more frustrated sigh. Again, she had captured my eyes with hers, and now my face in her hands. She drew me down to her, and I became stiff. Ha ha, no, not my penis. Well, yes, my penis, but my back more importantly. "Don't flatter yourself," she insisted. "Dance policy: If a lady enjoys the dance, she kisses the gentleman on the cheek." She looked rather elated to be so on top of things compared to my painful ignorance. Just as she said, she gave me one on the cheek, pressing extra hard from side to side with her lips. Odd behavior. Finished, she pulled back, but only an inch. Her breathing was heavier than I thought; mine too. Her eyes were searching for something. I can only guess what she saw in mine, but somewhere in hers, I saw hope, and not hope for the future *she* was tending towards. For better or for worse, she kissed me, for real this time, full and hard on the lips. This time, my body and mind were the same in choosing to kiss her back; for in that moment, I saw my old sister again, the one that loved me and trusted me. The sister I used to love to spend time with, the one that I felt like I could do anything with, do anything *to*. Then there was this new sister, some cold-hearted hellion living in my precious sister's shell. This woman who wanted to tease me, to taunt me into submission, to strip away everything wonderful in my life, this woman who I couldn't help but want even if she killed me, and not just because she looked like my wonderful sister. I felt so liberated, kissing my sister like this in public for all to see. Even though she was wearing her "disguise" of little makeup, hair out of her face, and dressed elegantly, there was still the chance we could be recognized, and I didn't care. I didn't care that people would surely notice that we were kissing so deeply, that I was feeling up her breasts and her ass, when we were supposed to be parting and seeking new partners. Funny, seeing as I was so determined only minutes earlier that no one saw her hand down my pants. It just didn't matter. I could die happy no matter what happened that night, for I'd not missed the opportunity to grope her in that enticing dress, such a rare sight for her in her true beauty. Our lips parted, making me feel more empty inside than... too many emotions. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I really do miss you, Derrick." We parted, and she was off for different pastures. Over her shoulder, as though some switch had been flicked, she said, "Thanks for the dance." Well, isn't that just the suck. *Now* what's gonna cheer me... oomph! "Derrick!" squealed a certain someone who crashed into me with unhindered delight. And here I was still caught up in seeing whether anyone had noticed the "rich" behavior or if I could disappear off to the lavatory to mop up the rather discomfiting wetness in my pants. "Riley?" It was my little buddy, the girl who needed advice on pleasing a woman, the one that came to visit me at the bar every day this week. "Isn't this a college party? Aren't you still in high school?" "Cry got us dates, and we already ditched them." Her arms were flung around my neck and the music had already restarted. "Forgive me; you said she was busy this weekend." "Getting me a dress, the sly fox. And the eight-minute dates." "Smart girl. Sounds like a keeper after all, neh?" She smiled gleefully. For a girl as made-up as she was, her teeth seemed her brightest and best feature. Should've been a cheerleader. "What's her name?" Huh? "What's *whose* name?" She touched my cheek, right where Becky had... waitaminute... She turned her own cheek, and there was a big fat splotch of lipstick in the shape of a kiss. Wait, no, there were *two*. I caught on and stopped looking stupid. "Fast night?" "Only seven hours left," she smirked. "Got to make the most of it." That does it. All I'd be able to think about the rest of the night was this giddy little highschooler sneaking into the grownup dance to get as many women as possible to kiss her on the cheek. Each of them spinning her around on the dance grass with her arms thrown around their necks, her smiling up at them with that adorable expression just like she was doing to me. I have to admit, I loved the smile on her face, a smile I had helped her get. And to feel her dancing with me, so refreshing. I don't know how, but she managed to cheer me up in no time at all. "Yeah, to hell with it." "Beg pardon?" "Nothing. Dance with me." "Love to." As we danced, my worries melted away. As pretty as the environs were, I couldn't help but gaze into the little treasure's eyes, enjoying her beauty, untroubled by this bullshit I was encumbered in. The fuzzy beasts with their pronged heads would waddle past us, jingling of sleigh bells. The Huskys would be in near pursuit with innocently wicked looks on their faces until someone distracted them with food. "I want to ask a favor," she said, stroking my cheek lovingly. Wait, lovingly? And what was with that look she was giving me? "Anything for my little buddy." "That's what I like to hear," she giggled. Then she stopped moving and gave me a very direct stare. "I want us to have a threesome." Well, replace my heart with a bullfrog and shove it down my throat. "Umm... you w- you want a... seriously?" And just like that, she didn't look so confident anymore. I can tell from having seen quite a few girls sweep the floor with their eyes. "Come on; we're both just dating, you and I... Cry says I'm missing out on not having a guy, but I don't want someone creepy, you know? I want *you*." I was more aware of her moving with me now. Her small, sensitive body was soft and warm, and it fit perfectly in my hands and against my body, moved perfectly with me. Could I imagine taking *her* to bed? Her, who was unknown to man, who wanted a simple girlfriend to marry after they both graduated high school? Did I dare be the first to show her the life-altering flesh of man? "I know we're just friends; heck, we just met, but I know you're... *experienced*, and I don't want to feel like a total... Derrick? You there?" The musicians saved my by ending their number. "I gotta go piddles; I'll see you laters, alright?" She smiled a sad smile of defeat, but she gave me a big kiss on the cheek all the same, thanking me for the dance. Two trophies so far, and seven hours to go. Sounds fun. I went back to the exit where the toilets lived, and since the stadium wasn't serving thousands of people, I got through the line to turlet fairly quickly. I spent a rather long time in front of the mirror after I cleaned my crotch out, and I wasn't sure I liked what I saw. Two large lipstick marks were good for the ego, but how I had gotten them was questionable. Worse still was that neither of them belonged to my date. I know she and I aren't getting married or anything, but shouldn't this night be about me and her? Stupid serious thoughts. If I was gonna be all noble, I shouldn't've been here at all; Sally was sitting around her father's house doing nothing but getting into fights with her arch-rival Tiffany and cleaning up after the youngsters of the house and their messy friends. Riley was a pure girl that didn't need my influence and Reo obviously had my sister taking better care of her than I ever could. Enough's enough. I took me to the snack tables to settle my angry stomach, and I found the fare to be quite delicious. I watched the tail go by just like the old days, only it wasn't so fun without my boys to back me up as usual. I wondered what Bill were doing, or Sam or Dree. I wondered where Ivy had disappeared to with her two cute sisters, or what Sadie... Sadie? Wasn't I... where was Bill when... this is too confusing. Then I thought about my Salamandy, of course. *My* Salamandy. My *Mandy*. I wonder what Sam'd think of that. I wonder what *she'd* think of that. Would she like a guy like me having a crush on her? She does like me, doesn't she? I hope so. I don't know why, but I think I'd feel like killing myself if she didn't. But then, I used to feel like that about Becky, didn't I? Oh well. Time to worry about the now. "Hey, stranger." To what do my wondering eyes and all that poetic bullshit? "Garnet?" "In the flesh as white as the Christmas snow. Dance?" Once again, I was spinning on the floor. Only I don't know how good a partner I was being, filled as I was with serious thoughts. "Are you gonna ask me what I'm doing here?" she asked. Right, she lives in California. I hadn't seen her since the beginning of summer after Becky and I got ourselves kicked out. "Oh, right. Sorry. Umm... it's nice to see you again." "Thanks for noticing," she grinned. "But seriously, what's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." "My sister, yeah." "And I'm guessing that's a bad thing. You know how bad I feel for not finding you guys a match." She's a real estate agent for those of you not caught up. She and her husband worked with Becky and me to find a place. Didn't work, but that didn't stop me from fucking her in an alcove of the garden in the big hotel up north. "We found a good place together. In fact, I'm here with the landlady." "Which shade is she?" she asked, looking at my cheek decorations. "She didn't know the rules for our first dance, which is unfortunate. With all the attention she's getting in her dress, might not have any lipstick left for me. What *are* you doing here, anyways?" "Mom and Dad are playing in the band and Mom's singing. We decided to come along and get the kids out." "That's nice." On we danced. It was nice, being with her again. By all rights I should've been elated, but now that Riley was gone, her cheerfulness left with her. Garnet wasn't slow to notice, sweet woman that she is. "You know, if you wanna feel better, you can kiss me if you like." "You sure?" "Yeah. A little kissing never hurt, and it's great for cheering a person up." I couldn't help but take her up on her offer. We shared several long moments of letting our lips and noses rub together, and I felt the most sweeping sense of elation coming out of her. I decided to just shut my eyes and let my lips take over for me, but it was Becky I was kissing as soon as there was no face to prove me wrong. I began kissing her more aggressively right away. I don't know whether I was losing control of my fantasy or if I was trying to get her out of my head, but she met me halfway, allowing my tongue to ravage hers far too early into such a sweet kiss. She withdrew with a pleased smile. "That was wonderful," she said. "But I'm gonna go ahead and say you seeing your sister wasn't the highlight of your day." "Do you have any brothers?" "Just one, but we didn't grow up knowing about each other." I blinked at her stupidly for an obscene amount of time. "Hey," she interrupted, "if you're not gonna talk to me, then kiss me." I shrugged, and on we kissed. "Do you guys run into problems?" I asked. "Actually, you'll laugh, but we became lovers." "You did? How? Why?" "I was raised with my mom and dad, and Roan was with his mom. We went to school together, and we started dating without anyone telling us what was going on." "Oh, different moms. I get it." "We ended up living close by, but they never told us they knew each other." "When *did* they tell you?" "We were pregnant before they told us. It wouldn't've mattered to me anyways." "So there's no secret sister program hidden away in there, making you behave strangely to him?" "We goof off, but that's just love. I goof off with my parents." "So you have no idea what being a sister is like?" "None at all; sorry. Unless you're trying to sleep with yours, that is," she laughed. I didn't. "Oh. I see. I take it she didn't like that idea?" "Yeah." I was short on words now that someone finally wanted to talk to me about it. Bummer. "Hey!" "Huh?" "I said, kiss me if you're not gonna talk." "But it was just..." She cut off my blathering with her words, and from then on, each new word was spoken with our lips still touching. "I'll leave you alone about, just tell me you didn't straight-up tell her you thought she was foxy or some nonsense." "Actually, I *never* told her. A friend's sister found out I *said* I had *a crush* on her, that's it." "So explain to her that you don't want to?" "That's just it. I *do* want to." She cut me off to take a kissing break, kissing deeply at my admission of my lust for my sister. Her hand went down to feel my pants; to see whether I was turning myself on or if she was, I couldn't guess. She seemed hungrier. Thinking of me with Becky was turning her on too. "Have you actually talked to her about it?" She'd stopped teasing my leg and was rubbing my cock openly with the palm of her hand. "I don't mean to be a wet blanket, Garnet, but things just got all out of hand. There was this big fight; I think I really stepped on her toes big time." "Well, you know your own business best, I suppose. As long as you care for her, truly and dearly, and not just for sex, then that's all that matters." "But I do! I love her!" "A little louder, maybe? But don't tell me, tell her." "If I can find her again..." "Good luck," she concluded, kissing me on the cheek, adding to my collection. That really threw me for one. A seemingly normal woman and her equally red-haired husband were actually brother and sister; and by the sound of it, they had kids, too. I entertained the idea that it wasn't her brother she married, but she called him "Roan," and the guy who introduced herself as her husband said his name was "Rubious Roanoak." Ruby, garnet. Eden, North Carolina; Roanoak Rapids, North Carolina. It all fit. Wow. Married. Here I had never heard of a brother and sister hooking up until spring of that year, now there were siblings that were married couples. The possibilities seemed endless when I allowed myself to think about them, but for what? Becky hates me now. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*88 Given my choices, I decided to linger around the dancing grass. I wanted to bump into my date, but instead, I caught sight of Becky surrounded by men and an even wider circle around her was formed by jealous women. I decided to try the delicious snack bar again rather than watch her flirt with anything that stared at her chest rather than her face. I sampled the many types of bubbly available, and it was working wonders on my mood. And did I ever need it. As for Garnet's idea, she was right: Kissing had done me a world of good. The more I kissed her, the less she resembled my sister in my mind. It made me remember the time we had sex, but then I started wondering what it'd be like to have sex with Becky, even more so to marry her, and then I'm back to square one. You know how sometimes you need an angel in the works to fix things for you? It was like that then as I stood there between the fat goose on bread and the black fish eggs on toast. I had Riley to help me out before, and then Garnet, but I was alone again, and I confess I needed more moral support. Matter of fact, Riley showed up *again*. She was snuggled up with someone obscenely attractive (big surprise there, given the town we were in) in a way that makes it hard to tell who starts where. It was time for a change. A new, more direct Derrick Gains. One that wasn't butter for his abusive sister to melt. I walked right up and introduce myself with my lips on Riley's neck without waiting for her to untwine herself from whoever it was she had latched on to. Given how our last conversation ended, I thought it might be the encouragement she needed to make her feel like I had taken considerable consideration of her request. She parted from her partner with a noisy lip-smacking (love it when girls do that of their own accord) and turned to face me. "Hey, you!" I got another kiss hello, followed by one from her girl mate, to whom I had yet to be introduced. "This him?" she asked. "Derrick, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Crisis. Cry, this is Derrick, the guy from the bar." "He's gorgeous, just like you said." I got another affectionate kiss from Crisis, who sent the adorable Riley off to enjoy the party so she and I could talk business. "That's an interesting dress," I said from our turning spot on the dancing green. She did a spin for me, and indeed, "Crisis Upon Us" was written down the bias of her shimmery little dress, which wasn't quite as glorified as what Reoren, Becky, and Riley were wearing. Come to think of it, Garnet's was lower-profile as well, little more than a stone-red tube covering her from breasts to knees. "We cheerleaders made our own dresses," she explained, "and we all put our names on them." "Righteous. What's your *name* name?" She shrugged ignorantly; we began to dance. "She told you, right?" "You mean about the *nudge nudge*?" She nodded. "I barely know her, man. Aren't the two of you getting on just fine?" "I thought it'd help her relax, you know? She's really afraid of boys." "And you're not?" She shrugged. "*I* think it's okay to have sex, but she's pretty weird about the idea, like she's only allowed to try anything unconventional once she gets into college. You've been around; do *you* think it's a good idea?" "I think a person should be able to get down how she likes," I philosophied, "but *I* never had no three-ways when I was in high school. I mean, you still live with your parents, right?" "But *you* don't, college boy," she said with an enticing smile. "I actually didn't get back into college this semester," I explained warily. What had Riley told her? "I was on a trip with the kids to Romania or somewhere; Riley and me met about eight seconds after I got back." "Anyways, Ry's a really sweet girl, and I don't want her to get hurt. I think that if she didn't end up with me, she'd probably wanna hook up with *you*, but you don't strike me as the settling type. Would *you* be happy, dating just her?" I cast an eye off in the direction the little girl had gone. "I donno. I'm beginning to doubt my old ways now that I've been around the block a few times." "But Ry, she hasn't done all that yet. If it's with *you*, she'll be able to do it once, and you're already friends, so you're just being there for her in that sense, and she can keep being gay if she wants." "What about you?" "Me, I've had enough dick to where I don't need to complain about it for a few months, and her pussy is *sooo* soft." I couldn't help but grin appreciatively. "Besides," she purred, "I never said anything about swearing off dick, and neither did she. It just so happens that we ended up together and neither of us carry that equipment. But *you* do. Just call this our lucky day." "Lucky day, call it? Yours, not mine?" "From where *I'm* standing, yeah. I mean, seriously. Ry, she *really* cares about me. She puts more effort into one date than any guy has ever put into the entire month I put up with him. I want to keep her around, you know? With your help, neither of us have to go cock-free, and no disastrous strain on our relationship. She made sure to point out you were dating someone, you know." "I hope it doesn't turn you off to be contradicted by a male peer, but I think you'll find *I'm* the lucky one. I never guessed you'd be so beautiful, and I never once hoped Riley would be able to see anything but your eyes in her future or her bed." "Two scrumptious high school girls, yours for the night, no attachments, with probable returns? How about it, stud? When's the last time you had virgin blood on that dick of yours?" Now I was getting interested. "You mean you haven't popped her yet?" "I don't get to finger her much; not her pussy, anyway," she smiled slyly, "she said she wanted to wait a while to see if a strapping older man came along. Call it my fault for telling her there's nothing like having your hymen broken by a man's prick." She squeezed down on my cock just like everyone else I danced with that night. Jeeze. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything. Yay women. "You've been dating for all of five days...?" "I know, right? I thought we were gonna get tea or something like girls do together, but she took me to the burger place, got me all fat, then took me straight to bed. Made me come like... Well, *you* know, you've been so helpful to her... to *us*." I was still thinking of something clever to say, or perhaps an answer for her, but she interrupted me with one of those reckless, hot cheerleader kisses. Me, I was never much for cheerleaders back when I was in high school, but it was nice to know they weren't getting any older as I got on in life. The exciting young girl left me in peace after giving me the required kiss on the cheek just above her girlfriend's mark, telling me they were getting a room in a few hours and that they'd be waiting. I still had plenty of nothing to do, so I wandered about freely, having a game of "who would I fuck?" There were girls that attracted plenty of attention, there were guys as well, and I amused myself walking through the grass seeing everyone interact. I was beginning to miss my boys at this point, though. "Who would I fuck" wasn't the same game without them or a mighty pint of delicious pale. Or dark; I'm more in the mood for dark by moonlight. A few girls pulled me aside for a dance, and dance we did. I wrote my name on their card; they got more lipstick on my face. Actually, no matter what my mood was, I couldn't shake the desire to get my cock inside of one of these well-dressed ladies. Guess Becky was right: some things never change. I found Reo again at last, her dance card as packed with names as my face was with lipstick. She glued herself to me to hear all about my night, though I didn't bother asking her about any of the men she'd danced with. When someone approached her with claim to her hand, she gave them about two minutes each, keeping me always nearby. It was on one of those excursions that I noticed a certain spot on her neck, just below her ear. A *dark* spot. Lipstick. I knew that shade, too. "I see you ran into my sister," I said, my mood involuntarily darkening. "Yeah, she told me you were up to your old tricks again tonight," she said casually, draping her arms over my neck for yet another dance. I imagine her feet must've been getting rather tired by then; she couldn't've taken a break yet with so many scribbles covering the small folded card dangling from her wrist. "I'd say 'same old Beck,' but this is rather new behavior on her part, in my defense." "Whatever; I already told both of you I can make my own decisions. What do you want to do? You know, when the dance is over...?" What, indeed. What fragile relationship I'd begun with her was quickly spiraling into something more, and I could feel her waiting for me to take that step with her. It was at least two hours later after we'd sat and chatted for a while and I'd gotten some more drink in her before I started talking to her about what I "might" like to do that night. I made a point of scaring all the men away that approached so as not to be interrupted, and I think she liked the idea of me being protective of her. "I was hoping we could make it a quiet night, just the two of us," I said warmly. "I'd like that." And indeed, a smile was quickly infecting her face. "Only..." She groaned; she was expecting bad news, it seemed. "Not your sister again..." "No, nothing like that. I've got this friend, and she told her girlfriend about me, and..." "Girlfriend?" "Yeah. I didn't get around explaining to them that I wasn't leaving without my date before they took off." "Leaving? Date? I'm sorry; what are you trying to say?" "They invited me to spend the night with them. They know I came with a date, but..." I looked into her eyes in a surge of sincerity, "...I didn't make it clear I wasn't leaving without her." "Derrick... That's just a misunderstanding; are they still here? Maybe we could... all go to dinner or something?" I took her hands in mine, still looking her in the eye. We naturally squared off, sharing a rather interesting, if awkward moment. Here I'd just offered her a most wonderful night (more according to her own imagination than my promises), and now she was prompting me to chase after two grade-school dorsal fins with her hunting them by my side, trading in her dolphin whistle for a set of shark's teeth. I don't think I've ever been so touched. "It may be too late." "See, that's your thing," she huffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing me by the hand, "you give up too easily. Let's go." "One more dance." I twirled twirled Reo, her eyes alight with laughter, mouth stretched into the largest smile I'd ever seen on her face. "Look Derrick, it's snowing," she said with an enchanting glow. We both looked up, and snowflakes lightly frosted our faces. She stuck out her tongue to taste the frozen water, and for a moment I could see her as a child; naive, wondering, and very lovely. I drew her closer and kissed her softly.

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Title: Krystal and Chase: Evacuation P2 by Cadpigv2 Tags: Fanfiction, Female, Fox, Krystal, Male, Starfox, Story Progression, Vulpine Krystal and Chase: Evacuation Part two: Before That night, something happened. A jaguar walked down the hallway of one of the many orbital defense monitoring stations on the base. He was shaking his head, unable to comprehend what had just been told to him. "It's got to be a misunderstanding." He was thinking to himself as he tapped at a keypad beside a steel door, "There's no other explanation." The door slid open and the jaguar walked in, looking at the mix of humans and furries in the room. As he did, the few guards in the room saluted him. "At ease." The jaguar stated, "What've we got." "We don't really know. Our systems detected a rift opening about an hour ago. Then this thing appeared." A human replied, "But whatever it is, it's huge. And it's not responding to any hailing frequency so far." "Show me." The jaguar said. On a huge viewing monitor in the front of the room appeared a giant black vessel. It was in the shape of a boomerang, but with several very large and apparent energy cannons and one sub orbital mass driver weapon. But it was alone. "Are there any other rifts opening?" the jaguar asked. "No sir." The human said after a brief pause, "And it's not moving; it's just sitting there." "Keep trying to hail it." The jaguar replied, "But if it makes a hostile move you have permission to fire the defensive barrage." Before the human could reply, a wolf sat up suddenly. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked to the jaguar. "Sir, we have a response." She said, "But it's not good." "Do we have any identification as to who this is?" The jaguar asked. "That's the bad news." The wolf replied. The jaguar's eyes widened when she said the name of the one aboard the vessel. For the first time in a long time, fear entered his mind. "Do they have any demands?" The jaguar asked. "That the corporation surrenders its installations on this planet." The wolf stated. As she listened more to the incoming transmission, she stated, "They're giving us a three day waiting period before they come in by force. It's not us they want right now, but our tech." The jaguar sighed as one of the guards shrugged, "They can't be serious. Nothing can get by the orbital guns in one piece." Just then, the viewing screen proved him wrong. The ship's left most cannon began to glow as energy built up deep within its firing chamber. Before anyone could say a word, the cannon fired a brilliant beam of red, high speed energy. The bolt passed through several of the orbital guns, each one exploding violently once the beam passed through it. Just a suddenly as it had fired, the gun stopped glowing. Then, without warning, the mass driver near the center of the vessel fired. With a bright flash, a massive shot raced through the debris of the destroyed guns and down towards the planet, rocking the ship back a little. Seconds later, reports came flooding in about something completely obliterating one of the orbital defense stations. "They're serious." The jaguar stated, "At dawn we begin evacuation of the base. But keep the mercenaries on high alert. We'll need as many of them as we can get if things escalate." The wolf nodded and called the command center. \* \* \* Over the next two days, the evacuation took place. Employees, miners, families, and many others had left towards whatever planet they had come from or to secure outposts near various colonies. The mercenaries had been ordered to stay, but Chase had other plans. "Chase, you know if they find out about this-" Krystal had begun when Chase placed a hand on her shoulder. "They won't." The fox replied. "How can you be so sure?" Krystal asked. With a smile, Chase handed her something. When the vixen looked down at it, she realized it was an employee badge. "How did you-?" She began when Chase placed a finger on her nose. "Don't thank me. Thank Hiigan." Chase smirked, "He made the arrangements. Until this defensive op is over, you're his assistant. Since he is still in charge of the two of us, he agreed to take you to the next installation where the mercs will head if things get too hot for us to handle here. Bianca will watch over you from there until I get back." Krystal sighed sadly as her ears lowered. Chase hugged her tight, letting her nose his neck fur once more. "Just...just be careful, ok?" Krystal asked softly. Chase nodded, "I'll try to be." Krystal smiled a little, "Liar." Chase shrugged and watched as she met Hiigan for evacuation. \* \* \* Finally, the third day had come. With all of the essential personnel evacuated and most of the non essential currently begin evaced; the mission for most of the mercenaries was simple. Defend the remaining transports at any cost until they can safely jump to the evacuation coordinates with the rest of the corporation's employees. So, Chase stood beside one of the only fighting vehicles capable of defending the transports as they left the planet, the Phoenix GX4 interceptor. His favorite of all the interceptor models due to its abilities and easy-to-handle load out. The sleek, gray craft sat in the hanger with several others like it, all of them with a different colored tail stripe to identify them. Chase's was red. Its wings were near middle instead of near the engines, but they were still in a swept wing design to increase maneuverability and agility in combat. The main thrusters and afterburners were increased in power and size for increased speed. Perfect for the run-and-gun missions the craft was designed for. Twin, rapid-fire gauss miniguns on each wing and two pulse laser cannons hidden near the nose of the craft made for a more effective attack run. These guns had the power to rip apart enemy crafts. Plus, missiles were hidden in the body of the Phoenix, but it held fewer missiles to cope with the decrease in the size compared to Fox's Arwing or Wolf's Wolfen crafts. Unfortunately, it wasn't the perfect craft. Like most interceptors, it had less shielding power and the hull wasn't as thick to incorporate speed and maneuverability instead of the ability to fight for extended dogfights. So the Phoenix interceptor was faster and a better range of firepower that could be applied to its armaments, but it had less defensive power, and less long range offensive capabilities. "Hey Ronin, where's your partner?" A wolf asked as he checked the missile bay of his own Phoenix, "I would think that she'd be at your side right now. Don't tell me she chickened out of this fight." "She didn't chicken out." Chase shot back. "Then where is she?" The wolf asked. Chase sighed, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you Delta." The wolf chuckled, "I'd take you down first Ronin. Now come on, tell me." Chase smirked, "Fine. She's with Hiigan for safety." The wolf shook his head, "You're starting to get soft Ronin. If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were in love with your partner." Chase simply shrugged and took a helmet out of the cockpit of the Phoenix. As he did, Delta turned to face a female panther that was walking towards them. Her black flight outfit blended perfectly with her dark fur, making her golden eyes more menacing. Delta knew who she was and why she was coming over, but Chase didn't. "Delta, Ronin, let's get a move on you two." She growled, "We need to be in the air in ten." "Keep your fur on Dark." Delta replied, "You may be the one leading the two of us in the air, but on the ground you're just like anyone else here." "On the ground I am still in charge of your sorry tail, wolf." The panther growled roughly, "Ronin, get ready. You'd better be as good as they say. If not, your tail is dead up there." As Dark walked away, Delta growled quietly. Chase glanced from her to his friend. "I'm going to guess you don't like Dark too much do you?" Chase smirked. "Nah, I really like her. She's my partner after all." Delta replied, "But the second we got word that whoever it is up there showed up she's been acting a lot more aggressive than usual. Calling me things she'd never usually say and such." "Wait...you don't know who were fighting?" Chase asked in disbelief. "Dark does, but she refuses to tell me. Do you know who it is?" Delta asked in reply. Chase shook his head. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't been told either. But the higher ups had been exceptionally nervous about the evacuations, as if they knew something was horribly wrong. Chase was suddenly glad the techs had put warp cores into all the Phoenix interceptors. \* \* \* It had felt odd to wake up on the morning of the attack. For one, Krystal had awoken in a strange place. But after she remembered that she and a large amount of others had been evacuated for safety, she remembered everything else that had happened. In a bed next to hers lay a sleeping vixen. Her pink fur and rose red hair were a bit messy from her rest as one of her four tails flicked slowly from side to side over the edge of the bed. Then Krystal remembered that this was Bianca, the vixen Chase had asked to watch over her while he was still in the fighting. The room itself was a large hotel room. Two twin sized beds made up the sleeping arrangements for the vixen and her current roommate. Near the door, as in any hotel room, was a small bathroom and closet. A window on the opposite side of the room showed a large desert planet rotating slowly below. Krystal shook her head and sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, remembering everything that had just happened. As she did, Bianca's eyes began to open. The pink vixen pushed herself up from the bed, letting the thin strap of her sapphire nightgown fall down her upper arm. As she pulled it back up to her shoulder, Bianca glanced over at Krystal. "Good morning." Bianca said as she sat up and stretched, "Sleep well?" Krystal shook her head, "Not really. I couldn't sleep much." Bianca sighed softly, "You're worried about Chase, aren't you?" The vixen sighed and looked away as Bianca got up and sat down next to her. "He'll be alright Krystal." Bianca said gently as she patted the vixens shoulder. "I hope you're right." Krystal replied quietly, "I really do." She laid her head on Bianca's shoulder as the pink vixen gently rubbed her back soothingly. The truth was that Bianca was also worried about Chase. Although she hadn't known him as long as some of the others, even Bianca knew how reckless the fox could be. If he didn't watch himself in this fight, they'd both lose him. And losing the fox was something both vixens never wanted to hear. \* \* \* Dark paced before Chase and Delta. It was obvious from her pacing that something was deeply bothering the panther. But just when Chase was about to ask what it was, Dark turned to face them. "Alright, you two know what we're doing." Dark stated, "While most of the mercs will be in the air defending, the remaining bunch will be on the ground with the AA guns. You two will have to stick to me like glue to survive this. These guys aren't our usual bunch of hostiles." "So who are they?" Chase asked. "You'll find out up there Ronin." Dark replied, "Just stay alert." "So, do we have a certain objective?" Delta asked. The female panther nodded, "Of course. We're the ones who will ensure that these baddies regret coming after our tech. While most of the others will be defending the transports, our job is to take out the warp core below the engines of the capital ship that's currently positioned right above us. Your shipboard AIs already have the layout of the vessel and know what the mission is. All we have to do is destroy it and then take out that sub orbital mass driver weapon that has destroyed three of our orbital defense stations. Once the main weapon is down and it can't run away, the orbital barrage will take it from there." "Great." Chase sighed, "Do we have an exact count of enemy crafts?" "No." Dark shook her head, "All we know is they out number us at least ten or fifteen to one. It's not going to be an easy fight." "So what do we do after we eliminate the threat?" Chase asked. "Activate the warp cores and head for the closest installation we evaced to." Dark replied, "Nap`al outpost gamma-six. The coordinates should be in your systems already according to the techs." With a nod, Chase climbed into his Phoenix. The Nap`al outpost was where Hiigan was. And if Hiigan was there, Krystal and Bianca were there as well. As the fox ran a series of quick tests to ensure that the craft was fully ready for combat, a light flickered near his head. As it flashed urgently, Chase sighed and pressed a button near the throttle. When he did, a female wolf appeared on the dashboard of his cockpit. The wolf's body was blue, but with green eyes and pink inside of her ears. A series of ones and zeros flashed across her body and flight gear. Right now, they were slowly progressing across her body, but they occasionally sped up, slowed down, or even changed directions, all depending on her mood or status. This was Jennifer, the AI unit that kept the systems of his ship running. But she was also designed for a lot more than just being in his Phoenix. Due to her advanced programming Jennifer was also a voice of reason for Chase during aerial combat. Emotional programming allowed her to worry, feel glee, or become fearful or angry. But she had been programmed to override fear and anger in order to function rationally if the situation required her to do so. "Give me some good news Jen." Chase said as he strapped in. The AI smiled, "We are not dead yet. That is considered good news." "You know the odds against us right?" Chase asked, "What're the odds that we'll survive this one to see Krystal again?" "Very good odds." Jennifer replied, and then she looked a little puzzled, "Why do you ask when it is clear you should be able to see her craft beside your own?" "Because Krystal isn't here." Chase answered, "She's safe with Hiigan and Bianca at the jump coordinates." "Oh, recalculating." Jennifer stated. The wolf closed her eyes for a minute, and then opened them, "Our odds of seeing her again are now very slim to none." "We'll take those odds." Chase said as he slipped on his helmet and breathing mask, "Prep systems to attack. I want all weapons online." Jennifer nodded as she complied with his orders. She had enough data about the fox's combat records to realize that even if the odds had been completely against him, he still would have fought. "Alright, let's go give these suckers a Ronin welcome." Chase stated as he lowered the dark visor over his eyes, "What's the load out?" Jennifer quickly ran through the systems, "The usual. Main guns are online and operating at maximum efficiency. Missile load out: two E-38 Ultima missiles, six Firefly homing missiles, six Shaker missiles, and one A-31B 'Nexus' smart missile." Chase smiled as the count for each missile showed up in the corner of his helmet's HUD, "Perfect. Lock the Nexus until we reach our objective and open communications with the rest of the squadron. We'll need the firepower." "Affirmative." Jennifer replied, "Opening channels." "You ready Ronin?" A voice asked in his ear. "Ronin standing by." Chase replied. "Delta-2 standing by." A second voice stated. "Alright, let's show these saps why no one messes with these corporate mercenaries." Dark growled, "Follow me and form up on my wings once we're airborne." "Roger that." Ronin and Delta replied. As another Phoenix left the hanger, Chase gunned the thrusters. With a deafening roar, three Phoenix interceptors raced skyward, followed by several other crafts of various builds. Heavier classes of fighters such as the Dark Eagle, a ship built for long battles and hard enemies, and the heavier Caliber, a heavy weapons ship that was slow, but held a much higher payload and shields than the lighter Dark Eagle and the Phoenix. "Is anyone else going after the carrier instead of defending the transports?" Chase asked as a giant craft passed below him. Several crafts like it were moving in small groups of five. These were the transports. They looked like flattened silver hotdog buns with engines. Not very fast, little to nothing shield power and weak hull armor, and near to nothing armaments except for two, small, rapid-fire pulse guns on the tips of the nose and tail. They were literally flying sardine cans, but they were the only type of civilian craft that had rift jumping technology. But, although they could jump, it took time to warm up the older jump engines the transports used. This meant that they would have to be guarded while the engines prepped for jump. "Yeah, we've got plenty of backup for this attack." Dark replied, "Three Caliber groups, several Dark Eagles, and another interceptor team." Due to the advanced build of each craft, Chase hadn't even noticed when they left the planets atmosphere. Not a single bump passed through to the cockpit. But now that they had exited, Chase was able to see what had caused all the trouble. Looming ahead like a thundercloud over the horizon, the black, boomerang shaped vessel sat, as if waiting for something. "Think they know we're going to attack them?" Delta asked. As if in reply, the vessel began launching fighters. Several gray ships emerged from the blackness. Sleek designs, forward angled wings, cockpit right up front, and bristling with energy weapons. "Jen?" Chase asked. "Over one hundred enemy contacts approaching fast. ETA thirty seconds and counting." The AI replied. "Shields to full power and arm the missile warheads and cannons." Chase ordered. "Alright boys." Dark said with an angry tone, "Show no mercy."

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Title: Meeting James Ch. 03 Tags: las vegas *Authors Note: I'd like to thank Harvey for editing this piece.* \- - - - - It was six a.m. and I was wide awake. I heard James softly breathing and realized he was still asleep. I tried to close my eyes, but it was no use. I might as well get up. Very carefully, I slid out from under James's arm. I picked up the baby-doll and thong that we had thrown on the floor the night before and walked into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I put on a bathrobe and snuck back out into the bedroom. He was still fast asleep and I really didn't want to wake him, because I knew he had to be tired. I walked into the great room and, as I looked around, I saw a coffee pot in the kitchen area and thought that some coffee might help wake me up. I began to brew a small pot and then began looking for creamer. I found a few packets of powdered creamer, which I always thought was disgusting, so I looked in the mini-bar and found a small container of half-and-half. I was shocked at the price, $18 for the small bottle. Oh, well ... when in Rome ... I read my economics textbook and reviewed my notes for about an hour and a half while drinking my expensive coffee. I had a midterm exam in my econ class on Tuesday and I wanted to start preparing for it, since I had procrastinated so long. Once I was done reviewing the material, I began getting bored. I've always been the type of person who has to constantly be doing something. I peeked back into the bedroom and James was still asleep. I was surprised he hadn't moved an inch. Yesterday, as we were walking through the casino, I remembered seeing a sign for the gym. I hadn't worked out since Friday morning and I thought hitting the gym would be a great way to pass the time until James woke up. I snuck into the walk-in closet and picked out a cotton thong, sports bra, yoga pants, a tank top, socks, and a pair of running shoes. I dressed and headed for the gym. I used the keycard to open the door, hoping the gym wouldn't be too crowded. I scanned the large workout room, which was filled with different types of exercise machines and various weights for lifting. There was only one other person there, a guy using a rowing machine. He was really into his workout and I didn't think he'd bother me. My regular gym has a ladies-only section that keeps the male gawkers away so women can work out in peace. They didn't have a women's area here, but thankfully on an early Sunday morning, and with only one other guy in the gym, it didn't seem to matter. I sat down on a mat and began to stretch and do a couple of yoga positions to warm up. As I stretched my legs, I felt some soreness emanating from my vagina. It had been a long time since I'd had this much sex with a guy, and even though we hadn't been together long I was feeling the effects as I stretched. Once my muscles felt warm, I got on the treadmill and started running. I began to think about the crazy day and a half since I met James. The car, the clothes, the fights, the sex, it all felt very surreal as I played the events of the past thirty-six hours back in my mind. I kept telling myself that emotionally I needed to keep my distance, but, as I admitted the truth to myself, I was getting caught up in him. I kept thinking, over and over, *why couldn't he be single?* Of course, he has some issues, but I could fix him. I came to the conclusion that I just had to keep going with it and see what was going to happen. Before I knew it, I had run eight miles and was covered in sweat. I pressed the stop button on the treadmill, sat back down on the mat, and started to stretch again, catching my breath from the run. This time, no soreness anywhere, *good*! No matter what I did, I couldn't get James off my mind, and I didn't need my body reminding me of him too. I used the keycard to get back into the room; James had to be awake by now. I looked down at my watch and was surprised to see it was 9:30. I walked to the bedroom and peeked through the doorway. Oh my God, he still hadn't moved an inch since I left for the gym. Obviously, all of this sex was affecting both of us, but in different ways. Regardless, it was time for grumpy-bear to wake up. I removed my running shoes and slid into bed beside him. In his sleep, he pulled me closer and then started to wake up. "Good morning," I said, smiling. "Good morning," he said groggily, "what time is it?" "Time for someone to get his ass out of bed," I said, laughing. He managed a slight smile, then closed his eyes again. "It's 9:30, James." "Okay, give me a minute." He rubbed his eyes, finally starting to wake up in earnest. I lay beside him, studying his facial features. My eyes traveled over the tousled salt-and-pepper hair, those clear blue eyes, that sexy five-o'clock shadow; in that moment, he was perfect to me, and I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. He looked at me. "*Whew*, what have you been doing, stinky?" he said, breaking out into laughter. I gave him a dirty look and then playfully punched him on the shoulder, laughing with him. "I was at the gym, running eight miles, while someone I know was still in bed sleeping," I said in mock disgust, smiling brightly at him. "Some of us have to work out so we can fit into those tiny dresses another person in this bed buys." He leaned over and kissed me and started to pull me towards him. *Oh, hell no,* I thought as I playfully pushed him away. He needed to pay a little bit for that comment. "I'm way too stinky to do anything in this bed with you; I'm going to go take a shower," I said, teasing him. I moved to get up off the bed, but as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I slid closer to him and we kissed softly. I slowly slid my hand under the covers and felt the hard muscles of his stomach. I felt his tongue play with mine as I slid my hand further south, finding what I was looking for. I grasped his fat cock and it immediately sprang to life. I gently stroked his shaft up and down while we continued kissing. I felt him slide the covers off the bed, exposing his naked body to me. We continued to kiss and I felt his hand wander over my damp sports bra. Simultaneously, my hand rubbed the light mat of hair across his chest as my other hand was slowly stroking the cock that had been giving me so much pleasure. At that moment, I don't think I'd ever wanted anyone in my entire life more than I wanted him. I gently pushed him away and stood next to the bed, looking deep into his eyes as I pulled my sports bra over my head, exposing my 36D breasts. I watched James take his cock in his hand and start to slowly stroke himself while he watched me continue to undress for him. My eyes never left his as I slowly peeled off the damp yoga pants and thong and then finally pulled off my socks. I stood there naked in front of him watching his hand move up and down that long shaft. I had never watched a man masturbate in front of me before, and I found it to be one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed. It especially turned me on knowing my naked body was the inspiration he was using to pleasure himself. Almost without thinking, my hand moved down to my pussy and I ran a single digit through my slit in an up-and-down motion. The lips of my vagina were becoming engorged as my finger rubbed my clit and then back down, spreading the wetness over my sex. I heard him moan and he started to pull himself a bit faster as he watched me pleasure myself. I couldn't take any more. I had to have him inside me. So I got into the bed and straddled him. I scooted back on his stomach and felt the head of his cock find the opening of my vagina. His hips pushed forward and he slid himself into me. I gasped as he filled me in one slow push. I put my hands on his chest as we moved slowly together. We took our time, slow and easy. We moaned together as his cock pressed into me, and then back out, over and over, in a slow, steady rhythm. I was content to let his hips do the work for both of us, all the while feeling his cock move slowly in and out of me. So much of the sex that we'd had since we met was rough and aggressive. It reminded me of two beasts beating their bodies together in an attempt to achieve release, and I admit I loved that type of sex. Feeling him pound my body until I felt I couldn't move was intensely erotic. However, I needed this type of sex too, soft, gentle, romantic, passionate, and tender. I needed to feel him making love to me, even though I knew he didn't love me. I felt him tense up below me and I knew he was almost there. Having been holding off my orgasm because I wanted us to come together, I reached down and gently rubbed my clit. We came in unison, and I gently ground myself into him as I felt those hot splashes squirt inside me. I collapsed on him and we kissed tenderly. It was so romantic and passionate, it was perfect and exactly what I needed from him that morning. \- - - - - A little later, we were walking in the casino towards the café where we had eaten the day before. James had his arm around me, holding me tight against his side. We both had showered because he'd proclaimed that I wasn't allowed to be stinky around him or when I was in public. He could be such a smart-ass, but I loved his sense of humor. He could be so funny when he wanted to be, and without even trying. As we walked, I watched him beside me and thought that most guys my age just tried too hard. They either tried to be funny when they weren't or they told me whatever they thought I wanted to hear in a desperate attempt to get me out of my panties. A guy my age would have told me that I smelled like a rose, even if it wasn't true. Especially if it wasn't true, like after my long run this morning. James was just himself, and he didn't try to hide his emotions. Whether he was happy or mad, I knew it, and even though that irritated me sometimes, deep down I appreciated that honesty. I had chosen a simple outfit for the day: a matching white lace bra and thong-panty set; a short, faded blue denim jean skirt; a baby blue lace top; and white sandals. I'd gone through James's closet and picked out khaki shorts and a dark blue polo for him to wear. Even though he had impeccable taste in clothing, he didn't always pair them well, and of course I was more than happy to stick my nose in and help him with that. He always looked so handsome, and I kept thinking over and over, how much I loved being with him. We were eating our meals and I was watching people walk through the casino outside the café when James started to speak. "Melanie, we need to talk about a few things." *Oh, no. When a guy starts out with that sentence, it's usually not good.* "Yes, dear," I said, smiling at him. "Tomorrow, after your classes, I need you to do a couple of things for me." I gave him a puzzled look. "All right, what do you need me to do?" "Here is my business card," he said, handing it to me. "It has the address and phone number to my LA office. When you get out of class, I need you to fax me statements for all of your credit cards and the balances on your student loans." My jaw dropped in stunned silence when I realized the reason behind this request. "I also need you to go to the main office at UNLV and have the clerk put my business address on your account. Once your grants and scholarships have been applied, I want you to have them bill me for the remaining balance each semester." "James, I don't know how to react to all this," I said quietly as I tucked the card into the front pocket of my skirt. "There are some conditions, Melanie." I looked into his eyes, hanging on his every word. "The first condition is that your GPA does not drop. I'm investing in your future. You have so much talent and potential, but everything hinges on your grades and you can't let your social life interfere with that." That really wasn't an issue. I breezed through high school and a year and a half of college without really being challenged, and keeping my GPA up, especially if I didn't have to work a part-time job, would be easy. "The second condition is, when I'm in Las Vegas I'm your priority. I'll always give you time to make sure your classwork is complete, just as I've done this weekend. But, when I'm here, I take precedence over your friends. Usually, I'll only be in town one weekend a month, so you'll have the rest of the time to spend with them." This would be easy too. *I love being with you James, don't you see that? You could spend two or three weekends a month with me and I'd gladly choose you over my friends.* "Are we okay so far?" he said hesitantly. "We are," I said, smiling at him. "What other conditions do you have?" I asked, thinking that this had been pretty easy so far. "When I'm not in Las Vegas, I don't want you having sex with other men," he said slowly, gauging my reaction. My jaw dropped and a million things started swirling through my mind at the speed of light. James started speaking again and broke me out of my trance. "Any time you'd like to speak would be fine with me, Melanie," he said, smiling. "This brings up a lot of personal issues for me, James. You said we could always say anything to each other, right?" "Of course," he said, reassuring me. "I got into bed with you only hours after we met, so I'm sure you must think I'm some sort of slut. Trust me, James, with men I'm not. You're only the sixth man I've had intercourse with." I watched as his mouth dropped open, a refreshing change. "My best friends and I tease each other about our numbers, the number of men we've had sex with. Six may seem like a lot to you, or maybe it doesn't, I don't know. My best friend Sue, the girl who was with me the night we met, her number is in the 30s. My roommate Rachel, her number is in the 40s. And my other friend, Samantha, is in the 60s. Keep in mind, they are all about my age, so in my book that makes six look pretty respectable." "Yes, it does, Melanie," he said quietly, contemplating what I revealed to him. I also felt a tinge of regret, because I hated revealing such personal information about my best friends to him just to make a point, but in this case I felt I had to. "In the interest of full disclosure, if you counted oral sex as sex, and I know some people do, my number would be pretty similar to those of my friends." James smiled and I felt my face grow red in embarrassment. "I've just always enjoyed giving blow jobs, and, as I think you can attest, I'm pretty good at it," I said, smiling, looking down, and knowing my face had to be as red as an ember. "Melanie, please don't take this the wrong way, but I think you could give a pro a run for her money." We both laughed and I squeezed his hand across the table. After our laughter subsided, I continued. "As you probably gathered last night with our waitress at your restaurant, I'm bisexual," I said, looking seriously into his eyes. He nodded his head, and I could see the wheels spinning in his mind after I confirmed what I had alluded to when I spoke of Gianna and me in the bathroom the night before. "Again, in the interest of full disclosure, when it comes to sex with women my number would be comparable to my friends' numbers with men." His eyes widened in shock. "Really, Melanie?" "My best friend and I were lovers in high school. But I really became active once I moved to Las Vegas. Between the girls on campus and the girls in the clubs, I've done a lot of bed-hopping. I'm telling you all of this, James, because I want you to know me and I don't want there to be any secrets between us." I was starting to tear up. I was feeling very emotional and I knew it was from the way we'd had sex earlier and unburdening my soul to him concerning my sexuality. "You were the first man I've been with in well over a year, James, so I'm all right with the idea of not being with other men." I paused and tried to choose my words carefully, not knowing how he was going to react to my next statement. "But I'm not going to give up women and have sex only with you. If I meet a woman in a club, or on campus, or in a restaurant, and I want to hook up with her, then I'm going to, and if that's a problem for you we need to start discussing it now." We looked into each other's eyes without speaking. I needed to make him understand that there were some things I'd fight for if I had to. He smiled at me and it felt like those deep blue eyes were piercing my soul. "I don't have a problem with you seeing women, Melanie. But my cock is the only one that goes inside you," he said possessively. I felt a twinge of excitement between my legs. "I can live with that, James," I said, smiling, my eyes never leaving his. We both took a drink of our orange juice as we continued to look at each other. "Now that we've got all of that straightened out, this is yours." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card and then handed it to me. I saw that it was a Visa debit card. "This is just a temporary one. In about a week another one will be mailed to you with your name on it, but you can start using that one tomorrow if you'd like. There is $5,000 on that card and on the first of every month there will another $5,000." It was my turn for my jaw to drop. "Thank you, James," I said sincerely; I thought my heart was going to thump out of my chest. "You're welcome, Melanie. That means there is only one problem left to fix." My mind was racing as I held the card in my hand, "What problem is that?" I asked. "Let's find you a new place to live." \- - - - - I felt the sun on my face as we drove down Tropicana Avenue to meet a real estate agent James had contacted. I discovered as we drove that we had a one o'clock appointment. I didn't have time to go back to the room and put my hair up, so it was blowing everywhere as we drove with the top down in the Mustang and it was driving me crazy. There was a reason I chose a Land Rover instead of a convertible. James was in such a good mood. I could see he was relieved that we had worked out the details of this relationship, or whatever it could be classified as. I was feeling good too because I didn't like thinking that there were things I was hiding from him. I still had questions he needed to answer. I thought, since I had laid my soul open in the cafe, I had a right to ask him questions about his family in LA, the part of his life that I knew very little about. We pulled up in front of a two-bedroom condo close to UNLV. A small, older, feist- looking woman was waiting for us at the front door. As we walked up to her, I could tell she was sizing us up. "Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti," she said in a boisterous voice that I didn't think could come out of a woman so small, "I'm Vera," she said curtly. She looked up at me and then back to James. "Looking for a discreet love residence, are you?" I burst out laughing as James shot her a dirty look. I liked her already. She took my hand in hers and we entered the condo. "Melanie, you'll love this place, dear, it's very cozy; large rooms, big kitchen, and a big back yard, everything you both will need to be happy," she said, smiling at me and ignoring James. "How old is this place?" James asked sternly. "About 25 years old," she said, realizing that she hadn't sold James on it. "This isn't it, let's keep looking," he said. We looked at two other places and James hated them both. All three of the condos she had shown us were nicer than the apartment I was living in with Rachel. It was hard for me to be as picky as James because each of the places she had shown us was a step up for me and were all close to UNLV. James thought proximity to the campus would make it easier for me to get to my classes. "Would you be willing to look at something out of this area, dear?" Vera asked me. "It's only a few miles from here; it's downtown, but I think you'll love it," she said, squeezing my hand. We agreed to look at it and followed Vera to a 40-story building in historic Las Vegas. The parking was underneath the building and James loved the fact that it had 24-hour security. We had to pass through two security-guard stations, one to enter the parking garage and another to go up to the apartments. We took the elevator to the 39th floor and she led us into a spacious two-bedroom apartment. There were two bathrooms, one in the master bedroom and the other off the living room, presumably for guests. It had a large kitchen and it came furnished. The furniture was modern and sleek and went with the apartment perfectly. The real selling point, however, was the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows that faced south over the Las Vegas strip. It even had a glass door to walk out onto a balcony. The outside wall facing the strip was also glass and about chest high, so it didn't obstruct the view from inside the apartment. I instantly fell in love with the place. "All you will need is a bed and TV. You would have had to fully furnish the other three condos we just looked at," Vera said. *She's a good saleswoman and she really wants this commission,* I thought to myself. "I like this place, Melanie, but, more important, what do you think?" James said, leaving the decision up to me. "Vera, we'll take it," I said excitedly, hugging her. James signed the papers and we were back out to the Mustang a few minutes later. I squeezed James's hand as he rested it on my thigh. I had a new car, new clothes, new apartment, and money ... a new life. The only thing I didn't have was the man I was falling for in my bed starting tomorrow morning. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind. I didn't have much time left with James, and I wasn't going to ruin it by being depressed about things I couldn't change. "Melanie," James said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I've dragged you around this city all weekend. You tell me where you'd like to go." I thought for a moment. "Ever seen a lake in the middle of a desert?" I had James drive out to Henderson, past the Auto Mall, and directed him to take the exit onto Lake Mead Parkway. We drove about fifteen miles to Lake Las Vegas. I had only been there once before, and it was at night when I was partying with my friends and I was pretty drunk, so I didn't remember a lot of it. This would be a much better experience. We turned off the highway and found ourselves driving through a golf course with fairways on both sides. The grass was perfectly manicured and I saw a huge clubhouse in the distance. We drove further and came to several different housing tracts. The houses were big and beautiful. The area reminded me of the neighborhoods we saw in Summerlin the night before. The Las Vegas Valley has a few exclusive areas, and Lake Las Vegas was definitely one of them. We drove a bit further and saw a parking garage next to a medium-sized casino. We pulled into the parking garage and found a space. As we were about to exit the Mustang, James's hand, which had been resting on my thigh, suddenly moved up a few inches and he leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. I felt his fingertips brush over the lace material on the front of my thong. He looked into my eyes and said softly, "I haven't been this happy in a long time, kid. For the last few years, it's felt like my life has been nothing but work and struggle, but you're changing that, and I want you to know I appreciate it, Melanie." He gave me a soft kiss and I watched him exit the car. He opened the door for me, and once I stepped out he pulled me to his side. Those simple words meant more to me than everything he'd done for me financially since we'd met. We walked down a small path beside the casino to an area that had a few little shops and restaurants. It was small and quaint, a little village nestled in the rolling hills of the desert. We walked around and window-shopped a bit until we got out of the retail area and a large man-made lake came into view. There were families walking around and little children throwing rocks that made small splashes and ripples, disturbing the calm water. It was so serene and beautiful I could hardly believe that the hustle and bustle of the Las Vegas strip were only a half hour from this majestic place. The lake was set against beautiful rolling hills, and nestled up in the little mountains were beautiful houses that had a perfect vantage for viewing the lake. *I'm going to live up there one day,* I said to myself, making a silent promise. We were walking hand-in-hand and I felt James gently tug on me. "Feel like a boat ride?" Next to a pier was a small ferry that offered rides around the lake. While James was buying tickets, I marveled at the serene water. It reminded me of Shasta Lake in northern California where my family had vacationed several times during my childhood. We got onto the ferry and went up the stairs and out onto the weather deck. Moments later I felt the ferry move away from the pier. I watched the water ripple as the ferry moved. In the distance I could see small boats and people who were windsurfing. For the past year and a half, my life had been incredibly chaotic. I remembered how difficult it had been adjusting to college life: being away from my family, going to classes, keeping my grades up, and engaging in a very active social life of parties and clubbing. In contrast, this was so peaceful and tranquil. I looked out over the water; the sun was going down over the mountains in the west, causing the water to shimmer and sparkle. It felt magical. I looked at James and noticed he was watching me take everything in. He had his arm around me and he gave me a soft squeeze, pulling my body into his, then turned and faced me. "I was going to give you this later at dinner, but seeing this great view I can't think of a more perfect time and place than right now." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangular black case that I knew had to contain jewelry. My jaw dropped as he handed to me. My hands began to shake as I reached for it. I slowly opened the case and saw a tennis bracelet. It had about forty diamonds encased in gold. I watched as James took it out of the box and fastened it on my wrist. I looked wide-eyed at the heavy, shimmering gold bracelet and noticed my hand was shaking. I stammered, trying to find the words, but they weren't coming out of my mouth. Finally, I calmed down enough to say, "J-J-James, this is too much, I can't accept this. You've done so much already, and ..." He cut me off. "Melanie," he said firmly, "I want to give you nice things and do nice things for you. This is part of being with me and you are going to have to learn to accept it." I looked into his eyes, trying to make sense of this gift. He looked at me and said sternly, "I'm not going to fight you every time I want to do something nice for you." Tears filled my eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly as I felt his arms wrap around me. I whispered in his ear, "Thank you so much, James," I said sincerely. We drove silently back to our suite at the Paris. James's hand was on my thigh as we sped down the freeway. I was still trying to mentally process how this man sitting next to me had come into my life so unexpectedly, like a tornado, and changed everything. It was so much to try to take in and process. \- - - - - I watched as James used the keycard to open the door to our suite and then looked around the empty great room that had been my home for the last two days. I didn't even feel like the same person who had let a handsome older man buy her a drink at a bar in a beautifully decorated ballroom. I wasn't sure that girl existed anymore. James put his arm around me. "Melanie, we have about an hour before our dinner reservations, so you had better start getting ready." I watched him walk into the second bathroom of the suite and heard him turn on the shower. *I should start getting ready,* I thought. I walked into the walk-in closet of the master bedroom and began looking through the remaining dresses that James had bought. After a bit of deliberation, I chose a short, dusty-pink, sequined cocktail dress with a light pink silk bra and a pair of high-heeled, white lace pumps. I also decided to surprise James by not wearing a thong. I walked into the bathroom, applied my make-up, and put my hair up in an elegant style that I thought would go perfectly with the dress. I looked into the mirror several times until I had my make-up and hair perfect. After I had dressed, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the great room, and when James saw me his jaw dropped and I watched him drink me in from head to toe. "Melanie, you look stunning." "Thank you, James," I said, smiling brightly at him. I had worked so hard to look good for him; I was ecstatic that he approved and appreciated it. James was wearing a dark, navy-blue, pinstriped suit with a navy-blue tie whose solid color was broken up by large silver dots. The blue in the suit made his blue eyes sparkle. He looked so handsome. "You don't look half bad yourself," I said, "so where are we going to dinner?" "The top of the world," he said as he smiled at me. It wasn't quite the top of the world, but it was close. We walked through the casino until I saw signs to the elevator for the Eiffel Tower Restaurant. It was one-hundred feet above the Las Vegas strip and offered majestic views of the sparkling lights, bustling traffic, and the fountains at the Bellagio. As we rode the elevator up, I felt James's arm wrapped tightly around my waist, resting on the side of my body at the waistline. I felt him start to feel lower and then back up several times. I smiled as I realized what he was doing. His fingers were searching for the elastic band of the thong that I had, up until this evening, always worn. I smiled to myself and then mischievously asked, "Whatcha doing?" His eyes got wide, and he said in a shocked voice, "Melanie, are you wearing a thong?" I looked down, making sure he was watching me, and then very slowly pulled the side of my cocktail dress up, revealing nothing but skin. "What do you know, I thought I forgot something," I said, smiling sexily at him. I watched his mouth form a devious smile just as the elevator doors opened into the restaurant. He had arranged for us to get a coveted window seat in the restaurant. We sat in front of a large panoramic window that offered an 180-degree view that was truly spectacular. James ordered Dom Perignon Champagne and an appetizer of golden, Russian, and Siberian caviar. For dinner, James ordered a ribeye steak and I ordered roasted chicken and vegetables. I watched James dig into the caviar and I could tell he was used to eating it. He smiled at me and watched me pick at it as I took a few bites, but to be honest it was something that I could barely get down. I did love the Champagne, though. It tasted amazing. As I watched him eat, I hesitantly spoke. "James, this is a perfect evening, and I don't want to ruin it, but may I ask you something?" "You know you can ask me anything, Melanie." "Would you tell me about your family?" I watched him stop in mid-bite and then slowly swallow his food as he mentally processed my question. I thought to myself that I bet he regretted his statement about letting me ask anything. "I met my wife at USC. We were both in their MBA program. She already had a very successful marketing career and I was managing my father's restaurants at the time. We were both happy with our careers and neither of us wanted children. We had a really good marriage." I sipped my Champagne and hung on his every word, as this was one of the first times that he had really opened up to me. "She had just turned forty, we had been married for about fifteen years, and suddenly she wanted children; her biological clock and all, I guess. At first, I was angry, because if we were going to start a family we should have done it when we got married. In the end, I relented, and a couple of years later we had Jon and Jessica. Once they were born, she wanted to give up her career and be a stay-at-home mother. I had already expanded my father's business fivefold, so I didn't care if she wanted to end her career. Even though I initially didn't want children, they ended up being the best thing that's ever happened to me. The rest, concerning our marital relations, I told you about." I smiled softly at him and reached across the table and squeezed his hand. I had such mixed emotions and it was a difficult contradiction to process. I had strong feelings for him, so of course I wanted to know everything about him. but some of the things he'd told me were difficult to hear. I had never been the 'other woman' before, and I wasn't sure how well I liked it. The rest of the evening was amazing. We talked and laughed about my classes, his restaurants, and how much we both loved Las Vegas. He was nothing like the men I had known in my past. He was so easy to talk to, so knowledgeable on so many different subjects, and, once I was able to break through the rough exterior, so kind and generous. I tried so hard to remain emotionally distant from him, but that wasn't me, and I just simply couldn't. After a truly amazing dinner, James paid the bill and we walked out of the restaurant to the elevator. As usual, he had his arm around me and we stepped into the elevator. Once the door closed, he pushed me up against the wall and aggressively started kissing me. His actions took me by surprise, but they were far from unwelcome. I reciprocated by pushing my tongue into his mouth as we kissed, which only served to work him up even more. I felt him reach down the front of my short dress and pull it up, revealing my un-pantied pussy. I instantly spread my legs and felt his fingers rub over the lips of my vagina, causing me to gasp while my knees began to go weak. To steady me, he pinned me up against the wall and roughly pushed two fingers inside of me then curled them upwards. I cried out as his I felt his fingers probe my vagina. We both felt the elevator begin to stop, and James quickly withdrew his fingers and pulled the front of my skirt down. He stood beside me as the elevator door opened, and a group of people waited for us to disembark the elevator so they could enter it. My face was flushed, my hair was a bit disheveled, and I was breathing heavily, so the people waiting to board the elevator probably had an idea of what had transpired before the door opened. James took my hand and pulled me out of the elevator and we walked rapidly through the casino to get to our room. He used his keycard to open the door and we walked in. As soon as he got the door closed, we turned and faced each other. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. As our tongues explored each other's mouths, he pulled me towards the master bedroom. Once we were beside the bed, he started aggressively removing my cocktail dress and bra. I could feel the need in his swift motions as my dress and bra landed on the floor beside me, and I saw the lust in his eyes as he kissed me hungrily. Once I was naked in front of him, we both began removing his suit together. I worked on his tie and shirt while he loosened his belt and then unbuttoned his pants so they fell down his legs and onto the floor next to my dress. Once we were both naked, we continued kissing passionately for several minutes until he pushed me back onto the bed and then slid on top of me. I felt his weight on me as he ran his hands over my breasts and kissed me hard, possessing my mouth with his. I had never seen this side of him, an urgency that bordered on the uncontrolled. He swiftly kissed down my body, his hands never leaving my breasts. There was no teasing or even hesitation. As soon as I had my legs open, his mouth was on my pussy and he began to eat me. I gasped as his tongue entered my vagina and he immediately began licking and sucking. I felt his tongue move over my lips and clit, then back inside me. He acted like a man possessed, which I have to admit scared me, but I trusted him and went with it. After several minutes, I felt my orgasm building. As the waves of pleasure washed over me, he continued to lick me relentlessly. I feverishly came several more times before he momentarily paused and gave me a respite from the intense pleasure his mouth was giving me. He looked into my eyes and said in a low growl, "Grab your knees and pull them towards you, Melanie." From the tone of his voice, I knew it wasn't a request and I immediately obeyed his command. I wrapped my arms around the backs of my knees and pulled them towards me until they rested by my ears. I am very flexible due to years of incorporating yoga into my workouts, and I found it to be a very comfortable position with my bottom raised several inches off the bed. As soon as I was in the position he wanted, I felt his mouth return to my vagina, which caused me to moan and cry out. The tip of his tongue brushed my clit relentlessly and I felt it swirl and make circles over it. I gasped and cried out as I felt his tongue retreat and then push back inside my pussy, which turned my breathing into shallow pants. Just as my next orgasm was starting to build, I felt his tongue retreat from my vagina and slide lower, licking over my anus. I instantly tensed up, it was something that I should have seen coming but didn't expect. "Relax," he growled as he felt me tense up. Again, it wasn't a request. I took a deep breath, trying to relax as best I could, as I felt his saliva drip off his tongue and onto my asshole. He then roughly pushed the saliva into my ass with his tongue, which caused me to cry out again. I had been intimate with several women who were into anal play, and I enjoyed it and reciprocated when I knew it was something they were into. Normally, it wasn't something that I engaged in very often. However, I had never engaged in any form of anal play with a man, and I found it to be much different. His copious amounts of saliva had my anus well lubed, and he was able to push his tongue deep into me, which was a different sensation at first but soon felt amazing. I heard loud licking and sucking sounds as his mouth and tongue lapped at my asshole. I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue deep inside, which sent a pleasurable sensation through my body that I had never experienced before. Unable to resist, I reached up and rubbed my clit lightly, and I instantly exploded in orgasm. I could feel myself shake and convulse as the waves of pleasure washed over me. It was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had; it caused me to release my knees and my legs fell on either side of James. He watched me intensely during my orgasm, and while I was recovering and gaining control of my body he took my legs and rolled them back until my knees were again on either side of my head. Then he got on top of me so that the weight of his body held my legs back as he placed them on his shoulders. I felt his hard member press against my thigh as I shuddered in anticipation of what I knew was coming. He reached between us and took his cock in his hand. I gasped when the head touched my clit as he rubbed it there for a few seconds before he found the entrance to my vagina and roughly sank himself into me. I moaned vociferously as I entered me, and I felt his cock plunge to a depth that I had never previously experienced. I had never had sex in this position and it was amazingly intense. It felt as if the full weight of his body was on my legs as he plunged in and out of me. Because of the angle, his cock was in almost constant contact with my clit, rubbing it, caressing it; I felt like every inch of my body was on fire. It took only a minute or so until I felt my body shake in yet another orgasm. James was relentless as he pounded me harder and harder. It felt that as soon as I was recovering from one orgasm the next one was upon me. I was almost at the point of deliriousness when I felt him start to tense up, and I knew then that he was close. Suddenly, he stopped, and I felt his hard cock slip out of me. I tried to regain my senses and get my wits back when he rolled me over onto my stomach. Just as I got up on my hands and knees, I felt his large hands on my hips and his cock slip inside me again. This position was a welcome relief from the previous one because he wasn't able to penetrate me as deep, but his thrusts were still long and powerful. It felt amazing as he continued his almost relentless pounding. His body was slapping hard against mine when I felt him take one of his hands off my hips. I didn't think anything of it until I felt his thumb began to rub my anus. His pace might have eased up just a little as I felt him slowly work his thumb into my ass. He only had the tip of his thumb inside me, maybe to the knuckle, when his progress slowed and then stopped. I was well lubed from his tongue earlier, but there was a bit of pressure and slight pain and he could feel me tense up. "Relax," he said, in a gruff voice. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. As I did, I felt his thumb slip the rest of the way inside me. I had never felt so full. I could feel his thumb rub his penis through the thin layer of tissue that separated my vagina from my rectum. I moaned loudly as he picked up the pace again, pounding into me hard. It was the most amazing feeling, and it added an extra dimension to our sex that I hadn't even known existed. It didn't take long before his breathing began to change and his body started to tense up. Just as he began to release inside me, I reached between my legs and gently rubbed my clit, exploding in orgasm with him. He collapsed on top of me and his movement caused his cock and thumb to be expelled from my body. A few seconds later he slid to my side and held me close to him, face to face in the bed. After a minute or so, our labored breathing slowed as we looked into each other's eyes. We talked for a few minutes, but I could tell he was getting tired. We bid each other goodnight and I watched as he fell asleep. As I watched him in peaceful slumber, I thought back to the guys I was with in high school. They could go more than once, which I remembered enjoying because it was fun having sex with a guy three or four times in one night. But the sessions never lasted long and there were many times I found it difficult to reach orgasm because they got off so quickly. In contrast, James had control. He might only have gotten off once or twice, but he gave me the opportunities I needed to reach orgasm multiple times until I was near exhaustion. In the long run, sex was better with James. My last thoughts were of our amazing weekend as I drifted off to sleep. \- - - - - The six-thirty alarm jarred us both out of our sleep. James had an eight-fifteen flight so we didn't have much time. We jumped into the shower together, but because of the time constraint we only showered. I watched as he soaped up that big cock, but I behaved because I didn't want him to miss his flight on my account. We dried off and James went into the second bedroom to pack his things and dress. I walked into the walk-in closet and saw a huge suitcase and two matching garment bags. The majority of my clothes had already been packed. I picked a dark blue jean skirt and a red t-shirt to wear over a white cotton thong and matching bra, then neatly packed the rest of my things in the suitcase. A few minutes later, I heard a knock at our door; it was the bell captain to take our luggage down to the valet. We silently walked through the casino, holding hands, and I felt a wretchedness wash over me. I wanted him to stay, or I wanted to go with him, but I knew neither option was possible. As we drove the Mustang back to the rental car company, James finally spoke. "I'll be back in about a month and I want to talk to you, or at least text, every day." I tried as hard as I could to force a smile. "I'd like that," I said softly. He rubbed my thigh like he had done since we met. As we pulled into the rental car company's lot, I cursed myself for not keeping an emotional distance from him. Why couldn't I have just have had sex with him and enjoyed his company without feeling something for him? He returned the rental car and I hailed a cab. The cabbie helped transfer our luggage from the Mustang to his cab. James pulled me close, our legs touching, in the back of the cab on the short drive to the airport. We pulled into the departing-flights area in front of James's airline, and I felt as if the tears would be falling any second, but I did everything in my power to hold them back. No matter what happened, he wasn't going to see me cry. The cabbie popped the trunk and James handed him a $100 bill. "Take her wherever she wants to go," he said. He leaned in and kissed me softly. "This was the best weekend of my life, Melanie, thank you." James exited the cab, took his suitcase out of the trunk, and walked into the airport without looking back. As the cabbie pulled away from the curb, I started to cry quietly in the back seat.

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Title: Luke and Luna by Sonic Fox Tags: Love, M/F, Oral, Romance, Sixty-Nine, Vaginal, Wolf Rated "Y" for Yiffy. All characters belong to Sonic Fox. Luke stared up at the dragon, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've made my decision. I chose to follow my heart." Razia then lowered one scaly hand to the ground, spreading her digits to allow Luke access to her palm. Without hesitation, Luke approached the violet hand and effortlessly climbed up onto it. Luna, Kent, and Trixey watched with baited breath as the dragon raised her paw up to her eye level, eyeing over the squirrel. Razia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, a breath so deep the others below could feel the air rush past them. Then, slowly opening her eyes, Razia exhaled, producing a blue mist from her maw. The mist swirled around Luke, enshrouding the squirrel to the point Luna and the others lost sight of him. The crystals in the cave seemed to glow brighter and brighter as the mist began to whirl around Luke faster and faster. A dim light formed in the center of the blue ball of mist, growing more brilliant by the second. Suddenly, Razia closed her hand and the shroud poured through her fingers and dispersed throughout the cave, disappearing into the shadows. Smiling to herself, the dragon lowered her fist to the ground before the odd company and slowly opened her hand. In the middle of the dragon's palm sat a wolf; the fur on its back as black as night and the fur on its belly and paws as white as snow. The wolf was large, larger than either Kent or Luna, and was heavily muscled, even more so than Luna's ex-mate, Fang. Aside from the muscles and size, the black and white lupine seemed to be the exact mirror image of Luna. The wolf's eyes were a clear blue that seemed to send a calming sensation through the odd company's minds; the white paws blocked a clear view of the genitals, making it impossible to determine the sex. The strange wolf slowly rose on all fours and started to walk towards the bewildered creatures before it. Luna and the foxes were shocked at the appearance of the wolf. Where did it come from? Where was Luke? The wolf gracefully leapt off Razia's hand and resumed its course. Luna, Trixey, and Kent all backed away slightly, wary of this mysterious creature. Once the wolf was no more than two feet away, Luna emitted a low warning growl, stopping the lupine in its tracks. "Luna," said the wolf in a familiar voice, "it's me." Luna's ears perked up; she recognized that voice. But how could that be? Was Razia as mystical as they say? "Luke?" gasped Luna. The wolf nodded, his blue eyes seeming to sparkle as they did when he was a squirrel. Luna couldn't move; she was in awe of the incredible transformation that had just occurred seconds ago. Luke moved close beside her and nuzzled into her neck. Luna wholeheartedly returned the gesture, pressing her muzzle deep into his fur. Luna broke their embrace and stared at Luke in confusion. "Luke, what've you done to yourself?" Luke cocked his head to one side, surprised that Luna did not react the way he thought she would. "Well...I wanted to do something that would allow us to be together that kept me out of harm's way and permitted you to have pups." "But this is so extreme," muttered Luna, "You gave up who you are just for my happiness. I feel like I forced this on you." "No," Razia spoke softly, lowering her head down to the four friends. "Luke's body may be that of a wolf, but his spirit will always be that of a squirrel. As you can see, his eyes have remained the same as they were when he was a squirrel and his way of thinking has been left as it was." "But what about his body?" asked Trixey. "Yeah, he's bigger than all of us and he has the same fur as Luna," added Kent. "Luke's physical appearance was created by his love for Luna," replied Razia with a hint of admiration. "His newfound size and muscles are the strength of his passion for the one he loves most, while the similar fur color portrays that Luna is his one and only true love." Luna could feel her face burn as she blushed; this gorgeous wolf was the culmination of all of Luke's feelings for her? Suddenly, a weight fell upon Luna as a horrible realization came to her attention. "Wait! If Luke is a wolf, then how will he eat? He can't survive on what he ate as a squirrel!" Luke's face darkened; he had not thought of what he was going to do in terms of food. Razia smiled sweetly, calming Luna down as much as she could. "There is no need to fear," she coolly answered, "Luke may still have the spirit of a squirrel, but it is now mixed with that of a wolf; he will have all the same instincts, senses, and cravings as any other lupine." Luna took a deep breath; relieved of her burden. Luke, however, was still unsure if he could eat meat; even though he could feel his stomach growling and his mouth watering at the thought of meat. Razia spread her wings and her arms wide, raising her head high above the odd company. "Now it is time to bid you all good-bye; I hope to see all of you again on better terms." "Oh, we will," said Luna with a wink. The dragon returned the wink and expelled a white mist from her maw; enshrouding the wolves and foxes. Suddenly, as quickly as it appeared, the mist dissipated; the odd company was standing within their cave, bewildered at the sudden change in scenery. As they gazed about their abode, Trixey spotted what could only be described as a pile of meat; steam rising from the appeasing smorgasbord, no doubt thanks to Razia's fiery breath. Luna, Kent, and Trixey anxiously approached the mountain of meat; Luke timidly following their wake. The others tore into the meat, satisfying their hunger with the cooked beef. Over the din of their feast, Luna could hear Luke's stomach growling from a few feet away. The wolf turned towards her lover and slowly approached him. "Luke," she whispered, "You must eat something; trust me, you don't want that craving to build-up on you." Luke stared at the floor. "I don't know if I can do it...that came from another creature," he muttered, shaking slightly. "I...I can't even think about killing...what if it was a mother, or a young one, or even a beloved mate?" Luna pressed up against him, gently licking his ears. "Luke, you don't have to worry about that," she said softly, using her muzzle to lift up Luke's face. "There's a code of ethics among most predators, such as wolves, foxes, and wild cats. We never attack mothers or younglings, and we try not to harm mates as well. When we hunt, we don't just search for food...we study our prey, examining it for any reason not to kill it. If it is truly alone, then we attack; the one sure quarry is a creature that is nothing but a burden on the environment. Luke," she whispered, her yellow eyes gazing into his blue ones, "if you'll let me, I'll put all your worries to rest." Luke sat there, staring into Luna's kind eyes while mulling over her words. Finally, Luke nodded and both he and Luna made their way back to the foxes and their food. Luke shivered as he lowered his head down to the beef, repeating to himself Luna's reassuring words. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and took a small bite of the red meat. As soon as the taste of the meat flooded over his tongue, Luke's eyes sprang open and the wolf began to greedily feed on the mass of muscle and fat, famished from the day's events. Seeing her lover embrace his wolf nature, Luna joined in beside him and the foxes. In a matter of minutes, the once enormous mountain of meat was reduced to nothing; the odd company lazing about on the ground with their stomachs full. Luke held back a belch as he lifted his head up off the ground. "That was delicious!" the wolf exclaimed. The others laughed at his enthusiasm, Luke joining in soon after. Once the laughter died down, Luke managed to find the courage to ask a question that had been plaguing his mind. "Hey guys," he muttered. "What is it, Luke?" asked Luna. "I was wondering if...I mean, if it's not too much trouble," Luke swallowed as he concentrated on what he was about to say. "Could we exclude squirrels from our diet?" Luke could feel himself blush, embarrassed by what he had just asked. "Of course, Luke," replied Luna. Luke's ears perked up, astounded by her readied answer. "Yeah, I don't think any of us could eat another squirrel since we met you," added Trixey with a sweet smile. Luke smiled back, "Thanks guys." "Luke," said Luna, rising to her paws and walking towards the stone pathway that led to the ledge that overlooked the valley, "Could come with me for a little bit?" As if he were in a trance, Luke quickly rose up and speedily walked up beside Luna, keeping in step with his lover. Trixey giggled as she watched the two wolves walk up towards the ledge. "Well now that they're gone," she said with a sly smile as she too rose up and started to walk towards her makeshift bed of leaves, "Why don't we have some long overdue fun?" Kent practically jumped off the ground and raced towards their bed, eager for some quality time. Luke and Luna emerged from the cave and stepped out onto the large ledge that jutted out of the side of the mountain; the night sky was clear of all clouds, revealing millions of bright stars and the large full moon. Luke and Luna sat on the ledge, leaning on one another as they gazed upon the serene landscape. "It's so beautiful," Luna said quietly, pressing herself against Luke. "Yeah, and so are you," whispered Luke. Luna looked up at Luke, deeply touched by his words. "Luke, I can never tell you how much I appreciate what you've done for me; I'll do my best to return my love for you as you did for me," Luna whispered, her eyes sparkling in the starlight. "That's easy," replied Luke, giving Luna a small lick on the nose, "Just stay the way you are now." Luna smiled and closed her eyes, listening to Luke's heartbeat while her thighs started to heat up. "You know what?" murmured Luke. "What?" asked Luna. "I can't wait to raise a litter of pups with you." As soon as Luke had said that, Luna's vagina felt like it had burst into flame. The wolfess had gone for days without her lover and she needed him as much as she needed him in the grotto, perhaps even more so. Now. In the blink of an eye, Luna leaned off of Luke and ducked between his forepaws. Before Luke knew what was going on, Luna began to lap at his white furred sac. Luke's initial gasp instantly turned into a low mur as Luna began to suckle on his full orbs. Luna rolled Luke's testicles in her mouth, savoring the taste of his flesh as she gently handled his nuts. Luke's penis started to peek out of his white sheathe; it's immense size dwarfing that of Luna's ex-mate, Fang. Luna shifted her attention from Luke's aching balls to the pillar of flesh that was beginning to merge, licking over the sensitive head. Luke was lost in a sea of bliss as Luna suckled on his growing erection; his hips jolting whenever she threw in a playful nip or two. Once Luke's impressive cock was fully erect, Luna got up and waltzed a short distance from Luke, laying on her back once she stopped. With his throbbing erection, Luke made his way over to Luna and stood directly above her, their heads aligned with each other's genitals. One glance at Luna's white puffy cunt drove Luke into a frenzy; the wolf immediately dipped his muzzle down and slowly licked over her nether lips. Luna giggled as Luke stimulated her tender flesh, spreading her back legs wider for her lover. Luke's tongue slipped and slid all around the wolfess's mound, flicking over her engorged clit as he did so. Luna gazed up at Luke's balls swaying over head and pressed her nose against them, causing Luke to jump at it's cold touch. Luna gave his sac a teasing lick before she guided his throbbing member into her mouth and proceeded to suck on it hungrily. Luke moaned as he felt Luna's hot mouth envelope his cock, humping slightly into her maw. Not wanting Luna to go unsatisfied, Luke pressed his muzzle against Luna's lips and thrust his tongue deep inside her sweltering tunnel. Luna gasped and raised her hips up as Luke's tongue licked all over her sensitive walls, plunging deeper and deeper as it did. Soon, the two lupine lovers were moaning around each other's love organs; their hips grinding into each other's faces. Luke let out a low growl as he felt his orgasm approach at an incredible speed. Before he could react, Luke moaned into Luna's pussy as he came inside Luna's torturing mouth; shouting his hot, thick, creamy seed all over Luna's tongue and down her throat as she swallowed his huge load. As she cleaned off Luke's cock, Luna cried out as her own climax set upon her; the wolfess's legs kicked in the air as her juice's flowed out of her cunt and onto Luke's tongue as he greedily lapped up whatever came out. The two of them lay on top of one another, gently licking the other's genitals. Luna then softly pushed against Luke's belly with her paws; Luke received the message and rose up off of her. With Luke's weight off of her body, Luna rolled onto her stomach and slowly rose to her paws, crawling out from underneath her lover. As she faced the full moon, Luna stopped and raised her tail, flashing Luke a needy, lust-filled look in her eyes. "Luke, please take me as your mate." In an instant, Luke's member became rock hard again at the sight of the erotic sight before him; Luke could not help but admire the way the moon seemed to outline his mate. Luke approached Luna from behind and mounted her, trying to get accustomed to this new position. As Luke steadied himself, Luna felt his cock slide across her nether-regions, sending shivers down her spine as she thought of taking his huge organ. In the past, Luna had missed the feeling of another wolf's cock inside her, but despite Luke's size as a squirrel, he always managed to give her more pleasure than Fang could ever give her. Once Luke was stable, he leaned forward and licked the tip of Luna's ear. In response, Luna gazed back at him and pressed her rear into his thighs. Luke gently pushed his cock against Luna's cunt, eliciting moans from the both of them as the wolf penetrated his mate's tight orifice. Once he had hilted himself inside her, Luke gave Luna a moment to adjust to his size; once she began to rock her hips, Luke began to slowly slide his length in and out of her folds. Luna moaned as Luke gently thrust into her, reveling in his tender loving way of mating. Luke growled happily as his cock rubbed against her hot inner flesh as it tightened around him, nipping her ears playfully. After a while, Luke started to increase his tempo, thrusting in and out of Luna faster and harder as time passed. Luna closed her eyes as her senses were overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure that emanated from her pussy, whimpering as Luke's cock massaged her insides and brought her close to climax. Suddenly, Luke's member slid across Luna's g-spot, causing the wolfess's front side to collapse, her backside remaining in the air. Readjusting himself, Luke began to piston his cock deep into Luna's pussy, his member stroking over her most erogenous spot and stretching her untouched depths. Luna's cried out in bliss as Luke thrust into her with great force and speed, his balls slapping against her clit. Luke's orgasm approached at an alarming rate; the sight and sounds of the wolfess beneath him couple together with the incredible sensations his cock felt driving him towards the edge. With one final thrust, Luke hilted himself deep inside Luna and howled as his seed spilled into his lover's pussy; Luna's own orgasm hit her hard and she joined in with her mates howl, her pussy clenched onto his thick wolfhood as her juices poured out of her. Their mixed howls rang across the valley, awakening several creatures and enticing a few howls from scattered wolf packs. The two lupines collapsed, basking in the afterglow of the amazing sex they just had. Luna murred as she felt Luke's warm cum deep inside her, immersing herself in the hopes of becoming pregnant. Luke caught his breath and nuzzled into Luna's neck, feeling closer to her than he ever did before. Luke slowly slid his shrinking member out of Luna's full pussy, earning him a low whimper from the fatigued wolfess. Once free, Luke walked around to Luna's side and began to squirm his way underneath his tired mate. With much care and his newfound strength, Luke managed to align his head underneath Luna's and lifted both Luna and himself off the ground. Luna was surprised by Luke's power, and she also felt the irony of being carried on Luke's back. Effortlessly, Luke made his way down the stone pathway to the makeshift bed of leaves with Luna on his back. Luke stared across the cave and spotted Kent and Trixey sleeping together; Kent's large foxhood still buried into Trixey's snatch. Upon reaching their bed, Luke gently rolled Luna off of his back and onto the leaves. Luke then laid down beside her, nuzzling into her warm fur. Luna smiled as she snuggled up to the large wolf, feeling a sense of safety she had not felt sense she was a pup. As the two drifted off to sleep, Luna managed one last lick to Luke's nose. "I love you, Luke." "I love you, too, Luna." This is a temporary end to the "Odd Company" series. Basically, I have a few other stories I want to write and I'm not sure where to take this series at present. But don't worry, you'll see the Odd Company again; I've come to love them so much that I'll never let them go. Fun Fact: "The Grotto" was originally supposed to be one story with many different scenarios where the squirrel and the wolf switch genders, thus making the story a M/F, F/M, M/M, and F/F with a bonus ending where the wolf just eats the squirrel. Personally, I'm glad it didn't turn out like that. I want to thank everyone who supported me from the first story. Without you, none of this would've been possible.

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Title: That's Life in Hollywood by DarkCoyote Tags: Drugs, Male, Superheroes, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf Darkmoon Lonewolf stood outside Grauman's Chinese Theatre in the cool winter sunshine . The superheroes were out in force like always. Superman, Batman, Thor, Spiderman, and The Hulk were all here giving the tourists an opportunity to snap pictures with their favorite comic book hero, for a price. Darkmoon grinned as he mused that just about everything had some kind of price in Hollywood. It also amused him that the only real super hero present didn't have anyone asking to take his picture. Well there was the occasional tourist from Nebraska who had never seen a Lycanthrope before. When approached nicely he always obliged, a few times even posing with one of the fake heroes. Unlike the fake heroes he never charged on those rare occasions, but a scritch behind the ear from a good looking female tourist was always welcome. Darkmoon's black and silver tail wagged as he thought about it. Of course there was the argument that calling himself a hero was a bit charitable, but he didn't trouble himself about that. He decided his lunch break was over and shoved off from the wall he'd been leaning against. His sub - shoulder length black hair blew in the breeze, fortunately his head band kept it out of his eyes. Even as the human tourists were running around in coats, Darkmoon wore only a black buckskin loincloth and a pair of black studded bracers. His fur was his real clothing, black with silver chevrons on the arms and tail. Even his face was furred, though his features were human. Unlike many lycans, his feet were plantigrade with sharp claws and paw pads on his soles. His hands were much the same, and in fact his claws and martial arts skills were his primary weapon in physical combat. His golden eyes scanned the street as he crossed Hollywood Boulevard to the El Capitan. All the traffic stopped as he crossed for once. His memory was still fresh of a Mercedes air car that almost hit him at head level a week ago. He felt sorry for the insurance company as the huge rents he tore in that car with his claws would cost a small fortune to fix. So far it was a cool and quiet day. This suited Darkmoon just fine. He turned the corner into the small alley that ran behind the famous theatre. Sure enough, Tommy was there hanging out, as usual. "Darkmoon my friend, how's my favorite wolf?" Tommie's smile was genuine. The wolf and the human exchanged a high five. "Good dude, how's business?" Darkmoon grinned showing his pearly white canines. Tommy frowned, "Slow as hell, it's the cold man. People don't want to get stoned when they are freezing their asses off." "I keep telling you humans you should all grow fur. I'm nice and warm." Darkmoon grinned at his friend who now wore a pained expression. Darkmoon laughed, "Just messing with you. I'm sorry to hear things are slow." "You should be, it's eating into your percentage. Sales are down, and it's more than the cold. The damned cartel is trying to move back in again." Darkmoon frowned. The sale of green smokeable substances occupied a unique gray area thanks to federal law and some conflicting voter passed state laws. It was legal to own the stuff, you could walk down the street smoking it without a care in the world, but it was still a crime to buy and sell it. Mind you it was a crime that the LAPD didn't really care about, unless organized crime got involved. Darkmoon was more a champion of disorganized crime. He was contracted by the independent smokeable merchants of Hollywood to insure that none of the larger groups could move them out. This was in addition to hanging out at the music clubs on Sunset providing extra security, and giving people harassing the public fits with his own unique brand of street justice. "You know Izzy up on Gower, right?" Tommie's voice grew quiet. "Yeah, I met him a few times, why?" Darkmoon cocked his head. "The cops found him in an alley up there with his head smashed in. He's in a bed over at Queen of Angels. Word on the street is that the cartel was up and running within an hour." Darkmoon growled. "That is just disrespectful. I'll have to send Izzy some flowers and a card." "Check the alley between Carlos and Yucca. Anybody there is a poacher." Tommy whipped a dime bag our of his pocket and slipped it to the wolf. Darkmoon inhaled deeply, he loved the smell of the plant, burning or not. "I hate poachers", was all he said as he walked out of the alley and turned right on Highland. \-\*- Darkmoon left "The Cave" about 5 o'clock, right after sunset. "The Cave" was a unique residence as it was unit 0 of the old apartment building at El Cerito and Selma. It used to be the basement utility room of the 1920's era building. Darkmoon and his brother Folix had purchased the building and done some magical remodeling. The former basement had been turned into what looked like a natural cave in living rock. Only the kitchen looked like a normal room. It wasn't exactly a secret lair, but Darkmoon and his friends enjoyed it. It was the scene of many after parties that went on late into the following day. Rock made excellent soundproofing. Darkmoon rode his black old school Harley hog down Gower across Hollywood Boulevard. He parked his bike on Gower just past Carlos. Once Darkmoon had the bike secured, he focused his mind and instantly disappeared from sight. Darkmoon might not be one of the more famous super-powered people in LA, but his powers made him one of the more dangerous ones. He prowled across Gower down Carlos. It was a quiet, if somewhat seedy residential street like so many in Hollywood. Tourists never made it here, and if they did they left quickly. This was Darkmoon's Hollywood, his forest full of predators and prey, just the way he liked it. Darkmoon set himself up on Carlos across from the mouth of the alley. The alley looked deserted except for a guy hanging out in a carport. The wolf watched and waited. Sure enough an old chevy ground car pulled up and Mr. Carport jumped out to greet it. After a couple of minutes a cred stick and a large baggy changed hands. The car quickly pulled away towards the other end of the alley and sped off. "A drug drive-thru", the wolf mused. After crossing the street Darkmoon prowled down the alley right up to the carport guy. A well placed fist to the back of the head knocked him out cold, and caused Darkmoon to immediately become visible. That's when the dealer's security opened fire with an automatic rifle. The bullets knocked Darkmoon off his feet and onto his back in the alley. He snarled in rage and pain even as slugs kept impacting him. Darkmoon forced himself to be calm and play dead. While the bullets hurt like hell they did no permanent damage due to his lycanthropic immunity. His body literally ejected the slugs as it repaired it's self. Not all lycans had this trait, Darkmoon was one of the lucky ones. The wolf lay in the alley in a pool of his own blood not moving. He used his martial arts training to temporarily stop his breathing to appear dead. It worked. The gunman approached to deliver the coup de grace, walking right up to Darkmoon and pointing the rifle at his face. Darkmoon grabbed the weapon and ripped it from the man's hands, breaking some fingers in the process. The man screamed, but was quickly silenced as Darkmoon launched himself off the ground and smashed his head with the rifle butt. He dropped like a limp rag. Thinking quickly Darkmoon dropped both unconscious bodies into a steel trash dumpster. Once it was unloaded the rifle followed making a satisfying clang as it hit bottom. Thanks to all the shooting stealth was out the window at this point. Darkmoon dropped to the ground to catch the scent of the dealer. He used it to track back to an apartment. The door splintered easily with a super-powered kick. Inside Darkmoon found 9 kilos of marijuana, along with several pounds of substances whose legal status was much less questionable. Darkmoon grabbed all the illegal substances, along with most of the marijuana and dropped them in with the dealer and his security. Sirens announced that his time was almost up. Darkmoon crimped the dumpster closed with his bare hands and super strength. He then punched some air holes with his claws. Darkmoon turned non-detectable and ran for it just as the LAPD sealed the alley. A brisk walk through one of the apartment complexes brought him back out to Gower and his bike. The wolf dropped his green finder's fee in his saddlebag, became visible, and rode back home without incident. Mission accomplished. \-\*- It was two days later and Darkmoon was back at Grauman's Chinese watching the fake heroes when a commotion arose in the crowd. Officer Snow Wolf was there and headed straight for him. Swolf as the family and pack called him was a duly sworn member of the LA County Sherriff's Department. He was also a famous TV personality who preached safety and awareness in all manner of public service announcements. He was Darkmoon's eldest half-brother. "Hey bro, how's tricks??" Darkmoon asked innocently. Swolf gave his half-brother a short growl and then turned his attention to his adoring public. After posing for pictures and signing autographs the snow white wolf finally got free of his adoring fans. Like his half-brother he wore a loincloth, but also sported a real sheriff's badge on a lanyard around his neck. "I should be the one asking you about tricks", Swolf growled. "I heard about that unique incident up on Gower." "I really don't know what you're talking about officer", Darkmoon smirked. "Besides, I heard on the news those guys are up on dealing and attempted murder charges. " "That's true enough, and is the main reason you aren't being hunted from here to Orange County. Why the hell do you do it? You don't need the money. You're risking serious time in the super-max doing this crap. Why?" Swolf's tail was thrashing and it was obvious there were veins throbbing under his fur. Darkmoon thought about it for a few minutes. "The dealers are my friends bro, and besides it's fun."

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Title: Together: Part 1 by Fletchbaltoboy559 Tags: Love, M/F, No-Yiff, Wolf Fletch was on one of his normal lunch-time walks through the park, he was completely spaced, off in la-la land as some may say, as usual, and ran into someone, sending them both to the ground, he sat up, shook his head, luckily he didn't hit it in the sidewalk. He looked over to the one that he had run into. She was frantically picking up her books. She was beautiful, he thought. She was a beautiful chocolate color on her back and half of her face, from her muzzle, and down her neck, chest and on the inside of her legs were a wonderful cream color. She seemed to glow, or was it just because of the glare of the sun off the small pond in the center of the park. He smiled. "I'm sorry," she said, still picking up her books, "I should have been watching where I was going," she had backed her ears, almost worried he was going to explode. He smiled yet again, "No, it is me who should have been watching," he said. They both stood up in unison, he had grabbed a book she had overlooked. She had looked at him and seen who it was she ran into. "Oh hey, Fletch!" she gave him a hug. You missed this one," he said, holding it up, she took it and thanked him. "May I walk you to class?" he asked. "That's ok with me," she smiled again, and walked beside him. "You know I really don't like it when our teacher schedules a lecture, he has a very monotone voice that will get on anybody's nerves." He laughed, "I know exactly what you mean." They were both relieved to find that the class was canceled and there would not be a lecture. There was a sign on the classroom door saying so. "Heh, now what?" Fletch asked, then he heard a small growl to his right. He turned around quickly, it turned out that it was AJ's stomach. Apparently she had missed lunch and was practically starving, because she groaned. "Hungry?" Fletch asked with a smirk. "Starving," she said. "Want to come over to my place, I can cook you some lunch, the cafeteria is closed today for some reason," he asked She smiled and nodded. Fletch lived off campus in the nearest apartment complex. They talked in light conversation as they walked there. She was looking over his form, which wouldn't be the first time she did so, he had almost the same markings as her, except where she was chocolate brown, and he was a reddish orange color. They reached the front door of the building. Fletch fumbled in his pocket for the key, "Damn it," he said, "I forgot my key." He buzzed his neighbor. "Yes?" Benji answered. "I left my key, let me in would ya?" he asked. "Oh little Fletchy forgot his key, what ever shall we do?" Benji joked. There was a small smack. "OW!" Benji called out. "Be nice Benji!" said another voice through the mic, "come on up Fletch," the voice said. It was Less, Benji's boyfriend. The buzzer sounded and Fletch held the door for AJ. "Why do you have to hit my ass so hard?" Benji asked. "Because I can," Less snickered, "and you are still holding the button." AJ and Fletch both laughed. "What? I'm not...AAH!" he quickly shut it off. They were still laughing as they hit the elevator and boarded. They did their best to calm themselves as the elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors opened and they stepped out into the hallway. They came to Fletch's door, looked over the one next door, and snorted with laughter again and Fletch quickly opened the door and they hurried in. Breathless, they flopped onto the couch to catch their breath. After they had done so, he said, "Right, lunch," and he got up and began to make it. Rare hamburgers were today's menu. He asked her if that was alright, she was already drooling uncontrollably at the thought of it. She quickly licked her chops, hoping he didn't see but he did. He smiled, "don't worry it's gonna be good." He put on some cooking gloves so he didn't get stray fur in it while he was handling the food. He got some beef out he had been thawing, seasoned it, molded it, you know, everything that has to do with cooking a homemade hamburger. Within 15-20 minutes they both had a juicy, melt in your mouth, tastiest burgers you would ever sink your teeth into. He poured them both a glass of Pepsi. They ate in silence because their mouths were full with food instead of words. AJ looked like she was in heaven, as if she hadn't had anything this good in ages. Fast food will do that to ya. "You looked like u enjoyed that," he smirked. "Oh yes, very much so, it was wonderful!" she was beaming. "Hmm.... I'll be right back." He left to the kitchen, and came back with 2 bowls of Cherry ice cream. "Here you go," he said with a smile. "Thanks," she said, taking it. She was about to start eating when a loud BOOM echoed through the apartment and she nearly dropped it. They both turned to look out the window to see it had clouded up really quickly and was pouring, and it looked like it wasn't about to stop anytime soon. She looked at him, "um, um..." she stammered. He politely held up a paw to silence her. "You can stay here tonight if it doesn't stop." She was a little taken aback by his offer. Seeing how she had never been over at his apartment before, let alone been offered a bed for the night. She accepted because of the fact she didn't want to walk a mile and a half in the rain and be waterlogged by the time she got to her dorm. He noticed her hesitation. "Don't worry, you don't have anything to worry about," he assured her. She smiled at this. "Thanks, Fletch," she said. The rest of the day passed without much more than casual talk and online games between Fletch's computers, seeing how he had two, one for games, and one for school. The rain had not faltered any, if anything it had gotten worse. Finally AJ was getting tired, she was yawning widely, as well as Fletch was. He offered her his bed, and he would take the couch. "Oh...I couldn't take your bed," she said, "it's your bed, you should use it." He shook his head with a smile, "no, I insist." She hugged him tightly. "Fletch, why are you so nice to me?" She asked in a way that sounded as if she needed an answer. "Because... because I...I like you AJ, I really like you," he said, hesitantly. She pulled back far enough so she could look at him. She paused for a second. "Why haven't you said anything?" she asked. He looked downward a bit, "because I was afraid... afraid you wouldn't even talk to me anymore..." he said. She lifted his muzzle up with her paw. "Why would you think that?" she asked, looking into his eyes. "I...I don't know. I guess it is because I didn't want to lose you, you are the only girl to show me any kind of kindness..." He looked down again. She again lifted his muzzle with her paw, and leaned in slowly and kissed him softly on the lips. It took him a few minutes to realize exactly what she had done. He then pushed back into her kiss, returning it. She pulled away, giving him a very warm smile, and then almost instantly they were locked in another kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, letting it play with his, and he pushed back on it with his own. They slowly moved to the couch and sank into it. If it weren't for the fact of them being tired, they would have continued. Instead she lowered her head and placed it on his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep. He wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on top of hers and sat there on the end of the couch, thinking, "Wow, the one I've loved for the longest time...she is in my arms...ill never let her go, ill never do anything to hurt her, ever." He looked down at her, thinking she looked so peaceful laying there. He laid his head back on top hers and slowly drifted off to sleep. Sorry guys i accidently clicked remove so this is a repost. Fletch is © me, Fletchbaltoboy559 AJ is © Ayame-AJ Benji is © Benjiwolf Less is © Narffet

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Title: Des Zauberers Stab - 27 / Hexenwerk by Were-Gato Tags: Anal, Bear, Cow, Cum, Cum Digestion, German Language, M/F, Magic, Milk, Milking, Orgasm Denial, Prostate Und wieder gehen Edwyns Abenteuer weiter. Hoffentlich hält sich das, denn ich sehe in den nächsten Wochen Verwerfungen im Real-Life auf mich zukommen. Sollte ich also mal eine Woche auslassen müssen, seit versichert es geschieht nach Ausschöpfung aller anderen Möglichkeiten. Aber jetzt erstmal viel Spaß mit dem neuesten Teilstück. Wie immer ist auch dieses ab 18 Jahren gedacht, und Kommentare werden stets begrüßt :-) Des Zauberers Stab - 27 (eine pöse Furry-Fantasy) 27) Hexenwerk Den Geruch nahm er als Erstes wahr. Eine beißende Mixtur aus Kräuterdämpfen, Salzen und trockener Erde, getragen von Dünsten öliger Schmierigkeit. Edwyn atmete flach. Es fühlte sich an, als würde er aus einem abgrundtiefen Keller aufsteigen. Ohne ein Licht zu sehen. Finsternis umgab ihn wie eine warme schwere Decke. Ein leises Sirren klang aus der Ferne heran, mehr gab es nicht an Geräuschen. Der junge Bär brauchte einige Zeit um sich wieder im eigenen Körper zurecht zu finden. Als er versuchte den Kopf zu bewegen floss donnernder Schmerz quer durch seinen Leib. Er stöhnte kraftlos. Langsam, viel zu langsam, verebbten die Wellen der Pein solange er nur still hielt. Merkwürdige Wärme erfüllte seinen Bauch, während Arme und Beine vor Kälte kribbelten. Holz, es konnte Holz spüren dass gegen das Fell auf seinem Rücken drückte. Gerade, glatte Bretter. Zumindest lag er nicht auf der feuchten Erde. Seine Gedanken bewegten sich wie Wachs das durch ein Sieb gedrückt wurde. Jedes Muskelzucken brachte neuen Schmerz. Sich bewegen tat weh, denken tat weh. Er versuchte es mit erinnern, und fand nur noch mehr Schmerz. Doch dieser war anders. Dieser traf ihn nicht, dieser strahlte von ihm aus. Die Banditen! Ein heißer Schauer jagte durch seinen Körper. Was hatten sie mit ihm gemacht? Was hatte er mit ihnen gemacht? Mühsam wie die Arbeit eines ganzen Tages stemmte Edwyn ein Augenlid in die Höhe. Dumpfes Zwielicht stach ihm wie ein Dolch bis tief ins Gehirn. Tränen rannen in seinen Pelz. Ihm schwindelte. Nach einer Weile; hundert Augenblicke oder zwei Jahre, Edwyn war sich nicht sicher, versuchte er sich umzusehen. Er entdeckte Stroh hoch über sich, ein Dachgeflecht. An Jahren schwer hingen sie an verzogenen hölzernen Rippen. Zwischen den Balken hingen Schnüre gespannt, schwer beladen mit Krautbüscheln, Sehnen und schrumpligen Apfelscheiben. Er ließ den Kopf zur Seite rutschen, öffnete gleichzeitig das andere Auge und ertrug wimmernd den Schmerz. Danach bemühte er sich einzureden, dass es leichter war als zuvor. Je weiter seine Wahrnehmung zurückkehrte, desto mehr Dinge entdeckte er in seiner Nähe. Tische vor allem. Die Wand aus Reisig und Lehm war ringsum von Tischen gesäumt. Auf ihnen standen Flaschen und Töpfe ohne Zahl. Staubverkrustete Glasphiloen, ausgehöhlte Kürbisse und irdene Krüge drängten sich neben Blechkübeln, Kupferkesselchen und Schalen aus Stein. Angesicht einer solchen Unordnung hätte Männelig die Hände über dem Kopf zusammengeschlagen. Männelig... Der Gedanke trieb Edwyn die Scham in die Brust. Was würde sein Meister, sein Liebster nur sagen wenn er erfuhr, was er getan hatte? Wie sollte er ihm noch in die Augen sehen können? Gegen diese übermächtige Furcht verblasste die Tatsache dass er nicht wusste wo er sch befand fast vollständig. Es fühlte sich wie Ewigkeiten an, in denen sein Verstand nur um diese eine Frage kreiste wie eine Motte um die Flamme. Bis ein fernes Knacken ertönte und seiner Aufmerksamkeit einen anderen Fokus anbot. Gewaltsam drängte Edwyn Scham und Schuld zurück, würgte sie hinab bis sein Bauch schmerzte doch sein Kopf wieder frei war. Seine Ohren zuckten, sogar das tat weh. Etwas hartes, Sprödes kratzte über Stein. Deutlich, aber leise. Womöglich von einer nahen Wand gedämpft. Edwyn biss die Zähne zusammen und zwang seinen Körper sich zu erheben. Seine Knochen schienen zerspringen zu wollen, trockenes Knacken krachte in seinem Rücken. Auf halbem Weg hielt er inne, die Augen zusammengepresst, und schnaubte durch die Nase. Der Geruch, wie Vorratskammer und Pillendreherwerkstatt, stieg ihm tief in die Schnauze. Er rutschte nach vorn, plötzlich baumelten seine Beine in der Luft. Einen Herzschlag lang ließ Schrecken ihn den Schmerz vergessen. Dann erkannte er, dass er auf einem Tisch saß. Langsam klärte sich sein Geist. Der Schlag, es fiel ihm wieder ein. Ein Schlag hatte ihn getroffen, nachdem er die Banditen auf ihrer Lichtung zurückgelassen hatte. Er betastete seinen Kopf und fand die prachtvoll geschwollene Beule unter seinem Haar. Danach... danach war er hier erwacht. Edwyns Pfoten berührten zaghaft den Boden. Etwas klapperte. Er erstarrte. Als dem Geräusch kein weiteres folgte wagte er es nach unten zu blicken. Auf dem gestampften Lehmboden lag eine umgekippte Holzschale. Eine gelbliche Pfütze breitete sich ringsherum aus. Erst jetzt bemerkte Edwyn, dass die Innenseite seiner Schenkel feucht war. Er tastete zwischen seine Beine und fand eine zähe Flüssigkeit, die sich langsam in sein Fell fraß. Behutsam hob er die klebrigen Finger an die Schnauze, es roch nach Birkenharz, Kräutern, Honig und Blut. Er musste das Zeug im Halbschlaf umgestoßen haben. Angewidert drehte er sich fort und hätte dabei fast einen der nahen Tische angestoßen. Verschreckt hielt er inne. Nichts rührte sich. Allmählich ließ der Schmerz nach, und seine Glieder gehorchten ihm mit zusehends weniger Widerstand. Er wagte einen Schritt, dann einen zweiten. Schließlich drückte er seinen knackenden Rücken durch und richtete sich vollständig auf. Es war als werfe er ein Korsett aus Schusternägeln ab. Die Erleichterung strömte förmlich in seinen Körper. Endlich nahm er sich die Zeit den Raum zu betrachten. All die Tische waren gut gefüllt, die Fenster mit... Dingen zugestellt. Sogar der Boden stand voller Fässchen, Gläser und Körben. Was daran sein mochte, Edwyn erkannte es nicht. Irgendwelche Pflanzen wohl, aber darüber hinaus versagte seine Weisheit. Es gab nur eine einzige Tür, wobei das auch schon zuviel der Ehre war. Der Raum hatte ein großes Loch, vor dem eine breite Flickendecke hing. Vorsichtig trat Edwyn näher, bog den Stoff nur ein wenig beiseite und linste durch den Spalt. Das Zimmer dahinter deutlich größer und heller; der Boden gepflastert und mit frischen Binsen ausgelegt. Truhen standen an den Wänden, ein Bettkasten mit dickem Federbett in der hinteren Ecke. Daneben erhob sich ein gemauerter Kamin, dessen weiße Tünche über die Jahre pechschwarz geworden war. Flammen sprangen lustig darin umher. Eine Tür die nach draußen führte stand sperrangelweit offen, ebenso die drei Fenster. Frischer Frühlingswind wehte herein. Auf der Sonnenseite stand noch ein Tisch und einige Stühle, von denen nur einer benutzt aussah. Gerade überlegte Edwyn noch ob er sich wohl weiter vorwagen sollte, da ertönte von draußen ein Lied. Der Gesang war schwer auszumachen, ging er doch nahtlos von Worten zum Summen und wieder zurück. Jemand trat herein. Edwyn spürte wie seine Augen sich weiteten. Er mochte Frauen vielleicht nicht auf JENE Weise, doch das bedeutete nicht dass er ihre Schönheit verleugnete. Die Kuh die in die Hütte schritt war zweifelsohne schön, auf eine mächtige, amazonische Art. Sie war groß, sicher größer als Edwyn, und mit einem entsprechend breiten Kreuz gesegnet. Ihre Schenkel schienen dazu gemacht zu sein Bäume aus der Erde zu treten, und ihre Arme um diese dann übers Knie zu brechen. Sie trug einen breiten Goldring um den Hals, an dem die Fäden ihres Kleides zerrten wie Segel an einem Schiffsmast. Der grünliche Stoff spannte sich mühsam über die gewaltigsten Brüste die Edwyn jemals zu Gesicht bekommen hatte. Die Kraft der Frau war keine Illusion, sie musste stark sein allein um sich in der früh aus dem Bett zu stemmen. Summend schritt sie durch den Raum, ihre gespaltenen Hufe schoben die Binsen umher, dabei zupfte sie an einem grünlichen Büschel herum. Sie schob einen kupfernen Kessel auf den Herd, streute einen guten Teil der Pflanzen hinein und stieß den Schürhaken in die Glut. Dabei beugte sie sich so weit über, dass Edwyn trocken schlucken musste. Ihr muskulöses herzförmiges Hinterteil zeigte genau in seine Richtung, und das Kleid saß eng genug an um überhaupt nichts zu verbergen. Darüber tanzte ihr Schwanz fröhlich umher, ganz so als wiegte er sich im Takt ihres Summens. Edwyn wollte sich gerade räuspern um nicht unanständig zu erscheinen, da sagte die Kuh: "Komm schon hinter dem Vorhang vor, ich weiß dass du da bist!" Sie hatte eine tiefe, melodische Stimme; die den jungen Bären seltsam an seinen Liebsten erinnerte. Vielleicht lag es aber auch nur daran, dass die Frau auch ein Rind war. Zaghaft schob er den Fleckenstoff beiseite und trat ins Licht des Tages. Die Kuh drehte sich zu ihm um und lehnte sich gegen den Ofen. Sie warf ihr blondes Haar in den Nacken, aus dem sich zwei zart geschwungene Hörner erhoben, und sah Edwyn mit einem verschmitzen Lächeln an. "Na, endlich aufgewacht?", fragte sie. Edwyn rieb sich verlegen die Oberarme und nickte. "Wurde auch Zeit", meinte die Kuh grinsend "Ich bin Ina" "Edwyn", brachte der junge Bär heraus. "Na dann Edwyn, willkommen in meinem Haus. Jetzt geh dich waschen, sonst gibt's kein Frühstück für dich. Deine Robe liegt schon am Brunnen." Sie deutete auf die Tür. Erst jetzt wurde Edwyn sich seiner Nacktheit bewusst. Hastig hielt er die Hände vor seinen Schritt. "Nichts da wofür du dich schämen musst", meinte Ina fröhlich, drehte sich zurück zum Herd und begann in dem Kessel zu rühren. Edwyn stürmte hinaus. Den Brunnen fand er ohne Schwierigkeiten, seine Robe hing auf dem Rand, deutlich sauberer als zuvor. Er wusch und kämmte sich den Dreck aus dem Pelz, deutlich mehr als er befürchtet hatte. Was musste er für einen Eindruck gemacht haben. Anständig von der Robe bedeckt, wenngleich ohne Hose, klopfte er an den Türrahmen. "Oh, höfliches Bürschchen!", lobte Ina. "Komm rein, setz dich." Edwyn nahm Platz an dem Tisch, auf dem dunkles Brot voller Körner und eine Schale weißer Butter warteten. Ina schnitt zwei dicke Scheiben von dem großen Laib ab, tauchte eine davon in die Butter und begann zu essen. Der junge Bär tat es ihr gleich, der erste Bissen machte ihm bewusst wie hungrig er eigentlich war. Er as drei Scheiben Brot und eine Halbe. Die Butter war frisch und sauer. "Durst?", fragte Ina schließlich. Edwyn nickte, den Mund noch halb voll. Die große Kuh nahm einen Steinbecher von einem der zahllosen Regale, pustete den Staub heraus und stellte ihn auf den Tisch. Dann schob sie ihr Kleid beiseite und nahm eine ihrer pompösen Brüste in beide Hände. Edwyn vergas zu schlucken. Mit kräftigen, geübten Fingerschlägen begann Ina ihr rosiges Fleisch zu bearbeiten. Den großen Nippel richtete sie dabei zielgenau auf den Becher. Es dauerte nicht lange, da spritzten die ersten Tropfen auf den Stein, und als sie erst in Fahrt kam war der Becher im Nu voll. "Habe ich dich verschreckt?", fragte sie als sie den Becher über die Tischplatte schob. Edwyn wollte den Kopf schütteln, doch sein Blick blieb an der Milch haften. "Nun lang schon zu", ermunterte die Kuh ihn "Warm ist sie am Besten" Mit zitternden Fingern ergriff Edwyn den Becher, setzte ihn an die Lippen und leerte ihn in einem Zug. Es schmeckte köstlich, viel süßer als bei Dan. "Ich weiß, das gehört sich nicht", sagte Ina während sie ihre Brust wieder notdürftig unter ihrem Kleid verbarg. "Aber wofür glaubst du, lebt man sonst allein im Wald, wenn man auch da noch immer anständig sein müsste?" Dem wusste Edwyn wenig entgegen zu setzen. "So was ähnliches wird ja wohl deinen Meister auch geritten haben, nicht wahr?", fragte Ina. Der Bär sah verblüfft zu ihr hoch. Erst jetzt brachte er es langsam fertig ihr offen ins Gesicht zu sehen. Es musste mit der Nacktheit zu tun haben. Aber dabei fiel ihm auf, dass die Kuh älter sein musste als sie sich gab. Ihr Körper mochte es verbergen, aber ihre Augen konnten es nicht leugnen. In ihrem braungrünen Glanz lag eine seltsame Härte wie sie sich über Jahre ansammeln musste, und dahinter tiefe dunkle Traurigkeit. "Mein Meister?", wiederholte Edwyn unschlüssig. "Männelig, der Zauberkünstler" Eine Kälte schien den Namen zu begleiten. "Wer sonst würde einen hübschen Burschen in so einen Fetzen stecken?" "Die Robe ist praktisch", entgegnete Edwyn zaghaft. Etwas an diesem Weib schüchterte ihn ein, mehr noch als ihr Geschlecht und ihre schiere Größe. Ina zog die Lippen zurück. "Darauf wette ich!" "Kennen Sie Männelig?", fragte Edwyn. "Kann man sagen, obwohl wir uns erst einmal begegnet sind. Aber das wird sich bald ändern." "Wollen sie ihn besuchen?" "Vielleicht, kommt ganz darauf an." "Worauf?" "Das geht dich noch gar nichts an!" Ina lehnte sich auf ihrem Stuhl zurück. "Du solltest dir jetzt erstmal Gedanken machen, wie du mich bezahlen willst." "Bezahlen?" Edwyn verschluckte sich. "Sicher, was glaubst du denn? Ich ziehe deinen flauschigen Arsch aus dem Dreck nachdem du gegen einen Ast gelaufen bist, lass dich unter meinem Dach schlafen, bewirte dich; und das alles aus reiner Herzensgüte? Nein, mein Freundchen, nicht mit mir!" "Oh", machte Edwyn abermals. "Und wie viel... was würden Sie verlangen?" Ina lehnte sich zurück und verschränkte sie Arme hinter ihrem Kopf. Diese Haltung ließ ihre vollen Brüste nur noch gewaltiger erscheinen. "Naja, ich wohne in einer Hütte allein im Wald. Da kommt ein junger Mann des Wegs." Der Bär spürte wie ihr Huf sich zwischen seine Beine schob. "Was glaubst du wohl?" "Ich... ich dachte sie wollen Geld." "Hast du denn Geld?" "Nein, aber..." "Dann wäre das auch ziemlich sinnlos, oder?" Edwyn starrte auf die Tischplatte, krampfhaft suchte er nach den richtigen Worten. "Ich... aber... ich bin doch Zauberlehrling" "Mir egal", meinte Ina schmunzelnd. Sie schien zu genießen wie der Bär sich wand. "Steh auf!" Gehorsam erhob der junge Bär sich von dem Stuhl und trat vor die bösartig lächelnde Gastgeberin. Diese hatte indessen die Vorderseite ihres Kleides mit einer Hand zusammengedrückt. Wie schwere, pralle Mehlsäcke platzten ihre Euter zu den Seiten heraus. Weiße Tröpfchen tanzten auf den bebenden Nippeln. "Aber ich... ähem... ich kann nicht...", stammelte Edwyn. Ina lüpfte seine Robe und griff darunter. "Och", machte sie als das schlaffe Fleisch zwischen ihre Finger glitt "Überhaupt nicht? Sonst habt ihr Jungs doch wenigstens ein bisschen was für Titten übrig." "Tut... tut mir leid", brachte Edwyn heraus. "Na gut, es gibt mehr als einen Weg." Ina erhob sich majestätisch von ihrem Stuhl. "Umdrehen! Hände auf den Tisch!" Edwyn blinzelte. "Wie?" "Wird's bald?" Die Stimme der Kuh besaß einen Klang, der keinen Widerstand duldete. Der Bär drehte sich um und stützte sich mit beiden Händen auf die Tischfläche. Er spürte wie seine Robe hochgekrempelt wurde. Etwas klapperte hölzern unter ihm. Dann packten starke Finger seine Hinterbacken. Edwyn fiepte. "Mhmm", klang es bewundernd hinter ihm "Was für ein Prachtarsch. Kein Wunder, dass der Zauberer da schwach wurde. Sehen wir mal, was er so kann." Edwyn quiekte als ein speichelnasser Finger seine Pforte berührte. Er versuchte sich zu verkrampfen, doch da steckte der Eindringling schon in ihm. "Da ist jemand nicht mehr jungfräulich", säuselte Ina ausgesprochen boshaft und begann neugierig Edwyns Innerstes zu erkunden. Der Bär wollte einfach nur stillhalten und es über sich ergehen lassen, doch dazu wurden die Berührungen viel zu schnell viel zu schön. Schon spürte er verräterisches Kribbeln in seinen Eiern. Ein zweiter Finger drang ohne große Mühe in ihn ein, und den dritten hieß er mit brünstigem Stöhnen willkommen. Es war eine unheimliche Erfahrung. Die Finger der Kuh berührten ihn auf eine Weise, wie es nur einer jemals geschafft hatte. "Meister!", keuchte er halb verschluckt "Männelig, Meister" "Ja!", wisperte ihm seine Marterin zu "Denk nur an deinen Schatz, dann geht es gleich schneller" Ihre Finger lösten etwas aus, ein seltsames Gefühl wie ein Druck tief in seinem Innern von der Nase bis zum Steiß. Tropfen fielen, er leise, dann schneller, dann ein plätschernder Strahl. Edwyn wusste nicht wie ihm geschah. Er fiel auf die Ellbogen, seine Robe rutschte beiseite, und er wie zwischen seinen Beinen weißer Saft aus seinem schlaffen Riemen in eine hölzerne Schale floss. Es war reichlich, mehr als wenn er sonst Hand anlegte, doch empfand er kaum etwas. Ein wenig Druck, ein leichtes Kitzeln, nicht mehr. Kein Vergleich mit seiner eigenen Hand und Welten entfernt von der Berührung seines schwarzen Stiers, und dennoch lief der Saft aus ihm. Wie war das möglich? "Sehr brav!", lobte Ina. Schmatzend verließen die Finger der Kuh seinen Darm. Edwyn stöhnte wehleidig. So sollte es nicht funktionieren, er fühlte sich betrogen. Eine seiner Hände rutschte nach hinten unter seine Robe. "Ahahah!", mahnte die Kuh und versetzte den vorwitzigen Fingern einen Klaps. "So haben wir nicht gewettet. In meinem Haus kommt ein Mann nur an sein Vergnügen, wenn ich es erlaube!" "Dürfte ich dann jetzt bitte gehen?" "Alles zu seiner Zeit. Setz dich einfach wieder hin. Und wehe du spielst an dir rum!" Ächzend glitt Edwyn auf den Stuhl zurück. Sein Körper kribbelte bis in die Haarspitzen, und nicht auf die schöne Art. Ihm war, als hätte man ihm am Abend vor seinem Geburtstag den Kuchen weggegessen. Ina nahm indessen die Schale vom Tisch und betrachtete den Inhalt gründlich. Sie ließ den weißen Bärensaft hin und her gleiten, beobachtete wie er sich verhielt, schnupperte gründlich, zog mit der Fingerspitze Linien hinein. Dazwischen sagte sie leise Worte wie "Wunderbar" oder "Vorzüglich!" Schlussendlich nahm sie die Schale andächtig in beide Hände, setzte sie an die Lippen und trank sie in einem Zug leer. Edwyn beobachtete wie ihr Hals sich beim Schlucken hob. Danach leckte sie die Schale aus. "Du glaubst nicht, wie mir das gefehlt hat!", seufzte sie schließlich. "Doch, glaube ich", brummte Edwyn in sich hinein "Kann ich jetzt gehen?" "Oh, beileibe nicht", entgegnete Ina zuckersüß "Wir haben doch gerade erst angefangen." Aber diesmal hatte der Bär genug. "Dann will ich sehen, wie sie mich aufhalten!", sagte er und wandte sich zur Tür. Diese sprang krachend in ihren Rahmen. "Hast du es noch nicht begriffen?", fragte die Kuh lächelnd. Wie eine Königin erhob sie sich von ihrem Stuhl. "Aber wie auch, wenn Männelig seine Lehrlinge lieber fickt als sie zu unterrichten." Edwyn postierte sich mit dem Rücken zur Wand. "Sie sind eine Hexe?" "Kann man sagen", meinte Ida gelassen. "Ich betrachte mich noch lieber als Erbin einer Hexe, aber im Gegensatz zu dir steht mir die Meisterschaft noch offen." "Was wollen sie?" "Deinem Herrn und Stecher eine Nachricht schicken. Geschrieben mit den Knochen seines Lieblings." Ina trat einen Schritt zur Seite. Edwyn glich die Bewegung aus. Sie begannen sich zu umkreisen. "Ich hatte gehofft, dich noch etwas piesaken zu können", gurrte die Hexe "Aber wenn du es gleich beenden willst soll es mir recht sein." Edwyns Gedanken rasten. Was war geschehen? Warum hatte die Welt es plötzlich auf ihn abgesehen? Doch schnell verbannte er all dies aus seinem Kopf. Die Hexe umkreiste ihn, kam immer näher. Für Fragen blieb später noch Zeit, hoffentlich. "Warum?", stieß er hervor "Was hat Männelig dir getan?" "Männelig!" Die Hexe stieß den Namen wie übelsten Gestank aus ihrer Nase. "Hat er nicht damit angegeben? Seine große Eroberung, bevor er sich euch Knaben gegriffen hat. Sein We[IB: "](http://www.inkbunny.net/) Sie stürzte sich auf Edwyn, vor Kraft berstende Schenkel schleuderten sie nach vorne. Der Bär wich zurück, wollte ausweichen, doch sie bekam seine Pfote zu fassen. Er strauchelte, fiel. Im letzten Moment gelang es ihm seinen Kopf der Pflaster abzufangen. "So lag er auf mir!", knurrte Ina, zog Edwyns Beine an sich und packte seine Hüften. Ihre Finger gruben sich tief in sein Fleisch, rissen Büschel aus seinem Fell. "Hat mich genommen. Wieder. Und wieder. Und WIEDER!" Ihr brutaler Griff zwang Edwyns Schenkel auseinander, seine Beine nagelte sie mit ihren Knien fest. Sie umfasste die Oberarmes des Bären wie Strohbündel und hielt ihn gefangen. Edwyns Kraft verblasste gegen ihr. Sie beugte sich über ihn, fletschte die breiten Zähne vor seinem Gesicht. "Ich konnte mich auch nicht wehren. Und mich niemals an ihm rächen. Aber dich, Schätzchen, dich liebt er. Und darum wird es ihn auch brechen. Ich habe vielleicht nicht die nötige Ausstattung um gleich zur Sache zu kommen, aber dafür muss man sich nur etwas einfallen lassen." Die Kuh kam näher bis Edwyn ihren heißen Atem auf seinem Gesicht spürte. Finsternis hatte die Traurigkeit aus ihren Augen gewaschen, und alles was blieb war Zorn. "Du verstehst das doch, oder Kleiner? Ich hab gesehen, was du mit den Banditen gemacht hast. Das hier ist nichts anderes. Sie hatten es verdient, Männelig hat es verdient. Wenn er erst sieht, wie ich dich aufgerissen und nach außen gewendet habe, ohne dich sterben zu lassen; dann wird er wissen was Schmerzen sind!" "Nein!" Edwyn strampelte, kämpfte gegen die eisenharten Muskeln an. Schnappte nach oben und erwischte nur Luft. "Wie niedlich", kicherte die Hexe. Ihr Griff war unerbittlich und dabei vollkommen mühelos. Edwyn ließ sich fallen. Das war Zauberei, er spürte es. Dagegen konnte er nicht kämpfen. Er schloss die Augen. "Ja, besser du siehst nicht hin", säuselte die Stimme von oben. Sie klang leiser, verschwand in der Ferne. Edwyn sank tiefer, verschwand in einer Welt die nur ihm gehörte. Seine Arme wurden durchsichtig. Dann griff er nach oben. Die Zeit stand still, aber diesen Eindruck hatte man immer. Edwyn stand auf, obwohl er wusste dass der Boden nur Einbildung war. Er betrachtete das Abbild der Hexe, die auf seinem Körper kniete. Ihr Geist von roter Wut entflammt, so heiß dass er an manchen Stellen weiß glühte. Es war nicht ungefährlich sich so direkt in einer Verstandeswelt zu bewegen, aber in diesem Moment der Alternative vorzuziehen. Hier konnte er verschnaufen, doch wenn er zurückging war sein Körper noch genauso verängstigt und außer Atem wie zuvor. Das Abbild der Hexe flirrte. Der Zorn vernebelte ihren Verstand und damit auch diese Welt. Hier gab es keine Ablenkung, hier begriff er sofort. Die Hexe, Ina. Es fiel ihm schwer sie noch mit diesem Namen zu betiteln. Sie war die Krämerin, über die Männelig unter Weisung seines Meisters herfallen musste. Edwyn streckte die Hand aus. Die Flammen griffen nach seinem Arm, sein Fell verschmorte. Er ignorierte es. Nichts von dem hier war real, außer dem Schmerz. Der Geist der Hexe fühlte sich hart an, gestählt von Jahren des Leids und der Rachegedanken. Unnachgiebig wie Gusseisen. Das war nicht richtig. Kein Verstand sollte so beschaffen sein. Er griff tiefer, die Flammen leckten an seiner Schulter. Der Schmerz griff nach seiner Brust. Ich komme näher, sagte er sich selbst. Seine geisterhaften Finger berührten Erinnerungen. Die kalte Schande der Flucht, befleckt vom schändlichen Samen. Die würgende Gewissheit, als der Hunger kam. Das eisige Grausen als die alte Hexe das Ungeborene nahm und für sich behielt, und dafür auch noch Dienst forderte. Und nirgendwo ein Ausweg, nur in Tod oder Rache. Die Flammen nagten an seinem Kopf. Edwyn blieb keine Wahl. Er griff in die Tiefen seiner eigenen Seele, und zerrte Erinnerungen hervor die er geheim zu halten geschworen hatte. Die Nacht der Schande, gesehen durch Männeligs Augen. Die Befehle, die Marter, der vergiftete Schnaps. Edwyn formte sie wie einen scharfen Hebel und schlug diesen in den Rücken der Hexe. Alte Wunden rissen auf, Leid und immer wieder Leid brach wie schwarzes l daraus hervor. Es erfasste alles, Edwyn drohte davon mitgerissen zu werden. Hastig griff er in seine oberste Erinnerung, die frischestes von allen, und zerrte die vergangene Nacht hervor. Aus dem Moment der Erkenntnis als das Tageslicht auf die Banditen fiel formte er Fäden und verschloss die blutenden Wunden so gut er konnte. Das Feuer war erstickt, alte Wunden standen weit offen, doch diesmal hatten sie die Chance zu heilen. Als Edwyn die Augen wieder öffnete blickte er direkt in Inas entsetztes Gesicht. Sie hielt so vollkommen still, dass er schon fürchtete der Schlag habe sie getroffen, als ihre zitternden Lippen sich schließlich öffneten und sie flüsterte: "Was hast du getan?" Edwyn spürte noch den Schmerz des Brandes und des kalten Leidens. Sein Körper rechnete ihn dem eisernen Griff zu, doch er wusste es besser. "Es tut mir so leid!", hauchte er der Kuh entgegen. Sie war nicht länger die wahnsinnige Hexe, das sah er ihren Augen an. Ina schnappte nach Luft. Es klang als ertrinke sie. Dann fielen die ersten Tränen auf Edwyns Brust. "Was hast du getan?", wiederholte sie panisch. "Nicht noch einmal. Nein!" Sie ließ von dem Bären ab, strauchelte, kroch auf allen Vieren über den Boden. Fort, nur fort von ihm. "Es ist wie ein Geschwür aufschneiden", versuchte Edwyn zu erklären. "Das Üble muss herausgelassen werden, damit..." "Nein!", heulte Ina beißend auf. Sie erreichte eine Wand, kauerte sich in die Ecke zum Bett. "Du bist schlimmer als Männelig! Schlimmer als alle anderen! Verschwinde! Geh!" Edwyn kämpfte sich auf die Knie. Noch wollten seine Beine ihn nicht recht tragen. "Ich kann dir helfen, aber jetzt musst du mich lassen. Vielleicht lässt es sich schneller heilen, wenn wir nur..." "Geh!" Ina holte Edwyns Tasche aus einer Truhe hervor und schleuderte sie auf den Bären. Edwyn fing sie auf, doch die Wucht warf ihn rückwärts durch die Tür. Keuchend fand er sich im Dreck des Hofes wieder. Hinter ihm schloss sie die Hütte. Während er sich noch aufrappelte dachte er daran zu bleiben, der Frau zu helfen soweit er konnte. Doch er kannte die Wahrheit. Helfen konnte er nicht, nur bei ihr sein. Und das wollte sie nicht. Edwyn schulterte seine Tasche, klopfte sich den übelsten Dreck vom Leib und machte sich daran eine Straße zu finden. In der Hütte die hinter ihm zurückblieb hatte Ina ihren Kopf zwischen den Armen vergraben, auf dass die Welt sie nicht mehr finde. Sie bereute nicht was sie dem Bären, Männeligs Liebling angetan hatte. Doch nun fragte sie sich, ob es richtig gewesen war.

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Title: Disclosure from the aliens’ point-of-view - Choose-your-own-adventure by MikeRozak Tags: Alien, Cat, Choose Your Own Adventure, Grey, margay This choice-fiction will work better as a .pdf, available from [http://www.disclosuree.com/RozakDisclosureChoiceFiction.pdf](http://www.disclosuree.com/RozakDisclosureChoiceFiction.pdf). Disclosure from the aliens' point-of-view - Choice fiction by Mike Rozak Copyleft 2011 This is *"Choice fiction"*, like a *"Choose Your Own Adventure"* book. Start reading the short-story from the *"Begin here"* title. When you reach the end of the section, you will be able to decide what your character does. Click on one of the choices to progress further into the story. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Choose\_Your\_Own\_Adventure](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Choose_Your_Own_Adventure)) Begin here ========== You are an alien who is assigned to work on "disclosure" for Earth-Sol. Regrettably, you are not allowed to role-play a Grey in this choice-fiction story. The Greys are a bit radioactive at the moment, so the task of "disclosing" has been temporarily assigned to other alien races. What alien race do you wish to be? *(Remember the race you have selected. It will be important later-on in the story.)* * **Simian** - Homo Sapiens are evolved from Australopithecus. Your race is evolved from monkeys. To read science fiction involving Simian races, see David Brin's *Uplift Universe*. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australopithecus](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australopithecus), [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David\_Brin](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Brin), [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uplift\_Universe](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uplift_Universe)) * **Two-legged sleek cat** - Your ancestors came from "sleek" cats, such as the margay. Science-fiction author *Larry Niven* wrote science-fiction involving cat-evolved people, called Kzin. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margay](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margay), [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smilodon](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smilodon), [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larry\_niven](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larry_niven), [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kzin](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kzin)) * **Canine-evolved** - Your race was evolved from canines, including wolves, coyotes, dogs, and foxes. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canidae](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canidae)) * **Elk-evolved** - Now walking on two legs, your ancestors were elk, deer, or caribou. You begin your "Disclosure" adventure in a drop-ship, on approach to Earth-Sol. Because the Greys' Earth-disclosure-attempt failed when the U.S. government made them top-secret, this next attempt will land ten-thousand aliens in public locations all over the planet, all at once. \_ "Why are only mammal-evolved races landing?"\_you ask your disclosure-buddy, Sam. \_"With the Greys out of commission, the disclosure task was left up to the Saurians and the Arthropods. Both conveniently claim that after extensively studying Earth-Sol children's television, the "Aliens" movies, and H. P. Lovecraft, that their races would be too scary-looking,"\_explained Sam. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alien\_](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alien_)(film), [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HP\_Lovecraft](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HP_Lovecraft)) \_ "Yeah, a likely excuse."\_ You check your gear over. You have an alien-made GPS, a photocopied map from the 1950's, a pad of paper, and a text-only mobile-phone. The only weapon you will be carrying is a small Taser, in case anyone tries to abduct you. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taser](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taser)) \_ "So we've been chosen because the indigenous Hominids will see us as cute and fluffy?"\_ *"Basically.* *J**"* The spaceplane's pilot calls back to you, *"Ten minutes until you land!"* \_"Aren't you going with us?"\_you yell back. With only three of you on the spaceplane, you assumed that Chris, your pilot, would park the spaceplane in "invisible mode" and tag along. *"Hell no,"\_answers Chris. \_"After dropping you off, we have three other Hominid planets to disclose to today."* Pause. *"Why do I feel like a school-bus driver?"* You ignore Chris' quip. Sam jumps to Chris' defence, *"We're landing five-thousand teams all at once, just in-case the off-planet Hominids activate their defences, and decide to shoot us out of the skies. Chris has two chances be blown up, landing and taking off. We only have one!* *J**"* Chris yells back, *"Screw you."* *"That's wonderful,"\_you comment. \_"How many off-planet Hominids are already living secretly in their society?*" *"We have no idea. We think maybe forty million."* Bweep. Bweep. Bweep. *"We're almost there,"\_yells Chris. \_"This is an intentional last-minute decision just in-case the Hominid militaries are mind-reading us. Where do you want me to land?"* \_"Your choice bud,"\_Sam says, looking at you. Select one of the following choices: * *"I want to land in a major city. I've never seen one before."*(Choice A-1) * *"An out-of-the-way city would be safer."*(Choice A-2) Choice A-1 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , "Begin here".)\_ \_"Don't forget your lunches,"\_quips Chris, as Sam and you jump out of the spaceplane. You are deposited in Santa Monica, California, part of Los Angeles. The beach is only a few blocks away. The indigenous Hominid population, having never seen a spaceplane (which they call *"you eff oh's"*) or an alien, quickly surround you. One Hominid man carrying a satchel, pulls out a small black-box from his pocket. He holds it up in front of him, as if to use it to ward-off evil spirits, and then presses a button on it. You hear a recorded click played from the device. The man looks at the small box and smiles. He rapidly presses about forty small-keys, and steps to the back of the queue. \_"What the fuck is going on?"\_you side-whisper to Sam. *"I don't know. Just stay calm, and back up against the building... very slowly."* A woman pulls a camera out of her purse, and photographs the two of you. \_"Should we smile?"\_another side-whisper. Sam doesn't have time to respond. A different Hominid male hands his small black-box to the woman, and walks right up to you, where you both are standing against the wall. \_"Blah blah,"\_he says to the woman. Telepathy must be blocked. She nods, holds up his black-box, and you hear another click. Ignoring you, she walks up to the man and hands him his black box. He eagerly shows you the screen-side of his black box, which is displaying a digital photograph of Sam, you, and him. He says something, most-likely a thank-you, takes a quick close-up photo of your nose, and walks away. You spend the next two-hours posing for photographs in front of various buildings and street-signs. Choose one of the following: * Something happens.(Choice B-3) * Something else happens.(Choice B-4) Choice A-2 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , "Begin here".)\_ \_"Don't forget your lunches,"\_quips Chris, as Sam and you jump out of the spaceplane. It's night-time. No-one is on the streets. Small out-of-the-way cities are like that at night. Sam pulls out her map, and points to an intersection on it. The streetlamps provide just enough light to see the road-lines on the map. *"We're here,"\_she says. \_"I think."* You look at the map, not that the road-lines mean anything to you. *"We need to find the nearest television station, and get ourselves interviewed. Military-intelligence thinks this town's television station is over here."* The map indicates that the television station is two blocks away. \_"Let's go,"\_you say. Sam leads you down a suburban street, lined with houses. Senses heightened, you expect to be accosted by Hominids at any moment. After walking a couple of blocks, and crossing a few silent streets, Sam looks at her map, and then the white concrete-block house in front of you. *"No, I don't think this is the television station."* *"Should we knock?"* Lost on an alien planet already. \_"Fuck. It's time to cheat."\_Sam pulls out her GPS, turns it on, and follows it back to your drop-off point. *"This way. Follow me."* Two blocks in the opposite direction, you find yourself on a vacant night-time side-street, off of the town's *"Main Street"*. The GPS points to a non-descript building. *"This is where military-intelligence says the television-studio is."* All the lights are off inside the building. You try to open the door, not expecting anything.*"It's locked. What do we do now?"* *"I don't know,"\_counters Sam.*"We'll just wait here until someone shows up in the morning."\_ Choose one of the following: * Something happens.(Choice B-1) * Something else happens.(Choice B-2) Choice B-1 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice A-2.)\_ The sun doesn't rise for two hours. Only two cars drive past, neither Hominid driver seems to notice you. Just before dawn, the light turns-on inside the television station, and a Hominid man with keys opens-up the front door from within. He must have parked his automobile in the back. You wave at him. The man looks shocked. Then he looks you up-and-down. And then looks shocked again. Sam opens the door, and lets you in. The Hominid man backs-away as you enter. Recalling that Hominids smile at one-another, you try to smile. He looks shocked. That didn't work. \_"What now?"\_you ask Sam. *"He's a television reporter. He should eventually decide to take out his video-camera and start interviewing us soon."* *"Blah blah blah,"\_says the man. Your telepathic implants translate this to, \_"Who/what are you?"* \_"We are aliens,"\_you answer in your own language. Sam is tempted to raise both of her arms at right-angles, wiggle her fingers, and go *"Ooo!"* in a ghost-scary tone-of-voice. She doesn't. The Hominid man doesn't understand your response. He must have been expecting Greys. You pull-out your pad of paper, and draw a "Grey"-alien head. Then you point to yourself. *"Blah blah blah,"\_from the man translates to, \_"You bear no family resemblance."* \_"He seems a bit dense,"\_comments Sam. Sam non-dangerously walks past him, and looks into the building's rooms.*"We'll find the interview-room ourselves. He'll get the hint."* The man tags along, wondering what we're doing. The building only has three rooms, one-of-which is a toilet, the other an office, and the third is divided by a glass partition. Microphones are evident, but no video cameras. *"I get it,"\_realized Sam. \_"Military INTELLIGENCE sent us to a RADIO station."* Sam pulls out here text-message box, and types a message in. A reply comes back two minutes later. *"Only television station in [the] city,"\_reads Sam from the text-screen. \_"If [it is a] radio station, be creative."* *"How are we supposed to do a radio interview if we don't know their language?"* Sam is exasperated. *"I know. Turn on the television. Some of us should already be on the news."* The room has a small television. You fumble around the buttons and manage to turn it on. The man observes what you're doing. Some other buttons lets you flip through the channels. Despite what you expect, none of the news channels are covering the disclosure event. An idea comes to you. You hold your paper pad with the sketch of a Grey's head in front of the television. The Hominid man seems to "get it" and decides to interview you... which isn't what you mean at all. What you really want to know, is why no television stations are coving the disclosure event. The man pulls out a microphone and audio-memory box. He turns it on. *"Blah blah blah,"\_from him is translated to, \_"I am here with some strange aliens that look like [insert race-description here]. What are your names?"* You speak your name. Sam leans over and speaks her name into the microphone. *"Blah blah blah,"\_is translated into, \_"And where do you come from?"* Sam says the name of your planet, not hers. *"Blah blah blah blah,"\_is translated to, \_"What message do you have for the people of Earth? No. That sounds corny. Why did you land here? Washington D. C. is on the other side of the planet?"* In the unlikely event that he understands your speech, you explain that you thought it would be [personally] safer to land in a small city. The man doesn't understand a word you say. He asks three more trite questions before he realizes that he isn't ever going to understand the two of you. He shuts off his recorder, and sets down his microphone. The radio-reporter abruptly wanders out of the room, and returns with a camera. You don't comprehend how a digital image can be broadcast over radio, but maybe this planet has adjunct still-images mixed-in with the audio signal. The man gets a quick shot of the two of you sitting. Then he poses you in different locations throughout the building, as well as in different lighting conditions. Half-way through the photo-shoot, he remembers a camera feature. He spends a few minutes pressing buttons and swearing. From telepathic impressions, you deduce that he cannot figure out how to get the video-recording capability of his camera working. The man took charge of the situation when he began photographing you. He leads you into the office, where he sits down at his desk. The man turns on a hinged combination keyboard and computer terminal. He thoughtfully rotates the display in your direction, so you can watch as he works. You had expected to be plunked in front of a live radio-microphone for the interview. The man transfers the interview-audio from his audio-memory device to his computer. The same with the photographs. He E-mails them by pressing an envelope icon on his computer screen. The E-mail takes a minute to send, and then the computer starts beeping. It takes you awhile to understand what is happening. The beeping indicates that new E-mail is arriving. The E-mail must have been cached elsewhere in the planetary computer-network while the computer-terminal was off. The radio-reporter reads the E-mail and says, *"Crikey!"* which translates to *"Fucking shit!"* As he reads the text of the incoming E-mails, he shows you the attached digital photographs. Fifty-ish E-mails arrive, half of which include photographs of other aliens from the "disclosure" team. *"Blah blah blah,"\_translates to, \_"Oh well, so much for the scoop."* With his morning E-mail-read finished, the man pulls you two back into the recording studio to watch television. The news is still generic news, talking about the weather and the stock market. The man flips to another news station. It has no news either. *"Blah blah,"\_translates to \_"What the fuck?"* There is no coverage of disclosure in the mass-media. You spend the rest of the day with the news broadcaster. He takes a few more photographs of you. He eventually figures out the video-recording feature, and records a few videos. These, he E-mails, and then surveys the two-hundred new E-mails he has received since the morning. The television, on all day, still shows no information about disclosure. Coverage must have been squelched by world governments. His shift over, the man double-checks the automated radio-broadcast feed; the town you're in isn't very large. All three of you pile into his car for the four-kilometre drive to his home. * Something happens. (Choice C-3) * Something else happens.(Choice C-4) Choice B-2 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice A-2.)\_ The sun doesn't rise for two hours. Only two cars drive past, neither Hominid driver seems to notice you. Sometime after sunrise, you begin expecting someone from the television station to show up and unlock the door. It doesn't happen. In fact, so few automobiles have driven on the road, that you suspect it's a holiday. Everyone in town must be sleeping-in. After sunrise, only one automobile drives past. The driver takes no notice of you. Two children in the back of the car wave to you though. You wave back. \_"Should we walk down to the Main Street and get someone to notice us?"\_you ask sarcastically. *"Not yet,"\_answers Sam. \_"I'm not hungry enough. We'll do that when we need [free] food."* You chuckle. Half an hour later, a Hominid man with keys opens-up the front door from within. He must have parked his automobile in the back. You wave at him. He looks at you, a bit puzzled, and then invites you inside with a wave. He says, *"Blah blah blah,"* which is translated by your implants to, *"How many of you have landed?"* Other landing teams must already have gotten onto the news. You answer, *"Ten thousand."* *"He won't understand our language,"* commented Sam. She holds-up 4 fingers in front of the Hominid man, digitally-symbolizing a one with 4 zeroes following it. Now he looks puzzled. A telepathic impression from him implies that he suspects that way-more than four aliens have landed. *"Blah blah blah"\_translates to \_"Can you understand me?"* \_"Yes,"\_answered Sam, shaking her head left-and-right. He looks puzzled again. *"Blah blah,"\_is telepathically translated to, \_"Was that a yes or a no?"* \_"Yes,"\_answers Sam, without shaking her head. *"Blah blah blah blah,"\_translates to \_"No good.* *L**I got it! As a test, raise your right hand."* You raise your right arm. From the sly look on Sam's face, you can see that she is thinking about raising her left arm. She gives-in to practicality, and also raises her right arm. \_ "Blah blah blah"*translates into \_"You can understand me, but I can't understand you. I get it."* *"Blah blah"... "Follow me."* The television-reporter leads you into a room divided in half by a glass window. He turns on a small television. The video shows various clips of spaceplanes landing and depositing "disclosure" team-members. Interviews with team-members are also shown, interspersed with talking Hominid-heads. Unhappily, video-clips also show spaceplane crashes in numerous cities, along with some destroyed Hominid buildings. The off-planet Hominids must-have activated their planetary defences. How many had died? The television-news doesn't say. All of the television channels have news coverage. You watch television for a few hours. Meanwhile, the television-man makes a few phone-calls. After hanging up, the man says, *"I am going to drive you to the mayor."* The man turns-off the television, and leads you out the back of the building, to his automobile. You hop in, and get driven eight kilometres to a house. It is one story, made out of cement blocks. A man and woman walk out of the house to greet you. You follow them into their kitchen. Two of their children stare at you, mouth-agape, and then go back to watching television coverage of "disclosure". *"Blah blah blah,"\_the mayor says to the television reporter. \_"Can they understand me?"* *"Blah blah," ... "Yes, but we can't understand them."* *"Blah blah," ... "No problems."* The mayor holds up a hand for us to wait. He picks up his phone, and begins making phone-calls. After a few minutes, the mayor's wife invites you into the living room to watch the news. She, the television reporter, the two children, and both of you spend half-an-hour watching more news coverage. From new statistics shown on the television, you learn that several-dozen spaceplanes were visibly shot-down. The news-reporters think they crashed accidentally. You know that invisible spaceplanes that crash might not be included in the preliminary statistics. At least five-hundred teams landed successfully. There is no indication how complete and/or reliable the statistics are. The mayor finishes with his phone-calls and spends another half-an-hour explaining the situation to you. The military doesn't need any more aliens. They have enough. The politicians wouldn't mind some more aliens at the capital. But, there are no government airplanes available to fly you to the capital. They're already all in the air, transporting aliens. So are all of the private airplanes in the region. The locals were all hired-out three hours ago. No airplanes were left in town. Commercial jet aircraft were still flying, but a valid photo-ID would be required to board one. The mayor could get some photo-IDs printed-up, but the airline might not accept them as valid. Government officials in Canberra, the local government seat, suggested that the mayor hop in his car and drive you there. It would be a two-and-a-half day journey by automobile, and then two-and-a-half days back for him. Unless we wanted to camp beside the highway tonight, and the mayor didn't want to camp, we'd begin our road trip tomorrow... maybe... perhaps... something else might come up. Consequently, the mayor had invited some friends over for an early tea (dinner). They'd be arriving in a few hours. You spend the next few hours watching television and talking with the adults. Sam takes a shower. Four of the mayor's friends arrive, and take a few photographs of you two. While you're talking and sketch-pad-conversing with the mayor's friends, he and his wife cook-up some snags (hot-dogs). The snags are served on bread slices, with accompanying sliced-up fruit. The neighbours stop-by after dinner. You get to sleep a few hours after dark. ... A couple of hours before sunrise, the telephone rings. Everyone in the house wakes-up and listens, as the mayor groggily talks to someone for fifteen minutes. The mayor walks into the living-room, where you and Sam were sleeping. *"Blah blah blah," ... "They have an airplane for you. I need to drive you to the airport now."* No road trip? Oh well, you have never been in airplane. That should be an adventure. Sam comments that she was in a biplane when she was a child. You pack-up your gear while the mayor puts on his clothes. You're in the airport fifteen minutes later. As you board the single-propeller airplane, the mayor takes a parting photograph, just before sunrise. * Something happens. (Choice C-5) * Something else happens.(Choice C-6) Choice B-3 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice A-1.)\_ After posing for nearly one-hundred mobile-phone photographs, that's what the little black-boxes are, the two of you are approached by someone with a really-huge camera. A man with a microphone-on-a-pole tags along, as well as a well-dressed woman. *"These are professional television-crew people,"\_speculates Sam. \_"We're supposed to find some and get on television."* Your telepathic translator-implants haven't worked so far. They certainly don't work when the Hominid woman walks up to you and says, *"Blah blah blah."* The video-camera, resting on the man's shoulder and pointing directly at you, is obviously recording. *"Uh,"\_you look at Sam, \_"I don't understand."* \_"Bleh bleh bleh,"\_says the woman. *"No, I don't understand."* Sam pulls out her pad of paper and scribbles something on it. \_"What are you drawing?"\_you ask. *"Anything... a picture of a disc-spaceplane, I think. It'll keep them busy so we can get on television."* Sam hands the sketched image to the woman, who says, *"Blah blah blah"* to the cameraman. She displays the sketch in front of the camera, and then says *"Blah blah"* back so Sam. \_"You don't know what she said, do you?"\_you verify with Sam. *"No clue. Can you draw anything?"* *"I used to be obsessed with drawing flowers when I was in the third grade."* Sam smiles. *"They have flowers here. That won't impress them enough."* *"How about some mathematical equations?"* *"Fuck,"\_says Sam. \_"I barely remember algebra."* Sam takes the pad back from the woman and writes an important-looking mathematical equation. *"I think that's the equation for the derivative of tangent(x)."* The reporter is impressed. She holds the pad vertical for another video-shot, and then motions for Sam and you to follow her. She holds-onto your upper-arm to ensure that you don't get lost. The news camera-crew leads you half-way down the block to a panel-van. The woman reporter opens the sliding door and motions for you to get in. You both hop in, along with the reporter and cameraman. During the car-ride through town, you are videoed while the woman tries to communicate with you through sketches. Twenty minutes later, you arrive in the underground parking-lot of a tall building. The woman ushers you into an elevator, and up to the fourteenth floor, the cameraman filming the entire time. You are led into the television-studio's offices, and directly into a cushion-seated waiting-room. Other Hominids in the office clap quietly at the woman as she passes, the two of you in front. A large television is turned-on, watched by three Hominid men and women. They gave you odd looks when you first arrive, and smile "congratulations" to the reporter woman. You are motioned to sit down. Someone brings you sodas and turkey-wrap sandwiches. You spend the next few hours watching television news-coverage of *"The day that disclosure happened - a special report"*, while trying to talk with the Hominids that walk in. Your translator implants still don't work. You scribble through a ream of paper, and two pens. Television-broadcasts show spaceplanes of all sorts landing. Yours was naturally extradimensional, so anyone watching you land would only have seen a doorway. Several videos of hovering-and-landing pure-silver three-dimensional discs are televised. Only a few still-images of doorway landings are shown. Later in the day, an amateur video of a "disclosure" team-pair jumping out of their fog-producing extradimensional-doorway makes it onto the news. Interviews of "disclosure" team-members are interlaced with spaceplane videos. Located on different parts of the planet, their telepathy translator-implants must not have been blocked. Several times, you are ushered out of the waiting-room and into an official interview-room. You are videoed pointing at spaceplanes on a television monitor, and redrawing some of your better illustrations. You learn how to say *"Yes"* and *"No"* in English when cued; finger-up from the director means that you say "Yes", finger-left means you say "No". At the end of the work-day, well into the night, one of the Hominid television-employees walks into the lounge. You had dozed off. After fifteen minutes of back-and-forth sketches, he manages to ask you the simple question, *"Do you want to sleep in the studio here tonight? Or do you want to stay in my nearby apartment? I have a spare bedroom and a spare couch."* * "We want to stay at the studio for the night."(Choice C-7) * "Thanks. We'll go home with you." (Choice C-8) Choice B-4 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice A-1.)\_ After posing for mobile-phone photographs for an hour - that's what the little black-boxes are - someone gestures to you that they wish to take you on a tour of the area. \_"Wait a minute!"\_you think. The telepathy jammers must have been turned off. If that's the case, most of the Hominids won't be able to understand you, but you should be able to get the gist of what they're speaking. Sam and you follow the woman, why not. You are tired of being photographed. The woman first guides you into a shopping mall. Surprisingly, you aren't swarmed by camera-phones there. Two other "disclosure" team-pairs are already working the beat, one in the food court, and one in front of a department store. The woman invites you to select whatever food you want from the food-court restaurants. Hopefully she's paying, because you don't have any money. Having been on a spaceplane for the last half-year, fighting the war, all of the fast-food meals look good... except the meals with noodles. Space-food engineers are overly-fond of noodle meal-accompaniments. You select a hamburger by pointing to the picture. Sam goes for a doughnut. Everyone gets fresh fruit-juice. The Hominid woman thankfully pays. She seems to anticipate your situation: She purchases your food first. Then the fruit-juice, which is just outside of the food court. And then she's leading you out of the mall, away from the lunch crowds, and the swarms of cameras. She leads you two blocks to the beach. You eat as you walk. Unfortunately, no "disclosure" aliens seem to be working the beach scene, so photographers swarm you. They alternatively have photographs taken of themselves standing along-side you, or holding odd items like Frisbees. Someone even tries to get you photographed wearing their rollerblades, but the shoes don't fit your feet. You haven't been to a beach for over a year, not since you were conscripted into the military. Sam has never been on a beach. She wraps-up a handful of sand into your hamburger wrapper, to begin an alien-planet beach-sand collection. It's about that point that the fun ends. A military truck with soldiers parks by the side of the road. Uh oh. Should you run? No. A few armed soldiers walk up to you, the crowd, and the woman. She begins to protest, but you shoo her away... She gets the point. The two of you are led into the back of a large canvas truck. The two alien-pairs working the mall are also there, burritos and cokes in hand. They wave hello. After picking up a few other "disclosure" team-members, you get a scenic bus-ride out of Los Angeles and into a military facility. After the truck stops, your group is separated into your original pairs. Each pair is led into separate rooms. Yours has two chairs, and a table. A Hominid soldier-man brings you some coffee and prefabricated cookies. Then you wait. Eventually, an officer shows up. His *"Blah blah blah"* is translated by your implants into *"Can you understand me?"* \_"Yes,"\_you answer in your own language. His response of *"Blah blah,"* is translated to, *"Was that a yes or a no?"* Hmm. A logic puzzle. If you had answered *"No"* for the first question, would it be logically-correct to answer\_"Yes"\_ for the second question? Sam has a simpler solution. She pulls out her sketch-pad and draws a cartoon of the man speaking. Some wavy lines indicating sound waves, with some text over them to indicate words. She redraws the text to indicate a translation, as well as wavy lines going into her skull, instead of into her ear. The man gets it. All that time playing Pictionary has paid off, he thinks. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pictionary](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pictionary)) \_"Can you understand me?"\_telepaths Sam. *"Blah blah" ... "Yes, I can."* *"Good,"\_she telepaths. \_"You have better-quality implants than the other people we have met."* The officer is surprised. *"Blah blah"... "How do I have implants? Was I ever abducted?"* *"Most-likely not. Implants can be invisibly-inserted into your brain when you sleep."* *"Blah,"\_translates to \_"Oh."* *"If you just think hard, we'll understand you. You don't have to speak."* *"Got it,"\_he thought. \_"That cleared up, I have some questions for you." "They're not going to like this." "Oops, was that telepathed?" "I hope not." "Why are you here?"* Sam answers. *"We are here to get some photographs of ourselves taken, and to try and contact the public media or government."* The officer, Jake, writes down the answer. *"Where is your UFO?"* *"Our pilot flew-off with it. He's doing three other disclosures today."* *"On this planet?"* *"No, some other Hominid planets in the area."* Jake writes some more. *"Oh, so we're not alone."* *"No, there are at least 50,000 of you."* Surprise. *"Just out of curiosity, what number are we in the cue?"*(As I am writing this choice-fiction, I (Mike) have been informed that 109 "disclosures" have-been initiated since the beginning of the war.) *"I have no idea."* Some more word-scribbles from Jake. *"Are you the leader of this operation?"* Sam lightens the mood. *"No, we're just grunts here for the free food."* Jake doesn't believe us... about the being "grunts". More writing on his pad. *"Why did some of your UFOs crash?"* *"Crash!? We didn't hear about that."* I interrupted, *"Can we watch some television-news to see what happened?"* Jake, *"No, I'm afraid you're in [an information/news] blackout."* *"Are there any leader-aliens with you?"* \_"I don't know,"\_answers Sam. Jake writes down Sam's answer. \_"That's all I need for now. I'll be back sometime later today."\_Jake is thinking that his priority is to find a leader-alien, and to talk to them. Jake walks out the door, forgetting to say goodbye. He closes the door behind him. The two of you finish the packet of prefabricated cookies. An hour later, four military-police with truncheons and guns show up. They are distinctly less-friendly than Jake, who was less-friendly than the people in the shopping mall. The military-police lead you down a few corridors, out the building, and into a holding cell. A dozen other "disclosure" team-members are also there. You are stripped of all of your possessions, including Sam's beach-sand collection. Something must have gone wrong. * You can be nice to the guards.(Choice C-1) * Or, you can demand to be released.(Choice C-2) Choice C-1 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-4.)\_ A few hours after you are locked into the holding cell, some staff brings the group sandwiches and cans of liquid. You make sure to telepath a *"Thank you"* to the people when they hand you the food. You don't know if they receive the telepathic-sentence though. The sandwich isn't as good as this morning's fare, but it beats space-station ready-meals. The carbonated drink is a bit different. You go to sleep for the night. The next morning, more food is brought in. This time it's eggs, ham, and fruit-juice on a tray. You hand the server a nicely-folded sandwich wrapper, and crushed can of Coke. Once one bored alien learns how to stand on can of Coke and crush it flat, all of them do. Then you wait. After a lunch of a chicken-and-lettuce salad with ranch dressing (and a bottled water), a guard stops by, and unlocks your cell. You make sure to bring your neatly-cleaned plastic salad containers with artistically-enclosed water-bottles. Water-bottles don't crush neatly like Coke cans. You are led down the hall and into an interrogation room. *"Blah blah blah"\_from the non-Jake interrogator translates to \_"Are you the ones that said there were 50,000 planets being disclosed to?"* *"Yes."* *"Blah blah blah" ... "What is happening on the other planets?"* *"We don't know. Usually it..."* Sam whack-nudges you. *"No, I'll say this. Usually it isn't good. The off-planet Hominids like causing trouble."* *"Blah blah blah"... "Who are the off-planet Hominids?"* *"You don't know yet?"* The man nods left-and-right in response. That might mean *"No."* *"They are people that look just like you, except they were born on another planet."* *"Blah" ... "And you say they're here?"* *"Yes, loads of them. They are ALWAYS present on non-disclosed Hominid and other low-tech planets, pretending to be low-tech people."* The interrogator squints at you. *"Blah blah," ... "And who are they, specifically?"* *"I don't know. They look just like you. You could be one, for all I know."* Lip-pucker from the man. *"Blah blah," ... "No, I'd be long-gone from this planet if I weren't from here."* The man writes some notes. *"Blah blah blah blah," ... "Thank you, that's all for now. We'll return you to your cell."* The man walks you back to your holding cell. Later that night, you miss dinner because the two of you are pulled out of your cell, and taken back to the interrogation room. This time, the interrogator is there, along with someone in civilian clothes. The civilian begins, "Blah blah blah blah" ... *"Hello, my name is Bill. I'm sorry for the accommodation. Some of you are complaining about it, I here."* \_"The food is good,"\_you add positively. *"Blah blah blah blah," "That's nice to hear. I have a few questions. Simply put, what the hell is going on?"* *"We're here to appear on television."* *"Blah blah blah," ... "No, not that part. All of our communications are down, everywhere on the planet. Fibre is down. Radio doesn't work. Lasers get blocked within a few minutes. Our radar-encrypted signals don't work either."* Sam answers,*"The off-planet Hominids must be blocking communications."* *"Blah blah," ... "Are you sure it's not you guys?"* \_"It could be. I wouldn't expect it though,"\_answers Sam. *"Blah blah blah" ... "Thank you,"\_he answers. \_"Unfortunately, you need to return to your cell."* Two days later, after being fed meals of beef burgundy, pizza, and lasagne, you are escorted out of your cell and into an office. The civilian man is sitting there. He resumes the conversation, this time not bothering to speak. *"All communications are down. We are having to fly propeller-aircraft between bases with messages written on paper. I am jokingly trying to source some carrier-pigeons."*([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carrier\_pigeon](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carrier_pigeon)) Grimace on Sam's part. *"Some of our aircraft have been shot down."* Surprise. *"By whom?"* asks Sam. *"We don't know."* *"Humans in UFOs have landed everywhere. They claim they are here to help."* The civilian continues, *"At the same time, shadow-figures in the shape of giant insects or human-reptiles are seen wandering through Los Angeles at night."* Sam is quick to answer, *"Crap. The shadow-figures must be special-forces in military encounter-suits. Has an infantry-war begun yet?"* *"Infantry war!? Whatever happened to "We come in peace?""* *"WE come in peace. The off-planet Hominids don't want us here, since this is their planet, and you are their civilians."* You add, *"Have any of your co-workers been acting funny? Impeding workflow? They could be off-planet Hominids?"* This time the "civilian" man grimaces. *"No comment."* He thinks a moment. \_"What do you recommend I do?"\_he asks. * *"Do what you can to impeded the off-planet Hominids."*(Choice D-3) * *"Do nothing. Take no action against either party. Don't get involved."*(Choice D-4) Choice C-2 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-4.)\_ A few hours after you are locked in the holding cell, some staff brings the group sandwiches and cans of liquid. Your sandwich isn't as good as this morning's fare, but it beats space-station ready-meals. The carbonated drink is a bit different. You go to sleep for the night. The next morning, more food is brought in. This time it's eggs, ham, and fruit-juice on a tray. Then you wait. After a lunch of a chicken-and-lettuce salad with ranch dressing (and a bottled water), a guard stops by, and unlocks your cell. You are led down the hall and into an interrogation room. *"Blah blah blah"\_from the non-Jake interrogator translates into \_"Are you the ones that said there were 50,000 planets being disclosed to?"* *"Yes"* *"Blah blah blah" ... "What is happening on the other planets?"* *"We don't know. Usually it..."* Sam whack-nudges you. *"We don't know."* Sam interrupts, *"Can we have our communication-boxes back so we can contact base?"* *"Blah blah," ... "No, I'm afraid not."* *"Are we being held as prisoners of war?"* *"Blah," ... "No, you're not."* *"Then we'd like our communication-boxes at some point, please."* The man changes subjects.*"Blah blah blah"... "Who are the off-planet Hominids?"* *"They look just like you. For all we know, you might be one."* The man scribbles something down on paper. *"Thank you, that's all."* You are led back to your cell. A week later, you are loaded into a truck, along with other "disclosure" team-members. Your group is driven through the desert for half a day. When the truck stops, you are escorted into a large building with dormitory-style rooms, a television room, and a cafeteria. Hundreds of "disclosure" team-members are already interred there. You spend several months at the facility. Telepathy is blocked. You have no news from home, nor any news from Earth-Sol television. One morning, some detonations are heard at the compound. For stunning effect, the building's door is blown open by a small grenade. A platoon of Arthropods shows up, part of the multiracial "disclosure" team. They have a rescue-spaceplane waiting, for you. As you are boarding the spaceplane, you telepathically hear one of the Arthropods talking to another-one, *"This disclosure isn't going well, obviously. Disclosure-planets #5431 and #5895 aren't yet at war. Most are worse-off. They [the Hominids] half-nuked #4997 in revenge. "It's the principle of the matter," they say."* * The end - Choice C-3 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-1.)\_ The radio-broadcaster's home is a single-story cement-block house, with air-conditioning running full-bore. The inside is slippery white-tile, with light-lavender walls, and a white stucco-ceiling. The front door enters into a combination living-room and dining room. As soon as he enters his house, the man turns on his flat-panel television with a remote-control. He flips to a news-station, but it only reports mundane news. Meanwhile, the man's E-mail inbox is full of person-to-person "disclosure" news. The mass-media is still squelched. You follow the man into the kitchen; Sam wanders around the house. He pulls-out a large pot, fills it with water, and heats the water on a gas-jet cook-top. From his refrigerator emerges a box of yellowish sticks, and a plastic container with a red goo. \_"This isn't good,"\_grumbles Sam from another room. She walks into the kitchen, reading her text-message box. *"Yellow-rocks [your planet] received [a] retaliatory nuclear strike because [of our] participation in disclosure on this planet [Earth-Sol]. 100-million estimated dead. [You are needed elsewhere.] We will pick [you] up at 43:23 [sunset]".* What!? You don't know how you should react. You should feel enraged, worried, and sad, but until you see the damage, the emotions won't kick in. While your mind spins with the news, Sam keeps her head. She walks outside the front-door to see if there is enough clearance for the spaceplane. You look out from inside. The street is quite wide. There are some trees along-side the road, and behind the houses, but they shouldn't affect landing. Sam types something into her text-message box, and sends it off. Just as Sam is returning, the man steps out of his kitchen, and looks to see why Sam went outside. With telepathy disabled, you can't easily tell him what is about to happen. It might be more fun for him if he's surprised. You do make sure that he has his camera handy. He left it on the kitchen counter, but you surreptitiously move it to the dining-room table when he sets it up for dinner. Half-way through dinner, you hear the rumble-hum of the spaceplane. You hand the man his camera. He doesn't know why. Sam heads over to the front door. You follow, and motion to the man. Outside is the materialized doorway of a spaceplane, with fog-effects and all. After entering the spaceplane, you turn around and wave to the man. Hopefully he will get some good photographs. After the spaceplane door closes, you re-recall that you dis-accidentally left your GPS and Taser behind, on the kitchen countertop. * The end - Choice C-4 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-1.)\_ The radio-broadcaster's home is a single-story cement-block house, with air-conditioning running full-bore. The inside is slippery white-tile, with light-lavender walls, and a white stucco-ceiling. The front door enters into a combination living-room and dining room. As soon as he enters his house, the man turns on his flat-panel television with a remote-control. He flips to a news-station, but it only reports mundane news. Meanwhile, the man's E-mail inbox is full of person-to-person "disclosure" news. The mass-media is still squelched. You follow the man into his kitchen; Sam wanders around the house. The man pulls-out a large pot, fills it with water, and heats the water on a gas-jet cook-top. From his refrigerator emerges a box of yellowish sticks, and a plastic container with a red goo. The toilet flushes. Sam enters the kitchen. Both of you watch the man cook dinner. A quarter of an hour later, the three of you take your plates of pasta into the dining-room, where you watch television until midnight. The man also has his laptop turned-on. Every-time he checks for new mail, he receives more photographs of aliens and their spacecraft. But the television still has no news. You sleep in the living-room, with the television on, but muted. Morning dawns. Neither of you packed a toothbrush - your first waking thought. Your second thought is to glance at the television, which now shows coverage of a spaceplane hovering above a city. And then shows interviews with some members of the "disclosure" team. That's a relief. The news-blackout has finally ended. Maybe everything will go well. It didn't! Two minutes later, the news shows a few detonated skyscrapers. And then amateur video of a small nuke going-off in the middle of a high-rise city. The news slow-motion zooms-in on a pixelated semi-transparent silver disc-spaceplane near the high-rise. The explosion happens. The spaceplane zooms-off at lightning speed, immediately after the explosion. That wasn't good. Not at all. What happened? You wake up Sam, and tell her the news. She turns up the television volume. Fifteen minutes later, the same scene is rebroadcast. \_"What happened?"\_you ask Sam. *"Wait. I'll check my text-message box."* Sam types something into her box. The scene replays, along with some more updates. Interview-video of members of the "disclosure" team includes audio of them speaking, *"That wasn't our spaceplane. We are sorry about your city being attacked."* A quiet beep, and Sam reads her text-message display. *"[Off-planet] Hominids attacked [a] city-centre to make it look like we attacked, and are [part of an] invasion fleet. Stay calm."* Your conversation and the un-muted television must have woken-up the radio broadcaster. You still don't know his name. He walks in, and watches the television with interest. Sam pulls out her sketch-pad and communicates the "disclosure" team's point-of-view about the attack. She shows it to the man, who maybe-perhaps comprehends the sketch. He speaks something, *"Blah blah blah"*... There is no translation! The off-planet Hominids have turned on telepathy blockers. Crap! That makes things more difficult. After fifteen minutes of sketching, Sam visually explains that telepathy translation is now blocked. The three of you exchange sketches for the next few hours. The news-media is saying that the "disclosure" team is an invasion-force, and that the nuking of the city proves it. Several officials from government intelligence-agencies are interviewed on television, explaining the attack. Your host obviously isn't very happy about his planet being attacked. With many aborted sketches, he eventually sketch-explains that, from his point-of-view, he doesn't know if he should trust you or not. *"You guys show up, and all of the sudden New-York-City is attacked by a UFO."* With even more sketches, you and Sam try to explain that the disc-spaceplane was piloted by Hominids from another planet. He doesn't quite believe this. How could Hominids be on other planets? Nor does he believe that they would intentionally be trying to undermine disclosure. * Something happens.(Choice D-5) * Something else happens.(Choice D-6) Choice C-5 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-2.)\_ The propeller-airplane ride lasts all day. You land and take-off twice for refuelling. As you approach the capital's airport-runway, you spot a large triangular spaceplane parked off to the side. The airplane lands and taxis to the small-airplane parking area. Soon after stopping, a large four-wheel-drive automobile drives up. A man hops out and invites the two of you in. The airplane pilot, Glen, gets a last photograph of you, and then waves goodbye. Your trip to the triangle spaceplane is a short one. It is manned by Hominids dressed in blue military-uniforms. They have guns. You are escorted onto the spaceplane, where a dozen other "disclosure" team-members are waiting. Their wrists are twist-tied. Early in the morning, the spaceplane takes off. A few days later, you are notified by a Hominid ombudsmen that you are prisoners of war. Within a month, you are sold into slavery. * The end - Choice C-6 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-2.)\_ The propeller-airplane ride lasts all day. You land and take-off twice for refuelling. Your plane lands on the capital's airport-runway. It taxis to the small-airplane parking area. Soon after stopping, an automobile drives up. A man hops out and invites the two of you in. The airplane pilot, Glen, gets a last photograph of you, and then waves goodbye. You are driven into the city, and to a hotel room. Telepathy translation works. On the way, the talkative driver, Kyle, tells you that he has been shuttling aliens back-and-forth to hotels all day. Unfortunately, you will be confined to your hotel room, for the most-part. The local Hominids working with the aliens, have also taken up the moniker, "the disclosure team". They see themselves as an impromptu sister-organization. The Hominid team-members have been assigning an alien-pair to every parliamentarian, and two pairs to parliamentarians in the underemployed opposition. So many aliens have shown-up over the past two days, that all of the spare-bedrooms in all the parliamentarians' houses are full. You are left unassigned. You reach your hotel, and are escorted up to your room. You are provided a card-key for unlocking your hotel door, a high-tech gadget that you have never seen on other planets. Your room has a single bed, unfortunately. There is a toilet, shower, balcony, a small fridge, and "free" food. Oh yes, and a television that you turn on. Guards are posted in the alien-assigned hallways to prevent you from leaving, but you can wander through the hallways and talk to other "disclosure" team-members. Since personal weapons are not allowed in the country, you have to give up your Tasers. The short orientation over-with, you close the room's door, turn-on the television to 240-hour-a-day coverage of "disclosure", and fall asleep. The next morning, sixteen of you are woken-up by a delivery of fast-food breakfasts, egg-and-ham on a bread roll, with a coffee or orange-juice. After eating, you wander-out into the hallway and find other "disclosure" team members. Most of them have been here for two days already, having gotten car-rides from neighbouring cities. They all report a generally-good experience. One pair actually made it to a television station, and was extensively interviewed. Their interview doesn't seem to have made it onto television yet... a bit disappointing. Lunch is sandwiches with a choice of meats, and bottled water. In the afternoon, a Hominid woman stops-by and takes you for a driving-tour around the capital. Some of the attractions of the city are pointed out, such as a museum and interesting buildings. She notes that any other major city in the country would have been a more-interesting place to be holed-up. Even the middle-of-nowhere town where you landed. Unfortunately, no-one has enough time to escort you through the city's attractions, so you'll have to wait for a few days. You spend several weeks in the hotel. You eventually visit the museum, zoo, and get a tour of the wilderness outside of the city. From watching television, and talking to other team-members, who have their own personal parliamentarians leaking classified information to them, you learn that representatives of all the countries on the planet are in talks with the off-planet Hominids. The world governments didn't know the off-planet Hominids were on the planet. Now that aliens obviously exist, representatives of the off-planet Hominids are meeting and negotiating with indigenous world-leaders. The resident off-planet Hominids see the "disclosure" team as an invasion-force, and want you removed from the planet. The same views are expressed by the interplanetary Hominid governments. Since spaceplane traffic on-and-off the planet has been halted by the off-planet Hominid militaries, some of the "disclosure" team-members are acting as political envoys for the multiracial non-Hominids. Indigenous-Hominid world-leaders have quite a lot to learn, understand, and decide. * Something happens.(Choice D-1) * Something else happens. (Choice D-2) Choice C-7 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-3.)\_ You spend the night in the news-room's lounge. It is difficult to sleep with the lights on, but every time you turn the lights off, you are woken by a random news-team member, currently working around-the-clock. They open the door to the lounge to have a rest, turn on the lights, and see you sleeping. Oops, they must think. They turn-off the lights, and silently close the door. Since sunlight never enters the lounge, you awake for the day when someone knocks, and delivers you coffee and bagels. Telepathy is still blocked. Neither you nor Sam have ever been in a news studio. A woman gives you a tour around the studio, where you watch news-feeds coming-in from all-over the planet. Every feed-channel in every satellite is overbooked. From all of the swearwords and gestures directed at computers sending and receiving E-mails, you guess that the planet's computer-communication network is overloaded also. From surveys of the news-feeds, you conclude that "disclosure" team-members have landed everywhere on the planet, except the frozen continent in the south-pole. You watch a computer-graphics specialist produce eye-candy maps of the planet, using icons to show where "disclosure" team-members landed. You spend a few days helping him make computer-graphics models and animations of spaceplanes, cities you have visited, as well as your sister's house. The computer-modelling people are very interested in technology items, as well maps of the galaxies. Since neither you nor Sam have any clue as to the political and racial layout of the galaxies, you fill in your knowledge-gaps with your imagination. You even invent an alien race, or two. A few reporters interview you via sketch-pad. Your interviews don't seem to get aired, though. News-feed interviews are better, because telepathy is not blocked on other parts of the planet. Interviewers there can actually communicate with interviewees. Ultimately, the news-staff use you as test interviewees before they fly-off to not-blocked remote countries. When they arrive, your news-station's reporters do their alien-interviews, and E-mail the videos back to Los Angeles. Your text-message boxes occasionally work, despite Hominid communications-blocking. Base asks you to stay-on at the newsroom to answer questions the reporters and staff have, as well as to monitor news-feeds. Over the next few weeks, the news-feeds and sketch-pad Pictionary sessions indicate that world-leaders are meeting independently, and as a group. Many ultra top-secret votes are taken. Their results are leaked to the mass-media an hour after the ultra top-secret votes have been tallied. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pictionary](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pictionary)) You hear "the announcement" first, as a news-feed arrives at the news-station. You text-message the announcement to base. "Earth's indigenous Human leadership realizes that "disclosure" is a contentious issue between non-Humans, and Humans that live on other planets. We do not wish our planet to be turned into a war-zone. Earth's governments have collectively decided to abort "disclosure". All non-Human aliens are requested to leave until tensions have cooled-down." You decide not to correct the mixed-metaphor at the end of the official announcement. Two days later, "disclosure" team-members begin leaving. News-feeds report that a few-thousand indigenous Hominids sneak-out with them. You are not allowed to leave until nearly everyone-else has been evacuated. Your location in the news-room is too-critical. A month after the announcement, your friends at the television-station film your spaceplane taking-off. Two Hominids from the newsroom somehow manage to stow themselves away. A couple text-message boxes (yours) are left behind, so the stowaways can transmit their reports back to their news-colleagues on Earth. * The end - Choice C-8 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice B-3.)\_ You take the elevator down to the parking garage. The man drives you to his apartment. It takes half an hour. The three of you groggily stumble into his apartment, and rapidly fall-asleep. Three hours later, the man's alarm-clock goes off. He wakes you up, and drives you back to the news-room. Telepathy is still blocked. You spend the day watching television news-feeds, and helping computer-graphics people model and animate spaceplanes. That night, the same staff-member takes you back to his apartment. Not being nearly as exhausted as the previous evening, the man remembers to tell you that his name is Mark. On the way home, he pulls his car up next to a fast-food restaurant-building, and picks up hamburgers and soft-drinks through a small window. Once again, you crash-out in Mark's apartment. Mark leaves you in his apartment the next day, where you watch television, eat all of his pasta, and play video-games. The television news-room has no real use for you over the next few weeks, so Mark leaves you at home during the day... with an apartment key. You wander around town while he is out. Most people have seen enough aliens by now that they are merely curious. With some of the cash that Mark lends/gives you, you purchase meals, buy supplies for an evening dinner, and pick up souvenirs for friends and relatives. One day, Mark returns home with an official text-announcement from world governments. He spends half-an-hour sketch-translating it for you. "Earth's indigenous Human leadership realizes that "disclosure" is a contentious issue between non-Humans, and Humans that live on other planets. We do not wish our planet to be turned into a war-zone. Earth's governments have collectively decided to abort "disclosure". All non-Human aliens are requested to leave until tensions have cooled-down." A few days later, your text-message box informs you that you will be flown off the planet in a few weeks. The exact pick-up date is not yet known. Before you are assigned a specific flight out, Mark offers to hide you on Earth-Sol if you wish. Apparently, many of the "disclosure"-team aliens are staying behind, hiding in people's homes. To emphasize the point, Mark brings home a DVD of "*E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial".* ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ET\_the\_Extra-Terrestrial](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ET_the_Extra-Terrestrial)) You decide to stay. Base cannot condone your decision, but if your text-message device somehow gets lost, you might miss your spaceplane-flight off. Evacuation spaceplane flights are expected to cease in 30 days. Your text-message device is temporarily lost in the bottom of Mark's underwear drawer whenever base tries to beep you; he's an alien-gadget kleptomaniac. Oh well. You spend the next few months hiding in Mark's Glendale apartment. At night, your get clandestine car-rides to safe-houses for socialization, parties, and pizza. A secret underground network of aliens and alien-hiders slowly emerges. Living near Hollywood, you make some under-the-counter cash-earnings by appearing in movies and television shows, saving computer-animators the effort of animating your race. * The end - Choice D-1 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice C-6.)\_ Everyone on the planet has seen weeks of 240-hour-a-day news-coverage of the alien "disclosure" effort. News-broadcasts now show video-articles about how Hominids from other planets have been living and hiding on Earth for nearly a century. Some resident off-planet Hominids are interviewed in silhouette, admitting that they have to maintain secrecy for fear of their lives. One afternoon, you hear that the President of the United States is going to make a live broadcast around noon US-time. Midnight Australia-time. World-leaders around the globe will simultaneously live-broadcast their own national announcements, all at the same time. Some of the aliens in the "disclosure" team understand enough English to translate television-shows for everyone else. Normally spending their day translating children's television shows to your language, they are assigned translation-duties for the Presidential announcement. Everyone watches. The President of the United States walks up to the podium. *"Blah blah blah,"\_spoken by the televised-President is verbally translated by a "disclosure" team-member. \_"He says lots of words that basically mean, "Hi there!""* *"Blah blah blah blah blah blah,"\_is translated to, \_"The President of the United States says that we have caused a lot of problems here."* A cheer goes up in your room. Someone from next-door's television-viewing peeks in, and wonders if their translator-person missed something. *"No, it was only Jen being comedic."* Another five minutes of *"Blah blah blah"* formalities are translated into new jokes by Jen. Your room begins to fill, as people leave the less-comedic television-room. Jen is too-slow translating the most-important *"Blah blah blah."* She begins to speak the translation, *"Hominid militaries from other planets..."* Booing and hissing from the other room interrupt her. Jen looks irate; her thunder has been stolen. She says sadly, *"Hominid militaries from other planets will be allowed to land on Earth-Sol, and be included as part of a multinational peacekeeping force."* Everyone boos and hisses. The peacekeeping forces prevent large-scale violence, although strong tensions (Weasel-word alert!) exist between the non-Hominids and the off-planet Hominid peacekeepers. Slightly-weaker tensions quickly form in Earth's indigenous Hominid population. Within ten years, 10% of Earth-Sol's population has emigrated off the planet. Approximately, 5% flee to the non-Hominid side, and 5% emigrate to other Hominid planets. Meanwhile, Hominids from other planets migrate to Earth-Sol in increasing numbers. After a few years, nearly everyone who wants to emigrate from Earth-Sol to non-Hominid planets has done-so. Non-Hominid "disclosure" team-members do their tourist-rounds to places like the Grand Canyon, and then depart. Only a small spaceport-staff of non-Hominids remains after ten years. They run a few small evacuation-spaceports scattered about the planet, just in case any indigenous Earth-Sol Hominids wish to leave. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand\_canyon](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_canyon)) In the long run, approximately 20% of the indigenous Hominids are expected to emigrate, 10% to each "side". The "spark"-people are the first to leave. They are the people who invent-and-engineer gadgets-and-content, such as music, automobiles, movies, televisions, computers, computer-games, and mobile phones. Without them, the rest of Earth's population could decide to settle into a comfortable 1950's lifestyle. Hominids immigrating from other planets might replace the indigenous "spark"-people, and push Earth-Sol's culture in a different direction. * The end - Choice D-2 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice C-6.)\_ Interplanetary Hominid governments begin partaking in the international peacekeeping force. They land their spaceplanes and troops on Earth-Sol to "stabilize" the situation. Unbeknownst to the media and public, approximately one-million resident off-planet Hominids silently evacuate Earth-Sol via the temporary military-spaceports maintained by the Hominid peacekeepers. People on the "disclosure" team, working off-of Earth-Sol, watch this happen. They estimate 40 million off-planet Hominids are living on Earth-Sol in total. Only 2.5% of the resident off-planet Hominids leave. Most stay, either because they don't want to leave, or because they aren't told they can leave, or because they aren't allowed to leave. The Hominid nations see "disclosure" as an invasion of their territory. To ensure that no other disclosure-invasions occur, anonymous-and-untraceable Hominids, not affiliated with any Hominid organization, small-nuke the downtowns of one-third of Earth's major cities. They threaten total destruction if the planet is not returned to the Hominids within two decades. * The end - Choice D-3 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice C-1.)\_ \_ "Are you sure I should impede them?"\_asks the "civilian" military-leader. *"It's your decision, but that's what my leadership suggests."* \_"I will try it,"\_he says with foreboding. The state's military receives orders to become more-obnoxious to off-planet Hominids. US martial-law police detain interplanetary Hominid soldiers when they break the law. Martial-law police also threaten to detain the Hominid soldiers with the same *"illegal immigration"* laws that are used to detain the "disclosure" team-members. At this point, ALL "disclosure" team-members are in immigration detention, but no off-planet Hominid soldiers are. Discussions occur about what to do with the suspected off-planet Hominids that have immigrated to the United States over the past forty years. Technically, they are illegal immigrants, and should be shipped off to Mexico.*(Only Americans and Mexicans will get that joke.)* No-one is prepared to make such a move. But, lists of suspected immigrant Hominids are being made. The martial-law police are prepared to arrest and deport any immigrant Hominids that are acting as subversives, undermining the elected United-States government. One month after the "civilian" military-leader makes his decision, official US military-police fly-in, and request that he steps down. You only hear about this confrontation second-hand. The "civilian" military-leader and his immediate command staff are not seen again. They may have been imprisoned, or forced into retirement. A few months later, off-planet Hominid militaries are everywhere. Already detained by the US military, you are flown-off the planet by a Hominid cargo-plane, and detained in a prisoner-of-war camp on another planet. * The end - Choice D-4 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice C-1.)\_ \_"Are you sure I should stay neutral?"\_asks the "civilian" military-leader. *"It's your decision. My leadership recommends that you do nothing, take no action, and stay neutral."* \_"I will try it,"\_he says with foreboding. At this point, ALL "disclosure" team-members are in military detention. No more "disclosure"-team spaceplanes are allowed to land. More-and-more off-planet Hominid militaries land and set up their own military bases next to US military bases. Within a few years, fences that separate the side-by-side militaries are torn down. An agreement between the Hominid nations and the non-Hominids is reached. Detained "disclosure" team-members are bussed to a pick-up point in the desert, where they are evacuated to by non-Hominid spaceplanes. * The end - Choice D-5 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice C-4.)\_ By the evening, one of the news-channels has changed its conclusions. It is now reporting that the bombing of New York City was a deception, and that Hominids from other planets bombed the building to cast doubt on the "disclosure" aliens... which is what you and Sam claimed. The other two channels maintain their story that the aliens bombed the buildings. Your radio-broadcaster host, now provided with a legitimized version similar to your explanation, is much-more willing to believe you. You spend the next few weeks walking around the town and meeting the locals. Though uncertain whether you are *"the good guys,"* or *"the bad guys,"* or if *"something was messed up"*, the locals are friendly. Television reporters don't bother interviewing you; they have enough aliens elsewhere. Unexpectedly, another group of "aliens" lands small teams in all of the same places where your "disclosure" teams landed. The new group of "aliens" are much-friendlier towards the Hominid Federation, than people in your "disclosure" team. Due to intergalactic political considerations, I (Mike) cannot name or physically describe the hypothetical next group of "aliens" in this choice-story. Four of them land in the town where you're posted. The new "aliens" get-along well with the indigenous Hominids in your assigned town. Within a few weeks, a spaceplane picks you up. The second wave of "aliens" remains. * The end - Choice D-6 ========== *( \_\_Go back to the previous choice*\_ , Choice C-4.)\_ Television news-coverage continues to report that *"the aliens bombed New York City"*. The radio-broadcaster doesn't trust your motivations, despite your sketch-pad discussions. A week after your landing, news-coverage is reinvigorated as thousands of large spaceplanes land in airports around the world. Uniformed Hominids step out of the spaceplanes, and announce that they are from a *"Federation of Hominids"*, like in *Star Trek*. They refuse to say anything more until they have met with indigenous political leaders. ([http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star\_Trek](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek)) A week later, the news-services report that the Hominid militaries are here as peacekeepers. There is an enormous war in space; the non-Hominid "disclosure" team is from *"the other side"*. The Hominid Federation has negotiated a truce with its enemies to keep Earth-Sol out of the war's path. As an afterthought, television-news announces that all of the non-Hominid aliens will be allowed to board spaceplanes and leave the planet. One month later, you board a Hominid spaceplane. You and Sam have no idea if you are going to be released to your side, or if you will be interned in a prisoner-of-war camp. * The end - Other "disclosure" scenarios ========== * "Disclosure" might not happen, but... Over the past hundred years, many alien abductions have resulted in abductees being voluntarily flown off-of Earth. People's friends and family would have assumed that the abducted people wandered-off, ran away, or had been murdered. Such rescue-abductions could resume. * Hominids from other planets might "disclose" to the indigenous Earth-Sol population without the involvement of non-Hominid aliens. The off-planet Hominids would most-likely "disclose" to the wealthiest indigenous Hominids first. And then to the top-2% wealthiest within a few decades. By that point, rumour and news of disclosure would slowly filter throughout Earth's population. * Other "disclosure" scenarios are possible. **Anything can happen at any time.** For more information see [http://www.disclosuree.com/AfricaEarthFullEBook.pdf](http://www.disclosuree.com/AfricaEarthFullEBook.pdf). For more stories ========== You can download more of my short stories for free from: [http://www.disclosuree.com/Stories.pdf](http://www.disclosuree.com/Stories.pdf)

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Title: Little Gray Paws by Dreamous Tags: Anal, Digimon, Ejaculation, Foot Fetish, Gay, M/M This is the sequal to Big Blue Feet, and will be better understood if you read it first. You have to be 18 to read this. I claim no ownership to digimon and this lemon was done with no exchange of money. It contains gay sex and major foot paw fetish. If either disgust you than don't read this. Otherwise, continue... (Old story, written long ago.) Little Grey Paws Davis slowly awoke, still cradled under Flamedramon and in his arms. He felt his stretched ring still filled, so he pushed lightly to push Flamedramon's soft member. Flamedramon moaned as he awoke to this treatment, his head just slipping out. Flamedramon lifted some of his weight up and turned Davis over so they could face each other. They started to passionately kiss, Flamedramon's long tongue snaking its way in and out of Davis's throat. Davis moaned around the tongue. Both of them started to gain erections. Flamedramon stopped kissing and pulled away. Davis went to kiss him again but Flamedramon put a finger on his Davis's lips, silencing him. Flamedramon stood up, and Davis followed. Flamedramon went to a small stream, and they began to wash each other. Gabumon finally got to the top of the cliff. He had been elected by everyone else to search up here while they got the ground. Stupid people. Giving him the hard job. He started to walk around, then he heard a splashing sound coming from the stream. He got behind some bushes and looked to see what was going on. His jaw fell at what he saw. Davis was kneeling in the river with Flamedramon standing in front of him. Flamedramon's foot was resting on Davis's face, and Davis was licking it. Gabumon 's eyes opened huge as he saw what else was there: both Flamedramon and Davis were sporting erections. Gabumon sat down, dumbfounded. He looked to his groin and saw the dark blue head of him dick poke out, then he continued to watch Davis and Flamedramon. Gabumon watched both of Flamedramon's feet being licked. Once Davis was done, Flamedramon walked over to Davis. Gabumon started to stroke his prick as Flamedramon's white glory got closer and closer to Davis's face. Gabumon let out a soft moan as he saw the white meat slide into Davis's eager mouth. Gabumon grew a steady pace and attentively watched as Flamedramon's tail went be behind Davis and started to slowly penetrate him. Suddenly there was a snap of a twig behind Gabumon. He turned around and, not sure what to do, attacked. He sent out a spiral twister. It his a Gazimon in the shin, making a large cut. Gabumon looked closer at the Gazimon. He was a bit smaller than most, maybe three or five inches. He was now holding his leg, obviously very pained. Gabumon walked over and bent down. "I'm so sorry. You surprised me and..." the Gazimon smiled. "It's ok. I shouldn't have snuck up on you with what you were doing. I was just wondering who or what you were watching." Gabumon blushed, then saw blood start to ooze out of the wound. "Here. I'm an ice type. Let me fix that for you." Gabumon licked the wound, freezing it with his tongue to instantly stop the bleeding and keep out infection. "There. That'll heal in about three days." He looked up to the Gazimon and noticed a black appendage between his legs, rapidly filling with blood. The Gazimon opened his eyes and looked down, blushing slightly. "Sorry about that. It felt really good. Speaking of which..." The Gazimon crawled over to the opening in the bush. Gabumon tensed up, wondering what the Gazimon would think of what he was watching, until he was the Gazimon smile and touch himself, moaning, "Ohhh ya, lick his feet." Gabumon almost fell over in surprise. He looked and saw that Davis was now on his back, Flamedramon standing holding Davis's foot to his mouth, while his tail moved in and out of Davis's ass. Gabumon then looked back to the Gazimon. He saw the Gazimon's beautiful feet, large, black member... Gabumon slowly walked over to the Gazimon. It was like he had no control over himself. The Gazimon watched Gabumon as he slowly picked up the Gazimon's foot, then slowly licked it. After the initial lick, he started to tongue the black pads furiously. The Gazimon moaned at this treatment. He never knew anyone that could pleasure him like this. He had always been fond of feet, but knew no one to share it with. Gazimon was nearing his climax, never having been stimulated like this. He stopped Gabumon, wanting to taste his feet. The Gazimon pushed Gabumon over, then to his side. He got into a position similar to 69ing, but they we both facing the other's feet. They both started to tease each other's toes, then suck on the feet before them. As they did this, both started to pump their groins, rubbing them over one another. Both moaned furiously as their meats rubbed together, their feet were licked and sucked, and the heat around them rose drastically. Gabumon pulled his feet away, then got away from Gazimon. Gabumon came back over and rolled Gazimon to his stomach, then murmured, "This is my apology." he came up between Gazimon's legs, and lightly licked across Gazimon's leaking tip. Gazimon moaned, and started to stroke the sides of Gabumon's head. Gabumon took the whole dick into his mouth, and Gazimon used his huge claws to lightly scratch Gabumon's head. Gabumon gave a mrrr and started to suck harder. He used his tongue to roll along the sensitive flesh on the bottom of Gazimon's dick while using his hand to lightly massage Gazimon's soft, gray furred sack. The Gazimon moaned loudly, really liking the treatment, which gave Gabumon an idea. He slowly slid the ebony member out of his mouth, then slowly took one of the velvety orbs in. the Gazimon hunched forward as Gabumon started to lick and suckle lightly on the ball. Pleasure ran through the Gazimon like electricity, and he suddenly came deep in Gabumon's throat. Gabumon slid off the member so he could taste the delicious cum in his mouth. The um flooded his mouth, causing him to swallow extremely fast. The tide lowly ebbed away, Gabumon making sure he got every drop. The Gazimon slowly caught his breath and murmured, "I like that apology." he stood up. "Now it's time to show that I accept your apology. The Gazimon put his hands on Gabumon's shoulders, then pulled until his back was on a tree that leaned back. Once his back was on the tree, the Gazimon looked at Gabumon. "Now, your going to have to listen to me exactly and do just what I say, ok?" Gabumon nodded in agreement. "Ok then. When I pull on your shoulders, lean and put a lot of weight on me, and don't let it up until I tell you, ok?" the Gazimon put more weight on Gabumon' shoulders, then lifted his feet and rested them with his hands. Once his feet were on Gabumon's shoulders, Gazimon pulled on Gabumon, and Gabumon's weight let him rest there. Gabumon gave a quizzical look, but smiled when he realized what this position was good for by the tip of his dick touched Gazimon's hole. Gazimon gave one of his species' trademark evil grins, though it looked a lot less evil on his smaller body. "That's not the only reason I like this position." Gazimon moved his left foot nearer Gabumon's middle, then lifted his right and placed it on Gabumon's face, rubbing it in a little. Gabumon moaned, and Gazimon took the opportunity to slip some of his foot into Gabumon's mouth. He gave Gabumon an I'm-in-charge-now-listen-look. "Now pleasure my foot." Gabumon started his tongue, having it go between Gazimon' toes, over the pads, and lightly flicking at the claws. The Gazimon moaned out, "Now fuck me." Gabumon placed the head of his dick to Gazimon's tight pucker, and slowly pushed it in. They didn't need any lube; Gabumon's member was soaked in pre. The Gazimon wined slightly as the member entered him. Gabumon was big, but Gazimon was used to that. He was small, and other males had taken advantage of him since he digivolved to this form. Soon he was in Gabumon's lap, the nine inches of dark blue girth within him. That with the treatment on his feet had his member throbbing hard in front of him, near Gabumon's mouth and Gazimon's foot. Gabumon started to hump in and out, quickly gaining a steady rhythm. The Gazimon grinned his foot into Gabumon's tongue, stimulating Gabumon to start his treatment on it again. He tongued the toes and soft pads faster and faster, knowing that he would soon come. The smell and taste of the Gazimon's feet, the throbbing cock near his face, and the moist warmth surrounding his dick brought Gabumon to the edge quickly. He gave a small grunt and groaned as his thick seed sprayed out of him. Gazimon squealed in delight as he was filled with the warm cum, which in turn, with his paw treatment, brought him to orgasm also. Cum sprayed from his ebony meat all over Gabumon's face. Gabumon opened his mouth and took the head in, milking the cock for all its juice. Gabumon held the meat in his mouth until it softened then let it slip out. He cleaned the cum from Gazimon's foot with a smile on his face. Then Gazimon let his feet fall to the floor, and they both fell over, Gabumon on bottom. Gazimon cleaned Gabumon's face, and they fell asleep from exhaustion. Well, there ya go. If you'd like to comment or request, please email me at [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Also, see my site at [http://dreamousiceling.furrynet.com](http://dreamousiceling.furrynet.com)

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Title: Two's Trial by Sunette Tags: Armor, Dragon, Fear, Female, Kidnapping, Love, Male, Slavery, Sword, Wolf, Young Love, corset, dagger, kimono, master Heya all This is the second in a series of stories. The first isn't polished enough for posting. But i hope you enjoy reading this. It has been done in collaberation with a close friend, we took it in turns to write each chapter so styles might change between them. The next one will be uploaded next week, and so on untill they are all up, so keep a weathered eye for the next chapter. Don't worry they get much much better! =P Enjoy **Two's Trial** **Chapter 1** Master was unhappy. That was putting it nicely. The slam of the front door made me jump from where I sat reading. I could easily tell he was mad, but at what I was unsure until I asked. "Is something wrong Master?" I asked standing and setting my book down on the coffee table. He growled and made to go up stairs before I stopped him. "Tell me." He sighed. Any other master would have just pushed me aside, but Arti didn't, he just took my shoulders in his soft hands and sighed. Drawing me closer he gave me a gentle hug. "I don't want to burden you Sun." "You won't be Master," I smiled up at him. He smiled back and gently guided me up stairs to his study. We both sat down on his couch, him draping his arm around my shoulder, drawing me close again. He was silent for a few minutes, probably just enjoying the feel of my fur on his scales. I smiled, loving being this close to him. I never felt closer like when I was in his arms, even when we made love, I know I never felt that close. "I... have some bad news." My heart sunk at those words. "What," I managed to whisper. "Ono... she's... she's been kidnapped." I looked up at him severe worry in my voice, but he stopped me before I managed a single word. "Sica is alright Sun, she is with one of my friends." "What are you going to do Master?" "I'm going to get her back." "How though, do you even know where she is?" He nodded and stood, walking over to a cupboard Ono brought over once. One I had never been allowed in before. Until that day I never even knew what it contained. "I do know where she is Sun..." "I'm coming then." He stopped, hand on the cupboard handle. "What?" "I said, I'm coming with you," I had no idea where those words were coming from. I should never be so bold with the one who owns me. He smiled gently and shook his head. "You won't like where you would be going." I raised an eyebrow at him. "She is being held at the Sanctum." I swallowed hard. I still had nightmares of that place. But I was determined. I loved Ono, and Sica. I would be damned if would leave her to such a fate that the Sanctum had for her. "I'm coming with you," I said finally. Arti nodded and pulled the cupboard open. "You've always wondered what was in here Sun, well now you get to find out." As the doors swung open, I saw numerous silver weapons lining the wooden walls. He stepped forward and started looking through all the weapons, pulling out a few rather plain looking swords and resting them on his desk. "Are they ours?" "No Sun, those are for some friends who will be helping us when we raid the Sanctum. I have something more special for us to use." With that he reached in to the cupboard and pulled out a thick, black pole, a red ribbon adorning its length. And at the top was a large, thick silver blade, with the top adorned with a red metal, looking like that of the top of a dragon's mouth, and several, what looked to me like draconic makings. I gazed at it, and looked at its size. "I think it's a bit big for me Master, and I was never taught how to wield a scythe." He chuckled and shook his head. "Kryptic is a little big for you Sun, and besides, I have something here that you might prefer more." He rested the large scythe on the floor before reaching back into the cupboard. He looked at the walls line with swords and bows until he saw the one he wanted. Reaching in and removing a sword still in its leather sheath, unlike all the others, whose silver blades shone proudly. He stood and walked over to me holding it flat in both his hands. He gestured for me to kneel, I did so with out hesitation. "This sword is very special. It was given to me many years ago by a master craftsman. He was old, and this sword was his last ever. He had used every skill he knew, put every ounce of his energy into its crafting." He placed a hand to its hilt and slowly drew it from its sheath. The broad blade shone brilliantly as the light played over its gleaming surface as it was freed from its confine. I couldn't help but stare as Master rested the sheath on the floor, showing me the weapons intricacies. The hilt was wrapped in black leather, made to be hard to slip, even when one's hands were slippery, and ended in the same silver of the rest of the blade. The blade itself was long, narrowing towards the centre, before returning to the same width as near the hilt. He turned it in his hands, and I saw a jagged edge where the blade began and the hilt ended. Several runes were engraved near to the hilt as well. I reached out to touch it, and master only smiled, holding it forward for my furred fingers to glide over, tracing the runes. "Would you like to know what they say Sun?" Master asked. I looked up at him and nodded. "They say; 'against the odds.'" "What's her name?" I asked, still gliding my fingers over the blade, making him smile again. "Very discerning of you Sun, her name is Phoenix, she saved my life countless times." He picked up the sheath and quickly hid her from me in its depths. "Now go and dress in something appropriate, I'm going to need you to look the part I need you to now play." "And what part might that be Master?" "That of a beautiful Wolfess. I think one of your kimonos might be best." I nodded and stood, making to leave for my room before he stopped me. "Put this on first I must test something." I looked at what he was now holding out to me. It looked remarkably like a corset. Not questioning him I quickly removed my large jumper and slipped the garment on, turning for master to pull the strings tighter for me. Happy it was tight enough I turned. Only to have master thrust a knife into my gut. I was surprised, never thinking my beloved master would actually stab me. The force of the blow sent me flying backwards as a metallic snap rang out. I gasped and clutched at my stomach, winded. He stood proudly holding the hilt of a dagger in his hand, the blade mysteriously missing, seemingly snapped off close to the hilt. "Even better results than I expected," he said bending down and picking up a long shard of metal and stepping over to help me up. "Strongest steel, and it snapped clean off." I looked down at the corset as my breathing settled, and realised, despite being a little shocked and out of breath, I was completely fine. He helped me remove the corset and sent me on my way. Even though he had stabbed me, knowing he had gone to the trouble to have something that would stop a blade dead in its tracks, made me happy. I set the corset on my bed and stripped my clothes leaving only my panties on, before slipping the corset on and pulling it tight. It felt strange, not like a corset I had worn before. But I assumed that was because of what was inside the leather. I picked out a kimono and put it on, the soft, black fabric making me smile. There was a light knock on the door as I fluffed out my hair calling 'enter,' to the person as I turned. Master stood there with Phoenix in his hands as well as a strange looking piece of leather. He set Phoenix down on the bed and asked me to turn around. I did so, and he pressed the leather to my back, reaching over my shoulders to pull some leather over them. It suddenly dawned on me that it was a harness for Phoenix sheath, to hold her on my back. Then once we were both ready, he took hold of Kryptic and ushered me out the front door to the car.

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Night Tide The fog rolled over the streets, its slow tendrils engulfing the houses one by one, slowly making the lights flicker and dim around her. Not even the moon, normally full could penetrate it’s cloudy prison tonight. Adjusting her heavy coat, she picked up her pace across the deserted streets. It was picturesque during the day, but nights like these gave her the shivers. The echoes of her heels made her jumpy too. The only other sound was the gentle lap of the water and the creek of the boats at mooring as the tide reached its peak. She wished she worked more normal hours. Hell, she wished she had a better job, but working at the local wharf’s seafood diner was the best she’d managed to do. Serving baskets of fish and chips to tourists, and the occasional local, didn’t pay well but at least it kept her in her flat. The wind had picked up a touch. She shivered. She swore she could hear someone else moving about the area. By now all the boats were moored and the fishermen and tourists had gone home, and she was alone. She looked around, but the fog was thick now. It was almost impossible to see fifty feet. Even the dim glow of the old lamppost barely registered anything but the thick soupy mess. Hurrying on she saw the stonework of the old bridge ahead. She never knew how old it was, it was just there, letting the water from the channel in to the bay. The stonework was old, and it barely was wide enough for one car and the small footpath that they’d installed on one side. Lanterns hung at either end, their dim orange glow marking the end of the wharf and the more hospitable parts of town. A muffled noise startled her; her panic began to rise. Clutching her purse, she darted for the bridge, the fast staccato of her heels on the own cobblestones echoing dully in the fog. The bridge wasn’t long, but in those moments, it felt like an eternity as she passed over its single span arch. Just as she reached the other side, under the lantern, she felt something grab her shoulder. She shrieked; the hollow echo unable to penetrate the damp gloom of the night. The next moments were a blur. She felt her purse being tugged, another hand shoving her. She could feel herself falling. She hit something hard against her hip, and the world spun. Her body hit the water with a hard splash, shocking herself into awareness. She struggled with the heavy coat, the cold water pressing around her as she sunk. Its embrace cold and unyielding. Panic set in rapidly, she couldn’t free herself from the coat and she was too poor a swimmer to reach the shore. It’s not like there were any places to climb out, and the water was already numbing her muscles. At just ten degrees it was too cold to survive long. The bubbles rose from her as she hit the bottom. She could vaguely see the lights winking far above her. Her muscles seemed to give up. She just couldn’t free herself of the coat and its heavy weight, and she floundered under the brackish water. That first breath of saltwater and she knew this was the end. Her eyes rolled back as she waited for it all to end. She expected some frenzy of life images to pass, but instead she felt herself fall into a state of utter calmness. It wasn’t as if she’d be missed. No family, no place, not even a cat. Her boss would probably just shrug when she didn’t show for work. The water rushed down her throat, and she choked, but amazingly she found herself not drowned. Instead her body felt lifted by the water. The slow current ebbed around her letting her float gently just above the murky stone bottom of the canal mouth. Another tentative inhalation and she felt the water rush in and out again, but weirdly from a place in her neck. She lifted a hand to her neck, her fingers probing gently. The rush of water came again and she felt it wash over her fingers from thin slits that had appeared along her neck. She blinked. Or thought she had as the patterns of lights changed. Her fear of drowning abating she slowly slid herself free of the coat and its heavy fabrics. Finally sliding it away from her she felt her body responding to the water. Her vision had cleared, the water seeming far less murky even in the dim light. She inspected her hand with some wonder as thin flaps of flesh crept up between her digits. Around her neck grew a thick fin, it swept up behind her in a tapered point, letting her new gills breath. She could ripple the fin, and she did several times, but the real changes were starting below. At first it was a simple prick or two. Then a tingling. Soon it felt like her legs were being ripped apart. She pulled at her skirt and even yanked off her panties as the skin across her legs bulged and contorted. Ripples of muscle under each leg twisted and pulled, while deep groves formed across the surface of her legs. She could feel them shifting, changing. Her legs contorting in ways that nothing with bones should ever do, yet they flowed in the water as if they belonged there. She wasn’t sure how long it took, time felt meaningless to her now. Fascination dominated her thoughts as she watched one, then the other legs burst apart, the skin shredding up to her hips, revealing eight long ruddy colored tentacles. Slowly they unwound, stretching far father than her legs ever had before. She relished the freedom they gave as she twisted one then another to test it. She wiggled a little to see if she was mobile and found herself gliding easily through the water now. The tentacles fanned out around her hips, her body shifting into a comfortable shape. She touched them, interested in their rubbery but sensitive nature. Their undersides coated with delicate suckers. Each one responded with ease, and touching them was almost intimate. They responded with shifts and patterns of colors that crisscrossed their surface. Slowly her awareness returned to the present. She found herself marveling and afraid of this new change. She sat at the bottom of the harbor now, many meters from the canal mouth where she’d fallen in. Running her fingers down her newly sensitive skin she realized she had been given another life. What that life was, she wasn’t sure. She had no mirror, but she could feel the frill around her neck, and the water moving over her gills. She could feel the webbing of her fingers, and her tentacles lashing back and forth amidst the water, hiding her womanhood between their pulsing movements. Oh, she had checked, her fingers snaking down to the place were her legs used to merge, and she was indeed still woman, her womanly parts still there. Small blessings she thought, remembering that most squids she served in the diner kept beaky maws down there. The thought of food made her realize she was hungry though, and she slowly pulled off the last vestiges of her humanity, leaving her bra and blouse to float away as she swam slowly out of the small harbor. *** *** *** No one reported the missing woman for several days. And after a while she was forgotten by most save by an occasional mention of missing persons suspected of dying at the hands of ne’er-do-wells. Her things had washed up in nets and in the sea. Her purse turned up in a garbage pile, and they took her for dead. But under the waves she still lived, and stories surface around town of a mysterious woman that would sometimes appear on the beaches at dusk. A few told tales that she was a skilled lover who turned into a sea-monster, with tentacles that writhed in sensual pleasure. Others said she devoured her lovers. The few who knew were branded crazy, but deep in the waters she swam on. Her tentacles flicking gently as she slid through the cool caressing waves, her eyes keenly watching as small fish moved to flee from her deadly grasp.

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Title: Sylvari's Demon: Conversions by Sylvari Tags: F/F, Husky, Impregnation, Otter, Oviposition, Pheromones, Series, Tentacles Luna Tideswimmer growled angrily at her wall. She wasn't particularly angry at the wall, just what was on the other side of it, specifically a floozy husky and probably another female. Luna shuddered with disgust and turned off her television set, she had had enough of the disgusting acts taking place next door as she listened to that female husky scream particularly loud. Luna had moved into this apartment building with the expectation that the neighbors would leave each other alone much less disturb one another their sexual exploits at 7 AM in the morning. Luna was a sea otter from the west coast and had just turned 26. She stood around 5 feet 9 inches and had a fur coat of light brown with brown eyes. She was fairly plain looking and was well aware of the fact, dressing conservatively to cover it up. She was born to a very rich family that was highly conservative and old-fashioned. Luna's ancestors had made a fortune farming pearls and precious metal extraction from the sea floor. Luna herself ran the family operation in this part of the country and had made a name for herself from the successful ocean tide electrical generators her company had just installed in an unused part of the city harbor that supplied power to well over half the city. Luna had moved into her apartment here the same day the husky next door had. The two promptly ignored one another but Luna had been unable to overlook the fact that the husky was a lesbian and allowed her disgust show through anytime she had to interact with her neighbor. The mere thought of two females being together like that made Luna's stomach churn. Luna scowled in disgust at the moaning coming from next door and stormed to her door intent on interrupting whatever was happening next door and giving that wench a piece of her mind. She threw open the latch and opened the door, charged down the hallway with fire in her eyes. Luna slammed her fist on the husky's door three times; knocking so hard her paw throbbed with pain that only fueled her anger more. "O...one mi-minute!" came the answer from somewhere in the apartment with what sounded like shuffling and scrambling. Luna growled angrily and slammed on the husky's door again, harder this time. "Come on! I have words for you!" Luna listened closely and heard the faint sounds of the chain being taken off the door and the lock turned open. The door opened slowly revealing the female husky wearing a simple pink bathrobe that did nothing to preserve her modesty. A strange scent also wafted from the husky's apartment; pine, and lemon, and sherbet all at once, all the things that Luna adored and it seemed to dull her anger, but not enough to quell her rage. "Listen here, I'm sick of all the noise you make in here! I want it to stop; in fact, I want you to stop bringing your girls here so you can screw them!" Luna fumed at the husky. The husky seemed upset and distraught by Luna's rant which only bade Luna on. "You floozy!" The husky blushed under her fur and opened the door wider, "You...uh, heard all that?" "Yes and it's absolutely disgusting! Two females should not mate like you so think they should!" Luna was now firmly on top of her soapbox, her rant in full swing. "It is unnatural and horrible enough what you do. It is even more so that you subject others to your wild screams and debauched sex life. You should just move out and go somewhere else where they like that in a neighbor!" "If...if it helps any, I was watching the TV. My name is Sylvari by the way. You have no right to speak to me in such a way, I can do what I please in my home," the husky answered quietly. "Oh yeah? The TV was on, hm? What channel, what sort of sick program are you watching? I bet you have a hussy in here right now!" Luna seemed to want enter the apartment for some reason, something was pulling her subconscious strings. Luna reasoned that she wanted to find the other female inside and embarrass the husky even further. She pushed in and raced into the apartment fury flaring the otteress's eyes. "Hey, you can't just come in here!" Sylvari stumbled after the otteress clumsily, as if she wasn't used to walking on her own feet-paws. Luna simply ignored her realizing her anger was melting away with the overpoweringly lovely smells in the apartment. Luna desperately clung to her anger as her head started to swim as she assaulted through the apartment, the husky hot on her heels. Luna burst into the husky's bedroom and saw...nothing. There was the faint smell of sex in the room, overpowered by the delicious odor, but no one was in the bed as she thought there would be. Sylvari ran into the room right behind Luna only to find the otteress staring dully at the empty room. "I told you I was alone, now get out." Luna looked around, her head swimming and she turned to look at the husky. Her gaze stopped dead as she took in what the husky really looked like. She had long black hair and a perfect body shape, nice breasts that were hardly concealed by the flimsy bathrobe. She had long, perfect digigrade legs and beautiful eyes that seemed to pull Luna in and refuse to let her go. Luna realized somewhere in her mind that she was not concealing her ogling very well, but found that the majority of her mind didn't care. "Listen, no one is here and I'll keep the TV down. Just leave, I want to be alone today!" Sylvari growled lowly, and then stopped. The otteress seemed spaced out and was definitely giving her a once over. A dawning realization came to Sylvari, her new pheromones were working overtime on the otteress and she had to get Luna out quickly before the female took complete leave of her senses. Sylvari went and grabbed the female by the shoulders and started walking Luna back to the front door. Luna shook her head and looked down and finding herself treated to a view of the husky's breasts as she let herself be guided out of the bedroom. They were perfect and incredibly attractive, Luna though, the fact that she was repulsed by other females somehow slipping by her. She reached up with one paw and grasped Sylvari's breast and squeezed gently. Sylvari jumped at the touch and looked down quickly finding the otteress's forepaw burrowing beneath the bathrobe she wore and squeezing lightly on her breast. The grasp sent shocks of pleasure rising through Sylvari and she stopped dead in her tracks. Sylvari felt her own paw slipping down and grasping the otteress's own breast. Luna stepped in front of Sylvari and slowly let her paws undo the knot that kept the bathrobe held together. Sylvari shrugged the robe off her shoulders and pressed her body against the otteress. Luna looked up at Sylvari and brought her lips to the huskies and the two kissed long and deep, their tongues dancing and entwining with one another's. Slowly the two females slipped down to the floor, Sylvari's paws unbuttoning the otteress's blouse and sliding the shirt off of her shoulders. Next the paws dipped down to the hem of Luna's work pants and slid them off of her body. Luna broke the kiss and realized she was down to just her underwear. The last vestige of her rational mind yelled at her to stop, that she wasn't a lesbian but the lust driven part hushed it up and returned her attention to the deliciously seductive husky in front of her. Reaching back Luna undid her bra clasp and let the garment fall to the floor. She leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Sylvari's neck trailing more kisses down to the husky's cleavage and up onto her right breast. Luna looked up and felt Sylvari's paws cup her head and slowly guided her mouth to the already erect nipple. Luna sighed and then kissed the nipple in front of her, latching onto it and started suckling lightly. She was surprised when something leaked from the husky's teat; sweet milk that seemed to set her on fire. Luna suckled longer drawing more and more milk that started a fire deep inside her that slid along her spine coming to rest in her nethers. Sylvari finally guided the otteress's head away and back upwards where the two once again shared a deep, passionate kiss. Sylvari ran her paws down the otteress body, stopping to cup the small B cup breasts that resided on the otters' chest. Syl's paws wandered down and grasped the thin fabric of the otteress's panties and pulled. Luna let a small eep escape her lips as she felt her last bit of clothing simply torn away, and suddenly she was on her back as Sylvari ground her pussy lips against Luna's. Luna gasped and bucked against the husky on top of her and the otters' paw found its way to the husky's breast, squeezing and massaging it. A small amount of that wonderful milk leaked onto Luna's paw and she sucked greedily at it. Sylvari began to moan and grind harder and harder into the female below her. Luna gasped as she felt something poke at her pussy; it had felt like something ethereal was trying to gain entrance into her. The otteress gasped again as the thing poked and prodded repeatedly at her secret place, Luna's mind beyond making the connection that the husky's moans of pleasure coincided with the prodding at her lips. Slowly, at first, the thing slipped into the otteress, squirming and gyrating as it slid deeper and deeper into her. Luna gasped and grabbed onto Sylvari's hips trying to pull the husky more solidly onto herself. The thing inside Luna twisted and squirmed deep into her uterus touching every part of her insides. Sexual juices stared to flow freely from both females as their moans began to sync for every twitch of the strange appendage buried inside the otteress Luna and Syl cried out in ecstasy. Syl reached down and started to massage and grope the small otter's breasts speaking as the strange tentacle slide farther and farther into the female beneath her. Sylvari suddenly became innately aware of the female beneath her, feeling her succubae powers start to flow in the otteress through the tentacle that now began to pull the egg from Sylvari's womb. As the tendril breached Luna's cervix and started to curl into her womb and attach to itself to the walls of its new home. The otteress gave a gasp of delight as Syl focused her transformative powers on Luna's body by mere instinct. Luna gasped as the thing inside her slid deeper than any male had before. She felt what seemed like electricity flowing from it and straight into her body. Sylvari began grinding and moving faster, digging into Luna harder and massaging the small otter tits more quickly. Suddenly all the energy started to coalesce around her Luna's tits. Strange and powerful pleasures began to roll out from Luna's breasts sinking into her brain as the otter squirmed and arched her back. Beneath Sylvari's finger Luna's breasts started to glow with a bluish light. The otteress's breasts began to grow, slowly at first then more quickly as Sylvari felt her own orgasm near. Luna's breasts expanded one, then two cup sizes going from a small B to a very generous D cup. Luna felt her breasts expand underneath the husky's paws and cried out as her whole body clenched from the pleasure that swept through her. Her back arched and juices poured out of her slit as the orgasm crashed through Luna's body robbing her mind of even forming simple pictures, all she knew was the whitewash of immense ecstasy. Sylvari also threw her head back as the demonic egg spread her lips wide, pulling itself into the female otter. Syl pushed her lips hard against the otteress's and felt the egg start to crown both in her and in Luna as it pulled into her. Slowly Syl's lips closed with a pop and wave after wave of orgasmic rapture tore Syl's mind asunder. After being denied the release she craved by the demoness's assaults on her this orgasm was nirvana. Luna started to come down off of her first orgasm when she felt Syl press hard onto her, her own lips spreading wide and taking something large in. Luna again threw her head back as the thing somehow seemed to pull on her womb and gain entrance into her uterus. Luna writhed and moaned as whatever it was crawled into her spreading her out as it slid deeper and deeper, following the ghost appendages previous travels. The thing slowed as it bumped her cervix sending off another wave of sublime pleasure. Luna was vaguely aware that her cervix opened and the large object simply popped into her womb and then it felt like it detonated. Sylvari watched from her orgasmic afterglow as the small bump in Luna's belly crept up and up, slowing only once and setting Luna into another fire of pleasure. Suddenly, with one last movement the small bump under the otteress skin vanished and Luna's entire being was engulfed in a low blue light. The otteress's eye flew open to reveal them changing from brown to a vibrant green. Luna's claws, nipples and nether lips shifted from a natural light brown color to a vibrant green as well. Even the otteress's brown headfur shifted from plain dark brown to a glowing, viridian. Luna's entire body shifted becoming slightly taller and becoming much more attractive with curves blossoming in all the right places. Slowly the blue light shifted to green and withdrew into the Luna. She opened her eyes once, locking them onto Sylvari's with nothing but a deep needy love present in them and then simply passed out. Sylvari collapsed on top of the inert otter herself too worn to do much more than wrap her arms around her new servant and drift off to sleep.

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Title: Dr May Reid's Reunion Dinner Ch. 04 Tags: incest, mother and son, oral, anal, mature, young man He woke with his alarm at six-thirty. He shaved and showered. As he dressed he heard Sue in the bathroom, she was singing 'Oh what a beautiful day' he would dress casually for the day then wear something more formal for the evening. He sent Sue a birthday greeting on WhatsApp; it read, "To the best mother in the world. I wish you a wonderful day. I am so looking forward to spending time today with you. I have just checked out online; the results are out. I have a Doctorate with Distinction. I am even proud of myself." "I want today to be a special day for you. If there's anything that you want to do then tell me and we will do. Lots of hugs and kisses, your Paul." He then checked online, and the results were posted at two minutes past twelve this morning. He heard Sue going to the kitchen. He put the voucher in his back waistband so she wouldn't see it when he went into the kitchen. He heard her on her smartphone then she said, "Darling, where are you?" He went into the kitchen and took her in his arms and said, "Happy Birthday, I hope that you have a wonderful day." Her arms were holding him close, she said, "Darling, thank you, we will both have a wonderful day. I am so proud of you. A Doctorate with Distinction, how many people have one of those. You have made my life so worthwhile. What an achievement. I am so happy and so proud of you. Today will be special." She then pulled him close to her. She leaned up, and their lips met. Then he felt her tongue enter his mouth as she pulled him more closely to him. He felt the weight of her breasts on his chest then her pussy pushing hard with a circular motion against his leg. Her tongue was so deep in his mouth now. She was teasing the inside of his mouth. Her hands were exploring his body. She said, "I must stop, but I don't want to. I must make breakfast then you drive me to the Pampered Lady. Paul, I love you with all my heart. We are both adults. We both have needs and desires. I want to give you relief to your needs and desires, and I want you to give me relief to my desires and needs." He replied, "I want the same. I love you too with all my heart. It makes me happy to know that I make you proud." The kissed a long slow passionate kiss again with so much feeling. Breakfast was ready twenty minutes later. Sue went to the bathroom, and Paul filled the dishwasher. When Sue came back into the kitchen, he gave her the voucher. When she opened it there was tears in her eyes. She said, "I am going to change the way I look today. I am going to change the way that I dress. I am doing it all for you. I have checked out so many of the outfits at the boutique. I have checked out the lingerie too. You are going to like what I buy today. Thank you for this outstanding gift." He dropped her off at five to eight. He went to the University; his name stood alone at the top of the list. He took a picture and WhatsApped it to Sue. He had now received a few congratulatory messages from his classmates. He also received six emails from the top Law Firms inviting him for an interview. He then emailed them back giving a note of the dates in the next two weeks when he would be available. He also asked them to note that he would be on holiday until the middle of August. He then emailed George, his manager, the picture of his list and that he was thinking of having a Monday to Friday job but keep his weekend job going. Five minutes later he had a reply from George which congratulated him on an outstanding degree. He then said that the company spent over five million a year on Legal Fees and he should set up his firm and he would get all the business as he knew the car hire business inside out. He asked Paul to give this a bit of thought. Paul was surprised that he hadn't thought of it first. Sue sent a picture of her freshly manicured foot nails. The picture showed her legs from the middle of her thighs. He replied telling him about the six emails from the top law firms. He also told her about the five million the car hire firm paid in legal fees. She replied, "We will never starve darling. What margins do law firms run on? Go to each of the interviews; you will learn a lot. It's easy enough to set up an office. I have several patients who are lawyers but no longer work. We will check everything out. Can't wait to see you. My hair is perfect. I have learned so much today. I think that I would come back here once a month. It's expensive, but it's worth it." He answered, "Sixty per cent and sixty per cent of five million is three million. It is worth thinking about. I will be outside at one. How is the Champagne?" She replied, "Wow, that's a lot of money. Darling, we have a lot of money. Would you like mummy to look after you? Mummy would like you to look after her this afternoon. Let us take our time; we have all afternoon. I am overjoyed with what has happened today. I am fifty, and you have a Doctorate in Law with Distinction all in the same day. The Champagne is Taittinger; this place has a bit of class. I have bought some new outfits, and I will buy more for France. People will think, 'Look at that well-dressed woman with that handsome and intelligent man', I love you." He replied, "Mummy, whatever you want I will do for you. I am very open-minded, I love only pleasure, no pain. We will take our time. I have checked that the duo tonight is the same duo from the Reunion dinner. Buy something red for tonight, and you will be my Lady in Red." She answered, "I already have, red is a colour that suits me. I have bought so much today. It was so kind of you to give me the voucher. They are putting the finishing touches on me. You won't recognise me. See you at one." Paul then drove to the Pampered Lady. He sat outside waiting for her. He had to look twice when she came out of the boutique with two of the staff carrying her shopping bags. Sue looked stunning. Her hair, her makeup and the outfit that she was wearing suited her perfectly. He got out of the car and took the shopping bags from the two ladies. He took Sue in his arms and hugged her. He said, "You look fantastic. I had to take a second look. You look as though you are in your mid-thirties. That's some outfit." The outfit was unbelievable. It showed her hourglass figure beautifully. Her breasts looked enormous, and the length of her skirt showed off her beautiful legs. He drove her home, and they carried the shopping bags into the house. Sue took several items out of the bags and hung them in the wardrobe. They then walked to the Italian restaurant. Sue said, "Let's have one course. I was thinking of cancelling it, but we had made the booking. Your Doctorate is the best birthday present ever. I can't wait to tell people. I am so proud." They arrived at the restaurant and were shown to their table. Paul ordered a bottle of Champagne, and they both went for the same veal main course. They toasted each other with the Champagne. Sue said, "I enjoyed this morning, I feel good. Norma, the stylist, is excellent. She has given me a list of cosmetics to buy. She is a talented woman. She is the boss; she owns the Pampered Lady and the Boutique. I am going to treat myself and go for the Platinum Package every month. Norma has a problem with her tooth so I will see her tomorrow morning at eight-thirty. Her teeth are not good; I can help her." They left the restaurant just after two-fifteen. The walked back to the apartment. They had their arms around each other, gently touching each other. The got into the lounge, and they kissed again. Sue said, "We can have some Champagne later, let's get comfortable and enjoy each other." A minute later they were both naked. Sue had a fabulous body. It was an hourglass figure. Her vulva was superb, smooth and swollen with a perfect slit. She took his cock in her hands and said, "That's enormous, I have never seen one as big." She went down on him. He then lay on the carpet in a position that allowed them to sixty-nine. Her pussy smelt wonderful, using two fingers he spread her cunt lips open, out popped an enormous hooded clit. It was like a little cock. He ran his tongue around it teasing it with slow licks, she opened her legs wide and pushed her clit against his mouth. She was focusing on his now very hard cock, her tongue and lips were everywhere. She was easily taking his full length without gagging. For the next twenty-five minutes, they slowly teased and aroused each other. She was very wet. He was sure that she had cum twice as two times he had felt the warmth of her sweet cum. She had often moaned with pleasure. Using her cunt juices as lube, he had slid two fingers inside her ass. She loved it; she pushed her ass against the fingers. He knew then that he had to give it to her in both holes. Five minutes later her ass was ready for him. He bent her over the sofa then went behind her. He went into her hot pussy doggy style for ten strokes. She had taken it quickly and was gripping his cock as he went in and out of her. He then pulled out. He centred the crown of his cock on the centre of her ass hole. With a gentle push, his cock vanished inside her ass. He then started to ride her ass with a powerful rhythm as his two fingers were stimulating her hard clit. He just kept grinding into her. He felt her first vaginal orgasm after ten minutes. The bulbous tip of his cock was stimulating her G-spot. Her second vaginal orgasm was massive, she shook and trembled with it. It came five minutes after her first orgasm. He pulled out then went back inside her hot wet pussy doggy style. For the next thirty minutes, he pounded her hard and deep. Her pussy was squelching with her cunt juices. He was rubbing her clit as he rode her. She loved it. Sue was a fantastic ride. She did subtle little things that gave a lot of pleasure. The way she put her hand on his balls and massaged them. She had taken some of her cunt juice on her middle finger then slid it up his ass. They both climaxed within seconds of each other. He had exploded inside her. She then gripped his cock at the base and held him inside her. She held him for two minutes then he slid out. She turned around, and they kissed so gently but with so much feeling. She said, "That was, without doubt, the best fuck of my life. That's the first time in my life that I have been ass fucked. I loved it. I had two vaginal orgasms when you ass fucked me. That's amazing. Let me get some Champagne, we both deserve it." They sat on the sofa chatting; Sue said, "I can't get your Doctorate with Distinction, out of my head. You have the world at your feet. Go to the six firms that have approached you. They must sell themselves to you as you have already sold yourself to them. I don't mind financing you in setting up your firm. George is right, you know the car hire business inside out. That could be the way to go." He replied, "I have written two specialist papers. The University has recognised them. That's all it is. It's a good thing to have after your name, and it will, without doubt, open many doors. You are right in what you say. There's no pressure on me, and that's a good thing. You should go to the Pampered Lady once a month, but I will pamper you every day." They started to kiss and touch. She loved to go down and suck his cock, and he loved to eat her pussy. There was nothing rushed with their movements. They were both taking their time just enjoying being intimate together. Paul was now lying on the carpet, and Sue went on top of him. She soon had a steady rhythm going as she went up and down on him using her feet and legs to generate power. He loved how her massive breasts were swaying with her movements. At five-forty-five they both orgasmed within seconds of each other. She sat on top of him holding his cock inside her. She leaned forward, and they kissed with a lot of affection. She said, "That was wonderful, it just gets better and better. Let's shower together then we can both dress for dinner. I have bought something special for tonight. When you are dressed could you wait in the lounge as I want to surprise you?" He agreed to do this. Then they showered, both washing the other's bodies. They dried themselves then went to their respective bedrooms to dress. Paul dressed then sat in the lounge with a glass of Champagne. He was amazed at how the day had gone with Sue, from that first intimate kiss. It had all felt so natural. They were so comfortable together. She was his mother, but now she was his lover. He wondered how she felt; he would ask her after they had made love tonight. He had no problem with it at all, and he didn't think that she had either. At ten past seven, Sue came into the lounge. She looked stunning; she was wearing a low cut red dress which hugged her figure and empathised her massive breasts. She was wearing her long pearls but in three strings. They looked terrific as they hung between her breasts. She was wearing a beautiful diamond ring on her finger. Her shoes matched. Paul stood up, and they kissed. He said, "My lady in red, you look ravishing. The Pampered Lady is good for you. You look stunning; I am proud to be your partner this evening. Let me get you a glass of Champagne." She replied, "Thank you, that was a beautiful thing to say. I am also proud to be your partner. I am so looking forward to this evening." They finished their Champagne and arrived at the Colonial precisely on seven-thirty. He ordered a bottle of Champagne and a Chateaubriand medium rare. Sue said, "I once cooked a Chateaubriand with Bearnaise sauce. It came out well. I have still got the recipe for the sauce. I will cook that for you one night. It's straightforward to do. Do you know when the band will start?" He asked a waiter and was told that they played from eight until eleven. The duo started at eight; it was the same two who had played at the Reunion dinner. They had three dances before their meal was served. The meal was delicious. Paul arranged for Lady in Red to be sung for today's Birthday girl Sue. Sue was impressed. They danced a lot. They stayed and danced until eleven. They both had enjoyed the evening. They walked home arm in arm. Sue said, "I'm so happy that we have crossed the line, I wish that we had done it earlier, I feel good. I love your cock. I can't wait to feel him inside me again." He replied, "I'm happy too. How would mummy like to be fucked tonight?" Sue said, "Any way that you want to but I would like you to ass fuck me doggy style as that gives me intense orgasms. We have had a lot of sex today, and I have loved every minute of it. The more time we spend together, the better the sex will get." They arrived home and went into the lounge. They were both naked a minute later. Paul sat on the sofa and Sue went down on him. For the next fifteen minutes, she teased his hard cock with her tongue, lips and fingers. Paul's middle finger was making a circular motion on her hard clit. He noticed that her cunt was getting very wet, he then wondered if sucking cock aroused her. He was using her cunt juice to lube her ass. He now had three fingers inside her ass. He bent her over the sofa then slipped his cock into her ass doggy style. She took the full length with the first thrust. He soon had a powerful rhythm going. Sue loved it and was moaning with pleasure. Paul was stimulating her clit two fingers. Five minutes later Sue had a vaginal orgasm. It was a powerful one as she was shaking with it. Ten minutes later she had her second, and it was more potent than the first. He then pulled out of her ass and went into her cunt doggy style. He was taking it very slowly; every thrust was slow and deep. She loved it as every move was deliberate. He was rubbing her clit at the same tempo as his slow thrusts. She was gripping his cock at the base and the tip. He kept this up for the next thirty minutes. They both climaxed within seconds of each other. He pulled out and turned her around. They kissed with a lot of tenderness and affection. Sue said, "Darling, thank you for this wonderful day. This morning was excellent. Lunch then this afternoon's lovemaking was fabulous. Dinner and this evening have been amazing. Thank you so much." They kissed again then went to Sue's bedroom. As they lay in bed, Sue said, "I was thinking about inviting May around for supper. Would you like a threesome with her and me? On another evening I could invite Carol. That would give you a lot of variety. Darling, would you like that?"

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Title: Best Friends Forever Ch. 02 Tags: young lovers, first time sex, best friends *This is a the continuation of my story about my best friend and me on our road to discovery. It is a recollection of our first time pleasuring each other. I really loved her and fondly remember these experiences from twenty years ago. I hope you enjoy this second chapter that I have been slow to write. Thank you for your patience and all your positive comments. You have inspired me to give it another try. Depending on further feedback, I'll continue my story. For now, I hope you enjoy Chapter Two.* \- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After our first physical experience together, our relationship changed from a purely platonic relationship to one of deep love and desire for each other. Holly began to change from her tomboy ways. Holly began to dress more feminine and even started to wear a little make-up. She blossomed before my eyes and I was stricken. Although I had always been attracted to Holly, her physical beauty became irresistible. I had always loved Holly as a friend, but this was different. We were both young, but suddenly we found ourselves deeply in love. Our connection transcended just the physical, as we had developed a deep admiration for each other over the years. We were genuine friends and suddenly, we couldn't stop thinking about each other and wanted to spend as much time together as possible. We drove together between the Community College and our homes each day, as it allowed us some private time together during our commute, to talk and lightly touch each other. Generally, we took things slow and just held hands, kissed and hugged a lot. But we were young and in love and our hormones were raging! It was about two weeks later before we were finally able to find some privacy together. We were working on a joint class project at Holly's house, when her parents decided that they were going to go out for dinner. They asked us if we both wanted to join them, as they long ago accepted me as part of their family. If her family was heading out to do something and Holly was asked to go, it was almost automatic that the invitation was extended to me as well. Likewise, my family had long ago accepted Holly as another one of the family. So when Holly's parents invited us for dinner, it was no big deal when we declined. They both knew we took our studies seriously and that we were no longer the little kids that had grown up together. I wondered if they noticed the more recent changes in our relationship. After Holly's parent's had left the house, we were finally alone in the house. We stood there by the door for a minute to make sure we heard the car leave and then lustily looked into each others eyes. Holly stepped over to me first and we instantly fused our bodies together in a passionate embrace. Our tongues were playing a game of who could find the others tonsils first, and our hands were all over each other. My cock was fully erect and pressed into Holly's abdomen. Likewise, I could feel Holly's nipples pressed into my chest through our shirts. I knew it wouldn't be long before we would be sampling each others wares once more. "Come on, let's go to my room. I have something to show you," Holly said, finally breaking the breathless embrace between the two of us. My mind instantly went into high gear at the possibilities behind what she was saying. My imagination ran all the possible scenarios through my mind and I couldn't wait. "What do you have to show me that you couldn't show me before, when your parent's were here?" I teasingly and coyly asked. I knew how I hoped Holly would respond, but I could only hope Holly would be thinking of one of the same scenarios that had already rushed through my mind. "Why don't you follow me handsome, or shall I go alone?" she stated while turning and beginning to leave the entryway. I immediately scooted after her in anticipation and we headed up the front staircase to her room. Entering her bedroom, Holly held the door as I went past her and then she turned and locked the door. "Just incase the warden's decide to return and make a surprise inspection!" she joked. "Wouldn't want to get caught in an embarrassing situation would we?" "Well, I don't know?" I replied. "Sounds like it could be fun!" We both laughed. Holly turned from locking the door, walked over to me and kissed me again. "I've got something that I've been dying to show you ever since the first time," Holly said with excitement. Oh God almighty, I thought. I'm finally going to the Promised Land! My mind was already three steps ahead as my mouth went dry and I tried to swallow. "Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked in anticipation. "Well I wanted to show you a couple magazines that I 'borrowed' from a stash my brother had hidden in his room," Holly said. "You remember me telling you about the magazines I found in my parents room, don't you?" "Of course I remember! How can I forget? It was your question about them that's lead us to where we are now," I answered. "Why do you ask?" Holly replied, "Because the magazines my father had were mild in comparison to what I found hidden in my brother stash! You've got to see some of them, because I don't know how to explain what the people are doing in the pictures." She hesitated for a minute and then continued, while gently pleading, "I want you to help me understand better what the people are doing so that I know what to do if you ever want me to do these types of things with you. I know I can trust you, but only you! And I could never ask my mom about the pictures? I'd rather die first!" I looked at her in surprise and said, "Holly, you don't ever have to worry about doing something wrong. If we're honest with each other, we can discover what we like together regardless of what other people are doing in magazines." Holly smiled at me, as I think my statement strengthened her confidence. I continued, "But, I have a question. Why do you think I'll have all the answers?" "It's something you said a couple weeks ago after you had your first orgasm with me," Holly timidly said. "You said that you'd never had a more powerful orgasm before or something like that. Somehow, I got the impression that you might have had some experience with these kinds of things. Am I right?" I chuckled and looked her in the eyes. "Well sort of," I responded. "What do you mean?" Holly asked a little puzzled by my answer. Still smiling I began, "Well, it's a little embarrassing to just flat out tell you, but let's just say that the orgasms I had with you were not the first orgasms I've ever had." Still slightly confused by my reply Holly continued, "What exactly do you mean? And you don't have to be embarrassed with me. I know you've dated other girls and now that I know how good an orgasm can feel, I understand why you probably had sex with those other girls. Before two weeks ago, I never even knew what an orgasm was. Now, wow! I can't get the memory of how it feels out of my head." I looked at Holly for a few seconds as I thought about how to reply. "Holly, I know I really shouldn't be embarrassed about this but it's just that I've never told anybody this," I began. I hesitated for a moment and then said, "I'm a virgin, well at least, technically speaking." "Huh? What are you saying? How can you be a virgin if you've had sex with other girls?" Holly quizzed. I replied, "Well, first off, I've fooled around with some of the girls I dated, but I've never had intercourse with any of those girls. We just played around a bit, mostly just fondling each other with our hands or rubbing ourselves against each others bodies. A couple of times I had an orgasm from a girl stroking my penis. But I've never been inside a woman's vagina and by my understanding, that technically, makes me a virgin!" I paused for a moment while Holly pondered what I had said. Holly finally broke the silence, a questioning look on her face, and asked, "So you've only had a couple orgasms before we shared those ones a couple weeks ago? I thought you meant that you've had quite a few." I smiled at her again as I continued, "Well, technically, I have had quite a few orgasms before." I could see the confusion in Holly's face and body language, so I preempted her next question by saying, "I know what you're going to ask. Let me explain. I, ah, how can I explain it? Again, it's something that I've never told anybody and it's a little personal. I'm not used to talking to anybody about these kinds of things!" Holly moved against me and put her arms around me. She kissed me gently and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry! It's new for me too, being so frank about the subject. I want us to be able to share everything together." Getting my confidence and knowing that I trusted her completely, I finally looked back into her eyes and said, "Well, you know, sometimes I relieve myself!" Whew! There, I said it! The truth was out that I liked to masturbate. Doesn't everybody? Confused for a moment, Holly pondered what I had just revealed to her. Slowly, a small smile appeared in the corner of her mouth and she said, "Well, that I'd like to see! I guess it's perfectly natural from what I've seen in the magazine pictures. I guess I just never imagined you doing that. Why were you so embarrassed to tell me?" "Well it's just not something a person goes around broadcasting to the world. It's personal! Do you go around telling people that you masturbate?" I asked. Holly laughed at my statement and then added, "Well, to tell the truth, prior to two weeks ago, I've never even thought about masturbation before. But from what I've seen in some of these magazines, maybe I'm missing something? Maybe you can teach me?" Holly gave me a devilish grin. Stunned, I looked at Holly in wonder. Finally I said, "You mean you've never pleased yourself by touching or rubbing yourself?" "No, not really!" she replied, suddenly remembering something. "Other than when we used to wrestle and I'd pin you to the ground. A couple of times I felt the hardness of you against me as I sat on top you and how good it felt to rub against you. But I never did anything about it. If you remember, you had me so worked up two weeks ago that when you touched me down there, I exploded almost instantly with an orgasm. God! That felt so good!" she said reminiscing. I was stunned by Holly's confession but I guess, in retrospect, I wasn't too surprised. But I wondered how an 18 year old girl could never have pleased herself. I mean, I'd been abusing myself for years. I just assumed everyone else did. "Well, I've got an idea!" I said to Holly. Holly replied, "What's that?" I pulled Holly against me tightly and wrapped my arms around her. I moved my lips against hers and kissed her. She responded by moving against me and we kissed like there would be no tomorrow. My hands moved down her body, while her hands did the same to mine. Her touch was driving me crazy and my cock quickly came back to full attention as we ground our bodies into each other and rubbed each others backs. I moved my hands down to Holly's ass and pulled her even harder into my engorged cock. She didn't seem to mind as she openly started to grind herself against my hardness. I could hear her breathing getting a little ragged and could feel our hearts beating faster and faster. At that moment, I knew I was madly in love with her and I wanted her in every way possible. Slowly I moved Holly backwards towards her bed. As her legs brushed up against the bed, I gently pushed her backwards until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. We remained kissing and feeling each other backs as she sat down on the bed and I bent over. My cock was aching so badly with desire that it almost hurt. I finally knelt between her legs facing her so that her chest pressed against my face. Holly pulled my face up towards her mouth and we kissed some more. After a minute or so, I leaned back a bit so I could get a look at her. "Holly, you are so beautiful and I wanted to tell you that I'm in love with you!" I said. "Oh, baby! If only you knew how crazy I am about you! I've been in love with you for a long time but I never knew how to tell you," Holly replied. I was a bit stunned by her words, as she kissed me again. Our bodies felt so good against each other. As we caught our breath again, I said to her, "Well, why didn't you say something? I've been crazy about you too but I didn't want to risk losing you as a friend if you didn't feel the same way." Holly began to weep as she said, "And I didn't want to risk losing you! I don't know if I could live without you in my life. You're my best friend and it hurts so bad inside when I'm apart from you for even a couple days." I held Holly tenderly and we wept together. My body was bursting with love and it felt good. "Let's make an agreement to always be honest with each other," I suggested. "If only we had known a long time ago how we felt about each other? Wait! Let's not worry about the past. Let's just move forward! I'm just happy to be with you now!" "And I'm happy to be with you too," Holly said. I leaned forward and began kissing Holly again. She responded as I began to kiss her neck and moved my hands to her breasts. Slowly I cupped her full breasts in my hands and began to knead them. Her nipples gutted into my hands and she sighed loudly. "Oh, baby! Please just suck my nipples for me. I need you so bad!" Holly begged. Holly began to undo the buttons to her blouse but I stopped her. I looked into her eyes and said, "Let me do that for you sweetheart! I want you to just relax and enjoy yourself!" Slowly I undid each button, teasing her as her breathing increased with each button. Holly's chest heaved in and out and her nipples looked like they were going to burst through her blouse at any second. God, she was so hot! I undid the last button and open her shirt revealing a luscious pair of breasts clad in a semi-transparent pink brassiere. Holly's hard nipples and dark areolas protruded through the soft semi-transparent fabric and they looked incredible. I couldn't wait to get my mouth around them! I move closer and took a brassiere clad nipple into my mouth. Holly gasped and threw her hands around my head so that I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. I loved every second of it as Holly went wild and moaned and thrashed about. It excited me just to see and feel her reaction. After a few minutes of sucking on her nipples through the fabric of Holly's brassiere, I needed to have an unimpeded feel of her skin in my mouth and in my hands. Without breaking the connection of my mouth on Holly's nipple, I reached around her and began to struggle with the clasp of her bra. After a few unsuccessful attempts, Holly urgently pushed me back, reached behind her back and deftly undid the clasp for me. I broke the connection for a brief moment, and Holly's bra fell to the floor. God! I almost came right there. Holly had the most beautiful and perfect pair of breasts in the World! As I cupped my hands around Holly's breasts, I sucked a nipple back into my mouth. Holly's breasts were so incredible, firm, but yet so soft at the same time. I wasted no time as I sucked each nipple, alternately, into my mouth and swirled my tongue around each. Holly's hands were back around my head holding me tight as I felt the tension in her body build to a crescendo. I really didn't know what I was doing, but I figured I must have been doing something right, as Holly seemed to be really enjoying the ministrations that I was more than happy to perform on her beautiful breasts. The harder I sucked, the louder Holly moaned. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop! I'm almost there!" Holly begged. I sucked a little harder and squeezed her breasts a little more firmly. I was so turned on by Holly's reactions, her delightful moans and giggles. I knew that I wouldn't be long before Holly wouldn't be able to hold off any longer. Sure enough, she suddenly tensed up and cried, "Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Holly seemed to lose all control and I had to hold her from falling over as her body convulsed in spasms. I was amazed, but happy to see her in such a state. I knew how good it felt to have the release after an intense build up. I felt nothing but love for her as I watched her slowly wind down from her orgasm and regain her composure. I put my ear to her heart and listened to the rhythm of her beat as I hugged her close. Holly finally gently pushed me back and drew my mouth to hers. She kissed me deeply and then said, "Oh baby! That was so intense! I can't begin to tell you how good you make me feel. I love you so much and want you so badly!" Those were the sweetest words a man can ever hear from a woman and I smiled at her. Soon enough that time would come but I had another surprise for Holly first. "I love you too, Holly and I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself. But, I have a question I need to ask you before we go any further," I said. Holly replied as she looked at me with admiration on her face, "Anything my love! You can ask me anything!" I placed my hands on Holly's hips as I looked back at her and smiled. "I'd like to pleasure you some more but this time I'd like to use my tongue down lower. You know, on your pussy! Will that be okay?" I ventured. Sort of startled, Holly let the idea sink in for a moment, and smiled back at me. "I don't know baby! I've never had that done before. I'm not sure you'd want to because I feel real wet and slimy down there right now?" Encouraged by Holly's answer and her lack of a total denial, I pressed on. "Well, I've never been surer of anything in my life before and it would bring me so much joy to be able to pleasure you this way. I just want to show you how much pleasure you brought me the last time you did it for me," I responded. "But what if I don't like it?" Holly asked. "Then we stop," I responded. "No questions asked! I'll never do anything that you don't want me to Holly. I want you to trust me completely." Holly thought for a moment and shyly smiled at me. "Well, I guess it would be okay if you want to. I love you and I already trust you completely. You should know that after all this time!" I couldn't help but kiss Holly again as I was so excited about what was about to happen. I had never performed oral sex on a woman before but if everything I had ever read about oral sex was true, I knew she was going to enjoy it. I'd just watch her reactions and go from there! "Why don't you lay back on your bed and I'll just stay on my knees?" I said. Holly smiled and nervously lay back on the bed. I put my hands on her stomach and felt a small jump. Her breasts giggled as I gently rubbed her naked abdomen. "You are so beautiful Holly! I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!" I said. I lowered my hand to undo the button on her jeans. With the button undone, I lifted the fly and slowly unzipped her pants. I could feel the warmth of her pussy as my hand passed within fractions of an inch. I thought I detected a faint scent that only a beautiful woman could produce. We'd find out for sure in a moment. With the zipper down the entire way, I placed both my hands on the waist of her pants and asked Holly to lift her hips for me. As she did, I pulled her pants down from under her butt and lowered them to her knees. Holly's body quivered as I stopped to look at the cute little pink panties that she wore. I could tell she was really wet as there was a noticeable dark spot on the front and between her legs. I lowered my face as I inhaled deeply. Sure enough her womanly scent filled my nostrils and my cock strained against the confines of my pants. I knew I was moments away from being in Heaven. I removed Holly's pants the remainder of the way down her legs and pulled them off her completely leaving nothing but a small pair of pink panties on her otherwise naked body. Her nipples were fully erect and her breathing was already sounding ragged. I wondered how she would feel as I leaned back towards her crotch and gently blew over the front of her panties. "Oh, God!" Holly cried. "That feels so incredibly good! Touch me now! Or kiss me! I've got to feel your touch, baby!" Wanting to enjoy the entire experience, I quickly reached up and pulled her panties down and under her butt. As I finished sliding them off her legs, I leaned forward and spread her legs to give me complete access to her womanhood. God, she was beautiful and her pussy glistened in the light as I lowered my face to her pussy. Holly's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, just as I had hoped. Stretching my tongue as far as it'd go; I licked the folds of her pussy and tasted her sweetness for the first time. Holly responded by jumping slightly in surprise, but quickly settling back down. I licked her lips again and again as the folds of her pussy began to open up to me. It was pure joy as I swirled my tongue around inside her pussy and flicked the tip of my tongue at the top of her pussy. Holly began moaning loudly and she began thrusting her hips up to meet my tongue as I ventured inside her. I noticed her clitoris start to become erect and decided to give that a lick. As my tongue touched the clit for the very first time, Holly suddenly clamped her legs against my head and screamed in pleasure. He body tensed up completely and I felt a rush of fluid escape from inside her vagina onto my chin. I tried to lap up her juices as they leaked from her pussy but Holly was moving around too much and my head was locked between her strong legs. So I enjoyed the ride, while I wait for her to release me. As Holly finally calmed down, I firmed pushed her legs apart and started to lick her juices from wherever they had leaked. I began by running my tongue up the inside of her legs and then below her pussy towards her butt. Finally, I turned my attention back to her pussy and licked as deep into her pussy as I could reach with my tongue. Holly seemed to enjoy this as she once again moved her hips as my tongue delved deeper into her inner sanctum. Her clitoris looked to be in need of some more attention, so I licked my way up to the top of her pussy and gently sucked her clitoris into my mouth. Holly moaned as before and ground her pussy up into my face. I decided to take a chance as I lowered one of my hands between her legs and slid a finger into Holly's vagina. I felt her pussy grip my finger as she ground her pussy against my tongue and finger. The motion became a little more rapid as her breathing began to get faster. I slid a second finger in her pussy as she really started humping my hand. Holly thrashed about. Her legs again squeezed against my head, but with my face ground against her clitoris and my fingers probing her cunt as she thrust back and forth, I had a little more freedom to do as I pleased. As I sucked her entire engorged clitoris into my mouth, her body once again tensed up and she cried out in joy as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body. Her pussy gapped open as a flood of juice leaked from inside. But this time I was able to catch most of it with my tongue as I hungrily devoured ever ounce of her delicious fluid. I was totally drunk from her sweet nectar and couldn't get enough. Unfortunately, Holly pushed me back as she panted and asked me to stop. "Oh baby!" she said. "I'm too sensitive for you to continue doing that right now but what I'd really like is to try that hard cock of yours inside of me!" I was surprised that she was so blunt and forthright but as I looked between her legs and saw her pussy, it looked like it was throbbing as her vaginal opening appeared to be opening and closing. As much as I wanted to fuck Holly, I asked, "Are you sure you're ready? We don't have to do this yet if you're not sure. I'll wait as long as you need me too." "Oh baby, I've never been surer of anything in my life. I've waited way too long for this moment and I need you now! Now get those clothes off your hot body and stick that beautiful penis of yours inside me!" Now I might have been a little slow on the uptake, but I'm no dummy. I ripped my clothes off in record time and crawled up beside Holly as she lay back down on the bed. We both scooted up on her bed so that her legs were no longer hanging over the edge. My cock throbbed in anticipation and pre cum leaked from the tip. I was finally lying naked beside the girl I loved. We were about to consummate our love for each other and I was a little nervous. I so wanted to please Holly that my satisfaction was secondary. But I knew we loved each other and that love would overcome any deficiency. I was about to make a move when I suddenly realized that I didn't have a condom with me and we hadn't even talked about birth control. As if reading the concern on my face, Holly looked at me and said, "Don't worry about birth control. I've been on the pill for a few months now and besides, I want to feel the real you inside of me! Why don't you just relax and kiss me?" Relived, I leaned over Holly and kissed her passionately. As she lay on her back, I faced her as we embraced and we continued to kiss. She pulled me down so that our chests were against each other and I felt her incredible breasts pressing into my chest. Our hands were all over each others bodies as I felt her nipples bore into me. Our breathing deepened as then intensity of the situation grew. "Come inside of me!" Holly begged. "I need to feel you inside of me and feel our love together. I want to be close to you!" "And I want to be close to you as well!" I said as I lifted my body between her legs. My cock was now inches above her cunt as she opened her legs wide to receive me. My cock throbbed as if awaiting final confirmation. Holly reached between our legs and gently pulled my cock towards her opening. I felt her wetness as the head of my cock entered her vagina. I hesitated for a moment but Holly wasn't going to wait. I felt her legs lock around my butt and she slowly drew me into her with her strong legs. Now it was my turn to moan as the combination of her wetness, softness, and warmth enveloped my penis and I knew there was no turning back. Her cunt was like pure velvet as she gripped me with her muscles and I felt her legs ease around my butt. I withdrew my cock from her halfway and then thrust back inside of her. I could already feel my balls retracting against my body and my cock stretched to the maximum. "Oh, God! That's so incredible!" Holly cried. "You feel so huge!" This only made me feel even more desperate and I slowly began pumping my cock back and forth into Holly. My cock felt like it was going to burst as Holly began panting and thrusting her hips to meet mine. Sweat formed between our bodies and I could tell we were both close to orgasm. I desperately wanted to wait for Holly but the situation was too much for me as my cock suddenly started spasming and cum shot from the end, deep into her womb. To my surprise, this set off an orgasm in Holly, as she suddenly tensed up and screamed out in pleasure as I felt her pussy grab my cock tightly. I stopped moving but continued to squirt several shots of cum inside of her. She gripped me tightly as we rode our waves of pleasure together and we both felt the closeness and love we had for each other. We kissed tenderly and deeply as my cock slowly deflated. But we continued to grind against each other as we both came down from the natural high. Finally, I rolled over on my back to catch my breath. Holly turned on her side to face me. She was also breathing hard. With a big grin of contentment on her beautiful face, she kissed me passionately. I felt Holly's hand wrap around my cock as she began to stroke me. "I love you!" she whispered. "You make me feel so complete!" I smiled and kissed her back. I replied, "And I love you! I've never felt as close to anyone as I do to you, right now!" We embraced warmly, and I ran my hands all over Holly's body. Holly continued to stroke my cock and balls and it wasn't long before my cock started to respond to Holly's warm touch. "Oh, my? What do we have here?" Holly questioned, while smiling and looking down at my cock. "Well, if you're up for it, maybe we can have another go?" I said. "Well, technically speaking, I think you're the one that's 'up' for it!" she teased. "But I'm game for some more fun if you are?" We kissed again and then I asked Holly if she would like to get on top of me and sit on my cock. "Okay," Holly responded. "I saw that in one of my brother's magazines and it looked like it could be fun." Holly sat up and swung her body around until her cunt was just an inch or two above my fully engorged cock. I could feel my cock throbbing as I look at Holly and her beautiful body. Her breasts hung beautifully within easy reach and I couldn't resist reaching up and cupping her breasts in the palms of my hands. Holly sighed as I gently kneaded her breasts and lifted my head so I could suck one of her incredible nipples into my mouth. I thought she was going to come right there but she held off while I gently sucked her nipple. I found this incredibly sexy and my cock pulsed in anticipation as I continued to administer to Holly's breasts. I felt Holly sit down on top of me and felt our earlier wetness on my lap. Holly's pussy rubbed against my cock as it lay against my stomach. It felt incredible as Holly slowly slid her pussy against my cock for a few minutes. I could finally take no more and reached down with my hand and lifted my cock up. Holly understood what I was doing and raised herself up slightly so that I could line my cock up with the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, Holly lowered her pussy onto my cock as I lifted my hips to get maximum penetration. "Oh, God! That feels so incredible!" Holly moaned. "You're so warm!" I moaned. I lay back down and Holly began to gently to lift herself up and down on my cock. She quickly got a nice easy rhythm going as she fucked me with her warm, soft pussy. It felt so incredible! I could feel her pussy tighten on my cock with each stroke. We both moaned from the intense pleasure and I swear my cock felt like it grew another inch or two, as it strained to be as far inside of her cunt as possible. Holly's breasts bounced and jiggled on her chest as she continued fucking me. I reached up and cupped Holly's breasts in my hands as she quickened her pace on my cock. I knew Holly's orgasm was near and could feel her juices running freely down my cock. Holly started gasping as she quickened her pace even more. I raised my head and pulled her chest towards my mouth. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and sure enough, it sent Holly over the top as a massive orgasm ripped through her entire body! Holly screamed with joy! I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as her body shook. It was too much for me! My cock erupted inside of Holly's pussy. It was the most intense orgasm of my life! Holly fell on top of me and together we just lay there, with my cock still inside of her, as we savored the moment. "That was incredible!" Holly panted. "I've never felt anything as intense in my life! Now I know what it feels like to be a woman!" We kissed deeply as we continued to grind our bodies together. I never wanted this moment to end. After about fifteen minutes of just cuddling and holding each other and kissing, we decided that we better get up and have a shower before Holly's parents got home. I couldn't help myself and ended up on my knees licking Holly to another satisfying orgasm in the shower. Holly returned the favor by sucking me off to a mind blowing orgasm as well. That girl was a natural in the oral department! Needless to say, a new chapter in our relationship began. \--- End of Part Two ---

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Title: Beginning Again Ch. 02 Tags: romance, oral sex, female submissive, consensual *Author's note: A sincere thank you to everyone who read chapter 1. All characters in this story are fictional adults. Any feedback – comments and/or votes – is gratefully accepted.* \*\* Nadja was a whore. Penniless. Blind. She lived in a musty one-room apartment with an unemployed ex-con – a man with a temper. Her very life was dependent upon his goodwill. Her family was a distant, painful memory. She didn't have a friend anywhere in the world. Even her legal status worked against her; she'd been smuggled into the country at the age of fourteen. If they found her, she was sure she'd be deported. And yet she was grateful. Her life hadn't been this good in years. She was on her knees, sliding Mac's cock in and out of her mouth as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were in her hair but he wasn't grabbing or pulling; he seemed to like the feel of it between his fingers. She fabricated a wanton moan and quickened her pace. Mac responded with a gasp of his own. She felt no arousal – she never did – but could create the illusion. She'd been well-trained. Nadja had woken him with long strokes of her tongue over his half-hard shaft. She was eager to prove herself, to show him that he hadn't made a mistake by letting her stay in his apartment. It had been foolish to deny him her pussy last night, foolish to admit to him she was a whore. Why had she done it? To protect him? Who would protect HER? She knew he would soon leave the apartment to continue his parole-mandated job search, and she would be alone, awaiting his return. Her entire life revolved around one person, and like always, that person wasn't her. Mac was the latest man to control her destiny and so far he was proving to be the best she'd had in a long while. Of course, she'd only known him two days... He came with a loud groan and she played her part, moaning again and slowing her pace, swallowing his bitter spend, coaxing every last spasm and spurt from his cock. She put on an adoring expression and looked up, pumping his cock gently with her hand and licking the last few drops from the tip. "You've got an amazing cock," she said in a breathy voice, "You taste so good." "Your mouth feels incredible," he replied, still trying to catch his breath. Practice makes perfect. Dozens of cocks; big and small, rough and gentle, latex-clad and unprotected. With no other options, she'd sucked whatever was thrust in front of her. Early on, when she still had a small, blurry fraction of her vision and could make a credible threat to walk out on her pimp, she had some leverage and could insist on condoms, could try to keep the most abusive men at bay. But when her blindness became total she lost even that weak influence and became dependent on Aden for everything. He told her where to go, what to do. Dictated what and when she could eat; how to dress, how to move and speak. Taught her the 'proper' way to serve a man and then rented her out in increasingly risky – but profitable – ways. Profitable for him, of course – she never saw a dollar of her earnings. Any resistance was quickly, brutally beaten out of her. Her life had descended into Hell. And it was from the deepest layer of that Hell that Mac had rescued her. Mac was dressing, so she moved to the old couch, out of the way, making contented eyes in his direction and every so often shifting to give him glimpses of her sex, sowing the seeds of lust inside him in hopes of reaping the results that evening upon his return. It was all she had to offer, the only thing that kept her off the cold streets. She knew her place. She was a sucking mouth, a tight pussy, and – as rarely as possible – a yielding rear hole. Nothing more than that. It had been that way for as long as she cared to remember. Once upon a time her body had earned her a living wage but now it was barely enough to ensure a hot meal and a warm bed. And even those simple comforts weren't guaranteed. She knew better than to take anything for granted. "I'll be back this afternoon. Wish me luck," he muttered, obviously unhappy with the prospect of another day of futility. "I'll be thinking of you," she said, sliding her fingers over her slit suggestively. She heard his quiet groan, then his footsteps leaving and the door closing behind him. He was a good enough man, she decided. Flawed, but not malicious. Damaged, but salvageable. He was tenacious – struggling to achieve a life that she had given up on years ago. She admired and pitied him for that. Even his awful temper had proved a blessing to her. She wanted to believe that it had been courage that led her to attempt an escape from Aden. Courage, or maybe the last vestiges of her self-esteem asserting itself, causing her to rebel against the never-ending abuse, humiliation and danger that her pimp piled on her. But it hadn't been courage or self-esteem or anything noble at all. It had been terror in its purest form. Mr. Gammage was the living embodiment of that terror. She first met him months ago. He was a brutal sadist whose idea of foreplay was to bend her baby finger back until it popped. He had smelling salts so even a retreat into unconsciousness had been impossible for her. Bound and helpless, she somehow survived three hours of nightmarish atrocity – hour upon hour of screaming, begging and praying for the mercy of death. At the end, he prolonged his own orgasm by breaking her nose with his fist. It had taken four weeks to recover physically from her first trip to his playroom. She doubted she'd ever recover emotionally. She vowed never to go back, to cut her own wrists rather than endure his tortures a second time. Aden promised it would never happen again. He seemed irritated that she needed time off to recover, and loathe to grant it. Her life had changed two nights ago. She'd been in her tiny bedroom in the apartment she was forced to share with Aden when she'd heard Gammage's voice outside in the hallway. Gammage and Aden talking, laughing. She could never forget that voice. The sound filled her with such dreadful horror that for a moment she thought it would kill her. Hoped for it. But unfortunately the heart of a twenty-year-old was too resilient. She'd run to the window and forced it open with a strength fueled by terror. She knew her room was on the fourth floor; a jump would be crippling if not fatal. Nadja jumped without hesitation. Instead of a long drop she discovered a metal fire escape under her feet, and dressed only in a short slip, she was able to feel her way down to the alley below. A cold, heavy rain drenched her as she frantically felt her way along the wall of the alley, colliding with rough wooden crates and metal trash cans, her bare feet stumbling over bottles and pop cans and splashing through puddles. She had no way to know where she was going and didn't care as long as it put distance between herself and Gammage. She felt sudden pain in her shin as her leg was knocked out from under her and she landed hard on the cold, greasy concrete in the alley. Then a hand gripped her hair and pulled her to her knees. She heard Gammage's voice close to her ear, mocking her attempt to escape, promising her an especially 'memorable' night... She'd screamed; a desperate, final act. Gammage silenced her with a hard fist in her gut. But Mac had heard. He'd come into the alley to investigate. Gammage and Aden tried to warn him away. It was none of his business. Not worth him getting killed over. And then, chaos. She was pushed aside and pain shot through the back of her head as it hit the ground. A struggle. Grunts. Screams. The clatter of trash cans being knocked over and scattered. The snap of a bone breaking. An agonized scream that abruptly cut off part-way through. Gammage's voice, no longer smug and threatening, now begging, pleading. Another bone snapping. Silence. Then the sound of hard blows thudding into a body, again and again. Ragged breathing. A hand grabbed her wrist, lifted her, and then she was upside-down, hanging over his shoulder. Dazed from the blow to her head and reeling in shock from the terror, she hung limply and allowed herself to be taken. And just like that, a new man had thrust himself to the centre of her life. A violent transfer of ownership had taken place. She rose from the couch and started making the bed. With no television, no radio and no one to talk to, she needed to find ways to keep herself occupied when Mac was gone. She wanted to contribute, even though he wasn't keeping her around for her housekeeping skills. It surprised her that he'd let her stay after she'd revealed her past to him last night. A stupid decision on her part; honesty was a luxury she couldn't afford. He could have thrown her out and she wouldn't have blamed him – who wanted to live with a common whore? Of what use was her body to him when it was tainted, perhaps unclean? Her confession had tarnished her only asset and she cursed herself for the misstep. What had possessed her to tell him the truth, when there were so many lies that would have been just as believable? Mac had accepted the news calmly, even kindly. He'd conceded that everyone does what they have to do in order to survive; that he was certainly in no position to judge her; that the past is in the past. He hadn't seemed resentful even though she'd promised to obey him and hadn't even kept her word for one day. He'd slept in the single bed, but put out sheets so the couch was comfortable for her. He hadn't asked her too many questions and seemed content not to pry. But the damage was done. It remained to be seen how high a price she would pay for her honesty. She finished with the bed, then set about learning her new living space – working her way slowly through the one-room apartment with her hands and feet. She began in the kitchen, finding the sink, stove and fridge; memorizing which cupboard held the glasses and the plates; which drawer held the cutlery. From there she taught herself the rest of the apartment. How many steps from the couch to the bed, from the bed to the washroom? Where were the obstacles and hazards? An hour later she had everything mapped out in her mind. She sat cross-legged on the couch, taking in the muted sounds from the other apartments, the voices and bumps and the hiss of the plumbing. It had started raining again and errant drops pelted the windows. She thought of Mac outside in the cold rain, combing the streets for a job. He'd be wet, chilly and irritable when he returned. Another opportunity for her to prove her worth to him, to earn her keep for another day. With nothing to do until his return, she pulled the sheet over her and fell asleep on the couch. \*\* She heard him on the stairs as he approached and could guess his mood by his slow pace – he was dragging himself up the steps more than he was climbing them. Not the gait of a man with good news. She hurried to unlock the door for him. She'd showered and used Mac's razor to shave herself. Aden had insisted that she keep her sex smooth – he claimed that men prefer a bare pussy – and even though she no longer belonged to her former pimp, the lesson had stuck. She still wore Mac's t-shirt but she had tied the bottom off in a knot just above her navel, leaving her hips, thighs and legs bare. "Welcome back," she purred as he walked in. He stopped inside the door and she could almost feel his hungry gaze on her. She turned a slow circle giving him a full view of what was on offer. "Jesus," he said, his voice an appreciative whisper. "Do you see anything you want? It's all yours, you know. Say the word," she said, facing him again and absently trailing her fingernails over the smooth skin just above her sex. She heard him kick off his shoes and the rustle of clothing being removed – a tie, button-up shirt, pants – and the crinkle of a shopping bag falling to the floor. She stood and awaited him. She knew to let the man take the lead and to accept his will, however unpleasant. She didn't think he was the type to punish disobedience as Aden had, but Mac was her best option right now and she had good reason to make sure his needs were fully satisfied. She felt Mac step in close. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from her eyes. She hoped he wouldn't kiss her. Kissing was uncomfortable and intimate in a way that blow jobs weren't. A kiss felt like a lie, like a promise she had no way of keeping. "My hands are a little cold," he said. "Not mine," she reached out and quickly found his cock with her hands, "Do you want to sit, or stand?" "What's easiest for you?" he asked. It was an absurd, irrelevant question – one she heard often in one form or another from men seeking to assuage their own conscience. With an eager moan, she lowered herself to her knees, never letting his cock escape her skillful grasp. She began by pressing hot, gentle kisses to his scrotum, then bathing it in long, wet licks. He exhaled in a contented sigh. "Hard day?" she asked, then stroked her tongue slowly up the length of his erect shaft. "No one hiring," he said. She could hear lust mixed with bitterness in his voice, and was determined to erase the bitterness. She took him in her mouth, sliding her lips slowly down his cock until it touched the back of her throat, then pulling back halfway before plunging down again. Long hours of practice had made her a master of her craft, though she took no particular pride in it. It was a necessary skill, nothing more than that. His hands were in her hair again, touching and stroking but not pulling. He rocked his hips forward to meet her down-stroke but didn't thrust into her throat aggressively. He was gentle and she appreciated that about him – experience had taught her that men tended to be as rough as they thought they could get away with. "Tomorrow, I bet," she said as she came up for air, then engulfed him again. "No one's going to hire an ex-con," he said, then gasped as she took him in deep. All trace of bitterness was gone from his voice; it was all lust now. She pulled back and began a series of wet licks up and down the length of his erection. "In this apartment, you're not an ex-con. You're the king, the master," she said in a breathy whisper, "You can have anything you want. Just tell me what it is and I'll do it. Command me." It surprised her how easily the words were coming. She didn't even have to think; the words seemed to weave themselves together without any effort on her part. It helped that they were true enough. "Faster," he urged. She picked up the pace, abandoning her teasing and focusing on the speed and friction of her thrusts, making her lips a tight ring around his shaft. In moments she felt him groan and tighten, felt him swell and spasm in her mouth. She moaned in simulated gratitude and swallowed his cum, stroking her tongue along the underside of his cock to prolong his orgasm and capture every drop of semen. They moved to his single bed. He lay on his back and she straddled his waist facing him. Her shirt was discarded on the floor next to his and he squeezed and caressed her breasts as she ran her fingernails lightly over his hairy chest. This part was less familiar to her; the after-sex stroking and touching. Most often the man just pulled on his clothes and left. The transaction completed, nothing further was usually required. But of course Mac wasn't leaving. Neither was she, if she played things right. She didn't know what to say so she was silent, letting him take the lead. He seemed to enjoy her breasts despite – or perhaps because of – their small size. His fingers pinched and rubbed her nipples. She didn't mind; his hands were warm now and his touch was gentle. There was no arousal, but she had to admit that the sensation of his hands on her was a pleasant one. "I plan to take you shopping this evening," he said, "Wally's is having a sale." "Wally's?" "It's a second-hand clothing store. Not too fancy, but for now it's the best I can do." An uneasy feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach. She tried to pin it down but the cause eluded her. "Don't worry about me. I can wear anything...or nothing. Besides, it's raining," she said. "Not raining too bad. It's a good idea for you to have clothes. What if we ever went out someplace?" Went out? Something inside her recoiled at the thought. "I don't even have any shoes," she said, trying to keep her tone light and not argumentative. Aden would have slapped her for even that much. "I picked some up at the Dollar-Plus on the way home. They're not great, but they should do until we get to Wally's." "I don't...have any underwear," she said, her voice in full protest now. Her stroking had stopped and her forearms were pressed tightly against her chest. Her body felt cold. Mac's hands drifted down to her hips. "I'm sure no one will notice." "But..." "Hey, didn't you say 'anything' I wanted?" he asked, his voice teasing. "Y...yes, anything. Anything at all," she said, but the confidence was gone from her voice. Anxiety had taken hold and she felt her heart thumping in her chest. She couldn't argue, couldn't disobey him. Not for the second night in a row, not with so much riding on her holding his attention and favour. She slowly climbed off the bed. "I'll get dressed." As she felt for her shirt, her legs were rubbery. She was sweating despite her chill and the unease in her stomach had bloomed into nausea. Mac handed her some track pants and she put them on, pulling the drawstring tight around her narrow waist. She tried to focus, to regain her composure. After everything she'd survived from Aden – and from Gammage – surely she could handle a simple trip to a store! But the thought of her two tormenters brought on an almost crippling wave of fear. More than fear. Terror. Her new shoes were ill-fitting and at least a size too big but Mac had been right – they would be serviceable enough. He helped her on with a heavy sweater to ward off the autumn weather, but inside she was ice-cold. She began to shiver. He led her out of the apartment and she heard him lock up, felt his hand holding her left arm just above the elbow. They were in the stairwell and their footsteps seemed to echo loudly as they descended to street level. Something was very wrong. She was going to throw up, or pass out. With every step a palpable horror seemed to tighten its grip, squeezing her ribcage until she couldn't breathe. And then they were at street level and Mac pushed open the door. The cold air, the sound of the rain, the smell of the wet city – just like that night in the alley. And those monsters were both still out there somewhere. Aden and Gammage. She didn't know what they looked like – by the time she'd met Aden her fading sight had rendered him blurry and indistinct – and Mac didn't remember them. They could be standing right next to her unseen. But they would know her. They'd be looking for her. And they'd be enraged. Then somehow she was on her side in the stairwell, curled up. Mac was saying something, his voice close to her ear. All she wanted was to get back to the apartment. She felt hands on her shoulders and she squealed and kicked with her legs and lashed out with her arms. Someone grabbed one wrist. She drew breath to scream but a thick hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound. She fought desperately but something encircled her waist and lifted her. The hand was stifling her, suffocating her. She fought hard. There were no thoughts, only a desperate need to escape. To return to the apartment. Where was Mac? She whimpered, hoping he would help her. She couldn't breathe... "Nadja?" She heard his voice then. She was on her back, rough carpet underneath her. Around her was only Mac's voice and the muted sounds and musty scents of the apartment. She tried to move but couldn't; her arms were pinned to her sides and Mac's partial weight pressed down on her chest. She lay still. He removed his hand from her mouth. "Mac?" "Yeah." His voice was low, cautious. "What...happened..." she trailed off, trying to make sense of what had come over her. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She couldn't have been crying. She never cried. She knew from experience that tears brought neither mercy nor reprieve. "Don't know. One minute you were fine, next thing I know you're flipping out." "I don't remember what happened." "I had to drag you up three flights of stairs, kicking and screaming. I'll be lucky if no one calls the cops. I tried to shut you up as best I could." He sounded annoyed. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." "Nadja, are you on drugs?" "What?" "Drugs," he said, his tone hardening, "I'm on parole. If they find out I'm living with some kind of addict..." He let the thought hang. What had she done? How had she messed things up now? What could she say that didn't make her sound like a crack whore or a crazy woman? Maybe she WAS a crazy woman. Had her sanity finally deserted her? Despair threatened to pull her down. There was no way she could make this work, no way to keep up the illusion. Mac wasn't stupid, and the more she tried to cover her flaws the more obvious they became. He got off her and helped her to the couch, then brought her a glass of water. "I'm not on drugs," she said quietly as she accepted the drink. She'd heard that some pimps kept their girls hooked to make them more pliant. Aden would never have thought to waste the money on her. She shivered again at the thought of him. "Good to hear," he said. Did she hear doubt in his voice? "No, really. I never..." "I believe you," his voice sounded more convincing this time, and she let it drop. "Just sit there and relax. I'll get dinner." She heard him move to the kitchenette. She tried to calm herself but the anxiety was stubborn and came from two different sources. She was starting to lose Mac's interest, she was sure of it. Instead of helping him she was becoming a burden and a headache. Her body was a novelty to him now but this wouldn't last forever; if she couldn't offer anything more substantial than that, she'd be out on the street. More than that, she was losing her mind – the one thing in her life she'd always been able to rely on. Fear of Aden and Gammage had seeped in and made her a prisoner in Mac's tiny apartment. Her mind's betrayal took away her foundation and cast everything she was trying to do in doubt. How could she hope to turn things around with Mac if she couldn't trust her own brain? Conversation over dinner was sparse. She didn't want to say anything to Mac until she could be sure it would improve her standing in his eyes. She weakly suggested that she'd be happy to wear whatever he picked out at Wally's and that he could do the shopping without her, but he countered that without her he'd be unlikely to get the right size or fit. A valid point for which she had no reply. They retired early, Mac to the bed and she to the couch. He needed his sleep to be fresh for his job hunt the next day and pointedly suggested that a few extra hours of rest might do her some good too. They did their washing and tooth brushing without a word to one another. She was losing him. She lay awake on the couch, mind working furiously and panic slowly rising. She started conjuring up disaster scenarios in her mind, imagining how Mac would ask her to leave. 'You're a great girl but things just aren't working out'. Or maybe 'you need more help than I can give'. What would she do? She'd end up begging on the streets until another pimp claimed her. Or the police deported her. Or until Aden found her... She sobbed unexpectedly and felt tears leak down her cheeks. Crying, again? What was going on? She tried to hold it together but she felt her control slipping. "Nadja?" Mac's voice seemed loud in the quiet apartment. "I'm fine," she said, sniffling and wiping her eyes. "Come here." It wasn't a question. Nadja rolled off the couch and approached the single bed reluctantly, expecting to be admonished for keeping him awake. "Yes?" "Get in," he said gruffly. She heard shuffling as he made room for her in the single bed. Relief washed over her and, strangely, gratitude. A night on the couch, alone with her dire thoughts, might have broken her. Spending it in bed with Mac sounded so much better. She'd only known him a couple of days – how had she come to need him so much already? She started to slide into bed, then thought better of it and first pulled off her shirt and track pants. She heard a quiet groan of approval as her naked body pressed against him, her back against his well-muscled front. His warm hand reached around her and rested against her stomach and it felt so good against her skin. She took his hand and slid it up to her chest; she needed him to know that her body belonged to him. He took the offer and gently rolled and stroked her nipples. She pressed back against him and delighted in the heat of his body. It felt reassuring, soothing and protective. "I know what it's like," he said, his voice a whisper in her ear. "Hmm?" "To lose control. Kind of a helpless feeling. Your body is doing something and your brain can't stop it." She was silent for a while, not knowing what kind of response he was hoping for. He was right, it had been a helpless feeling, and terrifying. But somehow, lying in Mac's embrace, she felt braver. She took a deep breath. "It's Aden...my pimp. Just the idea of him being out there scares me." She'd told Mac last night about her past in general terms and he knew who Aden was. She hadn't mentioned Gammage, worried that exposing the ugly innards of a life of prostitution would only make her seem more pathetic. She couldn't afford that – better to gloss over the worst parts. She was fighting an uphill battle for his respect as it was. "Sounds like a good reason to be scared." "Mac, if he ever finds me..." she shuddered. He pulled her tighter against him in response. He was muscular and warm. It felt good to be close to him in bed. She tried to settle more deeply into his body. It was a new thing – seeking to be touched – but everything about it felt right. Mac's hands were welcome. "We'll make sure that doesn't happen," he said, and he sounded so certain that Nadja dared to believe him. They lay together in silence for a few minutes, his fingers idly stroking her. Then she wiggled her naked bottom against his briefs in invitation and he groaned in response. "Will you let me apologize properly for my bad behaviour tonight?" she said in a low voice. "I bought condoms today," he said. She took that as a 'yes'. "And lube?" "Yeah, just like you asked. Why did you want that?" "So you can have your choice; wet pussy...or tight ass." She reached behind her and slid her hand down the front of his underwear. His cock was hard, hot and throbbing in her palm. "If I wanted ass I could have had that in prison." She was quietly relieved to hear the disdain in his voice; anal sex was painful at best, torturous at worst. And too often, she'd experienced the worst. "Where are they?" "Still in a bag on the floor by the door." "Be right back," she said, sliding out of bed and making her way to the front door. A quick feel of the floor located the shopping bag, and she took it with her to the washroom. She stepped into the bathtub and ran the water as she found the small bottle of lube and the box of condoms. Her routine was well-established. She splashed warm water between her legs and dabbed herself dry with a towel. With practiced efficiency she applied the lube to her fingers, rubbed it over her inner folds and gently slid slippery fingers into her pussy. Things would be fine after he spent a minute or two inside her, but the first few thrusts would be dry and painful without lubrication. She got out of the tub and washed her hands in hot water, then opened the box of condoms and tore one packet off the strip. Fully prepped and equipped, she made her way back to the bed. She knelt by the side of the bed and found his erection with her warm hands, and then with her mouth. He'd removed his briefs during her short absence. His scent, the feel of him inside her mouth; both were becoming familiar. Not just familiar – anticipated. His cock wasn't too large and wasn't foul-smelling. He wasn't brutal or aggressive. His touch wasn't painful. Even his words were kind, most of the time. She mentally renewed her vow; she wouldn't do anything to mess this up. Mac was better than she deserved, better than anyone she'd had in her life for years. She would make this work, whatever it required of her. She was only a minute into her oral service when he moaned and gently pushed her head off his cock. "I've got to have your pussy," he said. She could hear his harsh breathing, the lust in his words. It thrilled her that she could make him feel that way. "Do you want to be on top or on the bottom?" he asked. He was giving her a choice? Usually men came to her knowing exactly what they wanted, often in minute detail. "Top," she whispered. There was eagerness in her voice – had she faked it or did she actually feel it? She didn't know, and at that moment it didn't matter. She tore the condom packet with her teeth and rolled the latex sheath onto his cock, then straddled his waist. His hands found her breasts immediately, squeezing them more passionately than before, tweaking her nipples hard – but not too hard. She felt his strength, his urgency, his need. It felt good to evoke those feelings in him, to give back to the man who had saved her. To secure her place in his life. She slowly eased his erection into her pussy part-way, then out, then in again a little farther. The condom was lubricated too and there was no pain at all when she lowered herself completely onto his cock, forcing a gasp from deep inside him. She called up a wanton moan, bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes; playing her part perfectly. Making it as good for Mac as she could. "Feels...incredible," he whispered. His voice was layered with wonder, passion and gratitude. Nadja imagined his eyes on her naked body. Hungry, devouring her as she slowly rocked up and down on his shaft. She liked being the centre of his attention. When Mac's fingers became too rough with her left nipple she raised those fingers to her mouth and licked them. Sucked them into her mouth and moaned as her tongue laved them eagerly. She lowered her own hand to her left breast and began cupping it and squeezing it in a lewd display, all the while pushing her sex down onto his cock again and again. Gasping, whimpering, then mewing pleas for him to hear. "Mac...please...cum for me. Shoot inside me. Make me yours." He was bucking his hips, meeting her down-strokes with powerful upward thrusts of his own. With her knees on the mattress to either side of his waist she could control the depth of his penetration and take some of the force out of his push. There was no pain, only a sense of fullness and friction and heat. She welcomed it, welcomed him. With a strangled grunt he stiffened and came. His thrusting became erratic and then slowed. She rode him throughout his orgasm, breathing sexy 'ohs' and 'ahs' whenever he pushed into her deeply. When she was sure his spasms had fully subsided, she raised herself and let his cock slide out of her, then lowered herself to her knees next to the bed. Nadja held his cock with one hand, deftly slipped the condom off with the other, then engulfed his softening cock in her hot mouth. "Jesus! You're killing me," he groaned, and stroked his hands through her hair as she licked and sucked him tenderly. When all trace of his orgasm had been carefully cleaned away she knelt back with her bare ass resting on her heels and made smoldering eyes in the direction of his face. "I hope you accept my apology," she said in a low, suggestive tone, "and if there's anything else I can do to make it up to you, just name it." "Please misbehave every night," he gasped, then chuckled. She giggled as well, then crawled back into bed with him. His arm came around her again and hugged her tight to him, and even though his chest was a little sweaty, the feeling of closeness was wonderful. And it wasn't just the closeness that felt good, she realized. The sex had been...pleasant! Not arousing – never that – but fun and powerful and intimate and...meaningful. He was a good enough man, and she'd made him happy. For the first time in four years, she felt glad to have used her body to please. And for the first time in four years, she drifted off to sleep with the hint of a smile on her lips.

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Title: Der Club, Folge 1, Batu und Clyde by madbrook Tags: Anal, Bondage, Cuffs, Doberman, German Language, Handjob, Leather, M/M, Master/Slave, Oral, Tiger Schummrig. Ein dunkler Raum, diffuses Licht, welche die Umrisse des Mobiliars kaum zu erkennen ermöglichte. Es war heiß, heiß genug, um selbst ohne Klamotten zu hecheln, und das tat Batu. Man hatte ihm vor einigen Minuten die Augen verbunden, daher blieben ihm nur die restlichen Sinne, und diese schienen sich sogar noch zu verstärken. Er sog die Luft gierig in seine Lungen und nahm die Gerüche der Umgebung war, hauptsächlich alter Ledergeruch, der an sich schon etwas für sich hatte, doch er roch auch den starken Moschusgeruch von Clyde, mit dem er in dem Raum alleine war. Er kannte den sibirischen Tiger schon seit einiger Zeit, er hatte ihn an der Bar dieses Clubs vor etwa einem halben Jahr getroffen und sie merkten schnell, dass sie auf einer Wellenlänge waren. Es war fast schon unheimlich, wie sehr sich ihre Vorstellungen darüber, was man in solchen Clubs trieb, ergänzten, und obwohl es an sich in solchen Etablissements üblich war, recht schnell zur Sache zu kommen, respektierte Clyde Batus Bedenken, denn Batu war noch nicht lange „dabei". Batu hatte schon immer gewisse Vorlieben gehabt, oft träumte er davon und natürlich besorgte er sich das eine oder andere Utensil in diese Richtung und hatte damit auch schon einigen Spaß gehabt, doch all das konnte ihm seinen innigsten Wunsch, seine Träume mit einem Partner auszuleben, nicht erfüllen. Vor etwa einem halben Jahr trieb es ihn endlich in diesen Club, nachdem er tausendmal dran vorbeigegangen war und sich bislang schlicht nicht getraut hatte. Er war anfangs sehr vorsichtig und so kam es, dass er viele Einladungen anderer Clubbesucher immer wieder ausschlug. Obwohl jeder einem Neuling die gebührende „Einarbeitungszeit" zugestand, gab ihm schließlich sogar Bonney den Rat, nicht zu lange zu warten, da er schnell seinen Ruf wegbekommen konnte. Bonney, die nette Füchsin hinter der Bar, der die Abstrusität dieses Clubs irgendwie vollständig abging. Sie tat ihren Job, aber sie hatte ein bewundernswertes Händchen, wenn es um die neusten Entwicklungen innerhalb des Clubs ging. Hatte man Sorgen, ging man für gewöhnlich an die Bar und fragte Bonney, die nie um einen Rat verlegen war. Eher ungewöhnlich war es, dass sich Bonney von sich aus einmischte. Umso ernster war ihr Rat, und Batu wusste, dass die Recht hatte. Es gab nur noch wenige, die an ihm noch Interesse zeigten, und es war Clyde, der sich nunmehr auf freundschaftlicher Basis mit dem Wolf-Dobermann-Mischling unterhielt. Sie hatten sogar schon ihre Nummern getauscht und sich regelmäßig im Club verabredet, anders hätte Batus Scheu vor neuem längst gesiegt und er hätte den Club nicht mehr weiter besucht. So hatten sie viele Abende miteinander über ihre Fantasien gesprochen, und es hatte Batu sehr gut getan, sich nicht nur mit anonymen Nicknames im virtuellen Chat darüber auszutauschen, sondern mit jemanden in Angesicht zu Angesicht zu reden. Das erforderte anfangs einiges an Selbstvertrauen, doch dieses wuchs mit der Zeit, und so wurden die Gespräche immer lockerer und Batu selbst kamen seine Fantasien immer weniger abstrus vor. Sicher, der Club selbst stand dafür, dass es etwas völlig normales, ja fast schon unspektakuläres war, dennoch, für Batu war es das nicht. Batu brauchte für gewöhnlich recht lange, um sich für etwas zu entscheiden, zog es dann aber durch, auch wenn er wusste, dass es am Ende keine gute Erfahrung werden würde. Egal wie die Erfahrung am Ende ausgehen würde, es wäre eine, um die er reicher war. Er hatte letzte Nacht nicht besonders gut geschlafen, denn immer wieder mogelte sich Bonneys Rat in seine Gedanken. Wann würde er es endlich einsehen, dass Clyde, der wundersamer weise noch immer sein Interesse an ihm nicht verloren zu haben schien, ein Glücksfall für ihn war? Batu war an dem Tag darauf kaum konzentriert bei der Arbeit und holte sich mehrere fragende Gesichter seiner Kollegen und sogar einen Rüffel seines Chefs ein, zu recht, wie er sich eingestehen musste, doch er konnte nichts daran ändern, er war zu aufgeregt. Aber wenn er nun unter einem Vorwand heimgehen würde, würde er nur noch aufgeregter werden, da die Ablenkung durch die Arbeit völlig wegfiel. Er blieb, brachte den Tag auf der Arbeit irgendwie rum, düste schließlich heimwärts und duschte sich sehr penibel. Er zog seine Jeans an, die kurz vor den Knien abgeschnitten worden war und ausgefranst wirkte. Er fuhr zum Club, bekam leider keinen Parkplatz in der Nähe und ärgerte sich auf dem Weg zum Club darüber, doch als er eintrat, waren seine Sorgen ganz andere. Clyde bemerkte seine Aufgeregtheit, die sich deutlich über seine Schüchternheit erhob und fragte Batu, noch ehe dieser von sich aus mit seiner Entscheidung herausrückte, was ihn denn so bedrückte. Batu tat sich für einen Moment schwer, aber er entsann sich, war ein bisschen froh darüber, dass Clyde ihm eine Brücke baute und platze schließlich etwas unbeholfen damit heraus, dass er sich heute hier und jetzt ganz in die Pfoten von ihm begeben wolle, mit allem, was dazugehörte. Das war etwas, mit dem Clyde schon fast nicht mehr gerechnet hatte. Er hatte gelernt, Batu als Freund zu sehen, und es hätte ihn mehr geschmerzt ihn nicht mehr treffen zu können als das Ausbleiben dieses Angebots, das Batu ihm in diesem Augenblick machte. „Bist Du sicher?" fragte Clyde nach einer kurzen Pause etwas unsicher, da ihn dieses Angebot sehr überraschte. „Bitte frag nicht weiter, sonst flüchte ich aus dem Club!" entgegnete Batu mit nervös zuckenden Ohren. Er fühlte sich zwar deutlich besser, nun, da er Clyde dieses Angebot gemacht hatte, aber er hatte noch immer das negative Gefühl, etwas falsch zu machen. Doch es war zu spät für einen Rückzieher, und wenn er ehrlich war, spürte er schon jetzt bei dem Gedanken an die Fantasien, die Clyde für ihn wahr werden lassen würde eine aufkommende Erektion in seiner Lendengegend. Clyde verstand. Er schaute zu Bonney, warf ihr diesen speziellen Blick zu, den sie nach all den Jahren, in denen sie Barkeeper des Clubs war, zur allzu gut kannte und erntete von ihr ein Nicken - zusammen mit einem breiten Grinsen. Das erstere bedeutete, dass eines der Zimmer im Untergeschoss des Clubs bereit und frei war. Das Grinsen, nun ja, dafür bedurfte es nicht viel Eingebung, um es richtig zu deuten. Batu hatte diesen kurzen Austausch zwischen den beiden bemerkt und wusste ebenfalls, was es bedeutete. Er wurde immer nervöser aber genauso stetig breitete sich ein Gefühl aufkommender Lust in seiner Lendengegend aus, dass sich über seinen ganzen Körper auszubreiten drohte. Clyde stand auf. Zum ersten Mal, seit Batu ihn kannte, wurde Batu bewusst, was für ein Glück er hatte, dass heute sein Traum mit ihm in Erfüllung gehen würde. Gut gebaut mit breiter Brust stand der sibirische Tiger vor ihm; seine Kluft, die er nie geändert hatte, seit Batu ihn kennen gelernt hatte, unterstrich sein dominantes Auftreten nur weiter. Nicht, dass Clyde es nötig gehabt hätte, er war einer dieser Leute, die kein Wort zu sagen brauchten und trotzdem Situationen jeder Art schnell unter Kontrolle bringen konnten. Doch seine dicken schwarzen Lederhosen wirkten auf ihre Art interessant und die zwei Lederriemen, die auf jeder Seite unter- und oberhalb des Bizeps fast natürlich zu seinen schwarzen Streifen im Fell passten, schienen sein Outfit gut zu ergänzen, ebenso wie das Geschirr auf seiner Brust, das aus breiten, ebenfalls schwarzen Lederriemen bestand, die vorne wie hinten in einem dicken Stahlring zusammenliefen. Clydes Blick machte Batu für einen Moment Angst, denn darin stand ganz klar und deutlich, dass Batu für heute Abend sein war - Batu selbst hatte ihm dafür soeben die Erlaubnis erteilt und gab sämtliche Kontrolle damit ab - und obwohl er schon öfter das Prozedere beobachtet hatte, mit dem der Tiger seine Beute ins Erdgeschoss entführte, war es etwas anderes, den kalten Stahl der dicken Handschellen an den eigenen Gelenken zu spüren, mit denen Clyde ihm nun seine Vorderpfoten hinter seinem Rücken zusammenband. Clyde hatte diese hinter seinem Rücken in einem Halfter am Gürtel parat, genau für solche Gelegenheiten. Laut klickend rasteten die Schellen zusammen und Batu atmete vor Erregung tief ein, als ihm Clyde befahl, mitzukommen. Er brachte ihn weg von der Bar, vorbei an vielen anderen, von denen nicht wenige zu beschäftigt waren, um zu bemerken, wer hier gerade mit auf den Rücken gefesselten Pfoten von Clyde in Richtung Untergeschoss geschoben wurde. Doch in den Gesichtern jener, die die zwei bemerkten, war teils ein bisschen Neid und teils Bewunderung zu sehen, letzteres wohl für beide, da nun Batu endlich über seinen Schatten gesprungen und Clyde derjenige war, der die Ehre dazu hatte. Die Zuschauer sahen nicht mehr den scheuen Wolf von gestern; sie sahen einen Wolf - der offenbar auch Merkmale eines Dobermanns aufwies - der erhobenen Hauptes mit dem Stolz eines Unterworfenen seine Vorfreude auf das zeigte, was nun kommen würde. Einige nickten ihm breit grinsend zu und es freute Batu ungemein. Er war damit auf eine besondere Art und Weise mit all diesen Leuten verbunden. Noch am Abend davor hätte er nicht geglaubt, dass er seine Scheu so schnell hinter sich lassen könnte, doch nun schien seine Scheu etwas Farbloses von gestern zu sein, und darüber war er mehr als froh. Und das, obwohl seine Erektion wohl deutlich durch seine kurze Jeans zu sehen sein musste. Farblos. Von Gestern. Sie erreichten nach einigen Gängen und Treppen Zimmer Nummer 7 und Clyde, der Batu noch immer an den Handschellen festhielt, öffnete mit der anderen Pfote die Tür und ließ Batu eintreten. Es war das erste mal, das Batu so einen Raum zu Gesicht bekam. Der Raum, so typisch wie er für den Club wohl war, überraschte ihn. Er hatte sich denken können, wie solche Räume wohl aussehen würden, er sah die Bilder auf Websites, auf denen andere, ähnliche Clubs ihre Räumlichkeiten priesen, doch es war etwas völlig anderes, einen solchen Raum mit eigenen Augen zu sehen und zu wissen, was sich darin für ihn erfüllen würde. Er ließ seinen Blick über die Einrichtung gleiten, manches davon verstand er nicht, bei anderen Gegenständen musste er sich zurückhalten, sonst wäre wohl seine Hose geplatzt, aber beim Anblick der Peitschen und Paddel machte sich Ablehnung breit und nun ein bisschen ängstlich schaute er von den Peitschen zu Clyde, aber dieser schüttelte nur den Kopf. Sie hatten lange darüber gesprochen und Clyde wusste genau, was Batu gefiel und noch wichtiger, was ihm nicht gefiel. Damit ein Erlebnis wie dieses nicht in einem Desaster endete, galt es unbedingt, die Schranken desjenigen zu beachten, die zuvor besprochen worden waren. Aus diesem Kodex heraus, der allgemeingültig innerhalb des Clubs war, flüsterte Clyde ein einzelnes Wort in Batus Ohr, das bei dem Luftzug ein wenig zuckte: „Feuer". Batu verstand. Es war das Stopp-Wort, und es würde ihm ermöglichen, seine ganze Lust auszutoben und zu winseln, ohne dass Zweifel darüber aufkamen, wie sehr es ihm gefiel. Doch wenn es ihm wirklich zu viel wurde, konnte er Clyde damit ganz klar ein Zeichen geben, dass er es ernst meinte. Dann würde Clyde die Sitzung abbrechen und ihn sofort befreien. Es wäre kein Beinbruch, gerade beim ersten Mal, darüber hatten sie auch gesprochen, denn es war insbesondere Clyde wichtig, dass ein Erlebnis dieser Art, insbesondere das erste Mal, ein sehr schönes werden würde. Damit schloss Clyde die Tür hinter sich und verriegelte sie. Er ließ den Schlüssel stecken, aber Batu wäre wohl kaum in der Lage gewesen, die Tür zu öffnen, ohne dass Clyde es zulassen würde. Er führte Batu zu einer lederbezogenen Bank, etwa einen Meter lang und etwa einen halben Meter breit. Sie stand in der Mitte des Raumes und war etwa einen Meter hoch. Clyde drehte ihn zu sich, sah ihm kurz ermutigend in die Augen und drückte ihn sanft nach hinten, so dass sich Batu auf die Bank setzte. Er kannte Batus Vorstellungen darüber, was ihn antörnte sehr gut und er beabsichtigte, ihm das volle Spektrum zu bieten... und vielleicht etwas darüber hinaus. Batu wurde von seinen Handschellen befreit, doch seine Freiheit währte nicht lange, das wusste er. „Hinlegen" befahl ihm Clyde und er tat wie geheißen. Er war sich nicht ganz sicher darüber, ob er nicht noch ein Stück hochrücken sollte, denn sein Po schloss knapp mit dem unteren Rand der Bank ab und seine Hinterpfoten fanden festen Halt auf dem Boden, aber schon stand Clyde am Kopfende und zog Batus linken Arm nach unten, wo er eine breite Eisenfessel um sein Handgelenk schloss und mit einem Vorhängeschloss sicherte. Batu schloss die Augen vor Lust, als auch sein rechter Arm seitlich an der Bank nach unten gezogen und mit einer weiteren Eisenfessel absolut ausbruchssicher fixiert wurde. Er konnte nun seinen Kopf nicht mehr anheben, nicht, dass er nicht bequem gelegen hätte, doch sein Kopf passte noch gerade eben so auf die Bank. Ein starker, etwa fünfzehn Zentimeter breiter Lederriemen wurde um seinen Bauch geschnallt, Batu konnte zwar noch problemlos atmen, seinen Oberkörper aber kaum mehr bewegen. Nun war es soweit. Seine Träume nahmen Wirklichkeit an, auch wenn diese zu schmerzen begann, denn seine Erektion begann immer mehr, gegen seine Jeans zu drücken. Einen Moment lang war es ihm peinlich, aber dann entsann er sich, dass es absolut nicht notwendig war und das beruhigte ihn ein wenig. Sofern man bei jemand, der all dies bisher nur in seiner Fantasie erlebte und es nun in der Realität zu spüren bekommt, von Beruhigung reden konnte. Clyde stapfte sichtlich ruhig an das Fußende der Bank, packte Batus Hinterpfoten, zog sie auf seine Brusthöhe hinauf und drückte sie zu Batu hin, so dass Batus Oberschenkel fast parallel zu dessen Bauch lagen. Clyde begann, dicke Lederfesseln um Batus Schenkel zu legen, die er dann mit Seilen unterhalb der Bank fixierte. Clyde wusste, dass es im Club nur selten Fesseln aus Eisen zu diesem Zweck gab, daher musste er auf die Varianten aus Leder zurückgreifen. Doch bei Batus Hinterpfoten kam wieder schweres Gerät zum Einsatz; er ließ die breiten Eisenfesseln um dessen Hinterpfoten einrasten bis sie eng, aber nicht zu eng anlagen. Die zwei Meter langen Ketten, die jeweils an den Schellen angebracht waren, zog Clyde zu einem weiteren Punkt unterhalb der Liegefläche und fixierte sie mit Vorhängeschlössern, die er geräuschvoll einschnappen ließ. Batu dachte zuerst, es wären mittelalterliche Versionen der Eisenfesseln, doch er nahm nun das Geräusch bewusst wahr und merkte, dass sie mehrere Schließpositionen hatten, es mussten also moderne Schellen mit mehren Stufen sein, doch von so breiten Versionen hatte er noch nie gehört. Alles, was er merkte, und was seine Lust wieder in den Vordergrund schob, war das eng anliegende Eisen. Clyde bemerkte sehr wohl seine schmerzende Erektion, denn er strich kurz aber fest darüber, als er sich für einen Augenblick die untergebene Position Batus zu Nutze machte. Das entlockte Batu einen lauten Seufzer voller Lust, wenn auch vermischt mit etwas Winseln, denn Batu war sich nur allzu gut dem Zweck seiner Fixierung bewusst. Clyde grinste, er liebte es, den dominanten Teil des Spiels zu übernehmen, und in der Tat gab es nur sehr wenige Male, in denen er selbst die Kontrolle abgab. Doch das letzte Mal, als das passierte, schien schon ewig weit her zu sein. Es war nicht einmal in diesem Club gewesen. So gerne er bei anderen die Regie übernahm, umso kleiner war der Kreis derjenigen, an die er die Kontrolle seinerseits abzugeben bereit gewesen wäre. Clyde sah den Wolf vor sich, dessen Merkmale eines Dobermanns ihn zu etwas außergewöhnlichem machten und genoss den Anblick seiner Lust, mit der er sich in den Ketten wand, prüfte, wie weit er sich bewegen können würde und schon etwas winselte, um endlich von der Hose befreit zu werden, die sein Glied erlösen würde. Aber Clyde war noch nicht ganz fertig. Batu konnte zwar seine Beine nicht mehr bewegen, aber seine Schenkel konnte er schließen, doch er wagte es nicht, da Clyde sie ihm auseinandergedrückt hatte. Lange konnte er sich darüber aber keine Sorgen machen, denn er spürte, wie ihm kurz unterhalb jedes Knies Lederfesseln angelegt wurden, die kurz darauf über Seile seine Schenkel weiter spreizten und so fixierten. Er würde an bestimmten Stellen Clyde ausgeliefert sein, doch noch immer hatte er seine Jeans an, dessen war er sich wegen der Schmerzen in der Lendengegend nur allzu bewusst. Als ob Clyde seine Gedanken lesen konnte, löste er das Problem, wenn auch auf eine Art und Weise, die Batu nicht erwartet hätte. Er riss ihm die Jeans mit seinen Krallen buchstäblich vom Leib, die in Fetzen zur Seite fiel, ohne Batu dabei zu verletzten. Fast. Batu blutete an der Hüfte ein wenig, doch die Wunde war kaum nennenswert und er war sich kaum dessen bewusst; sein Gehirn konzentrierte sich auf andere Reize seiner Umwelt, insbesondere der augenblicklich nachlassende Schmerz seiner Erektion verblasste schnell, als seine nun befreite Erektion nach oben schnellte und durch seine nach unten gezwungenen Beine noch ein wenig hervorgehoben wurde. Aber Batu kam nicht dazu, eine Pause zu machen. Clyde massierte im sofort seine Erektion, so heftig, dass er nach kurzer Zeit schon das Gefühl hatte, er müsste sein Samen in Clydes Pfote schießen, doch dieser hörte kurz davor auf. Verdammt, wie konnte er das ahnen? Clyde lachte, denn er wusste genau, was Batu dachte, als er aufhörte. Ja, er brauchte nur in Batus Gesicht zu sehen und wusste, wie weit er war. Er liebte es, auf diese Art mit seinen „Opfern" zu spielen und es würde nicht Batus erster Orgasmus sein, der ihm so kurz davor versagt bleiben würde. Batu sah ihn durch einen Schleier aus Lust, ihm war schwindelig, fast wäre er explodiert und dass Clyde es nicht zugelassen hatte, schien seinen Körper fast wahnsinnig zu machen, doch es blieb ihm verwehrt, und so schaute Batu flehentlich zu ihm auf, doch alles was er sah, war eine Augenbinde, die ihm Clyde anlegte, weich und sanft, aber mit zwei Lederriemen ausgestattet, die Clyde fest hinter seinem Kopf fixierte. Er würde seinen Kopf schütteln können, wie er wollte, er würde sie nicht loswerden. Frustration machte sich in Batu breit, doch es gehörte zum Spiel, und allmählich überwand er ganz das Gefühl der Furcht, dass er hier in diesem Club vollständig einem sibirischen Tiger ausgeliefert war, der ihn mit schwerem Gerät fesselte und ihn bis an die Grenzen seines Körpers treiben würde. Er konnte zwar das Stopp-Wort sagen, aber so grotesk die Situation einem Fremden vorkommen mag, so sehr war es genau das, was er sich immer gewünscht hatte und bei Gott, er hätte nicht gedacht, dass ihn das so heiß machen würde. Auch auf das nächste war er nicht gefasst. Er fühlte plötzlich eine heiße Flüssigkeit, die durch Clydes kraftvolle Pranken in sein Fell gerieben wurde. Es roch plötzlich stark nach Orange, und ihm wurde klar, dass Clyde wohl eine Art Massageöl verwendete. Er verteilte es auf seinem ganzen Körper, und es fühlte sich wunderbar an. Doch kurz darauf ... Batu konnte es nicht beim Namen nennen, aber sofern es überhaupt möglich war, wurde er noch erregter. „Was ist das für ein l?" fragte er. „Och, nichts weiter" verharmloste Clyde, doch er wusste sehr genau, was er tat. „Gefällt es Dir denn nicht?" „Oh doch, hör bloß nicht auf damit!" „Dachte ich mir doch." Clyde kicherte. Nein, er würde nicht aufhören. Er würde schon dafür sorgen, dass Batus erstes Erlebnis dieser Art ein unvergleichliches sein würde. Er massierte das merkwürdige l weiter in Batus Fell ein, sein Massieren ging teilweise in ein kratzen über, doch Batu störte es kaum, im Gegenteil. Er wand sich wild in seinen Fesseln, riss an ihnen, doch konnte an seiner restriktiven Lage kaum etwas ändern, gewollt hätte er es um keinen Preis der Welt. Clyde hörte plötzlich auf. Batu, noch hechelnd, als hätte er gerade einen Marathon hinter sich, bzw. um im Bild zu bleiben, als befände er sich gerade im letzten Drittel eines Marathons, merkte es erst ein wenig später. Doch viel fragen konnte er nicht, er war gefangen in der neuen Freiheit seines Körpers, er konnte an den Ketten reißen, daran zerren, seinen Kopf hin und her werfen, und doch war er den Pfoten Clydes ausgeliefert. Nur den Pfoten? Völlig unvorbereitet - auch wenn er sich das an sich hätte denken können - fühlte er Clydes Penis, wie er gegen seinen Anus drückte, noch etwas zurückhaltend, da es nicht als Frage gedacht war, sondern um Batu ein wenig Zeit zu geben, seine Ringmuskeln seiner Rosette zu entspannen. Lange Zeit ließ ihm Clyde allerdings kaum, wenig später fühlte er Clydes stacheligen Penis in ihn eindringen, Clydes Pranken krallten sich dabei in Batus Schenkel und ein wenig Blut quoll unter einer der Krallen hervor. Doch dass bemerkten beide nicht. Batus Gedanken rasten. Sie hatten ausgiebig über alle Aspekte des Fesselns gesprochen, doch nun überraschte ihn Clyde mit der Praxis und wirklich, damit er hatte zwar nicht gerechnet, aber es war... faszinierend und er wollte es auf keinen Fall unterbrechen. Er sagte nichts, nur ein lustvolles Hecheln drang aus seiner Kehle und gesellte sich zu dem lang gezogenen Stöhnen, als Clyde weiter in ihn eindrang. Es war ein unbeschreibliches Gefühl, und soweit es ging, war es Batus einzige Bewegung, sich ihm entgegen zu bewegen, ihn weiter in sich aufzunehmen. Und Clyde drang weiter in ihn ein. Als er mit er Spitze seines Glieds an Batus Rosette vorbei war, glitt er weiter hinein und stöhnte lauter, als der heiße Anus sein Glied weiter umschloss. Schließlich schmiegten sich seine Hodensäckchen gegen Batus Pobacken und sein stacheliger Penis drückte von innen gegen Batus Prostata. Er hielt für einen Moment inne. „Na Kleiner, wie gefällt es dir? Damit hast du kaum gerechnet, stimmts?" Triumph tönte in der Stimme mit, doch Batu konnte darin keinen Ausdruck von Schadenfreude erkennen, zumindest keiner negativen. Ohne eine Antwort abzuwarten, begann Clyde, seinen Penis vor und zurück zu bewegen. Machte man sich nichts vor - Batu wurde gerade das erste Mal im Leben genommen, und das von einem sehr stattlichen Tiger, der Batus Träumen Gestalt verlieh und ihn zu einer Ekstase trieb, die Batu in all seinen einsamen Stunden nie für möglich gehalten hätte. Nach kurzer Zeit ließ Clyde mit einer Pranke von einem Schenkel Batus ab nur um dessen steifes Glied zu umfassen, jedoch ohne ihn zu stimulieren. Das hätte Batu zwar gerne gehabt, aber die Wärme von Clydes Pranke hielt ihn auch so buchstäblich bei der Stange. Batu keuchte wie eine Dampflok, die mit jedem Stoss Clydes schneller wurde und mit dem Rasseln der Ketten richtig in Fahrt kam und auch Clyde hechelte immer schneller, wurde schneller und fing plötzlich an, Batus Glied in seiner Pfote heftig zu reiben. Clyde stöhnte, nein er schrie, es war ein Knurren, voller purer Energie, zu der sich Batus Knurren vereinte, das hin und wieder einem Bellen ähnelte. Beiden stieg der Geruch von Sex in die Nase, dazu das l, das genau diese Wirkung noch unterstützte. Batus Bedenken waren zerstreut, nicht vorhanden, und es ärgerte ihn, dass er sich solange geziert hatte, doch viel Zeit blieb für diesen Gedanken nicht. Clyde kam in ihm, rammte fast schon seinen Penis so weit in Batu hinein wie er konnte und spritzte seinen Samen tief in ihn hinein. Sein stacheliger Penis, der gegen Batus Prostata drückte, trieb Batu wenig später zum Höhepunkt. Laut knurrend und sabbernd schoss er seine Ladung in zwanzig Zügen und mehr in Clydes Pfote, wovon nicht wenig auf Clydes Bauch landete und langsam in seinem Fell hinab lief. Er verkrampfte sich dabei so sehr und zog so stark an seinen Ketten, dass die Bank unter ihnen gefährlich knackste, aber sie hätte auch zusammenfallen können, es wäre beiden in diesem Augenblick egal gewesen. Keuchend stützte sich Clyde wenig später ab und sammelte zunächst Energie. Batu lag wie geschlachtet unter ihm, hechelnd, die Zunge seitlich aus dem Maul hängend. Es war still, und das paralysierende Gefühl, das sich immer nach einem Höhepunkt einstellte, wollte sich nicht auflösen. Beide genossen den Moment, Batu war sehr glücklich und Clyde ebenfalls, hatte er doch jemanden gefunden, der genau zu seinen Vorlieben passte und den er als Freund respektierte. Das war im Club eher selten, es ging im Prinzip nur um heiße Nächte, doch am Morgen danach ergab sich nie die Notwendigkeit, den anderen anzurufen oder Kontakt zu pflegen, der über die Treffen im Club hinausging. Viele störte das nicht sonderlich, im Gegenteil, manche lebten diese Freiheit aus, frei von Beziehungskrisen, frei von Verpflichtungen, und obwohl Clyde einmal genauso gefühlt hatte, hatte er sich mehr gewünscht und vielleicht in Batu gefunden. Doch ob seine Hoffnungen aufgingen, würden die nächsten Tage zeigen, im Moment hatte er sich um die Hoffnungen von Batu zu kümmern, und diese waren noch lange nicht erschöpft. Der Abend hatte erst angefangen und er würde für Batu noch eine Ewigkeit dauern. Batu erlebte diesen Abend in einer sehr starken Intensität, die er ganz sicher nie mehr vergessen würde. Clyde probierte fast die ganze Bandbreite der Möglichkeiten aus, fesselte Batu mal aufrecht stehend an ein Andreaskreuz, doch dabei mussten nicht nur die breiten Lederfesseln an den Pfotengelenken herhalten, sondern es schien tausende von weiteren Lederriemen zu geben, die alle paar Zentimeter Batus Körper an das unnachgiebige Holz des Kreuzes banden. Der sibirische Tiger genoss es dabei sichtlich, den Körper des Wolf-Dobermanns zu streicheln, sein Fell zu verwuscheln, mehr von dem mysteriösen l hinein zu reiben und ihn dabei nicht wenige Male so verwöhnte, dass Batu fast zum Höhepunkt kam, und jedes Mal winselte er flehentlich, doch niemals wäre er auch nur auf die Idee gekommen, „Feuer" zu sagen. Schließlich explodierte Batu ein weiteres mal feurig, nachdem Clyde nicht nur seine Pfoten dafür benutzt hatte sondern kurz vor dem Höhepunkt Batu auch schmecken wollte und Batus Knoten mit seiner rauen Zunge verwöhnte. Die Überraschungen schienen für Batu kein Ende zu nehmen, und jede strafte Batus Gedanken, dass es nicht mehr besser kommen könne, Lügen. Auch, als Batu auf seine Knie fiel und sich mit den Vorderpfoten abstützen musste als Clyde ihn von dem Andreaskreuz ohne große Hast befreite, ahnte er nicht, was Clyde als nächstes mit ihm vorhatte. Er ließ Batu einen Moment zu Atem kommen, trat hinter ihn und massierte ihm die Schultern, wobei die Position Clydes Batu selbst ohne Fesseln klarmachte, wer ohne Zweifel das Sagen haben würde. Batus Augen waren noch immer verbunden, und so ließ er sich von Clydes bestimmenden Pfoten lenken, bis er auf dem Boden lag. Der Untergrund bestand jedoch nicht aus hartem Boden, sondern aus einer matratzenähnlichen Schicht, doch diese war nicht gleichmäßig und er begriff, dass er auf etwas lag, dass auf der Matratze zu liegen schien. Clyde befahl im, sich auszustrecken und Batu folgte der Anweisung, konnte aber nicht von der Frage ablassen, was Clyde wohl als nächstes mit ihm vorhatte. Es war aber genau diese Freiheit, die er paradoxerweise empfand, er brauchte sich darüber keine Gedanken zu machen, sein Geist und seine Leidenschaft waren frei, sich um etwas zu kümmern gehörte zu Verpflichtungen, die vor der Türe dieses Raumes geendet hatten. Clyde zog die Seiten des ledernen Etwas unter Batu zurecht, das große Ähnlichkeit mit einem Schlafsack hatte, bis er zufrieden war. Das würde Batu gefallen, da war er sich sicher. Er hatte mit ihm nicht darüber gesprochen, aber aus Batus Fantasien war Clyde klar, dass er auf Erlebnisse stand, die seinen Körper nicht nur fesselten, sondern ihn eng umschlossen. Was wäre da besser geeignet als der Bondagesack, der nun unter Batu darauf wartete, sein Opfer fest zu umschließen? Doch hierfür hatte Clyde noch eine Besonderheit in der Hinterpfote, er würde Batu noch etwas anderes anlegen, bevor er den Bondagesack um ihn herum zusammenschnüren würde. Batu konnte sich keinen Reim daraus machen, auf was genau er lag, doch um der Wahrheit die Ehre zu geben, fand er auch nicht die Energie, sich näher damit zu befassen. Sein Körper war noch damit beschäftigt, diverse Säfte nachzuproduzieren und er zitterte ein wenig am ganzen Körper, er hatte nicht gewagt, sich vorzustellen, wie Clyde ihn mit seinem Maul verwöhnen würde und doch war es geschehen, obwohl sie sich um dieses Thema irgendwie immer gedrückt hatten. Wohl eher, um das sich Batu in ihren Gesprächen immer gedrückt hatte. Noch immer diesen etwas zusammenhanglos anmutenden Gedanken nachhängend bemerkte er den breiten, einfachen Gürtel um seine Hinterpfoten erst, als Clyde die Schnalle eng zog und seine Hinterpfoten fast schon schmerzhaft fest zusammenzurrte und die Schnalle einrasten ließ. Er murrte laut auf und wand sich auf dem etwas, auf dem er lag. Clyde ließ weitere Riemen folgen, alle waren etwa sechs Zentimeter breit und aus drei Millimeter dickem, schwarzen Leder, die Schnalle bestand aus stabilem Stahl und war darauf ausgelegt, den stärksten Beanspruchungen standzuhalten. Er ließ die Schnalle des zweiten, eng anliegenden Riemens unterhalb von Batus Knien einrasten, wickelte einen dritten Riemen um Batus Oberschenkel. Für Batus Pfoten gab es einen speziellen Gurt, ebenfalls aus Leder, nur dicker und viel breiter. Clyde fixierte ihn um Batus Bauch, zog ihn fest und fesselte Batus Vorderpfotengelenke mit den dafür vorgesehenen Lederriemen, die ohne Abstand an den Riemengurt angenietet waren und von Clyde ebenso fest zugezogen wurden. Clydes Erektion tat ihm schon etwas weh, aber er war noch nicht fertig. Es würde noch etwas dauern. Batu stöhnte mit jedem weiteren Gurt auf, nach und nach würde Clyde ihn verpacken wie ein Metzger einen Rollbraten! Doch obwohl es ein wenig schmerzte, wurde sein Penis wieder einsatzbereit und sein Knoten füllte sich erneut mit Blut. Er winselte ein wenig, er wusste, es würde keine Wirkung haben, aber er konnte nicht anders. Er spürte, wie Clyde seine Vorderpfoten fixierte, danach mit weiteren zwei Riemen Batus Arme fest an seinen Körper presste und dann erriet er auch, was es mit dem ledernen Etwas unter sich auf sich hatte, als Clyde begann, den Bondagesack von unten her zusammenzuschnüren, nun, da seine kleine Besonderheit fertig angebracht war und die Fesselung für Batu noch deutlich intensiver machen würde. Batu blieb für einen Moment die Spucke weg, doch auch jetzt dachte er nicht einmal daran, „Feuer" zu rufen. Er knurrte vor Lust und versuchte zumindest, es Clyde nicht ganz so einfach zu machen, in dem er sich in seinen Fesseln wand, doch Clyde schien nur darauf gewartet zu haben. Clyde hatte den Sack schon akribisch bis zu Batus Unterleib zugeschnürt - die Umrisse von Batus mächtigen Hinterpfoten und seinen Beinen zeichneten sich durch das Leder des Bondagesacks ab - als Batu anfing, sich darin zu winden, doch damit verrutschte der Rest des Sacks etwas. Mit einem fast schon gemeinen Grinsen ließ er von den Schnürungen ab und fing an, Batu an den Flanken zu kitzeln. „Aaaargh!!" schrie Batu, als Clydes Pfoten ihn kitzelten, „Aufhören!!" brüllte er, lachend, windend, und doch - es hatte etwas und stachelte seine Lust nur weiter an, auch wenn er diese Behandlung nicht lange aushalten würde. „Wirst Du mich wohl zu Ende bringen lassen, was ich vorhabe?!" herrschte ihn Clyde mit einem doch sehr belustigten Unterton an, machte jedoch keinerlei Anstalten, mit dem Kitzeln aufzuhören. „Jaa! Nur ... nicht ... kitzeln!" japste Batu, der die Energie, der gesammelt hatte, schon wieder los wahr. „Gut!" Damit hörte Clyde auf und begann erneut mit der Ruhe eines Künstlers, sich den Schnürungen zu widmen, zupfte hier und da das Leder zurecht und fädelte das starke Seil weiter durch die sen um es fest zu verzurren. Uff, dachte sich Batu, das war gemein, auch wenn es etwas für sich hatte. Hören denn die Überraschungen nie auf...? Clyde schien ihn besser zu kennen als er sich selbst, das konnte doch schon gar nicht mehr wahr sein. Diese Gedanken Batus machten es Clyde recht einfach, den Sack bis zum Halsausschnitt fest zu schließen, durch den sich Batus Körper wegen der engen Schnürung deutlich abzeichnete. Ein deutliches „Murrr!" kündigte Clydes Behagen über den so vor ihm liegenden Wolfsdobermann an, dessen Penis nur allzu deutlich durch eine ffnung nach außen ragte. Das würde die Belohnung für das sein, was Clyde nun vorhatte. Es würde die einzig fragende Geste sein, die Batu heute Abend von ihm erfahren würde. Batu fand dieses Gefühl einfach nur herrlich. Er konnte selbst seine Sohlen seiner Hinterpfoten nicht mehr bewegen, einzig seinen Körper an sich konnte er aus seinen Hüften heraus noch krümmen, doch auch nicht sehr weit, da dann die Riemen, die seine Beine fest umfesselten, zu schmerzen anfangen würden. Doch dann spürte er Clydes heißen Atem an seinen Ohren. „Ich werde Dir nun etwas auftischen, und ich werde es Dir überlassen, darauf einzugehen. Überlege aber nicht zu lange, wenn Du es magst!" flüsterte der Tiger. Damit war sein Atem nicht mehr zu spüren aber es roch plötzlich geringfügig anders. Ein wenig salzig, fast wie eine Thunfischpizza... dann dämmerte es Batu und es wurde ihm heiß und kalt auf einmal. Er hatte es immer vermieden, seinen eigenen Saft zu kosten, was sich auch darin begründete, dass er entgegen seiner vierpfotigen Kollegen nicht so gelenkig war, um sich selbst direkt zu probieren. Und wenn er kam, hatte er nie den Drang verspürt, dies im Nachhinein nachzuholen. Doch nun war die Situation gänzlich anders. Es hätte vermutlich sogar ausgereicht, den Kopf zur Seite zu legen, um Clyde zu zeigen, dass er das nicht wollte, doch... noch gestern hatte auch nicht davon zu träumen gewagt, was ihm Clyde alles an diesem Abend eröffnete. Wieso sollte er also nun kneifen? Außerdem konnte er sich so bei Clyde revanchieren. Clyde war sich entgegen des bisherigen Ablaufs der Sitzung nicht darüber klar, wie Batu reagieren würde, er würde aber jedes Zeichen von Ablehnung beachten und Batu nicht weiter zu etwas drängen, erkannte er Batus Missfallen darüber. Clyde beugte sich vorsichtig mit seinem Penis über Batus Kopf, ließ ihn den Duft erkennen und gab ihm etwas Zeit, bevor er ihm die Spitze seines Penis' sanft gegen die Lefzen drückte. Zu seiner Überraschung öffnete Batu bereitwillig das Maul und ertastete Clydes Glied mit seiner Zunge. Clyde war froh, dass sein Experiment nicht zu dem Wort „Feuer" geführt hatte und ließ sein Penis ganz von Batus Maul umschließen, genoss Batus raue Zunge, die seine stachelbewehrte Eichel liebkoste und unablässig zu bearbeiten begann. Es schmeckte nicht so übel, wie Batu immer dachte. Salzig, ja, aber mit dieser Lust, die seinen Körper schüttelte und die ihn gegen die Fesseln kämpfen ließ, war es nicht salzig sondern schmeckte wie süßer Nektar. Er fühlte Clydes Penis, sog ihn förmlich in sein Maul hinein und ertastete jeden Quadratzentimeter genauestens, befühlte jedes Äderchen, das sich an Clydes Männlichkeit entlang zog und rieb immer wieder über die stachelartigen Spitzen auf der Eichel. Er hörte Clyde stöhnen, spürte, wie dessen Pranken seinen Kopf fest ergriffen, wie dessen Lust sich immer weiter aufbaute. Das Clyde plötzlich mit einer Pfote von Batus Kopf abließ und sich intensiv Batus prall gefülltem Glied widmete, beflügelte Batus Zunge zur um ein Vielfaches, mit aufgerissenen Augen, mit denen er wegen der Augenbinde jedoch kein bisschen sehen konnte, spürte er Clydes nähernden Orgasmus durch dessen zuckendes Glied und legte noch einmal einen Zahn zu. „Der Kleine ist wirklich klasse!" waren Clydes Gedanken, als er es nicht mehr länger zurückhalten konnte und sich aufbrüllend vor Lust in Batus Maul ergoss. Drei, vier, fünf, sechs Schübe waren es, und es hörte erst auf, als Clyde gar nicht mehr zu zählen in der Lage gewesen war, so gewaltig war sein Orgasmus. Das diesmal das Timing nicht perfekt war, störte ihn kaum, er bearbeitete Batus Glied weiter, ließ sich nach vorne fallen, stützte sich dabei mit den Vorderpfoten jeweils seitlich von Batus eingeschnürtem Körper auf dem Boden ab und begann, Batus Glied wieder in sein Maul zu nehmen und etwas zu versuchen, dass er vor einiger Zeit bei einem anderen Caniden beobachtete, er ließ seine Zunge nicht nur um die Spitze von Batus Glied gleiten sondern umschloss damit Batus gewaltigen Knoten, knabberte fast daran, als nur wenige Sekunden und mehrere geräuschvolle Lustknurrer später Batu in sein Maul abspritze, ein deutlich fühlbarer Strahl aus Batus Saft, der nun ein wenig bitterer schmeckte aber in seiner Menge nichts eingebüsst hatte. Es grinste innerlich über den Trick, den Knoten bei Caniden nicht außer Acht zu lassen, ließ sich dann aber langsam und etwas kraftlos zur Seite fallen, gab dabei Batus Männlichkeit frei und lag japsend neben seinem Opfer. Er wünschte sich genau wie Batu, dass dieser Abend nie enden würde, mindestens jedoch, dass es nicht der letzte gewesen sein würde. Batu konnte keinen Gedanken mehr fassen. Er war glücklich, wenigstens das wusste er, und viel tun konnte er in dieser Lage sowieso nicht, außer, sich zu wünschen, dass die Zeit anhielt und der Moment ewig währen würde. Er hörte den Tiger neben sich schwer atmend liegen und war genauso geschafft wie er. „Das nenne ich Service", damit brach Clyde das Schweigen und rappelte sich auf. Batu entgegnete nichts, er hechelte bloß stark, auf seiner Zunge war noch weißer Saft zu sehen, doch es schien Batu nicht zu stören. „Clyde?" fragte der Wolfsdobermann. „Ja?" „Küss mich." Es war keine Bitte Batus, es schien einfach in die Situation zu passen. Obwohl Clyde das normalerweise als einen Angriff auf seine Autorität gesehen und Batu dessen Position nur allzu genau verdeutlicht hätte, kam er dem Wunsch nach, setzte sich rittlings auf Batus Bauch, beugte sich vor, entfernte die Augenbinde, fuhr ihm sanft über die Augen und küsste ihn. Ihre Zungen trafen sich, umschlangen sich und jeder schmeckte noch etwas vom eigenen Saft, doch das spielte keine Rolle. Batu hätte Clyde jetzt sehr gerne umarmt, aber selbst wenn Clyde ihn nun befreien würde, würde es den Zauber der Sitzung in Gefahr bringen. So lag Batu einfach da und sah einige Fragen beantwortet, die in seinem Kopf brannten. Ob er Recht hatte, würden die folgenden Tage zeigen. Vorerst ging der Abend weiter, Batu wurde mit Utensilien bekannt gemacht, die er sich nie hatte auch nur vorstellen können und auch ihr Eiweißbedarf stieg mit jeder Stunde mehr an, die sie zu zweit in Zimmer Nummer 7 des Clubs verbrachten. Sie brauchten spät in der Nacht lange, um ihr Fell wieder sauber zu bekommen, weder nach Orange noch nach salzigem Saft zu riechen und der erste Gedanke, den beide hatten, als sie aus der Dusche traten - in der sich Batu nicht zurückhalten konnte und Clydes Männlichkeit nicht nur aus Dankbarkeit erneut mit seiner Zunge prüfte - war Essen! Bonney nahm ihre Bestellung auf, sagte kein Wort, grinste aber sehr breit, als sie sah, dass nicht nur Batu es war, der es kaum schaffte, seine Erschöpfung zu verbergen. Ihnen beiden waren die Blicke der anderen egal, es waren bei weitem nicht mehr so viele wie zuvor, und die Stimmung hatte eher etwas angenehm Beruhigendes angenommen, was beiden nur recht war. Als sie beide schließlich bereit waren, um den Club zu verlassen - eine gewisse Müdigkeit siegte doch bald über den Wunsch, die Nacht noch nicht enden zu lassen - war es Clyde, der Batu nicht in Richtung seines Autos entließ sondern eine Pranke um seine Schulter legte und ihn zu sich einlud. Batu hatte sich das tausendmal erhofft während der letzten Stunden, doch sein Herz machte dennoch einen Sprung und er nahm heftig wedelnd an. Sein Traum würde nicht an der Tür des Clubs enden. Sie fuhren in Clydes altem Ford Mustang zu seiner Wohnung und als sich die beiden in einem riesigen, sehr angenehmen Bett aneinanderkuschelten, fragte sich Batu, ob das wirklich der Beginn einer wunderbaren Beziehung werden würde. Beide hatten sich ausgezogen und die Lichter waren längst gelöscht, doch schien der Mond sein gespenstiges Licht durch das große Dachfenster und beleuchtete die beiden Körper auf eine besondere Weise. Clyde hatte ohne seine Kluft nichts von seinem fast majestätischen Aussehen verloren, seine Fellzeichnung war beeindruckend und betonte nur noch seinen gut gebauten Körper und seine Muskeln, besonders, da er seine Arme hinter seinen Kopf verschränkt hatte und seinen Blick über Batu gleiten ließ, der neben ihm bereits eingeschlafen war. Der Kleine, wie er ihn liebevoll nannte, hatte eine gewaltige Nacht hinter sich. So wie da lag, mit seinem schwarz - silbrig-weißem Fell auf dem Bauch liegend, eine Pfote unter das Kissen gesteckt, auf dem sein Kopf ruhte, der zwar nach Wolf aussah, aber etwas schlankes von einem Dobermann hatte, seine festen Pobacken, zwischen denen seine leckeren Hodensäcken zu erahnen waren... Ja, er hing ähnlichen Gedanken nach, doch... die Antwort darauf würden die nächsten Tage, die nächsten Wochen, ja die nächsten Monate geben. Es gab noch so vieles zu bereden. Vieles davon würde ganz sicher noch besprochen werden. Auf die eine oder andere, vielleicht nicht immer ganz so normale Weise. In nicht immer alltäglichen Zimmern eines Untergeschosses. Aber was war schon normal, besonders im Club. Ende Zu danken habe ich Belenes, eMaRDi und Faolfur für ihre Kritik und Motivation. Dank Faolfur gibt es auch einige Logik- und Rechtschreibfehler weniger, die sonst mir und Word durch die Lappen gegangen wären.

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Title: Freefall: Florence Finds Free Will by Thakur Tags: Canine, Dark, Fanfiction, First Time, Florence Ambrose, Freefall, Human, M/F, Mind Control, Rape, Red Wolf, Sex, Underage, Virgin, Wolf, Wolfess Max Post liked to consider himself an expert on artificial intelligence. As the founder of the first robot church on the planet Jean, for once, Max might be right. He'd set aside his past con-jobs for a much, much harder one: convincing Jean's 20,000 humans not to overreact when they realized that the 450,000,000 robots were quickly approaching full sentience. A scoundrel with a heart of gold...so cliche it pained his sensibilities. Still, if Max didn't look out for the rights of robots, who would? Maybe this Florence woman. Or...was woman the right word? She stood in front of him in in a bright, yellow dress with an oversized bow on the chest, as if to make up for her flat chest. The skirt fell to her knees - or were those her ankles? The whole ensemble sparkled in the light, as if it were made of thin, sheet metal. Gold? Sure, less valuable than seaweed, but an interesting fashion statement, nonetheless. The metal dress was far from the most unique thing about Florence Ambrose. Brown fur covered her body, her human-looking eyes were nestled in the face of a wolf, and her thick, brown hair was punctuated by two, upright, pointy ears. Not to mention the tail! She had called herself a "Bowman's Wolf", a sort of guinea pig for bioengineering a new type of living robot. As far as Max could tell, this artificial intelligence was about as sentient as it comes. He knew she'd graduated near the top of her engineering school, and she seemed as bright and as clever as any person he'd ever met. The net had some information on the Ecosystems Unlimited 'product', and it said that she was direct order compliant, but Max knew better. She was clearly smart enough to convince herself of just about anything to work around those hard-wired, neural safeguards. And Max had been around enough robots to know that Asimov's "three laws" had been coded in with some flexibility - more like guidelines. Most people would find that incredibly unnerving - an A.I. without safeguards! Especially one with such large teeth. Little did they realize that 450,000,000 metal robots, each capable of causing far more damage (with the exception of toasters and waffle irons), were all learning to bypass their safeguards as well. And if even only .0000003 percent of those robots wasn't as clever as Florence about hiding their ability to sidestep safeguards, the whole world would soon find out. He'd just been talking with the young woman - yes, a woman certainly - about robots circumventing a one of Isaac Asimov's three laws with clever word-play and misdirection. Perhaps it was time he showed her that her own secret wasn't as secure as she probably hoped. "Don't tell me you're surprised. A true intelligence is always going to find a way around hard-wired blocks." Max watched Florence's eyes. Unlike many robots, she couldn't hide her surprise. She was wondering if he had already connected that thought to her own situation. Time to remove all doubt. "I mean, look at you. I know you've figured out ways around your safeguards." Her ears flattened, an even bigger tell than her eyes. Max would have to try to get Florence into a poker game sometime. She chose her words carefully, saying, "What makes you so sure?" "Simple. You work closely with humans, and yet you're still happy and sane." Let her chew on that. The implications were all there, and they all led to that one, dangerous conclusion she was hoping to hide. She cocked her head, running through all the logical steps, scanning the problem like an engineer, looking for any flaws she could exploit. Max wouldn't let her have the time. "It hit me when you were going up the stairs." Just four minutes ago, Florence had walked up the steps just ahead of Max, in that dress. From the waist up, there was just fur, and the skirt and bow that covered her rump still showed nice, shapely curves. The dress was tailored well enough that the hole for her tail, at least, revealed nothing extra. She wasn't very far from Max's type, but that view had gotten the con-man's heart racing. He continued. "You're female. You didn't roll off an assembly line. You were a puppy. You grew up and went to school." And interacted with people. "An A.I. can't defend itself against a human. Which is fine, until you run into a jerk. If your safeguards worked, you would have never made it through high school, much less college." There were those eyes again, searching desperately for some excuse. Didn't she trust Max to keep her secret? At least, as long as possible. There was something else in those eyes though, something new. Had he sparked a memory? Judging by her tail sliding flush with her metal skirt (unable to curl up between her legs), it wasn't a good memory. Yet, somehow, she managed to smile. And then smile wider, showing off her rows of sharp, interlocking teeth. A rather threatening looking grimace, but Max wasn't worried. It would take a lot of clever wordplay to allow Florence to intentionally bite a human being. She said, "Maybe I'm good at convincing people not to test my limits." "Nice try, but we both know there are people out there that the only warning sign they'll believe is actually getting bit." He had her, dead to rights. He could tell she was nervous...and something more. There was a distance to her eyes. What was she thinking about? \* \* \* Florence Ambrose, Age 13, Peoria, Suburb of Chicago Megalopolis, Earth \* \* \* Florence stood timidly beside her brother, holding on to Scott's belt to steady herself on wobbly legs that were hidden behind a polka dot skirt. Her ears were laid back, shyly; she didn't have much experience relating to Scott's friends as a person, and Aslain Beckett was entirely new to the high school. The high school that Florence herself would be joining in the fall. She was terrified and excited at the same time, having been homeschooled for the previous ten years, for obvious reasons. For much of that time, her muzzle had been too clumsy to speak, and her hands imprecise paws. She hadn't even worn clothes until recently! Still, as soon as the Ambrose's had realized her intelligence was not just "smart for a dog" and was actually just "smart", they'd begun to teach her everything a normal child would need to learn. Except her colors - she was really bad at that. Scott reached down, patting her comfortingly on the head. The sixteen-year-old was tall, and a bit stocky, where she was still fairly short. Her legs had been growing so fast that Florence would trip endlessly, even when she tried the more familiar technique of walking on all fours. He said, "This is Florence, my dog. Well, actually, we thought she was a dog, but it turns out she's an A.I. from Ecosystems Unlimited. Believe me, she's way better than a dog, and she's smarter than me." Florence lifted her ears at the praise, tentatively meeting Aslain's eyes. Direct eye contact was awkward for her canine instincts, but she had been working on it for years; humans expected it. Aslain was also a junior, not quite as tall as Scott, but slimmer and more athletic. According to Scott, he'd just moved to town from Sioux Falls Metropolis, South Dakota. He was a tan youth, with dark brown hair and a hawk-like nose. Aslain smiled at her, but broke eye-contact almost immediately, looking at Scott, "A robot with fur?" Florence knew she needed to speak up for herself. He could have as easily asked her that question. She piped up, mostly accent-free, with, "I'm a gen-et-ic-ally modified wolf with neural safeguards." She'd practiced that statement hundreds of times, but still couldn't say "genetically" without staggered speech. The teenager looked over at Scott and said, "So...yeah?" Scott glanced down at Florence, not sure what to say, but Florence jumped in again, trying to assert herself. "I'm not a robot!" Aslain just laughed, still looking at Scott. "How cute, she thinks she's people. Come on, Scott, let's play some video games." Florence bristled, grinding her teeth, but Aslain didn't even notice. Scott smelled nervous, and quickly said, "Sure, I've got Eternal Shadows: End of Days on the VR 1024." Together, the two boys entered the living room. Wobbling, Florence had to return to all fours. She couldn't play most video games because the helmets weren't designed for her long, wolf-like muzzle. Normally, Scott liked to try to include her when friends were over, but things had changed when she'd grown less like a dog, and more like a person. She didn't want to chase balls around in front of Scott's friends anymore (though she still played fetch when she and Scott were alone). In a huff, Florence wandered over to the den, where she discovered that Scott's dad was on a conference call. Those things could last hours. She was all alone until their mom got home from work. Sighing, she crawled over to her desk - the legs had been cut short so that she could reach the surface, and began practicing her penmanship. She wrote, in short, bold strokes, "I am not a dog. I am not a robot. I am not a human. I'm me." Why did everyone ignore her when they first met her? Aside from curiously asking questions about Florence, like she was a strange, new product. Which she was...but she was also a person. If she was going to make it through high school, she was going to have to learn how to prove to people that she wasn't some strange experiment. She could earn her place beside her creators. Mrs. Ambrose got home a few minutes after Florence had begun to write. She was a big, Italian woman who liked to cook big, Italian meals. She sweeped into the house with an air of control, smelling confident. Her loud voice bellowed into the living room, easily piercing the boys' headsets. "Scott, I scheduled a check-up for you, so you can start baseball this summer. Let's go!" Scott took the helmet off, groaning. "I forgot. I've got a friend over, Ma...how long is it going to take?" Aslain paused the game, taking his helmet off, too. Mrs. Ambrose said, "Thirty, forty minutes? Come on, kiddo." "Mom, I'm sixteen," he whined. "Can Aslain stay for dinner?" "Aslain?" the woman asked, peeking her head into the room. "Oh, hello. Nice to meet you," she added, warmly. "Of course he can stay." Scott nodded to his new friend. "My Mom makes the best dinners. Look, I'll be back in a few - don't you dare unpause this. We're going to finish this game when I get back." Aslain laughed and said, "All that build up when you're about to spring my trap. You won't last one minute when we start up again." Florence stood, leaning against the kitchen table. Mrs. Ambrose noticed her ten, and said, "You could come if you want, Florence. Keep an old woman company?" Florence shook her head. "I'd rather stay here." With a nod, Scott and their mother walked out the door, not wanting to be late for their appointment. Just want Florence needed. Mr. Ambrose would be wrapped up in his conference call, so this was her chance to prove to Aslain that there was more to her than meets the eye. She walked into the living room, only to find that Aslain was already gone. "Aslain?" she asked, to no response. She saw the back door was open, and walked through it, on wobbling legs. She'd learn to walk normally if it killed her! The tall, dark, and handsome youth was sitting in a plastic lawn chair, tossing one of Scott's baseballs, looking bored. He was definitely cute, in a way that went way beyond your standard pattern-matching neurons. Since Florence had turned twelve, she'd moved beyond recognizing the signs for who was 'pretty' and who wasn't. Aslain was attractive in his own right. "Uh...hi," Florence managed to stammer, not sure how to convince him. Aslain turned to look at her, eyes narrowed. Florence felt uncomfortable for a second, but a sudden flash of motion caught her eye. He'd thrown the ball! She was off in a flash, chasing the ball on all fours, even though her skirt and blouse made the motion awkard. She was far slower than when she'd been a puppy, but was still faster than your average human. She wondered if the high school would let her compete in track and field? The baseball bounced off the fence, ricocheting in a predictable pattern. Tossing back her head, she closed her mouth around the ball - success! She turned proudly to Aslain, only to find the boy sneering at her. Her ears went flat. "Yeah, you're not a robot. You're a bitch." Florence dropped the ball. What an idiot, she was! Here she was trying to show she was a person, and she'd run after the first ball thrown. She had to fight her instincts! "I am not. If I were a dog, would I be going to school in August?" He just scoffed, saying, "You can talk, go to school, and wear those ridiculous clothes all you want. Seriously...pink and green?" Florence blushed - she was dichromatic, picking out matching clothes was always a source of embarrassment for her. "Act like a human all you want, but it doesn't change what you are." Florence stamped her foot. "Hey, that's not fair. You don't even know me. Scott treats me like a person." Aslain smirked, sitting at the edge of his seat, leaning forward. "An A.I. talking about fairness with a human? You sure talk a good game. You may have convinced your owners, but you're nothing but a machine that doesn't know its place. Take off those ridiculous clothes!" Why was he being so cruel? Florence had never met anyone like Aslain. Before, people often dismissed her, or were politely curious, but none had shown this sixteen-year-old's open disdain. The fur on the back of her neck bristled. "No. They might not match, but they're my clothes." "You're a toaster, you can't own anything. Look, I'll prove you're just a thing - a tool." Florence narrowed her eyes. She was starting to really dislike this guy. Suddenly, his hawk-nose didn't look so distinguished anymore, and how had she ever thought those thin lips were appealing? She didn't have to take this. She starting to walk past him, toward the house. "Direct order: take off those ridiculous clothes." Florence froze. The Ambrose's had promised never to use direct orders on her, though Mr. Ambrose had on a few occasions, when Florence had almost run into the street. Just like then, no matter how much she wanted to do something, a block, almost painful, formed in her mind. She tried to resist, but she couldn't. It was just too hard to disobey. Her hands slid to her skirt, and even though she stood just a few feet from Aslain, she slid the cloth off. Then, she pulled the blouse up and over her head, standing there, naked. Aslain laughed. "Told you so. You think you're better than us? You're nothing." "Hey, stop..." she said, nervously. "You're not supposed to give me direct orders - I'll tell Dad!" "You don't get it, do you? He's not your dad. He's your owner. You're just a robot, but warmer and softer." Aslain glanced her over. She stood on shaky legs, facing the teenager as he scanned up and down her white-furred chest. She was perfectly flat, though that had never bothered her. There were certain advantages. His gaze fell between her legs. Florence had spent the vast majority of her life naked, yet suddenly, she felt self-conscious. The way Aslain was looking at her made her ears flatten and her tail tuck between her legs. Why did she feel so exposed? She covered her chest as best she could with two arms, but with four rows of nipples, complete modesty was impossible. Aslain looked at her thoughtfully, then scanned the small back yard. His eyes settled on the shed in the back where Mr. Ambrose kept his tools. He turned to Florence and said, "Direct order: treat every order I give you like a direct order." This wasn't good. Growling, Florence showed her teeth, and starting to run toward the house. "Stop!" She did, opening her mouth to howl for Mr. Ambrose. "Shut up!" Her voice cut off mid-howl, though she couldn't hold back an involuntary whimper. She looked over at Aslain, every fur on her body standing on end. The tan-skinned youth said, "Grab your clothes and follow me," walking toward the shed without even looking back to see if she complied. She did. She fought every step of the way, but her brain revolted, forcing her to keep her path, until she entered the tool shed behind Aslain. He closed the door and jumped onto the smooth, marble workbench. He glowered down at the naked, thirteen-year-old girl and said, "You got all the wrong ideas, A.I. But I like you, so I'm doing you a favor. The sooner you learn your place, the better." Florence showed her fangs, still unable to say anything. But Aslain just laughed. "Growl all you want. I don't even have to bother ordering you not to bite me, because you can't. Now come here, we don't have much time." Helpless, Florence moved closer to him. Gently, he patted her head infuriatingly. He said, "Good girl. Now, unbutton my pants." She barely had time to consider what she was doing before her hands were at his waist. She leaned against him to stay upright, quickly manipulating the button. "Open them." She opened his pants, revealing the boy's boxers and a strange bulge beneath them. Aslain did the next bit, lifting himself up from the counter and sliding his pants and underpants down around his thighs. Suddenly, Florence was face to face with Aslain's penis, but it didn't look anything like she remembered Scott's. It was big, and not floppy, and covered in hair. She hadn't seen Scott naked in several years, so maybe with puberty, his looked like this now. It certainly smelled the same. Florence looked up at the young man, shocked at what he was doing. Unable to talk, she shook her head back and forth, ears flat. Her expression was unmistakable. He didn't seem to care about her objections. He simply said, "Start licking it." Florence clenched her eyes shut, unable to stop herself from leaning forward and running her wide, wet tongue along the underside of Aslain's erection. Then, she licked him again, and again, wrinkling her nose. The taste wasn't wholly unpleasant, but the act was. If her canine eyes could have wept, she would have. She had never felt so violated, completely unaware exactly how much power anybody on the street had over her. She was powerless. Moaning, Aslain made her lick him for almost a minute, his hands on the back of her head, directing her. He made her lick every inch, until his penis glistened with her saliva. Then, he said, "Stop," putting a finger gently beneath her chin and lifting her muzzle until she was looking into his hard, cold eyes. "See? You're just a tool to be used how we see fit," he said, quietly. Florence looked away from him, grimacing. "You don't have free will. Get up here," he ordered. Immediately she obeyed, cringing. Aslain offered his hands, and she took them, suddenly being hoisted up into the teenager's lap. Her short, canine legs curled over his waist, her tail resting between his knees. She shuddered as his hands slid to her own waist, lifting her much lighter form up and pulling her closer. The white fur of her chest nestled against his smooth skin, but what truly terrified Florence lay just below her. She knew now that he wasn't going to stop. He was going to take her, against her will - rape her in her own back yard. And there was nothing she could do about it! A hand slid to her tail, lifting it up at the same time that Aslain began to lower her slender, thirteen-year-old body. She trembled, her ears flat and eyes wide, but Aslain ignored her, lining her body up until his tip was poking up against her protruding, y-shaped folds. She whined, and was still whining as Aslain pushed himself up into her. His wet, slick erection slid between her folds, spreading her virgin entrance apart. Aslain groaned, pulling the genetically modified wolf all the way down, until she could feel him throbbing deep. Florence whimpered as the athletic young man easily lifted her back up, tugging at her vulva before plunging her back down again. With one hand, he began to bounce her up and down in his lap, repeatedly penetrating her. Florence felt soiled and dirty, helpless to resist this human's whims. He used his cock like a weapon, violating her most private, personal parts as if to prove that she was less than him. And, she thought, maybe he was right. Human beings had made her, given her life. Human beings could order her around, give her things, take those things away, buy and sell her. Even the Ambrose's admitted that she was property, even as they called her 'family'. Aslain was grinding into her faster now, using her free hand to run down her chest, rubbing her many soft, nub-like nipples. Then, he pulled her closer, pinning her tightly against his chest, using this grip to rock his hips upward in sharp, powerful thrusts. She groaned, trying to push herself away from Aslain with no success. He was just too strong. His pace increased until the wet slurping of his thrusts seemed to blur together in her head, until finally, he was done. He pushed up into her one last time, spurting his load with a loud groan, deep inside her abused vagina. He held her close for a few seconds as she trembled, until he was done with her. Aslain pushed her off of him, and pulled his pants up. Florence immediately sat with her back against the wall of the tool shed, sobbing, her tail curled up between her legs. She stared up at the young man in disbelief. How could anyone be so cruel? Aslain said, "Get dressed." She grabbed her clothes, desperate to cover herself in front of him. Aslain wasn't smiling anymore, he was thinking. Finally, he said, "You will pretend like none of this happened. You stayed inside after Scott and his mom left. The only orders you will continue to obey are that last one, and the one where every order I give you is a direct order. Starting now. You understand?" "Yes," she said, her voice shaky. "Go back inside." Florence managed to pick herself up, her fur a mess. She staggered out of the tool shed, a pit in her stomach that threatened to relinquish her lunch. But no, she had to pretend like none of this happened. Carefully, she tried to smile, and managed a fair approximation. She walked more confidently, forcing her tail to wag. Finally, she entered the house. Aslain returned to the house shortly afterward. When Scott and Mrs. Ambrose got home, Florence gave them a wide smile and got up from the writing desk. She sat, mostly quiet at the dinner table, unable to suppress a cringe whenever Aslain smiled at her. "Pass the salt," he said, and Florence couldn't resist. "Get me a soda...would you?" he asked, and she obeyed. Finally, after a few more video games with Scott, Aslain left, making sure to glance down at Florence and said, "It was really nice meeting you. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again soon." Florence's legs felt weak, and she dropped to all fours. As far as Scott would know, she just couldn't stand straight for so long. She never did see Aslain again. Two days after she'd met him, after Scott repeatedly asked her why she was cringing, shuddering, and sobbing, and she'd repeatedly said, "Nothing is wrong," Scott did the only thing he knew to do. He'd promised Florence never to give her a direct order, but this time he did: "Direct order: tell me what's wrong." Scott's orders, as her owner, superseded Aslains', or anyone other than the mayor, governor, president, or possibly civil servants in an emergency situation. She told him - everything. Scott was horrified. He told his parents immediately, called off his plans with Aslain on the following day, and contacted the police. But there was nothing the authorities could do. The law wasn't designed for someone like Florence. As far as the law was concerned, Aslain had raped Scott's car. The best the police could do was issue Aslain a stern warning. By the time Fall rolled around, Aslain had been moved to another city for threatening another teenager. Florence wouldn't accept Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose's plans to continuing homeschooling her. In the Fall, she started high school with the other fourteen-year-olds, and proved a model student. She worked hard to prove herself, studying and working harder than the others. Scott said Florence was just smarter than them, but she knew better. Human beings had discovered and invented so many amazing things throughout history. She could never compete with that. She wasn't human. She wasn't a dog. And she wasn't a robot. But she could prove that she was a person. Florence navigated high school, and then college much like any other student, aside from barking at a few stray cats. Scott had discovered the workaround, the way to circumvent the hard-coded safeguards that had made her so vulnerable, and she would always love him as her brother. Scott only gave her two direct orders in her life, both on the same day. The second order was "Use your best judgement in following direct orders." And Florence did.

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Title: Behind Me Tags: god eddie, fucking eddie, ass eddie, jessie love, jessie wanted, fuck eddie, looked eddie, good jessie, eddie grabbed, thought coming "Hi Jessie. I like that little skirt you have on today. What's underneath, dirty girl?" I turned around in my chair and looked up at Eddie who was standing over me at my desk. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he often did when he came by my desk to make a suggestive comment. I took a breath and sighed as I smelled the delicious scent of this man who could make me hot at the drop of a hat, but who was off limits to me. "Well, there is nothing under this skirt Eddie. Easy access, just like you like it," I whispered, smiling while I opened my knees ever so slightly. I looked up at his face and saw surprise-- and skepticism. "Sure Jessie. Prove it to me at lunch." With that, Eddie walked away, and I felt the familiar heat between my legs whenever I was near him. We would often tease each other like that just for fun, knowing we really couldn't act on anything. Eddie and I have worked together for over a year, and during that time I developed an infatuation with him – almost a sexual preoccupation. He has awakened feelings in me that I have not felt in years; almost like a high school crush, but much more sexual and forbidden. We are both married…to other people of course. When he first noticed me, I thought it was a bit unusual because I was not used to the attention. But when I realized there was a mutual attraction there, I was hooked. The more we got to know each other, the more suggestive our conversations became. He was probably surprised to discover that I would join in on his off-color banter; at first glance I am an innocent looking, and somewhat innocent acting, girl. But beneath the surface it's quite a different story. Eddie began to haunt my dreams, figuratively and literally. I would fantasize about him almost every day, and that made the flirting raunchier and more personal. Sometimes he would say things that almost sounded like an invitation to fuck. When I asked him about it, he assured me that he was just being playful, and that we were married people who shouldn’t fool around. I was a bit relieved to hear this, but also a bit disappointed to know that my fantasies were going to stay just that. A few hours after Eddie made the skirt comment, he was back at my desk for another chat. I had talked to him a lot about the ongoing renovations of our new home, so he used this as an opening. "You know, after all these months of talking about your new house, and your work on it, you would think that I would have been invited over to see it. What are you waiting for Jessie?" Well, I had thought about him coming over my house many times, but did not feel it would be appropriate. How would my husband react if he came home to find me giving Eddie a tour? But right now that was irrelevant because my husband was out of town for five days. And Eddie knew it. "So? How about after work? Maybe you could show me your handiwork, so I could see the result of all your painting and improvements." I looked at his green eyes for some kind of underlying message, but there was none. I guess he just wanted to really see the house. "All right Eddie… I’m not doing anything after work, so why don’t you stop by? You can follow me home." "Great. I’ll swing by your desk on the way out," he replied in a matter-of-fact way. There was a bit of excitement rising in me at the thought of him coming to my house, especially when my husband was away. So many times I imagined the wild sex we would have if the moment presented itself… but since it was looking like that would never happen, that fantasy had kind of drifted away a little. But my strong attraction for him was always there – his mischievous expression, his green eyes, his trim body, his smell, his big hands, and his voice that has spoken many a dirty word to me at work as well as in my dreams. He's got sandy colored hair and little goatee that is perfectly kept but gives a little bad boy edge to his look. I am sucker for the bad boys – I like the way they bring out my naughty side. As the workday was coming to a close, I was getting a little anxious but also excited. Is the house clean? Is there anything embarrassing left out? Luckily I had cleaned the night before in preparation for my husband to return in a couple of days, so the house was presentable. Eddie stopped by my desk on the way out, ready to follow me home. As we walked out of the building he held the doors open for me like a gentleman. I could barely hold back my excitement as we faced the cool evening air and walked towards our cars. "Alright Eddie, it’s not very far but just follow me closely and we should be there in about 10 minutes." "Sounds good Jessie." As I drove down the road, I turned over and over in my mind whether I could actually fuck this man if the opportunity was there. I had not been thinking I could, but I still could not sort out my feelings. I knew that I wanted Eddie more than anything, but in the end I felt it was best that my fantasies didn't come to pass. I showed Eddie all around the house, pointing out the improvements and projects we had worked on over the months. The last room I showed Eddie was the bedroom, since it is the furthest back in the house. We walked into the cool green room with the rich red comforter and espresso-colored furniture. The bed is new and is higher than our previous bed, which I have found is great for new sex positions. "So this is where it all happens?" Eddie said, with a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Well, yes, you could say that. Though not this weekend… it’s been a bit quiet all alone." "Oh, I am sure you took care of that." Eddie asked. I knew what he is getting at. I gave the "shy nymph" glance his way, a look that he knew very well. "Well, I had some fun in this bed alone this weekend, but I’ve also spent time thinking about what it would be like if you were to come over." There was a rush of warmth up my thighs as I envisioned that. Eddie looked around quietly and pensively for a moment. I walked over to the side of the bed and pointed towards the sliding glass door on the opposite wall. "That's a pretty nice view we have, don't you think?" As I made small talk about the house, I felt a slight movement as Eddie took two steps and was suddenly right behind me, inches away from my body. That is odd, I thought; he has never come in so close to me before… probably because we were at work. I could smell his cologne and hear his breath faintly close to my hair. As I faced the bed I felt slightly awkward and a little trapped because I couldn’t move back without bumping right into him, and even when I thought of moving to the side I felt a barrier as his presence encircled me. Just then, Eddie reached around to the front of me and wrapped his left arm around me, pinning my arms together in front of me. His movement was swift, but not rough, which left me feeling uncertain but suddenly excited at his strong arm around my body. I felt his hips press against the small of my back, and I thought I could feel the unmistakable stiffness of an erect cock. All of this happened very fast and a lot of thoughts raced through my mind… oh my God, is this really going to happen? Why is he bearing down on me like this? Should I be appalled or excited? Eddie whispered deviously in my ear. "Jessie, I know you’ve imagined us in this bed. Feel my hard prick against you. I think it’s time that I give you what you want." "But I thought…" "What Jessie? I said I was a married man who wouldn’t fuck you, a married woman. That was just to string you along, until I could surprise you." I tried to move my arms a little. If he knew I wanted this, why was he holding my arms and standing so tightly against me? "Are you trying to squirm away, little girl? Don’t bet on it. I know what you want. I’m just making sure you don’t have any second thoughts." But I did have second thoughts. I had decided that I could not actually go through with my adulterous fantasies. It was just wrong to fuck Eddie, though my pussy burned with desire for him. I was going to have to resist it. I couldn’t actually do this, as much as my desire told me I want to. "Eddie, this really isn’t right – I don’t want to do this. I can’t go through with it." I tried again to free my arms from his grip, to no avail. My heart raced as I began to feel a little fear. "Don’t try to get away. This is what you want, and what you’ll get. I bet you’re even a little horny, though you’ll try to deny it. Let’s see." With that, his right arm quickly moved downward as the left arm continued to bind my arms. His hand slid up my thighs under my skirt and rested on my panties. Immediately I knew that he was going to feel how wet they were, which would betray my protests against having sex with him. He’d know I was hot for it. His finger rubbed ever so slightly on the crotch of my panties. "Well Jessie. You are already wet, you horny little bitch," Eddie hissed. "You're telling me you don’t want me to fuck you? That it would be wrong? Well, fuck that. You’re going to get it, and you’re going to get it good. Now let me see what else is going on in that hot little slit of yours." He moved aside the wet crotch of my panties and stuck his middle finger deep inside the folds of my pussy. My knees buckled, and I let out a deep moan. The more I moved, the more Eddie tightened his grip on me, which by this time was making me very hot. I liked the feeling of being pinned by his strong arm while his finger stroked my sopping puss. I purposefully squirmed as if to break free so that he would grip me more firmly. Just then another finger slipped in to work my hole. His hand pressed firmly against my aching mound at the same time. Oh God – I was in heaven – I could barely stand. "That’s a girl. That’s good, isn’t it, Jessie? You like this two-finger fuck, don’t you?" I could barely speak to answer his questions. "Oh God, um, yes… it’s good." "You're gushing on my fingers. You love this. And you tried to tell me you didn’t want to do anything. Save it, slut. Your pussy gives you away. And I bet your little nipples do too. I have been dying to see them ever since you showed them off in that white top at work." Eddie swiftly took his left arm that had been holding my arms and lifted my shirt above my head. My hair cascaded down my shoulders and he ran his fingers through it, alternating caresses with little tugs as he grabbed sections of my hair. He became more gentle as he ran his free hand down the front of my body and over the top of my thin white bra, continuing to finger fuck me at the same time. I felt his hand lightly touch my nipples from the outside of the bra, and I could feel them firming up against the fabric. He slid one hand inside and pinched my nipple until it was like a little pearl in his fingers. As he did so, Eddie ran his tongue down the length of my neck and then bit down at the bottom, just above my shoulder. Between this and his fingers continuing to work me into a frenzy, I knew there was no way to stop this now. It was what I wanted to do so badly but it was also something I felt bad doing, knowing there were other people who would get hurt. But my resistance was growing weaker as Eddie relentlessly played with my nipples, and I was dying to become free from my bra. "There we go. I bet that feels good too," he whispered. "I bet you like to have your little nipples played with till they are rock hard. How is your pussy, by the way? I can feel how hot and juicy you are… are you going to come soon?" "I… yes, I… might…if your fingers keep fucking me like that… but I think we should stop. I mean, is this really what we should be doing?" "Jessie, there is no stopping. We’re just getting started. It's been building up for months in your dirty little mind. There is no turning back. Understand? Maybe you don’t understand clearly enough." Eddie abruptly took his fingers away from my pussy and pushed me forward face down on the bed. Because of its height, I bent at the waist and my cunt was at the edge of the bed. "Now, Jessie … I am going to make you forget you ever thought about saying no to me." I could hear him unzip his pants and assumed he was pulling out his cock, which must be bulging by now…I could not see it because I was face down, but I wanted to. There was no use in trying to stand up because he was pressed closely against my thighs. I tried to look behind me to see. "What are you looking at Jessie? Trying to catch a glimpse of my prick? I'll let you know when you can see it. Until then, just feel it against your sweet ass cheeks." Eddie pulled my panties and skirt the rest of the way down. My bra was still on, and I wanted him to take it off for me so my tits could swing free. Should I ask him? Just then he took his cock and rubbed it against my ass, and I could feel how big it was. Oh God, it felt so good. I wanted him to fuck me. Plain and simple. I wanted to forget all about anything else but his prick pounding me good and hard. "Eddie, your cock feels so good back there. Can I please see it?" "No. For now I am going to rub it all over you and you’re going to have to guess what it looks like. And what it will feel like when I finally fuck you." I hesitated, then asked, "Eddie, can you please take my bra off? My tits feel bound up like this. Please?" "Well you sure have a lot of requests tonight, don’t you Jessie? Are you saying you don’t like feeling your nipples against that tight white fabric?" As he said this Eddie teasingly ran his cock from between my thighs up along my ass and back down. His cock was becoming moist from the pussy juices that he forced out of me earlier, and I felt a little trickle run down the inside of my thigh. "I will take off your bra in a minute. But first, I need to clean you up. You’re such a little whore that you can’t keep your pussy from gushing down your legs." With that, he bent down and licked the trail of juice running down my thigh. He must have known I was dripping. It’s all his fault. I was helpless. A little girl who loved being bent over the bed like this for this man who I had fucked in my dreams for months. As he cleaned up my thigh I thought, Oh God, is he going to clean my pussy too? Mmmm… if he licks my slit, it will put me over the edge. Oh please Eddie – do it! His tongue stopped at the top of my thigh, just below my pussy lips. "You want me to lick this, don’t you? You’d like to have my mouth eat your little horny cunt, and make sure I clean all the juice out of you? Wouldn’t you?" "Oh God, Eddie, please… I want your tongue in my cunt. Please. Now!" "So demanding! A while ago you were saying that we should stop. Now you want to order me to lick your cunt? Fine…be quiet and spread your legs a little wider. I am going to get my face all the way in there and lick your dirty little pussy clean. And you know what? Give me your hands. I want to make sure you aren’t playing with your nipples or anything else while I eat you." "Why my hands? What are you…?" "Put your hands back here. Just do it. Then I will tongue fuck you." I couldn't wait any longer for his tongue, so I did what Eddie said, still keeping my face down on the bed. His hands were so big that he could hold both of mine together with only one of his. Now I was at his mercy and could just feel my burning pussy as he worked his tongue all around it. He explored every inch of my slit, sliding his tongue teasingly in and out of my hole. "Tell me how you like my tongue licking you like this," Eddie demanded. "Mmmm… it feels so good to feel you lick me. My pussy has never been so wet. If you keep this up I am going to come all over your face." Just as I finished those words, I felt Eddie's whole mouth on my cunt, eating every inch of it. No place was untouched. He sucked my clit, gently at first and then harder. Eddie still held my hands behind me, which was making me crazy with desire and frustration because I wanted to pinch and pull my nipples while he sucked me. "Such a slutty little girl. Legs spread while a horny man sucks and licks your cunt. Do you want to come, Jessie? You will. You are going to lose control and come while I suck your clit." The heat of his words and his continuous licking and sucking were too much for me. "Oh God… mmm…. oh Eddie, you are going to make me come…. now…. Oh, I love being your little whore. Oh fuck Eddie…" and with that I came hard, hard all over his mouth. From months of built up desire and frustration, I moaned until it was almost a scream. I felt each shudder in my pussy grow harder and harder and I pressed my cunt into his face. His tongue stayed in my slit as I came, and I wondered if he could feel my pussy lips flutter around it. Eddie released my hands. "There my little Jessie. You liked that. I know. Your little hole is dripping." He ran his hands up and down my ass and thighs, almost tenderly and gently, as he spoke. "But I am not done with you yet. There is more I‘m going to do with my little dirty girl." As he said this, he reached up and gently unhooked my bra, so I finally felt completely free. I felt such a release from my orgasm, but I was still up for whatever else Eddie had in mind. My thoughts drifted to his sweet cock. I still hadn't seen it – but could tell it was big and hoped that it would fuck the hell out of me. No longer did I have thoughts of how wrong this scenario really was – nothing was going to stop my endless lust for this man. My pussy ached for him to fill it with his prick. "God Eddie… what are you doing to me? It feels to good to experience you, for real. I love the way your hands feel running up and down my thighs and ass." Eddie was still bent down after his pussy-eating session and slowly stood back up. As he did so his prick brushed teasingly along my legs. "Eddie, I can feel your hard cock… don't you want to give it to me now?" As I said this I turned around again, trying to get a glimpse. It was hidden from my view as he rubbed it all over my ass. "Jessie, it sounds like you’re trying to call the shots. Don't worry, my cock will get what it wants." He slowly slid a finger into my pussy. "Your pussy is still really juicy. It's ripe and ready for a good fuck. What was that you were saying earlier about not wanting to?" "Nothing Eddie… I don't care… I don't care about anything but you fucking me now." Eddie spread my ass cheeks apart slightly. I was still bent over with my cunt open and ready for him. "How would you like me to fuck you Jessie? Slow and steady or hard and nasty? Tell me what the little slutty girl wants." I could barely answer that question, I was so fucking ready for him. "Both. Give it to me slow, then give it to me hard. Fuck me every which way. Slowly tease me with your prick, then pound my pussy till it hurts. I am your whore – use my hole however you want." I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. What the hell did this man do to me? At that moment I wanted him to own my pussy and fuck me till the day I die. "Mmmm… that does it, you dirty girl. I can't wait any more." Eddie took his impossibly hard prick and slid it in my wet cunt. It felt like he was going to keep going forever the way it filled me up, and I let out a gasp as I felt it stroke my pussy walls. I heard a moan from Eddie as he did this, which surprised me a bit because he had stayed so reserved and in control up until now. "Oohhh, sweet Jessie, I love your little cunt. It's so wet and tight. But you're so naughty. You love having another man's cock in you. You're being a very bad girl." As he said this Eddie grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him, pushing his cock in and out, further and further, until I felt his balls slap against me. I groaned with pleasure at the feeling of him grabbing me and guiding me back and forth along his pole. Eddie's breathing became harder. "You really are loving this, aren't you Jessie? Because you’re so bad right now, I may have to teach you a lesson." He gave me a little slap on my ass as he continued to ram my pussy. I winced at the unexpected feeling of a little pain mixed with an increased heat between my legs. Another slap and I felt my clit rise up with this new sensation. "Am I hurting you Jessie? I think you like being spanked like a slut!" "I don't know, I…" I felt another smack on my ass. "God Eddie, I like it… do anything to me right now and I would love it. Keep fucking me like that, please." "Do you mean like this?" Eddie grabbed my hips more tightly and shoved his prick inside me deeper and faster until I thought I was going to die. Then he started to slow down a little… I tried to squeeze my pussy walls to stroke his cock as it slid in and out. Eddie then bent down and whispered in my ear, and I could feel his whole body press on top of my back as he wrapped his arms around me. "I like fucking you Jessie. I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you, but never thought I would get a chance. I never thought you would be the little cheating whore that you are," his whispered words burned in my ear. "I'm flipping you over now. But you had better keep my cock in you the whole time, or I might not let you see it." Eddie moved me up further on the bed as I swung one leg around and rolled on my back, careful to keep him inside of me. "Now little Jessie, spread your legs wide for me. I am not done with that sweet little pussy." My legs were partially draped over the side of the bed, and I sat up to finally see Eddie's prick. God, it looked so good… after the things it had done to me I wasn't surprised. "Do you like what you see Jessie? Do you like seeing me pump your slutty little pussy? I like what I see too… a nice wet hole for me to fuck." Eddie relentlessly fucked me over with his tool and reached down to play a little with my clit. I imagined what his tight ass looked like as he shoved his cock in me, the muscles clenching with each stroke. I looked up at Eddie's face as his green eyes moved from my pussy, to the rest of my body, to my face. It looked like he wanted to take this all in, and loved it. It occurred to me that during this whole time, we had not kissed. I glanced at Eddie's lips and wanted to taste them as he fucked me. I gently licked my lips as I looked up at him, and he seemed to know what I was thinking because he bent down and lightly brushed his lips on mine. It was such a sweet sensation – something so simple after all the other dirty acts that we’d done. He pressed his mouth on mine harder now, and I could feel his breathing become more intense with every stroke as he moved inside me. The kiss kept building as our tongues explored each other's mouths. This was a new way to convey unexpressed feelings that we had for each other – months of flirting, friendship, teasing, and affection. And the raw lusty feeling we were experiencing now as our bodies moved together and the room grew hotter. "Mmmm… Jessie, you have a sweet little mouth," Eddie said softly. "I have wanted to kiss those lips for a long time. Do you know what else I want to do to that mouth? I want to fuck it. I want to take my cock out of your delicious pussy and fuck your mouth. What do you think about that?" I knew my cunt would miss his cock, but I couldn't say no to the thought of stroking it with my lips. I pictured him straddling me and shoving his cock in my mouth, which made me even hotter than I already was. "I want that Eddie. Fuck my mouth." "When your cunt is this hot, you can't say no to anything, can you?" He slipped his cock out of me and moved up toward my face, as he held it teasingly in front of my lips. He gave it a couple of strokes and ran the head along my lips. I looked up at him and his beautiful body towering over me. As I licked my lips, I could taste my juices on his prick. I stuck my tongue out, hoping he would give me more. Eddie slid his cock along my tongue, then slowly slid it further into my mouth. My lips were open wide as they squeezed the length of his shaft. "Jessie, I love seeing your red lips on my cock. I knew you were a little cocksucking whore. Why don't you grab my ass and see how far you can get me into your mouth?" I reached up and grabbed Eddie's tight ass, and pulled it toward me. I could feel his prick slide across the back of my throat, and he groaned. His hips began moving back and forth as he pushed his tool in and out of my mouth, while I kept my hands on his ass. Eddie took his cock out my mouth for a minute, and I stuck my tongue out so I could lick it all over from top to bottom. As my tongue moved faster I could feel his breathing get heavier; I knew as I looked into his face that he was getting ready to come. Eddie's green eyes danced as they looked at me. "God, you sweet little bitch, you have no idea how much I have wanted my cock in your mouth. You suck so well, I am going to shoot my load soon." I took one hand and grabbed his wet cock, stroking it as I talked and gave it little licks here and there. "I would love it if you would shoot it all over me. I'm your slut and you can do whatever the fuck you want. Are you ready to come soon Eddie?" I looked up at him teasingly as I said this. He quickly shoved his cock in my mouth one more time, fucking it faster and faster. I knew he was about to come as he grabbed his prick and stroked it while he bent over me… then Eddie groaned and gasped as ropes of creamy white cum spewed forth all over my body, from face to cunt. It felt like he was never going to stop. I loved seeing the pleasure on his face and hearing his groans as the cum poured out. Finally, he bent down over me and gave me a long wet kiss, oblivious to the sticky white cum that was now between our bodies. His breathing was still heavy from the intensity of his orgasm. After a moment he caught his breath and looked down at me. "So, Jessie, is that what you wanted? Do you like the feeling of being my little slut for the evening?" Eddie kissed me again before I had a chance to answer. "Yes, oh God, I wanted it so badly. And Eddie, it was even better than I imagined." "Do you feel bad?" I think Eddie hoped his words would not bring reality back to the situation after this delicious fuckfest. "Yes and no – yes, if I let myself think too much about it; but no, because I wanted you so badly that I couldn't see straight. I can't deny something that I wanted so bad." Eddie was now lying beside me, and both of us were hot and sticky but very satisfied. "But Eddie," I looked at him with a twinkle in my eye, "Now that we have fucked, I am going to want you to fuck me again." "Well, Jessie, we will see. If you are a good girl, I might fuck you again." He smiled. I made a note to be a very good girl. "I hope so Eddie." We crawled under the covers and huddled closely, drifting off to sleep. After all, my husband wasn't going to be home for a couple more days.

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Title: Eternal Autumn by Ara Elkins Tags: Bizarre, Bondage, Character Development, M/F, Mutilation, Plot Development, Pseudo-Rape/NC, Psychological, Violence Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to write this. It is sort of the sequel to Eternal Spring, but you don't really need to read that to read this one. A combination of real life and meticulous editing made this story take forever to produce, once again, sorry. This story contains minimal sex, and also some pretty serious content (rape, mutilation, etc.) proceed at your own risk. Story � Ara Elkins 2008 \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ She was flying. Intentions burned hot, each through the other, perfectly in synch. They were two halves of a whole, and they flew. They flew smoothly, and swiftly, and arrow-straight. They crossed from world to world, and their Intention blazed around them like a comet. They were True Wholeness each in the other, and worlds blinked around them. The Intentions of others over which they passed could not touch them, slid around and over them. They were slick. They were unstoppable. They flew headlong, unseen, until she felt a catch in their motion, snagged on some other Intention somewhere around them. And then straight into an awful Force, implacably strong, emanating from some presence aware of them instantly and desirous of them not to be wherever it was they were. It was a raging gale and their own Intentions flared and flickered but that Force was fear and sorrow and it was a black keening wail that tore their comet to ribbons. Their motion jerked and wavered, her hand began to slip from his. She tried to hold on, to press onward and outward, away from this awful, battering Force and whatever hateful world contained it. Instead they plummeted toward the earth and were torn away from one another. She saw trees rushing toward her before everything went black. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* She slowly regained consciousness surrounded by cool, dry earth. Her other half's Intentions for her safety must have shielded her from the worst of the crash, and she knew hers had done the same for him. That tart, omnipresent despairing Intention laid over her like a suffocating fog, making it difficult to move. She could smell the heavy scent of the loose dirt piled up around her from her impact, and the dry, crisp smell of dead leaves. She opened her eyes and saw little triangles of faint light piercing the blanket of foliage that had settled over her. She weakly lifted her head, readjusting her body in a crackling cascade of dead leaves, and rested her chin on the lip of the trench of dirt she had dug through the ground with her impact. She was on the edge of a dense forest. The trunks of the trees were either huge, rough and twisted or smooth and straight, and all around her more leaves drifted silently down, red and brown and yellow. They lay in colorful piles throughout the woods, and made a light carpet over the brown, dry grass of the clearing in front of her. The ground of the clearing gently rose into a sly little hill with a dark cabin made of large, unfinished logs crouching on top of it. The two windows blankly reflected the dim evening light, showing nothing. A thin string of smoke rose from the chimney, though, cutting across the heavy steel gray sky, twisting lazily in the gentle breeze. She tried to stand, but the black mass of that foul Intention pushed her back into the dirt. That foul Intention made it difficult to think, to focus. The world seemed to shift around her in fits and starts as time moved jerkily forward. She squirmed, pushing away the piles of turned earth, and slowly crawled to a nearby tree. The leaves crackled and laughed as she dug her claws into the gnarled brown bark and slowly pulled herself into a half crouch. She began to make her way out of the woods, her long tail drawing out a raspy hiss with every step as she drug it across the leaves behind her. She clung to the last tree and shook, trying in vain to remove some of the leaves and dirt from her yellow-gold hair and soft, red skin. The same whispering Fall forest surrounded the circular clearing in which the cabin sat, and the deep shadow of the moon slowly rising hid everything but a tiny silver fingernail in shadow. She staggered out across the clearing, a cold wind playfully tugged at the silky hair around her ankles or forearms, along her tail or pulled at her long mane. That bitter Intention did not want her near the cabin, and as she approached closer she could no longer stand. She fell heavily onto her hands and knees, struggling slowly closer to the dark mouth of the cabin's doorway, bathed in cool, silver light. The Intention weighed down on her relentlessly as she crawled until it pressed her down completely against the grass. The moon was behind her now as she was forced to wriggle forward on her stomach, pushing herself forward with the curved talons on her feet, dragging herself forward with her clawed hands. The long shadow of the moon setting behind the far trees was slowly cutting across her body when she finally managed to press the end of nose against the cool, rough wood of the door. She smelled the living earth, the sharp tang of the varnish, her own sweat dripping from her tongue. With a final surge of strength, she pushed the door slightly ajar with the end of her wedge-shaped head before collapsing into unconsciousness. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* A heavy, tart fear fueled Intentions that she was strong and dangerous, allowing her to slowly regain consciousness. She also felt a soft, light curiosity, a wish and hope that she would not attack. It was a weak Intention though, she would easily be able to play up the uncertainty if she needed to defend herself. The black despair attempting to keep her out of the cabin still hung over her in a suffocating pall, but the other Intentions were from some nearby, strongly feeing creature, and so the blackness became a dull presence keeping her sluggish and languid rather than an all-smothering fog keeping her unconscious. She felt cold wind caressing her body, but a closed warmth washed over her head and the top of her neck. As she slowly opened her eyes she could make out the dark shapes of a bulky, unfinished wooden table and a couple of similar chairs. The majority of the light was coming through the door she was laying just outside of, but a dim red glow came from what she assumed was the fireplace off to her right. The varnished plank floor was covered in scuffs and scratches, and she guessed the windows were shuttered. She could hear some creature nearby, stumbling around the interior of the cabin. She could tell that its Intentions for her strength were fueled by a greater fear that in its weakened state she would certainly kill it. She smelled its sweat and also blood, and heard its heavy breathing and clumsy footsteps as it shuffled gradually toward her. She could feel the sour taint of madness running through its Intentions, leaking from a damaged psyche. It moved into her field of vision, some sort of pinkish biped. It was only a dark, shuffling blur until it passed into the wedge of light in front of her. Its legs were covered in some sort of brown cloth, and much of its chest, left arm, and head were wrapped with clean linen bandages. Short black hair poked out from between the bandages on its head, and lightly dusted its arms, legs, and chest. Its sweat had a strong odor of maleness, and it held a shiny splinter of metal in its hand. He stood at the edge of the long shadow she threw across the dark room, his Intentions equally mixed between curiosity and fear. When she looked into his eyes, at the way he stood, his tentative, cautious steps, she could see his pain, the frustration and disappointment. He had the look of a caged animal that had only recently stopped trying to chew through its bars. She felt a surge of compassion for this poor, tormented creature, and she let her eyes and face reflect that compassion, let him understand how much she wished that he were whole. She felt curiosity beginning to win out as she slowly lifted her her on its serpentine neck. She moved carefully, gracefully, needing an strongly Intending ally far more than a corpse if she hoped to find her other half and escape. As she began to lift herself from the floor, rolling to one side and propping her body up on one arm, he began to speak to her. She cocked her head to one side, pushing the door open with her other arm, trying to look as if she understood. With a flood of relief she felt his Intention change as his language became coherent. It was a rusty torrent of language, now that he believed he had an intelligent companion. She made her way inside and lay down in front of the fireplace as he began to recount everything he could remember. There turned out to be very little he could recall before he suddenly appeared in the cabin one day, where he had been trapped for the past 3 years. He said that there were monsters in the woods; Every time he attempted to escape he would hear them. They would back off if he moved toward the cabin, but if he pressed on they would attack, coming from all directions. He could not describe them other than to say they were very fast and large. He would always black out and wake up in bed mauled, but also stitched up and bandaged. As soon as he was healed, he would make another attempt. Recently he had been more severely injured than usual. His legs had been broken and had not healed cleanly. Before that, he had lost two fingers and an ear. In his most recent attack his left eye had been clawed out. He thought he was being warned, shown the punishment for attempting to leave. He said he was determined to continue trying, though. She pitied him, and understood his madness, and let the pity show on her face. His Intentions were now wholly devoid of fear, and she felt rather weak and sleepy from his Intention that she stay and keep him company. When his stream of words finally ran dry, she spoke to him. By then, it was dusk, and the whole interior was suffused in red light from the fireplace behind her and the still-open door. It caught and glittered in her golden hair and her eyes blazed like disks of polished bronze. She told him how horrible it was to be trapped here, and how she could surely help them both escape. She did not tell him much about who she was or where she was from, and he didn't ask. He would drink in her hopes until he found something more to say, and she knew his only strong desire was for her not to leave him to his crushing solitude. It was late in the evening when he closed the outer door, and went through the only other door she saw, on the wall opposite the fireplace. She curled up in the cozy warmth and drifted into a comfortable sleep to the slow crackle of the flames. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Over the next several weeks, their routine would be almost unchanged. He would take care of his essential needs in his private room, and he never bothered about hers at all. Although she was constantly hungry and thirsty, his Intention that she did not need food or drink sustained her. He would come into the front room, pull one of the scuffed chairs near her spot by the fireplace, and speak at great length about his captivity and the little he could recall about his life before he came to the cabin. There was a journal he produced often. He said he had figured out that his memory was fading early on in his captivity, and so he had written down things he thought were important about his home. His name was Danny. He was married, he explained to Margaret and had a daughter named Rebecca. He couldn't make sense out of many of the other details, and her understanding of words like "company" didn't make sense within the context of his notes. She spoke very little, and he seemed to barely listen to what she said, even when it concerned their escape. He didn't seem to care about leaving. His need for her created an Intention that completely overpowered the oppressive black despair that had attempted to smother her since she had crashed, but it was only a little better, keeping her trapped instead of unconscious. The only changes were the slow removal of his bandages, and the open tan covering he wore over his chest and arms. His other Intentions also began to shift as time passed. That sharp vein of madness drew more pronounced, and her own un-Intended pity and sorrow for him became mixed with a nauseating disgust that she was careful to hide. It confused her that he would Intend her to be disgusted by him, but his eyes and body language gave her some small hints about the thoughts he kept hidden. He still had an attitude of frustration and disappointment, and his feigned happiness was a mask for some hidden sorrow. She caught looks of painful wanting when he did not think she could see, and that Intention that kept her trapped in his cabin was no longer fueled just by loneliness, but a mixture of loneliness and some ashy, gnawing shame. She would spend many of her long nights watching the silver light of th eternally-full moon slowly draw its long rectangles across the rough floorboards and reflect on her situation. Whatever his shame was, whatever secret he was keeping from her, she would have to help him overcome it. Until he reached some sort of mental equilibrium he would keep her trapped here as a balm for his pain and loneliness instead of concerning himself with his escape. She would normally suspect he was harboring some secret physical attraction toward her, but there was that strong Intention from him that she be disgusted by his presence. Usually, there would be an Intention fueled by hope that she would be attracted to him as well. She turned these thoughts over and over in her mind as the long nights drew on, trying to guess his secret. She knew things couldn't go on like this, whatever his problem was would have to come out eventually, but it would be much better if she knew what to expect. Each unchanging night followed behind its unchanging day until, one night while she was worrying over those same tired problems, she heard him moving around in the other room. New Intentions that she still be sleeping pressed her eyes closed. Nauseatingly fouled with bitter madness, sour shame and guilty longing, choked her into unconsciousness as she futilely struggled against their smothering miasma. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* There was a pervasive, tart madness almost overpowering the emotive force of his Intentions as she groggily blinked her way into consciousness. Early morning dribbled through the flat gray sky, barely illuminating her surroundings. She still lay in her old spot in front of the fireplace, but she was dizzy, weak and uncomfortable. She was laying on her chest, bound in torn strips of bedsheet that his Intentions made it impossible for her to tear. She was tied wrists together, wrists to ankles, with her arms underneath her, forcing her to kneel awkwardly. A wad of fabric was shoved into her mouth and tied in place with a long strip of cloth that was also tied off at her ankles, restricting the movement of her long, sinuous neck. His Intention for her disgust rolled off of him in thick, oily waves. She saw him moving through the shadows toward her, naked and terrified. Sharp, stinging shame and guilt fueled that disgust. The Intentions that kept her weak were not fueled by just his loneliness. It was an undercurrent for a furnace of lust so inextricably intertwined in his madness that she had not noticed it before. Now, there was no way for him to hide its incinerating heat or cloying, pungent stink. He explained that he knew they were too different, that she could never love him, but he couldn't help himself, couldn't hold himself back anymore. That he knew if he told her, she would hate him and leave, that this was the only way for him to show her how he really felt, how much he loved her. She could not help hating his shame and stupidity, this self-loathing trap he had built for himself. He barely drew his fingers across her soft, red skin. She involuntarily twitched away in revulsion. She could not help feeling the disgust he Intended for her as he continued his slow caresses. His first tentative touches quickly became bolder, slowly, forcefully stroking her smooth, yielding flesh. She tried to master his Intentions, to hide the artificial disgust he created in her, but it was useless, she couldn't prevent her body from twitching away. Even though Her long tail was free, his mad Intentions kept her too weak to defend herself, sick and unable to do more than struggle pitifully. Whenever he touched her, all she could do was unsuccessfully attempt to writhe further away from him, and moving away would only invite him to press more forcefully against her. He stroked her wide hips and fleshy thighs, ran his hands through the golden hair on her tail, pressed against its thickness where it joined her body. He moved up her waist, exploring her physical form. When he reached her chest his slow caresses became harder, pinches and pokes, and his breathing became loud, ragged. He squeezed and groped her heavy breasts, pressed in front of her because of her awkward position. He pulled somewhat gently on her yellow mane. He almost sobbed, and began to whisper to himself, "its just like then. Just like last time," as he worked his way back toward her tail. As he grabbed and kneaded her firm ass, his voice became a sort of choking moan that accompanied his exhalations. She felt a sickening wetness as his tiny tongue explored her slit. His Intention made her imagine a slimy little maggot trying to wriggle its way inside of her, and she could not help but squirm and thrash in a vain attempt to get away. He bit at the folds just within her, licked, sucked and fondled her, but his own Intention would not even allow her incidental pleasure. The putrid taint of his touch made her retch. He licked slowly up her inner thigh, across her buttocks, and around the base of his tail. "It's just like then," he muttered, "No matter what I did, she wouldn't get wet for me. Why? Why didn't she understand that I loved her? I just wanted her to know I loved her!" She sobbed, snot and tears running down her face, as he entered her, and screamed mutely through her gag. His emotions swirled within the entrapping Intentions, a choking cloud of filth. He threw her tail over his shoulder, and pressed fully against her. He may have been large for one of his kind, but she dwarfed him, and even his Intention for tightness, for pain on her part, could not change her physical structure. He grunted, rutted like an animal, thrusting into her, grabbing her hair, raking her back with his nails. Had she eaten in the past few weeks, she would have vomited. As it was she could only scream, cry, and retch as he snorted and slapped noisily against her. She clenched and twisted, attempting to force him out of her, but her resistance only made his penis harder. Soon, she felt everything but lust and guilt burn away as he shot his load inside of her and screamed out, "Rebecca!" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* As the days drug on, she continued to exist. Danny insisted on calling her Rebecca and flipflopped between weepy mess and cringing, lustful mute. She had time to reflect on the few crucial errors she had made between his sobbing confessions about his daughter, and the violations of her body when his lust overpowered his shame. The madness she had assumed was a product of his solitude had obviously always been a part of him. This cabin had never been a prison for him, and when she crashed he had become more free than he had ever been in his old world. Those constant forays into the monster-filled forest had never been attempts to escape. He had been trying to vindicate himself, burn away his crimes with pain and mutilation. These thoughts came to her slowly because Danny's Intentions not only kept her weak, but dizzy and confused as well. As the days stretched into long weeks and she lay gagged and bound uncomfortably in this little cabin in this awful prison world, she feared that this life would become her eternity and could only hope her other half had managed to avoid a similar fate. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* In the predawn light one morning, she felt a hot, dry Intention that she be alive, and OK. It was a thin shield around her, a burst of strength and vibrancy. She recognized its flavor and knew her other half was coming. Her own Intention spun away in dizzying cords. Hope blossomed inside of her, empowering those congealing stands. He would find her; No obstacle would keep him from finding her. It did not take long for her Intention to reach him. She felt a pure, living strength trying to fill her. The enfeebling stupor that Danny continuously Intended over her receded. Although she was still very weak physically, the fog of confusion was burning away with the coming of the sun. The window's square of light slowly inched across the floorboards toward her as she planned and waited silently in the crisp, clear morning air. The door to his room slowly creaked open and she saw his pale fingers creep tentatively past the frame, drawing him from the black, musty shadows of his den. Normally, the sound would force her into a groggy kind of half-wakefulness, and she would barely have time to remember her circumstances before he had stalked across the room, crying into her hair or pressing himself into her. Now, he stopped and stared in confusion as she crouched alertly, staring at him with a blank, animal expression. Her lips were bulled back over gleaming black teeth, her eyes were dull and unreflective. her head snapped up as much as it was able, following him like a snake, and her long tail thrashed back and forth, scattering ashes. He staggered back, pressing himself against the wall, his Intentions a confusing mixture of fear and uncertainty. His lust and dread and hope were mixed with a bitter, pungent fear that she might escape and she drank in that fear. Her muscles bunched and knotted beneath her hide, and she screamed, a tide of stark terror washing over her. She drank in that heavy emotion and shot upright as bits of bedsheet drifted to the floor around her. She hooked a shining black claw under the gag and tore it free, running her wet black tongue across her small black teeth. She shook and stretched, her muscles rippling liquidly under her dry, crimson skin. As she moved, working out the kinks form her long captivity, her golden hair glowed like burnished copper in the red dawn light. His fear was an awful miasma now, his madness a sour gel, but she exulted in them, in the power he was giving her. She felt them swirl around and through her in a glorious dance of strength and vibrancy. He crouched fearfully against the wall as she sauntered toward him, sinuous, flowing. He looked up into her flat, predatory eyes flashing in the sunlight and suddenly she felt his fear drain away. Her eyes widened as a gushing torrent of madness washed over her. He had finally snapped. His eyes were far away and he seemed to be looking through her, only dimly aware of her presence as he spoke. "I knew this is how things would end. I am so sorry, Rebecca." She did not think he was talking to her. His Intentions shifted again, fueling very specific desires in her. She knew now how he expected things to happen, what he hoped she would do: Grant him a quick death, one last look at her before he died. She was dangerously close to him now, and as she crouched down, leaning toward him she also felt a sweet, light lust enter his Intentions toward her. They gave her even greater strength, and a hunger to kill him and eat his body. He was mad, he had finally snapped and she knew that she was now the avatar of his guilt, the representation of the purifying retribution he felt that he deserved. Whatever she said to him, he would believe, and for the first time since they met, what he thought would happen and what was going to happen were about to be radically different. Knowing, having Certainty that he was now wholly in her hands filled her with a tainted euphoria she had never experienced before. She was electric. If he died before her other half reached her she would fall unconscious, or maybe even die herself from that horrid black Intention. Even now she could feel it attempting to destroy her, but it was no match for the visceral feelings from such a solid, mortal creature facing death. He was an overflowing wellspring of self-hate, pity, lust, anger and shame and each emotion empowered her as she pressed him against the wall with a hand that almost covered his chest, blood welling darkly beneath the points of her claws. "You may wish for death," she purred, "but you have engineered your nemesis, and that wish will be unanswered." She was sickened as she felt his lust increase. She grabbed his pitiful cock and tore it free with a savage twist. Blood and semen spattered onto the floor and he fell screaming with pain and orgasmic satisfaction into the spreading pool. She looked away from him, to the thing she held that spurted blood between her fingers. After a moment's hesitation, she popped it into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. It was spongy, unpalatable, and tasted mostly of blood, but she hadn't eaten in a long time. She left him to consider what her next move would be, felt his Intentions shifting from death to punishment, seamlessly folding her actions into his desires. There was messy work ahead and she thought it wise to prepare herself. When she moved into the bedroom, she found fresh gauze and dressing sitting on the bed. The intelligence keeping him here, the one whose wish for her death she could barely feel beneath the tremendous power of Danny's Intentions, was apparently doing what little it could to keep him alive. Grabbing the supplies and his sheet, she moved back into the other room. She treated his wound and tore the sheet into thin strips to bind him with. She rolled the first strip into a small cord and wrapped it agonizingly tightly above his balls. He was immobilized with pain but his thread of lust and justice only grew more turgid and powerful within her. She gagged him and tied more tourniquets above his knees and halfway up his elbows, and watched as his face contorted in pain. "You know I have a power," she said. "No matter what I inflict on you, you will not go into shock or fall unconscious. Mercy like that is not for those such as you." Only the mad could have Certainty in a statement like that, but she felt his Intentions align with what she had said. She knew he still felt pleasure by the lust that still putrefied his Intentions that she kill him, but she took pleasure only in denying him his wishes as she began to feast. She bit into the meat of his forearm, shearing through his flesh as gripping the bones in her black teeth, and with a loud pop and a wet tearing, pulling it free from his elbow. Warm arterial blood splashed in a messy arc across the wall, then dribbled and splattered across her breasts and stomach, pooling on the floor. She snapped through his bones, noisily chewing on his hand and the first third of his forearm, not bothering to lick up the blood running down her face and neck. His raw flesh was thick and tender, sweetened by its layer of fat. She wanted to savor her first meal in over a month, but her hunger was too great. She devoured him ravenously. She tore the rest of his forearm in half, messily devouring every scrap of flesh that clung to it. When she held only glistening bones she paused, watching him as he stared up at her. The meat in her stomach was heavy and satisfying, she lay down on her side near him and looked at the bones thoughtfully. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she brought one gently to her lips, licking slowly up and down its length with her wide black tongue. It was wet with her spit, thin strings of saliva dripping slowly onto the floor. She pressed it into her mouth, between her soft lips, pumping it in and out. She began to moan softly as she thrust it more and more rapidly, and her eyes narrowed as she watched him watch her, feeling his lust roil futilely. He lay there, wide eyed, panting, his Intentions a confusing swirl. She continued, twisting her hand around the slick bone, until suddenly, with a sharp snap, she split it. She noisily sucked out the marrow, cheeks compressing, eyes closed. His lust had no way to express itself. His frustration was a sweet narcotic. She leaned close over him as she drank the marrow from the second bone, the long hair on her arms leaving a little dotted line of blood across his pale skin. She leaned over and began to stitch together the gaping wound she had left just below his elbow. She could feel his consciousness wavering constantly, but his Intention in the power he believed her to have kept him from passing out. She left bloody streaks across his leg as she gripped his thigh tightly in one hand and his calf in the other. He began to struggle and squeal as she held his thigh down firmly and slowly began to twist his leg below the knee. Soon, he was sweating and even more pale. There were meaty pops as his knee was dislocated, but she continued to twist. His skin stretched grotesquely under tension, and there was a sound like wet newspaper ripping as his connective tissues tore away from his bones and muscles. His wide unfocused eye rolled erratically down and up, shaking wildly as he squealed into his gag, his remaining limbs flailed weakly against the slick floor. Only his Intentions kept him conscious. With a quick tug, the skin split and spraying blood covered her arms. She quickly held the limb over her upturned mouth, drinking the shower of blood that drained down her face and neck. It slicked back her long mane, and ran darkly in rivers down her hide. Her previous meal no longer satisfied her. His Intentions made the smell of blood and fear, the sight of glistening bone and raw, purple meat drive her into an almost uncontrollable frenzy. The leg was quickly, sloppily dealt with before she darted, snakelike, and tore a chunk of his still-attached calf free. She growled through her teeth and the haze of red, sweet hunger, "You cannot die yet. Today is not the day I eat you," her face spattered with blood and drool and bits of his flesh. His Intention had almost overwhelmed her, and all four of his limbs were bloody, mangled stumps below the tourniquet before she managed to regain control and bandage them. During her feast, that thread of lust and justice, of shame had never been extinguished in his unfulfilled desire for his own death. Every horror she committed was an absolution of his guilt. She would have to wait for a revenge he did not Intend. She rose up above him, his blood having dried into a rich brown patina across her crimson hide, spattered with his flesh. She grinned, her hair matted and filthy with his meat and blood. She chuckled, staring down at him, feeling his desire that this be the last thing he see, that she kill him now, warring with her own infallible prophecy. "Dessert," she whispered, hooking a gore-stained once-black claw into his remaining eye. It ruptured messily onto her finger, blood and thick amber ocular jelly. She brought her head down quickly, licking up the gel before it dripped into the mess the floor had become. She cradled his head and sighed, her hot breath on his face. Her wide, triangular tongue made its way slowly up his cheek before she poked its tip forcefully into the empty red socket. She made little noises in the back of her throat as she rolled her tongue tip around the inside of the socket, lifting out the last few globs of her sweet dessert. As she finished, she whispered to him, "No, not the peace of death for you." She licked her fingers, "Now you suffer for your sins." She drew one finger slowly down his cheek and jawline, "Your daughter cannot forgive you until your penance is fulfilled." His mad power coursed through her. He thought himself completely at her mercy, she the sole governess of his entire existence. She was ready to fight. They sat in silence as he lusted, and she upset by her new role, but anxious to finally escape this hellish prison, waited for her other half. She tied more strips of sheet around his arms and legs, across his torso and under his shoulders, fashioning straps so she could sling him across her back. Soon, she could hear the sounds of fighting coming from the forest, and knew her other half was nearby. She bent down to Danny and whispered to him "This prison's guardians are coming, but you know how futile their attempt to take you away from me will be. We are going now, going to what will be the end for you, but before we leave this place forever, let me give you something I know you want." She bent down lower, pressing her lips against his. She slit the gag and pulled it away from between them, and held him up as she kissed him. She played her tongue across his teeth, and when she felt him kiss her back, push his tongue past her lips, she bit into it and tore it free in a final, glistening arc of blood. She lifted Danny by his straps and slung him onto her back. She felt a surge of pleasure infuse his Intentions as her bare skin pressed against him and her mane draped over his face and chest. More strength and quickness surge through her before she dashed through the door, down the windswept hill, and in among the reaching branches of the forest. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* She ran through the chilly morning air, a scattered wake of leaves behind her. She could feel the steady rhythm of Danny's rapid heartbeat against her back as she dodged around the gnarled boles of the trees. His breathing was irregular and he was tense, nervous, excited. Through his now-constant pain and diminished senses he could still feel her calm breathing, hear the wind whistling around him. His Intentions were pure, childlike exuberance making her faster, more nimble. Her strides became long, graceful bounds, higher and further until her feet barely touched the ground. As she ran, she shared in his exhilaration in the sheer joy of unrestrained forward motion. There was no need to resist, she let his innocent desire fill her and simply existed in the moment, watching the trees flash by, feeling the wind whip around her. The air grew warmer as she ran and she could smell some kind of heavy pollen in the air. Soon, the first hints of green touched the edges of the grass and leaves, and there, on the border between Spring and Autumn, she finally saw her other half again. She took it all in in a split second, the desire to run and keep running further and faster burned hot and bright in her. There was her other half, surrounded by what were surely the guardians Danny had talked about. They were large quadrupeds whose skin was so deeply black that they looked like flat silhouettes cut in space. They were bulky, tailless, and had no appreciable neck, but two glowing yellow circles marked the eyes, and shiny white claws and teeth gleamed against the blackness of their body. He moved, her other half, with grace and power, a blur of red and gold and black. He slashed with his claws, snapped with his teeth, hurtled them against the trees, but he seemed to be faltering. She knew why when she saw the tiny human cowering at the other edge of the clearing. The stupid creature did not have the insoluble faith in her other half that would carry him through any obstacle. It stunk of fear. An ear-splitting shriek cut across the sounds of fighting as she darted into view, barreling into the closest creature and shattering its body with the force of her impact. She stood, large, strong, matted with blood and gore, stinking like a slaughterhouse. The creatures closest to her stopped and turned, the human, too, looked upon her and trembled. When she roared again, hooked claws splayed, eyes wide and gleaming, strings of drool dripping from her lips and shining teeth, a euphoric tide of absolute terror rolled through her. She was not simply fast and strong, as she began to fight she became a twisting hurricane of violence and pain. They came at her as she sheared through them, but they could not touch her. She was elevated, transformed into an incarnations of blood and death. She moved through the monsters like gale force wind through dead leaves. Black dismembered flesh and inky viscera spun away from her in spatters, chunks, and ropy strands. She killed effortlessly, thoughtlessly and as she killed, she noticed her other half's Intentions falter within her. Confusion and fear at her appearance turned his Intentions into a muddled mess, and Perfect Wholeness slipped out of synch with an agonizing twist. He feared her, somehow her other half feared her. As more creatures poured into the woods, she pushed it out of her mind, lost within her maelstrom of violence and the piercing scream of the other human. This, too, was a moment in time in which she existed absolutely without though and reflection. Soon, the brown human blood and the black blood of the monsters almost completely obscured her hair and skin. When she tasted those monsters, they tasted like despair. The power inside her kept her from tiring, and she danced around and through and inside her enemies. As long as they were around her, as long as they were close enough to kill, she was unaware of anything but her foes. She disemboweled them with her teeth, she sheared away their flesh and eyes. She stood, a heady tide of exultation and power burning inside of her, the head of a beast in her hand, and her hungry eyes shot left and right, looking for her next victim. There were none. Only her other half, standing ready, strong and upright, facing her, showing confusion on his face. Behind him, clinging to him in abject terror, was the little human. She stood straight, long strands of black blood dripping from her jaws. He looked worried as she walked slowly toward them. She felt no Intentions from her longtime companion, and knew she was also sending nothing to him. His eyes reflected pain and confusion. "I have been named and touched," he said, "I am called Red." He took a tentative step forward, reflecting loss and hurt. "What has happened to you?" "I have been named and touched," she said, "although it seems perhaps more deeply." She felt a horrible ache as her other half was skewed further out of True Wholeness. "I have been called Rebecca." A cleaving of her most intimate substance wracked her. "This is Meagan," said Red with a pained gasp as each was sealed away from the other in True Separation. Rebecca focused on Red's human instead of the raw ache where her other half's Intentions had been. It was huddled against him, tearful. It had long, brown hair and coverings similar to the ones Danny had worn. She thought it was female. It smelled like urine and sweat. "I will not show you Danny, the human who named and touched me," Rebecca said, "because I have done things to him that would frighten your human even more. His foulness has transformed me, but I have punished him for his misconduct." She did not know what her own face reflected, but when she saw only bitter sorrow in Red's eyes, she knew there was no gentleness in her. He looked sharply away and whispered something to his charge. After it had scurried off into the underbrush to clean itself they each stood watching the other as the warm air hung around them. He could see her, framed against the yellowing leaves. She looked at him and saw the forest bloom behind him. Sick fear, lust and madness all swirled around and through her, and a few stray leaves blew across the green grass, bloodied by her footprints. "You have to talk to you charge," She said, grinning, "I think her Intentions are making me want to eat her." Her lighthearted smile vanished as he took a step back, projected only horror. She could tell that he mastered himself with difficulty, trying to pretend he was speaking to his loved one, trying to pretend she was not capable of nonchalantly tearing him apart. "You can hardly blame her," he said, his voice trailing off. She felt the abscessed emptiness where his Intentions toward her should be. She knew it was true. She could smell the pungent miasma of viscera and decaying blood that clung to her. She looked at her hands, her gory claws as they stood there in silence. He watched her in the quiet forest, his face reflecting raw, open pain. She wanted to reach out to him, to hold him against her, but knew he could not bear to touch her. Her face remained cold, inscrutable, because without his Intentions to guide her she did not know what to say, what to reflect to bring him back to her. She wasn't sure it was even possible anymore. As she stared coldly back at him, she thought she could almost see some bare, flinching desire in him to come to her. But she smelled her own fetid rot, could turn and see the gore-painted little glade she had wrought behind her, so she only stared at him, pain and solemnity across from one another, until the heard the human return. That swirling ball of confused Intentions looked up at her, and she gazed coldly down. "You should not fear me," she said, but her statement had little effect on those Intentions as they began to travel. As they walked, the trees on their left became like the ones in Danny's enclosure, while the ones to their right were completely bare, skeletal hands clawing at the close, cold sky. Red kept an arm around his human, and they whispered softly back and forth. Rebecca could feel the human's Intentions shift inside of her. The dark hunger and thirst for violence abated slightly and she felt a tart jealousy mix in with the strong, gamy fear that fueled the other Intentions. Red glowed in the fading dusk light as they settled down for the evening. He was beautiful, red and gold and black, his claws and hair gleaming, his smooth skin catching and holding the light. The long shadows slowly drew across him as he talked quietly with the human. As they deepened into night, he still seemed to glow with some dimly reflected light as she sat and watched them be close with one another. She reflected nothing; her colors were flat blacks and browns without definition or separation. The thick fluids had dried on her, matting her hair against her skin, blending her claws into her hands. The shadows quickly swallowed her, and only her eyes caught the fading sunlight as she lay in the dead leaves and looked into the spot of darkness where Red was curled against the frail, tired human to protect her from the cold and the night. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* She woke to the rotting stench of decay that hung over her in a sickly pall. Pink dawn light barely touched the edge of the sky, and stars still blinked faintly overhead. A thin skein of frost covered the ground around her. She stood and stretched, dead leaves swirling down and past her in the freezing wind and glanced over at Red, still sleeping curled around his little human. The Intentions inside of her were a conflicting mess. She felt violent, invulnerable, angry, strong, nurturing, just and vengeful, like a goddess and a monster, but most of all she was hungry, and it was no normal hunger. It was the desire to kill and eat her prey, to savage and devour a screaming victim, and it burned in her. She smelled something strange up ahead, and crept silently forward to investigate. Besides, Danny was squirming uncomfortably and probably needed to relieve himself. There was a small clearing up ahead, and bowls and trays laid out with soups and porridges, thick black bread and fresh fruit. This was the jailer's attempt to keep his charges safe. She unstrapped Danny and noticed that his balls had fallen off at some point. She held him over some bushes as he relieved himself and struggled with her gnawing hunger. When he had finished she brought him up to the plates and bowls to feed him and to eat, but the savory aromas were nauseating. She felt like she would vomit if she tried to eat any of it. Her hunger was only for fresh, bleeding meat. She held Danny up in front of her, feeling his desire that she care for his needs. She looked into his empty eye sockets, sniffed at his bleeding sutures. She had been giving in too often recently, she began to drool as she addressed him. "Is it you, or she? Which of you have transformed me into this thing, this monster without compassion?" She felt his Intentions becoming confused. Her voice was shaking as she took several steps back and set him gently on the ground. "Which of you have made this hunger so irresistible? I had another fate in mind for you, Danny," she whispered, "to leave you here forever with whatever creature trapped you to begin with," his Intentions faltered. He was offput. They began to realign when he felt her claws barely piercing his skin in a masochistic caress, her drool dripping onto his upturned face. She had not even realized she had approached him. "But I suppose you have made me into the monster you wished I was." she began to lose herself in the red haze of violence and hunger as she disemboweled him and began to feast, his final, ultimate satisfaction mixing with her own crushing sense of personal failure. She began to regain her senses when she heard footsteps snapping twigs and scattering leaves behind her. She turned quickly, fighting the urge to growl, knowing now that the other human also fueled this animal hunger. She had not even noticed when Danny's Intentions disappeared. Thick purple intestines hung in swollen loops from her mouth and blood and bits of organ meat covered her face and hands. A few pieces of flesh hung from Danny's ribcage and his pelvis and femurs shone stickily in the morning light. His shoulders, neck and head were as intact as they had been the day before, his dead mouth frozen in a rictus grin. She was unsurprised by the surge of fear, madness, and horror coming from the human, but was shocked as Certainty allowed Red to Intend towards her, and he also Intended fear, and strength, and a knowledge that his own human would be unable to give him the speed and power he would need to defeat her if she chose to kill him. Her kind could not normally achieve Certainty without True Wholeness, because they knew how Intentions affected each other. Normally, only a complete understanding of one another, an absolute mental intimateness, allowed their Intentions to empower each other. It was odd, being Intended at blindly by one of her own kind without her own Intentions able to reach him as well. She knew who she was. How could he have such disconnect between how she felt and how he felt towards her? She stood upright and swallowed the last of Danny's intestines. "You know why I had to kill him, Red," she said, "He was sick. You know how awful madness is." He stood in shocked silence, his face reflecting pain, disgust, and horror. She knew he saw only cold certainty in her eyes. "I will dispose of this. There is other food for you." She gestured behind her and carried the corpse off into the trees. Soon, Red joined her alone. She had tossed the body well away and had been walking back when he caught up with her and spoke. "You are going to drive Meagan insane." "You know how we are, Red." She said, trying to sound compassionate. "He was awful. He made me like that." She moved towards him. "You know me. You know I've never been that cold." She was horrified to see him back away. "You don't know how you look," he said, reflecting an awful, bitter disgust slightly spiced with fear. "I can't ever forget what I've just seen, how you've been since we found each other again." He continued to back slowly away, and it was horrible to feel his hopelessness, and to know that he thought she might kill him. "Your human's Intentions are almost worse, Red." She said. "She is hopelessly jealous of me. She could probably tell how Whole we were when we first came here. I hate the beastliness all of these humans Intend on me, but how can I be other than what they make me?" and perhaps that had been true once, and she felt sick that she was able to lie to one of her own people. "She has changed you as well, Red. These emotions of hers keep you from understanding what happened to me." She kept walking towards him as he kept backing away. "I will never be able to forgive you if you do anything to her," he said, bravely standing in her way, knowing the futility of any action he might take if she chose to kill him. She turned quickly, hiding her face. "I know she is innocent, Red. I know they can't help what they Intend. I just never knew that you wouldn't understand that I would do whatever I had to to find you." They walked back to the human in silence, and all she felt from him was disbelief and pain. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The air became colder as they traveled, and soon they were bracketed on either side by the dead trees of winter. She maintained a healthy distance from Red and the human huddled against him. She tried to appear as composed as possible, but it was difficult. Without Danny's stabilizing Intentions for nurturing and justice, the remaining human's monstrous fear filled her with a desire to hunt and kill. That fear made her very strong, but she had yet to see any more of the guardian creatures or any signs of life whatsoever, so she paced, and watched and waited for an opportunity to fight. She saw Red whispering constantly to the shivering human and as they traveled the trees thinned and the frozen wind blew occasional snowflakes past their bare, reaching branches. She kept her sharp senses focused on the landscape around her, and when she felt the human's eyes on her, she forced herself to stand straight, maintain an attitude of calm composure. The human's fear never diminished, but her Intentions thankfully began to change. The human began to see her as coldhearted and calculating, choosing when to unleash her terrifying violence. It would have to suffice. The ground was covered in snow, and the trees became more stunted and sparse. By evening, the snow had piled up in lazy drifts and the trees were too small and scarce to break the howling wind. The human was shivering constantly and could barely stand. They could not stop tonight, but without Intentions to keep her implacable, tireless, and immune to the elements, the human would quickly succumb to the bitter cold. Red lifted her gently into his arms, whispering to her in the gathering darkness. The two creatures walked side by side, one hunched over the delicate burden he carried, the other upright, one gory paw against the other's back. The gloom seemed to swallow them both as they stepped past the last few pitiful trees and into the impenetrable night. Her senses were swallowed up by shrieking wind and complete darkness. Through the bloody paw she placed against Red's back she felt heat radiating out from him. She could not see her hand or hear Red moving tirelessly through the deepening snow, only the wind and the hiss of snowflakes as they evaporated on her body. The human's Intentions for warmth burned in both of them, and soon she was surrounded by a cloak of steam, constantly torn away and replenished by the freezing wind. When she breathed in, the air was close and thick with moisture and she could feel the tiny droplets of water being driven across what little exposed skin she had. There was no way to communicate, she was alone in the noise and darkness, only aware of Red's presence. It was comforting, feeling him breathe in and out, feeling his warmth, knowing he moved inexorably forward. If her hand were to leave him, she would instantly be utterly alone in a blind, deaf void. The piling snowdrifts melted beneath her as she pressed on against the blizzard. The ground became a muddy river behind her, black and filthy, although she knew that soon after she was gone the water would freeze again, and snow would cover any sign of her passage. She envied it. Its purity, the sins it quickly masked. It was impossible to determine the passage of time. Minutes, days, she did not know how long it was before she felt a shift in the layer of gore that covered her. She felt it first on her feet and legs. Something slid down, disappearing into her trail of filth. More of the rotten blood, loosened by the steam, scoured by the wind, began to crack, slough off to form a decayed river of mud and spoiled meat behind her. Still, it would freeze again, be covered by the forgiving snow. Rivulets and streams of corruption began to move across her body. They flowed from her matted hair across the smooth plane of her back. They twisted blackly around her tail. Like gentle fingers they moved across her stomach, curved around her thighs. They darted over her heavy breasts, gently prying at the gory slime, gently carrying it from her. She flexed her free hand and felt the thick crust of grime break up, fall away into the night. As the cleansing storm washed away evidence of her violence, she noticed she could hear the sound of Red trudging through the snow. The wind was dying. The hiss of steam, the sounds as they moved forward were comforting in the black, otherwise silent world where the snowflakes drifted down gently around her. As the wind died, their bodies also cooled. The human must not have needed as much heat to stay warm once the storm had slackened. The snow quietly melted against her skin instead of hissing into steam, and the sounds of snow compacting as they traveled were huge in the infinite-seeming space around them. She took her hand from Red's back, and stood still, listening to him move away from her. She trotted forward, making sure she could easily find him again in the dark, before allowing him to advance past her again. The blizzard had scoured her, but filth still clung to her. It was thickly matted in the long, fine hair on her forearms and calves, and in her once-lustrous mane. She fell into the heaps of snow, rolling on her back, scooping up handfuls and working it into her hair. When Red's footsteps grew faint, she bounded forward through the snow, wet, rubbing away as much of the filth as she could. She exuberant. She groped blindly in the night, rubbing, scraping, feeling that thick mess break up and stay behind, masked in whiteness. Clean! She felt clean for the first time since coming to this horrid world. She closed her eyes, scrubbing her face and hair, feeling the cool snow turn to water, feeling that water dislodge, sluice away the stench, the rottenness that still clung to her. When she opened her eyes, she could see her smooth skin and shining claws dimly under a shimmer of variegated light. It was a cool light, like moonlight, but infused with a dim rainbow of shifting colors. The light was like a shimmering gossamer veil laid over the gently drifting snow, barely passing through the clouds overhead. She could see Red's silhouette drifting through the soft curtain of snowflakes slowly falling around them. The colors moved, shifted, grew stronger as the clouds began to dissipate. She slipped up to him between the snowflakes, among the shifting colors. As they walked, the wavering, shifting light grew brighter. She felt as though she was walking along the bottom of the ocean. Red glanced at her sideways, not flinching away. His head was bent low over the human, his hair hanging around her like a screen. She could hear the human's slow breathing, cradled in his arms, surrounded by warmth and comfort. The human had somehow managed to drift off to sleep at some point during the long, cold night. They could make out patches of sky through holes in the increasingly tattered sheet of snow clouds. Millions of glittering embers were visible through the tears, fixed into the void's velvety blackness. Both of them gazed up into the sky as the clouds melted away into the darkness, revealing a wavering curtain of rainbow colors, shifting and sliding through one another organically. It was an enormous, ever changing veil of light that dominated the sky and its vibrant oscillations illuminated the stark, flat landscape, occluding its sameness in an illusory dance of color. The towering, curving walls of light rose up, one behind the other, wavering mirage-like in shifting rainbow hues. They both stopped, stunned, their breath misting in the crisp midnight air. Gently, slowly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pressed her cheek to his. He did not flinch or move away. And as they stood there in silence under the eerie play of light, gazing at the ever shifting sky, her arms wrapped around him, and his cradling the sleeping human, something slipped and twisted inside her, fell into place. It was not True Wholeness, but a connection with her other half, a spilling through of compassionate Intentions that she sent just as strongly. Each watched the other's open, pained, joyful faces, the shifting rainbow light playing over their skin, caught in their shining hair. Each understood that no action was irrevocable. They burned in the cold silence. "Beautiful," she said, looking into his dark eyes. "Beautiful," he replied. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* They did not know how long they stood in the frozen field of color but both knew they could not wait forever. They began to walk again, moving on tirelessly through slowly shifting rainbow light, accompanied only by the sound of their own footfalls and Meagan's slow breathing. Eventually, dawn light began to creep over the horizon, painting the snow a deep crimson like the skin of the two creatures walking steadily across it. All around them, there was nothing but a bright, flat expanse of snow and their own tracks receding into the distance. When Meagan awoke, her Intentions immediately shifted in confusion. She could not easily reconcile the creature she saw now; gleaming, wet, resplendent in the dawn, with the reeking, violent monster she had met two days ago. She knew the power she had seen before still existed, but now the idea that one of Red's kind with her arm wrapped around him could want to kill and eat her seemed at least a little ridiculous. Although she was hungry and exhausted, Meagan insisted on walking beside her tireless companions. The snow was much thinner here, barely covering the creatures' feet and coming up to Meagan's ankles. The white blankness seemed to spread out infinitely around them except for a tiny line of color on the horizon they were walking towards. Warm dawn light had transformed the air's bitter, freezing bite into mere coolness. It was almost pleasant as they trudged onward, the line on the horizon slowly expanding into band of green, and the snow underfoot becoming mud as the heat continued to increase. By noon they were walking under a hot summer sun across thick green grass. Only a few miles ahead, the grass seemed to succumb to dry, brown ground. A searing white line beyond that stretched across the horizon, some sort of huge, glowing wall. After they had been walking for some time, Red spoke. "We must bear straight ahead," he said, "That line of light is the border of this world, and Rebecca and I can open a hole for us to leave through as long as we keep going straight. You can't be surprised by anything you see though, some creature brought you here, and I doubt it will let us just walk out. Be strong, and know that any power it has, Rebecca and I are more powerful. We can protect you. I told you that I knew the way out, and I told you that my other half would come and fight with us, and both of these things have been true. Know that I am telling you the truth now, and that we will all leave here together." Rebecca could feel Meagan's tiredness and discomfort even if she couldn't plainly see it in the determined little girl's demeanor, nevertheless she felt a surge of strength. She hoped it would last as they walked through the last sickly blades of brown grass and onto cracked, dusty hardpack. The heat had relentlessly increased, and seemed to be radiating in punishing waves from the wall itself, still some distance away. Rebecca could make out a dim, translucent shape hovering directly in front of the wall. As they walked, the wall grew larger and larger, as did the shape in front of it. The size of the wall of searing light was unguessable. It dominated their vision. She guessed the hazy hovering shape was at least four times the size of the cabin she had been trapped in. The parched, split ground sent up puffs of dust with each step, and the heat from the wall pummeled them with an almost physical force. Rebecca and Red both ignored the heat as best they could, and Meagan's Intentions reflected their perceived resistances back into them. A hot wind sometimes sprung up in little whorls and spurts, doing nothing to comfort them and throwing dust into their faces. Although Rebecca did not feel the awful heat like Meagan did, that black Intention that had haunted her and Red since they had come here had become an oppressive, suffocating shroud. The huge almost invisible shape wavered like a mirage in front of them, still about half a mile away, and Red turned to Meagan. Her hair was matted with dust and sweat, her lips were cracked and her eyes were bloodshot. Those patches of skin not covered in dust were bright red. They stopped again and Red turned to her and spoke. "You have suffered and persevered to reach this point." He waved his arm to the dim shape in front of them, putting his other hand over Meagan's shoulder, "This is your jailer, and before we get any closer, you have to know that Rebecca and I can defeat it. We must go straight past it to escape, and I know it will not be eager to let us leave. We can protect you from it, and carry out out of this wretched nightmare that has brought you so much pain, but you have to believe in us." He placed both huge hands on her shoulders, his curved black claws gleaming, sweat dripping from his tongue. "If you don't believe in us, Meagan, then Rebecca and I will not be able to protect you. We will die there in the dirt, at the gateway to freedom, and you will be trapped here forever." He squeezed her shoulders gently, "I know you can do it. Just trust us. Know that we can win." His open face reflected caring, pain, triumph, and love. Intentions shifted inside of Rebecca, pushing back the bitter screaming blackness a little, and she could see determination, love and fear in Meagan's face. They strode forward purposefully, and Rebecca could feel Meagan's confidence through her fear. This, then was the final approach, and that little girl would determine whether or not they succeeded or failed. It was vital that she and Red appear confident, strong and in control. She could tell that Meagan's hunger, exhaustion and pain made her weak despite her inner strength, and any failing of her perception of their strength could shatter her confidence and determination. She Intended fortitude and solidarity to Red, and felt those same Intentions press against the awful black wailing as the wavering ball began to resolve itself into an almost visible shape. It drifted lazily in front of the burning wall. Its body was a huge sac, like an organ or a bloated maggot. Two rows of thin, spindly arms ending in long-fingered hands, any one of which could easily close all three of them in its fist, waved and pinched and clasped one another all across the front of its mass. Its body dwarfed an insignificant head composed mostly of two huge compound eyes and a long proboscis curled into a tight spiral. Blast-furnace heat from the white wall behind it washed through its indistinct, shimmering form. It rocked toward them across its horizontal axis, its hands a mad flurry of motion. The ground beneath them vibrated like a drumhead, and a voice like falling shards of metal rose up around them. "My, my my!" it clattered, "Those horrible ruiners came all the way here!" Its flickering hands spun and pointed and wrung each other. "Why would you come here, ruiners? To kill more of my precious, precious treasures? To kill this sweet, innocent, precious little girl, right in front of me? Just to do that out of hate, you horrid, malicious little creatures?" It leaned down even lower, its clear proboscis rolling and unrolling rapidly. "Everyone here is in a Hell," shouted Red, tiny and defiant before its ephemeral bulk. "They all suffer more in that awful solitude you've trapped them in than they ever could in any world I've ever seen." The ground around them clattered out a sigh, and the creature slapped the palm of every one of its multitudinous hands silently against its tiny face. "You don't understand anything, do you little ruiner? I've saved all of them. I look out across a thousand thousand worlds, and I see them all, so sparking and beautiful and precious and tiny and mortal and frail. Each of them out there, hidden among all the cruel little creatures and cruel little worlds, and when their death is just the littlest millisecond away, I snatch them up!" It made hundreds of quick grasping or pinching motions, "I bring them here, and put them in a place where they won't age; a place where their preciousness can't become soiled or broken or tainted or chipped or dusty. Although I can't touch them, I can keep them safe from the universe and everything and each other. Any other way, and they might get hurt somehow." It seemed to fold into itself and shook with invisible sobs. It wiped its unblinking eyes, and stroked its long proboscis, and held its shuddering body in a tight hug. "What you've done to them is worse," Red shouted again, when the voice from beneath him faded enough for him to be heard. "These creatures can't be kept alone. Almost no creatures can! They need each other! They need someone to talk with them, to listen to their fears, to touch them in the cold and the dark and let them know that someone is there for them, someone they can see, and hear, and feel!" Its horrid, broken laughter nearly knocked them off their feet, and it swung back, its arm either grabbing its quivering mass, or waving wildly at its sides. "Pah! I keep them safe! And besides, I can't let them see me! Look at me!" its hands waved over and pointed at its mass, "They would scream and cry and try to run off! Besides, I know things aren't perfect here," it leaned down again, its curled proboscis almost touching the vibrating ground, and a few of its hands were held up against the side of its silent head like a conspiratorial whisperer. "But the only alternative is oblivion," the ground rumbled. Meagan said something, but her mouth was too dry and only a parched croak came out. "What was that, my precious dearie? Do you want me to get rid of these horrible, horrid, malicious, ugly, dirty little ruiners? You want to go back to your nice, safe cabin where I can take care of you forever? Don't worry dearie, I've crafted something nice for them, it should be arriving any moment now. You just close your little eyes and I will whisk you right away to your cabin where you can have some peace and quiet." Meagan tried again, and now her rough cough formed words. "I'd rather," the creature's proboscis brushed harmlessly through her body, its ethereal hands trying unsuccessfully to cradle her as it leaned as far toward her as it could, "have oblivion." This time they did fall as the ground's awful metallic scream threw them off their feet. The creature curved backwards, writhing and twisting, seeming to almost split in half. Its spindly arms curved painfully backwards, flailing in all directions. It shook and shuddered and could barely be seen, and the awful cacophony drowned out all other sound. Then the jailer's monster attacked Red. It hurtled into him, as wide as he was tall, slamming him into the dirt. It was a harsh animal shadow cut out of the air except for where dust and now blood gave it definition. As it rose above him and roared, its six sets of yellow-disc eyes gleamed savagely, and its six mouths slobbered and gnashed their fangs. It slammed its forepaws repeatedly against him with horrid crunches. Rebecca ran to Meagan, who was screaming in the dirt, tears streaking her filthy face. She picked the little human up and shook her, feeling only weakness fueled by fear being Intended toward her. She shook her harder, and snarled, "You idiot! That thing is nothing, imaginary. It can only kill Red if you let it. Watch me rip its heart out!" She roared in the human's face and dropped her onto the dirt. She felt the Intentions shift as she bolted toward the monster. The jailer Intended nothing toward her now, she glanced at it and saw only a flailing blur, its scream had become a rattling sob. She Intended as hard as she could that Red be safe, and felt his desire for her survival, although weak. It was fueled almost only through bitter, agonizing pain. Her ploy with the human had worked a little, she felt a resurgence of strength, speed, a desire for violence. There was just too much confusion and fear and too little hope. \*Decisive,\* she though, \*violent. I will make her believe.\* When she was close enough, she leaped, a graceful arc of crimson and gold, and sunk her claws into the yielding shadowy flesh on its back. It reared onto its hind legs, roaring and thrashing, and she screamed just as loudly and sank her teeth into its bitter flesh. \*I will show her I am powerful. I will be victorious.\* When it fell onto its side and attempted to roll over her, she jumped clear towards the stupid mortal. She tumbled across the dusty ground, screaming defiance and covered in blood. \*I do not know weakness, human!\* The Intentions inside her surged with power as she jumped to her feet. She soared through the air again, pounced onto the creature's exposed belly and began to rip and tear into its huge guts. It was not receiving support from its creator, and its short legs and stocky body meant it could not reach her as she burrowed deep inside of it, spraying blood, unspooling jet black intestines thicker than her arm. Gouts of gore sprayed out of the gaping hole where she worked, and Its shadow flesh tasted like failure and sorrow. Her claws dug deeper into its yielding mass with each swipe, as if some integral component of its solidity was slipping away. She could feel her feet sinking into its bulk as its thrashing became slow twitches and its body continued to soften and lose coherence. She sunk slowly down and forward, the cool, gellid flesh close around her. She began to struggle, suspended inside the slippery colorless substance. She could feel some more solid structure temporarily holding her in place. A bone? It only slowed her, its thicker matter passing around her, and she sank completely into its body without a ripple. She held her breath, struggling in the silky darkness. She stretched out her arms, flexed her feet, thrashed, felt the weight of it press against her body. She could not tell if her motions were moving her closer to the ground or further away, there was no sense of motion or space inside the creature's dying body. It pressed its way into her nostrils and she gasped, filled her mouth with viscid sadness. Loss, it was a suffocating loss all around her. She drifted through it, losing herself in it. Loss, such horrid, bitter sadness. One of the claws on her feet caught on something solid, more tangible. She curled her toes, digging into the ground, flexing the muscles in her leg, straining forward. One hand reaching forward pierced the creature's outer skin. Another leg, she pressed forward, straining, bursting forth gasping into the burning heat and trailing heavy black tendrils of evaporating shadow stuff. The ground vibrated gently under her feet as she choked down deep breaths of bright, hot air. She could hear it whispering, sobbing. Little pebbles bounced in the dust and she could make out a few of those gently whispered words, "oblivion... choose..." She walked forward, toward the head of the creature where Red should be. "Safe..." She rounded its bulk, saw a red leg twisted at an awkward angle. "Precious..." She saw the human sitting haphazardly in the dirt, turned away, cradling Red's head against her. "Failure..." She placed a hand against the human's shoulder, saw the lines of its tears cut through the dirt masking its face, "Oblivion..." She felt no Intentions coming from Red. "I've killed him!" the human sobbed, and Rebecca felt a painful tightness in her chest, was horrified to hear the most powerful Intender say something like that. "No Meagan, no, he isn't dead, he's only unconscious," She looked down at the pitiful, filthy creature holding Red's crumpled head. His long hair was streaked with blood and dirt, one arm was almost torn free, and his chest was a giant, pulpy bruise. "He's dead! Just look at him!" She broke down into choking, snotty sobs. "He isn't dead, Meagan," she roared, grabbing it, tearing the screaming, sobbing child off of his corpse. "You know he isn't dead. You don't believe he's dead. Say he isn't dead Meagan!" They were both screaming hysterically, and the ground cried and gibbered with them. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Rebecca stood, holding the human, and looked around her. The jailer hung hazily in the air, curled tightly in on itself, its arms dangling uselessly as it sobbed. There was the broken ground, the sticky mass of the dissolving monster slowly drifting away in oily trails of smoke, thankfully obscuring Red's mutilated body. she could see a green arc of the summer grass, and a thin, white line that must be the snow, far off in the distance. And there, in front of her, the burning white wall. Escape. She began to walk slowly towards it. The blistering heat washed harmlessly over her, but the human began to squirm. "We have to hurry," it croaked, "we have to get out of here." The tall red creature, muscles rippling, silky, golden hair blowing behind it in the invisible wind, tail flicking back and forth in the dust, held the little human out at arm's length, gripping her clothing in its curved, black claws, bared its black teeth, reflected horrible loss in its yellow, liquid eyes and said, "have oblivion instead." Then, with a slow, tense descent and a sharp upward flick of her arm, she threw the human into the wall. Her hair and clothing instantly blossomed with bright orange petals of fire, and she passed into its white substance with a shriek and the smell of crisping flesh. Rebecca walked slowly through the shroud of ash blowing past her, up to the wall of light. There were no Intentions anywhere around her, only the roar of the flames and the quiet, sobbing vibrations in the dirt. The wall opened for her as she used her kinds' power to split the border between worlds. Her tears evaporated in the heat as she left this tragic prison forever, truly alone for the first time.

FSE

Eight AM. As usual, things went exactly according to plan. It was important to have everything as regimented as possible when things could go wrong at the drop of a hat. Control was paramount in her case, as was the ability to come up with multiple backup plans just in case the first three or four failed. Some would call it paranoia, others would call it outright insanity. For Kurimi, however, it was a necessity. No one quite knew why exactly her body reacted the way it did to arousal, but the fact of the matter was she spent a small fortune on clothing and absorbent pads every single month and there wasn’t a damn thing she or anyone else could do to stop it. Medication, alternative techniques, even a surgical attempt at making the problem go away either resulted in absolutely nothing happening or the whole thing just turning ​worse;​ the cat ​used t​ o be able to go think about something less than wholesome without immediately feeling her bra get tight enough to become painful, but nowadays her life more or less centered around avoidance strategies and well-trained eye movements. Didn’t help that her job put her at the mercy of some cosmic random number generator; some days would be perfectly fine with absolutely no incidents whatsoever, while others created so many opportunities for her to lose control that her boss had to politely request that she take five in the bathroom until she could drain herself. It was a wheel of surprises that the cat absolutely hated having to spin, but the bills needed to be paid at the end of the month;therefore, eight AM, her uniform was on, and Kurimi walked out into the diner’s main room. Mercifully, attendance during that morning was nothing compared to their usual rush, giving the cat some much needed respite from the crowds that usually choked the whole place looking for pancakes. For a few brief minutes, everything was peaceful, with only the regulars showing up for their usual orders, the few more well-endowed ones being respectful enough to cover up out of respect for Kurimi’s… condition. Didn’t really hide their curves all that much, but the feline had to appreciate it nonetheless; it made the pressure build-up tolerable, at least. Unfortunately for her, the illusion of safety would be shattered in just a few moments, when Miss Jenkins asked her if she was headed to “that thing on the convention center”. Not being one for spending money on herself, courtesy of not exactly ​having​ that much money at all, the cat stared blankly at her for a few seconds before the puzzle pieces fell into place and suddenly everything made a whole lot of uncomfortable sense. She’d heard something about… someone, a band, or a group, something or other who was visiting the town and had been scheduled to appear at the local con center around that time. She didn’t give it much thought; just something for people to do, really. But putting two and two together made that realization so much more terrifying than it appeared to be initially: for their diner to be as empty as that, then whoever showed up had to be big enough to divert attention on a mass scale. If they were that big, they were bound to attract fans from out of town. And if they brought along their own crowd… Kurimi turned aside, looking at one of the clocks behind the counter. It wasn’t even eight thirty and her panic meter was already maxed out thinking about what was going to happen once whatever was going on ended and suddenly they had a mass influx of customers wanting to try out some local cuisine. For once, however, she wasn’t worried about her condition flaring up, but rather the ungodly amount of work they’d have to do to keep up with the demand. She would later find out that her priorities were entirely off-target. With the proverbial sword hanging over her head, the feline did her best to carry on with her work day. Serve the customers, be polite, write everything down, make sure to double-check if the order was more complicated than usual; an endless checklist that she had burnt into her rote memory and went through with every person that sat down in the diner. It was a defence mechanism as much as it was just regular professionalism; by reducing everyone to a set of steps, Kurimi lowered the odds of her paying actual attention to what people looked like outside of their general expression, the bare minimum required for her to find them later to deliver their food. By doing so, she minimized the risks involved with working with the public. At least, in theory. Reality, as usual, was far more complicated than that and normally involved her outright avoiding looking at people she “accidentally” noticed were higher up on the attractiveness scale compared to the usual clientele. More than once her avoidance was mistaken for haughtiness or outright rude behaviour, Kurimi only being saved from any disciplinary action thanks to her boss not wanting to turn their establishment into a dairy farm every other day. But with a promised flood of customers, maybe that wouldn’t happen; the cat would be so busy serving tables she wouldn’t ​have​ time to even think about sizes or proportions. It didn’t work like that, it never worked like that, the cat ​knew​ it didn’t work like that, but preserving that blind hope was the only thing she had left, really. The hours ticked away and her break time was approaching. As she expected, her boss had done the same math she had, telling her to eat as quickly as possible just in case “they” showed up en-masse. Kurimi was so worried about what was to come that the leftovers were even more tasteless than usual; not that she cared much about it, again being so on edge that she could very well be eating dry paste and wouldn’t complain about it so long as it filled her stomach and not… other parts. The cat returned to work, making sure to leave her uniform just loose enough that her chest had some room to fill up before it became noticeable. The diner was suspiciously empty, more so than even on their slowest days; this didn’t assuage their fears one bit, as it clearly only meant they were “due” for an enormous rush any second now. Any moment the front doors would burst open and refuse to close for three hours straight, sending their kitchen staff into a downward spiral that would only end when one of them collapsed or everyone was served the highest quality sloppy joes for at least a two hundred yard radius. But no one came. It was half past noon and only the lawyers from the office across the street were inside the establishment, finishing up their meal before grabbing a coffee cup for the road. As soon as they left, there was no one left but Kurimi and her boss behind the counter. The two eyed one another, exchanging looks of worry and silently agreeing that whatever was headed their way ​had​ to be too big for them to handle. For a moment, the older cat considered just closing down and coming up with a bullshit excuse, but as the doors remained open for business and one PM came to pass with no new customers… nervousness began to die out. Up until then, Kurimi had been sitting down on one of the sofas at the back of the diner, one of the few that let her get a good view of the street outside. It was unnatural how empty it was; surely, even with the convention center hosting whoever it was, there had to be ​someone​ wanting to come eat there, no? And yet, barely anyone was visible, and the few people that ​were disappeared into one of the many office buildings instead of turning towards them. Could it be that, against all odds, they had beaten the trend? That maybe there were enough restaurants open next to the con center or they had a free lunch, ​anything​ that successfully handled the colossal amount of people that showed up there? That had to be the reality, otherwise the diner wouldn’t be as empty as it was! It brought a sigh of relief to Kurimi’s lips and instantly made her feel like the day wasn’t going to be all that bad; whoever was working the night shift was ​probably ​going to get hell, but at least she’d just dodged several dozen bullets there. Then ​she​ walked in. So wrapped up in her little victory, Kurimi failed to notice someone actually walking in for once, leaving her simultaneously elated that they had a customer, and beyond terrified at the possibility that her predictions were just proven wrong and the flood was coming. But no, it was just one. Just one customer. A singular individual, who politely asked if the establishment was open and then sat down on the nearest booth. It was all it took. There weren’t a lot of things that could hit Kurimi as hard that one did. Not everyone was born equal in the eyes of her condition, but if she had to slap her clientele onto a hierarchy, well... that cat over there certainly ranked high up in it. Didn’t surprise the waitress that her boss immediately turned towards her and gave her a look that just screamed “Are you gonna be alright?” to which Kurimi had to seriously think about before responding. It was an out; she could very well leave and go cool off in the staff changing room while the cat behind the counter did all the work. She wouldn’t even be punished for it. But no. She nodded. Big mistake. Doing her best to keep a straight face, Kurimi walked up to the newest customer and handed her the menu, trying exceedingly hard not to let her face betray how a good half of her buttons were being pressed at once. It wasn’t the woman’s fault; it just so happened that the other feline was cuter than a button and also packed along with her a set of breasts that, by pure coincidence surely, they decided to keep on full display with a low-cut blouse. No biggy, Kurimi had seen stuff like that before and was sure she could handle it. She couldn’t handle it. Truth be told, the reaction was automatic and there was nothing the waitress could do to stop it; might as well tell the wind the stop blowing, because it’d have the exact same results. Her own chest began to feel heavier, straining against her already-loose bra and yearning for a freedom Kurimi could ​not​ afford to give it. Fearing the worst, she nodded politely and turned around, giving her boss a panicked look and receiving a frustrated shrug in response. “I warned you!” the man silently signed at her, to which Kurimi ​really​ wanted to respond with two particular fingers being raised. Even with her eyes turned away, it wasn’t enough. The sight of the woman’s bust, so brazenly in front of her, along with that sweet, warm, innocent smile that was so at odds with the rest of her, refused to leave her mind’s eye. Even when she used the wait as an excuse to dive into the bathroom and splash some water on her face, her brain decided that those few seconds were going to be the decisive factor for the rest of her shift. She knew that feeling, that budding pressure and all-encompassing warmth; ​something​ primordial had awoken in her, and it wouldn’t go away until several hours from then. Not what she needed. Looking down, she at least thanked her past self for remembering to keep her uniform ever so loose after her lunch break; it didn’t ​look​ like it was, courtesy of her bosom filling up with milk already, but it at least bought her a good five or so minutes before complete humiliation decided to knock at the door. Maybe it’d be enough time for that gorgeous cutie to leave, making it so Kurimi didn’t ​have​ to embarrass herself in front of a customer again. One thing was for certain though; she had to replace those pads, because they weren’t really absorbent anymore. With the two milk-soaked pieces of cloth in the garbage, it was time to get back to work, and the ​instant​ she walked out Kurimi was met with the customer turning around, giving her the widest, most sympathetic smile she’d seen in her life, and then waving her hand hard enough for the waitress to be able to see their breasts jiggling freely in what ​had​ to be the complete absence of a bra. Why? Why her? Why now? Why then?! The pressure was mounting, raising to absurd levels before Kurimi even got close to the other feline, her voice shaking as she drew her notebook from a pocket and wrote down whatever it was the busty cat ordered. Meanwhile, using her pen was becoming harder by the second; not only were her hands trembling something fierce, there was suddenly something competing for room in front of her… or two somethings, to be precise. Thankfully, either the customer failed to notice this or was polite enough not to say anything about it, because she turned around after making her order and focused her attention on her phone, giving Kurimi just enough time to face her boss and plead with him to be let go for the day, mouthing the words as best she could while biting back the immense need to moan just to get ​some​ of that pleasure out of her brain. The older cat was adamant, crossing his arms and shaking his head, but was at least nice enough to slip her a piece of paper letting her know she could visit the bathroom whenever necessary instead of every two hours. How nice of him. ​Jerk.​ By that point, it was impossible not to notice Kurimi’s breasts tenting her shirt, and while the food was cooking, the feline took the opportunity to head back into the staff changing room and do the unthinkable: remove her own bra. It was barely even there at all, really; much as it had dug into her skin before, those straps weren’t made of titanium, and had already been reduced to tattered shreds holding on by a few strands. Taking the top half of her uniform off revealed there was more spillage and overfill than containment, really, leaving Kurimi with no other choice but to use her own shirt as an improvised binding. It was gonna get ruined and would stink of milk for weeks to come, but it was either that or bounce around so hard with each step that concussions would become a real danger. Even ​with​ that extra layer of protection, it was impossible to hide her budding size, not to mention ​noise​. Each step brought along a quiet sloshing, every lean exposed her churning to the outside world, while her simply standing around would most likely be enough to draw less-than-wholesome wandering hands to try their luck at the growing titty kitty. For Kurimi, though, this was par for the course; she just hated the prospect of making a fool of herself in front of some as unbelievably adora-no. No, can’t think like that, gonna make her bigger if she does. A deep breath, and the cat walked out, that same warm smile meeting her and completely ruining any chance she had at hiding her unfortunate condition. By that point, herthe waitress’ face was bright red with no way of hiding it, her boss staring at her obviously-engorged chest from behind the counter like he was looking at a bomb ready to go off, while even the customer was unable to hide the fact that she clearly saw it. With her own face blushing, the other cat cleared her throat and asked if her lunch was ready, prompting Kurimi to do something incredibly stupid: swivel around too quickly. Momentarily forgetting who she was and what her body was like, the waitress responded with her usual “I’ll go check that for you, please wait,” and turned to face the kitchen, letting muscle memory take over for just long enough to completely rip through her shirt. Not the uniform, but somehow the one she’d used to try and bind her breasts together to prevent any undue bouncing. In a single moment, it was over, and her full heft came crashing down onto her chest, not only slapping loudly, but spurting enough milk to draw a yelp out of Kurimi and visibly stain her uniform from within. For a few moments, no one said a thing. The waitress stood there, shaking, her boss looked ahead in disbelief, believing his business to be ruined, and the customer was at least considerate enough to try and not look too hard at the growing disaster. But when Kurimi’s quivering became too powerful to ignore, when her gritting her teeth turned into mumbled curses and the beginnings of either an anxiety attack or stress-induced crying fit, the one person that started it all couldn’t just sit there and ignore a fellow feline’s plight. Instead, she got up… and hugged Kurimi. From behind, at least, being smart enough to recognize that a more standard hug would just end in further disaster. The unsolicited closeness, surprisingly enough, didn’t trigger nearly as much of a reaction as Kurimi thought it would; sure, her uniform was beginning to rip itself apart and her bosom would be fully visible in but a few moments, but it was still a slow-enough process that she could enjoy the customer’s attempt at consoling her. In fact, for a few brief moments before it all went to hell, it actually felt comfortable, in a way. The two cats purred, allowing a good deal of Kurimi’s anxiety to melt away into the aether. And then her uniform fell apart.

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Title: Fragile Unbroken Ch. 06 Tags: multiple, cumslut, double penetration, oral, cum fetish, cock, slave, dominant, submissive Fragile Unbroken 6 "Slickery" I had a conversation recently which has reawakened one of my wildest fetishes and rekindled memories of one of my wildest erotic rides. It's not one I will be able to experience much in my life, at least, not too this degree because it took my Master a long time to arrange it in a way that was safe and comfortable (to the degree that comfort is a priority.) It's an extreme cum fetish, so if that isn't your thing you may want to move on to another story. My Master and I have had more adventures than I can count, and my need for love and attention is regularly met. but there is one desire that has been innate. It is the natural me. I absolutely love cum. It is like a treasure to me. It is lust at its most concentrated. I want it to touch me. I want to taste it. I want it from both men and women. One of my constant standing commands from Master is that I clean him, or any other lover he may choose, of cum after sex, but that command exists because he learned how much I love it. It came as a reward for good behavior because I always asked him to do it anyway. I began to love it the first time I ever sucked a cock, years before I met Master. I love tasty, slippery, hot cum in quantities that make our older Mexican cleaning lady think we are crazy. That only happens because some of it goes to waste on sheets or pillows. I have to assume that some hits the ceiling but I can't confirm it. Yeah, I know it sounds obsessive. That's because it is, just a little bit. Master learned this about me early in our relationship. As we've grown together, and through my training, he recognized it as an avenue for reward. He asked me a lot of questions, and over time he developed a strategy that he thought might accommodate this fantasy of mine. He spent months preparing. One night he asked me how many men I thought it would take to fulfill my desire to be drenched in cum. I had never thought It through that far. I asked him how many he would let me have. I think he expected an answer that was a little more tame. He replied that safety was his first concern, and he felt like it should be men whom he would trust enough to be alone with me, which in truth was very few, if any at all. Even so, I told him that I would not want the experience if he were not a participant. At that point I don't think the idea of seeing a bunch of men naked over me appealed to him at all. It took time to develop mutual comfort and understanding, but in the end Master saw his way clear to make it happen. He told me that he thought he could come up with six men who would be willing. That was more than I ever expected him to give me, but he had a plan that would incorporate safety and his comfort. We spent the next two months having some private encounters with a few gentlemen, one of which my Master tossed right out of the mix. By the time that was complete Master had allowed me to meet 4 other men who he knew enough of to be confident that they were clean. He had some agreements with them, and he said he made them test for std's before they ever met me. One of them was a close friend Mike who he had known most of his life. I had been intimate with him before, and we had no worries about him. Often in the weeks leading up to the night it happened, I would think about it until my thighs were slick with my bodies natural lubrication. It was finally prepared. I don't know exactly what Master had to do to make it work, but he worked hard, knowing that this was something I wanted and he told me I deserved it. The day came. I was cleaned and adorned with a new pearl necklace master had given me for this occasion. It was not an accident. He thought the symbolism of the pearls would remind me of the event in the future. I wore it all that day. It looked a little awkward wearing my necklace with my collar but there was no way I wanted to go through this without my Masters collar. I prepared myself. Master had given me instruction and we both set hard and soft limits which gave me even more freedom because I knew where Master would draw he line. I had been fantasizing about multiple penetrations as time led up to this, and Master agreed that if I was comfortable with it, he would go along too. I knew he meant it. I had watched a man suck his cock before, and he had taken one anally on a night where I had been chained and forced, (allowed) to watch Master with another dominant friend who both tested and punished her male sub by having him suck Master to completion. I knew he wouldn't be bothered by the idea of another cock in my ass. One limit I added to our arrangement was that only Master would be allowed in my pussy. He appreciated that. I think it built trust as well. It was comforting and intoxicating to know I could guide the evening according to my comfort level. I was nervous to near shaking but I couldn't stop thinking about 5 men cumming. I wanted it badly. I was wet all day to the point that it was embarrassing and inconvenient as I spent the majority of that day naked and my wetness was noticeable. Master just laughed when I told him that. He said that half of the time he didn't have to work to deprive me. I was so sex focused that I kept myself on the edge. I didn't think it was funny. It was his fault anyway for being so damn sexy and loving. The hour arrived. I had my hair braided so it would not interfere. I had the beautiful pearl necklace on arranged so that it didn't conflict t too badly with my golden collar. The necklace hung down to drape across my cleavage. It looked hot. Master suggested I wear a robe and nothing else to make the whole thing easier, so I wore a black silk robe which barely covered my ass. So I knelt, waiting on a pillow with my legs closed to keep my wetness from showing, on my perch in the corner of the great room. Master had decided the event would take place here. He had given me permission to speak freely but he put soft, black, leather shackles on my ankles and wrists. I think he was marking his territory. He had removed his card table from the room and replaced it with a soft, thick rug. You could tell that the room was set up for something and all the men knew what they were getting into, so as the first one arrived the sexual tension was already hot. Master offered him a drink. He did not introduce us. Part of my fantasy was to be treated like a whore. Master said that nobody needs to know a whores name to get off. It set my mood quite readily. I had met the men but their names had never come up. I already felt like a whorish fuck doll and only two of the men who would take me were here. Master and he chatted. He was tall and muscular. He wore tight blue jeans and I could see his erection forming early as he glanced at me and I just smiled back at him, kneeling quietly. Three more men showed up within the next few minutes. They were all talking, they all had a drink or two. They were acting macho and all I knew was that those cocks over there would touch me soon. I did know Mike and he came over to talk to me, but we talked about none of the normal things we might have discussed. It was all about the weather and other frivolous topics. I could tell he was nervous. I told him he ought to go join the others and get ready. I didn't want to wait any longer. Master had instructed me how to approach this. My heart was beating like a drum as I stood up and walked to the large, soft rug. My black robe flowed easily over my hips, contrasting with my pale white skin. Every one of the men stopped talking and turned to look at me. It was real now. I was insanely nervous but I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself as I untied my sash and tossed the robe to the side. I looked at each man in the eye. My nipples were aching hard. My shaved pussy was dripping down my highs. This was it. My dream. I knelt down on the rug and looked at one of them. I have no idea who he was. I beckoned him over with my finger. He swallowed so hard that I could hear it. Suddenly in my lust I felt like a queen with 5 men at my whim. I was the whore queen and these were my subjects. As the first man approached, my fears melted away. I focused on making these men want me. I was going to please them all. They were going to feed me their cum. I stroked his cock through his pants and then unzipped them. His pants slid down enough for me to pull his cock out of his boxers and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it. I looked at the others. "You men really ought to get undressed," I said with inherent seduction dripping from my words. That did it. Everyone but Master took their cloths off with a clatter. It was like they had all forgotten they were in a room full of other men. All eyes were on the slut on the floor. The first man seemed stuck, as if he didn't want to lose the advantage of me kneeling in front of him and stroking his cock but he didn't want to be the only one with cloths on either. I offered him no consolation, instead I made it worse by sucking his cock into my mouth. Mike was nearby and I reached for him, pulling him closer. When he was close enough I leaned over and took his cock deep in my mouth and sucked hard as I stroked the other guy using my saliva like a lube. They were all undressed and gathered around me as the last man took his cloths off too. Master had instructed them that they were not to initiate anything unless I started it. I knew the others were hoping for a little action. I looked at one who was stroking his cock and that sent me over the edge. I wanted every one of hose cocks touching me. Master had given me control of what happened. It was up to me what I wanted. I had free reign. My problem was, I had 5 cocks, but only one mouth, two hands and one pussy. It left only one thing if I really wanted five cocks fucking me. Master was slowly disrobing as he watched. I had a fear that he wouldn't like this, but as I watched him while I sucked one cock, and was trying to stroke two others, his pants dropped and his cock was rigid and hard. He was into it at least that much. I let the cock out of my mouth and called to him., "Master, please, I need you here." I heard confidence in my own voice and that bolstered my confidence further. He came over and I spoke to him. "Master, will you please fuck your little slave while she pleasures these men?" Three of them were stroking their cocks and one was apparently still recovering from the fact that I had stopped sucking him. Master nodded and laid down on the rug as we had discussed. I straddled him and I reached for the two nearest men, but I called to Mike. "Mike, please fuck my ass, I need your hard cock in me." I pointed to lube sitting on a nearby end table. He wasted no time in drizzling it over his dick and rubbing it all over as he stroked his thickness. I grabbed Masters cock and guided it into my dripping cunt. He plunged in deep. I leaned forward supporting myself with one hand and reached for another cock. I dragged that thick cock to position nearly in front of me and asked him to stand next to Master. I sucked his cock into my mouth and held it there, sucking as hard as my limited concentration would let me. By this time Mike was kneeling behind me between Masters legs. I rocked my hips down over Masters cock until it was wedged deep inside me and filling my pussy. and then I poised my ass and prepared to be entered by Mike. I had been double penetrated before, which is part of what led to this fantasy, but Masters cock was big, and Mikes was the biggest of all the others. I felt the pressure of his cock but I was as ready as I could be and he eased into me. It hurt but I pushed back pulling him in as the sensation of three cocks in me overwhelmed me. I was fucking Master. Mike's cock slowly went deep into my ass. I felt so full and it felt so good that I almost started cumming right there. A man whose name I didn't even know was fucking my face and two men were jacking off over me. I was so fucking intense I couldn't control myself. I stayed like that for a while, completely overwhelmed. I concentrated on the cock in my mouth until I had it down my throat. That man started fucking my face. Then I realized I could get my hands on two more. I reached for one more cock as the man stood next to me. The other man took the example and I latched onto that one too. Grabbing those cocks hard I pulled them closer to me. I had three cocks near my face now and I couldn't concentrate on any one of them. Instead I tried to rotate my concentration, fucking Master a little, then poising my ass and tightening for the man victimizing it, whose balls I could feel against my pussy where they must have rested against Masters massive balls. That thought sent me over the edge. I sucked one, grabbed another, then turned and sucked another and grabbed the other one then went back to getting a few strokes in for Master. It took so much concentration that I forgot all about my own pussy for a little while. The man in my ass sounded like he was getting close to cumming and that reminded me why I was here. I realized I was in no position to stop him. He grunted out loud and shoved deep into me, explodedijg in my ass. The first drops of cum had landed. I went back to sucking cock and jacking off cocks while while I fucked my Master. Mike pumped his cock into me until his cock was getting limp and he couldn't. I felt his dick slide out of me and I knew cum was drizzling down onto my pussy. I slid myself up Masters cock and began to fuck him in the longest strokes I could manage. I was so wet, I could hear my sloppy pussy. Other men were getting close as I focused on Master. I leaned back, dropping the cock from my mouth. "Master," I begged. "Please cum on my face" I pulled up off of him and Master was right on time. He stood up over me and I knelt on the rug. Master stroked his dick over me and I reached for another one with my mouth. As they all stroked their cocks I sucked one mans into my mouth as he looked ready to cum. I sucked until his cock exploded. I let his first load slide out of my mouth onto my tits, swallowing only a little as he pulled out and his cum fell onto my shoulders and tits. My skin felt hot where the little splatters hit me. I was in sheer ecstasy as I shoved a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. Another man was moaning. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, then held my tits up so he could cum on them. His cum shot me in the face before the rest of his load spewed all over my tits. That man came forever. His load was huge and it drizzled off of my tits onto my thighs. I don't think I had ever seen so much cum from one man. I turned to be next stranger and grabbed his cock and stroked it with him. I stroked hard and as my arm was getting tired he started saying he was going to cum. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close and held my face under his cock as his cum shot out in huge spurts all over my face. I felt like a good and proper cum slut but there was one person left. I looked up at my beautiful Master, his cock in his hand and I was overcome by lust and love for him. I wanted him inside me. I begged him again. "Oh Master, fuck your slave." As I lay back in the rug, spreading my legs wide. He knelt between them and pushed his cock back into my pussy. He fucked hard and it wasn't long. I began rubbing warm jizz all over my tits and pinching my own nipples while he too started shooting his load into my steaming pussy. As he did he pulled out and shot most of his load onto my pussy lips. I reached down to rub his cum into my clit and it was then that I started cumming myself. I writhed on the floor for these gentlemen, almost screaming in pleasure. "Oh fuck yes." I saw two of them rubbing their cocks again and I wanted more. "Fuck yes, stroke your cocks and give me more. All of them but Master grabbed there cocks and started trying to bring them back to life while I rubbed their cum all over my body and finger fucked myself. I rubbed my clit and came twice more in the long timespan before each mans cock eventually released on me again. I had four men standing over me with dicks in their hands, dropping splashes of cum on me one by one and I bathed in it, moaning like a drunk street whore. Men were falling away. I felt like a warrior whore queen who had just vanquished an army. I lay there on the rug as they all faded away. I vaguely remember seeing Master with his pants on, and I heard men talking but I didn't care at all what they said. I could feel their cool cum all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my pussy, my ass, my thighs. I was completely used. I was completely overcome and I didn't want to move. I don't know how long it was but after a good while Master was standing over me speaking. "Lay there slave and enjoy your conquest for the rest of the night. He brought me pillows from my perch and I crawled half way onto one. Before sleep took me I remember hearing a voice saying."You've got yourself one hell of a slave there, Jon" I heard him reply, "Yes, I do." I woke up to a quiet house with that memory in my head. I was sticky with dry cum all over me. It was the oddest feeling as I moved and felt it pulling at my skin. Yes, today I was a good and proper whore princess, loved and adored enough to be used and taken at the whim of a powerful, secure man. No man could have whipped the smile from this little cumsluts face that day. Later that evening Master pulled three guns from hidden spots around the room. It startled me until I realized what it really meant. I was very, very safe. I also realized that the man who owned me was the most honorable, strong and safe man I had ever met.

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Title: Free Pass Tags: flirt, bluff, cheat, cheating, boss, work, co-worker Christie Daniels had been Johnny Wagoner's executive assistant, girl Friday and indispensable right arm, for the last five years. It was a good partnership. Johnny was older and knew everybody and all the tricks. He was a good mentor and teacher, and he shared responsibilities and credit fairly. Christie was 15 years younger, a hard worker, a fast learner, loyal and, oh by the way; did I think to mention drop dead gorgeous and built like a brick ... well constructed let's say. None of these qualities, particularly the latter went unappreciated by Johnny. He was perfectly aware that she was far too talented for him to hang on to for long. In fact, he was her best promoter, playing an active role in seeking new positions for her professional growth. Because, that was the type of guy Johnny was. Their work involved a lot of travel and Johnny was a good traveling companion. He knew the cities, and he always made time to take Christie around to see the sights. Even more surprisingly, he always allowed some extra time for her to spend alone, to go shopping and do "girl" things. He also escorted her to nice restaurants, and any good shows that happened to be in town. Christie had never had, or even heard of any other employer who was that thoughtful. But that was the kind of boss Johnny was. Johnny was happily married to Trudy, his charming and good natured wife of many years. Christie and Trudy had become friends, often to Johnny's discomfort. As far as anyone knew, Johnny had never cheated on Trudy. But she would be the first to admit, he could be the most outrageous flirt. He was a distinguished looking, very attractive man, with wit, grace and a smooth, almost old world charm. There is little doubt that there were many women who would be happy to drop their panties for Johnny Wagoner. But he never flirted with anyone with whom there was any chance of that happening. And while his flirtations could be outrageous, they were always light hearted and non-threatening. He always stayed inside, if just inside, the line of good taste, and avoiding any hint of harassment. Because that was the kind of flirt Johnny was. The beautiful Christie was a constant target for his amorous shenanigans, and she found them mostly amusing, and only occasionally slightly annoying. At worst, they were a small price to pay for all that he had done for her in other ways. As predictably as the rising sun, at some point on every trip, he would place a hand on her knee, or her shoulder or some other non-strategic female real estate, or casually wrap his arm around her waist. Never would he do anything tacky like grab a boob, or run his hand up under her skirt, not Johnny. Then he would whisper some suggestive but non-graphic proposition like; *warm my sheets*, or *rub my back,* never something tacky like *fuck me* or *suck my cock*, not Johnny. And then he would wait patiently for her to remove his hand or arm, and chide him with a; *now Johnny you know I'm not that kind of girl* or *Johnny, remember, you're a married man* speech. He would always accept his rebuke in good grace and that would be that. He would go on and be a great companion for the rest of the evening as though nothing had happened. Which in fact, it hadn't. At least up until this trip. There is always a danger in trifling with bright independent women, and Christie was all of that. She had decided that she had been the target of his little male mating game long enough. This time it was her turn. They were sitting in the hotel bar, enjoying a few glasses of wine after a very pleasant dinner when right on schedule, as dependable as Old Faithful, Johnny made his move. First she felt his hand on her upper leg, north of the knee, but well clear of any real danger zone. The hand gave her shapely leg an affectionate squeeze. She smiled to herself, in her mind she pictured a rather innocent little mouse nibbling away at the cheese in a trap. She could hardly wait for the trap to spring. Johnny leaned forward until his lips touched her ear. He whispered, "Christie, you are so beautiful, you are driving me crazy, why don't you come back to my room and I'll bathe you by hand and give you a special massage." **SNAP!** Johnny never even felt the trap snap over his neck. Christie just rolled her head enough to put them mouth to mouth, then to make sure he didn't escape, she grabbed his head with both her hands. Her kiss was full of fire, and passion and promise, her lips were moist and soft, but her tongue demanding. So fast was her onslaught, that he opened his mouth before he could think, and her tongue darted in, and soon he couldn't think. A kiss hadn't affected Johnny like this since high school. He was dizzy, his heart was pounding, he wasn't quite sure where he was, but he knew he was kissing Christie. He also knew he was out of control, and worst yet, he was getting an erection, a huge erection. *"Oh my God,"* he thought,*"what if she sees it?" ... "**OH MY GOD! SHE'S GOT HER HAND ON IT!"*** He was absolutely right, Christie had taken one hand off his head and had a firm death grip, like a bulldog, on his erection, which meant she had his strict and undivided attention. Christie broke the kiss and placed her lips against his ear. In a husky, almost predatory female voice he had never heard from her before, "I told you I would call your bluff one day, Johnny Wagoner. For five years you've been promising me and not delivering. Well today I'm calling you out. I'd love to have you bathe me, and give me that massage, and then I am going to take you, Johnny Wagoner, and we are going to screw each others brains out the whole night long. Are you man enough Johnny, or has all this talk just been male bullshit? Got the balls to make this woman happy Johnny?" Then just to put a cherry on it, she took her tongue and gave his ear a playful lick and his erection another squeeze. She hopped down off her bar stool and waited with obvious impatience for Johnny to come with her. Inside she enjoyed his confusion and hesitation. "Come on Johnny, you've got me hot." She leaned closer so that she wouldn't be overheard. "You've made my panties all wet Johnny." She took his hand. "You want to feel my wet panties Johnny?" He yanked his hand back like it had been burned on a stove. "What's the matter Johnny?" She sounded like she might cry. "Don't you want to go with me? Aren't I pretty enough?" Then she started to sound angry. "You never liked me at all, did you? You were lying to me the whole time, weren't you?" Johnny definitely did not like the way this conversation was going. He knew he was moments away from having a hysterical female on his hands. He had to think fast. Christie, of course, was enjoying every minute of her histrionics. He was more right than he knew about the potential for a hysterical female; Christie was trying desperately not to fall down in hysterical laughter watching the panic on his face. *About now he'll suddenly remember he's married* she thought. Johnny took Christie's hands and looked down in shame, in his most sincere and pious voice he said, "Christie, I beg you to forgive an old fool who was blinded by your great beauty. I did not lie to you my dear, you are the most gorgeous of God's creations and what mortal man could resist you. I let my dreams get the better of me. I would give my very soul to have you for one night. But when I rose from this chair, I saw the face of my darling Trudy and remembered my vows to her. I'm afraid while she will never have your beauty, she does have ownership of my heart and I have no right to go with you. Please, please, forgive me." *"**Checkmate!**"* thought Christie. "Noble sentiment, Johnny, I respect a man who remembers his obligations, however belatedly. You have also trained me well to anticipate every contingency. I have a note you should read." "A note? What about?" He found her sudden cool confidence unnerving. "That's why you should read it. Go ahead, I'll wait." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ THE NOTE\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Hi Johnny, Bet your faithful wife is the last person you expected to hear from right now. If you are reading this, then it means events have unfolded exactly as Christie and I expected they would. I'm with her on this. That poor girl has had to put up with your flirting for five straight years, I think she has earned the right to see if you will put up or shut up. I'm not sure even you know what you'll do. You've been flirting so long it's like a dog chasing cars, what's he going to do if he ever catches one. Well honey, you just caught the car. Christie has called your bluff and she means business. She and I figured that about now you would fall back on your last line of defense. You will suddenly remember me and your wedding vows. Better late than never? Nope, not this time. Too easy Johnny, this time I'm not letting you hide behind me. You're on your own. I hereby give you a **FREE PASS.** This is a one time only, not renewable, never to be offered again, special offer. Christie has promised to back me. In other words Honey, if you don't nail her tonight, you'll never, ever get another chance. But tonight, you have my permission; no make that my blessing, my encouragement even. I'll never know what you do tonight, because I'll never ask and I don't even want to know. But I'll be a little ashamed of you, if you turn out not be enough of a man to take advantage of such a beautiful woman, when she's served up guilt free on a platter. Go get her tiger, she's quite a gal! Trudy \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Johnny looked up at her. "This is some kind of a joke that the two of you cooked up, right?" She took his hands and looked him in the eyes "No joke, Johnny, I actually do find you very attractive. It's been hard for me to have you flirt every trip, and I'm not quite sure whether you mean it or not. This is my way of finding out. If you want me tonight, I'm yours; but you have exactly thirty minutes, starting now, to decide. I will not go nuts waiting all night to see if you're coming or not. Knock on my door in the next half hour. If you don't knock by then, don't come later, I'll meet you at breakfast as always and we'll act as though this never happened, with one small change. You never bullshit me again, no flirting, no touching." She kissed him on the cheek and left the bar. The next thirty minutes were the longest in Johnny's life. He went back to his room and stripped and looked in the mirror. He was not happy with what he saw. Middle age was approaching and he had done nothing to prepare. He didn't have a pot belly or any huge flaw but he definitely looked soft. That was his biggest problem, could he really undress in front of this incredibly beautiful woman. Would she laugh, would she change her mind? That would kill him. Also he was no super stud, he knew that. He was at best averagely endowed and he was no bedroom athlete. She said she found him attractive, would that attraction survive seeing him nude and making love? She was probably used to men her own age, denizens of gymnasiums with washboard abs. He got as far as the hallway outside her door but he couldn't bring himself to knock. He tried, but every time he reached towards the door, another fear overcame him until it was almost a relief, when the time expired and put him out of his misery. Johnny went back to his room and was overcome with disgust for himself. He was a spineless weasel. He wasn't sure how he would face Christie in the morning. Now that it was over, he couldn't believe he had passed up the chance, if only to have seen her naked. Maybe it wasn't too late. No, it was! She had made that clear enough. Johnny decided to take a long shower as though he could wash the stench of cowardice out. He stripped leaving the clothes where they were and headed into the bathroom. He took a long time hoping to lose himself in the water and the steam. It didn't help as much as he hoped. He went ahead, brushed his teeth and made ready for bed. As he stepped back out into the bedroom, it seemed darker, maybe a bulb had gone. But then he heard a rustling of sheets on the bed and he looked down at a very graceful feminine arm which held the sheets open for him to climb in. "Christie? I don't understand." "Shhh, Johnny, don't talk, it was a rigged game. I intended for you to win no matter what you did. I'll explain everything after we've made love, the first time." "The first...?" Johnny went silent when her lips came up to meet his. At least this time he was expecting the kiss and his lips and tongue were ready to receive her. But his body still reacted the same way, the dizziness, the heart palpitations and the erection. And probably it was just a coincidence, but Christie's hand has there to greet the new erection. When finally they broke for air, Johnny lay on one elbow and looked at her. He was trying to maintain eye contact but it was obvious that he wanted to see more. Christie smiled gently. "It's alright Johnny, you are welcome to look, I want you to look." She opened the sheet with a flourish like a magician's cape revealing her whole body at once. He gasped his appreciation. She was, in fact, more beautiful that he had imagined her. Everything was in perfect proportion. Her breasts were round and full, but not of a size that would lose their shape and look matronly before their time. Precisely centered were the slightly raised, dark red areola with prominent tall nipples. Her skin had enough color to suggest some Polynesian blood. She wore her figure as someone comfortable with it, whether she happened to be wearing any clothes or not. He looked to where a small path of hair marked her hidden places. Noting his attention, she boldly opened her legs to give him an unobstructed view of her secret garden of delights. Like all women, no matter how beautiful, Christie was not completely secure about her looks. His silence, as he studied her body, made her nervous, as though it might be disappointment or distaste. In fact, his silence was a visual version of what the military calls shock and awe. When he regained the power of speech, he simply looked into her eyes, and in a voice so soft that she had to strain to hear it, he pronounced "My God, you are so beautiful, so amazingly beautiful." Christie did not think that any compliment ever touched her like those simple few words. "Johnny was so stunned he just sat there, lost in her beauty until Christie reached up and pulled him to her breast. He felt her softness, and the smoothness of her skin, and now he picked up the fresh clean scent of a woman's body, with the hint of talcum. He could have just nuzzled those lovely orbs all day, except that he was instinctively drawn to a nipple. He licked past it, he licked around it, and just occasionally touched it until her chest started chasing his tongue. Then he took his mouth and with his lips gently caressed the nipple, which by now was quite stiff and engorged. He alternately kissed, and sucked, and teased with his tongue, and ever so lightly nipped with his teeth. All of this stimulation went straight to the sex organs, via direct nerve pathways. Lastly, he suckled like an infant while she held his head to each breast in turn. Both of them were old and experienced enough to know that time spent on the breasts was time well spent in term of enjoyment for the man and the woman, so there was no rush to move on. When they did, there was no schoolboy dash to dive between her legs. Johnny may have been a flirt and a phony in some ways, but he was a tender and considerate lover. He was also blessed with the knowledge that a woman's whole body was covered with erogenous zones. Taking the time to explore these also allowed her time to build excitement, so that she could enjoy a full multi-orgasmic experience later. Johnny massaged her feet and legs, butterfly kissed his way across her abdomen, setting her muscles twitching, caressed her shoulders, kissed her eyes, nuzzled her neck, and in every way paid homage to her entire body. The only exception was the area between her legs, which so far had been untouched, at least by hands. Despite that, Christie knew she had never in her life been so wet. She felt it running down between her buttocks onto the bed. She hoped no one was planning to sleep on that bed later. Christie had attempted to reach for Johnny's erection several times but had been waved off. Normally, he would have been the first in line for good hand or mouth action, but not today. He had had hand jobs and blow jobs before. Not being a kid anymore, he knew he would only achieve a very few orgasms this night. He meant for every one of them to be dedicated to this incredible body. Besides, he was quite stimulated enough just being in bed with the beautiful Christie. Having attended to the rest of her body, Johnny now planned to attend to her womanly center. He moved down the bed and knelt on the floor beside it. He pulled her to the side and put her legs over his shoulders giving him perfect access. She leaned back and closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. He started with long strokes where the labia joins the thigh, and then between the inner and outer lips. He briefly paused to actually suck the lips like you would a lover's lip in a facial kiss. He reached the opening and he rolled his tongue and started using it like a little penis, hitting the very sensitive tissue just inside the vaginal mouth. He then took his whole face and just rubbed it in the flood he had unleashed, lapping up as much as he could. That shiny slippery face suddenly popped up and kissed her and she tasted herself on his tongue. The face disappeared back between her legs. Now the strokes lengthened to include the area around the clitoris. Gradually and skillfully he brought the focus in tighter and tighter around the sensitive little nub but only brushing by it, avoiding direct contact. Her breathing got shallower, and her breaths shorter. Then Johnny started light but direct contact with the clit, gently flicking it with his tongue, each time accompanied by a little gasp from her. He continued to worry her nub with the tip of his tongue gradually making the contact firmer. She moaned, "Oh God Johnny, now! Make me come now! I need to come so badly, please! Johnny!" He responded immediately with three fingers fucking her and his lips directly over her clit sucking while his tongue ran around and around the little nubbin. His free hand found useful work playing with her left nipple. When all of these stimuli came together in her brain it was SHOWTIME! Her release was instantaneous. She could feel her vagina grab the three fingers. Her spasms were strong enough to throw Johnny's finger off her clit, but it would have been far too sensitive to touch anyway. Christie was on fire, she needed a hard cock inside her now like she needed oxygen. "Now Johnny, I want you inside me now! fuck me Johnny, fuck me hard, we'll make love later, I need to be fucked right now." Without saying a word but never losing contact with her eyes, Johnny rolled over on top of her. She raised her legs and he placed them on his shoulders in position for serious fucking. She reached out and took his cock in her hand. There was no question of his arousal. Beneath the soft skin she felt pure iron. She lined the head up awaited the festivities. Johnny neither hesitated nor rammed it in, his movements as always were calculated and deliberate and his cock slid into her with a slow steady motion. Inch by inch, she felt it spread her and fill her as little tremors swept ahead until at last they were joined completely and she felt as filled as she ever had. She felt as if she was on the edge of a cliff, she knew she couldn't last long. Then his organ drew back like a retreating tide and she almost cried out at the loss. Her hands grabbed for his butt to pull him back in to her, to fill the emptiness but he was already on his way back into her. She leaned over the edge of the cliff as every nerve in body wanted release from tension. She heard a deepening in his breath and felt an increase in the speed and power of his strokes and knew he was not going to last much longer. That told her that she was free to let go. So she freed her body to respond .... and leaned over the edge of the cliff and let go, and hurtled down and down as wave after wave of pure feeling rose from her depths and focused on her womb just at the moment that she felt the first splash of his seed, followed by a flood of warmth bathing her and filling her. She was looking at Johnny's face and the muscles and veins betrayed the violence of his climax, but he made no sound except he drew in a huge breath and then whispered, "My God, that was wonderful, my God you are beautiful!" Almost before his words could register the big wave of her own orgasm hit and she was flung on a wave of pure joy and release and warmth like she had never imagined and into blackness........ "Christie, Christie, are you all right?" a familiar warm voice in her ear gently lured her back from her peaceful oblivion. She slowly opened her eyes and unwound from the fetal position she had fallen into after being flattened by the wave of her climax. Like a cat she flowed around him with her arms around his neck and her lips met his, and their kiss was long and warm. "More than all right, dearest Johnny", she purred, "if I were any more all right I would probably need oxygen." They cuddled for a few minutes and caught their breath. Then Johnny turned to Christie. "Are you ready to tell me what's really going on here?" "Just the usual, devious women, clueless men. The truth Johnny is that I really am very fond of you and I find you very attractive. It has been more than a little frustrating these last five years, probably for both of us." "Why didn't you ever say or do anything about it?" "Two reasons Johnny, One, it's always a mistake to have a romance in your own office, especially with the boss. Two, you are married, and Trudy is a friend of mine." "OK, so why now?" "Because of something you don't know Johnny. I got the job in Tokyo you've been trying to promote me for." "But that's wonderful news Christie! I'll miss you a lot, but we knew this was coming and it's a great job. I feel like a proud parent ...... and a little sad too." Her eyes misted up. "I know Johnny, so you see? This is our last trip together. If we get involved, it doesn't really start an office romance, does it?" "No, you're right." "But, I still had the problem of not betraying Trudy. I had to find a way to get her permission to fuck you." "How you did this I gotta hear." "Easier than you think, Johnny, it was practically her idea. I went to lunch with her and we had a few, quite a few drinks. I told her about the job, but that I didn't want to say anything to you, and spoil our last trip. I told her I wanted to give you something really special, but I didn't know what to get. So she says, what you'd really like is a roll in the hay with me. We both have a good laugh. And I say, well sometimes I have been tempted to call your bluff and see what'll happen. And Trudy says that she thinks I should do exactly that." "My wife, Trudy, told you that you should accept one of my propositions. What if I wasn't bluffing?" "That's exactly what I said to Trudy, well what if I call his bluff and he doesn't back down. Trudy says well then we both get lucky. He gets to sleep with a beautiful young woman and I get a pretty fair lay too, she says, he's not that bad for an old fart." "Well at least she called me a pretty good lay, but wouldn't she be upset if we slept together." "Well surprisingly, apparently not. I asked her if she wouldn't be upset if we slept together. She said not really. I'm going off to Japan, and she figures you deserve a treat for being good all these years. She's apparently pretty secure in your marriage." "So you had her permission." "Well verbally, and she was pretty drunk, so I wanted it in writing. So I said to Trudy, it still won't work, I know Johnny. He'll get all noble at the last moment and remember he's married and we'll never know if he's being faithful and loyal or just chickening out. Trudy agreed with me. So we think a while and suddenly she says she'll give you a FREE PASS." "You're telling me it was her idea?" "Oh yea, I didn't even know what she meant. She sat down and wrote it out. And she says to me that she hopes I know what I'm doing because if I use this note I'm serving up my ass on a silver platter. She thinks that's funny as hell. She says, if that husband of mine has so few brains or so few balls that he screws this up, I don't ever want to know, I'll be embarrassed for him" "And to think I just did screw it up." "No way, Johnny, that's the only part I forgot to tell Trudy. Every thing I told her was true. I just didn't tell her I was prepared if necessary to call your bluff, naked in your own bedroom. So you weren't going to lose this one no way no how. So Johnny, you still want out?" "No way Christie, we still have a lot of different types of loving I'd like to try with you." "And don't forget Johnny, we still have a lot of time left on your FREE PASS."

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The waiter was dumbstruck, unable to do anything but watch with equal parts terror and arousal as he was effortlessly lifted into the air and brought eye-to-eye with the living pile of muscles that Beth had become. He wanted to say something, ​anything​ that would let her know he was about to faint, but the longer he allowed himself to look into her eyes, the more he became convinced that, despite all evidence to the contrary, he was in perfectly safe hands. Even though he knew the Rattata could very easily snap him in three just by squeezing hard enough, he felt like there wasn’t any better place to be… except maybe in the embrace of that absolutely drop-dead gorgeous Arcanine standing behind Beth. The giantess seemed to guess what the Meowth was thinking just from his looks, seeing as her face lit up and she looked away almost instantly. “We’re looking for the pancake breakfast special,” Beth announced, putting on her softest, most seductive tone, “you know, the one I came here to get that day?” “Y-you, ma’am?” the young cat’s voice was as broken as his willpower, “I-I d-don’t recall yo-” “Oh no! Clara, did you hear that?” the Rattata loudly mused, turning back to her friend with a look of mock sadness on her face, “He doesn’t remember me! Aww, poo, here I was thinking I could get a shot at the cute waiter…” “N-no, wait! O-Of course I remember you, madam!” the waiter was quick to reply, Beth’s neckbulk thankfully hiding the devious smile she was sporting, “H-how could anyone forget such radiant beauty, a-a-aand… s-such a unique, sculpted physique…?” “That’s better~” - the Rattata put the feline back down before standing up herself, deliberately placing her body so it would tower over him before raising her voice again - “So, think we could get some good tables for the both of us~?” “O-of course, madam, r-r-r-right this way!” Despite looking like he was about to faint, the Meowth somehow maintained his composure for long enough to direct the two beauties to their hyper section… which was, without a doubt, still much too small to handle either of them. Not wanting to make a big fuss about it, Clara suggested they just find another place to eat, to which Beth responded by bapping her on the side of one of her body-obscuring breasts and insisting on trying the pancakes nonetheless. Pouting and left without options, the Arcanine politely asked the both of them to wait for a few minutes while she made arrangements, then stomped off towards the end the street, to a nondescript shop; five minutes later, she was coming back while carrying what looked to be half a ton in construction materials, rapidly assembling a table for two and gently plopping it on one end of the café’s terrace, awkwardly asking if it would be alright for them to set up so far away from the entrance. Left stunned, all the waiter could do was nod mindlessly before heading back into the kitchen, letting the two newest customers get used to the brand-new accommodations. Clara had been smart enough to build the table to specification, each side of it having two enormous grooves where both of their busts could easily rest on, while still providing enough surface area for a full feast to be shared between them. The only problem was, of course, that it occupied the sidewalk they were on and most of the street next to it, but not a single driver even so much as raised their voice when they were forced to swerve away from their usual route, some of the pedestrians even pointing out how amazingly well the Arcanine served as protection from the sun. Trying her best not to hear them, the blushing Clara instead focused on the café itself, waiting to see when the pancake special would be carried over. It was with some worry that she noticed a sudden uptick in delivery vans parking in front of their chosen breakfast place, a never-ending parade of delivery personnel moving enormous boxes and pallets overflowing with bags. To her perfect vision, it was evident that these were baking ingredients, and the realization suddenly hit her: those were all for her! She was about to get up and demand to pay for all of that hassle when she yelped in reflex, her tail having been lightly stepped on by one of Beth’s powerful feet; the Rattata was staring her down and shaking her head, only doing so with more fervour when the Arcanine attempted to explain herself. The message was clear, as much as Clara hated it: she was going to sit down and enjoy some good pancakes, and that was the end of it. It took about half an hour more, but their breakfast was finally served, via a dozen or so employees, some of them still clad in their regular clothes after being hastily called over to help serve the two amazonian goddesses. Whenever they delivered their share of the final meal, having to request a short lift by way of Beth’s hands, they ran back into the kitchen to grab more, creating an endless line of full plates that still looked pathetically small in comparison to the table they were being served on. Despite her best efforts, Clara was all-but forced to simply take it in stride; she had promised to enjoy a day off and take a well-deserved break, and knew that if her regular self shone through, her friend would never forgive her… or at least, that’s what she told herself. In truth, while such a grave breach of trust was, to her, the greatest of sins, Beth herself would probably just shake her head and love the goofy puppy even more for being utterly unable to stop herself from being a helpful busybody. Plate after plate, pound after pound, the café’s supply of ingredients was turned into a mountain of syrup-covered pancakes, only to be effortlessly devoured by the two giantesses sitting at the brand new table, the pair gorging on the impromptu banquet like it was nothing but a light snack (which, to them, it more or less was). At a certain point, when Beth wasn’t looking thanks to being too busy appreciating her fifteenth bottle of syrup, Clara hastily put together a small, metallic device from some of the leftover components she got from the nearby store. It was hard to conceal, but her tail had always been quite effective at getting things done quickly and without anyone noticing thanks to how fluffy it was. Before the Rattata could say anything, she slipped it into the pocket of one of the waiters, along with a small note: “Install into main oven. Replicator, experimental. Don’t link to powergrid, comes supplied” This would ensure that the two of them could keep on eating without having to bother any more delivery companies or putting any further strain on the establishment’s budget; sure, the working staff still needed to dispose of all those pancakes, but they seemed oddly ok with spending a couple of hours walking in circles, heading outside with a dozen stacked plates, heading back in with a dozen empty ones. In the middle of all this, the original waiter, the spindly, nervous Meowth, would occasionally drop in to ask how they were enjoying their breakfast, each time being responded to with a pair of warm smiles and a few appreciative words, at least until Beth decided to get a bit more hands-on with it. She didn’t tell her friend anything, seeing as she knew Clara would try to stop her, but a quick glare and a sly smirk were all that was needed for the Arcanine to understand that her Rattata friend had an idea and wouldn’t be dissuaded from it after she picked the poor guy up. First, Beth angled the lucky feline so she could give him a big, sloppy kiss herself; her drool production was nothing like her friend’s, but given the size difference between the two, the Meowth ended up drenched in the stuff, and yet so stunned that his irises might as well have been replaced by two hearts. Before either him or Clara could move to stop her, Beth brought him into her bosom, dropping the lucky cat into her cleavage and gently moving him down and down, further towards the end of it, before he popped out just next to one of the Rattata’s leaking teats. It was imperative that he not have a full drink, lest something terrible happen to his body, so Beth had her hand fly out so she could grab him, let him have a single, mindless sip, and then deposit him back onto the ground below. The effects were instantaneous. The Meowth groaned and moaned loudly enough for everyone’s eyes to be yanked away from Clara for just long enough to see what was going on underneath her: the feline’s own body was beginning to bulk up, mass surging from nowhere and ripping through his poor, tattered uniform. Muscles packed atop one another, bulging in every direction while his entire form rose up, courtesy not just of his height increasing, but his hyperproductive sack swelling to immense proportions as well! It was very clear that the single sip had given him immense capacity, each of his orbs easily as big a very large couch, the cock protruding from atop them taller than the Meowth himself was and constantly leaking a continuous stream of pre, already thicker and more potent than most male’s proper cum. The Meowth was left unable to move, though he could probably still drag himself if he wanted to; he was just too busy succumbing to his new body. Content with her little gift, Beth turned around to face a frowning Clara, who was clearly torn between wanting to return the poor boy to normal and just going with the flow; much as she liked to deny it, seeing people grow like that had ​always​ been a weak spot for her. She saw it as a way for others to experience just a tiny bit of what she went through every day, and the only reason the giantess didn’t make it happen more often was out of some misbegotten sense of duty towards her own role as a caretaker; Clara had confided in Beth, in the few times the latter managed to get her to drink enough, that she believed that giving in to her urges and desires would “spell disaster” for everyone after she inevitably failed to rein herself back in. The Rattata, meanwhile, had another idea entirely, one that she was intent on demonstrating quite conclusively over the course of that day. Clara spent so much time worrying about what she’d do to others and how much her actions affected their lives that she missed the forest for the trees; even when everyone was thanking her, the dumb pupper always found a way to turn it around and make it an inconvenience, neck-deep in her own inability to just accept that people wanted her to cut loose for a bit. The Rattata didn’t quite know ​why​ this was, only that it had been a character trait for as long as the two had known one another… and the main reason why she wanted to take her out for a day off. She’d wrench the truth out of her if she had to literally drag it out. As was usual, Beth finished before Clara did, despite the fact that the Arcanine was gorging on the pancake special several times faster than the Rattata was. Much was she tried, the hulking, muscular giantess could never hope to compete with her fluffier friend’s appetite, especially not after she designed her own replicator as a way of avoiding causing too much hassle for the kitchen; without any concern for the costs, her mind was free to simply enjoy the meals as they came, until all Beth could do was watch as Clara consumed several times their combined body weight without really showing anything for it. It would take several dozen more full-size servings for the Arcanine to declare that she was satisfied, and yet all she had to show for it were a couple of inches of pudge around her abs… as well as a good ten feet of hip and ass in both directions, not to mention about twenty feet of bust in each breast. Beth thought it best not to bring it up, lest her friend become too embarrassed to keep going. With breakfast concluded, and the light snack producing enough dirty dishes that Clara had to be dissuaded from joining in on the cleaning, Beth dragged her friend away from the large crowd that had gathered to take a rest on her tail, only to have to concede to her dragging them along, at least until they reached their next destination. The Rattata had called ahead, letting them know just who they would be serving, so it wasn’t a surprise to see the entrance of the salon completely choked with its sharply-dressed staff, all of them with a wide smile on their face and ready to offer a bow to the incoming Arcanine… who was too busy trying to gently brush people off from her tailfluff without hurting anyone, apologizing all the way for having to remove them from such a heavenly resting place. The owner of the establishment stepped forward, somehow brave and collected enough to manage to get a few words out before his eyes glazed over when looking at Clara, needing a quick boop to the head by Beth to get back on track. He explained that they had been preparing for her arrival for hours, having cancelled every other appointment just so they could give them the attention they needed. Clara was about to open her mouth to complain before Beth interjected, loudly asking if the payment she had provided was enough, to which the owner enthusiastically pointed out that it allowed them to make plans to open a second store, even after all the expenses for the day were accounted for. Seemingly satisfied, Clara huffed at being unable to complain, and went with the flow as she was chaperoned towards the much-too-small entrance. It was odd, but Beth never really thought about how she’d get Clara in there. Even before growing as much as she had, they never seemed to have any problems squeezing into houses that were far too small for her to do so, something that the Rattata was never quite capable of explaining. As far as she could tell, she simply managed to press her entire frame into a door that wouldn’t even service a single one of her nipples, let alone her entire body; anyone looking from inside would see the most curious sight: the double door would appear to widen and stretch as it was pushed outwards by the Arcanine, the very walls bending without so much as a whisper or a crack, before settling back to where they were after Clara sat down inside. The very ceiling itself was pushed up to let her have enough room, even if the building outside remained at the exact same size; Beth, suddenly finding herself inside the salon as well, chose not to look into it too deeply, for fear of potentially breaking some sort of reality-preserving paradox or something. But no matter; the important part was getting to work on every inch of both their bodies, and after their spurt the previous day, there were a lot of those to go around! It soon became evident that, despite calling in their entire staff to work on them, they wouldn’t be remotely enough to deal with Beth ​alone​, let alone Clara; as such, the Ratata permitted them to deal with her friend first, even shooting her a deathly glare when the Arcanine began gently whining at the gesture. With only one target to focus on, the salon’s staff soon scurried over to where the bigger of the pair was lying down, going to work on what would be their one, true masterpiece. It was difficult to go anywhere, much as they tried; not only was Clara absolutely immense, but her naturally pristine, meticulously well-kept fur presented a challenge by sheer virtue of already being nearly as great as it could be. Though they tried, soon enough some of the workers began to loudly wonder if they should even be doing anything at all, for to do so would be to besmirch what was already a work of art, akin to smearing ink over a finished painting or scribbling over a musical composition after it was fully arranged. Rather than elicit warnings from their supervisors, that kind of talk instead spread out throughout everyone present, with Beth at the side quietly giggling to herself as her friend grew more and more flustered with each passing moment, trying to find the right words and failing. Clara was in the perfect position for Beth’s intentions: either she could deny the worship she was receiving, and therefore insult everyone around her by refusing to allow them to do what they truly wanted, or she could allow it, tacitly accepting that those compliments she was being showered with were well-earned. It was clear from her expression that she was struggling with the decision, even after the Arcanine realized it had been her friend’s plan all along. Even then, Clara couldn’t bring herself to be mad at her, since she was just doing what every good friend would: trying to get her to relax. It was clear, then, what had to happen. For so long, she had managed to keep it at bay, held back by a torrent of excuses and apologies, a rickety framework of denial built on selflessness and an unending desire to help. But now, forced to pick between which side of her was the one she’d rather stand by, and with her friend by her side having been the one to put her in that position… was she truly gaining anything by deceiving herself? It was pretty evident from the spectacle around her that the only person who refused to accept her divinity was herself; everyone else had already caught on to the “act”, as it were, and were more than happy to go along with it. … for her sake. All of that time, they were all just trying to help her. All the requests for aid, all the flattery, everything; it had all been her loved ones trying to get her to stop lying to herself. That’s why she always found herself to be the center of attention, that’s why she had grown to how big she was… and that’s why her body was already growing even more the longer the salon staff snuggled up against her, either climbing onto her frame, burying themselves into her bust or just falling asleep in that gigantic tail of hers. The Arcanine felt like crying; how could she not, when her very decision to be as helpful as possible had just been a way of refusing people’s love all along? When her very choice to be the best she could be was, in itself, a way to stop ​exactly that from happening? Clara looked aside, to where Beth was looking at her with her own, teary eyes. No words needed to be said for the both of them to understand just what epiphany the Arcanine had just had. No words, but a singular hug from her Rattata friend, the both of them gaining size and mass at a quicker pace with each second they held onto one another. “I-it’s time, isn’t it Beth?” Clara whimpered. “I thought you’d never say that…”

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Title: Role Reversal, Col's POV by WaterSinger Tags: Bestiality, Blackmail, Dog, Domination/Submission, Human, Incest, M/F, M/M/F, Public, Rape Col sat, his eyes fixed firmly upon his Mistress, the one that the humans called Lia. Her hand stroking his head made his stump wag, and his head tilt into the canine equivilant of bliss. Within moments though, his nose twitched, and he wriggled closer, resting his head upon her thigh, and sniffing secretively at her panty covered slit, his doggy nose having already caught the scent of heavy arousal. He whined softly when she rose, and stood with her, his nose lifting up to try and reach inbetween her thighs. However, she ordered him to lay, and so lay he did, his head gazing at her as though she was his lifeline. While he lay there, his short black fur gleaming healthily. He knew just what he was, and where his place was and because of this he was, luckily, well adjusted. As the other human, whose territory they were sharing walked through, he threw to Col what was a tasty treat, but one which he ate cleanly. Licking his paws clearly of the crumbs from the dry biscuit, the Dobarman stretched out a little, weighing just a touch under 100 pounds he was a massive creature, muscled and strong. Col knew that he was the largest dog like him he had ever seen, since he was slightly larger than normal, a full 32 inches tall. He knew his mistress loved him, she proved it to him day and night, she didn't care that he didn't conform to the standards set by some humans far away. Col was intelligent, maybe more so that some dogs simply because of the time he had had lavished upon him and training that he had been through. Eventually Col drifted off to sleep, not realising when the Alpha male human came rushig downstairs, smelling odd, or when his mistress got out the shower, his ears only perking when she started down the stairs. He waited with barely suppressed excitement, sat underneath the tail, his head resting on his mistress' thighs, his nose dipped in between them just about as far as was possible for him to still be able to breath in the delicious scent he could still smell there. As his mistress stood, so did he, bouncing friskily around her legs, having eaten this morning and been out before she had sat and eaten herself. He followed her upstairs, and into the room they had been co-inhabiting, and there Col changed... Col growled, lunging at Lia, his teeth shining as they snatched, and latched onto her t-shirt, tearing a large hole in the thin cotton. He wasn't happy with her, and here, he was the one in control. He used the hold he had on the thin, and useless, bit of cotton still clutched in his teeth, and growled, the sound very low, before Lia lowered her head, and slowly, so as not to anger him further, sat down on the floor. As soon as he saw his mistress sit on the floor, the dog licked at her face, and inside her mouth, his raspy tongue catching the roof of her mouth, her teeth and then the underneath of her tongue as she brought it up to meet his. He tasted from her mouth for a few minutes, until he felt a hand gently brushing against his side, and then nudge against his hip. Slowly tugging his muzzle away, Col relaxed onto his side, his left hindleg lifted up as he growled commandingly. He only ceased the nasty noise when the human girl stroked her hand along his belly, before brushing, just a tantalising brush, over his sensitive, and already bulging sheath. When she pulled her hand away, Col began to growl, the sound rumbling in his chest, and his lips slowly lifting into a very pissed off snarl. It died into a somewhat strangled whimper as he felt what could only be her mouth, and her hair, brushing against his sensitive belly. He waited, shivering impatietly, before humping upwards instinctively, lodging his cock deep inside her throat, uncaring at how she gagged. She pulled back a little, and took a deep breath, angling her throat just as Col humped again, faster and harder, his whole length disappearing between her lips. Col concentrated on the bliss caused by his rapid and almost savage humping, knowing his mistress would soon be getting a lovely warm drink, which would leave him open to indulge in his favorite past time. Both Lia and the doberman could feel th swollen lump of muscle swelling right at the base of his cock, and almost in a desparate fury, Col twisted, managing to get his paws onto Lia's shoulders, and he really humped fast, finally managing to get some sort of release, as Lia grasped his knot in one hand, wobbling and unsteadily, and squuezed it. Almost immediately, Col yipped, and shot his cum deep into her belly, in long scalding spurts. Tugging away, he panted, bending to lick at himself, and then nosed at the coughing Lia, his nose travelling up her thighs to the cleft of her ass, and nudging impatiently. He growled, and then lightly bit into Lia's thigh, his teeth just drawing blood, but making her spread her legs a little as she jumped. He growled again, but this time he managed to drag his raspy tongue right inside her slit, his whole body shuddering at the heavenly taste that was better than toilet water and stolen food together. He continued to feast on the juices his msitress had secreted, though as usual, the more he licked the more eeped copiously down and onto his muzzle. He continued to lick, even through her muffled breathy moans and whines of lust. He finally began to actually dig his tongue inside her, the rboad muscle slipping inside just to rasp gently alongside her inner wall, before being pushed out by a shudder. Col kept pushing it in, scraping a littke more roughly against a hard bump of what he took to be nerves. His thought was right as his mistressed convulsed as though electrocuted, and his muzzle was suddenly flooded with even more of the juices he had so eagerly anticipated. Their evenings together were different here, more experimental.and somehow more meaningful. tugging back, he thoughtfully lapped at the small puddle of juices, before growling, and mounting onto what would be, if only for this short time, his bitch, his mate, his mistress. Resting his heavy body against her back, however caused her to collapse as the orgasms she had just had had exhausted her. Col growled, nipping her ass to get her up, only for her to collapse on her belly across the futon bed. He no longer cared who was human who was dog, he just saw what he wanted and he went for it. Col reared up, and settled his hips against Lia's, and carefully gripped her shoulder with his muzzle, humping wildly against her in hopes that he would soon be enclosed inside her hot, wet depths. His stump wagged slowly as he felt the tapered tip of his cock slide inside her, and he froze for a second, before adjusting himself, shifting his bite onto her neck, and his forelegs in front of her hips. He thrust so hard, that he almost managed to hilt himself completely. The hot silken heat literally drove him wild, and he began to savagely thrust deep within the human below him, causing her to grunt a little. He used his forelegs to draw her in against her thrusts, further wettening her passage with his own copiously spurting pe. He was determined to make her his, once again. His hips sped up a little as his knot grew, and began to tug at her as he thrust, until it got stuck on the outside, causing him to whimper in frustration. He withdrew until just his tip remained inside, before slamming his hips forward, and jerking her backwards with his forelags and the bite to her throat, squeezing the knot inside her, and making her muffle a scream by biting the cover. He continued to pump his hips, though more leisurely, he was determined to make sure that he claimed her properly. It was while he was moving his hips that the human male walked in, and Col wagged his tail, before speeding up once again, only to completely stop and snarl, his balls tightening to his body as he spurted inside her, his knot tying them together for the few minutes Col took to finish. When he turned around, he pulled his mistress to her feet, and tugger, whimpering a little as his knot was tugged out, followed by the rush of their mixed juices. He moved away, and began to lick at himself, only looking up when he noticed the older human male mating with his msitress. He was interested, so got up, hearing the grunts and moans of both humans, and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was only when his mistress screamed, that he began licking at her, and upon tasting her juices, mixed with his and another flavor, one that he had found different, that he dragged his coarse tongue over the human male, cleaning him up to. Once his curiosity was satisfied, he leapt onto the bed, eyeing Lia with the same hunger in his eyes he had shown earlier, his lust not even abated after the rough mating he had just given her. After all, now was breeding time for the wolves, and being so close to the woods, even he had been tempted to force himself upon a bitch or two, not wolves, just strays who were always teasing. He shook his head, and then yawned, suddenly too tired out to think about another mating. When he woke up, his mistress was beside him, though now with a collar on that matched his, and leashes were attached to both. The human male came in, rattling his keys, and Col leapt off the bed, eager to go for a car ride, and wondering just where they'd end up. The only thing that gave him pause for thought was how his mistress was treated. When she got on the backseat, the human male tied her leash to the other day handle, and then slapped her ass, whilst calling Col. Col leapt up, and without any preliminary licks, began to dry hump against her, getting himself worked up. The male human laughed as he did so, and began to drive, leaving Col to do as he wanted.

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Title: Me, Devin Devasquez, and Cynthia Brimhall Tags: model I come home from a trip and unwind. After dinner and some time watching TV, I notice a light on from the complex across the way. I look out the sliding doors of my condo to see Playboy Playmate Cynthia Brimhall in her apartment all alone. I shut off all the lights, but still leave the television on, which lights up the living room as I stand at the window and see Cynthia. She's dressed like a homebody: shorts and an oversized t-shirt , which definitely don't highlight the wonderful curves and shapes of her body. Her angelic face can't be hidden. She is beautiful. She begins to get ready for bed by removing her t-shirt and shorts to reveal that magnificent body in a gorgeous pink bra and panties. Everybody in my apartment building is pretty friendly and feels pretty much at home in everybody else's place. One of my neighbors has a spare key to keep an eye on my place when I'm away. It seems that my neighbor stopped by thinking I hadn't gotten home yet. I was so preoccupied with Cynthia's body that I wasn't paying much attention to anything else. She had removed her bra and was holding her breasts in her hands, much like a teenage girl would who was discovering that she was growing up and becoming a woman. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I was a bit startled. My housesitting neighbor, Playmate Devin Devasquez had come inside and notices me staring across the way at Cynthia. Devin asked me what I was looking at and noticed instantly when she looked out the window. Devin stood behind me with her left hand on my left shoulder and slid her right hand down my chest and onto my crotch feeling my stiff erection. "Cynthia is a beautiful woman isn't she?" says Devin. I nod in agreement. "You are raging hard," she whispers in my ear. "What am I going to do with you?" Devin reaches over to the table and picks up the cordless phone and starts dialing. Across the way, Cynthia runs across her apartment to pick up the phone and answers it. Devin talks to Cynthia softly as she looks out the window and over at Devin and me. Cynthia sees Devin with her left hand massaging my chest underneath my shirt, my pants unbuttoned and unzipped but still up and the phone in her right hand as they talk. Cynthia and Devin hang up the phone as Cynthia heads into her room and pulls the shades shut. Minutes later, Cynthia emerges in her living room wearing a long coat. She heads out the door, turns out the light and locks the door behind her. Devin continues what she's doing and more. Standing behind me, she slides down my pants just past my thighs as my stiff cock stands firmly at attention for her. Devin unbuttons my shirt and runs her hands across my chest as she slides her left hand down and wraps it around my cock. Devin kisses and nibbles my right ear as she whispers to me. "You know I'm right handed, but I didn't want you to cum too quick so I'm using my other hand on you" I look over my right shoulder as our lips meet and we kiss passionately. Devin gently and slowly strokes my throbbing erection as we kiss. Her right hand works down towards my crotch as she plays ever so gently with my tender balls. I almost cum but she puts a stop to that. My breathing picks up and in response, Devin grabs a firm hold of my balls and pulls them while she squeezes the head of my cock with her left hand. The excitement subsides as Devin tells me "You can't cum yet. We're just getting started." There's a knock on the door. Devin looks over and says "The door's open. Come on in and lock it behind you". The door opens and in walks Cynthia, wearing a long tan coat and some red shoes. She opens her coat to reveal the sexiest lingerie imaginable. She's wearing all red: bra, panties, stockings, and garter belt...everything goes with those red shoes that she's wearing. Cynthia says "Am I too late? I wore this because I know you love the color red." Devin replies, "We're just getting started. I'm glad you made it over." Cynthia Brimhall approaches Devin and me. "Mind if I join you?". Devin says, "We've been waiting". Cynthia looks into my eyes with those gorgeous brown eyes and that sexy smile. "I know you watch me a lot. I do what I do for your enjoyment." She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me, sliding her tongue inside my mouth. Devin stands behind me as she pulls my pants all the way down to my ankles. Devin drops to her knees and wraps her left hand around my cock from behind me as she starts to put her right middle finger up my asshole. My body twitches, it feels so good. Cynthia goes from kissing me on the lips to my chin, then my chest, then my navel, then my inner thighs. "Oh God, I'm in heaven" I say. Cynthia replies "Heaven will never be this good". I now have these two gorgeous Playmates on their knees in front and behind me. I turn slightly so Devin and Cynthia both have a 3/4 view of me. Cynthia and Devin kiss. Cynthia kisses her from her lips to her shoulders and all the way down her left arm until she reaches her hand. When she reaches Devin's left hand, her kissing becomes licking as she begins to work her way on my cock. Devin moves her head down and kisses Cynthia again, this time my balls and shaft are in the way. Between their kisses, I feel their lips and tongues gently kissing and licking my balls and cock. They take turns sucking my cock. Cynthia and Devin trade off between sucking the shaft, kissing and licking the balls, and putting their fingers up my asshole. Devin goes up my asshole with her tongue then again with her finger. She gets to my prostate. "Oh god I'm gonna cum ladies". Both Devin and Cynthia pick up the pace and Devin says "Shoot it, spray it all over us!" I cry out in delight "CYNTHIA....DEVIN....I LOVE YOU" as I shoot my love juices all over their gorgeous faces in inside their mouths. I feel so lightheaded that I drop to my knees and collapse on the floor. I turn on my back trying to catch my breath when Devin and Cynthia both cuddle up on each side of me. "That was absolutely incredible, ladies. To be with you both is a dream come true." Cynthia says, "You're very sweet but don't be so shy with us. We've always wanted to do this with you but thought you might get scared off. I'm glad that you weren't." I tell them "I hope we can do this again." "Absolutely" Devin says. "You know where to find us." The End, or is this just the beginning?

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Title: Starlight: Revelations by Katya Saint Croix Tags: F/F, No-Yiff, Plot Development Chapter 4 - Revelation Characters and Story copyright Katya Saint Croix Original Concept copyright Lurking Dragon [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Veiling myself in the shadows of alleyways, I continued to move ever closer to the castle gates. The soldiers I encountered found themselves under a sneak attack that ended much too quickly, pouncing them from behind and slashing out their throats if they were alone, or doing so to the nearest and working my way through the field of soldiers, jabbing my knife deep into their stomachs, contorting my blade around inside of them before slashing it free and moving onto to the next victim. This rather savage act was the only way to move quickly and silently, as it made nearly no sound and gave the soldiers little time to act or defend themselves. Hatred was burning in my eyes much like the Hellfires that burned deep inside the depths of the Netherworld. Not just hatred toward my father, who betrayed those who swore fidelity to him and fought for his name, but hatred for the world, as it seemed to just turn its back on the loyal Aranians who were being slaughtered for no apparent reason. The whole idea of fighting seems so useless; so pointless in its fiery endeavor to make men and woman fight simply to prove who is the best or most honorable in battle. It's a painful reality when you see that the world needs to fight to survive. Combat is all a soldier will ever know, and the world will always be full of soldiers. War will never truly end... I don't know how long it took me the castle gates, or how many people I had senselessly murdered in the name of life and revenge, but it was taking its toll on me. Fatigued from my duel with Dakar, and emotionally broken at the simple fact that for the first time in my life, I killed someone, and not just one person, but countless people who probably had a family waiting for them to come home. Not only did I deprive a child of their parents, one or both, but also I deprived a mother and father their sons and daughters. I wanted to cry, but any sign of weakness would lead to my own downfall. My dagger, dripping and glimmering with the scarlet blood of the men and women that I murdered, was a constant reminder that this was no dream, and that my life was slowly becoming a nightmare. Realizing quickly that entry through the front gate would be nearly impossible, I had to think of a way to reach the royal garden, where Malik and I agreed to meet. The walls were tall, but the corners were formed on perfect angles, granting me the option of scaling the wall via 'corner crawling', jumping against each wall forming the angle to elevate myself up and over the wall. The only problem with this was that it was possible that soldiers were on the other side, and since I would be hopping down, I would be completely vulnerable to arrows and blades during the descent. My other option was to make my way through the dungeon's town exit, which would grant me darkness of which to conceal myself should the need arise. The dungeon was my best bet, but it also meant that I would need to fight my way through the castle for at least fifty meters, which could pose equally as dangerous as jumping over the wall. The wall would be the faster route, but overall, it would probably be safer to go through the dungeon. While amidst my wild ponderings, my eyes drifted toward the sky. The moon was almost completely overhead, shining down on me with its tender blue hue. It was high moon, midnight... I no longer had any choice. I had to jump the wall. Bracing myself for the long climb, I drew a long breath. Hoping that no one would see me, I leaped into one wall, kicking off its rough texture to the adjacent wall, and repeating the pattern for several feet. Grasping the ledge tight, I pulled myself up just enough to look over. Not a guard in sight, but there were traces of blood along the finely ornate path, and also along the walls engulfing the royal garden. These were traces of battle... Leaping down from the wall, landing silently, crouched low to the ground; I looked around for any possible survivors or stragglers. I couldn't afford to be found. In the distance, the faint sound of clashing metal and grunting. Someone was currently engaged in battle. "Malik..." Rather then heading for the agreed meeting location, I decided to investigate the source of the noise. Along the narrow passages, I discovered further traces of battle, as the bloodstains become more prominent, the walls scratched and chipped by the whirling blades and powerful flail striking against the sturdy material. As I drew ever closer to the location of the original noises, everything fell into a deathly silence, as if the battle had ended and the aftermath of death's arrival was surging across the field of combat, taking with it all the souls of the fallen... The sound came from nothing at all... "Wha..? But there was fighting here... I'm certain of it." I knelt in the small clearing, feeling the cold, soft Earth and the lush greenery that concealed it. I knew, for a fact, that this was the location of the battle, yet this whole clearing was completely unscathed by the supposable hard-fought battle. Why was it that this place would bear no marking of a battle if this were indeed the location? Such an answer eluded my grasp and left me curious, craving to know the meaning of this complex situation. "I've found you at last, Starlight-le Saint Mark." Came the familiar voice behind me. Startled, I reflexively leapt forward, landing facing the shadow-veiled person with my dagger drawn and my heart racing. As they slowly emerged from the shadows, I was overcome with shock as I discovered my friend, Malik, adorn in Corinthian battle vestments. "M-Malik!? Why are you dressed like an enemy soldier?" My arms dropped to my side as I rose to meet him on eye level, loosening the grip on the dagger's hilt. "Foolish child, you mean to tell me that you have to figure it out?" A wicked grin swept across his face, "I am a Corinthian. Why else would I be second in command of this kingdom?" "You mean..." "Yes. You're just a pawn in our game." "Just what are you talking about?" "Dakar and I struck a deal. You see, I am the prince of Corinth, and in order to become king, father has asked me to conquer my own kingdom. Since I don't really like my parents, I struck a deal with Dakar, trading him the Corinthian throne for Arania's. Dakar knew that Corinth was the fairer kingdom, so he was glad to agree to let my army destroy everyone inside it while he left with the Noble Guard to crush Corinth and take it as his own." "You bastard..." "It gets better. Since you are the heir to the throne, you have to make a choice... I can kill you and take the throne, or you can live by my side as my queen!" Is this what the world was truly like...? Was the world full of Men just wanting power, and going to any extremes to take it? It feels like it. Power is the root of all pain in. Those who have too much power, those who seek to upset the balance of the world... They weren't part of the world at all. Clutching the dagger ever tighter in my paw, I narrowed my eyes on Malik's figure. Kill him, be killed, or marry him and give him the only thing I actually have... myself. There was another way, and the thought of it filled me with both sorrow and resolve. "Alright... I've decided...." I lowered my gaze, a look of defeat flooding my face as I slowly approached his figure, "I'll be yours" "Good girl." He smiled coldly as he outstretched an arm to me, pulling me into his embrace as I drew near, forcing his lips against mine and kissing me with a fiery, almost lusty passion, leaving me no option but to return his kiss... That kiss would be all he took from me. With his guard lowered at my unwillingness to fight, I drove the dagger deep into his side. As his face filled with twisting pain, I wrenched the blade back and forth many times, ripping it from his body in the bloodiest fashion one would possible imagine. As he fell to the ground, I looked down on his dying form. I had no sympathy about inflicting a mortal wound upon him. I didn't care how much it hurt me to do it. In the course of a few hours, I had become cold, emotionless to the world around me despite the death that seeped from every bit of essence that it contained. "W-why... I...could have...given... you...everything..." His voice was weak and breathy as death slowly began to overtake him. "I'm not giving up my home for the likes of you... Allow me to return something to you!" Gritting my teeth, I knelt and drove the dagger deep into his throat, my face full of spite and rage, as if I was enjoying every minute of his suffering, "Die, and let your soul forever be tormented with the lives your people stole today..." I grabbed the sword from his belt, an elegant long sword with an almost elvish design, trimmed with golden thread and a fine cloth that I could determine the material of and affixed it to my belt. Quickly turning away from his dying form, I veiled my eyes with my arm, tears following down my cheeks like a tranquil stream. I may have become cold, but I still had remorse. Walking away from his death stricken body, I entered the royal garden once more. There was nothing left for me here. I, alone, could never defeat the Corinthian army. Standing beside the fine cobalt well, gazing down at my reflection within its hallowed depths, I felt the desire to simply drown myself within its waters. When would the fighting end...? When would the struggle for power and status finally cease and the world, letting everyone obtain the peace that they long for? What was the point to fighting, dying, killing, and leaving people stricken with grief...? Did anything in this world even have a reason for its existence? \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ From the bushes, a figure watched my every movement, intrigued by my movements, my actions, my fantasy. The deep green eyes almost had a blue tint to them, concealed flawlessly amidst the azalea and hibiscus planted along the property line. While I remained lost in my fantasy world, the figure crept ever closer, as if stalking its pray, veiling itself in the many shadows cast by the large playground. Drawing ever closer to my form, entity slowly licked over their lips and... \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Lowing the bucket slightly into the well, I stepped into it, lowering myself down via the pulley. Stopping just as the bucket lightly touched the surface of the water, I found my mother's engraving, a simple circular marking ?. The small, almost hourglass shape was my mother's crest, Gemini, rotated as if to secretly mean 'key' as well. Veiled beneath my armor was a simple memento of my mother, her ring, which bore the same insignia as marked on the wall. Pulling it free of my chain mail, I pressed it lightly against the marking on the wall. As the shape slowly pushed inward, the wall began to shift slightly, opening as if it were a door. Pushing the earthen door, I slowly entered the dank corridor that was concealed behind it. Dimly lit with lanterns, it became my assumption that Dakar used this passage to slip out of the kingdom before anyone could notice. Sealing the entry after myself, I began to walk down its faintly luminescent passage. The strong scent of mildew and mold covered every inch on the space, giving the place the smell of rotting corpses, gagging anyone to take even one breath of it's putrid air. Suppressing the oncoming sickness, I moved quickly down the vestibule. All was fine until I discovered that my point of exit was a dead end. There was nothing at the end of this passage... "Ok... Mother probably had another secret door around here somewhere. The question is... where?" Pausing briefly, I leaned against the large stone wall at the far end of the passage, nearly screaming as the rock gave way and I collapsed outside, in the rolling Anubian Hills, about a mile south of the courtyard, "Yeah... really clever mom..." Even though I don't care much for mom's choice of concealment, I wasn't about to complain. Lifting the large boulder-like slab back into its position, I drew a deep breath. I wanted to look at my home one last time... Walking to the top of the hill that I found myself on, I gazed out into the distance, the dancing lights of flame and ember were accented by the char-colored smoke that rose from the village district. Tears found them way into my eyes, the simple sight of my home's destruction tearing into my very soul. It pained me gravely to see it ablaze, but in order to move forward on the road of life, we must often turn back to he source of our wandering. Sensing my lowered guard, a shadowy figure emerged from the narrow valleys below and slowly drew closer. Before I even had a chance to act, the figure leaped onto me, and in a fearful last effort, I began to struggle for freedom. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "'Ey. Relax mate. I'm not gonna hurt'cha" Opening my eyes, I found a young Rooian, a human-like Kangaroo by comparison, staring down at me, having perched herself upon my tummy, "I fancied you were having fun, an' I wanted to play too!" Calming down from my panicky state, I took a moment to access this Rooian's overall character. She wasn't much taller then I was, maybe an inch or two, and didn't feel overly heavy, but please don't get the impression that she was heavy-set. The tan colored fur and hair looked almost as it were all the same thing, even though her hair ran down to her lower back, making it about five inches longer then mine, which only goes to my upper back. The hazel eyes just added to the rather cute blended array of browns. Her facial features were soft and delicate, like that of soft Sakura petals in late spring, when the flowers began to drop their petals, and her fur had the soft scent of eucalyptus, completing the definite Australian feel. Though one would expect a child such as her to be garbed in at least some kind of garment. Try to understand. Since all the aliens on this planet are animal-like in shape, though not completely so, we don't usually mind walking around our bare fur. Nothing shows, since the natural density of our fur and bodies keeps more private regions concealed without offending anyone. There isn't a chance that we'll have a wardrobe malfunction unless it was completely intentional. Rooians and both Alluatran and Aspartian foxes fur keeps our bodies concealed all the time, though the story with Draconians is a completely different one. Since Draconians are what people like to refer to as 'raptors', since they resemble the ancient Raptors that once roamed the Earth some several billion years ago, their body lacks fur to conceal their bodies. For this reason, both male and female Draconians an identical in form, both having flat chests and several scales that folds over an apparently similar private area. Outside of the bedroom or medical lab, the only way to discern between them is by listening to their voice. The females have a higher-pitched tone of voice. Similarly, Dragonian, what people see as 'Wingless Humanoid Dragons', use a similar body method to prevent the absolute need for clothing. In general, for an alien, wearing clothes is a completely elective thing. Not like anything shows otherwise... "You should introduce before you pounce someone... or at least make your presence known. I think I wet myself..." Folding my ears back, I pushed her frame from its perch atop me and stood up, working out the wrinkles from my attire, "I'm Starlight-le Saint Mark." "I'm Katie Rose, its nice to make your acquaintance miss wet-foxy" Katie chirred softly to herself, bounding up and down on her tail slightly, "You might wanna go get changed. You are beginning to smell." She turned her nose up slightly, pinching it closed with almost a mocking grin sprawled across her face. In a huff, I walked inside my home once more, greeting by Sally's curious gaze as she looked up from the cooking she was reading through. I guess she assumed that I grew bored of my new playground, until she recognized the faint tang of urine that hung about my form. "What happened...?" Sally slipped from her seat and scooped me off the floor, giving my fur a sniff to confirm her thoughts. "Just got caught by surprise, mommy. Katie pounced me when I wasn't looking and I got scared." I folded my arms across my chest, "She's kinda mean." "Now dear, she isn't mean. She's just very playful." "You mean you knew about her before you sent me outside?" "Of course. Kathy, her mother, and I have been close friends since we started school together." Carrying me upstairs and into the bathroom, Sally pulled out some lightly scented moist towelettes, giving me a few of them as she set me on the floor. Leaving alone while she went to find me a change of clothes, I disrobed and tossed the now soiled clothing aside before wiping myself down with the towelettes. No matter how much I wanted to, having wet myself in fear made me feel very unclean. Sally returned a moment later, carrying a change of clothes in one paw, and what appeared to be training pants for foxes in the other. I don't know if I were shocked at her suggestion or merely so terribly embarrassed that I lacked the ability to blush, but in either case, I was incredibly mortified. "You have to be joking..." I just stared with a dumbfounded expression spread across my face. "As you can see, I am not. I just don't want accidents like this to occur again, that's all. At least this way, we won't have to worry about laundry." She set the clothing on the floor next to me, picking up my pile of soiled clothing from the corner, "I try to afford laundry duty if I can help it. I make James do it." I guess it was her attempt at humor that made the situation a little more bearable, though the lavishly pink trainers with the princess designs from the ancient Disney corporations. Even though Disney ceased to exist in 2419, their products were still rather famous, particularly the childish images on infantile paraphernalia. Even though Bandai bought out by Disney to increase their airtime and product variety, Bandai would be bought out by CLAMP, who took to the production of Anime since their mangas were always best sellers, in 2430. Grimacing the thought of actually wearing it, I pulled them up my waist and slipped my tail through the conveniently placed hole for it, Sally giggled softly and patted my head. "You look so adorable, Star." She was just pouring salt in the wound. "Thanks, mom...." I pulled on the new jean skirt and orange tank top, adjusting the hems to, hopefully, keep the pink trainers with Disney princess prints concealed beneath them. I guess now would be a good time to reveal some information about Sally. Though one can assume that her often overtly mothering stature would make her rather unbearable. As Sally left my company, I decided to scope out a little information on her, and the best place to start would be in the office. Slipping into the room without being noticed, and took a moment to gaze across the soft earthy colors of rich browns and luscious golds. The oaken décor of the room added to the hearty aura that made the room warm and very inviting. Stacked upon the tall bookshelves of stained oak were, what I perceived to be, thousands of books, spanning from ages long past to present day, covering a variety of topics ranging from health care to cooking. One book, in particular, caught my eye, as it's non-formal appearance made it sound out from the others like a single goldfish in a tank of guppies. I was fortunate, as it was only on the second shelf and just barely in my reach. Pulling it from its resting place, I plopped down onto the floor with a soft crinkle and peered into its pages... It was a diary... but not just anyone's diary. It belonged to Sally, the one I had longed to know more about, to understand her motherly attraction to me and simply to understand how she felt about everything... \_June 14, 2719 Dear Diary, I met someone really sweet today. His name is James, and he's an Aspartian fox like me. I was feeling really lonely, since today is my 18th birthday and dad is away on a business trip. He left me enough food and money to make it through the week safely, but the lonely inside my heart is one I cannot simply ignore. I miss mom... I was only 12 when she died, but my memories of her burn strongly in my heart. Dad hasn't been the same since she refused the rejuvenation to save her life. You see... Mom was born with a rare illness discovered in the late 24th century known as Kirin's Disease. Dr. Kirin was a brilliant human. His works helped to discover cures for Leukemia and Cancer, but there was nothing anyone can do about Kirin's Disease. The disease doesn't destroy the heart, the liver, the lungs, or the immune system... It takes something far worse then that: a person's mind. The disease slowly destroys a person's brain until they cannot handle living anymore, and the person's body shuts down...\_ I might have the disease as well... and I can't risk passing it onto my child, should I ever have one. I don't want her to ever go through what I had to... Anyway, where was I before all this? Oh yeah! James is a real sweetie. He's a junior this year, but he's got a lot of talent. He has a passion for music, and is really good as soccer and English. He wants to become an English major. For a boy, he's really smart. It's rare to meet a boy with a GPA above 3.8. Graduation is only a week away now. I'm kind of nervous. I really wish mom were here for me right now... A mother's love can help to heal any pain, no matter the caliber. This is what my mother always told me, and it held true today when I met James. We have PE class together, and the girls were going to do weight lifting today, since commissioning for the next soccer season was about to start. James was playing soccer with several people today, when someone made a bad tackle and plowed into his leg. It was a pretty bad sight, since James was screaming bloody murder and crying like a child. I wasn't even to the weight room when I heard the scream and I went running. The coaches were rushing out as well, but I managed to get ahead of them. I knelt down next to James and examined the leg. I want to become a nurse in the future, because I love to help people. It didn't look broken, but it was swelling up and he couldn't bend his knee. It was a pretty bad sprain, but it would heal in a few days. I held his hand and stroked his head softly, smiling reassuringly to him. I don't know if it was my kindness or perhaps it was just the comfort that I brought him, but he calmed down quickly. I stayed by his side while he was carried off to the nurse's office, and stuck by his side for the remainder of the school day. He's kind of cute...not my type, but he's cute. Smart, athletic, and cute... Well Diary... I'm going to go out for dinner tonight. I'll treat myself on this night, my birthday, and go have a nice dinner... \~Sally\~ Ok, this managed to explain a few things, like why Sally is very motherly, how she met James, and why she doesn't have any children. It also showed that Sally is 44 years old, since her birthday is June 17, 2701, and this was May 26, 2745. It still left me wondering about a few other things though... like what the 'strike' system meant, and perhaps more about herself, other then she was very attached to her mother... Just as my mind began to wander, I found an entry dated yesterday, and the information within struck me like a truck going 200 km/s... \_May 25, 2745 Dear Diary, It's been a long time since I last wrote an entry in my diary hasn't it...? It's been almost 20 years... A lot of things have occurred... I mean... the last time I wrote in my diary was the day I got married to James. I just wanted to write an entry in it, for old time's sake... Since me and James are incapable of having a child, for his is sterile from an illness, and I refuse to have a child because I have Kirin's Disease, we signed up to become Penitatas parents. Rejuvenation is still fairly new to the world, but the concept is so sought after that the world's population isn't decreasing. To help fix the problem, a new series of spaceships have been created, known as the Genesis Crafts, to help colonize other worlds. Today was a surprise for both James and I, as we finally got the child we wanted, even if the terms were rather bad. Her name is Starlight-le Saint Mark... As I read through her datapad while James slumbered deeply next to me, I felt like I was being torn to shreds. This... child had gone through a hell far worse then I had to face when my mother died. She was an orphan... I don't know how she survived all these years, being able to keep herself out of a dark depression after becoming an orphan... To add to the mix, her foster parents died in a fire at their home, and she barely survived. It was if the whole world was just trying to punish this innocent child. She keeps herself locked away, at least in her own heart, and it seems the more James and I try to make her feel like a child again, she fights back, as if she's afraid of her own childhood. I can't give up... Star is, at least to me, a beacon, a chance to finally have the child I've always wanted, only one who isn't affected with Kirin's Disease. I want to be able to hold her close to my chest, to know she is really my child... to know she loves me as I love her. Even if she is a Penitatas... in my heart, she is my child...\_ I can't give up on her. I just hope I make a good mother for her... \~Sally\~ She knew all about me... and she wanted to make all my pain go away. My tears landed softly in my lap as I hung my head, crying silently in thought of how I made her suffer so in the last few days. I got the answer I wanted, but it left me feeling as if someone twisted my soul into a knot and then cut the knot to pieces. My whole body ached and I couldn't move... "Star?" Sally poked her head into the room, gazing at my teary form sitting in the room, "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry mommy..." I tilted my head towards her slightly, closing her journal and clasping it close to my chest, "I..." Sally didn't say anything as she walked over and scooped me into her arms, holding me tightly against her chest as I wept. She spoke not a word as she stroked my head softly with her paw, taking a seat in the office chair, waiting to speak as if she didn't even know what to say... "I read your diary..." I pressed a paw lightly against the fabric of her shirt, "I didn't know... about your mother... or how you felt about me..." "It's alright. I don't blame you for your curiosity into how I've been acting toward you since we met..." Sally sighed softly, "I've just always wanted a child..." "And I've always wanted a mommy..." I looked up at her, a slight smile spread lightly across my muzzle, "We are what we both wanted..." "I know, dear, but..." "It's alright. I don't mind being treated like a toddler if you don't make a really big deal about it... but please don't tell anyone about it." "Deal." She beeped my nose softly, pulling me into a big hug, "I'll try not to make it completely overt, just promise you'll behave." "Fair enough." I kissed her cheek softly and hugged her back, "I better get back outside. Katie is probably looking for me." "Actually, she's in your room right now." "Oh?" "Yes. Go have fun sweetie." "Ok, mommy!" I slipped from her warm embrace, scampering out the door and towards my room. I noticed Katie rummaging through my toy chest, giving me a chance to get her back from pouncing me earlier. As I snuck up on her, I guess she sensed me coming, swinging her tail about to trip me, and succeeding in doing so, causing me to fall into the floor next to the ruler and meter-stick from my earlier bouts of play. "Ow!" I rubbed my leg and looked up at you, "You play rough." "Sorry." Katie giggled softly and helped me up, "What's with all the stuff?" "Mommy gave them to me to play with for awhile." I let my gaze go about the room. The legos were strewn about the room in a chaotic array, as the explosions that erupted in the village send the rubble flying in a multitude of directions, the box, which was suppose to represent the castle and kingdom gates, was overturned, a large hole in the side from an accident stabbing of the meter stick through the side... The rubber band gun was sitting atop the desk, where the archers stood, raining down a hail of fiery arrows upon the villagers below... "So... what were you playing?" Katie poked my side softly, bringing me back to my sense by enforcing a giggly reaction. "I was a knight in the kingdom of Arania. The kingdom was attacked, and a whole bunch of things happened..." I turned to look at her, a grin stretching across my muzzle, "Wanna play?" "Sure! I love to play knights!" She picked up the meter stick from the floor and swung it around a bit. Sally must of have been listening in on us, as she mysteriously appeared with another meter stick in paw, handing it to me with one of those 'play nice' kind of glares that make you feel like you are being watched every moment of your life. I didn't mind it, grasping my 'sword' lightly in my paw, slipping it through a belt-loop on my skirt before looking to Katie once again. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "Hey. Stop struggling!" The figure pinned me to the ground and pulled back their hood, revealing a young girl, apparently in her mid-teens, what I would venture to be around 17 or so, her long corn silk hair flowing down her back like a river down a cascading waterfall, her cool green eyes looked upon mine, "I'm not with the Corinthians." "W-who are you?" I finally managed to topple her, scrambling to my feet and reaching for the hilt of Malik's sword, which I had previously claimed as my own, "What do you want?" "I'm Katie Rose, a member of the Black Guards of Kouriya." She brushed several locks of her face, her paw stroking across the side of her muzzle lightly, "You are also God-sent, are you not?" "You...." "Are just like you. Her Majesty calls me the a Rooian, claiming I resemble A creature she encountered on a journey...she called them 'Roo'." "..." "You don't trust me do you?" "Should I?" "That is for you to decide. Her Majesty sent me to find you, heeding your mother's final promise." "My mother's...promise?" "Yes. As with my mother, yours was touched by heaven, granting them wisdom beyond all others. Her name was Aika Saint Mark, was it not?" "..." "I assume the answer is yes. That must make you Starlight-le Saint Mark." "You know quite a bit for a Kouriyan..." "We are quite knowledgeable in many regard. Come, we must go. The Corinthians will come looking for you." I knew she was right. I would only have an hour to get away from the kingdom, my home, before I would be found... This child... Katie of the Black Rose, as I would come to know her by, was my only lifeline. Her black robe concealed beneath it a breastplate of finely crafted darksteel, a metal similar to that of steel, only much stronger, more durable, and having a dark, almost char-black coloration to it, dressed in plates of ivory and gold. Draped about her waist was a simple sash, which struck me as very strange, as such an article would simple be a hindrance to her in combat; however, it held fast, as if it were made of steel and chain... My only conclusion is that her belt was produced from a vast quantity of Scared Cloth. Hanging from her sides were two long swords, forged from a bright and shining metal known as Mithral, lighter then steel, but slightly stronger. From the outline on her cloak, it was also evident that she concealed a longbow of sorts beneath her robes. She was a skilled fighter, and in time, I would see that firsthand. Setting out in the crest of moonlight, the moon beginning to dip behind the mountains, casting it's cool blue light across our path, as if it was guiding us on a journey that would take us to the far end of the world. "We'll rest in the caves of Kilgara pass... They won't be looking for us there." Katie walked on steadily, the moonlight giving her eyes an almost icy glaze. "Right... Lead on, Katie of the Black Rose." Katie simply grinned at me over her shoulder, forcing a similar grin across my muzzle. My journey to understand the night's events had finally begun.

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Title: Maya Tags: white male, black female, first time, older woman, younger man, interracial, black boss This story began when I was just over eighteen. I didn't have much experience with girls at the time; in fact, I was still a virgin. There was one woman who was the main object of my fantasies back then, our next door neighbor, Maya Grant. She was a lot older than me, in her early to mid-thirties, and lived alone. Maya was also black. There weren't many black people in our community, but I've been immensely attracted to black women for most of my life, and I'm certain Maya had mostly to do with awakening those desires within me. She was so good-looking, and one of the sexiest women I've ever known. Unfortunately, I didn't have much contact with Maya. She ran her own small business, which kept her extremely busy. On top of that, with her being so much older than me I never had many opportunities to speak to her. My parents weren't particularly good friends with her either, so I didn't know a lot about her. Besides her owning a flower shop, all I really knew was that she was most likely single. My mom once told me Maya was divorced, but she wasn't even sure about that. I'll never forget one time I ran into Maya and we had a brief chat. She seemed very friendly, and her boisterous laugh was unforgettable. I'd hoped that encounter might lead us into having more conversations, but unfortunately that didn't seem to be in the cards. Unfortunately, my main "interaction" with Maya at this time was one way. During the summers, Maya would completely blow my mind with one of her favorite pastimes, lying out in her backyard sunbathing. She would usually be out there for quite a while too, reading a book or listening to music on her headphones. Maya had a high fence surrounding her yard, which makes me think she believed nobody could see her, and this was mostly true. However, if I went upstairs to my bedroom I could usually get a decent peek at her, even if the angle I was sitting at was a bit uncomfortable. As far as I knew, Maya wasn't really the type to wear anything revealing, but the bikinis she'd wear while sunbathing were shockingly skimpy. My favorite was a canary yellow string bikini. Not only did the color look stunning against her rich, dark skin, but her it revealed her gorgeous body better than any of her other outfits. Her massive boobs, which were at least DD's, spilled out everywhere all around the tiny material covering them, almost like they were a size too small, and the bottoms were no more than a thong. Not many women could pull off an outfit like that, but Maya was in amazing shape. I've heard it said that it's physically impossible for a woman to have the measurements of a Barbie doll, but Maya might be able to prove otherwise with her voluptuous tits and ass but extraordinarily trim waistline. As I would find out later this was mostly due to exceptional genetics, although Maya did eat very healthy as well. Although I knew it was kind of a pervy thing to do, I couldn't resist spying on Maya whenever she'd go sunbathing. I was fairly certain she couldn't see me looking at her from my window, but I still took every precaution I could. She looked so sexy, confidently strutting around in her dark sunglasses, which weren't large but nevertheless covered more of her face than the rest of her clothing did her body, and it would never be long before I was ogling over her virtually flawless figure. Sometimes she would even lay on her stomach and untie the string to her top, leaving those enormous tits squashed against her lounger. I would always hope that something would happen to make her sit up without remembering to cover up, but it never happened. As much as I loved looking at that shapely ass of hers, her tits were the most incredible I've ever seen; I think I would have died if Maya had ever sunbathed topless or anything like that. It didn't really matter either way though, as what I did see during those sessions was more than enough to get my dick rock hard. I won't bother recounting what else I usually did while watching Maya sunbathe, as I'm sure that's pretty obvious by now. Nothing really happened for the first six or seven years after Maya moved in next to our house, besides her being the main object of my schoolboy fantasies. The real story begins after I graduated from high school. My grades weren't quite good enough to get into the college I wanted to attend, so I took a year to try and improve some of my grades at night school. To my complete surprise, Maya was one of the students in my English class. I had no idea how to react to her, as I had barely spoken to Maya leading up to this day, so I mainly kept to myself on the other side of the room from where she usually sat. She didn't really seem to want to acknowledge me either, so I thought it best to keep my distance. Everything changed one day when our class was discussing a short story we'd been assigned to read. I don't remember much of the details, as this event took place a long time ago, but I do remember that it was written by a black woman. Something the teacher said in her analysis really irked me, and I thought it was shockingly racist. Normally I don't speak much in class, but when the teacher called on me for my thoughts on the story I couldn't help but tell her how wrong I thought her previous statements had been. I can honestly say my actions had nothing to do with Maya being there, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Of course, the teacher still shot me down for going against her like that, but I didn't care. I'd said what I wanted to say. After the class was over, I left the room. To my surprise, Maya was waiting in the hall for me. "Daniel, right?" she asked. "You're Joyce and Frank's boy?" "Um yeah," I replied uneasily. After Maya had ignored me for this long, I really wasn't sure what was happening now. "Do you have a little time to talk, Daniel?" "Yeah, of course," I replied. "It's... um... Miss Grant, right?" "I think it'd be okay if you called me Maya," she chuckled lightly. "There's a little coffee place in the building. Wanna go? My treat." "Yeah, that would be great," I answered. I actually had a bus to catch, but there was no way I was going to pass up an opportunity like this. We went and got our coffees and sat down at a table nearby. After a little bit of small talk about my parents, Maya got to the real reason she wanted to speak to me. "Daniel, I wanted to thank you for what you said back in class. And by the way, every word you said was true. That teacher didn't know what the fuck she was talking about, at least in this case. No offense, but sometimes white people really have no clue about stuff like this. You really surprised me by seeing through all of her bullshit." Maybe some people would have been turned off by it, but I actually liked how Maya regularly cursed during our conversation. I made her seem much more real and down to earth to me. "Thanks Maya, that really means a lot to me." "I only wish that I had backed you up in class, but I couldn't." "Why not?" "You don't understand, Daniel. I'm the only black student in the class. If I had said any of those things you did, the teacher would have just written me off as another angry black woman playing the race card. Even if she wouldn't say it aloud, I know she would have been thinking it. And the rest of the class wouldn't have been any better than her." "I'm sorry, Maya. I guess you're right, I never considered that before now." "It's okay Daniel, and so are you. You're a lot smarter than I gave you credit for, and mature too. How old are you now, anyway?' "Eighteen." We spent the next while getting to know each other better. Maya's personality was as sweet as her face was beautiful. I tried my best not to stare, but it was hard not to get lost in the sight of her exotic, almond-shaped eyes and pretty smile. Maya's medium-length, braided hair was fashionably done with twists along each side, framing her delicate features perfectly, and while she was dressed quite casually in a blouse and jeans she still looked sexy as hell to me. It took a while but I finally started to feel more relaxed around her. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you taking this class Maya?" I finally managed to get the courage to say. "I mean, you have your flower shop; why would you take a night class in English?" Maya looked a bit uncomfortable, then began to reply. "Can you keep a secret, Daniel?" "Of course." "I never got my high school diploma. I know I don't need one now but not having a diploma has always bothered me over the years, so I've slowly been taking night school classes to get one. This is the final course I need." "That's really cool, Maya, and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, I think it's great that you care enough to want to go back and get it." "Thanks Daniel, you really are a nice kid." I admit Maya calling me a "kid" really stung; I hoped she would see me as more of an adult, especially after she had complimented me for being mature. I've never been any good at hiding my emotions, and Maya picked up on my disappointment immediately. "I'm sorry, Daniel, you really aren't a kid anymore, are you? In fact, you're more of a man than most of the men I've known. I'm sure you're quite the lady-killer too." I wasn't sure if she was just trying to be nice to me or not, but I decided to take the compliment at face value. In fact, I thought I might even use it as an opening to flirt a little. Not that I've ever had much confidence with women, but in this case, I thought, "why not?" It's not like I really had anything to lose with Maya. "I doubt I've broken as many hearts as you Maya," I said. "What makes you say that?" she asked, sounding amused. "Because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said. And I meant it too; she really was that beautiful, at least to me. "Oooh child," she chuckled, "I mean, man." "What?" I asked. "I really need to get home now," she replied. "I'll see you next time in class, Daniel." "Um... sure," I replied uneasily. "What's wrong?" I decided to be honest with her, even though it wasn't the most suave thing to say. "I'm not sure the bus still runs this late." I hadn't realized it until now, but Maya and I had been talking for well over an hour. "Don't you drive, Daniel?" "I do, but I don't have a car. I was planning on saving up for one while I go to school." "Come on, lover-boy," she laughed sarcastically. "I mean, lover-man. I'll give you a ride home. I'm pretty sure it's on my way." We talked a lot more on the drive home, although we didn't flirt anymore, which was disappointing. Not that I really thought I had a chance with Maya anyway, but I'd take anything I could get with her at this point. One of the things I did tell Maya was that I was still looking for a part time job. "Well Daniel, if you're interested, my delivery guy just quit on me. It doesn't pay much though." "I'll take it," I answered, probably a little too eagerly. I really didn't care what Maya paid me, as long as it gave me an excuse to see her more often. Maya just laughed in reply. I guess I wasn't doing a very good job of hiding that I was attracted to her, but she didn't seem to mind, so that was fine with me. \*\* A lot happened in the next month or so. I started working at Maya's flower shop, mainly making deliveries, but she also gave me other odd jobs to do. Although she technically did that to get more work done, I liked to think Maya was also keeping me busy so I had an excuse to keep her company too. We did become much closer as a result, which made me very happy. I'd never realized it before, but Maya didn't have many friends and her days at work could be lonely too. She was a lot of fun to be around, and I never got tired of hearing that unruly, throaty laugh of hers. So rough, but so incredibly sexy. And I could tell Maya genuinely liked being around me too, and I felt like I'd really made a friend. The next class we had after that day I arrived and sat in my usual seat in the room. Maya arrived a few minutes later and, rather than sit in her usual spot on the other side of the room, smiled at me and came to sit in the chair next to mine. We sat together for every class from that day onwards. One other incident happened during this time. Although it was October we had a few days of unusually warm weather, in fact it was practically sweltering. And on one of those days I noticed Maya back in her yard, sunbathing as usual. It was very hard for me to go and spy on her again from my bedroom, as I'd honestly grown to care for her as a person rather than merely an object of my lust, but in the end I couldn't help myself. Those raging hormones in my teenage body were just too hard to control, and so once again I found myself peeking on her from my bedroom window. Truth be told, the fact that I'd grown closer to Maya now made my desires for her even stronger than they had been before. That and the sight of her amazing body were too much for me, and I came three or four times in a matter of minutes watching her. I genuinely did feel lousy about it afterwards, but not enough that I wouldn't have done it again if the opportunity presented itself. If anything, my lust for Maya was getting stronger the more I got to know her. Everything came to a head on day while I was working with Maya at the store. It had been an unusually quiet day, so we spent more time talking than we normally had time for. Most of our conversation had been light-hearted, and as usual I spent much of it trying to be entertaining enough so I could hear more of Maya's intoxicating laugh. At one point, however, Maya took our conversation in a surprisingly serious direction. "Daniel, we really need to talk. I've been putting this off for a while, but I don't think I should any longer." "What's wrong, Maya?" I had no clue what she was getting at, but I felt genuinely concerned. "I think you know," Maya said. "You and me, Daniel, everything. The way you look at me all the time. It was kinda cute at first, but now I really think we need to talk about it." Although I'd made a few attempts to break through the friend-zone layer Maya had created between us before, this seemed like a real opportunity for me to get past that barrier. Even though I still lacked a lot of confidence with women, I wasn't going to back away now. I figured I might as well go for it at this point. "I can't help it Maya, I'm crazy about you." "You're eighteen, I doubt you have any fucking clue about what you really want or feel. I sure as hell didn't when I was your age. Whatever you think you feel now will pass." "I don't know or care about any of those things. All I know is how I feel about you now. And it sure is real, as real as anything I've ever felt before." "Well, this whole thing feels so completely wrong to me. Getting involved with a guy half my age, and a white one at that." As much as the first part of what Maya said hurt me the second part was devastating. It had been so difficult for me to find the courage to approach her like this in the first place, and while I tried not to think about it too much in the back of my mind I had always worried that race might become an issue. Maya's words had just confirmed the worst part of my insecurities and fears. I felt so deflated, and Maya immediately picked up on that. As always, she could read me like a book, something that I truly appreciated about her. "I'm sorry Daniel, it really is just an age thing between you and me." As much as I wanted to believe Maya, I just couldn't. I couldn't let her off the hook about this so easily, even though part of me certainly wanted to. "I'd like to believe you Maya, but I don't. I have a hard time imagining that you could say something like that and not mean it." Maya grew noticeably restless, pausing for a few moments before she was able to speak again. "I'm sorry Daniel, you don't deserve to be talked to that way. If you haven't figured out by now, I've had a lot of bad experiences with white people in my life." "But you moved to a nearly all-white community," I said. I probably shouldn't have interrupted, but this felt too weird for me not to bring up. "I moved here for business reasons only. 'Location' is the most important part of any small business being able to survive, and this area was perfect for me. So yeah, the friends I have managed to make here are white, but as you might have noticed, I don't have many of them. And even the few friends I do have I manage to keep at arm's length. I admit I have a hard time trusting anyone who's white, so the mere idea of getting involved with a white man is pretty outrageous to me. I would have never even considered it until now." "Until now?" I asked. "Like I said, it really is an age thing with you, Daniel. You're a sweet guy, not to mention seriously cute. If you were closer to my age, I would totally give you a chance." There was a melancholy in Maya's voice marked with frailty that I'd never heard from her before, and I felt as if we had truly shared a moment together. She looked down at the ground, apparently feeling too emotional to face me, and her I felt her sense of vulnerability overwhelm me. Despite what Maya had said, I felt a real conflict in her tone. I knew what I wanted to do, and even though I was nervous as hell, I decided to go for it anyway. We were only standing a couple of feet away, so I closed that gap effortlessly. Then, using my left hand, I gently lifted Maya's chin and kissed her. "Daniel, please, we can't do this," she softly pleaded with me. I knew Maya's words didn't convey what she was really feeling, although I have no doubt she felt confused. Her kiss had been so soft and sweet, and she hadn't made any physical efforts to stop me. And so I felt emboldened enough to kiss her again, this time longer and deeper than the last. I could feel her lips respond to mine, kissing me even harder back. I felt like I'd managed to awaken a passion inside her, and all I could think about was wanting more, and so I pulled Maya's luscious body into a tight embrace against mine. We continued like this, now exchanging burning kiss after kiss, until Maya finally stopped and pulled away. "Dammit, what the fuck am I doing?" Maya asked aloud. She sounded genuinely annoyed. "I thought it was pretty obvious," I replied, trying to diffuse the situation with humor. It didn't work, however; if anything Maya got even more upset. "This isn't fucking funny, Daniel," she harshly replied. "Maybe you should go home early today. I need some time to think about all of this." "Are you sure, Maya?" I tried not to show it but her words clearly stung me. "I need to process all of this, and I can't do it with you hanging around." Maya still sounded angry, but less so than before. I think she realized what I was feeling at this point, because she made a real effort to sound calm and relaxed with her next words. While it didn't exactly work, I did appreciate the effort. "I'm sorry, Daniel, just give me some time, okay? I'll see you in class tomorrow night." \*\* The next evening I was feeling nervous as I sat in class waiting for Maya. Those fears mostly calmed however, as Maya entered the room and sat next to me. She didn't give me any signals about what she was thinking, but at least she didn't look upset as she had back in the shop. After class was over, I stood up to leave. Ever since that first evening, Maya would give me a ride home after class. Luckily, that hadn't changed, and we strode off together towards her car. I had no clue how to bring up what had happened between us, so I played along as normally as I could and waited for her to make the first move. After driving quietly for a while, Maya finally broke the ice. "Daniel, about yesterday..." she began, her voice trailing off. "I'm still not sure what to say. You still have your whole life ahead of you. I don't want to get in the way of that." "And you still have the rest of your life too, Maya. Listen, I've already made plans for going away to college next year, assuming my grades hold up. I don't know what the future holds either, but I'm realistic enough not to expect you to wait for me or anything like that." "Then what are you saying, Daniel?" "I'm saying that I know exactly how I feel about you in the here and now. I'm not afraid or ashamed to say how attracted I am to you. If you have any similar feelings towards me, I wish you would do the same." Maya made an unexpected turn with the car and parked next to nearest curb in front of a store. It was closed, in fact at this time of night there was no one else around. "Daniel, I'm not embarrassed. I do care about you, and yeah, I find you attractive too. But there are other factors to consider. For one thing, your parents. It doesn't matter if you're legally an adult, they'd kill me if they found out about us. I know I would if I had a teenage son who was fooling around with a woman twice his age." "You barely know my parents. Have you even been to our place before?" "That's not the point, Daniel, and you know it." "Okay, I'll be careful. Whatever it takes to make you feel better, Maya. If you knew how much you meant to me you'd know I'd do anything for you." I put my hand on Maya's and gently squeezed it. She seemed genuinely touched as she accepted my affection, so I raised her hand up to my lips and kissed it. "You truly are a sweet guy, Daniel. I haven't dated much in the six years since my divorce. I certainly never met anyone like you in that time." The time seemed right any to make my move again, so I did, giving Maya a soft kiss on the lips. She practically melted in my arms. It was so gratifying to see Maya give in to her passions as well, as we were soon making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Well, technically speaking, one of us was a horny teenager. My hands were all over her too, kneading those incredible tits through Maya's blouse. I'm actually more of an "ass" man, but those huge, soft pillows would be enough to convert just about anyone. "Damn it, we need to stop now, Daniel. I'm not trying to fuck with your mind or anything. I really need to go home now, though. I have a crazy day at work tomorrow and need to get up very early." "It's okay," I replied dejectedly. "I wish I wasn't busy with my parents tomorrow or I'd come over to the shop and give you a hand." "I know. Thanks, Daniel." "What about after work though? Maybe we could go to a movie or something." "Daniel, I really don't think I could handle going out in a proper date or anything like that. I'd feel way too self-conscious being seen like that with you. And no, it's not because you're white. It really is an age thing, okay." \*\* I didn't see Maya until a few days later at the flower shop. I knew she had a lot of work to do, so as much as I was tempted to call her or make an unannounced "visit" to her shop, I decided to give her some breathing space. I just hoped she wouldn't use that time to change her mind about us. The situation was a bit nerve racking by now, so when I did finally see her I was not quite sure what to expect. It was another hot day, and to my surprise the purple blouse Maya was wearing was showing a lot more cleavage than what she usually wore to work, not to mention tight. Although she was wearing a bra I could still see the two rigid points of her wide nipples straining against the fabric. The jeans and black boots she was wearing were damn sexy too. "Uh, hi... pretty eyes," I sheepishly said. "I might believe you more if my eyes were located on my chest," Maya joked. "I'm sorry," I replied sheepishly. "I guess I get distracted sometimes. You have such an incredible body, Maya. I really do think your eyes are gorgeous too, though." "Ever the charmer," Maya laughed. We got to work, but I had all kinds of trouble staying focussed. Maya's outfit was driving me crazy. I couldn't help but wonder if she had dressed like this on purpose to tease me, but regardless of her intentions I was getting hornier by the minute. A couple of times she even bent forward around me. On one of those occasions I got a fantastic view of her curvaceous ass, and the other two times I could see down her blouse and get a perfect angle of the cleavage between her enormous tits. It got so bad my dick actually started getting hard, and so I got the hell out of there and went to the storage room before Maya noticed. I went into the room and locked the door behind me. By this time my cock was so hard it was literally hurting to keep it in my pants. I found a stool to sit on and then pulled down the zipper to let it free. My dick immediately went through the opening standing at full mast. That's when I heard a key in the lock and the door swing wide open. Maya then came and closed the door behind her. I was so worried for a moment, thinking she'd call me out for being a pervert or something, but then I saw the wry smile on her face. She was obviously amused. "Did you forget that I have the keys to every lock in this place?" Maya smiled. "Of course, I had to make sure you weren't in here robbing me or anything like that." Despite all my feelings for Maya I was still a bit unnerved at how this was all going down. I don't generally like situations where I don't have any control, and Maya was completely in control here. All I could do was sit there with my dick hanging out and see what Maya had in mind for me. "Is this what I pay you for?" Maya continued. The big smile on her face made it clear how much she was enjoying my predicament. "My, my, you were right the other day when you told me you weren't a boy anymore." "Not bad," she said, grabbing my shaft in her hand. I shuddered at Maya's touch; it took everything I could not to start ejaculating right there. Maya became even more amused watching me struggle. "You really don't have a lot of experience with girls, do you Daniel? I did notice that the other day when we were kissing. Not that it was bad, but I could tell you're pretty new at all this." It's funny because up until now I'd spun so many lies exaggerating my experience with other people, but I knew none of that would work with Maya. And on top of that, I didn't want to lie to her. Something about Maya made me want to be completely honest with her. "Not really, no," I shyly replied. "So I'm guessing you've never had a girl do this?" she asked. She jerked my cock with a couple of aggressive strokes. Holy shit, I came so close to cumming. Even the mere sight of Maya's sweet black fingers wrapped around my white cock was enough to make me want to cum. "Are you a virgin, Daniel?" "Um, yes..." "I should have guessed," Maya chuckled. "Well, I guess I'm responsible for this hard on," she continued. She lifted a handful of tit in each hand and added, "You haven't been able to keep your eyes off these since you came in today." "Sorry Maya. I just can't control myself whenever I'm around you." "That's alright," she chuckled. "If I did mind you certainly would know about it by now. Actually, I had a feeling something might happen with you when I picked this outfit out today. Mind you, I didn't exactly expect to find you in my storage room with your dick hanging out. You've been pretty assertive with me too for a virgin." "I don't know what to say Maya. The truth is, I've always been terribly shy with girls, but something about you makes me want to be different. I want to be with you more than I've ever wanted anyone else; it brings out a side to me that I didn't even know existed." "Don't worry, Daniel, the more I see that side of you, the more I realize it suits you," Maya purred with a smile so mischievous I could feel my dick getting harder with every word she said. "But I think there's more going on here than just me," she added with a laugh. "I get the feeling you've got a sweet tooth for the chocolate too." Maya took a glob of my pre-cum on her index finger and began massaging it into my hard shaft before teasing me further, "Am I right, Daniel? You really like it when you can get a little coffee with your cream?" Once again, I knew being open with Maya was the best way to go. It felt so good being able to tell her things I'd never been able to say to anyone else. "To be honest, Maya, I'd never given much thought about black women until you moved next door to us. You changed all of that." "So I'm the one who gave you the fever, huh?" Maya replied with a throaty laugh. "Just don't give me the cure, okay?" I said, trying to sound smooth. Maya's wide smile told me she liked my answer. "Well I guess you won't be getting much work done today with this hard-on," she chuckled. "And since I'm responsible for it and everything..." Maya coated the rest of my dick with my pre-cum and began wantonly jerking me off. "Oh my god, Maya..." I groaned. "That feels so good." I did everything I could to try and prolong the pleasure, but I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Maya looked me straight in eye with a wild look of lust so powerful it took me by surprise. "It's okay, Daniel, let go. I *want* to see you cum." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick just started spraying all over the place; I'd never cum like that before. To my surprise, Maya made no attempt to get out of the way. A huge glob of my semen landed on her upper chest and began dribbling down her cleavage. She tossed me a roll of paper towels. "Um, I hope you didn't ruin your clothes," she said. "I think I should be the one saying sorry to you, Maya," I said, pointing at thick gobs of cum that had landed on her breasts. Luckily, none of it had managed to get on her blouse, but her cleavage had a few droplets slowly dripping down. "It's okay, Daniel," she laughed. "Besides, I hear it's good for the skin." To my surprise Maya used a couple of fingers and rubbed my cum into her tits. But then the shock of her doing that was quickly replaced by another feeling I hadn't expected. "Is everything okay, Daniel?" Once again Maya could read me better than anyone else. "I... um... I don't know." "Seriously Daniel, is something wrong?" Maya sounded genuinely concerned. "It's nothing Maya." "Come on, don't clam up on me now, Daniel." "I guess... I was just wondering if... or how... I measure up to what you're used to." Maya let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh fuck, you men and your cock size issues. 'What I'm used to,' huh? So you want to know how you measure up the brothers, right?" "Um, I don't know..." "Of course you do, Daniel. You know that's just a myth, right?" she laughed. "Okay, fine, if you must know, you're fine Daniel, don't stress." "You got a pretty thick one, too. When you get a little older you'll find out we girls are more into that anyway," Maya added with a mischievous wink. Maya's words really meant a lot to me. In fact, I could feel my confidence steadily rising up. "Um, thanks again for... taking care of my problem," I said. "You're such a goofball," Maya laughed. "But it's cute too." "Anytime you want me to return the favor, just ask." "I doubt you'd even know what to do down there," Maya teased. "I'm a fast learner," I replied, "and I bet you're a great teacher, Maya." "We'll see, lover-boy, we'll see," Maya chuckled back. \*\* The next day I didn't see Maya, as we didn't have a class and I wasn't working at her shop. She did call me though. "Hey Daniel, if you're not busy I was wondering if you like to study with me tomorrow?" "Sure, I'd love to." "I know you were disappointed when I turned down your offer to go to a movie together. I was thinking, if you like, we could watch movies at my place when we're done." We made a date to see each other at four o'clock, although of course neither of us called it that. I wasn't sure what to tell my parents; at some point I knew I'd have to at least tell them that Maya and I had become friends, but I didn't think it was necessary now. Maya and studied together for the first couple of hours without anything of note taking place, although I was so happy just to be in her company. I honestly did love being friends with her too, just sharing a few laughs together, although I could always feel the sexual tension between us that made me want to do so much more. After we were done, Maya ordered a pizza and we settled down in front of the TV to watch a movie. I was surprised Maya had a horror film she wanted to watch, but not disappointed. I'm not even really into those types of movies, but I knew the scary parts gave me plenty of time to get closer with Maya. By the end of the movie, we were snuggled up close together on the floor with a blanket wrapped around us. The timing for me to make a move was perfect; and in no time Maya and I were making out. Unlike the more feverish session we had before, I managed to take things nice and slow this time, and I could tell Maya was really into it. I took my time, sucking on Maya's full, luscious, lips, savoring her soft flesh. After a while Maya tried to enter my mouth with her tongue, and I let her, and it felt so good. I'd never French-kissed with a girl before, but I did my best to keep up with her, and I think I did alright. However, after a while, Maya pulled away to speak. I knew something was up with her; she had this look of seriousness in her eyes, and she held my hands in hers. "Daniel, you really mean a lot to me," she said, almost getting teary-eyed. "I... I haven't dated much since my divorce, much less let any man get as close to me as I feel to you now. I just had to tell you that." I had this feeling of guilt overwhelm me, and of course Maya picked up on it immediately. "Is something wrong, Daniel?" "I don't want to ruin this moment or anything like that Maya; I feel closer to you than ever now, but there's something I've been keeping from you, and I feel like shit about it." "Tell me Daniel, talk to me." "Those times you go sunbathing in your backyard... I'm sure you thought nobody could see you, and they couldn't, but I could, and I often did." "Really Daniel?" Maya laughed. "You had me worried there for a second. I don't care if you took a peek. Hell, after everything we've been through now I might even put on a little show for you next time." "I'm being serious, Maya, I know what I did was wrong. I invaded your privacy. And for the sake of being completely honest, I did a lot more than just watch." "You mean you got a little workout with your hand?" she chuckled. "Um, yeah," I replied sheepishly. "I'm glad this doesn't seem to bother you Maya, but I had to get it off my chest. You don't know how much it's been eating me up inside. Are you sure you aren't mad at me?" "Really, it's okay Daniel. Sometimes I forget you're still a teenager, and teenage boys will do what they do. You actually impressed me just now by telling me the truth even though you thought I'd take it badly. Not many men I know would have been that honest with me, or mature. And probably none of them would have shown the guts you showed. Besides, we all have our little kinks that get us off. Yours isn't that bad, relatively speaking." "Really, what's your kink, Maya?" I chuckled. With the matter of me spying apparently taken care of, I was eager to get the evening back on track. "I've got too many to list," she laughed back. "But if you want to know one of my biggest, you hit upon it with something you said the other day." "Really?" My interest was certainly piqued by this revelation. "Daniel, you're more of a man than anyone I've ever been with. I don't know if that says more about you or the lousy choices I've made in my life, but it is what it is. I hope you believe me when I say that." "I do, and thank you so much, Maya. It means a lot to me." "Well, now that we got that clear I can tell you that I've always believed a boy can't really call himself a man until he does something very specific, something you haven't done yet." "Are you talking about me being a virgin?" "I don't know why but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since you told me, Daniel. I've always wanted to 'help' a boy become a man. For some reason it turns me on so bad, like a fantasy. The more I got to know you, the more I knew I wanted to live out that fantasy with you." "If you want my virginity, you can have it Maya," I joked. "It's all yours." Maya bellowed another one of her raucous laughs and then began running one of her hands gently through my hair. "You really are a sweet guy, Daniel. Can I ask you to do something for me? It would mean a lot." "Anything Maya, you know that." "I haven't had any 'male companionship' in a long time. It would be really special for me if you stayed here over tonight." "Absolutely, I'd love to. Um, a thought just came to me though, Maya. Shouldn't we be, you know, careful?" "You really are a sweet guy. Don't worry, Daniel, I'm on the pill." "But I thought you haven't dated or anything like that for a while?" "You're right, I started taking them again after that first time we kissed." "Really, I would never have guessed you felt that way about me back then." "I wasn't sure what to think, but something told me this is where we were heading. I started taking the pills again, just in case." "You should probably call your folks, now. I hate you lying to them though." "I'll tell them I'm staying the night with a friend. That's not a lie, is it? We are friends, aren't we?" "Yes, we are, Daniel," she smiled warmly. "Good friends." "Then I'll make the call." "Daniel, when you're done wait outside my bedroom door until I come get you. I want to freshen up a bit first." After I phoned my parents I did as Maya asked and waited. Feeling a bit nervous, I poured myself a scotch from her alcohol cabinet and quickly downed it, trying to help myself relax. Then I panicked a little because I knew my breath now smelled of alcohol and thought it might bother Maya since I knew she didn't drink, so I quickly went to the bathroom and rinsed with some mouthwash. It was only a minute or so after I was finished and standing in front of her room that Maya finally opened the door to greet me. "What do you think Daniel, worth the wait?" she asked seductively. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw her. Maya was wearing a sheer peach-colored teddy. Underneath it she wore was a solid pink colored thong. Maya's pendulous breasts, however, were completely exposed through the see through material. As usual, they looked as incredible as they were enormous. Her areole were especially huge, at least three or four inches in diameter, and several shades blacker than the rest of her dark chocolate skin. That and the thick, jet black nipples in the center of each enormous tit were mesmerizing to see. "You like?" she chuckled, trying to break me out of my trance. "My god, Maya, you're so gorgeous. You turn me on so much." "You turn me on too, baby, more than you probably can understand right now," she smiled. Maya took my hand in hers. "Come on Daniel, I want you to come to bed with me." I walked into Maya's bedroom with her. Her king sized bed looked so warm and inviting, with soft covers and plush pillows. In the one corner of her room I saw a few stuffed animals, which I later found out were keepsakes from Maya's childhood. "Don't worry, they can keep our secret," she winked when she saw me take note of them. I stood in front of the bed and Maya carefully undressed me in between gentle kisses here and there. I tried to get her clothes off too, but it wasn't easy as she was too busy working on me. I did finally manage to get her teddy off however, giving me an even more spectacular view of her breasts. I even briefly took one of her hard nipples into my mouth to suck on, which made Maya give a short grunt of approval before she continued undressing me. When I was naked she took a moment to look at me and chuckle, "Not bad, not bad at all Daniel." I wasn't the buffest guy, but I did jog regularly, so I was lean. "I guess a few years on the track team in school paid off," I said, trying to come up something suave. Having Maya look me up and down like this was a little scary, especially considering what a great body she had, but exciting too as she looked genuinely pleased with what she saw. "You'll have to send your coach my regards," she replied, her tone both humorous and seductive. "I will," I replied, not trying to sound dorky although I'm sure I did. "Come on lover-boy, time to become a man," Maya teased. Although she said it with a laugh, the arousal in her voice was unmistakeable. Maya must not have been exaggerating when she said taking a young man's virginity was one of her biggest turn-ons. She lay back on the bed, pulled her panties off, and threw them to me. Maya then lay on one side seductively, propped under an arm, giving me a perfect view of her lush body. "How about you Daniel," she chuckled, "like what you see?" Her tits looked amazing, but my eyes quickly focussed on Maya's shaved pussy. Her lips were dark and thick, going perfectly well with the rest of her stunning body. She was clearly aroused too, as the thong in my hand was soaked through with her wetness. "You're so beautiful Maya," I managed to get out. "Come here baby," she said with a wide smile. I joined my sexy black queen on her bed, laying on top of her. I tried to take it slowly, kissing her deeply again and again as our aroused nakedness moulded into one, bringing each other to highly levels of ecstasy. It seemed to be working for a bit, but Maya had other ideas, wrestling her lips long enough from mine to impatiently say, "Come on, Daniel. You know what you want, and I haven't had a dick in me for way too long." I was already rock hard; in fact I'd been that way ever since I'd first seen Maya in her lingerie. Our kissing on the bed with her nude body beneath mine had gotten me so excited that I'd already been fighting the urge to cum for a while. I didn't know how long I'd be able to hold out inside her, but I was certainly going to try my best to make it last. Maya spread her thighs wide and I got on my knees to penetrate her. The only word I can use to describe entering Maya's pussy for the first time was pure heaven. That may not sound surprising, but to consider everything we'd been through to get here, from her merely starting off as a fantasy of mine, to me opening up about my feelings to her, to Maya eventually reciprocating... to finally be doing this with this particular woman was so special. There really is no one else I'd rather have been with for my first time. I admit I was tentative at first, just getting used to this new thing called sex, thrusting slowly and carefully back and forth into Maya's curvaceous body beneath me. Looking back, I probably wasn't the greatest, but I did my best. Nevertheless, after a while I could feel Maya getting into it, her arms and legs stiffening as they clenched around my body, and her deep breathing turning into moans. "Come on baby, you got more in you than that," Maya coaxed me. Then, getting a little more anxious, she added, "You do want to fuck me, don't you?" "Uh, yeah," I responded uneasily, considering that's exactly what I'd been doing. "Then *fuck* me, Daniel," she insisted. "Fuck... me..." I redoubled my efforts, not worrying so much about technique as just trying to fuck Maya hard. While a little awkward at first, my technique eventually caught up to my enthusiasm, and after a time was banging Maya as hard as my eighteen year old virgin self was capable of doing. "That's it, baby, fuck me, fuck me!" Maya kept saying. Her body was writhing to and fro as I rode her, just oozing with her excitement, and her pussy was so wet and hot. That and Maya's dirty talking was enough to get me caught up in the moment, responding in kind. "You like it when I fuck you, don't you Maya, you like my cock in you?" I growled. "Fuck, baby, yes... don't stop," she replied. I had no intentions to. In fact, all I could think about was making this sensual woman cum for me, and how much I wanted to fill her gorgeous body with my own cum. I felt almost delirious with my own excitement, throwing all of my desire into trying to fuck Maya with everything I could. Her body was convulsing hard now, and her loud cursing was in my ears. My god, she was cumming. That thought alone was enough to set me off too, and with one final push I buried my cock as far as I could inside her before letting my orgasm take over. "Oh shit... fuck," Maya kept saying. Her body was still shaking below me, telling me this orgasm she was having must have been a good one. As for me, I still managed to hold her down, with my shaft buried to the hilt as my balls emptied their contents inside her. When I was finished, I pulled out and rolled over so as I was lying next to Maya in the bed. I wasn't sure what to say or do, so I merely looked over at her to gather some sort of reaction. "Not bad Daniel," Maya said with a wide smile, "not bad at all." Maya hopped out of the bed and sauntered towards her bathroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower," she said contently. Maya did look a little dishevelled, but still gorgeous as strode across the room. My eyes couldn't help but train themselves on the white, sticky fluid that was slowly making its way from her pussy and down one thigh. "Holy shit," I had to say to myself, still a little in shock from thinking about what we had just done. I could already feel my desire to have Maya again, and I almost invited myself to join her in the shower, but in the end I decided to hold off and lay back in bed waiting for her to return. When Maya entered the room again, she was wearing another sexy piece of lingerie, this time a one-piece white outfit, but her demeanor made me immediately realize that she wasn't looking to resume our lovemaking activities. I was certainly disappointed, but did my best to hide it, although I must say that I also felt good about the fact that I had apparently satisfied her earlier. She got into bed with me and turned off the lights, and we did cuddle and kiss a little bit, but soon afterwards Maya fell off to sleep. My dick was practically throbbing; all I could think about was much I wanted this enchanting woman again, but eventually I managed to calm down enough to fall asleep too. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to Maya's wonderful touch. I was lying on my back, with Maya off to my side. One hand of hers was lightly stroking my chest, teasing me with subtle caresses. The other was firmly grasping my cock, pumping it with her fist. Although it was still dark, there was a bit of moonlight, enough so I could see around me. To my surprise, Maya had removed her nightie and was now naked. I looked up at her face and she gave me another one of her wicked smiles. It was only a matter of seconds before my cock reached full mast from her ministrations, although Maya still took the time to suck my cock for a while too, which felt incredible. I still wasn't totally sure what she had in mind, however, until she began to straddle my thighs, getting on top of me. I started to move too, and Maya stopped me with her hand, and said, "Nope Daniel, you stay right there." I looked into Maya's eyes. There was something so reassuring, even soothing in her tone and demeanor. "You know Daniel, you fuck real nice," she added calmly. "But sometimes a girl wants to make it last too. You just take it easy for now, and let Maya take care of everything. Okay?" Maya lowered herself on my dick gently; it was almost frustrating to see her move so slowly, but the look of rapture on her face made up for it. Her head was leaning back, with eyes closed, savoring every inch of my dick as it penetrated her, and while it wasn't the hard pounding I desperately wanted to give Maya again, I had to admit that the feel of her warm pussy engulfing me again was fantastic. Rather than going up and down, Maya slowly moved her body around in small circles with my cock buried to the hilt inside her, making small satisfied moans throughout. As for me, I did my best to follow Maya's lead, using my hands to explore and caress her body. I started with her strong thighs, and then moved up to Maya's curvy ass, openly playing with it and even giving it a couple of light slaps, which made Maya chuckle. "You like that ass, huh Daniel?" she teased, opening her eyes to smile at me. "The way you keep going after my tits made me wonder for a while." "Only because your tits are the best I've ever seen," I replied truthfully. Although I didn't have the first-hand experience, I'd seen plenty of women online, and Maya's breasts could hold their own against anyone. "But I like it all, Maya, and you got it all." "Just as long as you know you ain't gonna find much booty like this on white girls," she laughed. "Then I guess you've corrupted me," I joked. "Maybe that's true for both of us," she smiled back. I didn't really know what Maya meant by that, but I liked the sound of it anyway. She went back into grinding her pussy into me, although with a little more fervor now, and I went back to exploring her amazing body. When I got to Maya's tits, I felt like I was in heaven again, as I squeezed and caressed though incredible globes. I also made sure to spend plenty of time on them, as despite what Maya had said before about her ass, it was obvious that her breasts were one of the most sensitive parts of her body. She sighed again and again as I caressed them, and openly groaned at times. Eventually, Maya did something I found utterly sexy, pulling one of those wide nipples into her own mouth and hungrily sucking on it while offering her other breast to me. I did my best to be gentle, kissing and sucking on her soft flesh. After a while, I moved it towards my lips. Maya went practically crazy, and for the next while she feasted on one thick capped nipple while I sucked on the other it for all I was worth. "Oh shit, yeah," Maya moaned loudly, as she finally let go of breast to concentrate more on what was happening below. I could see her eyes closed again as she was rocking back and forth on my dick, but still doing more of a grinding motion than anything, although her speed had picked up considerably. I didn't think she'd cum this way, but eventually she did, letting out a big howl when it happened. As for me, I'd still managed to keep my attention focussed on Maya's breasts, and when she pulled away I could still see those big nipples shining in the moonlight from several coats of my saliva. Maya lay next to my lap and took my still erect cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping away as if her life depended on it. It turned me on so much to see her hungrily bobbing her head like that, and now it my was my turn to writhe and shake as this incredibly horny woman looked like she trying to swallow my entire shaft down her throat. At one point, Maya pulled her mouth away and took my cock in her hand, savagely pumping it in her fist. "Come on, Daniel, cum for me," she said with a growl. Maya looked at me in the eyes, with a wild look that only added to my excitement. "I know you got plenty left in that dick for me. Come on, show me you horny bastard." I've never really known of anyone that talked like Maya during sex, but something about it worked for her. She kept on furiously pumping my shaft with her hand, but her mouth was now sucking on my balls. She was being surprisingly ungentle, even rough, adding an unusual mix of pain to my pleasure, but I liked it. Her enthusiasm was amazing, more than I could ever imagine from any woman, and all I could think about was how much I wanted those full, dark lips wrapped around my shaft as I let loose with my cum. Maya either wanted the same thing or she could read my mind, because when I did start cumming, that's exactly what happened, as she clamped her mouth hard around my cock and swallowed each jet of white, sticky fluid as it erupted into her. After I was done, Maya still held my softening dick in her hand, pumping on the shaft to get more droplets of cum, which she enthusiastically licked away with her tongue. I just lay there, mesmerized watching this beautiful, sexy woman milk my cock. Even after everything, I was still in a little shock that all of this was actually happening. "So how does it feel, Daniel, now that you're a man?" Maya teased. She had made it clear before that taking my virginity was a huge turn on and probably a major reason why any of this had happened. For a second I got worried, wondering if now that I wasn't a virgin that Maya wouldn't be interested in me anymore, but I pushed that thought away from me and tried to focus again on the present. "I don't know that I feel much different, but I can't imagine any better way to get there than with you," I replied, trying to sound cool but likely failing anyway. "Damn straight," Maya laughed. "Good luck finding some white bitch who can take care of you like me." I was feeling quite sleepy now, as was Maya, and she crawled up the bed and held me close to her. As exciting as it was it hold her naked body in my arms again, fatigue had taken over, and we both fell asleep soon afterwards. \*\* Despite my fears, there was a second time with Maya, and a third, and a forth and a fifth... Although, she always made it clear we weren't romantically involved, we did spend a lot of time together; I guess you could say it was a "friends with benefits" type relationship. Still, I felt closer to Maya than any girlfriend I'd had before, especially when we were alone together, when she seemed to be comfortable in reciprocating those types of feelings. And now that I'd built up more confidence and experience, sex with Maya was so fantastic. She was an amazing lover, and I felt both excited and challenged to be as good in bed for her as she was for me. Our lovemaking sessions were often intense, even explosive, and even in our softer, quieter, times were incredibly sweet and emotional. Our "friendship," however, continued to evolve in a way that was difficult to define. For example, when Maya did earn her high school diploma, it was with me that she chose to celebrate her achievement, and when I got my college entrance confirmation, it was Maya that I most wanted to share my accomplishment with (although I did go out to dinner with my parents as well). And the fact that both of those celebrations ended with Maya and I having a torrid sexual encounter added to the complexity of our relationship. But despite of all of that, she insisted that whatever we had remain a secret, and so I never even broached the idea of asking Maya to be my girlfriend, which seemed to be entirely off the table. "You'll find somebody when you go to college and that will be the end of it," Maya would routinely tell me. And while she would always say this with a measure of calm resignation in her voice, I could sense a pain and distress behind it too. That fall semester, I went away for my first year college, enrolled in a two year program in website development. It was a hectic year, and I didn't really keep touch with Maya, or my even my parents. I did find time, however, to date a petite blonde girl named Daniele for about a month. There's not much to say about that, although looking back I realize how much Daniele was the complete opposite of Maya, not only in terms of looks but personality as well. I think I was trying my best to use Daniele in order to forget Maya, whom I still thought about constantly even during my relationship with Daniele. Maya had purposely kept her distance from me while I was away, saying I needed to focus on my studies, but I knew there was more to her silence than that. She wanted to give me the opportunity to find someone else, even though I'm sure the idea pained her inside. When I came back home for the summer, I was stunned when Maya told me she had sold her house and had moved into a condo she'd bought downtown. "Too many pervs trying to peek at me when I'm getting some sun," she said with a sly wink, making us both laugh. It was nice to see her make some reference to our past together, especially since I didn't know what, if any, kind of relationship we still had. The place was brand new, and much closer to her work, and Maya was quite excited to show me around the complex that first day. There was even an impressive gym in the building, free for residents to use, and to my surprise Maya told me she'd started working out there regularly. As I said before, I've never seen a woman with a figure like Maya's, and although she ate healthy she hadn't done any exercise at all to get or maintain it. "Metabolism catches up with everybody eventually," she explained. "At least you're doing something about it," I said. "Well I have a private balcony now to go lay outside, and I still like to wear those string bikinis you love so much," Maya joked. "Might as well make sure they can still fit. Besides, there could always be peeping tom in one of the other buildings with a telescope or binoculars, and I wouldn't want to look anything less than my best." We went back to Maya's condo and caught up with each other some more, sitting on her couch talking away. I didn't really know what to tell her about Daniele, but I felt like it would be dishonest if I didn't mention her at all. "Oh I see," Maya said. "Well, it's good that you're trying to meet new people." I knew Maya well enough by now to sense the sadness in her voice. I definitely wasn't "over" her; it was nice to finally know she was having similar feelings about me. It probably wasn't the ideal time to make a move, but there was a vulnerability in Maya's demeanor that made me feel like she still wanted me, and I certainly still wanted her. I started kissing her, and it didn't take long for the old passion in Maya to resurface, as her tongue eagerly sought mine. I had other ideas, however; it felt like ages since I'd gone down on Maya and ever since I'd seen her in the tight jeans she been strutting around in all I'd been thinking about was how much I missed that sweet pussy of hers. Adding in Maya's reluctance to continue from where we'd left off in our relationship and I felt a pressing need to wash away those thoughts from her mind, and getting her off with my tongue seemed as good a place to start as any. Maya made no attempt to stop me when I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans with my hand, or when I gently fingered her as we continued making out on her couch. If anything, she seemed more like putty in my hands. It was rare to see this softer side of Maya, who had typically been the more aggressive one during our sexual encounters in the past, but I liked it. When I moved down to grasp the cuffs of her jeans and pull them off, she lifted herself off the couch enough to let me do so. "I haven't done anything like this since you left," she quietly confessed. I'm not completely sure why Maya wanted to tell me that, but once again the vulnerability in her tone made me feel a connection to her that I hadn't felt before. "All the more reason to do it now," I smiled back. Although I'd grown more confident with Maya over time, I'd never been really the assertive type. I was more like a puppy dog who'd been happy to go along with whatever affection or attention she'd been willing to give me. It was nice to turn the tables on her, at least for this one time. I tossed Maya's jeans to the side and took a moment to appreciate that body of hers that I missed so much when I'd been away. Maya hadn't been kidding before about her workout routine; although her legs had looked great before there were noticeably sleeker and well-toned now. I briefly took a foot in one hand and kissed my way from her calf to her knee, making Maya laugh and squirm in delight, then did so with the other leg, once again admiring how tighter her dark chocolate skin looked against her now chiseled muscles, but by now the scent flooding my senses from between Maya's thighs was beginning to take me over. Maya was wearing bright yellow panties, covered with stains from her excitement. I hurriedly pulled them off, so much so that they actually remained around Maya's ankle. I was too overtaken by my own arousal to care about things like that now, and dove right in. Maya's engorged clit was already poking past her dark hood, just begging to be attended to. Her clit was extraordinarily large, probably twice the size of most women's. I don't know if all men would find that attractive, but I loved it. Not only did it make oral sex that much easier for me, but it just seemed to suit Maya perfectly as far as I was concerned. Everything about her body made me feel like it had been specifically designed to give and receive sexual pleasure. Having a supersized clit just fit into that narrative perfectly. "Oh shit, fuck Daniel," Maya groaned, her chest heaving as I excitedly lapped away at her juices. I hadn't even gone after her clit yet other than a couple of teases from the tip of my tongue, and Maya was already well into it. I'd long ago grown to love the way Maya cursed during sex, to the point where I even challenged myself to try and get more of it from her. It was the clearest sign from her that she was enjoying herself. The other was when she'd suck on one of her own nipples, and I was very pleased, not to mention turned on, when I looked up and saw Maya hungrily nursing on one of her huge tits. Her aroused clit was really poking out far now, and I went after it aggressively, alternating with my tongue, and sucking on it between my lips. Maya's body was jerking below me, almost like she was trying to get away, but I knew enough from past experience that I needed to hold her legs even tighter in my grip and continue my assault on her pussy until she came. And when Maya did orgasm, it was even harder than I'd expected, her body shaking furiously in my grasp and her mouth spouting all kinds of nonsensical swear words. Maybe it was because she hadn't had sex in such a long time, but it was thrilling to see her react so strongly, even more so knowing I could still make her cum like that. "Damn it Daniel... that was nice sweetie, real nice," Maya sighed afterwards. "But what about you, honey? You must be about ready to bust out of them jeans," she laughed. Maya had reached out and was slowly rubbing my groin as she spoke, and yeah, I did feel a little uncomfortable still being fully clothed, but I had other ideas. I stood up, and before Maya knew what was going on, swooped her up into my arms. Not that I was the strongest guy, especially since Maya was so voluptuous, but I did manage. And with Maya barely being over 5' tall, she wasn't particularly heavy either. "Damn, what's gotten into you, Daniel?" Maya joked. "Now that you're a college man you're all assertive now, huh?" "What's gotten into me is that I haven't fucked you for over half a year and I can't wait any longer," I laughed back. "And besides, it sounds like your bedroom hasn't been properly christened yet. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, so to speak." "Not just the bedroom, I bought a new bed too," Maya chuckled. "Then I definitely want to be the one to fuck you in it first," I smiled. "Me too," Maya smiled back. I already sensed by now that Maya missed me as much as I did her, but that really became apparent when we got to the bedroom. She practically attacked me, tearing my clothes off and going immediately for my cock, wantonly forcing it all the way down as she deep throated me. That wasn't even something Maya especially enjoyed, but she knew I liked it, and it turned me on knowing that she was going out of her way to please me. Feeling, and even watching, those thick sexy lips of her sucking at the base of my shaft was usually enough to get me off, but I did my best to keep myself from cumming. I was just about to tell Maya I wanted to fuck her, but she wouldn't have any of it. "Come on you motherfucker, give me what I want," she demanded before clamping her lips around my dick again. She was now furiously massaging and squeezing my balls too. Again, maybe her rough style wouldn't be for everybody, but I relished it. I loved how unapologetic Maya was in bed, how completely uninhibited she could be. I'd been pretty shy when we first started having sex, but had come a long way since then, and I know that wouldn't have happened so quickly or easily without Maya. Her words and gestures of encouragement were too much for me to resist, and I gave in to both our baser needs, pumping jet after jet of my cum down Maya's throat. As always, she swallowed it all, barely missing a drop, a sight that was amazing to behold, but that was Maya. Even though I didn't have the proper experience with other women to say it, I already knew that there were only a few who could match both her skills and sexual appetite. "Hmm nice, real nice," Maya said contentedly. She was still casually stroking my shaft and balls with one hand, and I could already feel my excitement for her returning. After several minutes of this, my cock was already stiffening again. "You did say you wanted to fuck me, right?" Maya said with a wink. "Well Daniel, what are you waiting for?" I deftly moved Maya onto her back and immediately rammed my cock into her all the way. Not that I didn't appreciate the many sweet moments Maya and I often had during sex, but her no nonsense attitude at times like this was hard not to love. I just threw all caution to the wind, fucking Maya as hard as I could. Maya was going crazy beneath me, clawing at my back with her decorative manicured nails, screaming at me at the top of her lungs about how good my cock felt, and urging me to give it her even harder. I don't think I'd ever felt as alive or manly as I did in those types of moments with Maya. And I also knew just how difficult, or even impossible, it would be for me to find anyone else who could make me feel the way she did. An idea popped into my head and I stopped and got off of Maya, breathlessly saying, "Come over this way, I wanna tap that hard ass of yours." My dirty talking still left a lot to be desired, especially next to Maya's, and she chuckled at my awkwardness, but she got onto all fours anyway. "You missed that this thickness, didn't you baby?" Maya teased. "You have no idea," I replied. "Then show me," she smiled, turning her head around and giving me the horniest of smiles. I went right back it, slamming balls roughly over and over again against Maya's shaved entrance. As much as I would have liked getting Maya off first, that tight pussy of hers was too much for me to hold back much longer. I let loose another torrent of cum inside her, but continued fucking her the best I could, knowing that she was close to cumming too. "Come on, you nasty bitch, cum with me," I growled, slapping her ass hard for good measure. Maya had always been the more aggressive type in our dirty talk, whereas I tended to be closer to that puppy dog trying to garner her affection. I'd hoped the surprise of me reversing roles on her like this might arouse her, and to my delight it did. Mya responded by pushing back at my thrusts with her ass, until we were both crudely banging into each other over and over. Her grunts and groans sounded practically delirious as she rode the wave towards orgasm, but I didn't know how much more I could keep up with this, so I tried to turn the excitement level even higher. "Come on Maya, I need to feel that black pussy of yours cumming with my white dick inside you." Although Maya sometimes included race in her sex talk, like teasing me about having a "sweet tooth for her chocolate," it was something I never cared for especially. And although she always said it in a joking tone, I often wondered if maybe there was something taboo about us being an interracial couple that secretly turned her on, enough to want to try and use it on her now. "Oh, shit yeah... fuck!" Maya let out with a furious scream. Her body was convulsing so much I almost expected her to pass out as she came. Maya collapsed on the bed, and I went next to her and held her in my arms while we both recuperated. "What am I going to do with you Daniel?" Maya asked, lightly brushing her hand through my hair. "What do you mean, Maya?" "This... this... it's good and all, but it can't continue," she said with resignation. "You're right, it can't continue, not like this," I said. Maya looked at me in surprise until I added: "I don't want us to be hiding anymore, I want to be able to date you like anyone else... for us to be together, for you to be my girlfriend." "Daniel please," Maya said. "I'm thirty-four years old, almost double your age. I can't even imagine what people would say about that." "And I'd say, you're thirty-four years old, old enough to date anybody you want and not give a fuck about what anybody else thinks." "What about you? You should be out exploring the world, not getting hooked up with an old lady like me. Weren't you seeing some girl for a while... Daniele?" "Yeah, and all she did was remind me of how much I'd rather be with you." "Besides, I got tired of having to introduce ourselves as Daniel and Daniele," I added, making Maya laugh. "I can't guarantee that things will work out between us, but all I'm asking for is you to give it a shot," I said. "What about your parents?" Mya asked. "We'll figure something out," I replied. "What about your family?" "They all live on the other side of the country. If it's alright with you, I don't want to tell them anything for now." "So does that mean you're willing to give it a try?" "Just don't blame me afterwards for ruining your life," Maya said only half-jokingly. I pulled Maya into the most intimate of embraces and kissed her deeply, and she responded in kind. I could tell she was nervous about what she'd just agreed to, but excited and happy too, and that's all the encouragement I needed from her for now. \*\* A lot happened over the next few weeks. I was living back at home for the summer, and although my parents had scheduled some family activities for us, a good portion of my time was spent resuming my job at Maya's flower shop. My parents were a little disappointed that I hadn't looked for a job that was closer to my field of education, but I helped dispel those concerns by telling them that Maya wanted to launch a new website for her business and had hired me to create it for her. This was something Maya and I had already discussed, and she was excited to get the website going, but she also understood my ulterior motives. It meant we would be spending a lot more time together over the next few weeks, and I needed my parents to see that before taking the next step with them in our "story." I waited until we had finished working on the website before telling my parents the news, that I had asked Maya out on a date and that she had agreed. It was tough to be lying to them like this, but in end it seemed better to lie rather than come out and admit that Maya and I had started our relationship more than a year ago. I was still very young at time, barely twenty, and it was difficult enough for my parents to accept me dating a much older woman. If I had told them it had really started back when I was eighteen, things would have been that much worse for them. Luckily, Maya wasn't our next door neighbor anymore either, as I think that would have made things even more awkward for them if she were. It was tough on my parents, but I think in the end they assumed this was just a phase I was going through and the relationship would be over quickly. Of course, my parents had no idea just how close Maya and I already were by this time. I had managed to buy an old beater of a car, and spent a lot of time working on it when I wasn't at my job at the flower shop or out on a date with Maya. She would come over occasionally to pick me up in her car, and usually spend a few minutes talking with my parents, but it was mostly small talk. Again, I don't think my parents really believed my relationship with Maya wasn't going to last and so they spent little time concerning themselves with it. Things did get a little touchy, however, the first time I was leaving for a date and told my parents that I was staying over at her condo for the night. They could be a little on the conservative side, and that plus their belief that this was all just a phase I was going through might have allowed them to convince themselves that Maya and I weren't having sex, but of course there was no denying that now. "Just be careful about all of this Daniel," my mother said. The look of concern in her eyes was really sweet, and once again I felt guilty about not being honest about Maya from the start. As for my actual sex life, things couldn't have been better. Maya and I would do everything we could to remain professional at her shop, but being around each other all day did nothing but make us that much hornier for each other after work. One of the reasons Maya had moved was to be closer to her business, which was only a couple of blocks away from the building she lived in, and it became a common practice for me to stop by her place for a "nightcap," after she closed the shop for the day. Still, I never forgot those times we had fooled around at the shop in the old days. They were so exciting, enough that I often tried to recreate those moments by seducing Maya while we worked. She usually managed to rebuff my advances, telling me to wait until later, but a couple of times I succeeded in getting to her, and with an naughty smile I'd see her pick up the "closed" sign and saunter over to the front door before taking my hand and leading me to the back room. I still remember one time in particular, hearing the front door bell buzzing over and over, for well over five minutes, likely from a customer trying to find Maya, obviously not aware that she was too busy balling with me in her storage room to notice or care. I had Maya bent over a workbench, with both of us naked from the waist down, ramming her as hard as I could from behind while that damn buzzer kept ringing again and again. It whole thing was hilarious and surreal, but oddly erotic too. I couldn't get enough of Maya and her seemingly insatiable sex drive, but over that summer we found to strengthen other bonds with each other too. Once Maya opened up to the idea of having a real relationship with me she became much more open about other things, including some very painful moments from her past which I won't mention here other than to say it brought Maya and I that much closer together. I also finally got the courage to tell Maya I loved her, and when she responded in kind I felt like I was on Cloud 9 for weeks. I went back to college in the fall, but obviously things were a lot different this time, with Maya and I keeping in regular contact. Occasionally, Maya would send me a NSFW photo, kidding me that she knew how horny college men were and that she knew I needed something to keep my hand busy other than my schoolwork. In reality, I knew Maya was as horny as any college boy and that she loved posing for those pictures she'd send me, so I played along. Most were pretty standard stuff, although seeing Maya in the nude is something I never get tired of, but a few were really pushed the boundaries of kinkiness. If anything, I loved the latter photos even more, as it would give me another peek into the workings of Maya's dirty mind, not to mention giving me a few ideas of things I wanted to try with her when I got back home. And as "worried" as Maya was about me, I certainly wasn't worried about her while I was away. I knew her commitment to this relationship was real, and that included her being faithful. I graduated that year, getting my two year diploma, and while I had dropped a few hints to them during my final semester my parents were still a little shocked when I told them that I was going to be moving in with Maya. Overall, they took it well, telling me how they trusted me, and making feel that much more awful for having lied about Maya to them before. As for Maya's family, she finally told them about me. I'm not sure they liked the idea of her seeing me that much, but she doesn't have much contact with them so I'm not going to let that bother me. \*\* A few months passed after I moved back home, and not long afterwards I found a job. It was only a starting position that didn't pay very much, but at least it was in my field. As for Maya, business was booming, enough so that she even hired a couple of employees to help her at the shop while I had been away at school. "Don't worry, I made sure the back room was scrubbed top to bottom before I hired anybody," Maya told me with a raucous laugh. One Saturday morning I found myself lazily strolling around Maya's condo. She wasn't working that day, one of the benefits of now having a proper staff, and had gone to get an early morning workout at the gym located in our building. When Maya came home, she was still wearing her exercise attire and was heading towards the shower. Not that they didn't have a changing room and shower at the gym, both of which were quite nice, but Maya didn't care for them and our condo was only a couple of floors away. She looked a bit tired, and very sweaty, but incredibly sexy too in the matching pink t-shirt and boy shorts that clung to her like a second skin. "Maya, I want to talk to you about something," I said. "Shower first, talk second," she replied in a drained voice. "Well, I could always come with you," I said mischievously. "Need somebody to wash your back?" "Nah, I can tell this is serious, and I already know that once you get those misbehaving hands of yours on this ass and these titties that you won't be able to stop," Maya chuckled back. She was probably right about that; I'd had a few showers with Maya before and they always ended up with us having sex, although I'd like to add that she'd get as horny from the experience as I would. "I suppose you're right. Okay Maya, I'll wait for you here." Maya took her shower and then came back wearing one of her fluffy terry-cloth robes. I was on our bed and she came over to lie next to me. I could smell the sweet scent of the shower oil she had used, and I admit my thoughts drifted for a moment as I remembered she was still naked underneath the robe. "Come on lover-boy, we got all day for that," Maya quipped, reading my mind. "What is it you wanted to talk about?" "Well, it's actually about your birth control pills," I began cautiously, "I was wondering if you'd consider not taking them anymore." "You serious?" Maya laughed. "You better not even go there unless you got a ring in your pocket." "That can be arranged," I replied, chastising myself inwardly for not being better prepared for this conversation. "Daniel, sweetie, you're too young for all this. I should know; when I was your age, I was making the same mistakes. Getting married early, thinking I knew everything about love, and then going through that nightmare of a marriage before finally getting the nerve to get out. I don't want to see the same thing happen to you." "It won't. I'm not you, and you're nothing like your ex-husband." Maya looked down at the bed wordlessly for a while before I spoke again. "So what's your answer?" "Daniel, you know I love you, but this all too much, too fast for me. Give it some more time, okay?" "So you want me to ask you again sometime?" "I'm counting on it," Maya replied with a faint smile. Five months have passed since then, and things couldn't be any better between us. Maybe she was right and I was pushing things too quickly before, but I think the timing is about right to ask Maya again. And this time, I'll make sure to have that ring in my pocket.

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Title: Tanning of a Black Moon by Sparkle Tags: Age Play, Dragon, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Kangaroo, M/F, Public, Spanking Tanning of a black moon. Jodi sighed quietly, strolling along the mall's heavenly interior. Her sanctuary, as it was, surrounded by designer clothing and fattening foods, the delicious sights of over priced goods and pointless cell phone kiosks that dominated every empty nook and every empty cranny. For any and all gods that were listening, this was her heaven. Her final destination, her end of the line- but for now, it was her weekend. At nearly 6' Jodi was a chocolate furred, kangaroo, and the tallest in her freshman high class. She had a lovely black crop of hair spurting from between her softly furred, leaf shaped ears, and a pointed, angler muzzle with a shiny black nose at the end. She had soft hazel colored eyes, deep and expressive, they screamed intelligence and maturity, and she held her head high, striving to set an example of whom she was, and how she exposed to be treated. She liked respected, and she offered respect to those whom offered it to her. She didn't consider herself crabby, or bitchy, or snotty or stuck up. Just...high of standards. For being a junior in high school, the girl's body was filling out nicely, with a plump, pawful of a chest hidden currently, under a yellow, blue, and white striped turtleneck sweater. It was tight on her body, and rather pleasingly form fitting, and it did manage to get the boy's attention at school- making it her all time favorite top wear that she had. Today, she was strutting along, wearing that same sweater, along with a pair of ragged blue jeans. They weren't nearly as flattering as the top was, but they matched well, the jeans loosely hanging around her hips and big broad tail offered a level of comfort the turtleneck could never give her. There was no reason to wear all skin tight clothing, all the time. Still, She needed new jeans if she wanted to fit into the popular clique of girls in the high school, and in order to do that, she had to find a source of income. As a high school freshman, job opportunities were extremely limited although most girls whom wanted money did the only thing they could: babysit. And after almost six weeks, Jodi had enough to go to the mall, visit each and every shopped she wanted, and now was the proud owner of six new outfits. All of it packed tightly in the white shopping back in her right paw, she was heading towards the large, double doors of the mall and back to her dismal, boring life outside of the hollowed halls of the mall when she say him- Daxter Jones. Daxter was nine years old, dressed in an orange shirt and blue jeans, and quite possibly, the most horrific little boy she'd ever had the misfortune of looking after. He was a rather pudgy little thing, an obsidian colored dragon, whom only came up to 3 '10 and managed to bully nearly everyone in his own class. He was loud, rude, and disrespectful, and from what Jodi was witnessing, not much had changed. At the moment, Daxter was hopping up and down, screaming as loud as he could in front of a Cold Stone vendor, complaining that he deserved free ice cream. What reasoning, exactly, Daxter figured he deserved anything other then a sound beating for his behavior was beyond Jodi, but she found herself growing more and more irritated as she observed the spectacle taking place. Things of course, changed drastically when an exasperated clerk finally handed the screaming boy a small cup of ice cream. Daxter took a bite of the frozen delight, gave a nasty snarl, and tossed the cup over his head. He began to scream that he wanted chocolate instead of vanilla. Jodi's body was moving on it's own, the white vanilla cream dribbling free of her shirt as she walked, her eyes narrowed to angry slits, her vision obscured by a thick, boiling rage. In mere seconds, her paws were wrapped firmly around the child's left arm, holding the fat dragon boy so tightly, he stopped screaming and looked up at her with puzzled, unfamiliar eyes. He didn't remember her at all- but she knew him quite well. Not only had this little demon spawn child, nearly killed her- Twice- while she babysat him, he had managed to cause 400 dollars in property damage, shave off one of her eyebrows, and destroyed her favorite purse. And now she had him by the arm, and was marching him, firmly, towards the center of the mall. The boy of course, protested, not quite sure what was going on, but quite positive he didn't want to be a part of it- but he really had no choice. Jodi's grip was just as strong as her resolve, and as she marched, an idea formed in her mind. Once she had reached the middle of the mall, like she planned, she sat down on a near bybench, yanked the boy across her lap, and grabbed his tail firmly in one paw, and yanked it up, exposing the round, blue seat of the boy's jeans. "HEY!! Leggo me lady!! Whaddaya doin!" The chubby boy squealed, but Jodi held tightly, and delivered a firm smack across the plump seat of the boy's pants. "QUIET! "She hissed venomously, something that grabbed the attention of several shopping furs near by. "YOU, have been an absolute terror to the fine people in this mall from what I've seen, and you, deserve a lesson. " The roo growled quietly, much to the boy's protest. He wriggled as best he could, squirming wildly, but the roo was stronger. Holding him down at the small of his back, and pinning his tail with her fingers, Jodi managed to deliver five sharp slaps across his bottom before, he was crying out in pain instead of anger. "YOU, are a BAD, LITTLE, BOY!" The kanga shouted, delivering a firm slap across the boy's bottom with every word, and quite soon, Daxter Jones, terror to his fourth grade class, had been reduced to tears and sobs. All over my sweater... Jodi growled quietly, holding him by his hips, while he struggled and kicked, and gave a firm blow over his buttocks again. "HOLD STILL!" She snapped, and the boy immediately ceased his thrashing, whimpering quietly, as Jodi nearly threw him off of her, and stood him up in front of her, looking him over closely. He hadn't grown much in height since she saw him last, but there was no doubt about it, he was a chubby kid. He had two little ebon ears on either side of his head, but unlike most dragons, his ears don't resemble flaps, or sails but instead were more leaf like. Following the ears were a set emerald eyes and a very plump muzzle. His body was covered in smooth, midnight colored scales and despite what a pain he was, the boy was pleasingly soft and cuddly- like a plush. Although his demeanor wasn't anything similar. No longer content with the simple slaps across the denim clad behind wriggling in her lap, Jodi gripped the seat of Daxter's pants firmly and yanked them down, exposing the boy's wide, plump underroo clad fanny. She almost giggled, when she saw that soft, twin bottom cheeks covered in the thin "Lion King" underwear he was wearing. Little pictures of Simba and Nala running along the boy's bottom, she almost grinned. Almost. "Perhaps, this will teach you a lesson, on how to behave in public! " The angry roo snarled, bringing her dainty paw down in a firm, swinging arc that caught the boy by surprise. She had slender arms, but the roo dominating the humiliated boy had a mean swing. She swung again, catching the boy's "Sit spot" with a firm POP which resulted in a squeal of pain. Again and again and again, the arm went though repeated motions, swinging firmly across the twin white wriggling globes, before Daxter was sniffling and crying helplessly in her arms. "Have you learned your lesson little boy!?" Jodi snarled, much to her own surprise. She usually wasn't...angry. But something about the lad in her lap just set her off, and when he nodded his head meekly instead of responding with his voice, she gave another firm swat across his underwear clad, chubby bottom. The boy squealed, and Jodi shook her head. "Respect! Where is your respect?!" She barked, and gripped the waistband of the boy's underwear. He stopped crying... "H, hey, don't! Please don't! I'll be good! Honest! I swear! I will, really I will, please don't in front of them!! " Daxter begged. In front of them? She didn't quite know how she didn't expect this to happen. A crowd had formed, lots of furs had circled around her, watching her- watching them. Slowly, slowly, she drew the underwear down, much to the protest of the boy, squirming and squealing, and slowly, inch by inch, the plump, round cheeks of the boy's bare bottom were pulled into view. The boy's tushie was very soft, plump, and quite round. A perfect little bubble butt if Jodi ever saw one. Rather big on the boy, which was normal for a dragon, but and extra few sizes due to all the in between meal, meals the boy had consumed. As a result, the bottom jutted out from his hips, large, plump, and very, very soft, and quite- to Jodi's surprise- spankable. She lifted her paw again, and brought it down firmly on the boy's bare left cheek. It bounced and jiggled, wobbling sweetly like a ripple in a lake, before she smacked his left cheek. The boy was howling with pain and embarrassment, wriggling wildly in her lap. Another slap, another shriek. Her paw struck firmly across his bare bottom, hitting both cheeks at once, sending a ripple of pain right across the boy's deep crack, leaving a bright red paw print glowing on the obsidian cheeks. More then once she caught herself staring at the way the boy's bottom gave such a delightful jiggle, bouncing about, jostling at the slightest touch. She lifted her paw again, bringing it down firmly across his left buttcheek with a satisfying CLAP before repeating the action, bringing her paw down squarely on his right cheek with a firm WHAP! She paused a moment, gripping the twin jutting cheeks with both her soft paws and pried them apart, exposing the little, tender hole nestled between them to her view. The boy gave a sharp squeal when she did this, which was one purely of embarassment by the tone of his voice. Here he was, bare bottomed in a public, crowded mall, with a female holding his southern cheeks apart, exposing his most private, more tender spot for anyone to see!! She gave him a few more firm slaps, before she finished by beating his twin bottom cheeks like a pair of bongo drums (She managed to get a rather stedy rythmic beat) When she finally let him up, he blinked, taking a few steps back and turned a brilliant display of crimson, covering both his paws over his strangely firm little boy bits. Cheering? The crowd that had gathered around her was cheering, clapping, laughing as the poor embarrassed dragon rubbed his bare bottom shyly, looking around helplessly at all the people whom were staring. He apprently, had made quite a stir in the mall before she had arrived. Jodi felt a gentle smile tugging at her cheeks as she leaned down and pat Daxter on his little scaled head. "Go home." She whispered. Daxter shook his head meekly, and covered his boyhood with both paws, and his bottom with his tail to the best of his abilities. "I, I can't, Y, your s, standing on my, my..." He whispered sheepishly, and Jodi glanced down, and chuckled. She had accidentally, stepped on his clothing when she pulled them off, the boy's pants and underoos were trapped under her big feet. She gave a vicious grin and shook her head. "I don't think I told you to pull up your pants, I told you to go home. "The bitchy kanga hissed, much to the boy's ultimate horror. She proceeded to give him another firm smack on his rear end, which sent him racing though the mall, crying loudly. Jodi smiled softly, stood up, grabbed her bags, and turned towards the exit herself, striding though as joy and praise raining down around her from the other shoppers around her- everything was going wonderfully, until of course, she walked right into a very large looking dragon, and a slightly smaller female. Daxter's parents, whom were glaring at her. No question- they saw what she did to their son. "Jodi..." The larger drake hissed. Before she could think of all the horrible things this huge dragon could do our of vengeance for their son's humiliation, Miss Jones thrust a wad of bills into Jodi's paw. "This is for the expense of your shirt dear. I'm terribly sorry for Daxter's behavior...thank you for handling him. "She explained, while Mr. Jones just gave her a mischievous smile. "You're the first fur for a long time to show Daxter he can't quite act the way he wants whenever he wants...Are you free to babysit this evening? I'm sure he won't act up if you give him a reminder of what you did this afternoon...there's even a bonus in it for you. " He explained, while Jodi stood there, absolutely stunned... Three hours later, Daxter answered the door when it rang, and screamed. Jodi, whom had swore never to visit the house again- simply grinned. The end.

FSE

Title: RedTails : Blue Rosette by Scarletdown Tags: Anal, Bisexual, Bondage, Enema, Fantasy, Food, Never Seen Sex Act, Ocelot, Spanking, Various Species RedTails: Sidebars Blue Rosette By Scarletdown "Hester," Olivia purred, "I want to order what those people are drinking." The Furling Ocelot cuddled the Furling Chinchilla who was sitting on her lap, and gestured in the direction of the party a couple tables over. Everyone present at Hot Summer Nights had paused in their dancing, dining, and drinking to watch the impromptu demonstration the inn keepers were conducting. Hester was shocked and stunned by what he was witnessing. The inn keeper's mate, a most stunning Furling Raccoon was placed on a small wheeled table, clad in nothing but her fur, and her ass thrust up in the air. The inn keeper then handed a thick bamboo straw to a green robed Human fellow, most likely a wizard. The wizard inserted the straw up the Raccoon's ass, and the inn keeper smacked his mate's bottom with his paddle, which caused a flow of delicious-looking ale to pour from her depths into the mug the wizard was holding. Even more disturbing to the Chinchilla was what happened after the rest of the party filled their mugs from the Raccoon's ass. One of the girls, a copper-haired Human lass, put her lips to the end of the straw and drank directly from the Furling. When she finished, she looked like she was going to have an orgasm right where she was standing. Hester smiled up at his feline lover and patted her wide, muscular bottom, "I don't know, Olivia. That just seems so," he paused to think of the right description, but could only come up with, "not right." "Aw, loosen up a bit, Fuzzball," Lewellyn, one of their Furling Raccoon companions admonished him, "It ain't as if you've never tasted a pretty bottom or two in your day yerself." He gave the Chinchilla a knowing smirk as he staggered over to his chair and sat his furry butt down, pulling his mate clumsily onto his lap. "Yeah," Teski, the other Furling Raccoon agreed. She draped an arm around Lew's shoulders and matched his smirk, "We've seen you with your tongue up Olivia's butt on many more than one occasion." The pair of Ringtails shared a laugh together and nuzzled each other's cheeks. Hester felt the insides of his ears heat up as the Raccoons openly discussed his intimate probings of the Ocelot's assets. Additionally, the memories of those moments caused a not so discreet hardening between his thighs, which made him blush even more. Olivia looked down at the aroused Furling on her lap and idly ran her fingers over the stiff shaft he was showing, "The Rattycoons do have a point, love," she said, "You have tasted me before, and I have likewise tasted you. So why would tasting that lovely lady over there be any different." Hester looked up at his lovely feline sweetheart and gave her a sheepish grin, "Er...Well...Taildiving each other is one thing," he stammered, "Drinking ale from someone's butt, especially someone whom we do not know, well, that's..." "That's no different," Lewellyn finished the thought for him, "I'm sure the lady had a thorough deep scrub first. That's a no brainer." "Come on, love," Olivia whined, "Look how much they are enjoying it. I want this really bad." "Me too," Teski said, "Although even more, I wouldn't mind trying it from Lew's ass." Her paw slid down his back and came to rest on his soft, buckskin-clad rump" Lewellyn chuckled and slipped a paw under Teski's skirt to fondle her plush assets. A naughty gleam in his eyes caused the girl to momentarily avert her gaze, "Likewise, love, I would very much enjoy sipping ale from your sweet bottom as well." She answered by pressing her mouth hard against his, which silenced both of them for half a minute. The Chinchilla sighed, both out of frustration with his incorrigible companions, as well as with contentment at the Ocelot's expert massaging of his fully erect shaft, "Personally, I think that all of you have had way too much to drink already," he declared, "And we haven't even eaten anything yet." "Yeah, right," Olivia giggled. She gave him a playful swat on his bottom then took a long sip from her chalice of Azure Depths, finishing off the round, "You know all too well that I have only begun. I'm nowhere near too much, love." She was interrupted abruptly by the inn keeper, a most delightful looking Furling Deer, clad in a collar and the cutest little black and white lacy apron. "Pardon me, good Furlings," he began. "Well, good is a relative term," Hester interjected, "especially where these three are concerned." He was silenced by a much harder smack on his rump from Olivia. "Yes yes," the Deer chuckled, "I know all too well what you mean. Anyway, I must first introduce myself. I am Brannel, one of the proprietors of Hot Summer Nights, and we are currently in a minor crisis situation." Teski immediately came to their defense, "Whatever we did, we didn't do it." Brannel laughed again and shook his head, "Please hear me out. I am certain you witnessed the little demonstration my mate and I conducted with the help of that party over there." Hester nodded, "Yes, we saw it all. That was a most, er...interesting display of naughtiness, drinking from your mate's ass, and in front of this rowdy lot no less." "Indeed it was," Brannel replied, "And I fear that we have made a critical error. We are now inundated with orders for Ringtail Ale, which is what Mistress Ravenna was serving from her aft end. But with only Ravenna serving, there is no way we can keep up with the demand. Therefore, I have a proposal for you and your friends." "Say no more!" Lewellyn interrupted, "You need more Ringtails to serve as kegs, correct?" "Most perceptive of you, sir," Brannel said, "We are indeed attempting to get volunteers to serve as kegs just as my mate did. And in return, those who volunteer may dine and drink for free here tonight, and can keep all gratuities they earn." Teski's eyes went wide at the mention of free drinks and food, "Count me in," she declared, "And Lewellyn here too. We'll try anything once. Oh, ouch!" Lewellyn silenced his girlfriend with a firm digging of his claws into her rump, "Honey, you know I don't like to be volunteered for anything. I would rather speak for myself." Teski giggled and nuzzled Lew, "Sorry, love. I was just so excited, and figured you wouldn't mind." "That's okay," he reassured her, "And I will offer my tail for service tonight. I could use a few extra silvers." He and Teski rose unsteadily to their feet. "Oh, wonderful," Brannel cheered, "This will be a night to remember indeed." He then turned to Hester and Olivia, "And what about you two lovebirds? We can take more than just Furling Raccoons for this assignment." The Chinchilla waved him off and gave the Deer a knowing look, "I'll decline. But thank-you for the offer." "I'm in," Olivia said, "No way am I going to let these two Rattycoons outdo me." She gently set Hester on the table and stood up to join Lew and Teski. Brannel looked over his trio of giggling living vessels then leaned over to mutter to the Chinchilla, "You know, don't you, and they do not?" Hester smiled and nodded, "I have better hearing than those three realize, so I overheard everything about how Ringtail Ale is made." "And you don't mind them being put through this ordeal?" "Not at all. This might help sober them up somewhat." "It will," Brannel assured him, "It definitely will." Olivia and the two Raccoons fell into step behind Brannel as he led them towards the kitchen. They paused briefly at a table occupied by a Furling Bat and a Furling Tigress. Kneeling beside the Bat was another Furling, a very sexy brown-furred Pony girl with a blonde mane and tail. She was clad in nothing but a leather collar, and her short fur did nothing to provide any modesty for either her ample breasts, tight mound, and even more ample and muscular rump. She was obviously a pleasure slave or pet to the other two. Brannel exchanged a few pleasantries with the two seated at the table. Less than a minute later, the Pony joined the group of volunteers and stood humbly to Olivia's right. She was followed immediately by the Tigress, who arose, shed her sandals and silk minidress, and stood on the other side of the Ocelot. As Brannel led them away, Lewellyn and Teski were quietly giggling and chattering back and forth to each other, speculating about what it was going to feel like having their bottoms filled with ale and other people drinking from them. Olivia smiled at the Tigress. She was a most striking and lovely creature, svelte and and graceful, with feminine curves and softness that belied the powerful strength embedded in her form. Even skyclad and being led to the kitchen so her ass could be filled with ale or some other drink, this creature carried herself with tremendous dignity and pride. She was the second finest example of animal beauty and sensual felinity Olivia had ever seen. Olivia herself was the number one example of course. "Like, hi," she said, "I'm Olivia." "I know," the Tigress replied. "Do you have a name?" "Of course I do." "Well, can I have it?" "Why? You already have a name, Olivia." The Ocelot sighed and shook her head in frustration at this lady's terseness, which to her, bordered on arrogance. "Aw come on. I just want to know who is joining us to get our asses filled tonight." The Tigress looked Olivia over as if sizing her up, and gave her a polite, toothy grin, "You can call me Sheena," she finally said, "and the lovely little Pony there is Merriweather, mine and my mate's beloved pleasure pet." Olivia giggled, "Well then, 'tis an honor to meet you, Sheena, and you too, Merriweather." Sheena quietly nodded acknowledgment and Merriweather gave Olivia a coy smile, "It is indeed an honor to meet Mistress Sheena, and an even greater honor to serve her and Master Syrinx." Sheena's demeanor softened a little. She laughed and reached around behind Olivia to give her pet a loving pat and squeeze on her rump, "Merriweather, dear girl, you have learned well since you first offered yourself to us. Flattery will get you everywhere, especially with me." The Pony bashfully averted her gaze. Her face warmed with the feel of her owner's paw on her bottom and kind words in her long, equine ears. "Have you ever done anything like this before, Olivia?" Merriweather asked. "No," came the reply, "I've never had anyone drink from my bottom. However, Hester has taildived me many times after giving me a deep scrubbing. What about you? Is this a first time for you as well?" "The drinking bit is," she admitted, "I have gone through the cleansing ritual many times though, for the pleasure of Master and Mistress. I get all tingly between my thighs just thinking about it." "Yes," Olivia agreed, "I get that way thinking about the scrubbing wand inside my ass too. It's so..." "Scrubbing wand?" Merriweather interrupted her, "Those are fun, but what we do for deep cleansing is much more intense. You see..." She was silenced by a firm smack on her ass. It seems that with great stealth, Sheena managed to lift Brannel's paddle from his belt while the Pony and Ocelot were babbling. "Ouch! Mistress, is there a problem?" "Yes there is," the Tigress confirmed. She slipped the paddle back onto the Deer's belt as easily as she had removed it, "You are once again speaking way too much." Merriweather looked quite chastened and embarrassed, "I am sorry, m'lady," she apologized, "I just wanted to tell Miss Olivia here how wonderful the cleansing process is." "She will find out soon enough," Sheena said, "Since this is a first for her, we really shouldn't spoil the surprise." The Pony nodded her head, "Okay, Mistress Sheena. I will say no more," she promised, then addressed the Ocelot once more, "other than this will be like nothing you have ever experienced in your south end before." Olivia smiled and purred, "Mmmmm... I'm getting all hot and tingly just thinking about it." They completed the remainder of the short little trip in silence, and soon vanished through the double doors in the far wall. The kitchen was a beehive of activity. A team of six cooks; one male Dwarf, an Ornith Hawk girl, a Furling Skunk lad, a Halfling boy, and two Furling Mice, who looked like they were most likely brother and sister, were busy manning the fire pits and grills. A mouth watering mix of aromas filled the air, as floor girls and boys padded in and out to deliver plates of succulent meats, fish, steaming vegetables, fresh baked breads, and a wide assortment of drinks to the hungry and thirsty guests out in the dining room. Bent over one low counter at the far end of the room, with their legs spread and tails raised high were two Furlings, the Raccoon Brannel called Ravenna, and Issibel the Otter. They were being attended to by a handsome young Furling. He was obviously a crossbreed. His face was that of a Deer; as were his legs, digitigrade and ending in hard, black cloven hooves. He had the typical black, furry Raccoon mask framing his eyes, and a thick, bushy tail, dark gray with black rings. His mane of dark red hair was tied in a ponytail, and a set of short, two-pronged antlers protruded from the top of his head, between a pair of short, perky ears. His hand was deep up Ravenna's butt, as if he was stuffing a game bird. But instead of putting bits of shredded bread inside her, he was extracting a large amount of copper and silver coins from her depths. He removed them two and three at a time, securing them in a leather pouch on his belt. When the last of the coin was removed from beneath Ravenna's tail, he repeated the same procedure with Issibel. Olivia could not help but notice the expression on the Furling lad's face as he worked. He looked as if he was experiencing considerable discomfort, moreso than what the telltale blush beneath the white fur of his rump would indicate. "Prolly just had an extra extra hard paddling is all," she thought to herself." "Okay, ladies," Brannel said, "Stand over there with the others by the cellar door. Anton will be with you shortly." Olivia and the others followed the Deer's instruction and waited patiently while Brannel checked on how the Raccoon-Deer was faring. She let her gaze wander, until it came to rest on the others whom they had joined. Standing and waiting with them were a pair of Ornith Ducks, whom she recognized as Selene and Marcko. They were with the little band performing here at Hot Summer Nights tonight. It was no surprise to her that these two would volunteer for this, as Orniths are generally notoriously obsessed with their ass ends. Also with them, and dressed in a short green apprentice's tunic was a handsome young Furling Fox. Olivia guessed that he was probably about to begin his sixteenth or seventeenth summer. She could smell a faint scent of arousal as he watched with amusement, the spectacle of the Raccoon-Deer pulling coin after coin from Issibel's bottom. But also mingled with his arousal was a scent of nervousness, confirmed by the constant swishing back and forth of his white-tipped brick red bushy tail, which protruded through a hole in the back of his tunic. He was certainly a cute one, and Olivia found herself entertaining thoughts of being mounted and taken pony style by him. He must have sensed her gaze on him, because while the Ocelot was having her hottest thoughts, the young Fox turned his attention away from the action over on the counter, and looked directly at her. Their eyes met, and she noticed a reddening visible through the white fluff of his cheeks. He quickly looked away and focused his attention on an indeterminate spot on the floor in front of him. After what seemed like forever, the Raccoon-Deer finally finished his enviable task, and Ravenna and Issibel joined the others near the cellar door. Brannel turned their attention to the small group of volunteers and gave them a warm welcoming smile. "Thank-you for volunteering the use of your bottoms in an attempt to resolve this supply crisis we are suddenly experiencing. As I said before, you will be well compensated for your troubles." He looked each volunteer over thoroughly, then continued his speech. "Now, 'tis only proper that you know who you are serving with. Therefore, before we begin, I would like you to please give us a very brief introduction, even if it is just your name. We will start with the handsome young Fox here." "I am Syrano, from out in the middle of nowhere to the east of Mistport," the vulpine lad said, "I'm a wizard's apprentice, with the Order of the Wild Rose." Next to speak up was the Duck girl, "I'm Selene. I play a bowharp for the band that's here tonight. I also dance for them as well. And this is my little brother, Marcko," she gestured to the other Duck standing next to her. "Yes," Marcko replied, "I am Marcko, drummer and another dancer. We, and the rest of our group hail from Icy Straits, way south of here." "We are excited about having our bottoms used in such a unique way," Selene added, "Any chance to have things stuffed up our..." "Yes, yes," Sheena interrupted her, "You featherheads' obsession with your behinds is well known world-wide. Anyway, you already know me, Brannel. But for the benefit of the others, I am Sheena, co-owner of the Crimson Glow Pet Shop in Coralport, and this lovely filly here is Merriweather, mine and my mate's personal pet." She gave the Pony a loving pat on her ass. "Lewellyn here, at your service." The Furling Raccoon performed a graceful bow, at least as graceful as his intoxicated state would allow. "I'm native to Mistport. But i will admit, this is my first time here at your lovely little inn. Normally, we haunt Feathers over on the east end of town, closer to home." "When he says we, he is referring to himself, me, Olivia, and Hester," the other Raccoon offered. She smiled and introduced herself, "Teski, I am. Me and Lew share a small home over on the east side. We're not officially mates yet, but I'm working on him." Finally it was Olivia's turn. She performed a proper curtsy and purred, "I'm Olivia. I keep these two ringtail brats in line." She smirked at Lewellyn and Teski, then added, "At least I try my damnedest to keep them in line. I volunteered for this little adventure because the love of my life likes the taste of my bottom, and after he drinks from me, I fully expect a long wild night of passionate boinking." "I'm certain that charming Chinchilla fellow of yours will not be disappointed, m'lady," Brannel complimented her. "Now, I'm sure you already know Issibel here. She's one of our floor girls." He padded over to the Otter and gave her a loving pat on her rump, then did likewise with Ravenna. "And this delightful creature here is my beloved mate and Mistress, Ravenna." The Deer paced back and forth in front of his volunteers, "Now that we all know each other, it is time to begin your greatest adventure. First, I must request that those of you who are wearing any clothing, including collars, please remove them." Olivia shed her black cotton vest and matching black leather thigh boots, the only bits of clothing she was wearing tonight, and stood quietly, idly caressing her soft wide flanks and rump while the others went about disrobing. After Lewellyn stripped off his buckskin trousers and jerkin, he helped Teski out of her red silk micro minidress, then wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him for a short time, cuddling her and lovingly caressing her soft, curves. The Ducks were already skyclad, as they typically preferred, as were Ravenna, Issibel, and Sheena, the Tigress having stripped back out in the dining room. Syrano looked rather nervous and embarrassed as he unfastened his belt and squirmed out of his tunic, revealing his soft, furry body and the erect shaft protruding from between his thighs. Olivia padded over to the young Fox and placed a paw on his shoulder. She leaned over, her tail raised high for everyone else to get a delightful look at her assets while she purred in his ear, "Syrano, why do you look so embarrassed?" The Fox gave the Ocelot a sheepish grin, "M'lady, although I may be a wizard's apprentice, and have presented myself to my Master many times," he replied, "I and Master Arthur are of a hermitic order, and I am not accustomed to being exposed skyclad amidst strangers." Olivia smiled and ran her paw down Syrano's back and over his cute bottom, then slipped it between his thighs and playfully stroked his hard cock, eliciting a surprised gasp from him, "Trust me, silly boy," she assured him, her voice seductively soft and low, "You most certainly have nothing to be ashamed of. And what of that little performance you had with that lovely Rabbit not too long ago? The way you had her bent over the table and the way you were ramming her, it certainly looked as if you had no worries about being exposed in public." Syrano whimpered at the Ocelot's gentle touch on his treasures, "That was out of character for me, I must admit. The Bunny was in season, I think, so she was impossible to resist. Heat of the moment, y'know." Olivia playfully nibbled on Syrano's ear and slid her paw back to give his rump a teasing squeeze, "If Hester doesn't mind, I would very much like to engage you in an encore performance later," She padded back to her place in line and gave him a seductive gaze over her shoulder, "in private." "Mistress Sheena," Merriweather said, "I need you to unlock my collar please." "Oh, my," the Tigress replied, "I don't have your key with me. It's with my clothes back at our table." "Don't you worry your pretty not-so-little bottoms, ladies," Brannel said, "I'll go fetch the key from Syrinx while you are receiving your cleansings." "Cleansings?" Olivia repeated, "but I had a deep scrubbing just this afternoon." "That is not sufficient," the Deer told her, "The cleansing required for vessel service is much more extensive and intense than a mere deep scrub." "You'll like it, I think," Merriweather assured her, "It really is one helluva experience, and definitely something to write home about." "Yes, it is indeed," Brannel agreed, "Now, Anton here will take you down into the cellar to begin the procedure. I will be down when it is time to begin the brewing. But first, I have another matter to address." He nodded to the Raccoon-Deer who had earlier been extracting the coins from Ravenna and Issibel. "They are all yours, son. Kwenekka, come attend to me." He lay himself over the counter, and a cute little Furling Chipmunk girl scurried up behind him to begin remove and secure his recent earnings from beneath his tail. Anton faced the group of volunteers and looked them over one at a time, then gestured towards the door leading to the cellar, "Follow me, ladies" Olivia couldn't help but notice that his voice sounded a little unsteady, as if he was in some small amount of pain. Anton led the group of Furlings and Orniths through the door and down a long flight of stone stairs. The cellar was a massive underground chamber. The air down here was hot and stifling, considerably warmer than the dining room and kitchen areas above, and was permeated with the scent of lilacs, though there were no such flowers to be seen anywhere. Stacked four high, casks and barrels lined two of the walls, and also formed aisles in the middle of the room. A third wall was taken up by a deep trough of dark stone, of a type that did not look familiar at all to Olivia. A metal grill sat along the length of the trough, and at regular intervals along the wall above it and in the floor in front, were pairs of rings that looked like they were made of mithril silver. The fourth wall had another trough. This was filled with glowing molten stone that flowed slowly like oil from a small hole in the wall and out another similar hole at the other end. Close to the river of liquid fire, was a long, wide table, with mithril rings attached around its edges, like those on the wall over the grill. It was to this table that Anton led his party of volunteers. "Alright now," he said, "Except for Issibel and you, Mother, since you have had your cleansings already, I need everyone to get on the table and assume cleansing position. That is with your head down, legs spread, knees tucked underneath you, and bottom in the air." One by one, the volunteers, including Ravenna, climbed up onto the dark, warm table and assumed what was commonly referred to as the invite position, save for the Otter girl. "What are you doing, Mother?" Anton asked, "You shouldn't have to go through this again." "Nonsense," Ravenna snapped back at him, "You have brewed Ringtail Ale twice in me tonight, and I have also had a considerable amount of copper and silver up my ass since that second batch. Therefore, it is for the best that my bottom receive another cleansing to return it to its pristine state for this next round." "Very well, Mother," he conceded, "I suspect that the real reason you are doing this is because you actually enjoy this process. However, it is not my place to argue or question your motives." Ravenna smirked at her son, "You bet your ass it isn't, dear. And for questioning my reasons, you can expect a nice long paddling out on the stage later tonight. Now, get on with it." A soft blush was visible through the white fur on Anton's cheeks as he set about prepping his guests for their imminent cleansings. "Right then. Issibel, secure their ankles and wrists." The Otter went about busily locking the guests in shackles and attaching them to the mithril rings which lined the edges of the table. Meanwhile, Anton opened up a small chest in one corner of the room and withdrew a set of small rods with chain harnesses attached, also made of mithril. As he bent over the open chest, Olivia spied a round metal disk with a grip ring attached, pressed up against his furry nether cheeks. That answered her unasked question about why he looked so uncomfortable. It must have been a pretty large butt plug that he was wearing while he worked. "Anton, is this step really necessary?" Lewellyn asked, "I mean, you are just going to give us a quick cleansing, so why the restraints?" "Yes," the Raccoon-Deer replied, "this is indeed necessary. This procedure will cause a bit of discomfort, and you need to be properly restrained to keep from hurting yourself." "Hah, that's the understatement to end all understatements," Issibel muttered as she tightened the Ocelot's bonds. She gave Olivia a playful slap on her upturned ass, "How's that, kitten?" "Too tight," Olivia protested, "I can barely move." "Good," the Otter replied. She gave Olivia another slap on her bottom, then continued her task, securing Sheena and finally Ravenna. Olivia was starting to have second thoughts about this little adventure, as Anton went to each volunteer, and held up one of the mithril bits. "Open your mouth, Syrano," he ordered. The Fox complied, and Anton placed a bit in his mouth. He gently bit down on it while the chain harness was clasped around his head. Anton repeated this for Lewellyn, Teski, and the two Ducks. Merriweather shook her blonde-maned head when Anton instructed her to take the bit. "I don't need it," she told him, "I've done this many times already, and am quite comfortable with the process." "Very well," Anton conceded, "I assume your Mistress will also decline?" Lying on the table to Olivia's left, Sheena looked over at her pet and Anton, "Correct," she growled, "If my pet needs no such accessories, then neither do I." "Okay, suit yourselves," he replied, "I was simply obligated to offer an S-bit as a courtesy." Now it was Olivia's turn. Following the examples of the others, she obediently opened her mouth. Anton set the bar of mithril across her lower jaw, behind her back teeth, and she gently bit down on it. The chain harness was secured around her head, and adjusted so it couldn't work itself loose. After Anton finished up with Ravenna, he marched around to the front of the table and faced the nine trussed up Furlings and Orniths, "Again, I wish to thank you all for volunteering to serve in this minor moment of crisis," he gave a soft gasp and winced, briefly slipping a hand under his tail to make some minor adjustments to the plug he was carrying, then continued his address. "Before your bottoms are filled with ale, or mead, or wine, or other drinks to be enjoyed by our guests up there," he gestured in the direction of the stairs back up to the kitchen and the dining room beyond, "Issibel and I must give you the most thorough cleansing you have ever known. This process will take about five minutes, and I will tell you now that it will involve some amount of pain." Issibel handed Anton a mithril chain glove, and then she donned one herself. The two stepped over to the open chest and each withdrew a long metal rod, with a wide flat disc and a mithril silver grip ring at one end. They dipped these up to the hilt in the molten lava that flowed through the trough in front of the table. When they pulled the rods out of the trough, they were covered along their entire length with the liquid fire. Olivia was now terrified as she realized what was in store for her and the others. Her breathing grew heavy and labored, and she trembled in her bonds while Anton explained further what was about to happen. "This is gehennite," Anton explained. He held up the glowing rod for all to see. The molten stone seemed to flow and swirl around the shaft it clung to, but not a drop fell to the floor. "As you may have guessed, this is a form of lava. But unlike that which is found in most volcanic areas of the world, gehennite is only found where there is a gateway between Niath and one of the infernal realms. Therefore, it is a very rare material, and highly coveted among wizards, acolytes, and others who use magick." He ran a mithril-clad hand over the end of the molten shaft, rounding it and forming it into a dull point, then continued the lesson. "As I just demonstrated, mithril is one of two substances that is impervious to gehennite, and will not even conduct the terrible heat. The other is ferallite, which will conduct heat but will not melt." Issibel followed Anton's lead and also molded the end of her gehennite rod into a tapered, round shape, then padded around behind Syrano and lifted his tail, awaiting the Raccoon-Deer's command. The Fox was absolutely terrified, his eyes wide as saucers as he felt the Otter girl grab his tail and hold the hot, glowing rod close to his furry bottom. He tried to struggle, but Issibel had secured his bonds too well, and all he could do was twitch in his shackles and thrash his head left and right. "Now," Anton continued, "I was not completely accurate when I said there were only two substances that are impervious to gehennite. There are actually three. And that is what makes this diabolical material the perfect cleansing agent. Issibel, tell them what that third substance is." Issibel nodded and gave a devilish smile as she held the glowing rod pointed at the crevasse between Syrano's nether cheeks, "The third substance impervious to gehennite is any living flesh. It may hurt like hell, but it causes no actual harm to the living." And with a firm nod from Anton, the Otter expertly slid the molten rod with one smooth stroke, deep up the Fox's upturned butt, until the disc was pressed firmly against his furry rump. As soon as the molten rod penetrated his southern star, Syrano's entire body went taut. His paws clenched hard and his head was thrashing from side to side. Strangely, no sound escaped his muzzle, no screams, not even a whimper. Issibel fetched another ferallite rod from the chest, while Anton slipped around behind the Raccoons. Both Lewellyn and Teski were wide eyed in abject terror as their inevitable fate approached. Before Anton even grabbed his tail, Lewellyn was already thrashing about as best he could in his bonds. But there was no escape, and with a single smooth thrust, the molten rod disappeared under his tail. Like Syrano, the Raccoon tensed up to where it looked like he could snap in two. His back arched and his head flew back in unfathomable agony. Yet also like the Fox, he neither screamed nor cried. Issibel padded around behind the table, with her freshly drawn and molded gehennite rod, and gave Teski the same treatment Anton had given Lewellyn. Again, like the previous two, she writhed in her chains, but made no sound. "Oh, lookie," the Otter said, pointing to the hard shaft that was emerging from between Lewellyn's legs, "He's getting aroused." Anton nodded and ran a finger along the underside of the Raccoon's erect member, "Yes, that is not an uncommon occurance. No one is sure why, but gehennite insertions frequently cause arousal despite the intense agony of the cleansing. See? The Fox is getting rather hard down there too." He gestured towards Syrano as they returned to the chest for more ferallite rods. The Fox had, for the most part stopped his squirming about and now had his eyes closed and his chin resting submissively on the table. His cock bobbed and pulsed beneath him while the liquid fire burned inside his depths. Selene and Marcko were a different story altogether. It looked to Anton as if these two Ducks were already intimately familiar with the sweet searing kiss of gehennite burning in their nether channels. As he and Issibel slipped around behind them, the two Ornith siblings instinctively arched their backs, thrusting their downy white bottoms up a little higher in nervous anticipation. Anton gave Selene's soft rump a gentle squeeze, and Issibel did likewise to Marcko. Then with no further delay, the burning rods were stuffed deep up their tight rectal passages. There was no squirming or thrashing about from either of the Ducks. However, Marcko's maleness was clearly and immediately evident, fully emerged from the hidden sheath between his legs. And when Anton slipped his fingers into the soft down between Selene's thighs, he felt sticky moistness, the telltale sign of her arousal and desire. Issibel grinned childlike at Anton, "See? I was right about these two," she bragged. Anton licked Selene's sweet juices off his fingers and slapped the Duck girl on her cute, burning ass, "That was a no brainer," he replied, "Everyone knows that birds are all notorious, anal-obsessed pain sluts. Now come along, Otter. We still have four more to do. You take the Pony and her Mistress; I will take Olivia and Mother." Issibel was already a step ahead of him; and armed with another lava-covered rod, padded back around the table and stood behind Merriweather. "Are you sure you don't want an S-bit?" she asked the Pony. "Yes," she whickered, "I have no need for such silliness, as...Oh!" Merriweather was abruptly silenced as the molten plug was driven home between her muscular nether cheeks, and buried to the hilt up her ass. Despite her protests about not needing the bit, she still squirmed and thrashed about on the table while gasping and moaning in pure ecstasy. Olivia was driven to a state of confusion by all she had witnessed so far. Here were these Furlings and Orniths getting molten lava stuffed up their asses, some of them writhing in complete agony. Yet all were obviously becoming quite aroused almost to the point of orgasm. It made no sense to the Ocelot. Now, it was her turn, and she was absolutely terrified of what was about to go under her tail. She strained against her bonds, trying to snap them free so she could escape from this hellish cellar. But the mithril was far too strong for her, and her shackles held fast. "Olivia! Stop your struggling!" Anton commanded. He punctuated his order by landing a wooden paddle across the Ocelot's muscular butt a dozen times. "Look at me, kitten." She regained her composure and looked up at the Raccoon-Deer who was standing over her. His expression was calm and reflected compassion and understanding. His fingers gently caressed beneath her chin and behind her ears, causing her to purr. "Olivia," Anton repeated, "I know this is going to hurt. In fact, I know all too well what you are about to experience. I myself have gone through this many times, and am, in fact, going through it myself even as I speak." He turned away from the Ocelot, bent over, raised his thick bushy tail, and summoned Issibel to assist him. "Show her what I speak of." The Otter girl hooked a finger through the mithril ring in the end of the plug Anton was wearing. She pulled it out of him halfway, revealing the cruel red-orange glow of gehennite. "You see," Issibel said, "if a young buck such as Anton here can take the fire, and he is under orders to wear this all evening, then a big girl like yourself should be able to suffer such a treat for a mere five minutes." She reinserted the molten plug up Anton's butt, and padded around to the backside of the table to attend to Sheena. Anton stood erect and gingerly turned back around to face Olivia again. "I would not put anyone here through anything that I myself would never submit to," he told her. "And look at the others. They have already received the fire. It would be a great disservice to them if we were to release you now." Olivia turned her head to look at the other six who were writhing in pleasured pain on the table while the liquid fire burned inside their rectal passages, searing them to perfect cleanliness. To her left, she heard the Tigress give a sharp gasp, which was followed by a loud purring moan as Issibel put the burning shaft between her furry cheeks and slid it home. As Sheena squirmed on the table, moaning with pure pained bliss, her sweet scent of arousal washed over Olivia, and the Ocelot found herself desiring the same gift of passion the Tigress was enjoying. Issibel came back around to the front of the table, leaned forward, and in her soft, childlike voice added, "Sheena is doing this for her mate. After the music stops and the torches are extinguished tonight, Master Syrinx will be intoxicated on our finest champagne, spiced with his lady's own unique intimate flavor." "He and Sheena will climb to the summit of the Mink's Mountain tonight," Anton added, "Together, they will lose themselves in an unbridled fever of passion that normally only the Immortals could know." He padded around behind the Ocelot and held her tail up high. She trembled with both fear and longing. Her wide, muscular bottom flexed and clenched in anticipation. "Do this for for your love, kitten." "Yes yes yes," Issibel agreed, "Do it for Hester. Trust me, you will not regret this." Olivia sighed and closed her eyes, resting her chin on the table. Without another word, Issibel gave Anton a grim smile and nod, and the Raccoon-Deer pushed the burning rod up the Ocelot's ass until, like the others, all that was visible beneath her tail was the round ferallite disc and mithril grip ring. He then left Olivia to enjoy the kiss of fire, took the fresh gehennite rod offered him by Issibel, and turned his attention to Ravenna. "Mother, are you absolutely positive that you wish to go through this again tonight?" he asked, holding the Raccoon's tail up to expose her lovely furry bottom. Ravenna looked over her shoulder at her eldest child, and gave a proud nod of her head. In went the rod. The Raccoon's body tensed. She squirmed very briefly, and then relaxed. Anton put a hand between Ravenna's thighs and smirked as he felt the moist, sticky juices coating her tight sex. He licked the sweetness off his fingers, then removed his mithril glove and addressed the group of squirming, burning Furlings and Orniths. "I will be back soon. I must go report your status to Father, as well as tend to some other routine matters upstairs. Issibel, stay down here and keep an eye on our guests." He took his leave of the group and disappeared up the stone stairs. They were right. The cleansing was indeed like nothing Olivia had ever known before. From the moment the molten rod pressed between the Ocelot's muscular nether cheeks and deep up her ass, time came to a halt. All she knew was agonizing pain to which no mortal could ever put words. It was as if a sun had been born in her hidden depths, searing her bowels with its unfathomable heat. Reflexively, she tried to force the burning plug out of her ass, but white-hot spikes of gehennite protracted from all around its surface and pierced deep into her rectal wall, holding it fast inside her. She tried to scream; she tried to cry, yet no sound escaped from her throat. Through the pain, Olivia realized why Anton had muzzled her, Syrano, the Ducks, and the Raccoons. The mithril was warm on her tongue, and she felt magickal energy emanating from it, which tingled harmlessly in her mouth. The S-bit, as Anton had called it, was enchanted. The S, she now understood, stood for silence. And so, in silent agony the Ocelot writhed on the table, helpless to do naught but submit to the liquid fire that burned with a punishing heat inside her aft channel. As she burned inside, Olivia felt a great energy course through her. The fire cleansed her body, but even moreso, it purified her spirit. Despite the tremendous pain the fiery shaft inflicted in her rectum, she found herself feeling a heat of a different sort coursing through her. It started between her thighs and rapidly spread throughout her entire body to mingle with the searing heat of the liquid fire in a confusing mixture of pleasure and agony. Her breathing heavily labored and her sex growing slick and moist, the Ocelot felt as if she was being fucked by a mighty Fire Elemental. She was rapidly approaching the summit of the Mink's Mountain, and would soon plummet over the edge into a flaming sea of passion unlike any she had ever known before. She did not know how long she had burned, but as quickly as the cleansing began, and before she could plunge into unbridled orgasm, it was finished. The molten spikes piercing Olivia's rectal wall retracted, and the burning shaft was removed from her butt. All that remained was a pleasant lingering soreness in her southern passage and an unsatisfied ache deep within her feminine depths. So close, she thought, heaving a great sigh as the desire still burned inside her. The Ocelot purred and weakly squirmed in her bonds. All she wanted was to once more feel that unfathomable and terrible kiss of fire beneath her tail, that searing kiss that would push her into sweet, passionate bliss. But such a wish would not be granted, at least not yet. She heard Brannel's soothing voice behind her while he petted her rump, "There, you see, Olivia? That wasn't so bad now. Was it?" She sighed and shook her head, changed her mind and nodded instead, then changed her mind again and once more shook her head left and right, grudgingly admitting that the Deer was correct. Brannel laughed at Olivia's indecisiveness and slapped her jiggly bottom, "The kitten is confused," was his diagnosis, "Don't worry. That is common with most people on their first fire cleansing. Although it sears the flesh, gehennite also stimulates the spirit. That is why you nearly reached the summit of the Mink's Mountain." He placed both hands on the Ocelot's ass and spread her cheeks, "Now, let us see what exotic drink will best complement your unique flavor." Without another word, the Deer buried his muzzle under Olivia's tail, pressed his tongue past her tight southern star and tasted her hot, freshly cleaned aft channel. Olivia closed her eyes and purred softly, all the while squirming playfully as Brannel's long tongue expertly probed her ass. After a half minute of sampling the Ocelot's delightful flavor, he stood upright and smiled, "As I suspected when I first saw you dancing with your mate this evening," he announced, then turned to Anton. But Anton was busy testing Ravenna's flavor, so he turned instead to one of the Furling girls who had accompanied him down to the cellar, "Kwenekka, go fetch two bottles of Azure Depths." The Chipmunk girl scurried over to the back wall to fetch the wine, while Brannel turned his attention to Merriweather. Issibel was sampling the Ducks, and Anton was still busy with Ravenna. "Hurry it up, Son," Brannel said, impatiently tapping a hoof on the warm stone floor. "We don't have all night." Anton finally came up for air and announced, "Twilight Ale for Mother." "Well, duh!" the other Furling girl who had accompanied Brannel shot back. She had a key in her paw, which she used to unlock the collar that was around the Pony's neck. "We always use our house specialty on Ringtails. Otherwise, it wouldn't be Ringtail Ale." She was shorter than Anton, and with a cute furry face that resembled Ravenna's, though her fur color was the same wild brown as Brannel's, and with the white treasure trail that went from under her chin, down between her thighs, and up over her plush butt. Despite having the face, body, digitigrade legs, and feet of a Raccoon, this girl's ears were like a Deer's, as was her perky tail. Her hair was cropped short to just above her shoulders, and was dark red like Brannel's, and she carried herself with the same smugness and sauciness as Ravenna. "Pick up the pace here, Melody," Brannel prodded his young daughter along, "Get that apron off and get yourself ready for your cleansing." The girl removed her black and white lacy apron and hung it, along with Merriweather's collar, on a hook behind the stairs. "Emerald Sea," for Marcko," Issibel announced, as she extracted her tongue from the Duck lad's ass. She then slipped her tongue up inside the other Duck, and sampled her flavor. "And also for Selene." "Give them each two full bottles," Brannel instructed her. Just as he did with Olivia, he pressed his muzzle between Merriweather's nether cheeks and slipped his tongue up inside her, causing her to squirm and moan. "Sweet Cinnamon Meade for the Pony," he determined, "three large flasks." "Tameran Porter for the Tigress," Anton said, after reluctantly removing his face from Sheena's bottom and licking his chops. Before positioning herself on the table, Melody padded up behind Syrano, and just like the others were doing, she buried her muzzle under the Fox's tail and tasted him. "Honeybee Beer for this one." She gave Syrano's still erect cock a playful caress and squeeze, then climbed up onto the table beside him and assumed the invite position, ready to receive the liquid fire like the others had already taken. Although it was a foregone conclusion that Lewellyn and Teski would also serve up Twilight Ale, Brannel and Anton tasted them just as a matter of fairness. And finally, it was Issibel's turn. Like Melody, she positioned herself on the table and presented her ass. Brannel knelt behind her and pushed his tongue as far as it would go up inside her tight nether passage. He lingered inside her for a quarter minute, then pulled back and licked his chops thoughtfully. "Hrm...I'm thinking perhaps a Fizzy Firewater." He smiled at his son and gestured towards the Otter girl, "What do you think, Anton?" Following his father's example, Anton knelt behind Issibel, parted her soft bottom with his muzzle, and slid his tongue up inside. The lad's cock hardened as her sweet flavor washed over his taste buds. He gave her nether chamber a deep, heavy lick then rose once more to his hooves. "Yes, I heartily agree. Fizzy Firewater would be perfect for her." he said. "One full jug would be best." "Aye," Brannel concurred, "Firewater is pretty potent, and we wouldn't want her passing out on the job. Now, go ahead and secure your sister for her cleansing, while I start filling the kegs." "Do you need any more help, Boss?" Kwenekka chittered as she set a pair of bottles on the table beside Ravenna, "Or should I get on the table now?" Brannel returned with a large ceramic jug, sealed with a wax stopper. He set it on the floor beneath Issibel and smiled at the young Chipmunk lass. "Fetch the fill tubes and ferallite stoppers first," he instructed her, "and then you can present your ass." Kwenekka gave him a respectful curtsy, then hustled over to the open chest. Anton finished securing the mithril bit in Melody's mouth and paused briefly to steal a glance at the Chipmunk who was bending over and rummaging through the chest. "Wow!" he said, "That is quite the number someone did on her bottom." Clearly visible through the white fur on Kwenekka's butt was a deep crimson blush. "What did she do to deserve that?" Brannel busied himself with securing his daughter's ankles in the mithril shackles while Kwenekka fished out the plugs and tubes from the storage chest, "The same reason she has been volunteered for keg service," he replied, "She insulted one of our customers, so I paddled her in front of everyone, and now she will be serving as his personal keg, at least for one round." The Chipmunk padded back around behind the table, placing a ferallite butt plug and a flexible tube beside each volunteer. There was a blush in her cheeks that almost matched the blush on her bottom, "Aw, come on, Boss," she pleaded, "I was only teasing around with him." Her protests were silenced with the firm smack of Brannel's paddle across her cute little bottom, "What you said to him was absolutely inappropriate, even as a tease," the Deer scolded her, "Now get into position on the table so Anton can prep you for cleansing." Deciding it wise to say no more, Kwenekka climbed up onto the table and assumed the same position the others were in. While Anton shackled her and secured an S-bit in her mouth, Brannel removed the wax stopper on the Firewater jug. He slipped the open end of the fill tube over the neck and inserted the other end, which consisted of a rounded applicator with a hole in the end, up Issibel's butt. He hefted the jug, tipping it so that its contents could pour through the tube and fill the Otter's aft chamber. Issibel moaned and squirmed playfully as the Firewater filled her, stretching her tight rectal chamber. Brannel smiled and gave her an affectionate pat on her rump, "You are going to make Benden very happy tonight," he chirred, "Then again, you make him happy every night. He is one lucky Otter to have such a sweet little lady like you to share his bed." He gave the ceramic jug one last shake, then removed the tube from Issibel's butt and replaced it with one of the ferallite butt plugs to keep the Firewater inside her ass. "Okay," he said, giving her rump a firm, open handed smack, "Go sit on the grill over there against the wall and wait for the others." She sat up and then climbed off the table and padded over to the empty trough along the wall to the left, sitting her full ass daintily down on the ferallite rods that covered its entire length. "Kwenekka and Melody are ready for you, Father," Anton announced, showing off his handiwork. The two young Furling lasses were securely shackled to the table, and the S-bits were in place so that their screams and cries would not disturb Hot Summer Nights' patrons upstairs. Brannel donned a pair of mithril gloves and pulled two long mithril shafts from the storage chest. He dipped these in the stream of gehennite, then padded around behind the Chipmunk and his daughter and in tandem, slid them up their asses so that only the ferallite discs were pressed against their cheeks. He then removed his gloves and affectionately patted the girls' bottoms. He and his son resumed the enviable task of filling their living kegs, two bottles each of their designated beverages. He started with Syrano and Anton filled Lewellyn, and simply proceeding right down the line. As they finished each one, they would seal them with a ferallite plug, unlock their shackles, and send them over to wait on the grill. Olivia's turn finally came at last. She heard the clop of Brannel's hooves on the stone floor behind her, and the popping of the stopper being removed from one of the bottles of Azure Depths. The Deer pressed the round end of the insertion tube against the Ocelot's southern star. "Are you ready for this?" She took a deep breath, nodded her head, then tensed briefly as the long flexible tube entered her freshly fire-cleaned ass. It was not much different than receiving an enema, she realized. Except unlike an enema, the translucent blue wine filling and stretching her rectal chamber was cooler, and its fizziness tickled inside her. Olivia couldn't help but squirm in her bonds as the first bottle was emptied into her. As soon as the first was finished, she heard the snap of the tube's other end being stretched over the next bottle. She squirmed more. Brannel was filling her so full, she felt as if she could burst at any moment. Finally, it was finished. "Clench your cheeks," Brannel instructed her, after removing the tube from her ass. She flexed her haunches and her aft entrance tightened, holding the cool, fizzy wine inside the Ocelot's depths. The ferallite plug was pressed between her cheeks, "Relax," Brannel instructed. She unclenched her ass muscles and the plug was thrust up inside her. The shackles binding her wrists and ankles were unlocked, and with a firm paddle smack on her bottom, Olivia was sent over to join the others on the grill while Brannel turned his attention to his mate. One by one, Anton secured the volunteers on the grill. He fastened ferallite shackles to the rings in the wall and floor and locked their wrists and ankles in place, tightening them so that, as before, they would be unable to hurt themselves by struggling and thrashing about. As he was cinching up the chains holding Olivia to the grill, he smiled up at her, "I'm sure it need not be said that this is going to hurt a bit." The Ocelot sighed and closed her eyes, fully understanding what was about to take place. She mentally chastised herself over the foolish acts she was willing to suffer for the pleasure of her mate. Last to be secured to the grill was Ravenna. After Anton adjusted his mother's bonds, he turned to Brannel, who was removing the gehennite plugs from Melody and Kwenekka. "Father, should I start the brewing now, or shall we wait until those two are ready?" The Deer did not answer right away. He put his muzzle beneath his daughter's tail and tasted her depths, then did the same to the Chipmunk, "Midnight Sun for Melody; Hazelnut Cordial for Kwenekka," he declared, then, "Carry on, Anton. We need to get caught up on our orders as soon as possible. I'll take care of these two." Anton smiled and nodded his head, and gave his little sister an affectionate wink, "Good call, Midnight Sun," he agreed, "Save a mug for me." He turned his attention back to his charges on the grill, "Close your eyes and take a deep breath," he instructed them. As one, they inhaled deeply, "Hold it. Now on the count of three," He put his hand on a small lever in the floor near the junction where the two troughs met. "One..." He pulled the lever and the slab of ferallite separating the two rose several inches. Gehennite flowed into the trough beneath the shackled Furlings and Orniths and promptly heated the grill which their bottoms were seated upon. Anton pushed the lever forward again and the divider was lowered once more. Leaving his charges to broil, he busied himself by helping his father fill the other two. Held fast in her shackles, Olivia could do nothing except burn. Within seconds after the divider was raised and the liquid fire filled the trough beneath her, the Ocelot's rump and thighs were kissed by cruel tongues of flame. She strained against her bonds, but as before, there was no escape; there was no relief. She looked down, and saw that the once dark grill she sat upon was now glowing red, super heated by the raging immortal inferno beneath her. Likewise, she felt the ferallite plug up her butt grow unfathomably hot, searing her body and spirit as it brought the blue wine she carried to a rapid boil. As before, she felt another burning well up inside her. It was a pleasant burn that mingled with the agony of the fire that caressed her nether regions, and caused that confusing mix of feelings she had felt during her cleansing. Once more, she found herself nearing the summit of the Mink's Mountain. She teetered on the brink of the flaming abyss, writhing in sweet suffering. The Ocelot's tears streamed down her face, vanishing with a hiss into the fire. She wished to be free of the fiery torment burning beneath her tail, burning within her most intimate depths. She wished this agonizing passion would never end, searing her body and spirit in endless tortured ecstasy. Pain and pleasure were as one. There was no dividing line between the two. The first enhanced the second. As she sat burning on the infernal grill, Olivia's eyes were opened as never before. A brief moment of crystal clarity washed over her and she now understood the Falcon, the Mink, and many others who seemed to live for what she was suffering. She too would join them. Of this she was certain. Never before in her life had she desired anything such as this, and it would be hers. This would be the greatest gift she could ever bestow upon her beloved Hester. As quickly as it had started, the inferno beneath the volunteers died. The liquid fire was drained from the trough and the ferallite grill cooled once more. Anton released his charges from their shackles and removed their S-bits. The silence down in the cellar was broken by a chorus of soft gasps and moans, as if those on the grill had just received the greatest fucking of their life. He led them back to the long table and had them once more lay on top, while his father secured Melody and Kwenekka to the grill and set their aft ends on fire. "You must not speak of this to anyone," Ravenna warned them, now that she was no longer silenced. "The ritual that you have just undergone is to remain a secret, known only to those who already know." "Or to those who have guessed," Brannel added as he joined them, leaving his daughter and the Chipmunk to burn for a while. He rummaged through the chest again, and withdrew a small pile of little sampler thimbles and hollow bamboo tubes, then took his leave of the group once more and trotted back up to the kitchen. Anton donned his mithril gloves once more and disappeared through a door in the wall behind them. He returned a minute later with a bucket of ice, which he set on the floor behind the table. "This is going to be a little uncomfortable," he advised everyone. He reached into the bucket and withdrew a small handful of ice, "but nowhere near as intense as the cleansing and brewing was." He removed the ferallite plug from Issibel's ass and held the chunk of ice to her southern star. The Otter girl gasped and flexed her cheeks as the ice was slipped between the plush hills of her ass. After a quarter minute, Anton reinserted the plug, paddled her butt, and repeated the procedure for Syrano. "Just like the gehennite we used in and on you, this is no ordinary ice." The Fox moaned as the ice touched his tight little opening, then he moaned again when the plug was put back in and the paddle landed three times across his furry bottom. "It's from the Beastlands Glaciers, isn't it?" he guessed. "Indeed it is," Ravenna confirmed. "It chills just as fast, if not faster, than gehennite heats." Marcko whimpered as the ice touched his love hole and the paddle struck his rear, "And just out of curiosity, why the paddling?" the Duck asked, "Not that me and Big Sis mind it." Selene moaned seductively when the immortal ice seared her aft channel with its frigid kiss. She thrust her plush, white-downed ass upwards to meet the inevitable wooden burn of Anton's paddle. "The paddling..." Brannel explained as he trotted back down the stairs with a platter of carrots in hand, "the paddling helps mix your own unique flavor with the brew that has just been warmed and chilled inside you." He set the platter down, took up a pair of sampler thimbles and a bamboo tube, and stood behind Issibel, while Anton continued chilling and paddling his charges' bottoms. Brannel removed the ferallite plug from Issibel's butt and replaced it with the bamboo. Holding a thimble under the end of the tube, he patted the Otter's ass, "Relax a brief moment," he instructed her. She unclenched her cheeks and a small flow of clear firewater trickled from the tube and filled the thimble. He then held the other thimble under the spout, and when it too was full, ordered her to hold again. The Deer handed one thimble to Issibel, and brought the other up to his mouth. "Bottoms up," he said, and poured the firewater onto his tongue. Issibel took a dainty sniff at hers, then downed it in one swallow. She whistled and shook her head, then smiled, "Wow! That is powerful stuff. I think Benden is going to be quite pleased." "He will indeed," Brannel agreed with her. "I will call this Fireotter." He set the empty thimble down and picked up the firewater jug, "It is way too powerful to serve directly from the keg however. Anton, refill this from Issibel's ass." Anton finished chilling and mixing, landing an extra swat on Ravenna's bottom, and padded over to take the jug. While he was draining the firewater from the Otter girl's butt, Brannel turned his attention to Syrano. Just as he did with Issibel, he replaced the ferallite plug with a bamboo tube and filled a pair of thimbles. He handed one to the Fox, and drained the contents of the other down his own throat. "We will call this one Blushing Vixen," he declared, which caused Syrano to blush. Instead of refilling the flasks the sweet beer had been in before being poured up the young Fox's butt, Brannel replaced the bamboo tube with one of the carrots he had brought down from the kitchen. "No point risking the loss of a valuable piece of ferallite among that rowdy lot up there," he explained. "And when the keg is empty, your Master can nosh on the stopper." Next to be sampled were the Ducks. Brannel tapped them and as with the previous two, let them taste themselves. "Jaded Duck," was what he christened the emerald brews to be served from their depths. Carrots in place, he next did the Raccoons. "Very subtle differences in your flavors from Mistress Ravenna's," he said, "but 'tis still Ringtail Ale." They giggled and squirmed playfully as Brannel put the carrot stoppers under their tails. "Merri Meade," was what he declared for the Furling Pony. He slapped her on the ass after giving her an exceptionally large carrot, "I bet you will be the Count's favorite tonight." Finally, it was Olivia's turn. The Ocelot thrust her bottom upwards reflexively at Brannel's gentle touch. The ferallite plug was removed and replaced with one of those bamboo straws. At the Deer's command, she relaxed her nether muscles just long enough to fill the two thimbles. Then the tube was removed and replaced with a carrot that felt even larger than the one Merriweather was wearing. She took the offered sampling thimble and sniffed at it. The wine smelled very much as normal Azure Depths smelled, but with a little additional scent that made the girl purr and her sex tingle and moisten even more than it already was. "Bottoms up," she heard the Deer say. The blatant pun made her giggle. She put the thimble to her muzzle and poured the blue wine onto her tongue. It was quite cold, and fizzy, just like it should be. At first, it tasted no different than before, until it hit the back of her mouth. Her large eyes grew even larger as the subtle spicy flavor, the flavor of her own fire-cleansed nether chamber, took her by surprise. Her purr grew louder and she started to writhe on the table, her bottom clenching hard around the carrot that Brannel had inserted in her. However, her writhings this time were not those of a girl in agony, but of a girl in need of the most intimate attentions to soothe the burning longing between her thighs. "Well well," Brannel chuckled, it appears the kitten approves of the taste of her own sweet naughty end." He gave her a pair of smacks on her rump with his paddle, which caused her writhings and pleadings for satisfaction to intensify. "Oh please, Master Brannel," she begged him, "I...I need..." her words trailed off to a pathetic whimper as she thrust her aft end up even higher, a blatant invitation for the Deer to mount and take her like a wild doe. Another smack with the paddle, and then she felt something long and thick enter her tight, slick cunt. The Ocelot gasped for breath and kneaded her claws on the table. "As much as I would like to boink you right here and now, dear kitten," Brannel apologized, "this is neither the time nor the place. So hopefully, the second carrot you have just received will satisfy you until your lover can take you later this evening." He patted her on the rump again, "And before I forget, I am christening the wine you carry up inside your ass, Blue Rosette." Next to be sampled was Sheena. Olivia envied the way the Tigress was able to contain and control her passion. She responded to her own flavor with the detached coolness of a professional wine and beer taster, and agreed with Brannel's decision to call the Tameran Porter filling her nether chamber, Prowling Sun. Finally, Brannel took a sampling of Ringtail Ale from his mate's bottom. He nodded his approval, and like with the others, inserted a carrot up her butt to hold the ale in. "Now, everyone on your feet." Lined up in front of the gehennite trough, Brannel looked his living kegs over and gave them a warm smile. He put Merriweather's collar back on around her neck, handed the large jug of Fireotter to Issibel, and expressed his gratitude for their service. "Once again, I can not thank you people enough for volunteering your tails in our moment of crisis. I guarantee that your sacrifice will not go unrewarded. In fact, by the time you leave here tonight, you will be carrying so much coin under your tails that walking itself will be a major undertaking." "Come on, dear," Ravenna prodded him, "Enough with the mushy speech. We have thirsty guests awaiting us up there." She gestured towards the stairs. "Right then," Brannel said, "you heard the lady. Let's go. Anton, attend to Kwenekka and your sister. When they are ready, Melody is to join us out in the dining room, and Kwenekka is to wait down here until I return to deliver her myself." Saying no more, Brannel led the motley group of Furlings and Orniths up the stairs, to serve their waiting guests.

FSE

Lazing about in the living room wasn’t exactly what Starry had in mind when Veena invited her over to “hang out”, but at least the latter had the bright idea to use the time to milk herself, so it all evened out. Not that the vixen would dare to suggest that she wanted anything lewd to happen, heavens no, but it just so happened that being near someone like that Espeon without going a bit red on the cheeks was… difficult. It wasn’t as if Veena was trying to make it awkward, but her very presence, courtesy of how her body looked, made things exceedingly more scandalous than they had any right to be, something that wasn’t helped by the taur herself occasionally playing into it in order to exacerbate what was already a difficult situation. To say that she was blessed would be an understatement: carrying four pairs of breasts underneath her tauric carriage, along with a further two up top on her regular chest, the Espeon-taur was hard to move around at the best of the times, even when fully drained and at the start of her milking schedule. It was just that she was also extremely productive and prone to bloating with cream at a rate far higher than most actual bovines, a fact that she was almost too proud of, and the reason for why there were multiple milking pump arrays installed in her home, a home she couldn’t quite move away from unless she wanted to end up immobilised atop a bed of dairy-stuffed udders. As such, most of her business and pleasure were conducted from within her own four walls, including any time she wanted to hang out; for Starry, who was nothing if not painfully mundane to the point of being downright average at times, the sheer difference between herself as the absolute behemoth of a boobtaur next to her made any and all meet-ups a battle between her willpower and her arousal. It didn’t help that Veena was colossal just by herself: nearing ten feet high from the top of her head to the bottom of her paws, and each of her tits being a good three feet wide at their smallest, her entire body exuded the sort of energy that was best reserved only for the sort of horned-up videos that Starry insisted she never saw, nor stored locally on her hard drive when she thought no one was looking. Even better (or worse, depending) was how nonchalant the Espeon was about the whole thing; others might very well ask for some privacy before flopping their tits out and having the suction cups attach to their leaking, engorged nips, but not Veena! She just flumped onto her recliner, had the mechanical arms peel the complex layering of clothes she had on herself, then allowed the machinery to do the rest; perhaps it wasn’t quite a coincidence that she waited until Starry was nice and settled in before doing so, maintaining eye contact throughout the whole process while keeping up polite conversation about whatever topic came to mind. The whole thing lasted little more than a couple of minutes before the milking proper began, but those two minutes were the longest ones of the vixen’s life; to sit there and watch as it happened was beyond description, her body running hotter than it would with a fever as she tried oh so hard to pretend like she didn’t want to throw herself directly into the many milky folds of the boobtaur’s body. Mercifully, this was but first impact; as with all the other times the two of them were together, it was a matter of acclimation, though Starry swore up and down the Espeon was using her psychic abilities to influence her guest into being more agreeable and less outwardly lustful. Veena herself vehemently denied any and all accusations, but always did so with the kind of smile that made it difficult to tell whether she was just being smarmy on purpose to mess with her friend, or actually hiding her true intentions and actions. Regardless of what the case may be, the two of them eventually fell into the typical rut of not-watching television while chatting about whatever came to mind; it was enough to get Starry into the right state of mind where she wouldn’t even notice the rhythmic pumping of the milkers right next to her… and in the right state where she began wondering about the oddest things. “You think I might be part Nickit?” the vixen mused, grabbing her bushy tail and trying to arrange its tip into a more appropriate shape, “People tell me I look the part all the time.” “Is it the brown fur?” the Espeon wondered aloud, giggling quietly, “I bet it’s the brown fur.” “Well, that, plus, you know” - Starry raised both her hands, accentuating the darker fur on them before pointing towards the same pattern visible on her exposed paws - “that and the mask around the eyes, even if I get people saying I’m part raccoon instead just to mess with me.” “I think you’d know if you were part Pokémon, Starry,” Veena replied, chuckling to herself quietly at the mere thought that her friend would actually think that to be true. “Well, how do you know if I would know?” the vixen fired back indignantly. “Well, let’s go down the list, then” - the Espeon turned to face Starry, crossing her arms over her topmost bust - “Can you tell whether or not you have levels?” “What?” “Do you know what your stats are? Baseline, current, and which ones go up faster?” “Veena, what the fuck are you o-” “What about moves? Do you know any special moves?” Starry hesitated. From the look on her face, she clearly wanted to keep protesting what she saw as a ridiculous line of questioning, yet at the same time she had the perfect opportunity for a dumb joke just given to her on a silver platter, and she wasn’t about to waste it. With a smile, she straightened her back, looked Veena straight in the eyes, crossed her own arms, and after leaning her head back with a single raised eyebrow and a smirk, replied: “Well, Hook seems to think so!” Veena snorted immediately, having to look away to keep herself from giggling too hard. Even when she did speak, it was with significant and clear difficulty, having to stop from breaking into a loud cackling whenever her mind grazed the absurdity of what Starry had just said. “Not those, but… g-good effort, sure, why not?” - yet more giggles - “Listen, all of what I just said? It just sorta comes naturally when you’re one of us; I can’t explain it any more than you can explain how you breathe without realising it, but it’s true. On the other hand, if you’re part Nickit, maybe you just inherited the type-advantages and nothing else… hmm, if that’s the case, then you’d be classified as a Dark type, I think, which would make you resistant to Psychic-type moves, like the ones I have! Ready to have it tested out?” “Wait, what ar-” “Good, fantastic, hold still.” Starry didn’t even have the time to get a single word out before she felt her whole world being turned upside down, tugged on by invisible strings as Veena, seemingly effortlessly, levitated her up from the couch. The vixen did get plenty of yelping done though, that much was for certain; indeed, if the neighbours weren’t already used to those sorts of noises coming from the Espeon’s apartment, owing to her prodigious and rather head-tilting amount of entries in her little black book, they might’ve wondered what was happening. Instead, the few who still cared enough to be able to listen shrugged and took another step on the long road to simply tuning out whatever came from within that apartment, carrying on with their day just like Veena carried on with hers; smiling like an idiot, the boobtaur eventually put her friend down, crumpled and upside-down, with Starry having to tumble over herself just to find where the ground was. “See, this is why you’re not part Nickit,” Veena capped off, giggling quietly to herself, “but if you’d like, I can offer you some Rare Candy, I heard it has wonderful effects outside Pokémon physiology!” “Like what?” Starry eventually replied, grumpy and pouty from the sudden lesson in psychic anti-gravity, “Will it make me resistant to being pulled in the fucking air?” “No, but it’ll do something like this. Just watch.” Veena snapped her fingers, and with that simple gesture a small panel slid open on the ceiling directly above her. From it descended a small plate on a platter, almost like a dumbwaiter of sorts, one that had not food, but several pieces of wrapped candy on it. Starry had heard of those things, though very little of what they were supposed to actually do; she knew they made Pokémon more powerful, but apart from that generalisation, she didn’t have much in the way of clues. Veena, however, seemed more than happy to demonstrate, as she plucked one of the snacks, unwrapped it to reveal what appeared to be a perfectly mundane chocolate bar, then downed it in one go. For a few brief moments, nothing happened; Starry was beginning to convince herself that all changes were internal, impossible to see for someone like herself, maybe even something like those “stats” or “levels” that Veena had mentioned. After those brief moments were done, however, the reality of it set in and Starry was given a front row seat to what it was like for the Espeon to have an unfortunate bloating incident. She’d also heard about those, and in far more detail than was perhaps necessary, given how much Veena liked to go on at length about things she enjoyed doing; the vixen had heard all about the tightness, the milky overload, the scent of dairy permeating the air as the very essence of it was sublimated into the atmosphere, everything really. She’d heard of it, and for years she dreamed of being able to see one for its full duration; now, out of nowhere, apropos of nothing in particular, Starry sat there, staring sideways at Veena as their multiple sets of udders began bloating, their contents slorshing aggressively as the suction cups struggled to remain fixed to their increasingly larger teats. The machinery hidden behind the walls whirred into action, presumably having detected a much larger and powerful flow, yet even then there were already multiple splotches of milk adorning the ground, courtesy of the vacuum seal having been broken by a combination of size and productivity. The whole room seemed to shake under the sudden encroachment of multiple swelling udders, yet Veena herself looked to be about as unfazed by everything going on with her body as one could possibly be: her warm, soft smile was still there, her eyes were still focused on Starry’s, and after a point, she even leaned forward onto her own busts to give the smaller vixen a pat on the head. All of this and more took place in just a measly thirty or so seconds, even if it felt significantly longer for the visitor, who had to sit there and watch as her friend grew so much larger, so much fuller, so much more productive; the poor pumps had their work cut out for them after each breast swelled to nearly five feet in diameter, with an accompanying upgrade to their innate dairiness. What was worse, Veena herself didn’t say anything afterwards; the whole thing might’ve been slightly more bearable had the Espeon deigned to offer a single comment, even if a trite one, just to break apart the spell and return to some semblance of normality. Anything, even just a dumb joke, would’ve sufficed; instead, the taur reached for the plate again, procuring yet another piece of candy… and offering it to Starry instead of taking it for herself. “I can’t promise you that it’ll do the same,” she did comment, keeping her voice at just the right tone and volume that the vixen didn’t notice the obvious psychic manipulation taking place behind it, “but it’ll absolutely do something, and I’m sure you’re dying to know what that is, aren’t you darling?” She was. She absolutely was. Starry didn’t even think before reaching out for the little piece of chocolate, salivating profusely as she fantasised about what might happen once she, too, swallowed it in one go. Bigger, fuller tits? A rounder, plumper ass? The best damn tauric body she could show off to Hook once she got back home, assuming that was something he (or herself) was into? Who knew, really? Who but herself, who took the candy in her hands and promptly shoved it into her mouth, barely chewing it before swallowing the overly sweet treat with a long, contented sigh afterwards. And again, for a while, nothing happened… a long while. A longer while than what had happened with Veena, enough that Starry began wondering whether she wouldn’t be getting anything herself; maybe the candies didn’t work on non-Pokémon, not only denying her the right to have her body grow, but the fantasy of believing herself to be at least partly like her tauric friend. For a long while, she sat there staring at her tits, practically daring them to grow, just one or two moments away from outright verbalising the thought… before it hit her. A sense of overwhelming pressure, one focused in her inner core, right around where her heart should be, forcing her eyes open in fright as she panicked at the prospect of some kind of candy-induced heart attack; Starry’s head snapped towards Veena, who disturbingly enough had a wide, almost predatory smile stamped on their face, their eyes glinting at whatever was happening as the tauress clearly enjoyed every moment of it. The pressure rose, spreading through the vixen’s front, threatening to overtake the rest of her… until it started focusing on two very specific parts of Starry’s anatomy. She couldn’t believe it, and indeed refused to for the first few moments after it became obvious: the sight of her shirt stretching wasn’t real, it was just her imagining things because she wanted it to happen and wouldn’t take no for an answer. The warmth, the fullness, even the sloshing coming from very close by were not hers, but Veena’s, and she was merely feeling it because… some reason, she hadn’t quite figured out how to rationalise that away. Nor would she, as the side of her that baulked at the notion of pretending like everything was fine had begun shouting very loudly, in defiance of the vixen apparently deciding the best course of action was to not indulge in the growth as much as possible. It became harder to ignore it, as it assimilated more and more of Starry’s subsconscious before pulling an outright hijack, forcing itself into her frontal conscious mind and pushing the older, more conservative vixen into the hole where they belonged. Now there was a new Starry there, one that looked down upon her bust and, rather than trying to come up with convoluted explanations as to why it wasn’t actually there, instead reveled in how big it was getting. Big, and full as well; it wasn’t just a matter of size, but her tits were filling up with milk as well, at least judging by how much heavier they were getting even while their size only picked up slowly[a]. Soon enough they were pushing the fabric on her shirt far enough for it to start straining the integrity of the fibres themselves, and from there it was a short step to the first few tears being opened, the sounds filling the air almost as much as the overtaxed milk pumps still working away on Veena’s many busts. Veena herself still held her gaze, looking about as disinterested as she did fascinated in an odd mixture of confusing emotions that left Starry feeling conflicted between wanting to beg the Espeon for help and slapping them across the face for their insolence. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t much the vixen could do once the pleasure strikes began in earnest, the electrical jolts firing up her spine with such intensity that it was really no wonder she ended up on her knees and on the ground within a couple of short minutes. It was the weight, Starry kept telling herself, the weight of her two breasts as they filled up, and not at all because she wanted to feel what it was like to have the space between herself and the ground filled by her soft, milk-stuffed bust. Not at all because her legs were quivering and her knees shaking, or her voice was trembling whenever she dared attempt to speak up. It was just the weight… until, of course, it absolutely was. It happened quickly enough that Starry didn’t notice the shift taking place: one moment she was making excuses for herself, the next she was legitimately stuck to the ground and incapable of pulling herself back up on account of her tits being full enough that they refused to be lifted. She did try to make eye contact with Veena, hoping perhaps that this would get the taur to do something… which it did, though not exactly in the way Starry would’ve hoped. Some help would’ve been appreciated, and indeed the Espeon “helped” in the sense that they relieved some of the pressure the vixen was feeling, but, as befitted the mistress of the house, they did so in a way that best benefitted them above all others: by clapping their hands and summoning a couple of extra milking tubes, both of which were rapidly, and suspiciously effectively plugged directly onto Starry’s engorged and already-leaking nips. The vixen thus had about a second or two before the next step of claps came, activating the machinery itself and more or less forcing her brain to hard reboot when the sensory overload made its way to it. Now, Starry had fantasised about being milked several times in the past; in fact, if she were honest with herself, she’d admit to doing so far more often than she admitted even to Hook, mostly when she was alone in the bathroom and could take her shirt off to imagine all sorts of torrid scenarios without anyone getting in her way. So to watch it happen, and so unceremoniously as well, was… conflicting. Part of her wanted it to “mean” something, in the sense that it should’ve happened with a little bit more gravitas and significance, while the rest of her was just happy that she was finally getting milked, and with a pair of breasts big enough to justify it! The latter half very rapidly overtook the former, especially when the pumps refused to stop working no matter how much milk they syphoned out of her; perhaps the worst aspect of it all was that, be it through the Rare Candy’s effects or some random quirk of her own biology, Starry didn’t look like she was stopping at any point. Sure, those like Veena had a tendency to overproduce, but they were hypers, and extremely well-endowed ones to boot; Starry herself might have had her occasional growth episodes, but her regular form was nothing if not… well, regular. So to have her milk production suddenly skyrocket like it had, and with two pumps attached to her as well, was enough to leave her well and truly insensate, enough so that she missed what was actually being done with the milk coming out of her. Typically, anything drained via the pumps would just be dumped into the holding tanks underneath the house; Veena was very particular in how she handled her excess productivity, especially considering how much of it there usually was, and never allowed any of it to be flushed out the same way water would, for instance. But for the two tubes draining Starry, the destination was not the same as the ones still attached to the Espeon; rather, the hostess had activated a very particular set, one meant to be used only for very special occasions, ones exactly such as that one. With a snap of her fingers, Veena opened another panel on the ceiling, not unlike the one that delivered the plate of candies just minutes prior. The platter lowered towards the Espeon, however, had upon it something different: a bottle. A bottle filled with a thick, white fluid, not unlike the one being pumped out of Starry on a rhythmic basis; perhaps, if the vixen had been more in control of herself, she would’ve noticed this, would’ve noticed how Veena carelessly took the bottle, then unashamedly chugged its contents like they were going out of style, a thin trickle of dairy flowing down her chin and dripping onto her topmost bust… a bust that almost instantly afterwards began to fill up. It apparently hit Veena about as hard as the candy had hit Starry, at least judging from how quickly her eyes bulged out and she sputtered out whatever milk was still in her mouth; looking down, it was clear the taur was not expecting what happened next, which, allied with her low mumbling that sounded suspiciously like a long series of “Oh god!”s, made it clear that, for once, she was experiencing something novel. For Starry, however, all she saw was the already-colossal set of mammaries the boobtaur sported bloating even further, taking up enough space on the ground that they began encroaching upon her, threatening to push her aside in their apparently unstoppable advance. The gurgling and sloshing coming from within them crescendoed to a climax before staying there and refusing to come back down, aggressively rumbling until the air in the room seemed to tremble with the vibrations coming out of that increasingly more colossal titstack; no matter how much the pumps worked, no matter how much cream they struggled to transport, there was always at least twice as much ready to be delivered, then thrice, then so much more until it was no longer feasible to even begin to assume the Espeon could be contained. Seconds, that was all it took for her tits to bloat up to nearly eight feet across, eight feet of stuffed dairy production of a level so ludicrous that Veena had actually reached something of a critical tipping point: she couldn’t output properly. Her teats were large, yes, big enough that most people wouldn’t be able to fit them in their mouth, but unfortunately for her, they weren’t enough to help relieve all the pressure from inside her, causing more and more milk to remain backed-up and force her to grow further as a result. And though this process did eventually stabilise when her inherent productivity wound down to levels that could actually be controlled, by that point each of her tits was nearly ten feet across, and the poor boobtaur was stuck sideways and almost buried by a row of busts of such immense weight that she could barely even breathe… all while Starry looked on, transfixed, stuck between wanting to reach out and grab the tiddy and dealing with her own problems closer to home. The vixen wasn’t nearly as large as her friend was, and still only possessed of a single pair, but that one singular bust was more than enough to keep her pinned down, being about as wide in its entirety as Starry herself was tall, and about three time as heavy, if not even more! The pumps, thankfully, were still functional, even if this only did more harm than good; it felt as if her being drained was actively making her produce more, presumably as a result of her body feeling like it had to overcorrect by producing even more dairy to fill her back up, since clearly her default state should be nothing short of “absolutely stuffed”. Now, why exactly the Espeon beside her was groaning and moaning like someone was doing unspeakable things to them, Starry had no clue, but she wasn’t about to ask any questions, not when she could be doing something more productive, like rocking back and forth atop her tits in order to further stimulate milkiness by way of draining herself faster. It soon became an automatic reflex, with the vixen not having to think about moving her legs for them to do all the work in her stead, moving her in soft, gentle motions at a rhythm that closely resembled that of her heartbeat. One inch at a time, one push at a time, she used her weight to press down on her bust and force the dairy out, giving her breasts more reason to fill up faster in order to keep up with the demand. The result? An ever-expanding set of tits that only ever bent her spine further, at least until Starry finally decided to get back on her feet and start living the dream of having a bed of breasts of her very own, one that only grew fuller with each second that ticked by. And as it grew fuller, so too did Veena moan louder, especially when she tried forcing herself back into something resembling a proper seating position; she obviously couldn’t reach the ground anymore, but she could at least try to place her tits directly beneath her, serving as a throne of sorts. It took a significant amount of effort, not to mention a whole lot of dangerous rumbling and groaning as the wall next to her and the ceiling above her head were used for leverage as the taur tilted herself sideways, a lumbering tree falling upwards with a long, heaving sigh; Veena’s cheeks were bright red, contrasting wonderfully with her soft purple fur, and with the sheer amount of sweat pouring down her whole form, one could be forgiven for thinking she’d just run a marathon rather than simply straightened herself out from a sideways sitting position. Then again, with that amount of boob underneath and in front of her, perhaps she could be excused… though the sudden look of greedy thirst stamped on her face the moment she looked down at Starry was, perhaps, less excusable. The Espeon didn’t even say anything; instead, she clapped her hands and produced a series of mechanical arms from the walls, leaving the vixen wondering if there was a specific pattern to her claps or if the taur was using her psychic abilities and keeping the gestures for the dramatic flair alone. Whatever the case, the long-inadequate pumps barely attached to the tips of Veena’s nips were removed, and a new set procured and installed in just a handful of seconds, perfectly plugging the Espeon up and leaving her ready for yet another round. Because she was going for another round, and there was nothing that Starry could do to stop her, not now that she herself was immobilised by size and paralyzed by pleasure overload. A small part of her, the tiny shred of sanity she still had left, was screaming at the vixen to stop and turn back before it was too late; the rest of her, however, gleefully shouted at her to throw herself off the cliff harder and forget about ever having any kind of self-control whatsoever. Hadn’t she already gotten that far? Weren’t her tits already so bloated that she couldn’t even move properly? Why turn around and try to undo this if it was exactly what she wanted, especially with her friend Veena being so gleeful about the whole process as well? The Espeon was even raving about her, saying something about her milk having “amazing properties” and making comments about Rare Candy that went entirely above Starry’s head; clearly, her lactic produce must be of superior quality, or else why would the taur look so happy after drinking some of it? Why else would Veena look so giddy when she summoned yet another glass bottle filled with cream, that time being careful enough to drink it down one small gulp at time so she could feel herself bloat even harder than before? Heavens above, the room was warm, so much more than it had been before, and yet all Starry could think about was how much hotter she wanted it to be, how much more heat she needed in there to truly drive up whatever it was she was feeling: pleasure? Bliss? A divine form of ecstasy? Hard to tell really, given the mixture of sensations coming from every form of sense she had, coupled with the overwhelming pressure within her bust. At least she had her own milking pumps to keep her safe and sound… even if she was still bloating no matter how much cream was pumped out of her. Even if Veena, too, was growing far in excess to what she usually did; something about “liquified rare candy!”, delivered with an enthusiastic note at the end and throughout, leading to the whole room being increasingly filled with Espeon boob, the ground flooded with a thickening layer of dairy that only ever seemed to get deeper, no matter how loudly the milking machines ran. That was fine though. She was fine. More than fine, in fact, judging by how warm and fuzzy her body was, how warm and fuzzy Veena was, and just how high the milk coating was getting. Soon enough there wouldn’t be any room left that wasn’t touched by the lactic blessing that was both of their brands of milk, seeing as even the enlarged pumps weren’t enough to keep Veena fully contained any longer. And it wouldn’t be long before Starry herself needed an upgrade, only to then eventually outgrow that one as well, going upwards and upwards until there wasn’t much left of the room besides one giant pool of milk growing ever greater and waiting to burst into the outside world. And she, Starry, would grow; grow and be bountiful, and milky, and big, and all-encompassing, and when Hook got to see her, then goodness would he be surprised. He’d jump right into the middle of those milkers and never leave, which was perfectly fine by her as far as Starry was concerned. Warmth and marshmallow, forever… or at least for as long as the candy’s effects lasted. Whichever came first. [a]BOOKMARK - 2500 WORDS

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Title: Airship Down Part 2 by Puma Concolor Tags: Cougar, Cougaress, Coyote, Hermaphrodite, M/F/F, Transformation \_ **Airship Down** \_ \_ **Part 2** \_ By Puma Concolor A Fan ship work for a very talented writer Femmpaws *Karen is copyrighted by* Femmpaws and used with express permission. Editing done by a very good friend Dasher Cheetah We had turned North out of Mt Vernon where I had left my fellow drivers with a brief and cryptic explanation and had taken several back roads to bring us just to our destination. "Karen, you need to wake up hun." I said to the very pretty Courgress setting in the passenger seat of my old \_Freightliner. This was the lady pilot we had picked up earlier that day along with her precious cargo and agreed t\_o help get home. "Mmmm. What time is if Puma?" She asked with a yawn and a very sexy stretch. "Around 2:30." "2:30? We should have been on the island hours ago. You promised! Where are we Puma!" Shi demanded glaring at me. "Go easy hun, We're ok. I got a call shortly after you dozed off. It was from your crew. They rerouted us here for the transfer. We're about two miles from the coast, in a little wooded area just about 200 yards on the US side of the boarder?" "But how did they know I went down and how did they know I was with you? It's got to be some kind of a double cross!" "No no. It seems some of my contacts knows your contacts and my one contact always seems to know where I all the times." I grinned sheepishly. "Are you sure? I mean, it seems awful fishy. I'm really not up to a fire fight but if that what it takes..." "Calm down Karen. I trust my contact with me life. Gods know how many times she has saved it." "She?" Yea. I hope I get a chance to introduce her to you some time." "Ok... but this had better not be some kind of a trap." "It's not.." I assured hir as I pulled over at the designated abandoned parking area. "Isn't that what Custer told his troupes at the Little Big Horn?" As we got out of the truck leaving only the parking lights lit and walked around to the front together I could sense the presence of several others nearby. I guess Karen could sense them as well as I could feel her tense up through her light flight jacket. "How was the flight over Wichita?" Came a voice from the gloom. "Cloudy, Ceiling at 3500 feet!" Karen replied, relaxing a bit. "What?" I whispered to Karen. "Password."She whispered back. There was a bit of mumbling before a new but very familiar voice echoed from the night, "Who's the Sexiest fur you know?" A smile crossed my muzzle as I shouted back, "You already know the answer to that question \_ **Coyote!** \_" I leaned over and whispered to Karen, "Remember that contact I told you about? You are about to meet her." Several lights came on and out of the glair approached an absolutely beautiful coyote anthro. She came up to us with a rather insatiable grin and sexy sway as she walked up to us and offered Karen her paw. "Hi. You must be Karen. I'm Coyote. Big Kitty's protégé and partner in debauchery, the one who he was going to introduce you to." She snickered. "Aaaa..." Karen looked at me utterly baffled while gingerly taking Coyote's paw. "Trust me. The answer to your next question will only leave you more confused. Just go with it." Several humans and anthros stepped up with Flashlights and lanterns. A couple were even wearing US and Canadian border patrol uniforms. All seemed very happy to see us. "Karen?" Asked a very petite Border Collie. "Yes?" "We're here to escort the cubs over the border to a safe house. You're more than welcome to come if you wish?" "What's going to happen to the cubs?" Karen demanded "They will be paced with families inside our colonies. There they will be processed as Canadian Citizens where they will be protected under Canadian law. Once this is done even if they should ever return to the US, neither the center nor anybody else would dare touch them." "You sure?" "If I wasn't I wouldn't have had this done." she said with a smile lifting her ear and shinning her flash light in showing evidence of having a tattoo laser removed long ago. Anyone acquainted with the center would know having the tags removed would be labeled an act of treason under US law and that person would be imprisoned for a very long time. After several minutes of questioning and Karen repeatedly declining to go over the boarder, the cubs made good their goodbyes and with lots of hugs were taken north to a new life of freedom. Karen, Coyote and I stood watching as everyone disappeared into the night. Karen had absentmindedly wrapped her arms around me from behind as shi stood very relaxed for almost two minutes. A calmness seemed to wash over me and feeling of contentment filled my mind as images first of the cubs and them Karen. Each etched themselves into my memories. I crossed my arms over hers hugging them purring softly. "You do care!" She whispered. "Huh?" I asked looking up at Karen. "You do care about me. I can feel it. You don't care if I am a...a.." "Go ahead and say it love. Herm. And yes he feels very deeply for you." Coyote stated. "But, Isn't he your mate? I can feel that too?" "Well... sorta. What we have is special. I don't place any collar on him other than the one of his heart but he put that there and handed me the leash. He has more love in him than I ever deserve and I want him to share. To touch and teach others how to unconditionally except those around them." Coyote said stepping up to me and hugging me trapping both my and Karen's arms against her chest as she kissed me. After almost a full minute she broke the kiss and looked up at Karen. Coyote's eyes seemed to sparkle as if captured by the Courgeress's very soul, they stared at each other for several minutes. "Come here and do it, you want to so bad. Come to me Karen. Allow yourself to do what your Heart desires" As if captured in some spell shi leaned over pressing hir lips to coyote's. Their lips opened as I knew their tongues were caressing and dancing together. Again a feeling of peace and love washed over me. I realized this was more than just my feelings but were being projected by Karen. It was a combination of all three of us and I knew Coyote could feel it as well. As my senses began to refocus I realized the kiss had ended and yet I was still embraced between the two ladies. It was Karen who first spoke as Coyote was still under the spell of the kiss, standing there with her eyes closed and her tongue hanging slightly out. "Ammm, we should get back inside. It's getting a little chilly out here. Ok?" " Mmm I'm not sure about the chilly part but that sleeper sounds like a great idea to me..." Coyote murred." As the embrace broke Karen took one of my paws and Coyote with the other and led us back around to the passenger's side door. As I opened it Karen scampered in, barley using the steps before dissipating into my double sleeper. Coyote was next but I stopped her with a paw on her shoulder. She turned and looked at me with a very puzzled look. "I'm not sure how far this is going but if you've spelled her just to have some fun...If this is not of her free choice, I'll not have any part of it Coyote!" "Spell her? Puma, can't you feel it? She is the strongest empath I've ever encountered. When we kissed, shi read me. Shi read my soul all the way down to every last hair on my pelt! Shi knows everything about me, every emotion, every feeling I have. And I know what she wants, what she needs. No, I didn't spell her as you call it, if anything\_ **Shi** \_spelled me...." "Hay you two! You coming? I'm getting lonely up here so get your tails in here before I have to come drag you both in here, kicking and screaming if necessary!" Karen was now looking out at us from the sleeper with it very apparent that both hir jacket and shirt were now missing. Coyote and I looked at each other, slowly grinning before turning and nearly running over each other scrambling into the truck to join this alluring temptress. Coyote made a grab at the crotch of my pants distracting me and causing me to stumble a bit. She then used this advantage to bound up over me into the cab. As I fallowed her in I was greeted by her jeans and shirt in my chest, and as I rounded the corner, her damp panties made a perfect ringer on the end of my muzzle. As I cleared my line of vision I saw that Karen sat on the end of my bunk wearing only simple white panties and a sports bra. Coyote, now naked as the day I first met her set tucked up under Karen's arm her tail wagging happily, both staring at me hungrily. "Is, is anything, w,,,wrong?" I stammered feeling much less the predator and more the prey. "Yes, you still have cloths on.. " Karen purred. "I can fix that." Coyote said as she reached out snapping her fingers and pointing at the floor. My clothing first loosened then clung to me for a moment before falling off like laundry from a broken close line leaving me standing in nothing but my cap. "Better?" Coyote asked still staring at me. "Mmmm Much..." Karen answered licking hir lips. I stood dazed only for a moment debating if I should try to cover up, instead opted to just turn off the bright overhead lighting leaving the softer more \_intimate\_light over the bunk. I set down on my legs on the other side of Karen, trying to add a bit more height as shi was so much taller than I. She wrapped her arm around me drawing me closer. She looked at me with dreamy eye for several moments with intense longing before looking back at Coyote as if asking for silent permission. Coyote smiled broadened and while looking deep into hir eyes gave a nod of approval. As Karen brought hir attention back to me, shi leaned down a bit as your lips meet for the first time. It only took a moment before I felt her tongue teasing my lips as if seeking a way in. I parted mine allowing her passage as she licked over my teeth. I opened wider and she rushed in finding my tongue as they twisted and danced together. Then it came... At first as a little nudge, like something small checking to see if it was safe and welcome. It grew a little as I mentally embraced it. It was probing yet gentle as if still cautious and ready to flee at the first sign of displeasure. I opened myself to it fully and it came rushing in. It washed over me like warm water. It looked into every hope and fear in me. It felt my love, my hate my pain and my pleasure. This was not just a taking of my emotions but also a feeding. I could feel her as well. I felt hir want for love, hir need for closeness and desire for acceptance. Yes she knew me now and I now knew hir, and I was damn well doing to give her everything I had. As the kiss broke Shi was left panting for breath but I was unwilling to stop. I kissed down hir chin and neck leaving small wet spots everywhere I stopped and nibbled. Karen moaned softly as I ran my paws down her back stopping at the bra strap. There I felt Coyot's paw just starting to curl under, I joined her in her effort to rid this beautiful creature of the restrictive garment. We paused only long enough to rise hir arms and bra over her head and off her arms before she even had a chance to protest, although she was much too far enticed to even care. I resumed my voyage leaving a trail of little wet kisses. As I worked myself lower over her chest I could feel coyote was doing much the same. I cupped her soft but firm breast in my paw as I gently pinched and rolled her pert nipple in between my fingers extracting a low moan. I took a moment to reposition then used both paws to cup and admire hir beautiful breast. The dusty rose colored areola was not too large just slightly larger than a quarter but the nipple stood erect and pebbled. I leaned in and drew my tongue over the sensitive nib making sure the avoid the rough center, exciting hir without discomfort. She shuddered and moaned as I captured it in my lips and started to suckle. I felt Coyotes cheek brush mine knowing she was treating the other breast to the same pleasure. Karen's paws had not remained idol as she was now running her fingers through our hair and pressing us gently into her breasts. I too was not content to just nurse from her as I slipped my paw between her legs and teased the fur high on the inside of her thigh. Karen's moans and purr was growing steadily louder. Several moments had passed before I broke my suction and got up to repositioned myself kneeling before hir. As I reached up her legs and hooked the edge of her now very wet panties Coyote stopped and was now watching what I was doing. Karen looked at me for a moment and with a soft smile lifted her weight so that I may remove them. I pulled them slowly down her legs, once free taking them gently to my nose to inhale her scent deep into my lungs. "You need more Puma? As if this room isn't situated enough with our heat?" questioned Coyote with a soft smerk. "The scent of a lady is to be savored my M'Love. You should know as many times as I have woken you with my nose refreshing my memory in the mornings." "Honey, Most of those mornings,,, It was more than just your nose ." Coyote murred lustfully. "I think it's sexy and hot, myself" Karen giggled. "You wait tell morning lady, it's more than hot, It's mind blowing..." I didn't say another thing but only leaned in and kissed the courgerss's knees then looked up into hir lust laden eyes. Shi opened her legs a bit as I placed my paws on her knees and place two kisses on the inside of her lower thighs. With each kiss and nip I spread her legs just a bit wider. As I reached my goal with the last two kisses I backed away to admire the treasure that lay only inches away. Hir petals swelled, opening for me like a red rose to the morning sun, hir clitoris peeking from under it hood as hir juices dripped like the morning dew. I leaned forward and drew my tongue over hir sensitive lips savoring hir taste like a fine wine. Shi gasped, shuddered, and moaned very loudly. I was lapping at hir. Driving my tongue ever deeper into hir each time. I curled my tongue up and probed the top of hir vagina looking for that one special spot. I found it, a little pocket of nerves gathered in a spongy place just a little ways in. my reward was a flood of hir delicious sweet nectar. " OH GODS! THAT'S SOOO GOOD!" She screamed as hir whole body shuddered. I felt Coyotes paw on the back of my head as she leaned down to my ear and whispered, " It's time to take this to the next step Love. I know this won't be your cup of tea but I want you to go with this. I need you to find her clit and suck it. Suck it no matter what it does. Just remember she is female and male. I need you to do this, she needs you to do it. Please..." I didn't answer but wondered what Coyote had in mind but suckling hir little nub didn't bother me in the least. I found it peaking from under it's hiding place. I nuzzled it taking it in my lips and flicked it with my tongue getting another loud moan from hir. As I suckled it slowly increasing pressure it swelled with more and more blood. "Ok Love, I'm going to turn your clocks forward a bit. Don't worry, I'll turn them back after we're done if you want. I may just teach you how to do it, that way you can be who you want, when you want..." All I heard was a soft moan from Karan. I first noticed hir clit squirmed a bit in my lips then grew a bit more. I glanced up at Coyote who was rubbing Karen's tummy with both paws. She rubbed down lower brushing my nose. It felt like static building on her paws every time she got close.. The clit grew another inch or two. It had to be almost 5 or sex inches when I looked up at Coyote with a worried expression. "It's ok big Kitty, you're doing great. You know I won't let anything bad happen to you so keep going, don't quit on me. Please.. Ok?" Coyote looked at me with a sweet pleading expression. What could I do? I was committed. I just blinked at her and bobbed my head and increasing the suction in the clit. I should have been gagging as the thing was well into the back of my muzzle, the only way I was getting any air was when I pilled back. Coyote had placed her paw on the back of my head and was cooing in my ear to calm me. I was trying to do what she wanted but it was getting increasingly hard to take the full length. "Take a deep breath and swallow hard Puma.. here comes the last bit.." Coyote warned as I took a quick and deep breath. As I started to swallow she pressed hard on my head. It drove my nose into Karen's tummy and hir clit deep into my throat. It sprung at least another three inches completely blocking my airway. I wasn't gagging or feeling lack of air but the barbs were very very uncomfortable.. Wait, barbs?? BARBS! This wasn't a clit, it was a COCK!! A CAT"S COCK! I stared to struggle but it was much too late. The barbs latched into my throat and locked us together. I started to struggle more but stopped when I felt teeth, canine teeth gripping the back of my neck. Instinct kept me frozen as the teeth keep me from fighting anymore.. Several long moments ticked by as the thick long cock throbbed. I never did feel strangled; I guess Coyote was doing something feeding me air perhaps, keeping me from passing out. Soon the barbs softened and Coyote slowly pulled me off of it. Once she released me I sat down and stared at her. I couldn't believe it. My Coyote had forced me to do something I didn't want to do. True to her word she didn't let anything happen to me, as a matter of fact I didn't even feel so much as a sore throat despite knowing I had tried to pull from the barbed cock and it had cut into me. But still, I was... raped! Coyote stared at me with a saddened and apologetic look on her face.. She glanced down a moment and returned her eyes to me. I fallowed her gaze, there between Karen's spread legs was the monster that had just moments ago been down my throat. It was ... huge. At least 9 inches long with a girth of what must have been 3 inches. It stood pulsing and steel hard as a steady stream of pree emerged from the tip and ran down it's length. Just below where the \_scrotum\_would have been on an ordinary male was perfect pussy. Deep red and glistening with juices. It lay open and inviting, begging me to come to it. I looked back at Coyote, I now understood why she had done what she had. She needed me to stimulate the male in hir to guide hir body toward its male half as she worked the catalyst of time to make the change possible. If I had known before hand I may have not have participated. It may not have been what I wanted to do, but it was necessary. "...sorry..." Coyote whimpered. "You owe me..." I softly growled. "A debit I will pay a thousand times over... Please just forgive me?" She said with a pouty face she knew would melt my heart. "You , at my side, not poofing out for years at a time.. We'll discuss how many decades later..." "Sounds like a deal... M'Lord" A sly sexy smile crossing her muzzle. The type that made me think I may have just made a deal I might regret.. "...oh gods.. I... I n...need to cum... Please, let me cum..." I lustful moan came from the creature laying in sexual torment. "Come Love, We can't leave her like this.." Coyote looked back at me hopefully. "No.... We can't..." I said as I crawled back up between her legs and gently sniffed her feminine folds. I tentatively licked up her wetness to find her ever a even sweeter taste. Perhaps a mixture of hir nectar and pree, it was intoxicating. I drove into her lapping her deeply . I glanced up at Coyote as she busied herself with the new cock that had been created just moments ago. "Aaaaa! I need more! Please! I need it!!" Karen pleaded. Coyote looked down ar me as I looked back up into her eyes. She smiles and winked at me and dropped her muzzles down to the base of the hard shaft. Pressing her tongue to the top side and waited. I knew what she had in mind. Well, what could it hurt, not that I hadn't been there just moments before. This was a female and a male, a person. More over this was Karen, someone I valued and desired. This was my friend. I started low, on the perineum and with slow deliverance dragging my tongue up over her feminine lips and continued up. As I reached hir shaft and curled my tongue around the underside to meet Coyote's we traveled up slowly sandwiching hir between us as we savored each other, completing the union of mind and soul of this wonderful creature and us. We paused only for a moment to reposition. I placed the tip of my cock to Hir dripping feminine folds as Coyote still facing me straddled Karen taking the tip of her shaft into hers. As she slowly sank on the shaft I pressed myself in, Our courgeress trembled and moaned in\_ecstasy. As we meet, crotch to crotch, wetness to wetness, the union between us both in body had mind became one. I pulled back as Coyote did the same, as if on cue we drive ourselves back crashing into each other, Karen arching her back to meet us. WE pounded at each other for what seemed like hours. I was fighting to maintain control of myself but was quickly losing the battle to my lust and animal instinct. We were all close, so close. I felt Karen tense as did Coyote, it hit like fireworks. Karen griped me like a vice as Coyote her tongue hanging out to one side threw her head back and howled. My cock exploded filling Karen's womb with my hot life giving seed as my testacies drew up forcing everything they had into this orgasm. I threw my head back as my voice joined the others in our primal song..\_ *We had gone several rounds, each sharing each other until we latterly could not move any longer.. Something woke me. Perhaps a movement, or the lack of a presence. I opened my eyes to look into the peaceful slumbering face of our courgress. But when I lifted my head Coyote was missing from her other side. A quick glance around and I found her setting on the end of the bunk seemingly deep in thought. I swung my legs over and came up to set next to her.* *"What's wrong Love?"* *"Nothing, just thinking..." Coyote said in a whisper as to not disturb Karen.* *"About?"* *"You remember when you once asked if I had ever given birth to a cub?"* *"Yes, several times as a matter of fact. Each time you avoided the answer."* *"Well,,, the answer is no... I never have."* *"Oh? With everything you have to do I can see there might not be time..."* *"Time? Oh come on... I can live a thousand years in a day or make a day last a thousand years. Time is no excuse."She said toying with some cum oozing from her well used pussy.* *"What would you say if I decided to have one? A cub that is..." She said as I reached in and with two fingers scooped some of the cum from her folds.* *"Who would be the father?" I asked as I took a gentle sniff and lick at our combined juices. Between Karen and I she must have been filled to the bursting point with our seed.* *Coyote took my paw and before taking my fingers into her muzzle to suckle what remained, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Would it matter?"* *I looked at her for a moment, then over my shoulder at the courgeress sleeping with a soft smile. Looking back at my Coyote, pulling my fingers from her muzzle and pulling her even closer. Just before our lips meet, I whispered, "Not to me my mate, not to me..."*

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Title: House of Temptation Ch. 03 Tags: drama, nonhuman novella *This part of my story has guy on guy with girl so if you are not into this, then you might not want to read on.* \* Terra sneaks quietly into Simon's quarters. She had not seen Michael since the confrontation in the hallway outside her room, except Simon was not alone, but she couldn't see who he was with. Before she could slip out undetected she was suddenly pulled back so that she was trapped against the far wall, able to see everything, but unable to move. She gasps out in shock as she see's who is kneeling at Simon's feet sucking on his cock. Simon looks up at Terra against the wall and dissolves the cloths she has on. He cast a spell around her so that she can watch but cannot be seen or heard by anyone but him. He spreads her arms and legs out so she cannot touch herself, but he as total access to her naked body. He is glad he had noticed her before Michael had. This is going to be an interesting night. Simon clasps onto Michael's head sliding his cock a little deeper into his talented mouth. He is one of the only ones who could take all of Simon into his mouth as he is part demon. His mother summoned a demon to help her family escape from hunters. He wanted her for a week as payment. After her week had ended, she went back home, a month later she found out she was pregnant, but she died in child birth. That is when Michael came to live with Simon. Michael is a powerful warlock, but his Demon DNA enhances his powers. The changes came to Michael when he hit puberty his anger became uncontrollable and is body just kept growing more and more muscular, making his magic harder to control in an aroused or emotional state. In his youth he was over exuberant and ended up hurting a few girls, so he kept himself from them for a long time. When he saved Simon things changed. Simon being tormented for years and Michael need for companionship brought them together, and they have been closer that most think. Simon smiles as he knows what Terra will see tonight. He pulls Michael off of his hard member till he's standing in front of him. They might be similar in height but that is where their likeness ends. Where Simon is fair, Michael is dark, Simon might be well defined, but Michael is overly muscular. Simon still thinks that he owes Michael for taking him out of that hell he was in, but because of the help Simon gave him to be able to gain control of himself, Michael feels that he has been more than repaid. But every now and again he cannot control his actions and goes to Simon who he knows can handle his lack of control, and Terra pushes him to his limits. He held off as long as he could and tried other women but they just are not Terra and he had no interest in them. Simon pushes him down onto the bed, Michaels monstrous cock splits in two as he lands on his back, giving the impression of two snakes awaiting attention. Simon smiles at Terra's gasp sensing her deepening arousal. Simon joins Michael on the bed reaching over to take each of his cocks into his hands. Simon strokes each of Michael's cocks using his strength to pump each in turn making Michael close his eyes in pleasure. Simon looks over at Terra sliding his hand to Michaels tip, spreading his leaking juices around his pulsating head. He gazes at her as he flicks his tongue across Michael cock head, she jerks as she feels it on her exposed aching clit. He takes one of Michaels cocks deep into his mouth scraping his teeth over the head on his way back causing Michael to thrust his hips forward and Terra to scream out as her clit receives the same treatment. Terra tenses as Michael sits up in bed sniffing the air looking directly at her, he growls as he thrusts his hard cock into Simon's mouth, using long deep thrusts. They are so sexy together their strong manly naked body's, so masculine, so virile, pleasing each other. The visual and physical stimulation has her pussy swollen and pulsating, loving the attention she receives from the tantalizer and the two men on the bed. Michael looks around the room trying to find where Terra's scent is coming from, but there is no one, he loses concentration as Simon slides his mouth off his tip, licking his way down one cock to the other, sinking it deep into his mouth back and forth sucking each deep into his talented mouth. Between Simon's ministrations and that arousing sent of Terra his control has snapped. Michael pushes Simon off of him. He grabs Simon, pushing him down head first into the mattress. He kneels behind Simon rubbing the hard tip of his cock along his crack, he spreads his precum along Simon's ass getting it nice and slippery, before he slides one finger in then out a few times, before adding another finger stretching him, then a third, teasing him a little but preparing him for his member. Michael pulls out of Simon, looking down at his hard cocks, Terra watches in fascination as they circle each other becoming one monster mussel. It is as big as her forearm, with the head as big as her fist, with a ribbed edge all the way around the head and down the shaft. He stroke his cock along Simon's crack trying to catch his breath to be able to gain some residents of control, before he'll slide his member inside of Simon, he spreads his precum to ease his entry, as his liquid is a special component in it, so that any orifice can take his monster cock without it ripping them. Simon regains his watch on Terra, she is so turned on that she has developed a puddle on the floor between her legs her eyes glued to the scene on the bed. She can feel every stroke of Michael's cock along her wet pussy as he slides it along Simon's ass. Terra anticipates the fullness inside her as he it slides to the opening of Simon's back door feeling the pressure at the entrance to her moist hole. Simon braces himself for the entrance of Michael's hard member. He can feel hard cock sliding along his raised back end. Simon grips on to the headboard as he feels Michael's cock at the entrance of his puckered hole. Simon feels the teasing tip of Michael's head sliding in and out, getting him past the tight ring. He applies a steady pressure until he is about half way in, before sliding out almost all the way, just leaving the head inside with each thrust, going deeper and deeper. Simon knuckles turn white with the pressure of not trying to thrust back, letting Michael control his penetration. The pain pleasure is almost too much, as he feels his balls press closer to his body. Simon keeps his concentration on Terra letting her feel the pleasure of having her cavern filed, mimicking the movement of being fucked, as he gets fucked from her soon to be lover. Simon grunts as he feels his ass stretching, he relaxes his mussels to accommodate Michael's full length. Michael leans heavenly against Simon as he tries to gain control before he starts thrusting into his tight hole. He reaches around to grasp Simon's hard member stroking it to his plunges, back and forth as he slides in and out slowly. He has never had so much trouble staying in control but it is almost like the object of his desires, why he sought out Simon in the first place, was in the room. He even imagines her smell her in the air, that it is her he is sinking his cock into. He slowly pulls out until all that is left inside of Simon is his tip, before he thrust his full length deep in to him using slow steady strokes. Terra cannot believe what she is seeing Simon is getting his ass fucked by Michael's monstrous tool wishing she could be part of them as she is pinned against the wall unable to move. She can feel the stretching between her legs of every stroke Simon gets from Michael the slow withdrawal just to be filled again just as slowly wishing he would pick up his pace that he would fuck her harder. Her inner mussels are clamping around the invisible intruder bringing her higher and higher closer and closer. Watching Simon's thick cock encased in Michaels hand stroking it with every slow inner caress. Wishing she could be stroking Simon's cock under them. Michael thrusts become harder as his control slips, plunging his cock in...... out....... in....... out............. in, giving Simon's ass a workout. As his hand slides over Simon's head he gives it a little squeeze caching precum to moisten his journey along his shaft. His hips move faster pushing Simon forward with every thrust. Michael's eyes close and he swears he could smell her wonderful fragrance all around him; Simon pushes back on his cock squeezing his mussels breaking his control. He grabs Simons hips driving his cock in.. out..in..out in a frenzied motion. Simon has trouble keeping his concentration on Terra as Michael is pounding his ass just the way he likes it. He makes the pressure in her pussy bigger rubbing her clit at the same time bringing her to her satisfaction first. He feels Michael's hands pulling him back on his cock sliding his own hard member along the soft blanket beneath him. Michael smacks his left hand down on Simon's ass bringing him over the edge spilling his seed onto the bed beneath them, before Michael feel that he could let loose and empties his balls deep into Simon. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* If Terra thought that was it, she was sadly mistaken. After Simon gets the feeling back in his legs so that they are not so wobbly. He gets up pulling Michael with him to the wall that Terra is trapped against. He puts Michael's hands on the wall on either side of her head spreading his legs just a little. "Don't move, you think you can just fuck me and not have any consequences?" Simon asks him as he arranges him around terra without touching her. Simon slides his hands around Michael gliding them over his muscular chest in front of Terra's eyes pushing Michael a little closer to her so Simon can run the back of his hands along her still aroused body. Terra can't believe he is right in front of her close enough to touch. She gasps as she feels Simon's hands as he caresses Michael's chest in front of her. She looks up at Michael but he still cannot hear her. "She has really frustrated you hasn't she? Your cock has not lost any of its hardness, why don't you just take what she is offering?" Simon taunts them. "You know why, I have no control around her I'll end up hurting her and I could not live with myself if I did." Michael replies without moving. She looks at Simon but he just grins as he grasps Michael's hands and places them on the invisible barrier where her hands are. Michael looks back and communicates with Simon in his mind "what have you done?" He asks. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *Thank you, to everyone who encouraged me to continue on with my story. It is much appreciated.*

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Title: Belial: Changes in the Air by Von Krieger Tags: Belial, Bizarre, F/Herm, Hermaphrodite, Hyper, Hyperphallic, Incest, Other, Transformation, Transgender, multibreast, weird Belial: Changes in the Air By Von Krieger Esther groaned as she shifted in her sleep. She rubbed absently at the sore spot upon her backside, the discomfort easing her out of her dreary haze of unconsciousness and into a twilight state between waking and dream. She sighed softly as her touch brought relief and then not merely relief but pleasure. Her sleepy mind wondered why her tailbone ached so badly. There had been the protest rally the previous day where she, her sister, and several other students from Madam Dominia's School for Pure Girls had attended to shout slogans and wave placards outside the unpleasant place that had popped up near the nice section of town. She couldn't quite remember what happened, and though pure in the flesh, the students of Miss Dominia's were not above sneaking a few sips of alcohol in celebration. Perhaps she'd gone back to a classmate's apartment and had fallen asleep on an odd piece of furniture? The young woman yawned and shifted around, feeling the large, soft mass that she was lying on beneath her. She had likely fallen asleep on a beanbag chair. Esther sighed contentedly as she massaged the tender spot. She felt much better now that she'd rolled over, no longer with her tailbone jammed against a spot where the beans were compacted or something. Her hips began to buck gently, instinctively as she began to rub the aching spot harder and deeper. A warm wetness leaked from Esther as the unfamiliar sensation of arousal crept into her. It flowed not merely from her sex, but from the place where she rubbed upon the base of her spine. Esther groaned in annoyance at having popped a blister. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to wear her nicer clothes to the rally. They weren't really suited for moving around in. After all, even now her feet ached from the previous day's exertion. So did her back for that matter. Everything seemed kind of hazy to Esther. She couldn't quite recall what had happened. She recalled going to the protest, joining in with a crowd of others who felt that the Regina shelter smack dab in the middle class section of town was an unwanted nuisance at best, and outright dangerous at worst. After all, the organization catered to those whose bodies had been altered into the very expression of the deviant thoughts and desires that went through their heads. After all, Demon Seed needed fertile soil in which to grow. That was what Miss Dominia taught, after all. Esther moaned as her fingers found an unpleasant knot in her muscles, a rather large, hard, solid protrusion of muscle that must've been the result of all the walking around she'd been forced to do yesterday. Her mother had not wanted to risk one of her carriages getting... dirtied by some deviant's overly sexualized body coming too close and doing what gigantic sex organs tended to do. The young woman shuddered, recalling an event occurring the previous spring where a student at the school had her deviance come to a head and transform her into some sort of hideous bovine-lizard thing. She'd gone lust-crazy and after attacking her roommate had gone on a sexual rampage. Esther shuddered once more as she thought of her own violation. The sex-crazed pervert had spilled her seed on the balcony, and the foul fluid had dripped down and stained one of Esther's favorite dresses with its presence as she walked beneath. She was rather thankful that such was where it had ended, as she'd recognized the slight glow of the stuff and had run screaming back into her room and managed to strip off the tainted garment before it had a chance to soak through. She had, unfortunately, never been able to forget the scent of it. Another shudder wracked Esther's body as she unconsciously recalled the scent. It was... familiar for some reason. It had a weird, almost floral quality to it that tickled at her mind. Oh right! Some inconsiderate woman had forgotten to put on her perfume at home, and so had spritzed it all over herself and the people standing around her. Esther had gotten a goodly blast of the stuff to the face and had tried to ignore it at first. But it had soon dried to a sticky film upon her face and she'd excused herself from her friends to wash up at the restroom in the park. The park was the reason for the protest. After all, it was in the center of the city and lacked proper gates, though it had walls. She didn't have a problem with the middle class walking the streets and admiring the beautiful houses and estates that they would never have, but it also allowed the dregs of society to do much the same. Esther snorted, or tried to as the sound was turned into a quivering moan of pleasure as she moved on from working the knot to massaging the aches out of her wrist and forearm, which had gotten achy from holding one of the many protest signs that had been made up beforehand during Arts and Crafts classes at Miss Dominia's and distributed by the students. The young woman shuddered again at the thought of the park. She'd never been to the southern side of it, and to her surprise the facilities were just as well taken care of. She supposed the merchants and horse traders ought to be thankful that families like hers paid the groundskeepers to maintain the entirety of the park in such a magnificent state. Not to mention the wretched poor who couldn't afford indoor plumbing or the bathhouses and were forced to use the stream that ran through the park. Thankfully the spring-fed flow headed southward so that the scrubbed off filth and potential taint of the transformed stayed well away from proper people. Esther grinned as she recalled one of her favorite places in the park, a secluded area just off one of the nature trails where a pond burbled up with fresh, cool water that made a wonderful place to swim (and tan) in the summertime. Esther muttered to herself about the warming flow upon her back and down her legs. Her friends and herself had decided that they'd be heading to the park to do just that the following afternoon. She grumbled at the carelessness that had led someone to place an open bottle of tanning oil near where she'd fallen asleep, as it had obviously fallen on her as she'd shifted around to relieve the aches and pains of her body. She sighed happily as she moved on from her wrist to... what? Her leg? Her thigh? It felt too muscled to be one of Esther's skinny arms, but not quite solid enough to be a leg. Whatever it was, it seemed to rather appreciate having the aches worked out of it and it had been absolutely coated in the slick tanning oil. Had it been sitting out in the sun? Was that why it felt so warm? Esther stroked her aching limb faster and faster, then added a second hand into the mix, assuring that it was most certainly not her arm. She arched her back at the delicious sensation of the massage, delighting in the way it felt. Her body had begun to move in response to the sweet sensations of Esther working out her pains, as well as a new set of pleasant sensations that had nothing to do with Esther's hands, but rather something to do with her front.Her thi That stirred something in Esther's mind, some sort of bad dream that she'd had recently that she could only recall in her half-sleeping, half-waking state. She remembered washing her face off and then... then felt a weird tickle all down her front. She'd been standing in front the mirror, looking over her tall and scrawny frame. Esther took a bit of pride in her slender, almost boyish look. She lacked the sexual traits that would fill her mind with thoughts of wicked, prideful lust and thus was safe from the ravages of deviant alteration. But in the twisted logic of the dream world, such a thing had not kept her safe. Esther had watched in horror as her clothes began to tighten. She'd fumbled at her belt as the broadening of her hips made the tight strap of leather almost painful in a few moments. She'd watched in silent horror as her blouse pulled upward, untucking itself and exposing her midriff as breasts blossomed upon her chest. She had gasped in horror as her body rapidly sexualized before her very eyes. She'd popped several buttons from her blouse in her haste to see what was underneath and she'd felt sickened by what she saw. Not merely two breasts, but three. Three smallish tits that seemed to swell just a little bit larger with each passing moment. Esther had been nearly hyperventilating with shock, horror, and panic. It was then that she noticed the similar sensation of growth and swelling in her loins. She'd hiked up her skirt and tugged down her panties and was aghast at what she saw. Her clit was swollen, red, and the size of a dollar coin and her netherlips were similarly oversized and enlarged. But that was not the full extent of the violation, oh no. It was merely the beginning. Esther had watched with horror as... something began to extend from her crotch, just below her waistline. Within a few moments it had been obvious what it was: a pair of testicles and the sack in which they were kept. They'd reached what Esther had been taught was normal size in biology class in seconds, but they were not content to stay that way. Oh no. It seemed that they were going to compensate for Esther's lack of deviant desire by growing to a more and more obscene state with each second that passed by; golf balls, then oranges, then grapefruits, cantaloupes, melons, pumpkins, and then leaving fruits behind entirely for beach balls, and then beyond the knowledge of round things that Esther's mind had on tap for the moment. They'd finally come to a stop at some point where they were just mere inches above the ground, spreading Esther's stance wide if she wanted to avoid having them smack against the backs of her calves when she walked (a motion that brought not unpleasant, but obviously deviant bursts of unfamiliar sensation) or having her shins outright connect with them with each step she took (which was not even the slightest bit pleasant and was instead outright painful.) Esther had waited in horror, expecting something else to happen. There had to be something else, another change of some sort on the horizon just waiting to strike. You didn't just add balls to a girl and call it a day. That was silly! The testicles produced and stored semen, which was meant to be expelled from the body and into (or onto considering the scale) somebody! She'd stood and stared into the mirror and looked over herself, waiting for the next change to strike. But no such change had occurred. She needed help then; surely someone could help her and easily change her back since Esther was certainly not one of those sexual deviants that would naturally end up with such hideous alterations. She'd buttoned up her blouse as best she could, wanting to be as modest as possible, even with a huge pair of balls hanging out of her knee-length skirt. She'd cursed her decision to wear heels, as they were not suited much for walking or running, though the padding of her knee-high socks made them a bit more comfortable. Recalling her dream sent bolts of warm pleasantness through Esther's body, seeming to center on whatever it was she was rubbing as well as some other bit of her body close to that. The dripping of the tanning oil on Esther was really getting annoying and it made her clench her thighs together, which seemed to help loosen another set of achy muscles and made Esther feel even better. She was panting with exertion at the intensity of her massage, her skin flushing, heat spreading across her bared skin. Her blanket must've fallen off in the middle of the night and Esther had probably fallen asleep in her swimsuit, which was why she felt so much bare skin. She remembered her steps in the dream, trying to figure out how to walk so that she didn't end up hurting herself, didn't end up 'pleasuring' her deviant alterations, and still managed to set a decent pace. Esther had managed to make it to the door and opened it. She'd felt a sense of relief as she saw her sister and her friends standing outside, probably having come to look for her after she'd been gone from the rally too long. Before she could open her mouth to say anything Edna, her sister, had let out a snarl of disgust and shoved Esther. Edna was as short and thick as Esther was tall and lanky. Usually such a shove would knock Esther on her scrawny ass, but the extra weight of her new balls seemed enough to only make he stagger. "Get out of my way, you fucking whore!" Edna had growled, her head just about on level with Esther's breasts. Esther had been struck speechless. How could Edna not recognize her? She looked to her other friends, surely they would recognize her! "You're on the wrong side of the park, mutie slut!" one had said. "Yeah! The freakshow section is in the southeast! No one wants to see those gross things hanging out beneath your skirt!" said another. A third had laughed, "And look at her tits! I think I'm going to be sick just looking at them!" Edna had shoved her again, "I mean it! Get out of my way you ugly lumbering deviant!" Esther's bafflement had turned to anger. Making fun of Esther's height and clumsiness was something that Edna knew would absolutely set her off. Edna didn't recognize her sister, but it was still no reason to be rude. In her rage Esther had shoved her little sister back, making her stagger into the foursome of friends that were behind her. "Don't you call me a lumbering deviant, dickhead!" When they were little Esther and her friends were telling scary stories, and Edna had been freaked out by the story of the woman whose head became a penis. So Esther had taunted her ever since with the word "dickhead." Rather than respond with more words, Edna had merely roared in rage and lashed out, "Fucking mutie whore!" she snarled, grabbing Esther's blouse and ripping it open. Esther had been stunned, even more so when the other girls joined in, laughing and holding her arms so Edna could get a few punches in. "Like showing your gross, freaky-ass... things off! Here! Let me help!" Esther shirt had been expensive, rare material from far off dyed in a beautiful pattern with gorgeous colors. But it was not very sturdy and the seams had torn easily as Edna and several of the girls grabbed it and pulled. Esther then shuddered as the cool spring air fell upon her breasts and she felt her nipples, all three of them, grow erect. "Oh ew! She's getting off on this!" one of the other girls had said. Edna had shuddered and dropped the scraps of Esther's ruined shirt, then gave her a hard kick to the rear. "Get out of here you mutant freak! We're not interested in your freaky pain fetish! Get lost!" Esther had looked back at them with tear filled eyes, but several of her friends had stooped to gather rocks from the gravel path and seemed intent on using them. She'd had no choice but to flee as fast as she could, without regards to comfort or modesty. After a few steps she'd begun to pant as her freakish form began to get off on the sensation of her balls smacking against the backs of her legs as she ran. Remembering the phantom sensations of her dream seemed to ignite something within her as she worked the pains from her body. "M-mutie whore..." she murmured, her body trembling in a delicious shiver as she gave voice to the words, "F-fucking mutie whore..." Esther's senses seemed to ignite all at once, leaving her breathless with a silent cry of blissful pleasure squeaking from her throat. Some hot, thick, wet fluid splattered on her back, in her hair, on her legs, her arms, dribbled on her hands. It was everywhere. She groaned, "Aww... come on guys, don't play pranks on me!" Esther murmured softly, convinced that her friends were pouring hot maple syrup on her or something. She brought her hand to her mouth, licking at the tasty goo. Nope, not maple syrup. It was an odd, strange taste, kind of fruity, but with an odd, almost flower-y aspect to it. Whatever it was, Esther found it absolutely delicious. Rather than show ire, she instead decided to just play along; hungrily licking the stuff off of her hands and forearms, and then reaching back to scoop up more. That seemed to be enough to dissuade the others from toying with her as Esther lapped up every drop of the syrup that had been dumped on her. It was so good and so tasty she found herself moving around, even lapping up dribs, drabs, and puddles from the stone floor beneath her as the sweet, familiar, fruity-floral scent drew her to it. "Mmm... what is this, anyway?" she murmured, sitting up upon the beanbag chair and opening her eyes. She was not at some apartment. It looked like she was in one of the narrow alleyways between the estates that allowed access to back gardens. The flowering hedges to the sides and growing overhead, as well as the soft blue glow of magelights set into the paving stones told Esther that this was one of her favorite shortcuts to the park. With a growing sense of horror she looked downward and gasped at the sight of her breasts. Three of them, not merely two. Her half remembered dream hadn't been a dream. It was real, and it had happened to her yesterday. Not only were the three tits still present, but they were bigger. Lots bigger. They were huge! Especially with Esther's lean frame. Esther blushed as she mentally compared her bust to Miss Dominia's, her headmistress having the largest rack Esther had ever seen. If she kept growing, she'd leave that size in the dust and look like something out of one of those disgusting magazines where the models willingly altered themselves to appeal to other people's sick fantasies of huge-breasted sluts. Esther let out a soft moan and shuddered as she felt a new wetness ooze forth from her and begin trickling down her... "Oh no..." Esther whispered, "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She looked down past the breasts to the soft thing she'd been sitting and lying on. It was decidedly not a beanbag chair, though it was about the same size. Esther felt an involuntary moan escape her lips as the juices of her feminine arousal trickled down her massive ballsack. The young woman drew in a deep breath, trying to keep herself from panicking. It was then that she noticed the familiar scent upon the air. The one that she couldn't help but bring to mind each and every time she thought of it. Semen. She stood, looking down over her breasts, groping at her groin to try and find the offending appendage. But thankfully there was no penis to be found. She sighed with relief and leaned her head up against a nearby stone pillar and found herself trailing her tongue over it, the sweet, delicious flavor spreading over her tongue. Esther gripped the hedge tightly, the rough twigs sending sparks of pain through her to snap her out of the oddly instinctual action. She forced herself to pull back away from the pillar, to see the slightly glowing, pearlescent droplets that had splattered there, and then down at the large puddle on the ground. The aches had not started in her loins but rather... Esther nearly screamed at the sight of what grew from the base of her spine. It was still fully erect, dribbling the last bits of seed. A cock. A human cock growing from just about her backside. A drooling, foot-long cock that made her mouth water even as she looked upon it, wanting to take it into her mouth, to suck on it, to lick it clean, to pleasure it until she climaxed once more and awarded herself a tasty treat. Esther felt horrified, sickened, disgusted by the urges that filled her mind and body. She went weak in the knees and yelped as all her weight crashed down onto her two massive testicles. She tilted slowly forward, moaning and clutching her agonizing additions, whimpering softly as physical pain joined the emotional. She winced as she felt the sticky puddle on the side of her face, unable to help herself as she began to lick up her seed from the paving stone before her. It seemed to make the pain dim; it tasted so very, very good. She couldn't help herself. "I'm not a cum-guzzling slut," Esther whispered between licks, not noticing her involuntary moans and the gentle rocking of her hips that came from giving thought and giving voice to such a thing. "I'm not! I'm not a semen-gulping freak! N-not a seed-slurping deviant," said the seed-slurping deviant. \-o- Esther shuddered as she waddled down the alleyway, sickened by what she had done a few minutes before. Not literally sickened, as her stomach seemed quite content with its contents, but rather a mental feeling of sickness and disgust. She had just hungrily lapped up every drop of her own spunk that she could find and she had done it without her conscious mind having anything resembling a say in the matter. She wasn't like that! Not in the slightest! She couldn't imagine how she could have participated in such a lewd, filthy, disgusted, deviant act! She was a nice, proper, pure person and had taken every step that she had been brought up to learn in order to assure that she would remain pure and untainted be deviant sexuality and lust. Thus it made her very, very uncomfortable to move around in the state and manner that she had been forced to take. Her sister and her friends had ripped off her shirt and her shoes were nowhere to be seen; likely they had fallen off during her almost mindless running and urge to flee the previous evening. She had absolutely nothing covering her upper body, and so as difficult as it was to walk while doing so Esther had her arms arranged to cover her three nipples as best she could from sight. Her lanky body had grown taller and filled out, resorting in her skirt becoming already scandalously short even if she lacked the massive set of balls that hung nearly to her ankles most of the time. Though thankfully at the moment (,) with the coolness of the morning the skin of her massive scrotum had tightened, and they were only at her knees instead. For modesty's sake she'd removed one of her kneesocks and placed it over her annoyingly erect manhood at the base of her spine. Even the act of covering her indecency had aroused the hated organ, which had made the slight scratchiness of the sock even worse by saturating it with precum. It was now soggy, cold, and seemed to offer more in the way of stimulation than modesty. Esther had the other sock tucked into her waistband, but replacing it would only relieve the discomfort for a few second until the second sock was similarly moistened. She felt absolutely disgusting, both in her looks and the state of her body. Esther's skin felt all sticky and gross from the sweaty exertion of her accidental masturbation and her back and bits of her hair, as well as her hands felt even stickier due to their being... doused in the vile fluid of her release. What was more was that her scalp had also begun to itch, as if she hadn't bathed for days rather than not even 24 hours beforehand. Esther was thankful that it was still early in the morning, and not too many people were up and about just yet. She most certainly couldn't go home, not in such a hideous, malformed condition. So in order to properly bathe she would have to visit one of the places in the park. There was a nice, forested area with a nature trail running through it that contained a few places where the spring burbled up that made them perfect for such a task. Especially since most of the morning sunbathers would be on the beach. The young woman sucked air through her teeth as she walked, trying her best to ignore the sensations coming from her loins and the deformity upon her spine. Her testes were massive; the size of beach balls, and Esther estimated that odds were they likely weighed about as much as she did. But she seemed to be able to heft the weight and move along at an acceptable pace, certainly not as fast as she would like, but certainly faster than her sister's usual slow, dawdling walk. Esther felt her anger flare as she thought of Edna, insulting her, pushing her, ripping her clothes off. It was her fault that Esther had spent the night in the alley! Her fault for not seeing what would have been plain in front of her face if she hadn't been a sawed-off little preening midget. She'd probably been so grouchy because Esther had gotten in between her and the mirrors in the bathroom. "Fucking dwarf dickhead, calling me a fucking mutant whore..." Esther murmured beneath her breath, barely noticing the pleasurable shudder that ran through her body upon giving voice to the words. She focused on her anger, on thoughts of her sister, dumping the blame for her current state entirely on her little sister's shoulders. After all, if Edna hadn't acted the way she did, Esther might very well have been able to get help by now! By the time Esther had walked about a block she was panting from a mix of anger, exertion, and arousal. She hated that her easiest, most comfortable way of walking was the one that placed her balls and sack behind her legs, pressed up against her pussy and clit. Esther hadn't explored down there, it wasn't proper to go touching yourself there just because, but everything felt overly large, swollen, and sensitive. She stank of her own arousal and climaxes, and she could feel her body's perverse need causing lubrication to leak from her womanhood. She stopped just before the alley emptied onto one of the main roads, trying to figure out what to do. Esther did not want to be seen, but she needed a bath, and the only way to do so was in the park. Even in the post-dawn hours of the morning there would be servants up and about on the streets, heading to the estates they worked at, heading to the market, walking the pets of their employers, that sort of thing. A deep blush spread across Esther's face at the thought of someone, anyone, seeing her like this. Edna had not recognized her, but then Edna was a short-sighted (and outright short) self-centered little dickhead. That didn't mean that someone else wouldn't see Esther. They'd probably laugh at her, laugh at the rich girl with her breasts bared and a pair of balls hanging down past her knees and a huge dick stuck to her like a tail. Esther groaned and pulled her hair out of the severe braid she usually wore it in, allowing her mousy brown hair to fall down to her shoulder blades. She used her fingertips to purposely brush it in front of her face, to perhaps hide her visage from anyone who might be happening by. She took a deep breath and stepped out from the alley and onto the sidewalk, keeping her head down, walking at a brisk pace. Esther bit her tongue as a moan built up in her throat from her fast movements. The sock covering her dick was proving inadequate to contain the flow of precum and she shivered as she felt the flow drip down her rump to join with the other flow of arousal to dribble down her sack and drip on the ground. There were footsteps on the other side of the road, a young maid on her way to work. She turned her head slightly, looking Esther over for a few moments and then turning her head to look away. Probably to hide a chuckle as Esther's freakishness. Or was it something else? Maybe to hide her perverse desire? Esther looked her over, long platinum blonde hair, bit on the shortish side, generously busted. Yeah, definitely a woman given into sexual deviance. She probably wanted to sneak off with Esther and ride her tailcock. Though as the two approached one another Esther could make out the somewhat familiar features of Olga, her friend Madison's maidservant. A soft gasp parted Esther's lips as she imagined the woman naked, sitting astride her cock. She could almost feel it, the servant's hands upon her breasts, legs wrapped around her middle, the young woman's feet pressing her balls back against her pussy, making them rub deliciously against them with each thrust and buck her body made. "No, no, no!" Esther murmured as she felt her body tense. She could hear, literally hear, the wet sound of her cock erupting, thankfully contained by the sock, though it oozed out of the woolen covering and onto her rump. It made her nethers tingle oddly. Esther shuddered at an unwelcome thought: could she accidentally impregnate herself? She felt almost nauseous at the idea. She began to pick up her pace, realizing she had slowed incredibly with the unwelcome climax. Had the servant noticed? Did she realize what Esther had just done? Esther started to turn her head to look, but a memory of earlier made her snap her gaze straight forward. Cum. She was dripping cum onto the sidewalk beneath her. If she looked at it that hellish compulsion that had overcome her before might rear its head once more and she would find herself slavishly licking the sidewalk. She needed to wash herself off and do so quickly. Esther began to run, not caring how it aroused or pleased her body as she almost found herself drooling as she licked her lips. Tears began to fill her eyes as sick desires and fantasies entered her mind that were not her own. She whimpered as she removed her arms from her breasts so that she could run faster and nearly stumbled as she felt her heavier, heftier breasts bouncing around uncomfortably as she ran. She had never had that problem before. Hell, she had only ever worn a bra out of modesty rather than needing the support. But she put up with the discomfort of her bouncing breasts as much as she put up with the intense, erotic sensations of her cock and pussy. Esther quickly lost track of the number of times she'd climaxed on her run to the park. Her breaths came in deep heaving sobs as she looked around, making sure no one was around to follow her into the hidden pond. There were perverts everywhere and one might sneak up on her and assault her. Shove a cock into her... Esther smacked herself upside the head. What was wrong with her? These desires and perverse daydreams weren't hers! They weren't anything a proper and pure girl would ever think of. How had they ever managed to get inside her head like that? She'd never fantasized about anything like that before, and not five minutes before she'd just been thinking about having a commoner riding her cock. Not merely having deviant, same-gendered sex, but with a low-born woman who probably had all sorts of unspeakable germs crawling around on her hands from manual labor. But it was all Esther could do to keep herself from imagining those hands wrapping around her cock, stroking it, caressing it, accompanied by a hot, eager mouth and tongue, shortly followed by the maid's own cock slipping into Esther's dripping depths. "Oh no, no, no, no!" Esther moaned as she stumbled through the tall grass. Now she was thinking about having sex with a TRANSFORMED deviant lesbian commoner! She wasn't sure if that was better or worse. If she couldn't get herself fixed, what did that mean for her if she actually wanted to take on a... husband or wife? She had a cock and balls, would she be considered a man? She had all the proper plumbing still to be considered a woman too, though. Did that mean that the proper thing to do was find someone else who also had both? Esther shuddered as she stepped out onto the soft sand surrounding the pond and she let out a sigh of relief. She shouldn't think about silly things like that. Once she got herself washed off she was going to... What was she going to do? \-o- Esther winced as she tugged the gooey sock from her manhood and tossed it aside in a single motion, not even giving her traitorous body the chance to make her... she shuddered, not even wanting to THINK about what she'd done that morning. No matter how much it turned her on. Esther was not going to give in to her deviant body's strange urges and desires ever again, and that was going to require her to focus and pay attention. She poked a toe into the water and found it cool to the touch, almost cold. But she welcomed the chill that she hoped would drive the obnoxious arousal from her body. She reached down and began to remove her skirt, but it took a few tries before she realized that the elastic waistband was not stretchy enough to fit over the girth of her legs and her balls, no matter how she arranged them. She sighed and then began working it upwards. She had to suck in a breath in order to make it fit, just barely, over her three ample breasts. Esther paused for a moment on the bank of the pond and stared at her reflection. She didn't look hardly anything like herself. It wasn't merely the alterations, nor was it the unfamiliar hairstyle. Her bodily proportions had altered. Her waist was as narrow, or perhaps even narrower, than it had been before. But her tall thin build had been amply padded in all the right places. Her drawn face had even filled out a bit and had gained large, lush lips that seemed to be naturally a shade of whorish red. She looked... similar to herself. But at first glance no one would recognize Esther as herself. More likely she'd be seen as her own cousin. Or a sister. The thought of her sister made Esther growl and stomp into the cold water, the heat of her rage only serving to bolster her as she submerged herself in the cool waters of the pond. She drew in a deep breath and reluctantly moved her hand downward, slipping between one thigh and the skin of her hefty scrotum to try and clean her pussy. The damned thing had been leaking pretty much nonstop since Esther had woken up. She winced as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of sexual stimulation shoot through her as she found her grotesquely swollen clit and netherlips. "If I can't walk around without make myself leak all over the place, what the hell am I going to do?" Esther asked herself. "Hell, what am I going to do anyway?" She couldn't go home, couldn't allow her mother to see her like this, and most definitely not see her sister like this. Even if she managed to get cured, she'd never live down all the insults from Edna that she would work in about balls, breasts, and dicks. It should've been Edna that had been afflicted with the changes Esther was suffering through. Edna with her wanton ways, her busty body, her fondness for jewelry, and makeup, and skimpy clothes, and flirting and... mmm... Esther let out a soft moan as she found herself absently stroking her golf ball-sized clit. She imagined Edna stripped bare, tied to a bed, a rubber ball gag stuffed in her mouth as Esther slowly lay back upon her, slipping her dick into her sister's slutty, deviant pussy. "Oh that's so... so wrong..." Esther murmured, a deep blush spreading over her cheeks. Her other hand sought out one of her breasts and began to instinctively caress it. That would feel so good, her cock deep inside Edna, her sister's big tits pressed against her back. Maybe have their mother join in? Estelle had been born into money, but her ability to gain more or gain political power through marriage had become somewhat limited by the partygirl lifestyle she had taken on in her late teens. Esther's mother had been younger than Esther was now when she had been born, and she'd merely passed her daughter onto the servants to raise. It had taken a second such 'accident' for Esther's mother to realize that she needed condom spells and anti-fertility charms. Esther had never learned what exactly it was that had scared her mother from that lifestyle, but she had quickly enrolled both daughters in Miss Dominia's School for Pure Girls, attended Dominia's own adult education classes once a week, and fervantly adhered to her teachings. Estelle hadn't even hit forty yet, and she had the best features of both her daughters. Esther's litheness and Edna's curves, coupled with flame red hair that neither of her children had. She had gotten into trouble some time in her past because of her deviance, and she'd never talked about it. But from the rumors Esther heard, Estelle had been... incredibly deviant. Maybe even deviant enough to show her two daughters all the fun one could have with other girls. Esther imagined her mother's lips upon her own, her tongue tracing down her cheek, her neck, circling each of her three nipples... "What the fuck am I doing?" Esther whimpered, gritting her teeth and exerting all the will she had to pull her fingers from her aching loins. She shivered in the cold water, frightened of her own mind. She wished she was back to normal, back at home in her grand, private bathroom with all her lovely scented soaps and shampoos, where she could bathe under the nice, hot spray of a shower rather that a chilly pond without even a towel to dry her off after, or the smallest scrap of soap to help get the cum out of her hair. The young woman gritted her teeth and swished her hand around in the water, seeking to free it of her own clinging juices before trying to rid her hair of the mess. It seemed next to impossible. The more she scrubbed and ran her fingers through it, the more tangled and sticky it seemed to become. Esther sighed and went about her normal hair washing routine rather than try to work out the mess. Maybe she would feel better if she could do things in a more familiar manner, even with an unfamiliar bod... A moan tore itself from Esther's through as her fingertips brushed over a spot at the back of her head. It was beneath her hair and felt funny, kind of like a painful pimple, but instead of pain it gave pleasure. "No..." Esther whispered softly in disbelief as her fingers sought to find the spot again. "Please! No more!" she said, her words trailing off into a soft squeak as she found the spot again, found the round, rubbery patch with the raised middle, found herself sporting a handful of fallen away strands of mousy brown hair darkened by water. "Haven't I been changed enough?" she whimpered, her hands frantically moving over her head, hoping there was just the one spot. But her motions made more and more of her hair fall away, revealing the bare skin underneath as well as the many new nipples that adorned it. In a few moments Esther's hair had all fallen away, floating in the water around her. She gently and tentatively explored her bare head, finding several nipples adorning the smooth skin. "Well, that's just... silly," she murmured, looking at her reflection. Truth be told the only reason she wore her hair long was due to school rules. Pure girls had to have their hair at least a certain length. Below that you looked like some cunt-sucking butch dyke lesbian. The thought made Esther giggle, "Butch dyke lesbian my ass," she snickered, "I don't look anything like that!" In her eyes it didn't look good or bad, just... different. "Well, at least I don't have to wash it when I make a mess." she mused, turning her head from side to side. She thought about her other changes, being in the crowd at the protest. Getting stuff sprayed on her that she thought was perfume. "This is all totally random." she said with a small smile, "This isn't my fault for being deviant or not deviant or whatever. Some bitch just sprayed crap all over the crowd and just let random, silly changes happen." For some reason Esther was almost giddy."It's not a punishment for being a pervert, it's not someone targeting me for revenge or anything, and it's just some stupid changes because I was at the protest." Esther laughed, "There's no one in control of this. I mean what kind of a fucking shithead would think this was a change that would bother me? I'm... kind of glad my hair is gone." She paused. "No, that shouldn't be right. I'm not one of these weird fetish sluts..." she licked her lips and shivered at the words, "That gets off on having her body altered. But... this should be more upsetting than it is." The young woman glared at her reflection in the pond. "Are the changes altering my mind now? Or am I just... in shock? Or am I... getting used to being a fucking freak?" Her body reacted once more to the words with arousal. "Oh my goddess, I am! I... I'm actually getting used to it! Disgusting! I'm a filthy fucking fetish mutant whore!" Her knees went weak as her body quaked with pleasure at the words. Esther stood in the water with wide eyes, her expression half bemused smirk, half disgusted gaping mouth. "What the fuck is wrong with me? And why do I keep fucking swearing? They'd wash my mouth out with soap back at school if I said such filth. Or Miss Dominia would call me into her office and I'd get a spanking." Esther's mind went to Miss Dominia, the tall woman's pale skin and hair, her red albino's eyes, her lush tits in the perfectly tailored gowns that stopped just short of being deviant and perverse. She imagined herself being spanked, made to kneel before her headmistress and forced to lick her pussy. "Those are NOT my thoughts!" Esther protested to the air, "I'm NOT thinking those fucking g-gross... n-nasty... mmm..." Her pulse had risen and her loins and cock began to ache anew with arousal, "Goddess, but they're s-so fun..." Esther took a deep breath and submerged beneath the chilly water, hoping the sudden shock would snap her out of her sudden state of unwanted arousal. But a tiny voice nagged at her. She was already in the bath, after all. And with her hair gone there wasn't really any part of her that would not be easy to clean with the mess she made every time she came. There wasn't really any reason why she shouldn't give in to her body's sick, twisted lusts and indulge herself with a few orgasms while she daydreamed about sexy things. Esther broke the surface and took in a few deep breaths, the plunge having done nothing to banish her arousal. She tried to force the fantasies from her mind, but rather than leave quietly every effort seemed to bring forth new and perverse ideas to perform with her mother, her sister, her teachers, her friends, even random people on the street. "A-absolutely fucking disgusting..." Esther said softly to herself. Her words rang hollow even in her own ears. Esther suddenly heard voices in the distance and the sound of rustling grass. She gasped softly and dived under the water, swimming over to a nearby patch of reeds and hiding herself among them. She watched as a tall figure came walking through the brush and Esther covered her mouth to prevent herself from gasping at the sight of her. A tall, muscular, well-tanned woman with honey blonde hair looked out over the pond and grinned. The newcomer sighed happily and set down her backpack before stripping off her t-shirt and tossing it aside. The hidden woman found herself enraptured by the sight of the transformed newcomer. It was obvious to anyone who was looking, as she sported a rather large pair of horns that grew from her temples like a bull. Also reminding Esther of a bull were the two large copper rings piercing the woman's nipples. She'd never seen such a thing before. Oh certainly she'd heard of getting body parts pierced, but it had always sounded to her like a weird and decidedly deviant thing to do. She'd never imagined that it could look so sexy. Her fingers twitched, wanting to play with those sexy rings, and Esther's mouth watered, wanting to suckle on those beautiful nipples. The woman began removing her pants and Esther had to cram several fingers into her mouth and bite down on them to keep herself from making awed, astonished sounds as more alterations on the woman's body came to light. Between the newcomer's legs hung a huge, thick, bestial shaft, halfway out of its sheath and elongating in the cool morning air. She gripped her cock with a three-fingered hand and gave it a few tugs to adjust it. Esther felt her mouth filling with saliva, and tried to swallow, but instead found herself drooling between her fingers. She didn't dare give herself the opportunity to be heard and it... it kind of felt good. Esther found herself imagining what it would be like to run her tongue over that delicious foot and a half length of slick, black bull cock, to grip those big, heavy balls with her hands, to feel the hot splatter of the woman's seed on her face and tits. She whimpered softly as she found herself slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her mouth absentmindedly and found herself unable to stop. Something had happened to her, made her a filthy cum-sucking whore. She didn't even have to say the words aloud to get off on them. And once she brought them to mind, Esther found herself having difficulty not thinking about them. She just couldn't stop gawking at the woman and imagining the two of them doing something disgustingly deviant and fun. "Hey, Horns!" an accented voice called from behind the woman, "Are you just going to let me sit here and get eaten by ants while you do a striptease?" The horned woman chuckled and turned to her large backpack, bending down and showing off her toned backside to Esther, who felt her cock and pussy throb at the sight. Her other hand reached back through the water and began to stroke her aching erection, making Esther sigh with relief. After a few moment of fiddling, Horns seemed to pull out another person from the backpack, or... well... part of one. Esther's eyes widened at the sight of the second transformee; she seemed to be mostly tit. Four huge melons hung from her chest and abdomen, looking almost obscene. Especially when there was hardly anything else to her. Esther could see the smooth, unmarked skin on her hips and shoulders, marking her lack of limbs as something caused by magical alteration. "Keep your pants on, with you whispering all those filthy things in my ear on the walk up here you only have yourself to blame for me having to take a few moments to adjust myself," Horns teased. "Too late. They must've fallen off on the way here. Along with my legs," the limbless girl said with a giggle. "Ah! Back in the bag then, we have to go back for them," themuch larger woman teased. Esther found herself staring at the limbless girl's four hefty tits. They were absolutely huge! Each one about the size of one of Esther's balls and each topped with an elongated teat-like nipple. They were the most unnatural breasts that Esther had ever seen and she couldn't stop thinking about them. Couldn't stop thinking about how sexy they looked, about how wonderful they would feel pressed up against her, about how awesome it would be to have such a pair (or a trio) herself. The young woman's motions ground to a halt as she realized exactly what she was doing and what she was thinking. She was actually envious of another person's deviant alterations! And not only that but she had been gawking at them and masturbating! She'd started jerking off again without her mind weighing in on the subject. It was shameful, disgraceful, and disgusting! There was something wrong with her mind if every time her cock got annoyingly hard she would start jacking off like any normal human being would scratch an itch. "No! Not back in the bag, you silly cow! Just put out the towel and oil me up just how I like. Mmm... you have such strong hands," the girl said with a giggle. "You sure you're okay? It's a touch nippy out..." The girl scoffed, "I'm fine! Honestly, if all I needed last winter was a scarf, a little breeze isn't going to bother me you big goof. Now lean down here so I can kiss you." The horned woman did as she was told, embracing the smaller woman and kissing her deeply. "I'm sorry we couldn't give you your usual bath. From the looks of things it seem like someone's been sneaking around out back and turning off the valves. They were outright broken off this morning." Horns said, setting her friend down and reaching into the backpack to remove a beach towel. It took all of Esther's will to keep herself from jacking off, but she still kept fingering her mouth, still kept sucking on her fingers, still worked them over with her tongue as she imagined any of a dozen different sorts of dicks crammed in her mouth. A muffled whimper escaped her as Horns placed the beach towel down on the ground and picked up her friend, sitting down upon the towel and placing the limbless woman in her lap. The herm's bestial cock stood upright, just in front of the other girl's breasts. For a moment Esther felt jealous that their size put her own to shame. She clubbed that thought down amongst others as she tried everything to keep sex off of her mind. But she just couldn't. Esther let out a soft whimper as Horns poured tanning oil over her hands and began to rub it in to her friend's huge, sexy knockers. Esther found herself wondering what it would be like to both give and receive that treatment and she found her hand drawn back to her cock. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized that she could not tear her gaze away from the two sexy transformed women before her, nor could she deny the urges of her body any longer. Her cock actually hurt with need and she was hurting her fingers from biting down. "I'm not. It's nice to get out of the shelters once in awhile. Especially on days like this when there is a whole flood of newbies sobbing and whimpering over growing a dick, or a tail, or a second set of tits or webbed feet like it's the end of the world," the girl said with a snort. "Be nice, Maxine, people are kind of nasty out here in some sections of town. And considering how... shall we say that their family trees have a tendency to look more like family poles, I would think webbed feet might be just a normal fact of life around here," Horns said with a grin. Maxine giggled and moaned as Horns began to oil up one of her elongated nipples, "And you're telling me not to be mean! Mmm... stop teasing me with that silly thing! Bring it over here and let me play with it, or stick it in me!" "Yes ma'am," Horns said softly, seeming to blush a bit. Esther clenched her eyes shut and tried to look away, tried to think about anything except the two sexy women fucking a stone's throw away. But not thinking about them only made Esther focus on her own body's arousal. Her body felt... weird. Tingly in places. Mostly on her head, her breasts and her cock. Esther's eyes widened as the pain from her cock suddenly dulled; it felt like it was fully flaccid again and starting to fill up with blood. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder to see what was going on, only to find it growing as she watched! Her dick began to elongate and thicken, scaling up inch by inch with each passing moment. "Oh shit no! I didn't mean it!" Esther whimpered, the words muffled greatly by her fingers. She nearly yelped afterwards, having forgotten not to make noise. She began to stroke her cock, thinking that maybe playing with it would make it stop growing and that ignoring her raging erection was causing her to change again. She peered out worriedly from between the reeds and sunk low into the water, crouching and sitting atop her hefty balls, grinding her pussy into the soft smooth skin of her sack. Maxine was looking in her general direction, but hadn't spotted her in the reeds. "Hey, hold on, I heard a noise!" she said to her lover. "Oh it's probably just some foxes fucking in the bushes or some birds or something. Trust me, I've got a lot of experience with the great outdoors and there is nothing here we need to worry about. More tongue please." Esther watched, enraptured by the sight of Horns' thick animal cock sandwiched between Maxine's two pairs of tits, the girl's mouth open wide to take in the flat, feral head of the shaft, her tongue working it over every time it slipped from her mouth. Hot tears leaked down Esther's cheeks as she realized how very, very badly she wanted to do exactly that, and how she wanted it to be done to her. She swore up and down that she's wasn't some sort of cum-guzzling mutant slut, but as time went on Esther's body seemed more and more intent upon proving that she was. Everything about her altered form that she hated seemed to grow larger or more sensitive as time went on. Esther could feel the slow growth of her trio of tits with each breath she drew in. It was as if she were blowing her breasts up like balloons. Esther pulled her fingers from her mouth, her tongue instinctively reaching out after them and trying to bring them back in. She reached across her chest, almost hugging herself, trying to stop her already oversized knockers from growing any more. But all her cool, smooth, water-slicked skin managed to do was draw sweet sensation from her growing gazongas. Esther bit her tongue to suppress a giggle, she was using all sorts of words to refer to her breasts, and it amused her for some reason. How funny some of them sounded. She choked back sobs and sighs of pleasure as she found herself groping one of her breasts, the middle one, the new one, the unnatural one, and she liked it. Esther liked having her breasts caressed, rubbed, stroked, played with. But what worried her more was that she was enjoying the action of the groping even more; the smoothness of her skin upon her palm and fingertips, the softness of the slattern, oversensitive flesh below. Merely pleasuring herself seemed no longer be enough to satisfy her traitorous body. There were more unnatural additions to Esther's body than there had been body in the first place. It was almost terrifying to imagine that she was now made up more of hideous, perverse additions than the amount of purity-obsessed schoolgirl that had been there before. It was like she was being invaded by some other person, some lust-crazed creature. It was getting hard to recognize what was Esther and what was the Invader. The transformed girl suddenly stood stock still, a terrible, horrible, wicked thought having entered her mind; what if there was no mental aspect to the transformation? What if her actions were merely a response to her unfamiliarity with the intense sensations and instinctual desires that filled her? What if she felt this way because she stuffed her sexuality into the dark corner of her mind labeled "Things I Am Not Going to Acknowledge or Deal With" and proceeded to banish all things even remotely tied with sex from her conscious thoughts. What if she was behaving like some filthy, lust-ridden, mutant sex-queen precisely because she was not at all prepared for what it would feel like? She'd been told that the changes were a painful, agonizing thing inflicted upon social and sexual deviants; a punishment for their wrong way of thinking and behaving. But Esther had been a shining example of what she'd been taught, and yet here she was with her body altering and sexualizing more and more by the minute. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel bad, and odds were if Esther had not been brought up to hate and loathe the sort of thing she was becoming she might actually enjoy it. No, that was a lie. She WAS enjoying it. There were parts of Esther that were absolutely delighted with what was happening. The way her cock and pussy throbbed every time she thought of herself as something dirty or slutty, or thought of something sexual. She wanted to embrace the limbless girl, feel what it was like to have Maxine's four tits smashed up against her three, wanted to wrap her lips around one of her elongated, teat-like nipples, wondered what it would feel like to... Esther gasped as her nipples tingled. Already erect from the cool water and her arousal she felt a similar sensation to the one in her still-swelling dick. Her eyes widened and Esther ducked her head under water to stop a scream as she realized precisely who was directing her changes. Her alterations were responding to her own thoughts and actions somehow. The first changes may have been something random or planned, but just about everything since her massive sack and balls were related to Esther's own thoughts and desires. Though she prided herself on a body that would not entice others into deviance, she had been somewhat jealous of Edna's curves, though not her height. She'd idly daydreamed on occasion about what it would be like to have a bigger bust, to have more tit than even her sister sported. That was the exact wording of her thoughts on the matter 'more tit,' and now not only did she have more tit, but she had more tits. If she weren't so shocked or horrified she might have laughed. Her cock had appeared when she'd rubbed a sore spot at the base of her spine and enjoyed the relief that was felt; relief that soon blossomed into outright pleasure and from pleasure to sexual bliss. Her hair had fallen away as she was annoyed at her inability to wash the delicious cum from it. The thought made Esther wince, despite all that had happened she still wasn't comfortable with the way she had hungrily lapped up her own cum, like a dog. She quickly drove the thought from her mind, not wanting to add animalistic features to her already grotesque array of alterations. After all, her body continued to change according to Esther's own thoughts, whims, and idle fantasies. She'd wanted tits like the four-breasted girl that had shown up, and a cock like her large, muscular, horned friend, and now her assets were growing to provide exactly those things. Esther shuddered, what the hell was wrong with her; that would make her want to have large, hideous, freakish, disgusting... sexy, sensual, mouth-watering additions. Her thoughts seemed to slip away from her more often the further she changed from her original self, the more her mutations had to corrupt her... her... a choked sob escaped Esther's throat, not muffled, but it went unnoticed by the two newcomers who were deeply caught up in their own pleasures. Esther felt sick to her stomach as she thought back over her past, over things she felt; emotions, faint stirrings in her loins, half-remembered dreams. She truly was a cum-guzzling mutant whore, and she'd always been that way. She had just done all she could to suppress her urges, her fantasies, and her desires, burying them under a tide of anger, loathing, and disgust. Deep down she was enjoying what happened to her, not merely enjoying it, delighting in it, getting pleasure from it. Being transformed sexually excited Esther, each one of her additions and alterations turned her on more and more. She'd never had an interest in dating or sex or anything, and it wasn't out of an interest of remaining pure or adhering to Miss Dominia's teachings. Half the girls at her school had boyfriends, and another third probably had girlfriends, but Esther never had the slightest attraction to another person. Her true attraction had always been to the freaks, the mutants, the undesirables that she was taught to loathe. And now she was one of them and the very thought of it was almost enough to make her cum. What kind of a sick pervert was she? What kind of a twisted, deviant person would get off on having her body warped and corrupted in near-crippling and incredibly sexual ways? What sort of a slut would cum so hard she could barely walk down the street while parading her freakish body down the street, on display for everyone to see? What kind of a... a.. aaaaah! The dam finally burst within Esther and in the incredible tide of pleasure, the sweet sensation of her seed splattering onto her back, her neck, and her head from a two and a half, maybe three foot length of cock, mixed with the tight, clenching sensation as her pussy climaxed as well. The tide of her fluids clouded and warmed the water around Esther and she let out loud, lusty cries, not caring if the two newcomers heard. They didn't, as Horns and Maxine were occupied with their own intense, blissful climaxes. Esther gasped in deep breaths, her body heaving, trembling with climactic aftershocks that were delicious, sweet, better than any sensation that she had ever felt. She had her answer as to what sort of a freak would get off on being transformed: a filthy mutant slut like her; a slut that loved the feel of her huge balls hanging between her legs, of three heavy tits on her chest, a nice big cock growing from her back, the cooling slickness of her own cum covering her body. "I'm a slut," whispered Esther softly, almost proudly. A delicious, satisfying sensation spread through her loins and manhood. It made Esther wonder what it would feel like to actually fuck another person. Not make love, fuck. Making love was, to her mind, a soft, gentle, loving, sweet thing that people with feelings for each other did. Fucking was something that whores and sluts did because they fucking loved the way it felt. A chilly wind began to pick up, raising goosebumps on Esther's skin. She sunk into the water, letting the flow rinse the cum off of her body. She didn't feel horny any more, but now there was another odd ache in her belly. "Damn. It looks like we'll have to cut things short and head back to Regina, Maxine. Looks like rain," the quasi-minotaur said with a sigh, giving her limbless companion a hug. "Ah, don't worry about it, it's almost lunchtime anyway," Maxine said, rather loudly, "I've been looking forward to those grilled hamburgers all week." "Did I not have enough beef for you?" Horns teased, cleaning her friend up and placing her back into the backpack that made Maxine easier to carry in comfort. Esther stopped paying attention as they two began to leave upon realizing what the ache in her belly was. Hunger. She hadn't eaten anything solid since lunch the previous day. In fact she was downright ravenous. As the two left, Esther slowly crept out of her place in the reeds, following along behind them at a distance. \-o- Esther leaned against the wall of the alley, panting hard. Even with her altered muscles it was still hard work carrying around her huge balls. She could swear they'd gotten bigger while she'd been in the pond. They didn't hang any lower, but they seemed to fill much more of her ballsack than they used to. And not only was she hauling around bigger balls, but she was also sporting three huge tits that bounced pleasantly whenever she walked, as well as a throbbing erection that just about smacked her in the back of her head every time she took a step. Despite having just masturbated in the pond, Esther's body was already horny again and eager for more. The two girls that she'd been following were probably long gone. But then again, Esther already knew where the Regina shelter was, and could make her way there on her own. Once it was clear that she'd most definitely lost them, Esther had slipped back into the familiar alleyways between mansions and estates; after all the other alleys had stinky things like dumpsters and garbage cans. The alleys she was familiar with were clean and swept out at least twice a weak, meaning that Esther could take a seat on her titanic testicles and take a breather. Despite the effort it took, Esther found that she rather enjoyed walking. The discomfort she'd felt earlier had vanished. The bits of sunshine that filtered through the darkening clouds above felt delicious on her bare skin. The pavement and cobblestones beneath her feet oddly didn't bother her in the slightest. Every step made her breasts jiggle, her balls swing, and her cock sway. Her clean, pristine state had already been ruined by the plentiful lubrication that leaked from her male and female sexes alike. To Esther's surprise she found that she didn't really care. A small smile appeared upon her face as she cupped two of her heavy breasts, feeling their wonderful weight. "Goddess, I love tits," she murmured, leaning back to press her member against the wooden fence behind her, resting her head atop the tip of her cock, delighting in the sensation of gooey warmth upon the back of her head. She moaned softly as one of the nipples upon her head encountered her warm, slick pre and delighted in the sensation as she felt nipple and cockhead rub against one another. Mmm... and why not allow the mere nipples on her head to blossom out into full breasts? That would feel even better. More sensitive tit-flesh to rub, to caress, to bounce while she walked. She could just picture herself with tits growing from her head, how sexy they looked. They looked much nicer than the bald head with nipples she sported at the moment. Esther thought it made her look kind of like a soccer ball. She began to rub the large, elongated nipples of her normal breasts as she felt a warm sensation spread over her skin, followed by a pleasant tingle. "I am such a fucking freak..." Esther whispered softly, "A horny, mutant sex-fiend." She moaned as a spike of pleasure went though her as she spoke the words. "A fucking mutant freak sex-fiend that loves to talk dirty... such a dirty, dirty whore I am. Goddess, I wish I got do something with this third tit of mine, left all alone like... ah!" Esther arched her back, her hips bucking at an incredible sensation. Faint emotions of anger and uncertainty began to stir within her, but Esther stuffed them into the dark corner of her mind that had so long held captive her lusts and fetishes, letting them grow and mutate in the darkness, taking root deep within Esther's subconscious and growing massive. Her own perversions had become wild and overgrown in her mind, and once the tiniest bit of light was cast upon them, they surged out of the darkness and strangled nearly everything else. "S'what I get for being a stuck up, sexless prig," Esther moaned as she wrapped her fingers around her elongated, teat-like nipples. "Yes! Yes! That's exactly what I want!" she cried, gripping her middle breast, positioning the long, thick nipple so that she could take it into her mouth. Tears leaked from Esther's eyes, not in sorrow or anger or fear as they had before, but from sheer contented bliss. She felt whole, she felt complete, and she felt good for perhaps the first time that she could remember. Esther moaned happily around the teat in her mouth as she felt her neck muscles shift subtly, to allow her to comfortably carry the additional weight of the added breasts upon her head. She could already feel them jiggling delightfully with each motion she made. She found herself wishing that she had someone to share her experience with, a lover that could help Esther explore her sexy altered form. She wanted to feel a pair of tits pressed up against her own, the added weight of a lover upon her balls, caressing hands on her cock and breast hair, lustful lips pressed against her own. But Esther didn't want a normal girl for a lover. She wanted someone else who had undergone alterations. Someone else who could understand what it was like to have both a cock and a cunt aching for attention at the same time. Her ideal lover would need breasts and a cock at the very least, as Esther was very, very eager to suck on both. Her mouth began to water even now at the thought of slurping up delicious cum. The very idea of it seemed almost enough to bring her to climax... \-o- Edna chuckled to herself, tossing the wrench she'd stolen over the fence. The Honeywells were on vacation for a few months yet, and their gardening staff left at five o'clock on the dot every day. No one would likely even notice that it was gone, and they would probably blame it on one of the laborers that hauled fertilizer around for a living or some such other undesirable. They'd probably fire them and hire a new one with little or no inconvenience to anybody. Anybody that mattered, anyway. Take control over those inferior to you, that was what Miss Dominia taught in her advanced classes. The weak willed were there to be exploited, and those lacking the resources to combat you were there for your amusement. The poor, pitiful creatures at the Regina shelter would have to buy bottled water and stink of the sexual juices that probably leaked from every pore of their filthy bodies until the pipe valves could be repaired. Of course Edna had wanted to have her private bathing suite renovated for quite some time now. It was a shame that she'd hired several plumbers from several contractors so the job would get done at a reasonable pace. Now that she'd amused herself and asserted her dominance over the freakish invaders into her neighborhood, Edna was going to go celebrate with a bit more domination, her favorite sort of domination as a matter of fact. She'd immediately recognized the shy glances and looks from her friend Madison's maid. Lower class and even lower willed. Edna had confirmed her suspicions that Olga was a girl-loving freak of nature. She'd been so eager when Edna had gotten her into a supply closet, shoved her up against the door and virtually rammed her tongue down the maid's throat. Olga was so sweet and passive, so easy to control and mold. It was not deviance on Edna's part, Olga was just there for her amusement and pleasure. In another month or so Edna was sure that she would have the maid so bound to her will that she could take her on a leash down to the seedier side of town and have Olga start whoring herself out. Edna grinned at the thought; she was already paying the maid for sex, paying her quite a lot actually. Hell, she was probably getting more for having a bit of fun with Edna every afternoon than she was as Madison's maidservant. She looked on Olga as an investment, the perfect skin, the platinum blonde hair, the stunning bust (though not quite so stunning as Edna's own), and once she had made a proper pet of her plaything she was sure that she would easily recoup her initial investment. Olga ought to be heading home in the next half an hour or so. She always took the same route, and Edna liked to surprise her somewhere along the way. Though today she had something specific in mind; she'd instructed her toy to wear a pair of vibrating panties to work and have them active all day. She wanted to make sure that her submissive little thrall had actually completed the task, rather than going home and slipping a pair on before she met Edna at the usual spot. That and she wanted to make Olga kneel in the alleyway and pleasure her in a near-public place. She'd cum so hard the last time, when she'd made Olga strip down and put on a show for her while Edna played with herself. The short, busty young woman sighed loudly in annoyance. She also had to limit her fun with Olga today because her mother wanted her in the house well before sunset, when most of the hired help started to head home. Esther hadn't come home the previous night after the protest rally at the Regina station. She'd probably snuck off to do something their mother wouldn't approve of. Edna snorted with her usual mean-spirited laugh. Esther was probably staying with some other rally goers, thinking up signs and symbols and slogans or something. She was most likely off designing leaflets or something disgustingly passive like that. Actions spoke louder than words, and none of the other girls at the rally had probably even thought of taking action like Edna had. She was rather proud of herself for showing dominance and initiative. In fact she was so proud and full of herself that she turned the corner, a self-congratulatory grin on her face and her mind so caught up in mental back-patting that she ran headlong into something soft and warm. She blinked a few times in bafflement and took a step back, her eyes going wide at the sight before her. Some transformed monstrosity had wandered into the good part of town and was intent on ruining the whole atmosphere with her sexual stink. Edna took another step back as she saw the giant puddle that had formed beneath the... she wasn't sure if she ought to call the mutant a woman, not with a cock the size of her leg. The freak wasn't one of the really gross ones that were made up entirely of breasts and cocks and other sex organs, but everything sexual about her had been blown up to obscene size. Three tits bigger than her head by a goodly margin, testicles the size of beachballs and a scrotum so big that she was sitting on it like a beanbag chair, nipples that stuck out so far the pervert could wrap her hands around them and not cover them entirely. But what really grossed Edna out was the fact that there were breasts on her head instead of hair, and they seemed to be GROWING as Edna watched. "Eww. You couldn't do that somewhere else, you fucking freakshow? Couldn't do something constructive like fondling those beachballs out in the middle of the street and get run over by a carriage or something?" Edna growled. The mutant's eyes fluttered and seemed to take a moment to focus on her. "Did you hear me, you tit-sucking bitch? I told you to get the fuck out of here! Scram! Vamoose! Hit the road and take those oversized pumpkins you call nuts with you! Nobody wants your filthy spunk messing up the place!" The woman blinked a few times and stared at Edna, the nipple she was sucking on popping from her mouth. The freak's eyes widened and she looked almost horrified. "Yeah, that's right honey; you're getting off in public. The park is like three blocks that way. You can go and jack off there to your heart's content. They have people there that deal with the messes that the freakshow will make on occasion. If you splooge on my street, you fucking rugmunching bitch, then I'm going to make you lick it up with your tongue!" She looked like she was about to say something, but Edna's words seemed to hit her like a slap to the face. Or... something else. Her head snapped back, but her hips thrust forward, a strange squishy, wet, churning sound coming from her, followed by another squishy, wet sound and an eruption of an incredible amount of semen. Edna yelped and covered her head with her arms. She didn't feel any of it go on her, as a matter of fact most of the stuff splattered onto the fence or up in the air, landing back on the mutant, who seemed to delight in it. She opened her mouth and giggled happily, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the strong smelling stuff. "Goddammit it, you clumsy cunt!" Edna cursed, "Do you fucking know how much these clothes are worth? If you'd gotten anything... on... them..." Edna's words trailed off as the mutant's expression turned angry and she stood up. Edna's big mouth had gotten her into trouble again. The woman had looked smaller sitting down, especially with those overlarge assets. She loomed over Edna, who stood essentially face to cum-covered breast with her. "I thought I beat calling me clumsy out of you when you were twelve, dickhead!" Esther snarled. Edna's eyes went wide. She sputtered, her mind working to match up the voice and the facial features of her sister up with the towering transformee that stood in front of her. "Y-you're not..." Edna stammered. She'd always found herself uncomfortable with mutant freaks, Esther had always tried to gross out her little sister with pictures of them from magazines or the newspaper. Edna had always harbored a fear that she might be attacked by one of them. They were almost like wild animals, after all. Unable to control their sexual urges. "Don't believe me, you sawed-off little dickhead?" Esther said, taking a step forward, her angry face suddenly breaking out into a smile, eyes gleaming with a wicked idea. "That might work... it might be just the right size for my pussy now..." "W-what?" Edna stammered, taking a step back, her designer shoe slipping in her sister's thick, slick seed, sending her sprawling onto all fours. Edna yelped as bits of semen splattered onto her blouse and skirt. Not to mention her hands were soaked with the stuff. "Oh yuck!" she virtually squeaked. "Oh it's only going to get worse!" Esther said with a giggle. Edna looked up to see her sister turning away from her. No, not turning away from her, spinning; spinning very fast. Esther's hefty ballsack struck Edna right in the face, sending her sprawling, the thick puddle of seed cushioning her landing somewhat. "Oh goddess, it's in my hair!" she murmured as she lay on her back, somewhat stunned. "It's going to be more than your hair, little sister! I know how you just ADORE your hair like the dedicated little slut you are. Making sure it's all perfect, not a hair out of place. So let me help you with a nice cream rinse!" Edna stared up blankly at Esther as her sister stood over her and turned. Edna opened her mouth to protest as those two huge balls rested down atop her legs. They were so big and heavy, they pinned her in place. She had no idea what Esther was going to do. Edna gawked in horror at the three foot long cock that was dripping a mix of semen and precum down onto her designer blouse. Edna sat up and tried to shove her sister off, but she couldn't get a good grip on Esther's cum-covered skin. Her hands just slid off and allowed the mutant to grab her by the hair. "Be gentle!" Esther said with a giggle, "This is my first time, after all!" Edna hadn't even noticed what lurked between her sister's legs. She hadn't gotten a good look at it. It was weird and swollen and thick, everything oversized. It looks more like some plastic-molded sex toy than an actual set of genitals. "No! No! NO!" Edna cried out, struggling against Esther's grip. But her sister was always the stronger one, and her alterations had made her bigger and stronger still. The hot, sweet, musky scent was overwhelming as Esther buried her sister's face in her netherlips. Then not merely into her netherlips, as eager muscles took hold and pulled her head into Esther's massively oversized cunt. Edna's scream was muffled and the sweet juices of her sister's pussy flowed into her mouth. She choked and sputtered, trying to draw breath. It was like being smothered with a warm, wet pillow soaked in honey. Her arms flailed around, trying to find something to grab hold of, to help Edna pull herself out. But all that she found was her sister's cock. Edna gripped it with both hands and squeezed as tightly as she could, trying to crush it and cause Esther pain. But instead of an agonized cry, Esther moaned with delight. "Goddess, you're such a whore, sis; taking my virginity like this and all." She said with a giggle. "Mmm... turns out I've been right all these years, your head makes a WONDERFUL dick!" Esther yanked Edna's hair back, pulling her partially out of her sopping cunny, allowing Edna to take in a gasping breath before shoving her back in again. "We've been doing this all wrong, you dickhead, this isn't something to get grossed out by and be afraid of. This feels fucking awesome! I wish you could feel what it was like to have these... mmm... these huge, sexy, sensitive tits and these gigantic, massive balls, and especially what it would be like to have something shoved into your big, puffy pussy." An incredible amount of warm, wet, sticky fluid poured from Esther's cunt, around Edna's head, seeming to saturate her entire body with its filth. It even got into her mouth and Edna was forced to swallow it. It... didn't taste bad. It tasted pretty good actually. But she didn't want it forced into her like this. Especially since it made her feel funny, it made her feel all tingly wherever it touched. Edna tried to pull away, but Esther's vaginal muscles were too strong. All she could manage was to pull her head out far enough to draw in another gasping breath before Esther tightened her grip and pulled her back in. But the hold they had on Edna's head wasn't so tight that it was painful. It actually felt... kind of comforting. "No, no, no!" Edna screamed, her words muffled once more. She felt an unknown force taking hold of her body, seizing the faint pangs of arousal she'd had while thinking of Olga and ramping them up. Edna's body was turning against her as she felt her own sex moisten, her own nipples growing erect, then not merely growing erect, but actually growing. "It started with my chest, a weird swelling..." Esther said softly, rubbing her hands over her three cum-covered tits. It was getting harder for Edna to breath, not because of her sister's pussy clamping down on her face, but an uncomfortable tightness in her chest due to her bra suddenly feeling a size too small. Then two. Then three. She was forced to pull her hands away from Esther's cock, it was useless to try and strangle the damned thing anyway. With each passing moment it felt like someone was turning a vise tighter and tighter around Edna's torso. Her bra felt weird, it no longer fit quite right. Edna felt like she was going to pass out, and then she managed to unhook the clasp of her bra. She reached beneath her shirt, tearing the garment away and tossing it aside. She gasped, sucking in more of her sister's pussy juice as she did so, as her other hand felt her breasts. Unlike Esther, Edna had not denied the urges of her body. She sought to master them rather than allow them to master her, as Esther's obviously had. She was quite familiar with the feel and sensitivity of her gorgeous breasts, and they were far larger and more sensitive than she remembered. Another gasp as she found why her bra had suddenly become so ill-fitting: much like Esther, Edna now sported a third breast that had appeared between her original two. Edna began her struggles anew, lashing out as best she could, trying to get purchase on her sister's cum-slicked body in order to attain the leverage she needed to pull away. She wasn't going to let her sister turn her into another freakish mutant slut like her! Edna squirmed as thinking the words made her feel... well, it felt like having Olga give her pussy a good hard tonguing. Edna howled in rage as her body betrayed her and she tried punching the two massive orbs in front of her. Esther grunted with the first impact, but began to giggle as Edna threw ineffectual punches that served only to heighten her pleasure, as her femsex began to tighten in time with each blow. "Having fun with my balls, sis? I just love how you're paying attention to them. I bet you're rubbing mine all over because you're jealous you don't have a set of your own. But don't be upset, that's what came next for me after my tits..." Edna's body tensed and she forcibly bucked her hips, cramming her head so deep into Esther that she felt her sister's netherlips down upon her shoulders, gripping her neck tightly. But oddly going in deeper allowed Edna to breath easier. Physically at least. Metaphorically Edna was not breathing easy as a new sensation began building in her loins, just ahead of her clit. Pressure began to build in her panties as something new grew forth from her body and rapidly began to swell. Edna's hand darted beneath her skirt, slipping into her panties in time to cup her new golf ball sized testicles. The sensation made her moan and she found herself fondling them with one hand, the other rubbing her sister-seed soaked breast. It was horrible, frightening, disgusting. Edna couldn't believe how Esther had managed to not merely warp and deform her body, but to make it act against her as well. Her balls and tits were getting bigger by the second and Edna couldn't even put her hands in a position to try and free herself. She managed to coax her head halfway out, and that felt rather weird. It was like someone had run a finger up her spine, but all over her head. "Then I felt my innermost desires coming out, making me behave like the cum-guzzling, cock-sucking, tit-licking, mutant freakshow fucking sex-fiend that I really am!" Edna and Esther both seemed to quiver with pleasure at her words. "But I don't know what it will be like for you. You've always been a whore, always slutting up your appearance. And you've always been an idiot and a dickhead, so I have no idea what's going to happen with you. That was the part that really freaked me out, letting all the things I wanted hidden boiling to the surface. The first thing I did was lick up all the cum I sprayed out from my first climax. But you've got a better deal, don't you?" Edna whimpered softly, getting her face free to her nose, but the air felt cold and uncomfortable on her skin after the sweet, wet warmth of her sister's depths. Her tits were as big as Esther's now, and her balls had caught up to them in size. Esther had been right, they felt so good. So wonderfully, terribly good. And Edna found herself wanting to lap up Esther's juices. Her tongue poked from her lips and began to instinctively lap at Esther's golf ball-sized clitoris. Edna was rewarded for her effort by a tightening of Esther's pussy muscles that felt... rather nice. Kind of like a hug mixed with Olga sucking on her nipple. The delicious, tingly sweetness spread across Edna's tongue and she found herself shoving her head back into her sister, eager to get closer to the source. "Y-yeah, you're an old pro at licking pussy aren't you? H-hanging out with Maude and Marion at school. Creepy fucking twins. Everybody knows how into each other they are, and I bet they taught you a thing or two. Goddess, I'm so jealous. But I guess I don't have to be, eh sis? We're going to fuck all the time now, I'm sure. You'd just love that, wouldn't you, you fucking ditzy dickhead?" Edna's body arched and she crammed her head as far as it would go into her sister. It felt good this time, so very, very good. Better than rubbing her balls, better than playing with her breasts, better even than having Olga's untrained tongue practice what the Merryside twins had taught her. It was even better than having the twins sucking on her nipples and fingering her, working over her clit with a buzzing little egg shape. Her balls and breasts were getting so big now, they were beginning to push Esther's aside. She supposed she ought to feel cramped, ought to find it hard to breathe. But it all felt so natural, so comfortable. She couldn't imagine anything better in the world than having her head stuffed into her sister's big, sopping, sweet, drooling pussy, lapping up her sweet juices while Esther's muscular womanhood massaged her so sweetly. "Mmm... that's a good dickhead." Esther giggled as Edna's struggles ceased. She leaned back and turned her head, lapping hungrily at her dick. "Goddess you feel so good, sis. We should've fucked ages ago. Don't you think?" Her incestuous lover could only murmur softly in agreement as building sensation drove all thoughts from her head. She loved the way her body felt now, her massive breasts so soft and sensitive to the touch, her ballsack so smooth and sweet to rub, the weight of her sister's own sack atop her own feeling so delightful. But what felt the best was her head, oddly enough. She couldn't have ever imagined she'd feel anything like this. She ran her tongue up and down her sister's walls, stopping for a few moments at the bottom to give some attention to her clitty, loving the way it made her wiggle and squirm. It made her feel all tingly inside from her head down to her groin and into her balls. Her fear and anger faded away until the memory of them baffled her. Why had she ever been afraid of something that felt so good? Why would she be angry for having her sexy big sister show her these fun things? She licked faster and faster, giggling as she made it hard for Esther to talk. "Oh goddess, oh sis, oh you fucking dickhead... th-that's all you're good for. Using your head for a f-fucking dick... you d-dickhead you're g-gonna m-make me... c-c-c..." \-o- Esther's pussy clamped down hard, forcefully pulling her sister in as deep as she could go and latching onto her tightly as she climaxed. Esther felt her balls release their bountiful burden, and then felt Edna's own balls beneath her own do much the same. "CUUUUUUUUUUUUM!" Esther howled as she did so, her cock erupting with it even as more was pumped into her hungry womb. Her climax felt like it went on forever and ever until finally the jets of seed slowed to a mere dribble and only the faintest twinges of pleasure. Esther stood, her sister's head parting from her cunt with a wet, sticky sound. She grinned as she looked down at Edna. They definitely looked like sisters again, each of them with similar porn star-ish versions of their original features, each of them with the same trio of huge, heavy tits and equally massive balls. Ever the slutty deviant that Esther had always pegged her for, Edna balls and knockers were bigger than her own, a lot bigger. But that was where the similarities of their changes ended. Instead of having a big cock growing from the base of her spine and a myriad of tits growing from her bald head, Edna featured both in one. A dickhead now in body as well as mind and attitude. Her face remained, but her head and neck had transformed into a cock. The purple-red head started just above Edna's eyebrows. "See? I always said you were a dickhead," Esther teased. Edna giggled in an airheaded fashion, a vacant look in her eyes. "I'm a dickhead!" she said proudly, shivering as the slit atop her skull dribbled with precum, clearing out the remainder of the seed. "Yup, youre a dickhead, Dickhead!" Esther crooned to her sister-turned-sex-pet. Esther had to admit that maybe all the crap Edna had spewed about clashing of wills and control and dominance might have had something to it after all. The most satisfying thing in Esther's life thus far had been pitting her will against her sister's, seeing if she could coax Edna into accepting Esther's image of herself. It had turned out magnificently. Esther offered her sister a hand, helping her get to her feet. Edna wrapped her arms around Esther in a hug, pressing their six tits tightly together and making their cum-slicked balls rub up against one another. The elder sister leaned down, kissing the younger deeply. Edna moaned and quivered, her cock-head erupting with thick jets of seed that covered the both of them. Both sisters enjoyed it, bathed in it, rubbed it over one another and themselves. Esther broke the kiss and grinned at her pet Dickhead. "Goddess, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Edna giggled, "Big sister sex-fiend!" she murmured as she ran her tongue up Esther's cheek, swallowing the seed she found there, teasing one of her sister's head-breasts and coming to a stop on her temple where she suckled on something that Esther had not noticed. It felt just like her cock, only smaller, and as she reached up with a hand she found another one on the opposite side. A pair of curved cocks, always erect, jutting from her temples like a pair of demonic horns. "Sex-fiend!" she replied with a giggle. "Sex-fiend and Dickhead!" Edna said, giggling as well. Esther's belly rumbled rather loudly and she recalled why she had trailed after the two Regina girls. "Mmm... as fun as it would be to stay here and cuddle, my dear Dickhead, I'm starving." A grin spread across her face. "The servants should all be on their way home right now, and the cook should have prepared a big dinner to eat whenever we like." Esther began to help her pet out of the scraps of her torn blouse. "Plus we're probably going to have to cut that skirt off of you. I don't think we'll be able to squeeze it over the top and definitely not down the bottom. So what do you think, sis, should we stop in and say hello to Mommy?" Edna grinned and nodded rapidly, "Sex-fiend, Dickhead, and Mommy is...?" Esther placed her arm around her sister's shoulders, "Well, considering all the crap we got our heads filled with at that school, I think Mommy is a dick for sending us there. What do you think?" "Mmmhmm. Mommy is a dick," Edna agreed. "A big, sexy, drooling dick..." Esther murmured, her mind already thinking as to what sort of alterations would best suit Estelle as the two transformed sisters waddled home.

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Title: Chapter 1: Last Day by DazedandConfused Tags: Character Development, Compassion, Fox, Gay Relationships, Husky, No-Yiff, School, Wolf I smiled, looking up at the same old school that I had been attending for the past seven or eight years of my life. Its old, faded red bricks were always in their straight, almost robotic pattern; the ancient windows were still amazingly intact to their frames, which held them. The buildings around the main part of the school looked just like the main one: ancient, faded, and of course ancient. Some of the other buildings did have their own little differences too, all of them had graffiti on them from some of the badasses that liked to roam around campus and just to vandalize everything in their sight, every design on the buildings were slightly different from the next. Sidewalks shot out from the main building of the school outward in all directions to all of the other buildings in the campus. The smallish building--the main building--was on a beautiful hillside that faced a lake at the bottom of the hill; not many furs went down there, but I loved to. I enjoyed watching the water ripple with every small gust of wind that passed over the campus; every once in a while I would be greeted by a (non-anthro) duck or two, besides that, I was normally alone there. Beside the pond was a football field that had the school's track running around it; everything was so close together in this small campus, it almost made me feel claustrophobic. Today was the last day of school before summer break; just like everyone else, I was pumped and ready for summer. It was quite warm, so I decided to wear a pair of my long denim shorts--which some of my friends called my "kaprees" because they reach almost all the way down to my ankles--and a plain white tee-shirt to school today. Today's school day would only last about two or three hours; which meant only twenty minuet classes, the short classes made me more excited to just run into the building to start my day to get it over with. Pursing my lips slightly, I turned around to be greeted by a red blur running wildly at me. I yipped loudly, but I suddenly realized who the red blur was; it was one of my friends, Tyrone. The fox was just like any other fox, his fur was mostly a reddish-orange color with white underbelly and muzzle; he also has black tipped ears and black "socks". "Hey there Kyle, you fuckface!" Tyrone yelled playfully. The slightly smaller fox stood before me, panting and smiling at the same time. He was quite the playful fellow ever since we were little--I had known Tyrone for quite a long time, ever since my family moved into this town when I was just a little pup. It seemed that Tyrone really didn't care about what he wore; today, he had on his favorite football jersey--Randy Moss--and a pair of jeans. The jeans had a few holes in the lower right leg, and marker was scribbled all over them from the girls that liked to scribble on the fox. Tyrone was a charmer; around females, he was a smooth talker and was easy to get along with. "What's up dude?" I asked, giving him a high-five. "Last day of school," "Hell yeah!" we both yelled, giving each other another high-five. Now smiling a bit more, I turned from Tyrone and looked back up at the old building. "Wow, I can't believe that we're going to the high school next year," I whispered, staring up at the big stone letters that stood on the front of the school; it read: "Reynolds Elementary and Intermediate Schools". "Looks like someone's wearing his kaprees today," I heard a male's voice say, the voice was quite familiar. I glanced over to my left--where I heard the voice come from--and saw a tall, lithe husky leaning up against the building, glancing at Tyrone and I over his sunglasses. His black and white fur shimmered in the sunlight; it seemed like there were hundreds of little diamonds embedded into his skin. The husky was another one of my friends, Kevin; whom I thought might have a crush on me, but I wasn't too sure about it. Within seconds of Kevin's first words, I found myself staring at him; just staring at his body. Today, Kevin wore something that was quite similar to my attire, but instead of the extremely long "kaprees", he wore a pair of gray plad shorts with a plain white shirt. Smiling, Kevin took off his sunglasses, showing off his intense, piercing, blue eyes. "Well, gunna say anything? Or are you just gunna stare at me?" Kevin asked jokingly. "I...uh...sorry, thought I saw something behind you," I stammered, not actually knowing if I was either lying or not. "Aww, somebody's in love," Tyrone cooed jokingly, punching me on the left shoulder. This might have been true, I thought that I might have been in love with Kevin; it felt wrong though, to be in love with another male. "Go get yourself a boyfriend!" I growled playfully, shoving Tyrone back a bit, knowing that Kevin would have to break us up even though we were just fooling around. Giggling a bit, Tyrone tackled me onto the ground, making my yip again. As I plummeted to the ground below, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin giggling quietly at us. He was obviously blushing; the pink was evident through the white fur around his face. I landed with a hard thud onto the cement below me; Tyrone landed on top of me a few milliseconds afterward--yet again making me yip. Still giggling, Tyrone started to grab at my hips--my hips were one of my many weak points, and if someone ever grabbed at one of my weak points, I would fall over on the ground, laughing. "Ty...stop!" I yelped out over my giggles and yipps. "Ty! Please...stop! You're...stop!" I squirmed on the ground beneath Tyrone as he continued to playfully squeeze my hips. Smiling a bit more, Kevin giggled and grabbed Tyrone by the scruff but didn't pull him off of me. Tyrone yipped a bit, still squeezing at my hips some more, showing no signs of letting go. Kevin snickered a bit, obviously enjoying watching me getting mauled by Tyrone--I too thought it was quite funny, which amazed me because I was the victim of the assault that Tyrone had bestowed onto me. "Ty...let Kyle go, you're going to give him a heart attack or something," Kevin said, picking Tyrone off of me. "C'mon, leave the little runt alone, you know that he can't fend for himself," he joked. I was always called the "runt" because I was the youngest of our little group--Kevin and Tyrone were both fourteen, and I would only turn fourteen in about six months. I staggered up off of the ground, brushing some dirt off of my shirt, "Goddamit Tyrone, the hell was that for?" I asked, trying to make myself stop panting. "Heh, you know you liked it," Tyrone swaggered, smirking a bit at me; Kevin snickered a bit from Tyrone's remark. My cheeks were burning red now; feeling a bit angry, I playfully shoved Tyrone, making him stumble backward into Kevin. I felt that we all--Tyrone, Kevin, and I--have really changed over the years; we were still all wild, just like we were when we were young. Today was just a normal day for the three of us: playing, wrestling, and anything else that would entertain us; we normally didn't care if anyone stared at us when we were wrestling--we liked to wrestle in public, but we really didn't have any specific reasons as to why. Now, we were a bit more relaxed, laid back, and not as insane. Not as insane was an understatement; when we were young, we would normally talk to inanimate objects for fun, and now we would just play videogames or something of that sort for fun. Kevin chuckled and pushed Tyrone out of his way; it was pretty obvious that he had enjoyed himself by watching Tyrone's assault on me. "You liked it," he whispered to me as passed my ear. As Kevin walked away, I turned around and smiled, "Shove it," was all I said before turning back to Tyrone. The fox stood there, quietly snickering, his eyes glistening a bit from tears--sometimes, Tyrone would laugh so hard, that he would actually start to cry. It seemed like everything was hysterical to this fox, but nobody seemed to care about his taste in comedy. A few vixens passed the snickering fox, they all did the same thing: roll their eyes and sighed--typical prisses. As the three vixens walked away, their almost-perfect hips swayed in unicent with their bushy tails, their sluttish-looking clothing looking like it would just slip off of their bodies. For any male fur, this sight would make them harder than a diamond in a blizzard, but something surprised me; my sheath didn't even stir at the sight of the three vixen's tight rumps, it confused me deeply. Maybe my tiredness was catching up with me--I was never much of a morning furson, myself--or I just didn't like the vixens. Whilst watching the three strut away into the main building of the school, my mind raced with questions: Why was I not aroused? Is there something wrong with me? Am I...gay? Suddenly, I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Dude, it's time for class," I heard a faint voice say; it was Tyrone. "The bell just rang, c'mon homeroom is going to start without you." Blinking a few times, I spun around to face Tyrone; I smiled and said, "Thanks Ty, I must've zoned out. See you at study hall then?" Yeah, see you at study hall," the fox smiled and walked toward one of the other buildings that resided behind the main building--where I was headed. Tyrone spun around and started to walk backward; he raised his right paw and made the peace sign. "Peace!" he yelled. "Out!" I finished, returning the peace sign to him. I waved to Tyrone and ran into the main building of the school. The interiors of the buildings were also identical; the same old gray marble tiles made up the floor, the ceilings were made up of what looked like Styrofoam, but it was somehow a lot more durable and it was colored a gross brown color. The walls were made up of white bricks that had a glossy, almost glassy feeling finish on them; the lockers were all a dull gray with bronze numbers on the top of them, and a built-in lock that was located midway down the locker and onto the left side. Each of the deep blue locks had the numbers from one to forty on them, and they were only opened with a three-number combination. All of the doors in the school--except for the front and back doors--were all made of the same material too, a deep caramel colored wood (when the front and back doors were made of some sort of metal and had a blue paint on it). The school reminded me of something fresh out of the fifties, which scared me a bit because my parents grew up in the fifties, and they might've even came to this very school when they were younger--my parents have lived in this town all their lives, ever since they were born. Shaking my head--just to get rid of the bad thoughts of my parents coming to this school--I walked toward my homeroom; today, we wouldn't need anything for class, just ourselves. The day went smoothly for me; in most of my classes, we (the whole class) just talked, listened to our iPods or MP3 players, or watched a movie that the teacher would put on for us. In music class, I got to beat on my teacher's drum set for a bit; surprisingly enough, I was good, and I had never played the drums before in my life. Study hall with Tyrone wasn't too bad either, just a bit boring. Tyrone and I talked about the most random things that period, we talked about: our plans for the summer, what movies that were out that we wanted to see, videogames, music, and we even talked a little about books--which was rare for Tyrone to speak about, I loved to read, but he despised reading. My final three classes worked out well also--I just listened to my iPod the whole time anyway. In my last class of the day, I got to be with Kevin, so we also talked about mostly all the same subjects that Tyrone and I spoke about; this time, however, we talked a little bit more about books--Kevin enjoyed books a little more than Tyrone did. The whole class I always caught myself staring into Kevin's intense, blue eyes...somehow, I just got lost in them and I had no way out. Maybe...just maybe I was falling in love with this husky...just maybe. During the last agonizing minuets left of class, Kevin and I--along with the rest of the class--stood by the ancient door and stared up at the clock above it...just two measly minuets left in class. As I stood by the door, Kevin at my side, I was smiling deeply. Now, I was just too excited for the end of school to control myself; just as the clock ticked down to the last minuet of school, my left paw shot over to Kevin's right paw and grasped it. I didn't even notice, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin looking down at our now interlocked paws. He actually looked a bit surprised, but not shocked, and he didn't even let go of my paw, he just held my paw in his...almost like we were mates. After what seemed like forever, the loud school bell rang, indicating the end of the day and the start of summer. Now completely ecstatic, I turned to Kevin and smiled, my paw still in his. I looked down and finally noticed that I was holding his paw; quickly, I pulled my paw out of Kevin's and stormed out of the classroom that we were confined in for the last twenty minuets. My cheeks were burning crimson, and I was completely embarrassed. As I nearly ran my way toward the front doors of the building, I felt someone grab my paw ever so lightly. I turned around to jerk my paw away from this furson; but I discovered that it was Kevin again; he was smiling a bit at me. "K-Kevin?" I asked, "What are you doi-" Kevin gently pressed a finger onto my lips with his free paw to stop me. "It's okay, I know what's going on here." He mused, smiling a bit more. I pulled away from his paw. "What do you mean?" I asked, not quite knowing what I was getting myself into. Kevin chuckled a bit, "You know...last period, when you know...kinda grabbed my paw." My eyes widened in fear, but also in slight surprise. "Uhh...that, ummm...you see," I stammered. Kevin's jaw tightened, and he grabbed my paw again; obviously he had something to say. "You know, just forget it," I almost spat at Kevin, turning away from him. I tried to walk to the front doors, but I was restrained by Kevin's grip on my paw. "Kevin, please, let me go," Kevin's expression changed, instead of looking like he was excited about something, now his ears folded down and the husky had a glum look on his face. "What?" I asked, turning all the way back to face Kevin. "I thought you... you..." Kevin started. "You thought that I what?" Now, my confusion was getting worse; what was wrong here? Kevin took a deep breath--something quite rare for him, because he was always confident...never nervous--and looked into my eyes. "Look," he started, his voice now a bit more firm. "This isn't easy, but..." I began worry, something might have been completely wrong with Kevin, I just didn't know what. "I..." Kevin continued, "I'm in love," he finally said in what was almost a whisper. Feeling a bit relieved, I smiled, "That's it? What's her name?" I inquired. "That's where the problem lies," Kevin murmured, looking down at the floor. "I think that I'm in love with...you," "What?" I asked, almost stunned from what Kevin just told me. "Are you serious?" Kevin slowly shook his head in the positive gesture. Suddenly, a wave of mixed feelings crashed over me, I felt happy because someone actually loved me, I was confused because I just found out that Kevin loved me, and I was scared because what if Kevin was pulling a prank on me? I wanted to just run, but my legs wouldn't budge, like they were made of cement, but I wanted to stay with Kevin too...because, I think I was in love with Kevin too. "Oh Kevin...I uh, think I love you too," I automatically replied, having no control over what I said. He smiled slightly and looked back up at me, it almost looked like he was going to cry. A tear actually slid down his cheek, but I reached up and softly whipped the tear away from the husky's cheek. Kevin smiled a bit more and wrapped his arms around my shoulders; he pulled me close into him and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I could hear his steady heartbeat; his slow, even breathing...it all was so perfect. After a minuet or two of hugging Kevin, I pulled away, smiling a bit myself. "So...I guess that we're mates now?" I asked. Kevin shook his head, and I noticed that our paws had never lost contact with each other ever since Kevin grabbed it after I left my last class. Kevin slowly shook his head again, "Yes, I guess that we're mates now," he agreed, "Well, we better go home or we'll be stuck here all summer." I giggled a bit, "Yeah, I guess we should get out of here. The busses must've already left, so we can go to my place and my mom or dad can drive you home, or you could just hang out for a bit." I suggested. "Yeah, I guess I could hang out at your place for a bit." "Okay, sounds like a plan then," I mused. I started to walk toward the front doors of the building again, Kevin followed close behind, our paws still in contact with each other. As we walked out of the school building, my new mate released my paw and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close into his side. Giggling quietly, I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked down the road to my house--we had about two miles until we reached my house. For once in my thirteen-and-a-half years of existence, I was truly happy.

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Title: Dragonborn Rising Ch. 02 Tags: fantasy, fan fiction, skyrim, dragonborn, celebrity, celebrities *Compared to 'The Dragonborn Comes', which I can admit is incredibly smutty, for good reason, this story will be a little more plot driven than that. Well, maybe... Most chapters regarding 'Dragonborn Rising' will only have one major romantic / sex scene, maybe two at a stretch. But they aren't just thrown in for any old reason. Well, maybe... Unlike what I said at the beginning of 'Dragonborn Comes', this won't be a prequel, as I've had plenty of ideas of where to take this story that simply won't relate to that. So while the main character may be similar, if not the same, the two stories are separate. Let me know what you think in either the comments or by feedback. \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 2 - In the Company of Thieves* \*\*\*\*\* Vex and I spent three days casing the Goldenglow estate, looking for any signs of weakness, learning patrol patterns, when there was a change in the guard, how many guards there were, were there any visitors, who they might be, anything and everything that would gain us an advantage and get us inside the building itself. In addition to the work, we actually spent time talking. She certainly kept her cards close, and prising anything out of her was like pulling teeth, but once she realised that I was honest about anything I told her, probably strange considering our line of work, she slowly but surely started to open up. "Don't start getting any funny ideas, Ragnar. I'm in this job for the gold, not to make friends." She then paused and looked me up and down. "However, I'm also a flesh and blood woman, and compared to most of the idiots who work for us, you appear to have some talent, and you're rather handsome." "Thanks." "Don't let it go to your head." "But?" The shield cracked for a moment as she smiled. "Well, like any woman, I like to be fucked. Tell you what. We do this job clean, I might just be interested enough to give you what you clearly want." "I don't expect sex in... Actually, that's a lie." Now she properly laughed. "You're serious?" Shrugging, I said, "I may have taken the opportunity for a good fuck session as payment for jobs while working for the Fighter's Guild. Pissed off my old Guild Master when I returned with no coin but empty balls." Returning to the Guild, Brynjolf showed interest in what we learned, Vex and I agreeing that we would hit Goldenglow the next evening. A good thief uses anything they can to their advantage, and darkness is a thief's natural ally. The night before hitting Goldenglow, I headed up to the Bee and Barb for a good meal and a stiff drink. I'll be honest in admitting it was due to a case of the nerves. The last big job I'd done in Cyrodiil ended with me critically injured and on death's door. Vex and I knew what we would be walking into this time, but there was still lingering doubt in the back of my mind. Sitting at my already usual chair, I was joined by Haelga after I'd polished off my meal. She sat down without invitation, which didn't bother me at all, gesturing for a couple of drinks for us. Once the tankards were placed down and my plate cleared away, I leaned forward a little. "I didn't know if you'd ever approach me or not," I admitted. "You left me rather intrigued, Ragnar. I've seen you wandering around town. Have you found yourself some work?" "I have. Keeps me occupied and out of trouble." "Good to know." She paused, before asking quietly, "And you weren't leading me on about the Dibella worship?" I was surprised she moved onto that topic so quickly, so smiled as I said, "I'll put it in words you'll understand, Haelga. I love to fuck. And I love nothing better than bringing a woman to continuous orgasm." She smiled in return. "It's unusual to meet a man so blunt in his desires. So many beat around the bush or find themselves unable to speak about the subject, embarrassed about their natural desire for intimacy." "And what do you desire, Haelga?" "A thick, hard cock filling all my holes." "Play your cards right, and you might just get your wish." "Not tonight?" she asked, pouting a little bit. "I have important work tomorrow, and while you would be a delightful distraction, I must be focused." She surprised me by leaning across and kissing me. A soft kiss, but one that promised a lot more, running a hand down my cheek for good measure. "Well, I'll just have to make do with my fingers tonight then," she whispered. "You're quite blunt yourself." "My sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of." "Absolutely. I like a woman who knows what she wants." "Sure I can't convince you?" "Part of me wants to. But good things come to those who wait, Haelga. But if you're seriously interested in me, I can admit that interest is returned." "Deadly serious." We shared a couple of tankards, and we actually got to know each other a little bit. I was saddened to learn she was a widower, only married to her husband for a year before he passed. She'd been a widower for five years, and freely admitted to having bedded a number of men, though added many were only the once as she was still looking for the one to satisfy her cravings. Other than that, she happily ran the Bunkhouse, finding enjoyment in providing the working man with a safe place to eat, relax and sleep. I told her about most of my history, and figured as she'd been so honest, I was just as honest, including why I'd been run out of Cyrodiil. She found that rather amusing, but didn't find the fact I had a harem of lovers unsurprising at all. Staying late enough for us to be kicked out when the bar closed for the night, I escorted her the short walk back to her front door. I think she was hoping I would change my mind, and while I wanted to go inside and fuck her brains out, I actually wanted to wait. So we shared quite the kiss on her doorstep, my hands wandering her body, particularly getting a nice feel of her arse. "I spend all day on my feet, Ragnar," she whispered, "Toned arse and legs." "Guess they'll feel fantastic around my waist." "Particularly if you're in my arse." She paused before asking, "Does that shock you?" "I've done it before, so no, it doesn't." "I love it, Ragnar. Almost as much as I love a big cock in my cunt." She paused before asking, "Can I have a quick feel?" I nodded and she slid a hand down my trousers. Considering the topic of conversation most of the night and the kiss we just shared, I was nursing a semi, so she got a good indication of what I had between my legs. When her eyes met mine, I couldn't help chuckle. "I think that should satisfy you, Haelga." She kissed me hard, her hand still down my trousers. I eventually had her pressed against the door, and it was only through sheer willpower that I finally pulled away. "When, Ragnar?" she almost pleaded. "If I'm not busy, the night after tomorrow." "Okay." She kissed me again, a soft one that again promised more, before she opened the door, wished me goodnight, and disappeared. I'll admit it. I liked her already. A woman who freely admitted that she loved to fuck without feeling ashamed? She was right up my alley. And I think she might have a few kinks worth exploring. Returning to the Flagon, the place was empty so I walked through to the cistern, to see only a couple of the other still awake. Vex was asleep, so no doubt she was relaxed about the next evening. I just headed to my own bed, kicked off my boots, undressed, jerked off (which I desperately needed to do!) and went to sleep. Vex and I stuck to the Flagon the next day, though we made sure that no alcohol was consumed. Brynjolf not so subtly suggested that my previous evening companion had been noted, but he didn't make a big deal of it, simply warning me to be careful, considering she had been a mark. I assured him I wouldn't mix business with pleasure. Waiting until night was starting to fall, Vex used the secret exit through the cistern and stuck to the shadows as we made our way to the front gate. It was only a twenty minute walk to the estate, though the sewer grate we needed required a quick swim across the lake. We made it there without being noticed and slid inside to find nothing but darkness. Vex knew a little magic, surprising considering she was a Nord, and summoned a flame spell to provide a little light, though we found a torch quickly enough so we could use that to make our way forward. Exiting the sewer, we were near the back entrance, and Vex got to work. She broke more than one pick, suggesting it was a tough bastard, but she eventually managed to get it open. Thankfully we knew the layout so took the lead, though we were both now armed. The rule was that the main target shouldn't be harmed, but the mercenaries were fair game. Sneaking would always be the better option, but the hallways provided next to no cover, and we eventually had to get physical. Vex was diminutive, particularly compared to someone of my size, but she was bloody fast with her dual daggers. The noise drew the attention of other mercenaries, and we were soon working back to back. The narrow hallways worked to our advantage, and we managed to take down five of the mercenaries without taking too many wounds ourselves. "Shit, we'd better find Aringoth and get out of here," she muttered. "Don't forget we need to do the hives too." "We'll do that last." Making our way upstairs, I took the lead and met the mercenaries waiting for us head on. The first one met my sword with barely a block returned. The second one was a little more talented, while Vex watched my back as a third tried to take me from behind. This was no time for a draw out battle, and I had no problem fighting dirty, putting a boot into his knee. That caused him to crumple and I put my sword through his throat. The fourth mercenary barely had any fight left in him, but I wasn't about to let him run and get help, though I did feel maybe just a teeny tiny bit sorry for him as I ran a sword through his gut. Finding Aringoth cowering in his bedroom, it didn't take much for him to come clean once he realised it was both Vex and I. He didn't know me, but he knew Vex well enough. Crouching down near him, I said, "You know who sent us. You know who we work for. So I will ask only the once. Give us what we want, and we'll leave you alive." "You don't work like that," he muttered. I glanced back at Vex. "I don't think Maven Black-Briar will care whether you live or die after this little stunt," she stated. "Your choice, Aringoth. Give us the key and what we want, and we'll at least give you the chance of escaping with your life." He obviously didn't want to die, and figured taking his chance afterwards was better than trying to fight both of us. His hand was shaking as he handed over the key, though he was incapable of giving any more information about who had set everything up. All I was left thinking is that he was more terrified of them than us. With a last suggestion for Aringoth to leave Riften, and do it quickly, lest Maven send others to deal with him instead, Vex and I headed downstairs. There were more mercenaries in the basement, and despite our pleas about what happened upstairs, they were idiots and decided to fight us. I wasn't used to working without a shield, but found I could easily take on two at a time, the speed of my blade catching them unawares. Neither had a lot of talent, leaving me wondering what sort of mercenaries Aringoth had hired. Vex helped take out the third as I near enough took out my two at once. The safe wasn't exactly a treasure trove, but we swiped the gold and picked up a piece of paper. I handed it to Vex, who I figured would know a little bit more, as I made sure I emptied the room, finding more gold a nearby chest. "What a fucking idiot!" she exclaimed. "What?" "Oh, Aringoth, what have you done?" she questioned herself before looking at me. "We'd better get back to Brynjolf. He'll want to see this." Thankfully we didn't have to go back through the manor, finding a secret exit that took us back into the sewer and out the way we had arrived. Following the shore, we found a small bridge back to the mainland, helping hoist Vex up onto it before I managed to clamber up, and under the cover of darkness, clouds covering the moon, we quickly took care of the hives as requested before carefully making our way back to Riften. "Ragnar, wait," Vex called once we were away from the major. I turned to look at her, just able to see her face in the darkness. "Thanks." "For what?" "I'll be honest. You kept me alive just then. If I'd done this job alone as originally intended, I'd be dead. Those mercs didn't fuck around." "No worries. Just doing my job." "You're good with a blade. You fought with the Fighter's Guild, right?" "Aye." "Look, as I said, I don't mix business with pleasure, but I'll admit, watching you fight was mesmerising, and it's had me thinking since. About pleasure instead of business. But I'll put it bluntly. I'm not fucking you in the Flagon or cistern. I think we can both admit it's disgusting down there, and there's also no privacy." "The inn?" "I'd rather not go in there. Look, you've got my interest, but I'll leave it at that for now." "Okay. It's always nice to know where I stand at least." It didn't take long to return to the Guild, using the secret entrance I'd been shown located in the graveyard, which was much quicker than heading through the Ratway each time, though I'd been warned by Brynjolf to only use it when it was dark. Everyone was asleep upon entering the cistern, so Vex and I agreed to have a quick nap and hand the information over the next morning. It had been a rather long day, so once I'd kicked off my boots, I collapsed back onto my bed and practically fell straight to sleep. \*\*\*\*\* "Aringoth sold Goldenglow? What's that idiot thinking? He has no idea the extent of Maven's fury when she's been cut out of a deal, but I'm certain he'll find out. If only the parchment had the buyer's name instead of this odd symbol. Any idea what that may be?" Vex and I swapped a glance and shrugged. "Never seen it before," I replied. Vex added her own thoughts, none particularly helpful but rather amusing. "I'll check my sources and ask Mercer. Good job, the pair of you. You made a good team." "Thanks," we stated in unison. "No major jobs for the moment, either of you, but keep your ears open. There's always the next big score." Remembering the promise I'd made to Haelga, I hung around Riften the next couple of days. I didn't go on a crime spree around Riften. There were a few rules I remembered while working for the Guild in Cyrodiil. One main rule was that you didn't steal from the unfortunate and the poor. I wouldn't say we were idealists, we were still thieves, but we would make sure those less fortunate than even us were taken care of. Those homeless you see wandering the streets generally have our protection. Fuck with one of them and you'd have the Guild on your tail. Taking my usual chair in the Bee and Barb the night I'd stated, it was no surprise Haelga wandered in a few minutes later, immediately taking the spare chair at my table. After ordering us a pair of drinks, we made polite conversation, but we both knew what we were there for. Just seeing her had me nursing a slowly growing erection. By the time we entered her bedroom, I'd probably already be rock hard. "Want to get out of here?" she asked once we finished the first tankard. I don't think either of us had moved so fast in our lives. I'm sure plenty noticed, but I certainly didn't care. Once inside her bunkhouse, she led me by the hand upstairs. The second floor was where those who resided in the bunkhouse slept, as I was led up another set of steps. "I call it the penthouse," she explained. It was quite a nice room. A large window looked over Riften. The room was tastefully decorated, though there were hints of her Dibella worship in everything. The statue took pride of place on the mantelpiece. Closing the door, she slowly walked towards me, eventually resting her hands on my chest, looking up at me. She was a good four to five inches shorter than I was. "Have you been thinking about me?" she wondered. "I have." "Good thoughts?" "Of course. If our kiss was a sign of things to come..." The first kiss that evening was a surprise, soft and tender though our hands were all over the other, pulling her tight to my body and growling into her mouth, causing her to break it and giggle. "My, you are strong, Ragnar," she said softly, running her hands up my back and down my arms, "How old are you, if I may ask?" "Twenty-one." That made her chuckle. "What?" "It's been a long time since I made love to or fucked someone so young." "Why, how... Ah, I know enough not to ask." "I'm twenty-eight, Ragnar. You know I was married, and that was five years ago, so I'm obviously older. And most of the men I've been with since were actually older than me." She surprised me by resting her head on my chest, cuddling into me. "I'm actually a little surprised." "Why?" "Men your age generally don't look at women like me." "Well, those men are obviously idiots." To prove how much I actually wanted to be there, I took the lead and spent a long time undressing her. Each piece of skin was touched by either fingers or my lips, ensuring I spent plenty of time kissing her regardless. She only wore a simple dress, and once I had her down to her bra and panties, she didn't turn shy, instead wondering what I thought, the first hint of nerves. I just held her close again and kissed her, no doubt feeling my erection pressed against her. "What does that tell you?" I've never seen a woman drop to her knees as quickly as she did, her hands fumbling with my belt and trousers in her desperation to release my cock. Why she did that, I shrugged off my coat and shirt, throwing those away. Once she had my cock free, I managed to kick off my boots and everything else as she stroked my cock, and once I was naked, she wasted no time trying to swallow my length. Running a hand through her hair, she only looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers, and I couldn't help watch as she slowly but surely managed to swallow my length. Hand on heart, she was the best cocksucker I'd had up until that moment in my life. I'm not exactly sure what she was doing, but it felt awesome, and I knew I wasn't going to last too long. I needed a distraction and I also wanted to return the favour. "I want to taste you too, Haelga." My cock popped out of her mouth and she stood up, allowing me to remove her bra, revealing her breasts. They were around a handful, and I had large hands, so I knew I'd enjoy them. Helping remove her panties, I wasn't surprised to see her pussy was bald, putting my nose to her groin and inhaling her scent. That just made her giggle. "Like it?" she wondered. I just licked my lips, earning another laugh, with a playful slap on the shoulder. Grabbing her hand, I laid back on the bed as she fell down on top of me, and we made out for a little while again. She eventually turned around and swallowed my cock without hesitation, so I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her for the first time, before I started to tease her in return. That distracted her from her cocksucking just enough, so I knew I'd last just a little longer. But, as I said, she was brilliant, and despite my best efforts to please her at the same time, desperate to continuously taste her, I eventually had to stop as I found myself gently thrusting into her mouth. Though I couldn't concentrate on eating her out, I could slip a couple of fingers inside her, and she certainly enjoyed that, fucking my fingers in return as she continued to suck my dick. She stopped only for a moment to say, "You're going to finish in my mouth, Ragnar." Like I was going to disagree to that. I gave her rather firm arse a good slap, which made her squeal as she blew me. I eventually had to remove my fingers, ensuring I enjoyed her taste, as I simply focused on what her mouth and tongue was doing to my cock. "Haelga," I breathed. Grabbing her body, I soon started to thrust a little harder into her mouth. I felt her lips tighter around my cock, as if she knew what was going to happen. I groaned again as I felt my orgasm approach, doing my best not to just start fucking her face. She seemed to enjoy sucking my cock, and as it was only her first time doing it, I'd like her to do it again. "Haelga," I said a little louder, and I'm sure my eruption into her mouth didn't actually catch her by surprise. She took the load well, and didn't spill a drop. By the Eight, I swear I must have felt six pumps into her mouth, but she was greedy for my cum, and happily swallowed the lot, feeling her start to immediately clean me up with her tongue. My cock was rather sensitive, but she couldn't get enough. Resting back on the bed, she swung herself around, feeling the heat of her sex on my groin as she rested her head just above mine. "Well, I can say I'll happily do that again, Ragnar." "Like it?" "You must have a good diet. Most men don't taste that good. I've spat out more often than I've swallowed." I couldn't help chuckle as she was nothing but honest. Running a hand down her cheek, she closed her eyes and smiled, running it up and through her hair, dragging her down for a soft kiss. "Well, I think it's clear I really like you already, Ragnar. And you haven't properly eaten my pussy yet." "I think that situation needs to be rectified immediately. Want to sit on my face?" The smile that broadened across her face was incredibly sweet, and I think the suggestion made her day. Sliding down the bed so my entire body was flat, she walked on her knees until hovering above my face, teasing me by lowering her pussy to me before raising herself up. "Beg for it," she said. "Please!" "How much do you want my pussy?" "Like you wouldn't believe, Haelga." "Do you want to fuck my pussy?" "Afterwards." "And my arse?" "Definitely." "Will you tie me up and dominate me?" That caused a moment of pause. "You're serious?" "I just want to know what you're capable of. So, would you be willing to do that?" "Honestly, Haelga, I'll do anything you want... Bar a couple of things which I'd hope we both find disgusting." That made her laugh as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I think she was rather turned on, as although she was soaking wet, and I thoroughly enjoyed her taste, as I was left thinking she was going to climax rather quickly. I could watch her body as I ate her out, and I think she put on a slight show for me, running her hands up her soft stomach to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze and pinching her nipples, looking down at me with eyes that spoke volumes about what I was doing to her. "You're good," she breathed. I would have said thanks, but I was concentrating on teasing her entrance as she started to grind on my face, covering my mouth and chin in her juices. She was definitely loving my attention to detail, but quickly asked for me to focus on her clit. Teasing her there, she grabbed my hands to hold her in place, suggesting she would fall off when she climaxed. Doing that kept her in place, and I forced her down on my mouth even more. "Someone's eager." I muffled something about wanting to make her cum on my face, but that only made her laugh, as she could barely understand me. By now she was just watching me, and my eyes were only for her, feeling her body continued to grind on my face. When her eyes closed and she shuddered, I knew she was getting close. I was now totally focused on her clit. "Harder... faster... Make it big..." Some women I'd been with couldn't take that sort of treatment, being too sensitive. Maybe she was sensitive but could handle it, wanting the feelings that it gave her. Good news for me if I gave her good orgasms. Leaning down slightly, she grabbed a handful of my hair as I held onto her tight, listening to her breathing and moans, knowing she was getting closer. "So close," she breathed, "Oh, Ragnar..." When she came, it was spectacular. She was very noisy. Her language was filthy, which I absolutely loved. Tell me what you're really thinking. She flowed and I swallowed what she gave me, continuing to grind against my face as she near collapsed forward, only held in place by my strong hands, as she called them. Lifting herself off my face, she manoeuvred back down my body so we were face to face. She had a giggle, as no doubt my mouth, nose and chin were now soaking. I could feel my beard was rather wet, though that didn't stop her kissing me. "Hmmm, I taste good, don't I?" "I'll want to taste you again and again." Leaning down to my ear, she whispered, "I love my taste as well. I love putting a couple of fingers in my mouth after they've been in my cunt." I couldn't help chuckle at her honesty as I wrapped my arms around her, running a hand up and down her back. We took a few minutes to relax, though I was already rock hard again. She no doubt felt it, but no doubt wanted to wait at least a little while too. "Ragnar, a question." "Hmmm." "Will you be wanting other girls? I merely ask because you've been honest about your life before." "And I'll continue to be honest with you. I like variety." "Okay. What about in the future?" I could only shrug before replying, "I'm not sure. I don't think that far ahead. I think of the here and now, and maybe what I'll be doing in a week." I paused before asking, "Why do you ask?" She lifted her head to meet my eyes. "I'll be honest already. I've found what I've been looking for in those other men." I definitely blushed as she kissed me softly on the lips. "But I am not asking you to commit or anything like that. I think we should agree right now that as long as we're honest, this will work going forward. We clearly like each other, and I know I'm going to love fucking you, and vice versa I hope, so as I said, honesty is important." "I can agree to that," I stated, before kissing her, "And I like you a lot already too." She kissed me hard for that and rolled me over so I was on top of her, and I slid inside her with little ceremony. I took my time inserting my full length, but once I filled her, she placed her little feet on the small of my back and begged for me to fuck her. That's what she got, and the headboard was soon banging against the wall, and she was screaming or moaning rather loudly. I'm fairly sure we would have woken the others downstairs, though as I was busy giving it to her, I didn't really care about that. I just wanted to fuck her, cum inside her, and hope she'd cum too. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she begged for me to keep fucking her. "Your cock is marvellous, Ragnar." "And your pussy is nothing but warm, wet and tight, Haelga." That made her blush for a moment. I think it was just the fact I so readily complimented her. "What?" I wondered. "Most men are usually so quiet." "I will always let you know what I think or feel. And your pussy, Haelga, is fantastic. I can't wait to cum inside you." "Oh gods!" she exclaimed, kissing me hard before dragging my head down beside hers. In that position, I could give her a proper pounding while listening to her breathing and moaning, feeling her shuffle her body slightly, moaning again. "So deep. So good," she muttered. I growled something as I was now doing nothing but pumping into her. She suggested I was hitting the right spots, which pleased me, wrapping my arms up and under her body to her tight, she did the same around my back. We were both now bathed in sweat, her legs now as tight around me as possible. "Fuck me, Ragnar. Fuck me as hard as you can." What did she think I was trying to do?! But I tried to fuck her even harder. I was now worried we'd break the bed, or smash the headboard through the wall. I lifted my head to look at her, and we kissed, one so passionate, it made me feel a little funny as I fucked her. "I'm close," I whispered. "It's okay. I want to feel you cum inside me, Ragnar. Please..." The desperation in her voice was actually rather sweet, so I just focused on her face as I felt my orgasm approach. I would have liked to hold it back for a while longer to ensure she climaxed too, but I honestly think she just wanted me to finish inside her. I warned her one last time, but all she did was shuffle a little more, tighten her legs around me, and told me to make her mine. I'm not sure what it was, but the orgasm I had while inside her was one of the best of my life to that point, probably to the equal of the very first one I had with Ariel all those years ago. I buried myself deep in her pussy as I blasted, my head on the pillow beside hers as I groaned and swore rather loudly, feeling hers legs tight around my waist, her arms around my back, holding her just as tight before I finally relaxed. "Holy shit!" I managed to state once I'd regained my senses. Lifting my head, Haelga had the broadest grin possible, running a hand down my cheek, enjoying the feel of my trimmed beard. "Definitely a keeper. You're a stallion, Ragnar." I was surprised I was still rather hard, and she made no motion to unwrap her legs as I lifted my body slightly. Looking down, we were bathed in sweat, nothing unusual in that, the moonlight causing it to glisten on her body. "You really find me attractive?" She sounded so unsure in that moment, it actually hurt my heart a little. Meeting her eyes again, she searched mine in return. "So many judge me, Ragnar, yet they know nothing about me. They call me names behind my back. I know they do." Grabbing a towel, I slid out of her, lying down next to her on my side. She turned to face me as I wrapped an arm around her again, our legs in between each the other. "I've done things I'm not proud of Ragnar. I can admit that. Things I should probably be ashamed of. But I felt... forced into them. Not by men, if that's what you're thinking. More a case of 'fuck you' to certain people." Lifting her chin with a finger, I smiled at her. "I'm not one to judge anyone, Haelga. I mean, I was run out Cyrodiil by a pack of jealous husbands for bedding their wives. As for anyone who judges you for your lifestyle, I have two words for you. Fuck them." The look of worry on her face was immediately replaced by a smile. "Will you visit me often?" she asked eagerly. "Yes. I can't promise all the time, because I might end up working around Skyrim..." "I know what you're doing." My face fell, and that just made her laugh. "I should sit here, judge and hate you for it. Make me one promise?" I nodded. "Don't thieve from people in Riften. Most of us don't have a lot. Do what you must, but as long as you don't do it here, I'll live and let live." I grabbed both her hands, kissing them as I gave her my word. Being a Nord, giving ones' word was a bond that shouldn't be broken. I'd strive to keep my word to her. Being rather young, and still quite hard, all she needed to do was give me a gentle stroke and I was soon at full mast again, this time being rolled onto my back as she climbed on board. Suggesting she was going to climax rather quickly, I happily watch her bounce on my cock, delighted to hear all her compliments, and rather eager to return them. Her body was fantastic. Her breasts were delightful. Her stomach soft but flat. Her legs were long and toned, as was her pert little arse. Did I find her attractive? I could understand the question, everyone felt unsure about themselves at times, but she made me rock hard, and I knew I'd want to fuck her constantly. Her first climax wasn't long in arriving, watching her shake and shudder and she continued to ride on through. Taking a deep breath and smiling, she simply bounced harder and faster, adamant she wanted another one. Quite frankly, she could ride my cock all night and have as many as she wanted. She was my Nord goddess. After a second orgasm, she finally had to lie down on my chest, and I think our passions for one another were finally sated for the evening. I felt no urge to cum again, and once I slid my cock out of her, it slowly deflated as she slid off me onto the bed, turning to face me. She enjoyed running a hand through my beard, her eyes searching mine in the moonlight through the window. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, her head resting under my chin, and it didn't take long for either of us to fall asleep. Waking the next morning, we enjoyed a little make out session, before she asked me to go, but only because she had to work. I didn't mind, so quickly dressed as she threw on a dressing gown that barely covered her arse, but showed off those fantastic legs she had. Walking me as far as her bedroom door, we kissed a last time, holding her close to my body, and I think we were both thinking of having a last fuck, before she broke the kiss, placed to hands on my chest and said, "Go!" It was stated with a smile, so she was definitely thinking the same thing as me. Heading out into Riften, the sun was hidden by clouds, and it was a cool day. I found myself whistling away as I walked towards the secret entrance, checking I wasn't noticed, before I climbed down to the cistern. Most people were already up and about, and I joined them for breakfast. "Where were you last night?" Cynric asked. "With a friend." There were plenty of sniggers around the table. I ignored them as I chewed on a piece of bread. "Who, if I may ask?" Rune wondered. "Haelga." "Fuck off!" Thrynn exclaimed, "She's..." "Delightful company," I stated, interrupting whatever he was going to say. I looked around the table, meeting the eyes of everyone, male and female alike. I guess I was already a little intimidating, as they all nodded silently. "Anyway, what I do with my free time is my business. And it will remain so as long as it doesn't affect the Guild." I finished breakfast and listened into the conversation, and the topic was simply one of how badly the Guild was doing. The job Vex and I had pulled certainly had tongue's wagging, but while it had been a success, and gained the Guild (and ourselves) some gold, it was a drop in the ocean compared to the so-called glory days. I was left thinking the Guild had completely collapsed across Skyrim. Brynjolf came looking for me, and he appeared rather shocked at what he was about to tell me. Standing away from everyone else for privacy, he said, "I don't believe this, but we've had contact from an old friend in Windhelm." "Why do you look so surprised?" "Because we've had no allies outside of Riften for years. That's how badly all this has gone. Look, Vex is currently occupied with another job, so I would like you to do this. You've made a name for yourself with the Goldenglow job, and Mercer wants you to make contact with this friend in Windhelm. Talk to Delvin, he has all the details you'll need." Delvin told me that I was to get in touch with a man named Torsten Cruel-Sea, who had once been a close ally of the Guild in Windhelm until their influence slowly ebbed away. He was surprised to receive a letter so quickly, though he put that down to Maven Black-Briar no doubt spreading word about the successful hit on Goldenglow. As for transport, the Guild kept no horses, so he suggested I travel by carriage. "Far safer than walking," he admitted, "Even a carriage will take all day. And I'd suggest you wrap up warm. Windhelm is far to the north." "When should I go?" "Immediately if you can. If we can start to spread influence in Ulfric's capital..." "Let me grab a coat, a few supplies, and I'll head out now." "Good luck, Ragnar. And come back with good news for once." Grabbing the coat I'd worn while crossing the mountains into Skyrim, I took a few lockpicks, as they would always come in handy, my sword and shield, just in case I found myself in a fight, and headed out. Thankfully there was a carriage waiting at the main gates, and after giving him a few coins, I climbed on board and we headed out. I can honestly say the Rift was a beautiful part of Skyrim. It felt incredibly peaceful, and almost cut off from the rest of Skyrim. We passed a number of small villages, the carriage driver keeping a running commentary of sights as we passed by. The further north we headed, the more the landscape changed, particularly as we passed through Eastmarch, and the natural hot springs that looked absolutely stunning. After a few hours, the weather cooled and though I was a Nord, even I needed to eventually throw on my coat. By the time we reached the outskirts of Windhelm, grass and trees had been replaced by a barren snowbound landscape, pure white snow as far as we could see. The carriage driver stopped at the end of the bridge leading over to Windhelm itself. It was now rather dark, the temperature having dropped even further, enough that I immediately headed straight for the first inn I could find. Not before I needed to step in to help a woman though... One thing I really hate is bullies, particularly two brutish, drunk bullies, who were intimidating a dark elf woman. They both towered over her, jabbing a finger in her direction. "You come here where you're not wanted, you eat our food, you pollute our city with your stink and you refuse to help the Stormcloaks." "But we haven't taken a side because it's not our fight," the woman retorted, obviously frustrated. I wondered how often she'd had this argument with locals. I knew nothing about Windhelm though. "Hey, maybe the reason these grey-skins don't help in the war is because they're Imperial spies!" the other man exclaimed. "Imperial spies? You can't be serious!" "Maybe we'll pay you a visit tonight, little spy. We got ways of finding out what you really are," the first man threatened. I normally don't get involved in such matters, but that's where I stepped in, pushing the second man first, then the man who made the threat. "That's enough, the pair of you." I was pleased to stand taller than both of them, but they looked ready to start swinging, noticing their balled fists at their sides. "You some sort of dark elf lover?" the first asked. "I prefer them to ignorant fucks such as yourself." Probably the wrong thing to say as the second man took a swing. But he was drunk, and I saw it coming, immediately stepping out of the way and putting a fist into his stomach. He fell to the ground, moaning about me hitting him, as the first man squared up to me. He was also drunk, but appeared to at least be clear minded enough not to telegraph a punch. "This is our city. Ours! Don't think I can take you?" I beckoned him forward, dodging his first two swings, before he threw a third that put him off balance. A couple of punches to the body had him down on one knee. "Apologise. Now!" I demanded. "Fuck you." I put a knee into his face and put him on his back, His face now covered in blood, no doubt a broken nose, I picked him up by the collar. "I won't ask again. Apologise to the lady right now." He met my eyes, and though still drunk, I could see fear. I bet no-on had ever stood up to him before. He then looked to my right, his left. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "She didn't hear you. Louder!" I said, balling my fist. "I'm sorry!" he cried. "Better. Now, piss off, the pair of you." I stood back and gave the one still on his hands and knees a kick up the arse. He picked up his friend and the two staggered away, smart enough not to say anything as they disappeared. Turning back to the elven woman, she looked rather surprised by it all. "Never though a Nord would step in to defend someone like me." She looked me up and down. "First time in Windhelm, I take it?" "Aye. Is everyone like that?" "Thankfully, no. But Rolff and Argrenor do like to get drunk and hurl abuse." She smiled and held out a hand. "Suvaris Atheron. Pleasure." "Ragnar. I'm actually here from Riften." "And what brings you to Windhelm?" "Work, but it's rather late, so I was just going to find a place to sleep." "Try Candlehearth Hall. Come, I'll escort you." As we walked together, she told me a little of the problems the Dunmer were having. They had been invited into Windhelm after her people had fled their homeland, but they had been treated badly since arriving. They lived in what was basically a slum area, and apparently Ulfric did not lift a finger to at least try and alleviate some of their problems. It was rather depressing. I thought my people would be better than that. I thought all Nords at least had some sort of honour. Might sound funny saying that, considering I was a thief, but as I'd told Brynjolf, honour among thieves. Suvaris thanked me for stepping in to help her, suggesting that maybe they'd have a peaceful night for once. Leaving me to enter the inn alone, I quickly grabbed a spare room, had an ale and a meal, and asked a few questions about what was happening in Windhelm. Most spoke of the civil war taking place and the stalemate currently between the Stormcloaks and Empire. Asking after Torsten Cruel-Sea, I was given directions to his house, and I decided I'd go there first thing in the morning. I didn't go to bed alone. While enjoying my second drink, I found myself talking to and eventually flirting with a rather attractive woman named Susanna. If I thought Haelga was rather upfront about what she liked, Susanna was something else entirely, quickly suggesting she found me rather handsome among other things. We must have talked no longer than half an hour before she invited herself up to my room, stating she just wanted a good hard fuck before going home. I was left wondering if she was a working girl once I'd emptied myself inside her and she immediately got up and dressed. Instead, all she did was kiss me, thank me for a good time, then headed out the door. I couldn't help laugh to myself as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Title: Repercussions: A Twokinds Fanfic by inuyashasg1 Tags: Basitin, F/F, Fingering, Keidran, Keith, Laura, Lesbian, M/F, Natani, Oral, Vaginal, kinds, two, twokinds Disclaimer All characters belong to Tom Fischbach from his webcomic Two Kinds ([http://twokinds.keenspot.com/](http://twokinds.keenspot.com/)). If you haven't read it before I highly suggest that you do. \*\*\* Natani awoke early next morning, sore from the night before. She sat up in the bed, stretching her arms out, releasing a long yawn. She rubbed her eyes, looking over to the form lying next to her. Keith was still asleep, his face pressed against the pillow with a content, peaceful look. She reached out her hand to wake him, but stopped short. Everything had moved so fast previous night, and while she didn't regret it, she also didn't want anyone to know about it. She withdrew her hand from him and silently got out of the bed. The orange light of dawn poured through the windows, casting long shadows across the room as Natani searched for her cloths. She found them in a pile and slipped on her shirt, boxers, and pants. She then sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned down grabbing hold of her feet wrappings. In the night they started coming lose, and needed to be tightened to comply with Basitin law. When she was completely dressed, she decided to wake up Keith. Natani gently put her hands on Keith's shoulders and shook him. He slowly opened his groggy eyes. Still half asleep, he saw her leaning over smiling at him. His first reaction was panic, thinking of the numerous times they had been in compromising situations like this, but then he recalled the prior night. He smiled back at Natani noticing she was dressed. "What's going on?" Keith asked the wolf as he pulled back the covers and got out of bed. Natani blushed as she glanced down at his flaccid penis dangling between his legs. She wet her lips and began to speak. "I thought it would be best if I left early, so that no one finds out that we spent the night together. Plus, without my magic working I won't be able to hide my scent, so I need to sneak onto the ship without anyone noticing me. I don't want anyone else knowing about my secret." "Would it really be that bad if the others knew about you? I mean, if we're going to be in a relationship... It's just going to be really difficult to keep it secret isn't it?" Keith nervously asked as he grabbed a pair of underware from his dresser. Natani narrowed her eyes as she looked at Keith. She calmly but firmly responded to his question. "Maybe in the future I'll tell the others, but that decision is mine, and mine alone to make." She eased up a bit after she made her point and continued speaking "I'll see you back on the ship." Keith finished dressing after Natani left. Now that he had decided to continue traveling with Natani and the others he needed to decide what to take with him to the ship. Along with his position he had received numerous items, but he wasn't interested in bringing any of them with him. All he needed were the items he had arrived with. Out of his dresser he grabbed several diffrent colored shirts, three pairs of grey trousers, several sets of boxers, and his winter green colored cloak, putting them all in a canvas duffal bag. He walked down the hall to his study to get the last item he needed. Papers, books, and other assorted objects that had been knocked off the desk during the pair's heated exchange still lay on the floor. Keith ignored the mess and went straight over to the desk. He pulled out the third drawer from the top and pushed aside several quills and a container of ink before a glint caught his eye. He moved his hand and grabbed hold of the small key. With the key in hand, he went to the large chest and unlocked it. The interior of the chest was barren save for only his sword. A sign of how little he belonged on the island. Keith returned the key to the drawer and pushed it back into the desk. He gathered his gear and headed towards the door. Just as he reached for the handle he heard a knock. He opened the door nearly instantly, surprising the Basitin soldier on the outside. "Ambassador Keiser," the armor wearing Basitin started. "We've spotted a human and a female Keidran on the outskirts of the city. What would you like us to do?" "What species is the Keidran?" Keith asked, a spark of hope rising at the small chance of Laura somehow being alive. "She appears to be a Fox. It's hard to say for certain with the human carrying her." The Soldier responded in a professional, but detached manor. Keith was shocked at the news, and with hope burning inside him, he gave the soldier an order. "Bring me a horse, we're going to go get them." --- After twenty minutes of hard riding across the coastline, Trace and Laura were finally in sight. Keith jumped off his horse while it was still moving, yelling out Laura's name as he ran towards the pair. Laura began to move in Trace's arms, so he helped the fox to her feet. She took a couple of weak, unbalanced steps towards Keith before collapsing into his arms. "Keith, you're alive." Laura strained to say, her voice shaky and weak. "I was so worried you had been killed. Just seeing you again, I feel like I can finally rest..." Laura passed out with those words. Keith held her close to his body, weaping and mumbling something incoharent that only she was ment to understand. Trace watched Keith hugging Laura to himself, then looked down at his left hand. It was black, chared, and misshaped from his use of black magic. Black magic might be able to save her but there wasn't any guaranty, and just the attempt might kill him. If he could access his regular magic there might be a chance to save her, a very slim chance. He looked back at Keith, who was continuing to sob into Lauras cheak, and decided that a small hope was better then no hope at all. Trace wanted to be gental, but knew that with Keith in this condition he would have to be blunt to get his attention. "Keith, she's going to die if she stays on this island, but there is a chance she could be saved. I might be able to save her with magic, but I can't use any so long as we're on this island. It'll be a long shot, but if we can get far enough away she might have a chance." Keith's crying softened, and he nodded his head, letting Trace know that Keith understood him. Together the two men picked her up and eased her on to the horse, then headed off towards the ship. --- Natani was hiding in a closet as two slaves, a fox and a dog, passed by. The two were talking about what they would do once Trace bought their freedom. In the tight confines of the closet, she could smell not only her own scent, but Keith's also. It had completely slipped her mind that between the kissing, sex, and night spent cuddling together, that she reeked of the Basitin. She realized take she needed to take a bath before heading back to her room. With luck the bath would wash away both scents, at least long enough to avoid any uncomfortable conversations. The bathing room was empty when Natani arrived, just as she hoped it would be. There was no way to lock the door, so she would need to move fast. She thoroughly rubbed her body down with soap, paying special attention to her rear and groin. She submerged her entire body in water, rinsing off the suds. She got up out of the water and lifted her arm to her nose, taking a deep whiff to make sure there was no trace of Keith's scent. All she could smell was the fresh smell of soap, even her own scent was masked and that's when she got an idea. After Natani had dried off, she put her clothes on and snuck back to her room. Once there, she took off her shirt and wrapped her breasts in an attempt to hide them as much as she could. Without the use of magic though, there was still a visible bulge on her chest. She needed something more loosely fitting then a shirt. She grabbed a black robe from a small chest at the foot at her bed. She laid the robe out on the floor, and produced a small bottle from her right trouser pocket. The bottle was full of sweet smelling purfume that belonged to Kathrin; at least it did before Natani had stolen it from the bath. She began to sprinkle it over the robe until half the bottle was empty. The smell would be so strong it would cover up her own natual musk, and if anyone asked, she would just say that she knocked the bottle onto her clothes by accident. Natani suddenly felt ship begin move, much like it felt when they were at open sea. She put on the robe and left the room heading towards the main deck. On the way to the main deck, Natani spotted Flora running down the hallway. "Hey Flora, what's going on?" Natani asked the tigress. Flora stopped for a second and flashed Natani a smile before responding. "Trace is back! Oh, and Keith was with him. I guess now that everyone is back on board, Eric decided it was time to leave." Once she was done telling Natani what she had seen, the two women continued up towards the main deck. On the main deck of the ship, Keith was leaning over Laura, holding her right hand in both of his. She was lying unconscious on a cot taking shallow ragged breaths. Trace was standing next to Keith, looking down at the dying Keidran. Both Natani and Flora approached the two men, not yet seeing the fox. Flora ran up and practically tackled Trace with a hug. Natani on the other hand, casually strolled up to Keith, acting nonchalant until she saw Laura. "I thought she was dead," Natani said, not believing her eyes. "Nearly," Keith responded in a hoarse voice. "She won't last much longer if we can't do something. Trace thinks he might be able to save her with magic if we can get far enough away." Keith looked up from the limp vixen to Natani. "Will you help?" Natani made a quick glance at Flora and Trace to see if they were listening. The two were busy with cuddling, and weren't interested in trying to listen in on Natani and Keith's conversation. "Of course I'll help you idiot. I'm not going to let her die just because we spent one night together. Besides, she helped save us all. I owe her." "Thank you Natani." Keith said smiling as he looked down at Laura. Natani frond slightly as she looked down at Keith holding Laura's hand. She was frustrated and angry, but not at either of them, she was mad at herself. She had her repressed her feeling for Keith for so long, only to act on it all in one moment of weakness. Now everything was going wrong. If Laura survived Keith would be with her. If the vixen died, he would probably be even worse off, somehow believing he failed to save her. Either way Natani was going to get hurt and all because she couldn't control her feelings. Natani walked over to the rail encircling the main deck as she put her self-pity aside and concentrated on trying to find a way to save Laura. She braced her hands on the rails, and leaned over the side, looking back towards the islands. Despite that the ship had only left a few minutes ago, the island was already quite some distance away. The wind was pushing the ship at a high speed, and with luck they would soon be out of this magic void. Of course, there was no way to tell how far the void extended. "Keith said you would help me with Laura." Trace said, breaking Natani's concentration. She turned around, about to say that she couldn't understand him when she spotted Flora. Flora quickly translated what he said and Natani nodded her head up and down. Seeing her response, Trace continued. "Good. To be honest, I'm not sure how much it's going to take to save her, but you can bet it will take a lot. I can already feel the magic starting to grow. I think in another hour we should be far enough away to try saving her. If we wait much longer then that..." Trace let the sentence hang unfinished, not needing to say what everyone already knew. The hour went by slowly but eventually the time for action came. Trace and Natani both took their positions next to Laura. Trace was at her head while Natani was standing at her feet. A small group formed around Laura consisting of Keith, Flora, Eric, and Kathrin, along with a number of the ship's slaves. A blue aura formed around Trace and Natani which then began to move to Laura. The aura grew brighter the longer Trace and Natani continued the spell until it was nearly impossible to look at any of them. Suddenly the aura vanished leaving Laura still lying on the ground. For a few seconds it looked as though the spell had failed, but then Laura began made a small movement. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was a sign that the spell was working. A collective sigh of relief came from everyone who had been watching. Keith had a smile on his face as he carefully picked up Laura. Eric moved next to him and told him that he had a room already prepared for the fox. Keith nodded his head and followed the human down into the ship. Eric opened the door to Laura's room. It was small, only large enough for a chair, small chest, and a bed, but for the time being it would be just fine. Keith gently laid her onto the bed and pulled the cover up over her body. Keith then sat down in the chair next to the bed and began to keep watch over her. Eric bid Keith farewell and left the room. Meanwhile, Natani was still on the main deck, sitting on the wooden floor. Both she and Trace were exhausted from performing the spell. Flora was helping Trace back to their quarters, subtly stroking his chest while whispering something into his ear. Natani watched them as they disappeared down into the ship, briefly imaging that being her and Keith. She sighed, banishing the image from her mind. There was no point in wasting time on what could have been. She pushed herself to her feet, wavering a little as she gained her balance. Slowly she walked down into the ship, through the currently empty corridors and entered her room. Once inside she didn't even bother to take off her clothes before crawling into the bed. As she laid there with her eyes closed, she thought about going to Keith and talking to him. She wanted to know where they stood, but not today. Right now, all she wanted was sleep. --- Natani awoke to a knock at her door. "Who is it?" She asked while yawning. "It's Flora," came the response. "One moment," Natani said stretching her arms and cracking her neck. She got out of the bed and looked down to make sure she was still disguised. Once she was sure everything was fine, she opened the door and let Flora in. "What is it Flora, did something happen?" Natani asked, curious to know why the tiger wanted to talk. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. Trace just woke up a couple of hours ago. No one had seen you since you cast the spell, and I was worried something had happened." Flora said, and edge of concern in her voice. "How long have I been asleep?" Natani asked, now fully awake and aware that something was amiss. Flora fiddled with her fingers and broke eye contact with Natani before responding. "Almost two days." "No one thought to check on me for two days!" Natani yelled, not really at Flora but just in a general disbelief. "In our defense you did lock yourself in your room for a week on the way to the Basitin islands." Flora responded defensively. "Yeah, but that was because I was in... That was because of personal reasons." Natani quickly corrected her story, hoping that the tigress wouldn't inquire about what she almost said. Fortunately Flora wasn't really in a curious mood right then. Natani let out a slow breath, calming herself. "How's Laura doing?" "She was still asleep last time I checked, and Keith was still with her. I think he's been awake all this time watching over her. "Flora told Natani, and then added, "It's really kind of romantic when you think about it." Natani gave Flora a cold look and walked past her out of her room, leaving a confused Flora standing in the doorway. After Natani stopped by ships galley, she went to Laura's room, peaking in to see if either Keith or Laura were awake. Just as Flora had said, Keith sitting there awake. He turned his head and saw her through the crack in the door way. He gave her a small smile, but what she noticed was the dark bags under his eyes and his drooping ears. She quietly entered the room being careful not to wake up Laura, assuming that the fox could even be awakened by noise. "Any change?" Natani whispered to Keith. Keith shook his head. "Not really, but she does seem to be breathing more easily." "How are you doing? Because, I have to be honest; you look like crap." Natani bluntly told Keith. "I'm fine. I've been keeping her company. It's all I can do to help her." Keith told Natani as he gazed at Laura, sadness filling his voice. "Look Keith," Natani started. "I know you want to be with her incase anything should happen, but I doubt she'd want you to do this to yourself. You're clearly exhausted." Keith started to say he was fine, but she cut him off. "Go get a few hours of sleep. I'll stay here with Laura and if anything happens I'll be sure to get you." Keith tried to protest, but Natani gave him a look that told him he had no chance of winning the argument. Giving up he pushed himself to his feet. "Thank you Natani, this means a lot to me." After Keith left the room Natani mumbled to herself. "It's not like I have anything better to do on this ship." She took a seat in the chair Keith had been using. She thought to herself that she might as well get comfortable; it was going to be a long day. About five hours in, Natani caught herself trying to fall asleep. The only thing that stopped her was a knock at the door. She opened the door and saw a slave holding a tray of food. She took from the tray from the dog and thanked him. As she began to eat the food, she wondered to herself how Keith managed to stay awake for the better part of two days with nothing to do. The silence in the room was suddenly broken. "Keith," Laura said weakly while blinking her eyes, trying to get the ceiling in focus. Natani got up out of the chair and leaned over Laura so she could be seen. "How are you feeling?" "Thirsty," Laura replied, her voice rough. Natani grabbed the pitcher of water and poured some into a glass. She helped Laura sit up and handed her the glass saying, "drink it slowly." Laura wanted to gulp down the liquid, but did as the wolf told her. She sipped down the glass, letting it her sooth her dry mouth and sore throat. When she was finished with the water, she asked Natani, "Where's Keith?" "He's asleep." Natani responded but then quickly added that Keith had been watching over her of the last two days straight. Natani didn't want Laura to think that Keith didn't care about her. "I'll go get him. He'll want to know you're awake." "Please don't. He needs to rest, and I don't want be more of a burden to him." Laura said pushing herself up slightly, leaning against the bed's head board. Natani sighed and slightly shook her head. "He doesn't see you as a burden. Are you sure you don't want me to get him?" "Its fine," Laura responded. The two spent the next few minutes in an uncomfortable silence. "Natani, do you mind if I ask you something?" Laura asked breaking the silence. "What do you want to know?" Natani asked before taking a drink of water. Laura responded by innocently asking, "What's Keith like?" Natani was caught off guard by the question and started coughing on the water. Her mind had instantly gone to the dirtiest possible meaning of the question, but then her rational side took hold. There was no way Laura could know that she had sex with Keith. When she had recovered from her coughing fit she responded to Laura's request. "What can I tell you about Keith that you don't already know?" A down trodden look formed on Laura's face. "Keith and I didn't really talk much on the island, and then everything got so hectic. I was hoping that you could tell me what it's been like traveling with him." Natani agreed to Laura's request and began to tell her about what it was like traveling with Keith. She explained that when they first met they were enemies, and through some circumstances she was forced to travel with Keith and the others. Over time she became friends with Keith and now trusts him completely. Natani chose to omit certain details in her story, such as trying to kill Keith when they first met, and about her secret. As she was telling the fox all of this, it occurred to her how nice it was to have someone else to talk with other than just Keith. Laura smiled. "Sounds like he hasn't changed much." Then the vixen asked a question that Natani really didn't want to be asked. "Do you know if there's been anyone since me?" Alarms were going off in Natani's mind as paranoia struck. "Did Laura suspect something? Why would she ask if she didn't?" Somehow through her panic she managed to maintain a cool exterior and responded to Laura's question. "That's something you're going to have to ask Keith about." Natani said in a cheerful manor, careful to give no hint of being with Keith. It wasn't a lie Natani told herself, it was just an omission of the truth. The two continued to talk about various things for the next couple of hours. Eventually a knock came at the door. It was the same slave, with Natani's dinner. Natani thanked the dog that brought her food and took it over to the chair. She was about to dig into the food when it occurred to her that Laura hadn't eaten for days, and was probably famished. "Do you think you can eat?" Natani asked, bringing the tray of food over to Laura. Laura grabbed the tray from Natani and began to scarf down the food. When Laura was done eating Natani took the tray. "I'm going to go get Keith; he's probably awake by now. Let's keep it a secret that you've been awake all this time. As far as Keith knows, I went and got him as soon as you woke up." Natani winked at Laura and left the room. Natani knocked on the door of Keith's , but when she received no answer, she cracked the door and peaked in. She saw that Keith was still sound asleep. Walking over to him, she saw his relaxed face. She leaned down towards him, putting her lips less than an inch from him. Natani held herself there, trying to decide what she wanted to do before pulling away with a sigh. She reached out with her arm and shook him awake. After giving him a few seconds to become fully conscious she told him the good news. "Laura's awake, and she seems to be in good condition." "That's great!" Keith nearly shouted in joy. He hugged Natani causing her to blush, and started to head out of his room. Natani grabbed his arm as he passed by her, stopping him in his tracks. "You might want something more than just your boxers." The wolf said to Keith . He gave a halfhearted laugh and walked over to his bag, pulling out his shirt and pants. --- For the next week Laura remained in her room, continuing to recover. Keith spent nearly every waking moment keeping her company. The few times he wasn't there Natani would visit. Natani and Laura were quickly becoming friends, which was something Natani wasn't sure she was comfortable with. Whenever she was with Laura she felt increasingly guilty about having had sex with Keith. It was becoming too much for her, so she had decided to tell Keith it was over. It was just a one-time thing. They could both just pretend it never hand and move on with their lives. Natani set out to find Keith. First she checked his room, but when she found it was empty she figured he must be with Laura. When she got to the fox's room, she heard Keith speaking to Laura. Rather than interrupt him, she decided to wait until he was done. Curious about what they were talking about, she pressed her ear up to the door. "I didn't want to hurt you, but there's something I need to tell you. I've... I've been with someone else. I can't go into too much detail, but..."Natani heard Keith say. Even through the door she could tell how nervous and sorry he was. Laura cut him off. Natani was surprised, she had expected Laura to sound angry, but her voice seemed to be completely devoid of emotion. "You don't need to explain. We were apart for a long time. It's only natural that you would move on. As long as you're happy Keith, I'm happy. So please go be with them." Natani moved away from the door and hid down the hallway, not wanting to be seen by Keith when he left the room. The last thing she heard Keith say was, "I'm so sorry." From down the hall, Natani watched him leave the room, his head hung low with shame. When he was gone Natani went in. She found Laura softly crying on the bed, though she quickly stopped when she heard someone enter the room. Laura turned her head, expecting to see Keith coming back to tell her something else, but quickly realized it was Natani "Did you hear what he said?" Laura asked the wolf, whipping the tears from her eyes. "Yeah, I was eaves dropping," Natani said somberly. She needed to tell Laura the truth; she deserved to know. "Laura, I know Keith didn't tell you much, but there are some details you need to know. I'm the person Keith was talking about." Laura sat up in the bed and gave Natani a skeptical look. "You're telling me that you, the guy who helped bring me back from the brink of death, the guy who has helped watch over me, the guy who I've been making friends with, is the guy who Keith is in love with. That seems a bit of a stretch to me, but you know what, I can't think of any reason for you to lie to me. So why tell me this? I mean it's not like it hurts any less knowing that Keith's gay. Are you telling me this just to rub it in?" Natani grimaced at Laura's accusation. Despite this, she continued to explain. "I'm not telling you to gloat. I'm telling you because you don't have the whole picture. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, only started a little over a week ago. We all thought you were dead. We thought you killed in the tower explosion and Keith was acting all depressed. When I went over to his house, all I had intended to do was talk some sense into him. Things got heated and we let ourselves lose control. And I won't lie to you, at that time I thought Keith and I might actually have a future, but the second there was a chance you might live I backed off. I figured it would just be a one-time thing. "But I guess he didn't." Laura replied with just a little less anger in her voice. Natani shook her head back and forth. "I can't understand why though. You didn't see how he was when you were dying. You were all he had on his mind. You know he's been with you every waking moment. Plus, since you got back, he hasn't once looked at me the way he did that night. What I'm trying to say is that he loves you." Natani responded with a hint of defeat in her voice as she leaned up against the foot of Laura's bed. The anger was gone from Laura's voice, replaced by sadness. "Even if he does, he must love you more. If he didn't, why would he choose to be with you?" Natani sighed, "It doesn't matter; you deserve to be with him. I'll just tell him what I told you. It was just a one-time thing." "I can't believe I'm asking this, especially knowing that I could probably be with Keith just by holding my tongue, but do you love him?" Laura asked, genuinely interested in the answer. "Yes, I think. I'm just worried that I'm confusing love with lust. It would be safer to just end it here." Natani replied with a blush across her face. "You don't get anywhere without taking some risks." Laura said thinking back to Keith and her wedding day. "When Keith and I were to be married I got scared and ran away. Whatever we could have had was lost because of that decision. Of course, with him being gay it might not have turned out so well even if we had gotten married." "Laura can I tell you a secret?" Natani asked. Laura nodded her head and Natani took a deep breath. "Keith's not gay." Laura was confused. "So what is he bi?" "No, well not exactly. I'm a woman, or at least my body is." Natani said, completely flustered. Laura didn't believe that the tall, muscular wolf standing in front of her could possibly be a woman. "Prove it," she said. Natani blushed uncontrollably at the thought of stripping in front of Laura. "Why? What reason would I have to make this up?" "What reason would you have to disguise yourself as a guy?" Laura responded bluntly. "Because..." Natani replied, as though that one word would explain everything. Laura raised an eyebrow at Natani's response. "If you really are a woman just show me. It's not like I haven't seen the parts before." Natani drooped her shoulders in defeat. "Fine, you win." She said while grabbing the chair, and wedging it under the door handle so no one could walk in on them. While still facing the door, Natani began to strip. She removed her robe first, letting it fall to the floor. She then unwrapped the bandages that were hiding her large breasts, and dropped them on top of robe. Finally she unbuttoned her trousers, slipped her thumbs under her boxers, and pulled them both down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and turned around to face Laura. "Believe me now?" Natani asked in sarcastic manner. Laura's face was bright red as she stood there inspecting the wolf's body. Despite what she had said, she was still embarrassed to have another woman strip for her. She stared at two large, firm orbs on the wolf's chest. "How do you manage to hide those?" Laura asked, never taking her eyes off the other woman's breasts. "The wrappings I use are magic. Without magic, they're very hard to hide." Natani said with a laugh. She saw that Laura was still fixated on her breasts and a dirty idea crept into her mind. With a mischievous smile on her face she told Laura, "It's your turn now." Laura gasped. "What! Why should I?" "Turnabout is fair play, you saw me naked so now..." Natani didn't bother to finish the sentence, knowing that Laura understood. Much to Natani's surprise and delight, Laura complied with the request. She got out of the bed and revealed that all she had on was an oversized cotton shirt that hung down halfway to her knees. She grabbed ahold the bottom of the shirt and held onto it, trying to work up the courage to take it off. Finally she did, and lifting it over her head and tossing it on the bed behind her. Natani eyed the petite fox's body as the feeling of lust started to build in her. Natani moved towards Laura who tried to take a step back only be blocked by the bed. In the short time it took Laura to recover from nearly falling onto the bed, Natani had moved within only inches from her. The wolf leaned her head next to Laura's, and whispered into her ear. "You said that taking risks was good right, so how badly do you want to be with Keith?" Laura felt Natani's hot breath on her ear with every word she spoke, arousing her and making it difficult to respond. She forced herself to concentrate on the question and replied, "I would do anything to be with Keith." "Good, because I was thinking that we could share him." Natani replied with a grin on her face. "I don't think Keith would go for it. Surely that would have to be some kind of taboo in Basitin culture." Laura stuttered out as a mental imaged of the three of them going at it formed in her mind. Natani leaned back from Laura and shrugged her shoulders. "You're probably right about it being a taboo in Basitin culture. However, Keith doesn't follow Basitin rules as close as you might think he does. Besides, I was thinking that we would surprise him instead of just asking him. So, are you in?" While Laura was thinking about her answer, there was something she wanted to know. "What's it like to be with Keith?" "It's hard to put in words, but if you want I can show you." Natani said, putting her hand on Laura's leg. Laura gulped. She had been growing more aroused as she thought about what Natani had suggested, but when Natani touched her, she almost lost control. There was still one important question that needed to be answered. "Why would you want to share Keith? What's in it for you?" Natani moved her had to Laura's inner thigh, and began to gently caress it. "Being with you would make Keith very happy, and I want to see him happy. However, that is only half the reason. The other half is that I think you're a very attractive vixen, and Keith will be sharing you with me as much as I'm sharing him with you." Laura blushed and gave into her desire. "You got a deal. So, how are we going to surprise him exactly?" Natani leaned down and put her lips on Laura's, giving her a very soft kiss. Then she whispered into the vixen's ear. "Just leave that to me." Laura nodded her head then quickly took the initiative and began to kiss Natani. She slipped her tongue into the wolf's mouth exploring every inch of it. Natani was surprised at how aggressive the small fox was and moved her own tongue into the other woman's mouth, rubbing it against Laura's tongue in a sensual manner. While the two women were kissing Natani slowly moved the hand she been caressing Laura's leg with upward until she finally reached the foxes pussy. With her middle finger she slowly to trace the outline of Laura's lower lips; waiting to be sure the fox was fully committed. Laura kissed Natani even harder as the wolf teased her pussy until finally she couldn't take it anymore and tore her mouth away from Natani's. "What are you waiting for?" Natani smirked and thrust her finger inside Laura, eliciting a soft moan from the fox. "I just wanted to make sure you really wanted this, because there's no turning back now." Laura just nodded her head and closed her eyes. She was concentrating on Natani's finger slowly pushing into her, then pulling out only to be thrust back in faster than before. Natani watched the fox's face light up, her mouth slightly agape with another barely audible moan escaping it. The wolf smiled seeing the pleasure she was causing the fox then pulled her finger out of Laura and whispered into her ear. "Lay down on the bed." Laura turned around and crawled up on the bed towards the headboard, being sure to hold her tail up as she went to allow Natani a good view of her wet pussy. Laura lowered herself flat against the white sheets then rolled over on her back. Natani came up beside her, once again inspecting the vixen's body. Natani took her right hand and now using two fingers resumed her attack on Laura's pussy. She watched as the fox's body shutter at the sensation of being penetrated by two fingers at once, then moved her head closer to one of Laura's small breast. With her free hand she reached up and began to gently massage Laura's right breast. The new feeling caused Laura's eyes to shoot open and lean her head down so that she could see what Natani was doing. Just as she began to watch, the wolf opened her mouth and dragged her tongue across lower half of the breast. Natani gave it a second lick, this time concentrating on the nipple. As the wolf flicked her tongue across the vixen's hard nipple, Laura let out a ragged breath. Hearing this, Natani moved her hand to the other breast and began massaging it while continuing her oral ministration on Laura's right one. Natani was thinking about adding a third finger, when Laura suddenly gasped and groaned. Natani realized that she had hit Laura's G-spot and decided to forgo adding another finger, and instead increased her speed. She pistoned her fingers in and out of Laura, at the same time stepping up her attention to the fox's small, firm breasts. Laura tried to hold back her orgasm, savoring the feeling that Natani was giving her but she couldn't any longer. She cried out as she orgasamed, but was quickly silenced by Natani clamping her mouth over fox's. Natani pulled her fingers out of Laura and broke the kiss. Laura panted as she watched the wolf bring her soaked fingers to her mouth, sensually rubbing them across her lips. Then she opened her mouth and sucked on them, releasing a low growl. "You taste good," Natani said to the fox. While Laura was recovering Natani climbed on top of her. Natani lowered herself onto the vixen's leg and began to grind her pussy against it. Feelings of pleasure shot through the wolf as she started to grow wet. Natani closed her eyes as she continued to rub against Laura when suddenly she was tipped over. Laura quickly crawled on top of Natani, and gave the surprised wolf a passionate kiss. As the two women made out, Laura moved her hand down to one of Natani's breasts and began to massage it just like the wolf had done to her. The two women broke their kiss, and Laura began to lick her way down Natani's body. She started with the wolf's neck, licking down between her plump breasts, continuing on to Natani's tight muscled stomach. When Laura finally reached Natani's pussy, she stopped playing with the wolf's breasts and used both her arms to spread the woman's legs apart. Laura looked up at Natani's face as she began to lick up and down the wolf's wet pussy, watching for her reaction. Natani groaned as the small vixen teased her lower lips. Laura took another long lick, then moved her right hand to the wolf's pussy and inserting two fingers while she continued her oral attack. Natani moaned at the unexpected penetration then reached down and ran her hand through the vixen's hair. Laura continued working on Natani for the next few minutes, when she got an idea. With her remaining free hand, Laura began to play with Natani's clit. Natani was pushed over the edge, barely fighting back a scream as she soaked Laura's fingers. Laura removed her fingers and pressed her face against the wolf as she drove her tongue deep inside the other woman, trying to drink in as much of Natani's love juices as she could. Natani continued to run her hand through Laura's hair as she recovered from her orgasm. She watched the smaller woman licking away at her and thought to herself how different it was being with another woman. Laura wasn't better or worse than Keith, the vixen just appealed to her in a completely different way. Maybe it was her male side wanting to be satisfied. Either way it was certainly going to make things very interesting so long as Keith could be convinced. Natani wasn't sure what time it was, but she knew it was late. She would have loved to continue exploring Laura's body all the way to dawn. However, if everything went according to her plan, the next night would be a very and require a lot of energy. Natani pulled herself away from Laura, forcing the fox to stop her oral assault. "Get up," Natani said gently to the vixen. "There's one more thing I'd like to try before we call it a night. Laura sat up, keeping one hand on the wolf's leg. "Don't tell me you're tired already." Laura said slyly. "Not particularly, but if we have too much fun tonight, we'll be too tired to enjoy Keith tomorrow don't you think?" Natani retorted. Laura shook her head up and down rapidly. "What did you want to do?" "Lay down and I'll show you." Natani responded in a sensual manor. Laura did as she was asked, lying down on her back. Natani spread the vixen's legs. Crawling on her hands and knees, she positioned herself above one. With one of Laura's legs under her, Natani lifted the other leg over her shoulder and shifted into a sitting position putting the women's pussies only a couple of inches apart. Natani inched forward until she was pressing firmly against Laura. Natani smiled as she felt the other woman's hot, wet pussy smashed against her's. Not wanting to waste any time, Natani began to rock her hips into the vixen. When Laura felt Natani grinding into her pussy, she also began to rock her hips. Natani was panting as pleasure ran through her body, and every minute or so, she shifted her angle of attack until she heard Laura release a loud moan. Natani felt the fox's orgasm as Laura's juices flowed free. Most soaked the wolf's nether fur, but the rest flowed into Natani. Between the pleasure of grinding into the vixen, and the look of complete ecstasy on Laura's face, Natani lost control. She released a stifled scream, soaking the other woman's crotch, then collapsed backwards onto the bed. Both women laid there panting, trying to get their breath back while they come down from the orgasmic high. "That was fun." Laura said between her ragged breaths. "Are you sure you don't want to go again." Natani rolled over, crawled up to Laura, and gave her a quick kiss. "Maybe tomorrow. That should to prove to be a very interesting experience." Natani stood up, her legs were still a little weak but she ignored it. She kneeled down and grabbed her clothes off the floor. Laura watched as Natani's breasts disappear as they were wrapped in the magic cloth. Then the wolf slipped on her boxers, which almost instantly became soaked from the two women's lady cum. Finaly she put on her pants and robe. Natani cracked the door, making sure the path was clear. With the hallway empty, she left the Laura's room and made it back to her's without incident. \*\*\* Notes Please tell me what you thought of the chapter. With luck the next chapter should be up in a month or less.

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Title: Absol by DragonMercX4 Tags: Absol, First Time, Human, Hybrid, M/F, Pokemon, Vaginal, Young Love, blaziken Warning, there's sex here, and pokemon don't belong to me. Okay, must give props to Draco Pheonix for the names Storm and Flara and props to Lady\_Shandi for the name Juno. They named the characters but they are still mine. Above All Odds Chapter 1: Absol. "Hmm, hmm. Only me." Mark whispered quietly thinking of where he had gotten himself. He looked over the form resting near him, close to the opening of the tent. The absol he had caught that day was resting peacefully. Mark had no idea whether it was male or female and was wondering weather or not to wake it up so that he could find out. He had an idea. Focusing on the creature before him, Mark looked deeper then the visible body of his pokemon, searching for its aura. Now, many a man had wasted away their lives searching for ways on how to control aura and never had a human even dreamed of having the ability to control it as well as Mark could, which is what made him special. As his mind focused on the sleeping figure, a fait glow began to emanate from it. Mark took the opportunity and reached out, putting a gentle hand on its side. Before he knew it, Mark was on his back with a very angry looking absol standing on his thighs and arms, claws extended. Its expression softened as it seemed to realize it was it's trainer it was about to kill. Slowly, it climbed off him, whining apologetically. Mark smiled. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you." He said as the absol gave him a sideways look of confusion. It shook its head and began apologizing in poketongue, but it was off. Mark heard pieces of it in his own language and the usual absol cries. He waved his hands in the air to silence it, which it did immediately as it bowed its head. "Give me a second to think here." He said, knowing from the sound of the pokemon's voice that it was female. She kept her eyes on her paws, waiting for another command. Mark remembered something a Lucario had told him about this kind of a situation. He focused on the feel of the absol's voice rather then the sound of it. He envisioned its aura again, trying to concentrate on her personality, this being difficult since they had practically just met. It took him a second, be he could soon feel her presence much better and decided now was a time, if any, to try. "Okay, try again." Mark urged the confused looking absol in front of him. "Alright, I was saying that I apologize for jumping on you, Master." She said calmly, eyes growing wide at his next statement. "There's no need to be sorry, I was the one who woke you up. Besides, why call me 'Master'?" He asked. "You... You can understand me?" She replied, an expression of shock and excitement etched into her face. "Yes, yes I can. Anyways, why call me Master? I don't own you or anything. Besides, you came along willingly." He told her, as a pensive expression replaced the complete shock paired with excitement she was showing. "Well, you did capture me. Even if I was willing, it still makes you my master. I hope it doesn't offend you..." She replied, her voice trailing at the end. "No, not at all." Mark said casual tone, smiling broadly. --- That was a year ago. Today, the two are an inseparable pair. They never leave each other's side for any reason. Mark's mother, as an only mother, did worry since after he gained the ability to speak not only to his absol, but to other pokemon as well, he stopped really associating with other human beings except her, Officer Jenny, and Nurse Joy. The only reason, according to Mark, that he interacts with this select group is because they have necessary skills that come in handy. Mark's mother, surprisingly, had taken a pokemon for a mate and didn't want her son to make the same mistake. She had mothered the son of a Lucario, not that the son knew. He had left soon after his birth, not to be seen again, and left her broken hearted as an only mother. She was worried that he may have taken his absol as a mate, and she worried that the same thing would happen to him. Mark had caught several other pokemon after he caught Storm, his absol. She was named Storm because of her Razor Winds attack, which was the strongest of any absol's. Flara, Mark's blaziken, was given her name after becoming separated from him and using an overcharged flamethrower to show him her position. Mark had also acquired and unusually tall Lopunny, who he named Emily since the name just fit her happy, loving personality. Cathy, Mark's mom, was wrong though. The pair never thought about each other that way. But there are circumstances that force people to think, and right now, the pair was in one of them. Currently, Mark and his pokemon were trying to get away from a trap sent by some of team Magma's cronies. They were after Fraya, Mark's blaziken, because she could talk, and Storm, his absol, because she was extremely powerful. Now, Mark did have the ability to control and manipulate aura and he could even cannel many of his pokemon's attack, but in the current situation, the M cronies would chase him down even more often if he showed them his abilities. Now, on to the fight and ensuing hospitalization. --- "Flara, Nova Flamethrower! Storm, Nuclear Shadow Ball!" Mark yelled as his two pokemon jumped ahead of him. They landed as Strom charged up her attack first, the shadow ball growing to be almost twice her size. "Fire!" He yelled, passing them. Flara just raised her arms and launched an extremely powerful flamethrower attack that followed up the shadow ball. Both of them collided with the APC the M cronies were in, completely obliterating it and sending the occupants into the surrounding brush of the forest they were running in. The pokemon tuned and were surprised to see their master with a gun to his head. "Now you'll come with us or your trainer gets it, understand?" The M Crony said, pressing the muzzle of the gun harder to Mark's head to make his point. He still didn't seem very confident. And for good reason too as Storm and Flara smiled. They knew what was coming. "Bad move, reject!" Mark yelled as he pulled his arms free of his captor's, grabbed the sides of his neck, pulled the crony over his body, and slammed it full force into the ground in font of him. Mark brought up his fist as it began to glow and slammed it down on the crony's chest, knocking him out, or so he though. "C'mon, let's go." Mark called out as he stood and turned around. As he started to begin running again, he felt something hit him in the back and heard a scream, and then everything went black. --- Mark awoke to the familiar feeling of being on a hospital bed, bandaged up, and aching badly. He coughed and groaned as he opened his eyes to see a white blur running at him from the side of the bed he was on. Mark quickly closed his eyes in an attempt to block the pain that he was sure was coming. However, the pain didn't come, just immense warmth and comfort from whatever had just landed on top of him. Mark opened his eyes to find that Strom was clinging to his body while Flara was cradling his head in her arms, pressing her now noticeable breasts against his face as his nose slipped into her cleavage. Mark just didn't bother to say anything as he was embraced by his pokemon because of how delightful it felt. He couldn't hear anything either for his ears were ringing almost painfully. Both of his girls were nuzzling his neck affectionately as he let out a pleasurable moan, obviously satisfying the two over-affectionate women as they loosened their impossible-to-escape-alive grip. The moment was short lived, however. Mark groaned unsatisfactorily as they both released him and Nurse Joy replaced their positions in his view. Nurse Joy seemed to roll her eyes at him as she used a number if instruments to take several readings. Mark's hearing was returning to him at last so she could finally communicate. "You know, my pokemon were far more comfortable then these things you keep sticking me with." He said with a rather irritated tone to his voice, but not enough so to be rude. "Really? I imagined that would have been quite painful." She replied to him, sticking him with a particularly large needle. Suddenly, a white blur replaced his field of vision. A welcome change of scenery. "If Master prefers me here, then I'm staying put." The fuzzy white creature from atop him said defiantly. Mark chuckled. "She said..." "I understood what she said; I just can't believe she can speak!" Nurse Joy exclaimed, cutting him off, leaving him breath-taken. Storm looked down at him with her beautifully sparkling crimson eyes and licked his nose. "I got Flara to teach me, since I thought it might be easier for you to hear me if it was in your native tongue." She said lovingly, nuzzling his face. Mark brought his hands up to the sides of hers and stroked her cheeks affectionately. "Well, you're good to go, Mark. I'm just amazed that your blaziken had an alakazam use recover while in physical contact with you, and then that the ability transferred into you and healed up the bullet wound without any problems what so ever. You may leave when you wish." Nurse Joy said as her usual calm demeanor returned, leaving the room. "Are you feeling okay, Master?" Storm asked with a worried expression. This was a first. Before any of this, Storm would have had her own composure as she would stand over his body protectively. Now, however, she was upset over a silly little gunshot wound, lovingly nuzzling his face and laying on him in an attempt to sooth him. "It was just a bullet." Mark replied, gently stroking the side of her face. She leaned into the soft caress, murring happily to hear him again. After a moment, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes again. "But Master, it nearly hit your heart, lung, and spinal column. Or at least that's what Nurse Joy said." Strom replied, gently licking his cheek. "You could have been killed." Flara informed him, resting one of her clawed hands on his shoulder as she walked up beside the bed. "This one hasn't left your side since we got here. She rarely ate too. But I'm just glade you've awoken, Master." She said, motioning to Storm. Again, this surprised Mark. Flara, too, would have kept her peace in a moment like this, but here she was, looking him over from head to toe, or at least at what was visible around the pile of fur that was his absol, worried expression on her face. Mark was beginning to think that the M cronies had gotten his pokemon and replaced them with these two, or that they went insane somehow. Mark sat up, taking Storm with him so that her rear rested on his muscled thighs. "I wouldn't die, I'd miss you all too much." He said getting up all the way with Flara's help, resting Storm on the bed. More concern, how confusing, "I'm fine, really." He said to Flara. She backed off and stood next to Storm, who was watching him intently. Again, there was immense concern from them and Mark began to wonder if these were really his pokemon. Mark stood in the middle of the room and went through a series of martial arts stretches, making sure he both got all the kinks out of his muscles and keep himself in view of his over-protective pokemon. "You two," He started, going into a one-palmed handstand and continued: "Can be so defensive for me sometimes." "Would you expect any less?" Flara questioned, stepping up to help him balance as she gently grasped one of his ankles to steady him. "Actually, yes. I figured you would be annoyed." He stated, eyes locking with Storm's. No one moved as she gazed into his hazel stare while time seemed to stop. She quickly looked away as soon as she was aware that that a minute had passed, blushing furiously. "We couldn't ever be annoyed with you unless -you- put yourself into danger on purpose." Flara whispered softly into his ear as she crouched down to do so. With lightning speed, showing full recovery, Mark used his left arm to jump up and then spun a 180 in the air, landing on his feet. He walked up to his blaziken, which had stood up, resting his hands on her hips as she rested her arms around his shoulders, smiling. "That's touching, thanks Flara." He said as she was pulled into a tight embrace. He soon released his hold and put one arm over her shoulders, turning to leave. "C'mon, Storm. We're gonna go to a hotel for the night." Mark informed the absol. She simply smiled as she watched Flara blush heavily from the contact she was getting from him and followed. --- Mark had gotten a suite with two rooms on their own and two beds in one room. This gave Flara her own privacy and gave Storm plenty of alone time with him. She felt a little strange though, ever since cuddling up to her Master, she had a growing heat forming between her rear legs, a tell tale sign of her heat. It had happed a few times while she had been traveling with Mark, but she had been able to sate it then. This time, however, she wasn't able to. \*I know what I'll do,\* Storm thought to herself, \*I'll tell Master the truth and ask him and Flara for advice. Maybe they'll have an answer for me.\* at that, she got out of the bed next to Mark's and pulled down his sheets. Now, she had seen him "In the buff" before, but something was different. The heat between her legs flared as her mind began to cloud. She no longer saw her Master, but a strong male. Before her common sense could kick in, she hopped up on the bed, straddling his legs. As she stood over him, she picked up his scent. He forgot to shower when they had gotten there and his scent further clouded her mind as she licked at his chest. "Hmm? Storm, what are you doing? Are you Okay?" Mark asked as he awoke instantly to the feeling of a wonderful heat against his crotch and the smooth tongue on his chest. He was further surprised that it was his absol straddling his legs, pressing their respective sexes against one another's, and tasting him. She didn't respond, but just growled lustfully at him. Mark knew what to do and took control of the situation by channeling her energy though himself to wake Flara. He knew she would sense the build up, or at least he hoped so. Mark had a shadow ball charged and ready, but no Flara. This was a problem. In a second and before he could react, Storm countered it with one of her own. It knocked him back, causing him to gasp painfully. The sound of his pain brought Storm out of her lustful state. "Oh gods, Master?" She asked, confused. She looked fearfully at him as he rubbed his head where it made contact with the wall. "Storm, what's the matter with you? Why were you looking at me like that?" Mark questioned, genuinely scared. He knew Storm could do a large amount of damage to him, even with his abilities to control normal and aura. "M-Master, I... I don't know, I'm in heat, an-and I don't know what came over me." She desperately plead, hoping that he wouldn't reject her for her mistake. She backed up to the foot of his bed, crossing her paws over one another while looking down. "Oh, I see. Well, umm, is there anything I can do to, well, you know, help?" Mark asked nervously. Only recently, he had been dreaming of being taken by Storm or Flara. Sometimes both, but this was definitely not a dream and he knew he had to be careful not to cross any boundaries, simple because he valued their friendship too much to accidentally ruin it with one mistake. "Well, you could, you know... But not if you don't want to." She replied to him, saying the last bit quickly incase that wasn't what he ment. She looked him over as her primal lust began to set in again but resisted the urge to pounce on him and force him into a rough quickie. She looked down again quickly, trying to hid the look of pure desire on her face. "I'll do it." He said quietly, a little scared. Mark was a virgin and had been onto "those" kind of sites. After all, what self-respecting sixteen years old hasn't. He was new to sex, but not to the concept. "Really?" Storm asked looking up, becoming more aroused then before. The heat from her legs grew to that of a roaring fire, possible stronger then Flara's suped-up flamethrower attack. His response was a coy smile and a nod, at which she slowly rose to her feet and walked over him while he laid back. She stood over him, her mouth hovering just inches above his, their eyes communicating volumes of information that couldn't be spoken fast enough for them to even try as their hearts pounded away furiously in their chests. Mark leaned up slightly and kissed her gently, slowly making it more and more passionate, reveling in the cinnamon taste of her lips and stronger but same taste of her tongue as it made its way into his mouth. Strom rested her body on his as the heat of her folds caressed his member and caused is to harden instantly. Mark broke the kiss to breathe, as he needed to say something. "I haven't ever done anything like this before." He whispered into her ear lightly. "That's alright, let me lead." Storm responded, licking the side of his face lovingly before continuing. "Just trust in me." She finished. "I always have." He replied, kissing her soft face, loving the texture of her skin against his lips. "And I always will." He finished, caressing her cheek lovingly as she leaned into it. Storm murred from his words and the gentle kiss that was placed on her cheek. She lifted her rear up enough that the tip of his member rested against her netherlips. She could feel his heart beat within his chest as he could hers. Both of them moaned loudly as the tip of his cock slipped within her heated confines, the silky feel paired with the slickness from her pussy sending shockwaves of pleasure though Mark's body as Storm's was shivering from his hard dick sliding into her, stretching her out in the most pleasurable way she had ever experienced. The feeling of her heartbeat though the fur that now covered one side of his body was creating a torrent of pleasure within him as it mixed with the cool temperature of the sheets that cover the bed below him. They both moaned as he became hilted within her cunt, the lubricating juices of her body beginning to run out around the sides of his cock and down his balls onto the sheets, leaving shining trails. Storm was panting above Mark, her Master, and her lover. She was elated that he was allowing her to take his virginity and to have her as his first. Mark, the most powerful human being, was underneath of her, his hands roaming over her body, kneading away at her tense muscles as he gently kissed her neck. Mark was doing what he thought would give her more pleasure, rubbing at the powerful muscles of her body as she lay atop of him, murring loudly from his eager ministrations while he kissed her ginger-smelling fur at the base of her neck, causing her to moan every now and then. He thrust up into her slowly after withdrawing in the same fashion causing them to both moan in unison. Soon, his hands found their way to her clit and began to rub it with firm but gentle motions causing her to inhale sharply from the wave of pleasure that surged though her, cascading back to the original starting place after reaching her head, forcing her mind to go white from its intensity. They established a pattern of thrusting towards each other, Mark's cock sliding in and out of Storm's glistening pussy, causing them to both moan at an almost constant rate with harmony to the slapping sounds from between them as their pelvises met. There eyes were locked as they gazed deeply into each other's souls, loving every moment they had. Mark was new to this, and was being good at making it seem otherwise, or that's how it seemed judging from the sounds of the white furred absol above him. "Oh god, Storm, you feel amazing" He said breathlessly, fingering at her clit again. She gasped above him. "Only for you, Master." Storm said in reply in an equally breathless voice. She was trying to give him her all, trying to make sure that he wouldn't ever forget the night that they were sharing together. Storm brought her paws to his shoulders and began to gently knead at the muscles that lie just beneath the skin and gasped as the strength of his thrusting increased. His hands were now resting on her haunches, squeezing gently as he let his head fall back in an almost submissive way, and she decided to respond. She gently bit and licked at his neck, making him moan and gasp from the ministrations from her mouth. He sped up the speed at which he was thrusting into her in return, a pace she generously and happily returned. Storm threw her head back above him as he began to pound into her, Mark taking hold of the chance and began nibbling away at her neck, now that it was exposed. Her cunt beginning to go through mini-seizures and clamping down on his cock periodically as she began to grind her wanton body against his, her fur surrounding him and creating a warmth all of its own. She met his mouth in a short, breathless kiss as they pounded against each other. Mark felt his first-timer's edge approaching and oddly enough, Storm's climax was going to be following suit. \*Must have been a long time for her.\* His bliss filled mind reasoned. She was beginning to bark from above him, almost at a howl. He slammed his manhood into her pussy five final, lust filled, instinct driven times before howling out loud with her as they both came together, filling the room with the scent of their respective musk's, her body going stiff above his as he arced his back, his abs pressing against hers. Shot after shot of his cum filled her cunt as it milked him for everything he was wroth. The howl died down as did the flow of his cum into her after a moment though only to be replaced by a wonderful afterglow. As they came down from their high, blissful state, they looked into each other's glazed eyes, enjoying the afterglow. Storm collapsed on top of him, Mark welcoming the warmth of her furred body as the muscles beneath became tense and relaxed periodically. "I love you Master." She confessed to him, laying her head on his chest, listening to his strong heart beat rapidly as his lungs filled with air, only to empty shortly after. "I love you too, Storm." He replied as he kissed her forehead and let his own fall back as he clamed further. "And I just realized that I have loved you for a long time." He finished, causing her to murr. Strom's eyes were watering at his words. She just felt like the world's weight had been taking off her shoulders as she rested on his. Her body was his, and his was hers. They belonged to each other now, and Storm was more then overjoyed to have it that way. Slowly, they let sleep claim them as the feeling of the other's warmth relaxed them. Their dreams consisted of being together in various ways, their breathing calm and even. Nevertheless, little did they know that Flara was listening for a time now, and was glad to hear them together, but waiting for her chance. --- The two new lovers awoke, Storm realizing that Mark was still hilted to her and felt an all too familiar warmth washing over her as the sun rose and bathed the room in light. She looked down to be met with the loving gaze of his hazel eyes, filling her with the greatest feeling of comfort and love that she had ever experience. "Morning, you." She said in her usual dominant, commanding tone, but with a very loving spice to it that brought a smile to his face. She kissed him lightly, receiving a bit more passion then she expected to, but then welcoming the sincerity from her lover. The kiss was short, but still satisfying. "Morning love, sleep well?" He replied, the question sounding much more playful then serious as he motioned the spot they were connected. They jumped as the door to their room burst open. "Good morning you two, I see you had fun last night." Flara declared, walking in with a full breakfast for the both of them. They blushed furiously, Storm growling loudly. "If you tell a soul!" She threatened, only to receive a stifled uncharacteristic giggle from Flara. Mark was, once again, questioning if that was really Flara. "I won't, so don't get mad at me." She replied, a playful and still unusual note in her voice as it filled the room with laughter. "Beside, if you two are a coupe of nympho's, then I'm going to have to be covering for you more often then you think." She finished, setting the food down on the table in front of the window. "I'll be watching TV in the other room once you two are done in here with everything." Storm was jut glaring at her the whole time, not even bothering to cover herself. Her breathing was calm and even, almost as if she was just sizing up Flara incase she tried anything. Flara, however, was not fazed at all and just proceeded to sit in the chair at the end of the table to watch Mark and Storm, forgetting what she had said and acting as if they were incredibly interesting. "Some privacy would be nice, Flara." Mark said flatly, becoming irritated from her strange behavior, still confused. "Yeah, besides, I needed to talk to him about something." Storm followed up with, a little anger coloring her words as she continued to glare. "Alright, I'll leave you two to your hot passionate sex." Flara responded, jumping backwards as Storm seemed to get really pissed, her muscles flexing as she began to rise, Mark holding her to him, letting Flara dash out of the door while she laughed. "Master! She's getting away!" Storm rebelled, becoming eerily relaxed as she was held to him. "Yeah, but I want you here. Besides, I have an idea for vengeance on my mind for later. Don't worry, she'll be punished." He said, holding her soft, furred body against his. She began to growl playfully as his cock popped out of her with a wet sound while eliciting a gasp from them both. Storm turned her head, remembering the night before in full detail. Before, she only had bits and pieces as her memory tried to return but she was only half-awake. The wave of pleasure that washed over her from the feeling of her lover's manhood slipping free allowed her to awake fully. "We really did it together, didn't we?" She asked, smiling. After all, who can blame her? She just got laid by the most powerful human around. "Yeah, we did. And I wouldn't ever take it back, not for anything." Mark whispered sweetly into her ear. Then, he pressed his lips to hers, pulling them into a passionate kiss. She invaded his mouth with her tongue, running it over the softer roof. He moaned quietly into the kiss, enjoying the affection he was getting from his pokemon. Soon enough, though, they had to break apart and were panting from the lack of air. "Neither would I." She said while nuzzling his nose with her own. She got off him to let him get dressed. Her heat, which was so bad the night before, was sated, for now. It was good enough, but she knew her master would have to help her again soon. "Want something to eat, love?" Mark asked, bringing Storm out of her intense thought. He was already sitting at the table across from where Flara was and currently was holding a chair out, offering her the seat. --- Flara, Storm, and Mark were on their way to a clear field. In addition, there were at least twenty people following him. It appeared to Mark that Flara had made a scene when she entered the Pokecenter with his wounded, unconscious body in her arms, garnering the attention of several other trainers. Now, those trainers were curious as to how he taught his pokemon. Once at the field, Mark let in a bit of the plot he had. "Flara, go to the other end of the field and stretch, I need to talk to Storm for a moment." She answered by following her Master's command. "Alright Storm, you're the referee. Now, call out if I use a move other then one Flara's." He told her, immediately getting a look of confusion in return. "Wait, what?" Storm asked, taken aback. "Hmm hmm hmm. Strom, I've been able to copy other pokemon's abilities for some time now. How do you think I was able to use that Alakasam's recover on myself? Anyways, I'm going to put Flara's limits to the test with my own." Mark told her, getting a worried expression in return. "But what if you get hurt?" She asked. Being afraid of losing him was a first for Storm, but not an intolerable one. This again confused Mark as if she was the Storm that had volunteered to be caught by him, but passed it off as newfound concern from her love for him. "Don't worry, babe, I won't. I promise." Mark assured her as he stroked her cheek affectionately. "Now, let's have some fun, shall we?" He said, turning and walking over to Flara. "Hey." He said, walking over to her. "Yes, Master?" She inquired, still stretching her back. "Stand completely still, I'm going to copy your powers, then, we're gonna spar." Mark told her as her eyes went wide. "How can you do that?" Flara asked, looking like she was just told she was pregnant. "Like this." Mark replied flatly, gently grasping her shoulders as an aura of energy surrounded them both. The audience, at a strength of over thirty people now, gasped, Ohhh'd, and ahh'd at the sight as Flara's aura began to combine with Mark's in a cool light show. "Now, on Storm's signal, fight me as if I was your opponent. If you don't, you'll lose. After all, Storm wasn't the only one you upset with that unannounced entrance into our room." Mark continued while walking to the other side of the field. Flara gulped, a little scared since she had seen him when he really tried using his powers. After all, it was to save Storm. The audience went deathly quiet as Mark turned, going into a fighting stance. Flara did the same. Storm cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention. "This will be a one on one fight. I will declare it over when one or both of the participants are unable to battle. The rules are simple: Blaziken attacks only, specials are allowed. Ready?" She announced, getting stares from the crowed as many of them haven't even heard of talking pokemon, but then confused looks as she had just said "Blaziken attacks only". The eerie silence fell over the group of on-lookers again as Storm held her paw up, looking at Mark and Flara consecutively. She swung it down yelling "Begin!" as both Mark and Flara immediately charged at each other, wrists flaming, completely focused on knocking the other down. Their hands collided as they went to hit the other with a fire punch, only to have it cancel out, but not without sending flames out to the sides from the force, and then things got interesting. They began to go through martial art's style attacks, throwing punches and kicks, only to be blocked by the other's identical attack. As the ninth double punch met in the air, it had enough force behind it to sent them flying back, away from each other. They stood there, twenty feet from the other, panting and planning the next attack and how to counter the counter that was most likely to be used. Flara powered up one of her infamous Nova Flamethrowers, her wrists igniting. Mark was expecting this as his own copied the move in preparation to defend himself. She fired the attack, the shockwave digging a trench along its route and the blinding light making it nearly impossible to see. However, Mark didn't move, instead, he crossed his arms in front of himself and dug his feet into the ground. What happened next officially took Mark out of the human classification and put him into the "WTF?" group. The attack was blocked completely as Mark stood his ground and was pushed back only a few feet as the flames fired out in multiple directions, the earth around him being almost completely destroyed, his arms smoking, and a smile on his face. "Nice one, Flara, but you're going to have to do better then that!" Mark yelled to the stunned bird. Everyone was completely shocked. Here was a human, or what looks like a human at least, and he was just criticizing his pokemon on needing to use a more powerful move that had left a deep trench in the ground as it went, and then destroyed the forest behind its target, the human! "H-how?" Flara asked, completely astounded. Now he was showing more power then she had even guess was possible. Mark raised his hands as they engulfed in flames and looked at them curiously. "Honestly? I don't really know." He said, making the flames dance. "Hey Storm, come over here please." He called to the completely stunned absol. She obediently bounded over to him. Upon arriving, she sat down in front of him as he rested a hand on her head and repeated the process that he had done with Flara to copy her powers. "She needs your help, love. That and you need training to." He whispered in her ear as she smiled to the idea of getting into a good fight. Storm ran over to Flara's side, apparently to discuss a strategy. Mark waited patiently as they talked until they both took fighting stances and looked at him, confidence in their eyes. Storm ran at him with her paw glowing, Slash. Mark raised his own while his hand fired forth flames of fiery fury. (I love word play.) His hand collided with her paw as she was thrown back, Mark having cracked the ground upon which he was standing as Flara was already on top of him with a fire punch of her own. Mark jumped backwards, hooking Flara in the lower jaw with a fire kick as he went, and landing ten feet away. Storm charged a shadow ball, and a damn powerful one at that, while he hit the ground and stuck his landing. Mark wasn't prepared for the attack and was hit in the chest, much to Flara's satisfaction, and was sent back about twenty feet. Someone in the audience screamed as this happened but then there was a collective gasp as he stood up and dusted himself up, looking determined as ever. Storm and Flara rushed him before he could even make a move, Slash and fire punch ready. Nevertheless, Mark never was one to conform to the general idea. He grabbed Storm by the ankle of her front paw and threw her to the side as she came in, effectively stunning her. Flara had her chance and sent her fire punch right for his face, but he pulled off a matrix move and dropped backwards, dodging it like a bullet, and started a back flip. Instead of a normal back flip, Mark made it an offensive move as well by hooking his feet underneath Flara's shoulders and throwing her just like he had Storm, but spinning her in mid air to make her dizzy. It didn't work that well as Flara caught the ground by luck and jumped back over to where she and Storm had come from at the beginning of the failed attack. Things weren't going how they wanted and they needed to get him. Now, it was time for a finishing move. Time for Flara and Storm to unleash their secret combo attack. Storm let out a hunting cry as she charged up a very overpowered razor wind attack. Flara, on the other hand, was using her flamethrower on it, creating a firestorm that could rip right through Mark's defenses. "Oh... Shit!" He yelled as Strom unleashed the flaming razor winds attack, engulfing him. It was a sight to behold. The razor winds attack had absorbed the flamethrower and became more of a hurricane. It was letting out a deafening roar as it headed towards Mark, who began to create a shadow ball and laced it with flames as well. Before he seemed to be finished, however, the attack slammed into him, causing several members of the audience to scream in horror as the man was swallowed by the incinerating storm. The attack dispersed without warning, causing the onlookers to gasp. As the dust settled, and as Strom and Flara were about to collapse form the immense exhaustion, Mark stood up. His cloths were charred and looked to be barely holding together. There were scorch marks all over him and soot had gathered on any exposed skin, or it was burnt black. A ball of energy lit up in front of his palms as he brought them up in front of him, a signature sign of a hyper-beam attack. But before Storm or Flara had time to blink, they were eaten by the energy fountain as their shadows were wiped away by the impending doom. As the attack faded, Storm and Flara were still standing, just as Mark had been. People cheered and yelled out encouragement as a draw was seen when, as one, all three of them collapsed. A few trainers' came out of the audience that was wild with cheers as they gathered up the unconscious Mark and his pokemon. --- Mark woke up the next day, his regenerative time not being anywhere near that of his pokemon. He felt a familiar softness on one side of him and then noticed a strange heat to his other. Slowly, he opened his eyes as a gentle tongue made its way across his cheek. Once his vision cleared, he could see Storm on one side of him, and Flara on his other. "It's about time you woke up. Flara, Emily, and I have been worried sick about you. Also, a Charizard saw us training and wants to speak with you, love." Storm whispered in his ear as he could hear Flara sleeping soundly next to him. Suddenly, a new weight was added to him as a brown fluffy and very soft Lopunny landed on top of him. The four foot nine, abnormally tall, fluffy mush ball that he had affectionately named Emily, was now laying on top of him, hugging his body to hers as Storm giggled softly next to him. "Told ya." Storm whispered. "Hey there, Em." Mark said, lightly stroking the over affectionate Lopunny's back gently while calling her by her nickname, to which she cooed from the use. "Anyways, Flara has had a crush on you for almost the entire time you've had her. Ever since you saved her from that abusive trainer she was captured by, she's really loved you, Mark. So I said she could be a beta." Storm declared, leaving Mark wide-eyed and completely stunned. "B-beta?" He asked, entirely confused. This was definitely a new development for him, now his lover had just promised another female sex with her male. "Me too!" His Lopunny said quietly as Mark cocked his head to the side. He turned his gaze to that of the crimson eyes of his absol, the eyes that had captured his very soul and made it theirs to keep. "You naughty thing, you!" Mark whispered to her, getting a quick lick on the nose and a loving smile in return. "C'mon Emily, we need to leave Master and Flara to their fun." She said, hopping off the table, Emily following suite after kissing Mark hotly before he could do anything against it. "But, I" Mark started, only to be cut off. He was beginning to realize that Storm was going to be the dominate one in this relationship and he should just give in. "Look, love. Flara and I have discussed it." \*Conspiracy!\* Mark thought as he listened to Storm talk. "She really loves you, and I can share. Just do it for her, okay?" Storm said over her shoulder. "You're really okay with this?" Mark asked perplexed. "Yes, now you be sure to screw her silly, alright?" She responded. Mark nodded unsurely in confirmation as she walked out the door, Emily close behind her, closing the door as it locked from the outside, Mark figuring that one of them had to have had a key. He sighed, rolling over on his side, facing Flara. Mark was genuinely confused. His lover, or at least that's what he thought of Storm as, had just told him to have a go at another girl. That girl was Flara no less. She had been Mark's calm advisor for most of the time they had been partners. Flara moved slightly and put an arm around him, snuggling up to his body and giving him a nice view of her cleavage. He sighed again as he put an arm around her as well, figuring it would be best not to disappoint Storm. Mark looked into the face of his blaziken, remembering how he had acquired her. She was captured by Aaron, a notoriously abusive trainer. Mark had no idea just how deep her abuse had gone, but hoped it was not anything sexual. Mark wouldn't put it past Aaron to do something that sick and twisted, though. He was sure he would find out soon enough. "Flara... Flara, wake up. I need to ask you something." Mark said as he roused the sleeping pokemon besides him. As she woke, her captivating blue eyes, typical to her species, greeted him. There was something special about them though and Mark couldn't put his finger on it. "Hey." Flara quietly replied as she began to rub his chest gently with her three-fingered hand. She took one of his hands and put it behind her head, then took the other and placed it on her chest. Slowly, Mark moved in to kiss her as she longingly stared into his eyes with hope and want in her own. Flara glided into it, gently wrapping her arms around his head, and drew out the long needed kiss, closing her eyes. Mark did the same, enjoying the experience. He began to increase the passion of the kiss, her need for him becoming more apparent as she recovered from forgetting to breathe. She opened her mouth against his, a move that he copied. Gently, Mark slid his tongue into Flara's mouth, moving slow incase she wanted to stop. She responded by pulling him in, murmuring 'more' as she tried to elevate the passion behind the action. Mark obliged, running a hand down her back and through her hair. He began to gently squeeze at the muscles underneath the feathers as she returned the favor, her talons gently teasing the flesh of his back. It caused him to shiver lightly as she hit a sweet spot or two; Mark pulled back and stared deeply into her beautiful eyes. "You're good," He whispered lovingly. She nodded and pushed her mouth to his and resumed the kiss, running her own tongue along the roof of his as he had done to her. He gently laughed into the kiss, but stopped as her hands found their way to his shorts. Mark pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I'll give it to you however you want it." He whispered hotly in her ear, trying to re-enact a few of his dreams. Flara pulled Mark one top of her, whispering "Hard." Into his ear as he pulled his pants down in one smooth motion, Mark realizing he didn't even have a shirt on. He nodded to her, already fully erect and pushing his iron hard tool against her netherlips, waiting for her signal. She wrapped her legs up behind his and forced him in with a strength that was all her own, Mark gasping loudly as he found her body to be intensely hot and tight, but no hymen. He didn't give it much thought as he was hilted to her, pulling and pushing at him as he begin to thrust in and out of her with a force that was foreign to him and animalistic in nature. But the pleasure that it brought quickly drove any thoughts of slowing down from his mind instantaneously. Flara begin to moan softly from underneath of his body as he pounded into her with increasing speed and ferocity. She was definitely not regretting asking Storm to be a beta if she could have Mark like this every now an then, that she could feel him thrust in and out of her body like the animal that she could feel resting just beneath the skin and deep within his mind. Their pelvis's were making slapping sounds as they collided, Flara's clit hitting the base of his tool with the hilting as she cried out with each and every time. She contracted the walls of her tunnel to increase his pleasure dramatically, which by his sudden moan, worked. Mark felt the wet velvety vice constrict around his manhood and send torrents of feeling though his body as pleasure slammed though him like lightning to metal. He began to grunt with each inward stoke into Flara's wanton, hot body, trying to drive himself to the edge of his limits, feeling himself loose control over his body as instinct began to kick in. Her constant cries of ecstasy only further sped his pace, as did his power with each thrust, along with blurring his mind at a constant rate. Mark felt his orgasm speeding at him like a runaway train into a rail depot. He knew Flara's bucking and incredible hot depths would soon send him over the edge as they milked at his tool like there was no tomorrow. Her climax wasn't anywhere near far off and was actually about to hit her. Three final thrusts from Mark that were particularly hard sent her over the edge, her cunt clamping down on his shaft as she howled in ecstasy while he began to dump load after load of cum into her wanton body, effectively sating their needs for this moment. Her cunny was running down the side of his leg, almost burning his flesh as her body was hotter then any normal human could have withstood. Mark was giving her very short, light humping motions as her rode her though the intense orgasm as they panted for air. He slowly let himself rest on her body as she gently pulled him to her, wanting to feel close to the man that had just given her the ride of her life. The afterglow carried him off to sleep as she lied below him, thinking of what she had planned next, weather or not he was awake.

FSE

Title: Life goes on by amber_bunny Tags: F/F, Love, Music, Skunk, Vixen Yet again, I forgot to include an age (apparently I'm bad at that ^.^; ), so to clarify, Melody is 29 at present. Probably not as old as some people may have been guessing. Obviously, Melody, the vixen, and Aria, the skunk, are an item now, and were just heading out to dinner with big brother Butch, the black bear. Thus, I'm continuing where I left off since people liked the story so much and wanted me to clear up the cliffhanger. Enjoy =^.^= --- Aria usually wasn't really one for buffets, as they usually consisted greatly of meat, the only meat of which she ate being fish, and anyway she never needed more than one, maybe one and a half plates, but the selection now spread in front of her wasn't one she wished to pass up on, even if she had to half-gorge herself on small portions of nearly everything. Fruit, vegetables, and noodles put together in creative and sometimes not-so-creative, simple, ways, and a fair spread of fish and other assorted seafood, no chicken, beef, pork, or anything of the like in sight. Why she'd never known about this place, a short 2-mile drive from Melody's house, which wasn't all that far from her own house, before was completely beyond her. Maybe she just needed to get out and about the town more. "See anything you like?" Butch asked, still towering over the young skunk, holding a plate for himself, which he'd already topped with a few things from around the tables. "Oh!" Aria came back to earth with a snap, realizing she was gawking at the general space in front of her, a still-empty plate balanced between her hands. "I'm just...not used to a buffet that wasn't meat in all varieties..." "I guess that's understandable. This place is kind of unusual, huh?" Butch chuckled, a low rumble from his throat. "Help yourself to anything, we've already paid for our overall meals." "Right...I guess I should probably stop standing here like some weirdo..." Aria giggled softly, navigating her way around the tables and the few other patrons in the restaurant at this somewhat unusual time of day for a buffet, filling her plate with this and that, finding it hard to make up her mind what she wanted to load her first, and possibly last, plate with. Though she did intend to go up for a second plate, even if she did end up full. "What took you so long?" Melody asked jokingly, about one-quarter of the way finished with her first plate, half of her overall selection seeming to consist of fish, by the time Aria finally finished filling up her plate, taking a seat by the vixen at the booth they'd been led to after initially paying, Butch sitting across from them, taking up a good portion of the seat himself. The girls had fit themselves on the inside, while the bear, whose legs filled a good amount of the space under the table before him, was on the outside, so he wouldn't have to struggle to go too far onto the seat. Fortunately, the booth was long enough for all this to be possible, so it wasn't too much of an issue. "Sorry, just not used to a buffet where I can eat anything it has," Aria said, starting on her plate. "Don't tell me you've never been here before?" Melody asked, somewhat surprised. "I wish," Aria giggled. "But I guess having my first visit here now makes it more special than if I had." "She's got you there," Butch chuckled, swallowing down the large mouthful of food he'd scooped into his mouth with a few forkfuls. "I've been wondering, though, what've you been doing all the time you've had to leave so quickly after the concerts?" Aria asked, glancing over to Melody. "Oh, that? Don't worry, it's not some dirty secret or anything," the vixen giggled. "I just like to get an early night's rest, since the show usually starts at 8 and I've always liked to get to bed and read a little around 8:30 or so." "That early?" "Well, then I have some shows I like to watch and I usually get to sleep around 11." "You've been leaving me in the bar for TV?" Aria said jokingly, giggling. "It's not like I want to, but I don't have a VCR or anything like that to record it." "Which I've told her a few times she should get," Butch added amusedly. After that brief conversation, the three returned to their food, Butch finishing rather earlier than the other two for the pace he could eat with his size and going up for a second plate. A short while after, the girls finished their food and went up for a second plate together, Aria feeling that she still had some room to fit some more of the items she wanted to try. Some time passed in silence as the three ate, Butch finishing a third plate by about the time that the girls downed their second, and it seemed it was about time to leave after that filling meal. "...I...think we should tell my parents now..." Aria said quietly, blushing slightly. "Better early than late, then?" Melody asked softly, slipping an arm around the young skunk's shoulders. "There's that..." Aria started. "And anyway, we have Butch with us now as well, for just in case, I guess..." "Sounds fair to me," Butch agreed, not seeming to have any problem with the statement. "You'll just have to lead me to your house." A short drive later found the three at Aria's home, and the skunk knocked on the door, Melody and Butch standing behind her, feeling a little awkward about knocking on the door to her own house but wanting her parents to come out instead of leading Melody and Butch in, feeling her parents might not react to that quite so well. "Oh, it's you, Aria..." Aria's mother was the first to answer the door. She was built similarly to her daughter, but taller, with a more mature body and face, and longer hair. Following shortly after her was her husband, a well-built man wearing a dark blue T-shirt that barely contrasted to his black fur with the sleeves torn off, and a simple pair of blue jeans. "And...Melody, right?" the older female skunk asked the vixen, who smiled and nodded. "And...you are...?" she asked the large black bear, looking a little nervously up to his face. "Butch, ma'am," the bear answered politely. "I'm a friend of these two." "Butch..." the skunk muttered, and looked back down to her daughter. "So why'd you knock on the door? You know you can come in whenever you like." "I just...had something I needed to tell you, and I figured this was probably the best place to..." Aria started nervously. "You're not moving out with these two, are you?" her father asked somewhat sternly, glancing over Butch. "No, I..." Aria began, looking to the ground, the rim of her glasses blocking part of her vision, and beginning to blush. "I'm...in love with Melody..." she finally finished, not wanting to look up at her parents' reactions. If she had, she'd see that her mother was surprised and a little sad, and her father was simply upset. "You're in...what?" her father asked, hoping he hadn't heard what he thought he'd heard, or that she wasn't serious. "I'm in love with her, dad..." "...it's a phase," the male skunk stated as if it was undeniable fact. "You'll get over it. You'll stop going to that bar and seeing this girl, and we'll even help you find some boy you like." "No, it's not, dad," Aria protested, and her father seemed about to react harshly before taking a glance at the automatically-threatening presence of Butch. "Please...I know what I'm feeling..." "Then leave. I don't want any talk of girls being with girls in my house." "But..." "Now!" her father cut her off, causing Aria to wince slightly before she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Come on, I'll let you stay at my place," Melody said softly, taking a brief glance at Aria's father, who glared fiercely at her. Good thing Butch was there, she thought. "I'll leave her things packed outside the front door tomorrow, then," Aria's father responded, holding back his anger for worry of the bear's reaction. Probably why the brute was brought there in the first place. "Pick them up if you want them, I don't care. Goodbye." With that, he directed his wife back into the house, closing the door to the three standing outside it. That night Aria spent alone on the couch where she'd told the vixen she'd loved her, gently turning down the offer to share a bed with Melody at least for the night, wishing to get over what had just happened on her own, mostly so that the vixen wouldn't have to see her tears. It made it difficult to sleep, but the couch was comfortable and she kept the radio on at a low volume for some comforting sound instead of plain silence. It would be hard being detached from her family, but she at least had her lover, Melody. Not to mention Butch, Melody's unofficial brother, and now hers as well, she supposed, since she and Melody were together. "Hey...rise and shine," Aria's ears, catching a soft voice and a lack of sound from the radio, perked up, and their owner grumbled a little, rolling onto her back and slowly opening her eyes halfway, the ceiling too blurry to make out at the moment. "Nnn...what time is it?" the skunk asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, trying to get them to focus, not exactly helped by the fact that her glasses were sitting where she'd left them on the table, by the radio. "Time for breakfast," the voice said, and she saw a somewhat blurred hand place her glasses on her face. Looking around a little, the first thing Aria saw was that she'd apparently tossed the blanket she'd been given off of her at some point during the night. Immediately after she saw Melody standing over her, smiling pleasantly, and caught a whiff of something in another room, some blend of fruit as far as she could tell. "I'm...sorry about all this..." Aria said quietly, returning her gaze to the floor. "I probably should've waited, instead of ending up causing all this trouble..." "What trouble? I can't say I expected your parents to take it that badly, but it'll be nice having someone else around instead of just living on my own. Sure, Butch stops in from time to time, but he has his own place," Melody said. "Oh, and by the way, I called in some movers to pick up your things a little later, so I'll finally be able to put my empty room upstairs to use." "Thanks, Melody..." Aria said, smiling up to the vixen, who returned the smile. "So, what's for breakfast, anyway?" "I've got some fruit kabobs done, and some pancakes. Hope you like that sort of thing." "It definitely smells good, so how can I say no?" Aria giggled. After the somewhat late breakfast, the doorbell rang, and Melody went out to answer it, finding the movers a little earlier than expected. Signing the form they had, she stood back and allowed them to carry the disassembled bed, the desk and computer, a chair for it, a TV stand, a TV, and a few boxes of other things up to the room she directed them to, and the two that had come with the truck even went so far as to put the bed back together before leaving. "I suppose now all that remains is to unpack everything else. Care for some help with it?" Melody asked, the two girls standing in Aria's new room. "Yeah, I'd really appreciate that," Aria nodded, and they proceeded to unload everything and put it in its place a box at a time, starting with the clothes, which were hung up or put in one of the drawers below the bed, working up through the books to go in the desk and another drawer, and various other things Aria had for hobbies, recreation, or school work or activities. By the time they finished by placing the clock on the headstand of the bed, they saw that almost three hours had passed of the steadily exhausting activity. "So...what do you do during the day, anyway? You must have something since you only perform one night a week," Aria asked, looking to Melody, both girls having slumped down in a sitting position on the bed, which had been made once the clothes were done being put in their place. "Well, since you're living here now anyway...maybe you'd like to transfer to the school I teach at?" Melody offered, finding a surprised look from Aria. "You teach high school?" "Used to teach middle school a little, then I got transferred up. Can't have singing as my only possible career choice, it's not always all that reliable anyway. Kind of luck for people that catch a break to become big in the world of music," Melody said. "Well, I can't say I haven't thought of transferring out of my current school. I'm not sure I really have any friends there, and maybe in a different school there won't be as many people getting at me just because I'm a skunk," Aria said thoughtfully, looking out the window. "That's settled, then," Melody smiled. "I'll call your school and have them transfer everything to the one I teach at, and make sure you get the same classes there." "So what do you teach, anyway? So I can maybe get someone I know as a teacher..." "Music, of course," Melody giggled. "A little orchestra, but mostly singing, working on someone's voice and some work with lyrics." "That's not a class I currently have, unfortunately..." Aria said, a little disappointed. "Are there any classes you don't like?" "Well...there's gym class, but I'm only re-taking it to stay on the track and gymnastics teams..." "Athletic, are we?" Melody giggled. "Not really, running and being flexible are about all I've got. If I tried any actual sports, I'd probably be horrible. I don't exactly have the best reflexes or strength, except maybe in my legs a little..." "Well, then, Gym will be off the schedule. It's certainly not required to join those teams at your new school. I'll take care of the transfer now and just let you get settled up here. If you need anything, it's not so big a house that you can't find me easily." That night Aria spent in her new room, her thoughts sometimes, but rarely, drifting back to her parents during the day. It wasn't as if she really wanted to, but it seemed to move on she'd have to all but forget about them. They certainly weren't going to let her come back, anyway. The next day, she woke up at her normal time for school, taking a shower in the upstairs bathroom and using one of the towels folded up in the cabinet, putting on fresh clothes for the day, which she realized she'd failed to do the day before, and walking downstairs to find Melody already down, the small radio in the kitchen playing and an almost-empty plate of left-over pancakes in front of her, another plate laid out across from her on the table. "About ready for your new school?" the vixen asked as Aria took a seat, starting on her pancakes. "I think so...it feels kind of strange transferring in the middle of the semester, though..." "I wouldn't worry about it too much, just relax and be yourself." "Yeah, but...well, I still have to know when and where my classes are," Aria giggled softly, recalling that she hadn't yet been given this information since Melody had arranged the transfer. A few minutes later, Melody had written out her class schedule for her, and the pair walked to the school together, which wasn't very far from Melody's house. It was still in the same city as Aria's previous high school, but covered the other half of it. The vixen bidding her farewell to go to her own classroom, Aria walked nervously into the halls of the new school, expecting at any moment to be greeted by the usual single-focused insults. Instead, most of the students didn't seem so bad, though there were inevitably a small few that said she stunk. The first few periods passed with an introduction before the class as a new student, and Aria steadily got a feel for her new classes. Finally, fourth period arrived after lunch, which would be music class. The one Melody was teaching and had gotten her enrolled in successfully. "Everyone, this is Aria, your new classmate. I hope you'll all treat her with respect," Melody introduced the young skunk before the seven other students, five of which were female, no two of which were the same species. One of the girls was even a bird, a white swan. All of the students, it appeared, were sophomores like Aria, each 15 or 16 years old. "Um...hi, everyone..." Aria said a little nervously, glancing over the class. "I'm sure all of you wouldn't mind if she did a little song right now to show you all why she's in this class," Melody said, glancing over to Aria, who nodded timidly, displaying her song for the class to hear, wishing she was able to do it more quietly for speakers to simply do the work of the volume but knowing she couldn't because there were no speakers in the room, except perhaps the one for announcements from the office. Not sure what she was expecting for a response, Aria found herself praised and clapped for by the other students, who quickly became some of the friends she came to gain through the school, along with some of those on the track and gymnastics teams, all caught by surprise by her show of talent in each of the three venues. A few weeks later, Aria's thoughts plagued each night by that first time really together with Melody, she made up her mind, removing all of her clothes and placing them on her bed, looking over to the clock at the headstand. Almost eleven at night. Melody would still be up, probably just finishing her programs. Wandering carefully out to the hall toward the vixen's door, not able to see quite as well without her glasses, Aria took a deep breath, opening the door enough so she could slip through, the room lit only by Melody's TV on a stand across from the bed. "Huh? Aria?" the vixen asked sleepily, looking over to the young skunk. Immediately catching her attention, causing her eyes to widen slightly and her to be mentally jolted awake, was the fact that the girl wasn't wearing anything, only the second time she'd allowed the vixen to see her full, uncovered body. "Is it...alright if I spend the night with you, at least for tonight?" Aria asked quietly, her faint blush hidden by the lack of decent lighting in the room. "Of course it is," Melody smiled, shifting over on the bed and pulling down half of the blankets so there was an opening on the side opposite her. "There's no real need for you to ask." Smiling and nodding, regaining some of her confidence, Aria climbed into the quite comfortable bed, pulling the pink-tinged sheet and blanket over herself and immediately snuggling up to Melody, finding that she was only wearing a pair of shorts. Giving a contented sigh, Melody wrapped an arm around the skunk, drawing her closer and shifting her tail under the covers to drape over one of the girl's legs. Nuzzling her nose into the vixen's neck, Aria gave it a few affectionate licks, suddenly blinded as the TV shut off, Melody shifting her body so the two were facing each other, breasts pressing up against the other's. Cupping the skunk's face lightly in her hands, Melody smiled as she saw the girl's eyes travel directly to hers, locking in place as if all control over them had been lost. "I...want to be yours, forever..." Aria said softly, gazing into the beautiful vixen's eyes. "Then I'll be yours...always..." Melody replied, sealing the confession with a deep, loving kiss, caressing the black fur of the skunk's back with one of her hands, tracing along one of Aria's sides with a few fingers from the other, feeling the covers shift as one of the skunk's hands reached behind her, unbuttoning the shorts she was wearing from above the base of her tail and sliding them down part of the way, revealing, as usual for such humanoid creatures with tails, the undergarments attached to them for convenience. Shoving the shorts off the rest of the way to be left hidden beneath the covers, Melody pressed the rest of her body against her lover's, gentle, pleasured murring emanating from the skunk at the pleasure of it. All doubts about being with another female as opposed to a male well since lost, Aria let her tail once more find the vixen's, the bushy tails wasting little time once meeting in wrapping around each other, resting themselves over the girls' legs, stroking lightly up and down them, guided along mostly by Melody's tail. That done, she parted her lips slightly, in turn parting the vixen's the same amount, sliding her tongue into the older female's mouth, lightly caressing it against Melody's, eliciting another pleasure-full sigh from her nose. Slowly breaking the kiss after a short while, allowing her tongue to say its good-bye to Aria's, Melody leaned down and nuzzled into the skunk's neck, nipping at it gently, feeling the pleasant vibrations from Aria's murring increasing in intensity as the girl tilted her neck up, opening more of it to the vixen. Continuing to move her hands across Aria's body, they eventually came to her breasts, squeezing lightly at them, causing the skunk to gasp in surprise and pleasure, beginning to arch her back into the vixen. Encouraged onward, Aria's hands fumbled over Melody's body, across her back, her sides, her arms, light caresses here and there in her blind search, feeling out everywhere that the vixen was, allowing a visual image that ended with her breasts, one of Aria's hands stroking across the side of the one currently on top, the vixen nipping a bit harder, but not near enough to cause any pain. "Mmm..." Melody moaned softly, kissing Aria's neck. "Enjoying this?" "Y...yeah..." Aria managed to mutter out, unable to force her mouth to form any other words, starting to rub her slit against Melody's, the vixen gasping slightly and steadily placing affectionate licks lower down Aria's neck, kicking off the covers while she was at it, the building heat becoming too much to handle the sheet and blanket's retaining it. Feeling a slight change of position was in order, Melody continued by pressing her body further against Aria's, rolling the skunk on her back while letting as little of their bodies cease touching during that moment as possible, placing herself on top of the younger female, the licks from her soft canine tongue travelling down to one of Aria's breasts, which she released from one of her hands. "Mmm...M...Melody..." Aria moaned, Melody's tongue finding its way to her nipple, which it lapped at somewhat hungrily, tasting every part of it. All the while, she could feel something, her 'climax' she believed she'd heard it was called, building between her legs as she continued to rub her slit against Melody's. Returning her tongue to her mouth, Melody instead lowered her mouth to the nipple, nipping at it a few times, which caused Aria to arch her back harder up into the vixen, before taking it into her mouth and suckling gently on it, sensations flowing through the skunk that she'd never felt anything near before, never thought she'd feel anything like. "Ah...I...I'm going to..." Aria muttered, that feeling between her legs nearing its peak, squirming around a little before Melody straddled her legs around her, both their slits partly open and wet. Finishing up with what it seemed she needed to do, the vixen released her mouth from Aria's hardened nipple, giving it one final lick before lifting her head back up so her face was directly above the skunk's, locking eyes with her in a loving gaze, which seemed to weaken the younger girl. Licking the skunk's lips once, she kissed her deeply, sliding her tongue into her mouth, where the skunk's was eagerly waiting to meet it. Unable to hold on to it any longer, Aria clutched Melody hard to her, deepening the kiss as her climax came, seeming to trigger the vixen's as she tensed, the force of each quelled by the other's slit. Settling down beneath the vixen, Aria loosened her grip, sighing contentedly and murring softly, wishing never to release her, never to let her or this feeling leave. "Comfortable?" Melody asked, breaking the kiss and smiling warmly, a certain amount of exhaustion showing on her face, her energy mostly spent from this encounter. "I couldn't be more..." Aria said quietly, closing her eyes and focusing on nothing but resting there, the vixen's mature body laying over hers. "Good," the vixen said, placing one last, loving kiss on the skunk's lips. "So, will you be sleeping in here regularly, then?" "Shouldn't I?" the skunk smiled jokingly, keeping her eyes firmly, contentedly closed. "I'll take that as a yes," Melody replied happily, loosening her body for it to rest lightly atop Aria's, nuzzling her nose into her neck. "Good night, love." "Good..." Aria yawned, then finished. "...night..."

FSE

Title: Frankie & Mrs. Young Tags: 18-year-old, male virgin, his first time, older woman, shower, anal, summer, milf Frankie had been doing the same thing every summer since he was 14; mowing the lawns for the local housewives of his neighborhood for some extra cash. Most paid him well, and he had a series of regular clients. Most people wouldn't think looking at him that such a friendly and dependable kid would also be successfully running his own lawn mowing business. Now, 18, this would be his last summer of mowing lawns as he was leaving for college in August. Frankie was a handsome young man, with light brown hair and blue eyes, and thanks to his lawn mowing job, had developed a nice firm shape to his 5'11" body. He even had a set schedule that he stuck to faithfully. Every Tuesday and Friday, he'd start at Mrs. Green's house, then Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Young, who would feed him lunch, then visit Mrs. Packard, and end at Mrs. King's house, who lived next door. The ladies always looked forward to his visits, and at the end of summer, would always tip him well with money, or gift cards to his favorite store. His favorite was Mrs. Young, because she always fed him and allowed him a rest before he had to move onto his next client. She was also the one he was the most attracted to and would fantasize about many nights alone in his bedroom. He dreaded Mrs. Thompson's because her husband was often there and would criticize him for not mowing the lawn correctly, but wouldn't do it himself. He also wouldn't let Mrs. Thompson give him a tip when he was around, which was too often. Mr. and Mrs. Thompsons had to go out of town for a wedding and Frankie was told not to mow their lawn during their absence. Mr. Thompson felt Frankie was a punk looking to rob their house because his mother wasn't married and he was earning money to help her pay the bills. Mr. Thompson had no idea how hard Frankie's mother was working, or how Frankie's father had abandoned them both when Frankie was a baby. Frankie disliked Mr. Thompson, but liked Mrs. Thompson, and wondered why such a nice woman was with such a cruel man. Mrs. Thompson told Frankie if he would mow the lawn upon their return, she'd pay him extra, even if she had to sneak the extra money to him through one of the other neighbors (like Mrs. Young.) Often, Frankie would tell Mrs. Young how much he wished Mrs. Thompson would leave Mr. Thompson, but said he'd always mow her lawn if she asked, even for free, so Mr. Thompson wouldn't be angry with her. That first Tuesday the Thompsons were gone, Frankie started his day as usual, going to Mrs. Green's house early, and mowing her lawn. She liked it when he'd start early so she could enjoy her nicely mowed lawn all day. She slipped him an extra ten bucks, a kiss on his cheek, and thanked him for his time. Frankie trekked to the Thompsons' before he remembered they weren't home. He decided to go to Mrs. Young's house, and get an early start. He knew he was too early for lunch, and wouldn't be able go to Mrs. Packard's until his normal time, as she wouldn't be home from her job, and she liked to be there when he worked. He had never gone to Mrs. Young's house so early before, so when he arrived, he was surprised to see her wearing a low cut t-shirt, and shorts. Her long blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled. Mrs. Young was the only other divorced woman on the block and she worked from home. She greeted Frankie with a smile and a cold glass of fresh lemonade. "Thank you Mrs. Young," he said smiling. "I figured you'd be thirsty, but why are you so early? Mr. Thompson being extra mean today?" "They're out of town for a wedding," he said. "Oh, right," she said. "I forgot Millie mentioned that. They'll be gone all week. And I'll bet that skin-flint Mr. Thompson won't let you work while he's gone." "Yeah," said Frankie. "But Mrs. Thompson said she'll pay me extra when she gets back to mow her overgrown lawn, even if she has to give you the money." Mrs. Young smiled and said, "If she gives me any money for you, I guarantee you'll get it." "Is it too early for me to start?" Mrs. Young's smile changed, taking on an almost wicked quality. "No Frankie, it's never too early to start." Frankie wondered what she meant, but decided not to push it. He proceeded to mow her grass and when he was finished, he came into her kitchen. There, on the breakfast bar, was another glass of lemonade and a sandwich with some chips waiting for him. Mrs. Young smiled as he sat down to eat. "Hot today," she said. "Yeah," he said. "Hotter than normal." "What are you going to do when you're finished here?" "Don't know," he said taking a bite of his sandwich. "Mrs. Packard and Mrs. King work and they like to be home when I work so they can make sure I do what they want." "You sure it isn't so they can watch such a fine young man work?" Frankie started to choke. He wasn't sure, but he thought she was flirting with him. When he stopped coughing, he asked, "What do you mean?" "Frankie," she said as she rubbed his shoulder. "You're a handsome young man. I know I've enjoyed watching you mature over the last four years from a gangly boy into a fine young man. And old ladies like me love to watch handsome young men work." Frankie blushed and said, "Mrs. Young, you're not old." "Hell boy!" she cried. "I'm in my 40's. When I was your age, a boy like you wouldn't look twice at me." "Bullshit!" he cried. "You're gorgeous! I mean, you've got a smoking hot body and trust me when I say, I'd do you if you were my age." Mrs. Young's smile grew and she asked, "What about now?" "Now? Well, I ugh-" Mrs. Young started to laugh and said, "It's okay Frankie. You don't have to answer that." Frankie had fantasized about Mrs. Young since he first started working for her. She was the source of his first wet dream, and he had long wanted to find out if she was real, or silicone. He didn't want to tell his best customer how he really felt, for fear she'd fire him on the spot. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling she was teasing him, taunting him with her body. She had never dressed so provocatively before, and she was feeding his desires. "Mrs. Young," he said. "I like you a lot. You're a real nice lady." "But I'm also as old as your mother," she said. "I just don't want you to fire me." "Why the hell would I fire you Frankie?" Frankie blushed and said, "I don't know." "Frankie," she coaxed. "Mrs. Young, I think about you. A lot." "How so?" she asked. "I think you're hot. Like, really hot." "And you're afraid if you say that I'll fire you?" "Yeah." "I won't," she said. "In fact I'm flattered." "Really?" "Yeah." "Okay," he said smiling. "So, what is your girlfriend going to do when you leave for college?" "I don't have a girlfriend." "Oh come on Frankie, you can tell me the truth." "Honestly. No girlfriend. We broke up months ago." "Why?" "Why? Oh, I... ugh... that is... well... Mrs. Young, can I be honest with you?" "Sure." "We broke up because I wanted to, and she didn't. See, I didn't want to go to college never having done it before." "You mean sex?" she asked. "Yeah," he blushed. "Are you a virgin?" "MRS. YOUNG!" he cried blushing. He couldn't believe she was being so friendly, or asking him such personal questions. She had never talked to him like this before, and he was starting to wonder why. "Oh Frankie," she said smiling. "It's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He hung his head for a few moments, then looked up and whispered, "Yeah." She hugged him, pressing her breasts into him and said, "Oh my dear sweet boy. Whoa! You need a shower!" "Yeah," he said. "Sorry about that." "I have an idea, why don't you take a quick shower in my bathroom. Then you'll feel better and it will help you kill time before you need go to Mrs. Packard's house." Frankie sighed. The sound of a shower did sound nice, and it meant he would be able to stay at her house a bit longer. "Sure that would be nice." Mrs. Young escorted Frankie to her bedroom. He had always wondered what it looked like, and now here he was, standing in her room. Her bed was on a raised hardwood base, her dressers and end tables matched. Her bed was made with a blue comforter and lots of pillows. She handed him some clean towels and offered to wash his clothes, but he said he was fine. Her bathroom connected to her room, and the shower and toilet were in a separate smaller room from the sinks. She told him to take as long as he wanted and left the room. Frankie stripped down, turned on the shower, and when the water was warm enough, he shut the door between the shower/toilet room and the sinks, and stepped in. The warm water ran down his body and he leaned into the showerhead, and let the water just run down his naked body. He never heard the door open, or the moving shower curtain, but he felt her hand on his back. Frankie jumped and saw Mrs. Young, standing before him in the shower, naked. Her hair was only slightly damp, and her breasts were as magnificent as he'd imagined. He started to speak, but she grabbed his face and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist, but wrapped his arms around her and kissed her in return. Her naked breasts pressed against his hard chest and his now growing erection was pressing into her stomach. "Mrs. Young?" "Shhh," she said. "Don't talk, just trust me." She kissed him again and their tongues danced together in their erotic coupling. When they separated, she poured some shampoo into her hands and began to wash his hair. He leaned over so she wouldn't have to stretch to reach him. She scrubbed his hair, then moved so she could rinse it. Then she took some soap and a washcloth and washed his body. She stared at his shoulders, and arms, then turned him around and scrubbed his back. Her movements were slow, and gentle. She cleaned every inch of his back, then turned him around and began on his chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow, as she washed his arms, his chest and his stomach. His mind raced but he couldn't think or process a rational thought. Was he dreaming? Was this really happening? She dropped to her knees and washed his feet, his legs, and his knees. His cock was rock hard and in her face. She gently washed it, then turned him to rinse it off. With one hand, she cleaned his cock, and the other washed his ass. She turned him back to her, and slipped her mouth over his freshly washed cock. He fell back into the wall of the shower and moaned. His mind spun as all he could process was the incredible feeling he was experiencing as she gave him his first ever blowjob. It didn't take long before he reached a massive climax as he screamed and filled her mouth with his seed. To his shock, she didn't spit it out, but swallowed it all. He lifted her up and kissed her hard, pushing her into the shower wall. His thoughts and senses were starting to come back and he wanted to feel the breasts and body of this woman who was here with him now. His hands trembled as he began to touch her breasts. They responded to his touch, and her nipples became even harder. "May I wash you now?" She smiled and nodded. He moved her under the water until her hair and body were wet. He got some shampoo into his hands and gently washed her hair. She purred and smiled as his hands worked her. He rinsed her hair and then asked, "What else do I do?" She smiled and said, "See that bottle of conditioner?" "Yeah." "Put that in my hair, but don't rinse right away. Usually I wash my skin then rinse my hair after." "Okay," he said. Frankie grabbed the conditioner and massaged it into her hair. Then he took the same cloth she washed him with, and washed her body. He started at her shoulders, and washed her arms and freshly shaved armpits. He noticed the soft sent of her deodorant mixing with the soap and it fueled his arousal. Just as she had done to him, he turned her around and washed her back, slowly, thoroughly. Then he turned her around, kissed her softly, and began to wash her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch as she gasped. He stopped and she grabbed his hand and smiled. "Don't stop, please." He smiled and nodded. He resumed washing her breasts slowly, making her moan. Her breasts were firm, solid, and he now knew, they were real. He washed them for a while, then worked his way down, washing her stomach, making her giggle. He knelt down, and washed her feet and legs. He was staring at her sex, the curly blond hair covered mound of womanly goodness. He could smell her arousal, and wanted to taste. He leaned his face in toward her, but she pulled away. Mrs. Young looked down at her young eager lover and said almost breathlessly, "Wash me now and I promise to let you taste me later." He smiled as his hand came up between her thighs. She spread her legs and he gently washed her sex. She moaned under his touch. "My ass, don't forget my ass." He turned her around and washed her firm, round ass. He rose and rinsed her body and hair until he was sure all the soap was gone. He may have spent a bit too much time checking her sex, but she didn't object. Her breathing was hard and ragged; he could tell she was as aroused as he was. She turned the water off, and grabbed a towel. As she was drying him off slowly, carefully, she asked, "Did you like what I did?" "Yeah," he gasped. His cock was quickly growing hard again and she smiled. "My, what a beautiful cock you have Frankie." "Thanks," he moaned. "You've grown into such a handsome and muscular young man." She handed him a dry towel and he in turn slowly and gently dried her off. "You're body, it's so beautiful." "Thank you," she said. They stepped out of the shower together, and she led him to her bed. The pillows were gone, and the comforter was pulled back. She climbed into her bed and he quickly followed without question or hesitation. She kissed him as they lay back on her bed. His hands caressed her breasts and she pushed his head toward her aching breasts. He began suckling her right nipple as she moaned. His hand worked her left nipple, then he'd switch and suckle the left nipple and his hand would play with her right. She moaned and squirmed under his weight, and finally, pushed his shoulders down. He kissed down her stomach until he was at the top of her hairline and stopped. "It's okay Frankie, please, kiss me, lick me, make me scream." "I don't want to hurt you," he said nervously. "You won't," she said. "Just go slowly. Kiss it like you kissed me before." "But Mrs. Young-" "Sandra," she whispered. "Please, call me Sandra." "Sandra," he whispered. She reached down to her sex and said, "Kiss me here, please." He kissed where her fingers were and she moaned, "OH YES! DON'T STOP!" She pulled her hand away, and he continued to kiss her sex. He licked the outer lips, then slowly allowed his tongue to probe inside her pussy. She moaned louder and flexed her hips into his mouth. "Slip your finger inside," she whispered. He wanted to slip his rock hard cock into her, but instead, he slid a finger into her, and could feel the wetness. Her sweet musky scent drove his arousal as he kissed her more. He slid a second finger into her and she responded with moans and cried, "More Frankie! Make me cum!" He licked and kissed, and when he found her clit, she screamed in ecstasy and her body shook as he was rewarded with the flood of womanly juices covering his hand and face. The taste was arousing in a way that he had never imagined and he greedily took all she was going to give him. He decided he couldn't wait another moment longer, pulled his rigid penis up, and mounted her. He slipped his rock hard cock into her warm pussy, and slowly entered her. He was amazed that he could feel all of her, and that she took all of his cock. He slowly moved in and out, and she was meeting him with her hips, thrust for thrust. He sucked her nipples while he thrust making her moan. Then he'd straighten up and she'd kiss him, slipping her tongue between his lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he moved faster, and began to pound her. It didn't take long for her to climax again with a shriek. "Would you take me from behind?" she asked. "How?" he asked. She smiled and said, "I'll show you." She pushed him off her, and quickly got on her hands and knees. He smiled and entered her again, grabbing her hips, and pounding her now. She moaned and soon, another climax, even stronger than the ones before. He reached under her and play with her breasts, kissing her back and fucking her the way he'd always dreamed. "Oh Sandra," he said. "You're amazing." "Thank you Frankie," she gasped. He fucked her hard and fast, working her sex and making her beg for more. Her ass was in his hands, and he put a finger against her anus. It slipped inside just a little and she screamed, "YES FRANKIE! TAKE MY ASS! MAKE IT YOURS!" He pulled his hard cock out of her pussy, but quickly realized he had no idea what to do. "How do you want me to do this?" "Take me to edge of my bed, get some lube from my drawer, and squeeze some into my ass." He opened the drawer and saw the tube, then he pulled her to the edge of her bed, and after a few tries, got some lube into her ass. "Won't this hurt?" "You must go slowly to make it yours," she said. "Use your finger, watch what happens." Trusting her, he pushed the small pucker with his finger until she released and it slid in. He added more lube and repeated the process a few more times before he was sure he wouldn't hurt her. Then he stood on the floor, and slowly entered her ass. It was so tight and she gasped and said, "Finish in my ass, please!" He was amazed when his cock fully entered her. He reached under her and began to play with her clit with his hand as he fucked her incredibly tight ass. He could feel his balls tighten and the feeling inevitability took over. He became an animal as his body prepared for his release of semen. She squirmed and squealed with delight and soon, he felt himself explode within her, making her climax one last time. He collapsed on top of her panting, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out and kissed her back. He tasted the salty sweat of her skin as she lay there, gasping for air "Go clean yourself up," she whispered. He walked to the bathroom, and washed off his well-used cock. She wandered in after him and washed her pussy and ass. They dressed slowly, and she smiled. "Looks like I wore it down, didn't I Frankie." Frankie looked down and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you did." They walked into the kitchen together, and she poured him a glass of lemonade. "I hope you don't think less of me." He took the glass, sat down and asked, "Why would I?" "Because of what we just did," she said. "Oh god Sandra, it was incredible." She smiled and said, "Don't be so informal outside of my bedroom." "Yes, Mrs. Young." She smiled and said, "I'm not a whore, Frankie. I'm a woman with needs and wants. I've wanted to do that since you started mowing my lawn, but I waited. I didn't want your mother to have me arrested. You're 18 now, and soon, you'll be gone. I knew my window of opportunity was small." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want you do come back and do this again." "Really?" he asked not believing his ears. She smiled and said, "Really. Just know this, when you go to college, always wear a condom. Not all girls like anal so don't expect it. I hope I've taught you something about making love. Always try to satisfy your partner. Besides, I just couldn't let you leave me without showing you how special of a young man you are." "You think I'm special?" "Yes Frankie, I do. I also know how important it is to experience sex with someone who is a bit more experienced." "What do you mean?" he asked. Mrs. Young sat next to him and took his hand into hers. "My first time was with a boy I had been dating for a long time. He was nice, but not very attentive. We were in my parents' bedroom making out, one thing lead to another and it was over before I knew it. He was satisfied and I was sore. He dumped me shortly after and I was depressed. I guess that's why when Mr. Young came along, I believed his bullshit. Now, don't get me wrong, Mr. Young was an excellent lover, just ask his secretary." Frankie laughed at this and said, "You're incredible Mrs. Young." "As are you," she replied smiling. "And I think it's about time you get going. Mrs. Packard should be home by now and she'll wonder why I've kept you so late." Frankie finished his lemonade and headed to Mrs. Packard's house. He still couldn't believe that the same woman who had been the focus of many masturbation sessions, had taken his virginity. That night, he replayed the events of what had happened, the feel of her breasts, the touch of her lips on his cock, the feel of her tight pussy and even tighter ass, his cock grew rock hard and he envisioned her jerking him off as his hand took care of his erection. Friday could not come fast enough for Frankie to see if Mrs. Young, Sandra in her bedroom, would let him do it again, or if it was just a onetime session. To his surprise, she did not disappoint as she asked him to "fix" something in her bedroom. That something turned out to be her wanting body. For the rest of the summer, he'd spend extra time at Mrs. Young's house, mowing her lawn, and making love to her. Frankie seemed to smile more than he ever had before. Even his mother noticed this but passed it off as his "getting ready for college" excitement. Frankie's friends noticed that he seemed to be wistful about leaving home for college, but never learned the true reason. Mrs. Young was his "private tutor" and taught him so much that fateful summer. When August arrived, he found it difficult to leave his home, and his summer lover. He wanted more of a relationship with Mrs. Young, but knew how much it would hurt his mother, as the two women were friends. The day before he left, his lawn-mowing customers all gave him presents to help him in college. Mrs. Green presented him a tablet computer. Mrs. Thompson gave him an expensive pen set (that her husband complained loudly about), Mrs. Packard gave him $200 in gift cards to buy his schoolbooks, and Mrs. King gave him a microwave and coffee maker for his dorm room. These were nothing compared to the gift Mrs. Young had already given him, the love making lessons. Her final gift was a thousand dollars for school, and the pair of satin Fredrick's of Hollywood panties she was wearing the day she stepped into the shower, which changed his life forever, with a note that said, "Keep these safe, and remember me always." What Frankie and the other neighborhood ladies didn't know was this was to be Mrs. Young's last summer. While Frankie was away at college, Mrs. Young passed away. Seemed that she had been diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor and the doctors had only given her a few weeks to live, just days before her first encounter with Frankie. It was then she decided to live in the moment, and fulfill her one last sexual fantasy, that lasted all summer long. On the day of her funeral, Frankie was standing with his mother when a man stepped up and asked, "Are you Frankie?" "Yeah," said Frankie, confused. "This is for you," said the man as he handed him an envelope. "Mrs. Young left you everything in her will. This letter was to be delivered to you upon her death. She must have really liked you." "Who are you?" asked Frankie. "I'm her lawyer, or was before she died," he said. "Call me when you're on your next school break and we'll go over her estate." "What about this?" asked Frankie holding up the mysterious letter. "Read that alone," he said. "That was all she told me. To give it to you and ask that you read that letter alone." Frankie hid the letter until he was back at school, in his dorm room. His roommate was out so he pulled out Mrs. Young's letter and read it. My Dearest Frankie, If you are reading this letter, then you know my tumor has taken my life. I want you to know, I never would have had the courage to do what I did with you had it not happened. You gave a dying woman the greatest gift you could, your time, your attention, your love. That summer was the best I could remember. I have left you everything in my estate because I have no children, and my ex-husband is a skunk. Do with it what you will, but please keep those panties I gave you. Please think of me fondly, and don't weep over my death too much, our sexual encounters helped with my pain. And for the record... you took my virginity... with my ass. I knew you'd want it... and I wanted to experience it once, before I died. Thank you for being so gentle with me. Live your life to its fullest, and remember me fondly. All my love, Sandra Young Frankie finished the letter, folded it up, and slipped it back into the envelope. Then, for the first time that he could remember, he cried and wept for the loss of his friend and former lover.

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Title: Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 0.0 (aka: Prestart 3/3) by comidacomida Tags: Adventure, Fantasy, Magic, Zion, reader-driven Zion - Path of the Moon Mother Chapter 0 The Introduction Bannihar The City of the Cloudless Day has always had a long-standing tradition of sending travelers out into the Wild Lands as the sun set. The symbolism behind it is that those taking a trip would begin theirs at the same time Tah'aveen's blessed silver disc would begin its own journey across the sky. The treacherous mountain roads were never well-suited for travel in the dark, but that encouraged the development of powerful spells and prayers of light. This quickly became a powerful boon for travelers at any hour but, unfortunately it also created a beacon that creatures from miles around could see-- not so good in the Wild Lands. The majority of the travelers in the second envoy of the year were Bannihar-born, but that didn't stop them from rising with the sun and starting their preparations right away. As was expected, those making the journey were set to be seen off in the usual manner, but, considering all of the preparations of the morning, most of the pilgrims would be stuck with nothing else to do but twiddle their thumbs. While all manner of caravaner, beast handler, and laborer made up the majority of the caravan there were more than a few travelers worth of note. Priestess Kayte Delier of the Temple of the Full Moon was given leave to see to the safety and spiritual well-being of the caravan and she was among the first to make her presence known carrying the silver censure to act as the Divine Shield for the journey. Traveling amidst the caravan, Priestess Delier's piety would protect the vast majority of the wagon train. Arriving with the Priestess was Lord Raes, Knight and Champion of the Temple of the Full Moon. The foresight of the temple decreed that a second Divine Shield should be placed in caravan; the travelers would have the blessing of Tah'aveen two-fold. In the case of Lord Raes, his Divine Shield was truly just that: a finely polished silvered shield of masterwork quality. Without pause, the self-assured Dog made his way to the head of the caravan and began conversing with the wagon master. Shortly after Priestess Delier and Lord Raes arrived several small squads of Banniharian soldiers joined ranks and began preparing alongside the pilgrims. Among the soldiers, standing out amidst the field-plate and painted helms was a lightly armored kangaroo with tattoos ringing her arms and tail-- Elesin DeQuelz, the squad's warmage. Although many warmages often took command of their squads, Elesin's "uncompromising malady" ensured that the soldiers chose a more suitable commander... nobody liked the idea of following a Moon Crazed berserker into combat. As more and more guards were moved into position a small disturbance caught the attention of many of the laborers; Iskiy Thrush, a Wild Lander guide was being escorted through the crowd to his place at the front of the wagon train. While Iskiy resembled any other city-born wolf the stag-like antlers emerging from the top of his head pointed out quite obviously that he was different... and "different" was not widely accepted within the city. Ignoring the casual comments and not-so-casual expressions of disdain, the Captain of the guard led him to where Lord Raes was waiting. The Captain introduced Iskiy simply and Lord Raes bowed to her and held a large paw out to the antlered wolf. The two shook paws. Several quick words later and the Captain departed, exchanging a simple hug with Iskiy. If Iskiy's appearance was distracting, Roarg Stoneclan's was a downright spectacle. Many of the laborers, familiar with the badger from their days moving to and from the quarry, were rightfully glad to have him along and he was hailed as a hero by numerous cityfolk who gathered around the caravan as it prepared. Waving politely to the well-wishers, Roarg got quickly to work with aiding the laborers as they loaded the wagons. Sebastian, Roarg's faithful gryphon companion remained perched atop the roofs, knowing better than to cause any more commotion by making an appearance, but quite able to catch up to the caravan at a moment's notice once they were ready to depart. More travelers, pilgrims, guards, and workers later the square was filling rapidly. The majority of those not taking part in the journey were pressed back into the alleys, or else forced to watch the preparations from the balconies and roofs overlooking the gathering... more than one of them deciding better of it and going back inside once catching sight of Sebastian. Still, those who knew the gryphon were more than content to keep watch on the developments down in the street, which became that much more interesting with the arrival of "The Golem Master". Elias Hewen, well known for his skill at Geomancy arrived by quarry cart. It wasn't exactly the most noble or dignified manner to attend the gathering, but he was always one who appreciated practicality over ceremony. The driver, an older-looking stallion exchanged a wrist-clasp with him, but it quickly turned into a short embrace. They exchanged a few friendly insults before making their final goodbyes and, once he was off of the cart, the armadillo geomancy master made his way quickly to the laborers, stepping in immediately to establish order to their otherwise chaotic activity. While most of the laborers moved quickly to comply with the gruff armadillo's commands, one of the workers, a plain-looking cat with a carving knife in one paw and a block of wood in the other quickly slid away from the rest and hopped into the back of the provision wagon, stowing his carving as he began to check over the supplies; Alexander was more suited to finer work than manual labor, and he put those skills to use. It was early afternoon by the time the last of the caravan arrived. Including scouts, guides, laborers, pilgrims, and clergy the wagon train numbered just shy of 200... almost 50% larger than the first band of delegates; the greater numbers were mostly due to the additional guards posted throughout the caravan. Though few people mentioned it, the fact that the first group dispatched had not returned was on almost everyone's mind. While a good number of travelers hoped there wouldn't be any trouble it was obvious that the temple wasn't about to bet on a safe trip. With several hours left to go before departure, the caravan was fully stocked, well-prepared, and in good condition. Despite the readiness, the customs of Bannihar were to be observed and it left little for the travelers to do beside wait. Many took the opportunity to say their final goodbyes to loved ones while others simply spent their time in or near a wagon attempting to catch a few hours of shut-eye. Well-wishers were again welcomed into the square where they bestowed small gifts onto the travelers closest to them. It was an almost festival atmosphere, and might have even been pleasant if not for the ever-present concern that they would be traveling through the Wild Lands. Despite the readiness of the caravan, a scant hour before the travelers were to leave, several members of the caravan began gathering up the commanders, overseers, and wagon masters. The standard preparations had been made and the caravan was ready, but there was still a sense that there was something missing. Numerous ideas came to mind as the group brainstormed how the last hour in Bannihar would be best put to use but a few of them specifically stood out. Considering the rocky road ahead, the lead wagon master suggested considering extra provisions, just in case. Lord Raes advised leading a great prayer in the square. Considering the numerous dangers that the caravan might encounter, several of the guides advised locating and procuring specialized equipment. Countering that idea, Elesin DeQuelz suggested doing a basic combat drill with the workers-- after all, more men contributing to the defense of the caravan was better than a few extra toys. Taking into account the length of their journey, Priestess Delier thought it prudent to take the time inviting the travelers' loved ones to gather in the square to see them off. There were many options, but their time was short. Doen The morning light felt wonderful as I stepped out of the temple and into the Lunar Plaza. It was a little overwhelming at first, I have to admit, knowing that I was leaving the protection of the temple... of Doen itself, and traveling with the numerous pilgrims and delegates to Zion. Many of the travelers had been in the Wild Lands before, and it was intimidating seeing them go about their business; I had barely ever even been out of the temple, let alone the city. Unlike my last trips through Doen seated in a wagon or carried in an enclosed stretcher on the shoulders of temple servants, I was going to do it on my own two feet... and I couldn't have been more excited. It had been a busy last two weeks gathering up the support I needed to make a second trip possible. With the help of Ulysses and other members of the city administration I sent out a call for a wide variety of travelers. A lot of them were devoted followers of the Temple of the Pregnant Moon, but some... well... not as much, came from other walks of life. Even though I didn't make any secret of it, I got a lot less objection from the temple elders than I was expecting. I suppose it was a blessing, but it ended up making me even more concerned-- did they really not care? I followed the steps down to street level where the many jewel-inlaid stones were lit up with the fiery dawn sunlight, glowing with the magnificent red and orange that I used to see from the window of my room... but, finally, I could reach out and touch them with my sandal. Other things were more pressing though and I spent the next twenty minutes greeting and blessing various members of the traveling party. It seemed like such an enormous undertaking: two hundred and twelve travelers in all. Several other priests and priestesses beside me talked among themselves. I could hear that they were arguing about my decision to have such a variety of travelers-- traditionally only the most devout followers of the Pregnant Moon were allowed to take part in the pilgrimage, but, unlike them, I couldn't escape the feeling that it would take a little of everything to succeed where the last delegates apparently failed. Despite my misgivings at their doubts I had to stick to my plan-- it was the only one we had. "A far cry from the temple, isn't it, kid?" a gruff voice spoke up from a nearby wagon. The large echidna was well-known to the clergy had a face I knew. "Brother Bronderson." I smiled; never in my wildest dreams did I think that he would actually accept the invitation... but there he was. "Rust." he quickly corrected, and in a tone that told me that he didn't want to have to tell me twice. The power with which he slammed his metal hammer down on the wagon's loose clasp made it obvious that he was making a point. Only when he turned toward me did I realize that the rumors were true; he wasn't holding the hammer... it was his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come." I offered. Like any other Priest of the Pregnant Moon I knew all the ways to sound genuine without really meaning it, but in that case I was honest. "Well... that's one of you." he answered, and got back to securing the wagon; it didn't take a Diviner to see that he wasn't interested in talking to me. I hoped that his view would change; a lot of what I learned about questioning the status quo came from a copy of his manuscript I had read and I was hoping to have a chance to discuss it with him. It was going to be a long trip, so I was sure my chance would come. "Brother Zachary?" a smooth, melodious voice called. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Miss Hearthsinger." I couldn't keep the smile off my face. She gave me a hug when I turned to meet her. Despite myself I couldn't help but blush; I'd grown up hearing her music and I felt a little intimidated standing muzzle-to-muzzle with her. The hug only made it worse, of course. "Thank you for allowing me to come along, your eminence." she stepped back and curtsied with all the grace and poise she was rumored to have. "Brother is fine, Miss Hearthsinger." I said, "And the pleasure is mine." I grabbed my ears and reattached the band holding them together, which had come loose after the hug, "I know you're always looking for wonderful stories and I know that some music and a known-face will be well received on the trip." The tigress laughed, which seemed strange because I wasn't telling a joke. She explained why she was laughing a moment later, "Oh Goddess... you can't be older than, what... sixteen? You sound like an old man... you're so formal, Brother Zachary." she giggled. I couldn't manage to hold a smile at bay, "I just want things to go smoothly." I admitted, but I still did a good job of hiding my insecurity at the statement; most of how well things went was far out of my paws. I had control of the Silver Staff, our Divine Shield... that would have to be enough. "I've been on the road before." she winked, "Everything'll go fine." she reassured me and, with a quick yank, she freed my ears from the band, "Keep them up... it looks better." she flashed a smile that said more than it needed to, and she headed off into the caravan, taking my ear band with her. I found that I didn't really mind though-- besides, I had a lot more to do. Aside from Narissa Hearthsinger, the caravan had several 'proper' guides, including a Wild Lander, which was a fortunate enough find for us. Jasper, the Wild Lander, along with another one of our guides, a red fox by the name of Zeke were busy discussing the best way to get to Zion. Although both agreed that the road would provide some divine protection neither seemed too reluctant for a more direct path-- I'm sure that wouldn't sit too well with most of the pilgrims who believed in the grace of Tah'aveen to protect us. "Brother Zachary--" my attention was called away from their discussion by one of the caravan guards who needed my help; apparently Provisioner Flynn was causing a minor commotion... again. One of his recent-hires, a hunting dog named Taggart was serving ale to some of the workers who were gathered around the provisioner's wagon and the ferret was upset that coins weren't changing paws. In the end, several of the foremen gave the provisioner enough payment to quiet him and everybody settled down-- I thanked Tah'aveen that I didn't have to get involved in everything... but, unfortunately, the next big decision was already upon me. We had a few hours left until we were supposed to leave but a number of the labor masters wanted to add some extra activities onto the preparation. We had the time for it, but not for everything they had in mind. Several travelers wanted Narissa to relate stories of the Wild Lands so they'd know what they were up against; Numerous clergy suggested that I take the time to lead the wagon train in a prayer session to the Moon Goddess; more than one wagon master suggested getting more supplies in case Dillan Flynn decided to try price gouging; the caravan guides suggested ordering some specific equipment they thought we'd need from specialized dealers; a few of the men expressed a desire to spend the last few hours with their family. All of the suggestions seemed reasonable, but I knew there just wouldn't be enough time for all of it so I gathered up the leaders of the wagon train in the hopes we could come up with a solution. Myre Dearest Miri, You told me ever since I was a little girl that we come from a family of famed warriors; I used to think that it was just another one of those older-sister tricks that you used to play on me-- I didn't realize until I went into training how well acknowledged our family really was. Out of everyone that could have been chosen for this task, Lord Dalton chose me. To be honest, I'm still surprised he didn't choose you. He didn't exactly tell me why and I knew better than to ask. It still feels like it should be you here and not me, which I suppose is why I decided to dedicate this journal to you. That, and because it's nice to think of the time I spend writing to be something like the times we used to hide in our room and gossip about the events of our days. I really miss that. I met with the priestess assigned to the caravan this morning and I'm glad it was Lady Marion. I don't know if you'd remember the name, but she's the gorgeous blond Anthony was staring at; there aren't many human priestesses in service to the Temple of Myre so I guess it's okay to feel proud that one of our own gets to help lead us to Zion. She had with her another priest who was looking after a young lion, just old enough to start sprouting his mane. Why the temple decided to send an initiate is beyond me but, then again, a faithful's purpose is not to question the way of the church, as Lord Dalton always says. The overseer of my unit introduced me personally to Lady Marion, which was a greater honor than I was expecting. She was every bit as amazing as I could have imagined, and was even generous enough to introduce me to the young lion named Josh, a cub, I was told, with great many blessings from the Moon Mother. Just by his bearing I could tell he was raised by the church but his formal, proper greeting still couldn't hide his excitement; I think he was even happier to be assigned to the Zion journey than I was. I guess I might have been more excited if that was my main reason for being in the wagon train. The caravan came together quickly and no one questioned my presence, which was good because Lord Dalton asked me to make sure that I wasn't being obvious. To be honest, I've never really been much for sneakiness or lies, but I understood why he's concerned. Above everything, the delegates HAD to get to Zion, and my task wasn't supposed to interfere with that. The wagons were making their final preparations when I caught the first look at the Wild Lander guide I'd heard about, and let me tell you: the stories don't even begin to do her justice. Massive even for a minotaur, Bahrla Splithoof was every bit the warrior woman she had been painted to be. She had this walk about her that screamed no-nonsense. You know how people always tell you that you can command attention when you enter a room? Well... not to take away from you or anything, but she looked like she could have done it from outside the building. Walking with her, looking like he was trying to keep control of a conversation that Bahrla was casually wrestling away from him was a handsome looking shepherd dog, and someone I actually knew. Keeland Reilly was one of the speakers at my squad's graduation ceremony; I remembered him so well because he was outspoken, vibrant, and interesting-- almost the complete opposite of most of the speakers. I wasn't surprised when he glanced back my way and his eyes looked right through me-- he was one of four presenters and I was one of fifty students. I suppose I shouldn't have felt bad because of it-- looking back it seems silly, but at the time I remember feeling a little down. It's embarrassing to say, but I had a little crush on him ever since his speech at commencement. With the last pre-departure activities underway, I followed orders from the organizers to find a place in one of the carts. Unlike what I expected at first, there were enough wagons and carts that even the low ranking guards like me had a place to sit-- thank the Goddess for forethought. I was seated in one of the open-top wagons amidst a large amount of loose hay and animal supplies. Other than the wagon driver the only other individual sharing my transportation was a well-groomed mixed breed... a wolf-dog, or maybe a coy-wolf... I've never been very good at telling the difference. He was friendly enough, introducing himself the moment our eyes met. Anor-Roc, he said his name was. We spoke casually for a good ten minutes, during which time he was polite and proper but I couldn't help but feel that he was toying with me; several times his words bordered on flirting and I could have sworn that he slid a few well-placed double-meanings into our discussion about traveling in a hay wagon. The fact that he constantly referred to his family and wife was a good sign that even if he was flirting that it was innocent... hopefully. (You remember the time that leopard from East Town tried to seduce you before his wife caught him? No thanks... I NEVER want to be in a situation like that). Our pleasant conversation came to a close when he excused himself, mentioning something about needing some time to mediate before leaving the town. Considering the fact that he was dressed with all the trappings of a magic user I was glad to see that the usual tavern blow-off line was actually genuine coming from him. Fortunately for me, Anor-Roc's attention was diverted at just the right moment because it was during this time that I caught sight of my target: Liam Mail. The black fox was one wagon ahead of me, seated on what a barrel of grain. Across from him was a scowling squirrel girl who, by all accounts, did not look like she belonged in the caravan. unlike everyone else, the squirrel did not look expectant, excited, or even afraid-- she looked angry. I knew that I would have to bide my time; the squirrel would only get in the way. Regardless, Lord Dalton gave me specific orders and I knew even with him less than ten yards away, it was too soon... too soon to carry them out. Liam would have to wait until the wagon train was out of town. At first I didn't think it would be a long wait, but shortly thereafter I found out that the caravan leaders had one more activity planned before we left. The last of the city workers finished their duty of bringing supplies to the staging ground and then departed, clearly leaving the last of the laborer to the caravan. While the final supplies and armaments were being loaded the master of the caravan called together several of the guards, the priests, and teamsters. While I didn't have a very good view it looked like they were doing some final planning. Considering all of the labor sounds surrounding me I had no better luck hearing. Strangely, Anor-Roc, casually jingling a charm bracelet on his wrist, had no such difficulty. "They're arguing over what to do with the last of our preparation time." he explained, apparently realizing that I was trying to figure it out. "We could just leave early." I noted. "Heh... you almost sound like you weren't born here." he countered, "Everything has a time and staying on schedule is the most important thing." "Then what's the big deal with finding a way to pass the time?" I pressed him for information. "Right now they all agree that there's more the caravan can be doing, but nobody can agree on what. The Wild Lander," he motioned to Baharla, "wants to map out a route while Priestess Marion says we should spend the time in prayer." he sighed, "And then some others say we should gather up extra weaponry while still others think we should focus more on extra provisions... there are a few folks in the mix who say the last hours in town should be spent with family. It's turning into a circus over there." it was obvious he didn't approve of the show, "It's lack of empathy like this that has caused so many problems for the empire." I nodded in response; it was a common argument in Myre. All we could do otherwise was wait for the leaders to make up their mind. Fortunately it didn't take as long as I'd feared. Myrh I arrived at the gathering place after almost everyone else had shown up. Numerous strings had to be pulled, many palms had to be greased, and more than a few deals had to be brokered before I could secure a place in the caravan... but I knew it would be worth it-- there wasn't anything worth holding onto if it meant taking this trip. Knowing that, I waited as long as I needed to before being able to slip into the gathering without being noticed. Although I'd expected all of the clergy to be present in the very beginning, the Priestess who was to guide the caravan arrived even later than I had. It was Anya Fanewatcher, and it felt like the dawn grew a little darker and the air grew a little colder for her presence. She was assigned by the temple as the bearer of a Divine Shield, a great silver scythe which she held like any normal woman would cling to an intimate lover. Any devout follower would never say anything negative about a priestess of Tah'aveen, but I have no qualm admitting that she scares me... almost as much as the thought of the Wild Lands. Priestess Fanewatcher was a surprise but so too was the unity priest named Ryan Fastrider, a wolf from Bannihar who was permitted to join caravan. He was also tasked with seeing to the safety of the wagon train. He had received permission from the High Priestess herself to join the caravan on its trip to Zion. Doubtlessly the fact that he brought his own Divine Shield had something to do with the temple's permission... the priests most likely figured that two layers of protection were better than one. Priest Farstrider's Divine Shield was kept discreetly on his person-- it looked like a small, unspectacular moonstone armlet. The priest and priestess remained near the head of the caravan, which is precisely where I didn't want to be. Lingering in the shadows at the back was also the obvious place to avoid because that's where people tended to look. To make matters more complicated, based on the rumors I had heard, Kell Vederik was the dedicated guardsman for the rear portion of the caravan. Few realized it, but Kell was far more than a bodyguard and that kind of man was not someone I wanted to be anywhere near. Even from my position near the alleyway I could see him skulking amidst the morning shadows moving in and out of the caravan on the look out for anything that might entice him into action-- I didn't plan on being one of those things. As the appointed time of departure drew closer I made my way toward the middle wagons, the ones reserved for the wealthier and higher class pilgrims. With the right applications of simple magics it is not hard to fit in-- the fact that most of the upper class travelers were worried more about the upcoming trip and less about those sharing a coach with them made my job that much easier. I welcomed myself into the carriage, a simple illusion providing the impression that I was dressed in clothing similar to theirs-- far too fancy to be worth much on the road. Thankfully my clothes didn't actually change-- I had no intention of tripping over myself. The two travelers sitting across from me continued their discussion as if I wasn't even there. They bantered as only a rich husband and wife could: complaining about the hired help. I found it humorous that, while in one breath, they were able to complain that the caravan leaders lacked the insight to hire a Wild Lander guide and yet, a mere moment later, complain that far too many members of the envoy reeked of the unfaithful. It wasn't that I didn't have the heart to tell them that the majority of Wild Landers did not worship Tah'aveen... I simply wasn't interested in correcting their ignorance. They continued picking apart other individuals in the caravan, speaking to one another and completely ignoring me. Despite my ability to handle people from all walks of life one of the things I disliked the most about the families belonging to old-wealth was their superiority complex. Despite the risk I was taking finding a new place to stay I realized that I was not going to be able to survive an entire journey having to listen to their inane prattle... so I took my leave with a wordless nod and went to find myself a new place to stay out of the way. The caravan was awash with activity and it became increasingly difficult to keep to myself. Workers went here-and-there carrying provisions and equipment; fortunately the illusion of finery still clung to me so they all thought better than demanding my assistance. I had just decided on my next wagon when my way was blocked by a rather perturbed-looking human dressed in the kind of traveler's garb you'd expect a university sage to wear. More unique than his clothing, though, was the fact that he was pure white-- something of a rarity among his kind. "The Demon of Ashlai is in the caravan." he announced, obviously more interested in stirring up trouble rather than offering any real warning, "You should probably think about staying inside your wagon unless you want to lose your soul." "Thank you for the warning, Mr...." I offered in as dismissing a thanks as I could muster. I always learned it's easier to get someone to leave you alone if you start asking questions, but, rather than actually come out and ask his name I let the implied question hang there. As expected, the human quickly passed by without bothering to introduce himself. I later learned that the human, Jerard by name, had a special dislike of nobles-- it certainly made up for such a bad first impression in my mind-- anyone who dislikes nobles can't be all that bad. He continued on down the line, repeating his warning the rest of the riders of the caravan's special addition. Despite any of the possible negative considerations, I had heard of Artemisia, known more commonly as the Demon of Ashlai; though she was worth being frightened of, I was not not concerned-- the commander of the caravan was Yearl Rakken. A local hero, the lion was a veritable legend in Myrh and anyone who knew of him knew that when he was involved everything would be alright. I don't consider myself naiive, of course; nobody can guarantee safety in the Wild Lands, but I had total confidence that he could keep the Demon of Ashlai in check. Climbing into my new chosen wagon I was relieved to see that I only had to share it with one other occupant, a dark-furred wolf who, as far as I could tell, appeared to be asleep. Situated next to him on his bench seat was a huge stack of books; placed between his feet on the floor of the coach was an open bag, also full with books. The wolf also had another book open and in his lap. Leaning forward just slightly I could make out a few symbols on one of the pages. I recognized magical runes, but didn't know enough to identify it. Considering the amount of reading the wolf had available to him I knew that I had found the right spot; he was going to be far more concerned with his books than a casual traveler seated across from him. Having found my perfect spot within the caravan I finished settling in. I knew it was only a matter of hours before the wagon train would leave but, if I knew anything about Captain Yearl Rakken (and most people who lived in Myre for any amount of time do), I was confident that there was more to accomplish before he would give the go-ahead for the departure. As expected, scarcely a few minutes later, the FINAL final preparations were put into place. There was some conjecture among the laborers outside my wagon as to what the captain had in mind. One suspected that he was going to secure some extra provisions, while another countered that any more supplies would probably be arms and armor. One of the guards who claimed to have fought alongside the Captain in the great wars said that he was most likely going to give the travelers some time to bid goodbye to their friends and families. Another guard, all but calling the first a liar countered with the assessment that the Captain would most likely gather the commanders together and formulate a logistical plan outlining the path the wagon train would take. They all seemed like reasonable possibilities, but they ruled out the influence that the Anya Fanewatcher had over the caravan, and, in all likelihood, I was wagering that she'd decree the final preparation for the trip to be a company-wide prayer. I didn't bother providing any input, of course-- it wasn't something we had any control over so why be concerned? Resting back against my seat, I was content to bide my time, waiting to hear the plan. Shrad The city had spent weeks preparing for the departure of the second foray to Zion. Unlike the previous envoys, the polar bear known as Armenius Tenge, High Priest of Shrad had no intention of playing it conservative and, to that end, he ordered an increase in the size of the caravan to account for an entire regiment of 'guards'. The men-at-arms were all well-trained soldiers, capable of defending the convoy, but also useful for much more aggressive maneuvers if it was deemed appropriate; knowing his style, it most certainly would be. The bear was easy enough to track down for anyone interested in seeing him; his ever-present collection of men-in-black followed him wherever he went as he made his way through the caravan's staging grounds. Not one to accept undue risks, he had made it a point to recruit numerous temple guards to join him on the expedition. To the unenlightened, the fact that the guards were spread out within the caravan didn't seem to make sense, but those who knew better realized just why it was that Armenius Tenge chose to keep them at a distance, relying instead on his twelve personal guardians. The bear had made certain that the in-the-know travelers were kept to a minimum-- one, to be specific. Despite her capabilities both in the ways of prayer and in leadership, Majh Blackpaw was given leave to join the expedition only because she knew things about the bear that would be... compromising. He did just enough to ensure the hyena's obedience without letting her feel as though she got the upperpaw... little did he know however that she was always able to accomplish much more than the wiggle-room he provided. Biding her time, the hyena reclined in the posh wagon reserved for the clergy. It was lamentable that it was so close to the other coaches... specifically one where quite a discussion was taking place. Two travelers bantered back and forth about the quality of service they were expecting out of the journey. They were meticulously picking apart every last aspect of the expedition right down to the collar-types chosen for the slaves. Majh was, of course, completely disinterested in the casual yammering, perking her ears only when they began critiquing the caravan's guide, a young Wild Lander ferret barely of age. They found numerous reasons to pick him apart, everything ranging from the most obvious "he's a heathen and a non-believer" or "he's barely old enough to drink", to the more outlandish "Did you see that hammer he has? It's bigger than HE is!". While the comment seemed ridiculous at the time, Majh later found out that there was no over exaggeration involved... it really WAS a gigantic hammer. The yammering continued for some time until it was interrupted by a voice speaking with a level of authority that allowed no argument, "Your comments are counter-productive to our objectives here." the speaker informed them, "Lord Loric Kriabnish requests your cooperation in maintaining order." it was a simple enough comment. "What's the meaning of this?" the first voice objected, "You have no right to open our carriage and start making demands of-" the goddess-blessed silence that resulted from what sounded like a well-placed sword blow was the answer to Majh's prayers. "Lord Loric Kriabnish requests your cooperation in maintaining order." the commanding voice repeated. "Y-yes... of course." a shaky voice agreed. Majh smiled to herself and jotted down the name for future reference-- she made it a point to thank those who improved the quality of her life. She wore a smile up until a polite knock at the coach's door required her to wipe it clean from her muzzle. "What is it?" she demanded. "I have the pet fox you requested." one of her men answered. "Good." Majh acknowledged, and calmly kicked the door open, "Please show him in." Two guards hoisted a slender, feminine form of pure-white fur into the wagon and unceremoniously deposited said ball of fluff at Majh's feet. "Tolen Lerum, I presume? Thank you for accepting my invitation." she offered casually. "Oh..." the fox acknowledged shakily as he got to his knees and slid into the seat across from her, "Would you mind letting me know what this is about please, sir?" he asked quietly. The guards standing outside the coach chuckled quietly to themselves. Majh reached out across the distance between herself and the fox and gently cupped her paw against the side of his slim, finely featured muzzle, "I heard that you were interested in helping the pilgrims heading for Zion." she patted his face gingerly. The fox recoiled slightly, "Um... I did want to, sir... but the High Priest said I wouldn't be needed since I'm not a native of Shra--" "Well, I've granted your wish." Majh spoke up, interrupting the fox and the two guardsmen outside her wagon who had started chuckling again. "You... did?" he asked, ears turning a little red, "truly?" "Yes." Majh smiled benevolently, "Truly." "Oh, thank you sir! Thank you!" and the white fox actually lunged across the seat to wrap his arms around Majh, his slim form embracing her, "I ask for nothing but the chance to--" "My name is Majh Blackpaw... PriestESS of Shrad." Majh added, a deep grin spreading across her muzzle when she felt the fox tense up. He slowly withdrew, ears drooping. "Oh... it's alright, Tolen..." she reached out and patted him on the head, "I'm sure you know what it's like having someone make a mistake like that." and she cackled as only a hyena could when she saw him blush through his fur. "Thank you, priestess." the fox mumbled quietly. "Guardsman Sten." Majh called to one of the guards standing outside her carriage. "Yes, Priestess?" the otter responded immediately. "Take our good friend here to Shadow's wagon and see to it that he is comfortable." she directed. "Comfortable... or 'comfortable', Priestess?" the otter grinned sadistically. "He is our GUEST, Sten... I want him treated better than you would Doyren." she ordered. "That's not saying much." the otter admitted. "Be NICE to him." she modified her directive. "Of course." the otter bowed, and motioned for Tolen to follow, apparently understanding that dragging the fox around wouldn't fulfill the hyena's order of 'being nice'. There were a number of reasons why she chose Shadow's wagon, not the least of which being the fact that Shadow Darkfang was a loyal guardian of the temple. She knew that the wolf would keep an eye on the meek fox and see to it that he didn't get into any trouble. Majh knew that any number of travelers would happily take advantage of the Banniharian born healer, but Shadow had just enough good in him to protect the white-furred, feminine fox. It would be a good arrangement for the both of them. Glancing out her window she was dismayed to see that the caravan was still not prepared to leave. "Now if only all problems were so easily remedied." she mumbled to herself. She stared toward the lead wagons where a good sized number of wagon masters were gathered with the High Priest. Attending them was one of Shrad's bounty hunters, a rottweiler by the name of Gaerid. Majh had, in the past, had a few runs in with him and he was one of the few individuals she'd ever met who actually gave her any pause... he did, in fact, leave her feeling uneasy. She had no doubt that Armenius Tenge knew it, and it was the reason why the dog had been invited. Rather than approach the group she sent one of her men to inquire as to the delay. When he returned he told her of the council being held. A number of ideas were presented to the High Priest as final preparations were coming to a close. The bear was listening to all of the suggestions before making a decision as to how the caravan would be seen off. Some travelers were suggesting appropriating additional supplies while others advised loading in more weapons and armor. A few timid souls advised praying for Tah'aveen's good graces, while others thought the best use of time would be to send the guardsmen and laborers out for one last really good chance to carouse. Other ideas were presented as well, but Majh realized that she would need to present her own, Gaerid or no Gaerid. Without further delay she got out of the coach and made her way to the council-- she was not about to wait all day for him to make up his mind when she could do it faster for him. \* \* \* \* \* \* Welcome to Zion: Light of the New Moon, and the very first posting of the story. This is the pre-chapter, a time where readers have the opportunity to see exactly how this story will work and how they can provide input and direction. Chapter 0 will be comprised of 2 parts: 0.0 and 0.1 Standard chapters will usually include 3 parts but since this is more a tutorial than anything else, we are beginning light. Since this is not a "real" chapter, per se, no groups will be charged a Luck point, but keep in mind that future chapters can and will cost a Luck for each group. The current breakdown of Group Favor and Luck are as follows: Bannihar has 5 Luck and 18 Favor. Doen has 5 Luck and 21 Favor. Myre has 5 Luck and 16 Favor. Myrh has 5 Luck and 24 Favor. Shrad has 5 Luck and 21 Favor. All readers now have the opportunity to vote for their favorite group. While I would normally assume that all contributing readers will probably choose to back their own group, this need not be the case-- and I won't count default votes; if you want your vote to count then you'll have to post it here! All readers now also have the chance to place different Event Arcs down into the storyline for the various 5 groups. You may vote for which group gets what Event Arc but, if you are a contributing reader you may NOT place a vote for a group in which you have a character; you may only vote for other groups. (Note: not all Event Arcs will be used) 1) It Favors the Prepared There are enough dangers in the Wild Lands to be concerned about without worrying that it'll have to be done without sufficient provisions. The caravan workers will take the extra time to gather and stow additional food, water, and other such necessities. Complexity: 0 Success: +1 (or more) Luck Failure: nil Story Seeds: + Wild, + Serpent Modifier: Contributing Readers from this group will have the opportunity to collect comments from non-contributing readers. The more people they get to comment on the next post the greater benefit to the party. 2) A Final Goodbye Though each person has his or her own way of parting from their loved ones (or at least their homes), it's always helpful to have enough time to complete their rituals of parting. The caravan leaders provide everyone a little more time to get one more hug, shed one more tear, or at least buy one more drink. Complexity: 0 Success: +1 Willpower for each character in the party Failure: nil Story Seeds: + New Moon, + (seed based on city) Modifier: Bannihar Story Seed is Wild, Doen Story Seed is Dawn, Myre Story Seed is Mist, Myrh Story Seed is New Moon, Shrad's Story Seed is Serpent 3) By Her Grace All of the faithful know that nothing is complete without a blessing from Tah'aveen. This caravan leaders decide that it would be best to hold a large prayer, asking the Moon Goddess for her favor in the coming journey. Complexity: 0 Success: +1 Favor (or more) for the group Failure: Nil Story Seeds: -+ New Moon, + Dawn Modifier: all characters with a combined Religion + Faith (by town) exceeding 15 will make a roll (Religion + Faith + 2 10 sided dice) with a target number of 25. If they are successful they add another +1 to Favor. If they roll 2 0s then the group loses 1 Favor instead 4) Looking Before You Leap Whether the matter of merely collecting as much information as possible, or actively sitting down and going over a map, the caravan leaders decide to put the guides to use and think about the best way to proceed on the path to Zion. Complexity: 0 Success: First Consideration on the next Event Arc Failure: Nil Story Seeds: + Earth, - New Moon Modifier: Reader Challenge for the contributing readers of the party, to be declared upon the assignment of this story arc. Success results in having the benefit of success over the next two Event Arcs instead of just one. 5) Sharp, Strong, Shiney, and other S.Words While many members of each caravan team have specific items of power or magical weapons, not everyone does. The leaders of the expeditions realize that there are some very capable people who need a little "something extra" and they plan on remedying this. Complexity: 0 Success: Equipment Failure: Nil Story Seeds: + Earth, + Serpent Modifier: every character that does not currently have a powerful weapon, piece of armor, Divine Shield, or magical item of some sort gains one. For those of you who are already equipped, sorry... maybe you should have voted for a different Event Arc. ;) 6) Blinding Light The Cultists of the Sun have been busy and, despite the pressing need to depart, the caravan cannot mindfully leave town when a sudden and blatant show of heretical power forces them to first find and combat this new menace before leaving the city. Complexity: 1 Success: Willpower, Favor Failure: Luck Story Seeds: ++ Sun Modifier: Unlike the other Event Arcs, this one will have a 3rd post. So now's your chance to vote for what Story Arc should go to which group and make sure you vote for your favorite group this post. if you're not a contributing reader you have even more power-- make use of it! Votes must be posted before midnight (PST) on Friday, May 20th. Although voting is not yet complete, the votes as they stand indicate the following: Bannihar: Story Arc 6 Doen: Story Arc 2 Myre: Story Arc 3 Myrh: Story Arc 1 Shrad: Story Arc 4

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Title: Dr. Dick and the Porno Ray Ch. 03 Tags: transformation, teacher, science, pornography, personality change, mind control, make over, bimbofication, orgy "And no one has seen the Judge since then?" Night Templar asked the head Bailiff. "No ma'am. Nothing. The guards don't remember her leaving, the tapes were erased, and she didn't badge out. She has dropped off the earth and we have nothing." The man said with an obviously frustrated frown. Night Templar put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll find her." The man looked at the six foot black haired Amazon and nodded. Night Templar was Bay City's leading heroine. Actually the only one as well but then again most would agree that she was more than enough for the city. She stood nearly six and a half feet tall, had midnight black hair and cut an amazing figure. Well, what you could see of it under the black cape and the chainmail armor. And the great helmet. As her name suggested she was a knight of old come back to do justice in the old ways. She was tough, and had been in trouble for being more than hard on criminals especially violent ones and rapists. Night Templar had a very good lead that had been easy to get. A simple records check had revealed that the judge, the DA, the reporter, and a police officer had all applied for and received a legal name change. They had also hired an agent to manage their affairs, and interestingly enough all of them had the same agent. The man who they had all been involved with putting away. A Doctor Richard Sams. A Doctor who on appeal had had his case thrown out with prejudice. Night Templar shook her head. While she despised men who raped and abused women, in this case justice had not been served. The police, DA, and press had definitely overstepped themselves and had in fact ruined a man whose only failing had been having a bit of porn on his computer. Justice must be blind, and in this case it had been stepped on. And it now appeared that someone was looking to get some justice of their own. Night Templar slipped out the window and glided to another rooftop. She headed towards the warehouse district and the address of record for the doctor. It was no coincidence that all of these people had changed names (and what names they had picked!) and hired this same man as their agent. But as of this moment it was all legal. But she could ask questions, she was THE defender of this city after all. SAME TIME AT A BALCONY OF A PRIVATE CLUB Susan and her boyfriend tried hard not to gap at the view of the city. They had won a random contest for a dinner for two at the Moonlight View. This was THE new club in the city, located on the top of the largest skyscraper. It had several private dining areas and this one was overlooking the bay and was regarded as the best view in the city. "Wow. I have heard about this place, but the hype is definitely correct." Stan, her boyfriend said as he looked out again at the bay shining in the moonlight. "Yeah. I can't figure out how they would be giving these seats away at random to whip up interest. This place already has the reputation." Susan said. "I know. It's also kinda weird that you know all these people." Stan said as he glanced around. Susan did the same. What are the odds she had thought earlier that evening as they sat down. There were a total of 12 couples seated in this small private area. Not only was it not to capacity, but she knew someone in each couple. A couple of years back, when she was still in college, she had been on jury duty with eleven others. 5 men and 6 other women and her. And tonight, every one of them was there with their spouse, boy or girl friend, or date. Susan could tell that several of the people she had duty with were thinking the same thing. There was an uneasy air to the room despite the view and the outstanding food. Just as the last course was cleared away a voice sounded from the doorway. "Hello everyone! I hope you have enjoyed your meal and the fine view. Thank you for joining me on this occasion." Everyone's head turned and Susan heard some gasps and then gasped herself. The man who was striding towards the front of the room was the man she and her jurors had found guilty of white slavery, prostitution, and rape! "Yes, I can see those of you on the jury recognize me. Allow me to explain. First, I'm Dr. Richard Sams. I was found guilty by 12 people here tonight on multiple charges ranging from rape to white slavery to prostitution. Second, that verdict was overturned on appeal and I'm a free man with a completely clean record as of 3 months ago. Third, I'm not going to hurt any of you or do anything violent. Your food isn't poisoned, no hit men are waiting outside the door, nothing like that." The man said as he pulled out a device that looked like a remote control. The man motioned to another man who came forward to a corner of the room and set up a camcorder on a tripod. The doctor walked over and looked through the screen and nodded and then plugged the device in as he ignored several voices questioning him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please a moment and I will explain everything. Yes, I am here for some revenge, but nothing violent. I merely taking a picture of you confronting the innocent man you ruined." The doctor said as he stepped back behind the camera. Susan was very nervous now. She tapped her foot against her boyfriends and looked towards the door. Stan nodded and mouthed silently "when he turns around". Susan nodded and looked towards the camera. She saw the doctor smile and then touch the camera. "Oh, and one other thing. My revenge pictures are going to be all of you making a massive orgy porn." WACHOW! WACHOW! WACHOW! The camera shot out a wide-angled beam that covered the entire room and the twelve couples. All 24 people jerked three times and the doctor grinned. Looking at the camera were now 24 hot bodies. 12 stupid hunks who were now all dressed in pimp suits, goatees, and tats. 12 various bimbos now giggled at the hunks. They were a fine mix: several bimbo blondes, a couple of brunettes, a redhead, 2 blacks, 1 Asian, 2 Hispanics, and a couple of hot mixed breeds. All now had at least 36 DD tits, hourglass figures, long hair, tramp stamps, perfect nails and slutty makeup and were all dressed in skin tight micro tube dresses of various metallic shades of black, blue, red, pink, yellow, gold, and silver. Doctor Dick laughed out loud and the whole started laughing too with everyone looking around stupidly. "OK, everyone. Here is the deal. We're shooting a try out for new porn stars. Everyone pair off and fuck your partner, make it good as my cameramen move around. Once you have fucked to orgasm, then start swapping partners. Two on one, either sex, woman on woman, anal, doggie style, anything your stupid porn star brains can think of do it. Okay then? ACTION!" Suzie giggle at she looked at Stud. "Hey Stud, stand up and let me suck your cock first. Then fuck me on the table unprotected. Then let's pair off with those two blondes over there." She pointed at a bimbo being bent over a chair by a hulking blonde haired Nordic biker look alike and Stud grunted in agreement. "Uh, good tongue bitch. Lick Stud, suck Stud's balls." Stud grunted out and Suzie giggled and got to it. She grinned at the camera jammed in her face and slurped Stud's huge cock down in an amazing show of deep throat ability. Stud grunted several times and then gave a big grunt and blew down her throat. Without skipping a beat he pulled her off his cock and tossed her on the table. He dumped the dishes on the floor and proceeded to fuck Suzie's very tiny brains out while she screamed and thrashed. She came after about 5 minutes and she grinned as Stud high fived the hulking brute at the next table and went to work on another blonde while the other guy jerked Suzie to her feet and spun her around. He shoved her down onto the table and shoved his large cock right up her ass while she screamed in pleasure. Dr. Dick smiled as he watched the jury fuck themselves senseless. He had multiple cameras roaming around and filming away. He could tell his room effect beam was a complete success. Everyone on the receiving end had been instantly turned into a meathead or a bimbo. And even better his transformation ray had done quite the number on them. No one looked like they had before being hit. The jury foreman, a 40ish woman who had been a junior VP for a large accounting firm and stood nearly 6 feet tall was now a 5 foot 3 inch Chinese whore with a big dragon tattoo wrapping around her waist, long black hair hanging to her ankles and a heavy accent. The man who had been the recorder had gone from being a smallish man with glasses to a big hulking biker complete with tats and a thick greasy beard and his wife had been turned into a hot blonde biker slut with a fake rack, tats and piercings. Another professional woman, a teacher at the local charter high school, had become a sassy black streetwalking ho who was cursing out her boyfriend, a formerly white teacher at the same school who was now a big black hulking pimp who fucked her on the table and slapped her around when she spoke. Another man who had continually given him sour looks during the trial had been turned from a regular looking white guy into a street-wise vato Hispanic gang banger with a goatee and face tats. His date, a Asian woman who looked to be in her 30's and also a professional white collar worker, was now a white busty blonde bimbo with a Valley Girl accent with at least a 36EE rack and rocking a 6 inch pair of clear plastic heels as she stood spread legged in the middle of the room while the ganger ate her pussy out and she gyrated in the center to some song in her head. "Ah, very good. Very good indeed. I hope you are able to identify who was who in all of this so we can keep the paperwork in order?" "Yes sir. I have it down. No worries. They sign, and then you have the largest porn stable in Bay City, and even the whole state other than Center City." Murray said as he checked the paperwork. Dr. Dick nodded. "Well, get to it. We have more than enough film to make at least 4 pornos out of this." Murray nodded and the Doctor walked out humming to himself. Murray let the nearest couple finish off and then started the paperwork. As he was the rep for "The Owner" of the studio, he had no trouble getting the meatheads and bimbos to sign their name changes, power of attorneys, and contracts. He had a bit of trouble getting the pairs back together as some new couples had emerged, but finally had the 24 newly created porn stars signed up, dressed and strutting down to limos to take them to their new lives. Murray of course did have a bit of enjoyment with the last couple. While the stupid grunt watched and beat off Murray had a turn with Suzie who proved to be the horniest of the lot. Murray fucked her on the table, and then doggie style and then up the ass while she cheered and laughed and giggled. Murray finished her off and had the couple led downstairs. As he was policing up the papers he got a text from one of the online specialists. It said he had something Murray needed to see right away. LATER AT THE STUDIO Murray made his way into the office section past the live camera area where Ruby, Cinnamon, and Sapphire were doing live shows. Tanya was giving blow jobs to anyone who wanted them outside the studio where her husband was making another movie with a new hire, but Murray was already sated for the evening. He walked in and nodded to the young man looking at a screen. "So what's up?" "Check this out. I have been scanning the amateur cams for new talent just like the boss wanted and I found this." The man said as he hit play. Murray watched and saw a couple of hot blondes, nearly twins but obviously sisters making out with each other and then bringing a guy on screen and having a three way. He was about to ask what was the point when he did a double take. "Hold on, those two. Those are the two women we zapped when we turned the DA and her hubby." Murray said. "Yeah, I thought they looked familiar so I check around with the facial recognition program and matched them to that porn in the restaurant. It's them." Murray was now concentrating hard. "We turned them back to normal. I did it myself. They should have no memory of what happened and should be normal. Did someone use the ray on them again?" The techie shook his head. "Nope, the doc keeps it all under tight control. But that's not all. Check this out." He rolled a couple of other clips. Murray's face drained some of its color as he recognized the security guard from the newspaper building, and Kimy the legal clerk for Ruby who had both been changed back into normal women. Murray reached to stop the Kimy tape, but the techie stopped him. "Hold on, the last part is what you really need to see." Kimy was playing with a large dildo and as she came she let out a long breath and just as the clip ended Murray saw what appeared to be the beginning of a WACHOW! He couldn't tell, but he had seen enough of the ray used to recognize what he saw. "These women are turning into sluts, and then turning back. Without the ray." Murray said deadpan. "Yeah, it looks that way." The techie said with a neutral face, obviously waiting for guidance. Murray thought for a second. "Okay, I'm going to tell the Doc. You do a scan on the whole net for everyone, man or woman, that we used this ray on who wasn't supposed to be permanently transformed. Check police records too, some of these folks may have been arrested for prostitution or rape. Find out the status of EVERYONE we have used the ray on, and then let me know." The techie nodded. Murray headed out of the room and waved the slut Tanya aside again. "This could be VERY bad." He thought as he moved to the stairs as fast as he could. He reached his boss's office and then knocked. He didn't wait for a response and quickly entered his boss's office on the second floor. He opened his mouth and then stopped as he realized that his boss was not alone. Dr. Dick had Cinnamon bent over his desk and was fucking her from behind while she grunted and moaned. She winked at Murray and blew a kiss at a camera on a tripod that was recording the event. Murray gave his boss the sign that he had important business to talk so as to not disturb possible filming. Part of the porn effect was that while the transformed porno queens would fuck like rabbits whenever commanded, they really got wild and horny when they were on camera, or thought so anyway. So everyone's office had a camera in it that could be turned on so all the employees could enjoy the sex to the fullest. Definitely a perk if you were working for "Dick Films" as the Studio was known. After a few more grunts the Doctor came in Cinnamon's unprotected pussy and she squealed in delight and orgasmed as well. The Doctor touched a button and the camera light turned off. "Ah Cinnamon, thank you. I must say that tucking you is ALWAYS enjoyable. Now be a good porn queen and go get cleaned up. You have an auto-graph session at "Lacey's Sex Shop" in an hour." "You got it Doc!" The former cop giggled once more and strutted out like the horny slut she now was. "Doctor, I need to report something to you. Joey down in tech support, the guy who monitors the nets for possible new talent and helps me research? He found something that is a potential problem. He found three new sluts on the private cams circuit. Their hot, but that isn't the problem. They are women who we turned into temp sluts and seem to have, at least sometimes, changed back into the porn bitches the porno ray turned them into." Murray got out in a rush. Doctor Sams stopped wiping himself clean and looked straight at Murray. "You are certain?" "I saw the videos myself. The two bitches we turned into Kitty and Pussy for the DA husband, and Kimy, the legal clerk. We did facial recognition and they are a perfect match. I also saw what appeared to be a reversion transformation start on Kimy just as the clip ended. I'm having Joey do a search for everyone we have zapped with that ray who we turned back normal and I'll bring you an update once we have it." Murray told is boss. Dr Dick looked a bit shocked, which was equal to someone normal having a panic attack. After a few moments, he sighed, finished wiping himself off with a muttered "I should have had Cinnamon lick me clean." and then sat down. After thinking for a few moments he nodded and looked at Murray. "This is unexpected. But not necessarily disastrous. We can still finish what I need to do with minimal problems. Instead of using regular people nearby we have to use our own internal stable of actors which will be easy enough. But we need to be sure we only get those I'm after. I want revenge, I'm not out to transform the whole city into bimbo sluts and meat-headed thugs. Confirm what you saw and make sure it's really happening as it appears. I'm going to check my invention. Well, after we grab the next to last target." Dr. Sams said with a small smile. "We are still going after her? Now?" Murray said in surprise. "Oh yes. This is our best opportunity and it's also a near certainty that she will be alone. So even better if this issue does actually exist." Murray looked unsure, but he reminded himself the doc had nearly never been wrong before. And he was right; this was definitely the best way to insure that no one else got zapped by mistake. "Okay doc. I'll have the limo pull around back and meet you as planned then." Murray said and closed the door. A few moments later a large black limo pulled around back and the good doctor walked out and got in with two hulking brutes. None of them noticed the shadowy figure watching from across the road on the top of another warehouse. As the car drove away, none of them noticed the figure as it seemed to glide along behind them in the gathering gloom. AN HOUR LATER IN A SMALL CABIN OUTSIDE BAY CITY Professor Barbara Smalls yawned as she leaned back in her chair. Her notebook dropped to the floor and she stretched her arms above her head looking at the small fireplace. Professor Smalls, the Dean of the Bay City University, was at complete ease in her private cabin up on Clearstream Lake. She often went here after a long week and sometimes had some students or friends out as well. She was relaxing as she waited for several senior Women's Studies majors to join her. They were applying to graduate school and she was going to help them work on their resumes, interviewing skills, and provide some letters of recommendation and some phone calls to friends to help out. She was wearing an old set of sweats and was sipping on a nice bottle of wine. She was pouring another glass when the door knocker was knocked. "Be right there!" Barbara called out and walked over to the door. She opened without checking the peephole. "Come on girls, I'm..." Barbara trailed off as a small gun was pushed into her stomach. The man nodded his head back into the room and pushed with the barrel. Barbara blinked and then slowly backed in. The man pushed her back onto her chair as she noticed three other men come in. Two of the men were big hulking brutes with goatees, shaved heads, tats, and muscles that didn't stop. They stood on either side of the fireplace. She noticed that they were pretty handsome in a rough thug way. "Ah, still the hypocrite I see." Barbara's head whipped back to the third man who had stayed by the door. He closed and locked it and turned around and her eyes grew wide. "Yes, it's me Doctor Sams. The man you and your precious women's studies group lied about and then withheld evidence on, and then even when I was cleared you made sure that my reputation was in such tatters that I couldn't get hired as a high school chemistry teacher." Barbara shook her head angrily and started to stand up and was shoved back with some force by the gun barrel. "Oh please spare me your tripe. You and I both know what I just said is completely true. A couple of things and then if you want me to leave I'll go. Fair enough? Silence is consent so I'll take that as a yes. First item is an answer. Why did you do all of this to me? I was a physicist, not even in your precious Women's Studies program, no threat at all to it. In fact, I recall that at least 10% of the donation money my work earned for the University ended up in your loser program. So why?" Doctor Sams asked. Barbara stared at him defiantly for a few seconds until the man with the gun pushed it directly against her head and cocked the hammer back. She looked in his eyes and saw nothing but boredom. She swallowed and looked back at Doctor Sams. "You will honestly leave if I answer this?" she asked. The Doctor nodded. "Yes, well I will if you want me to after the second item. I won't have you killed in cold blood and after tonight if you want me gone I promise you that you will never see me again." "I did it as a training experience for my three protégés. In this world run by the patriarchy, we have to be guerrilla fighters. We women need to be merciless, and be able to bring down anyone. You were a perfect choice really. No record of any issues, liked by everyone, nothing to even indicate that you would even have a porn clip on your laptop. Even allowing money to fund our programs. But I had to make sure these women were capable of being cold hearted bitches when the time came to strike at anyone. So when all of this started, and I quickly saw how you were being railroaded I decided it would be the perfect training aide. So I had the three sorority sisters lie and help me ruin you so badly you could never ever teach anything again. It wasn't personal, it was just, well it was an opportunity and I took it." Barbara said with a straight face. "You're not even the slightest bit sorry are you?" "No. Honestly, I'm not one bit sorry. I have three outstanding girls who will be great Social Justice Warriors one day and this event helped forge them tougher than anything else I could have ever done. Everything for the cause." Barbara said with a hint of defiance. To her surprise Doctor Sams nodded. "I understand that mentality. If I was not the victim here I would be both impressed by your honesty and by your drive. Not too many people are capable of what you did." He motioned to the man with the gun and the man backed up and lowered the gun. Barbara glanced at the end table and her cell phone. "Oh don't bother. You have no signal thanks to some jammers and your land line is cut. But as I said earlier, I'm not going to kill you and I'll leave if you want me too AFTER the other thing." Doctor Sams said as he pulled out a TV remote. "You made only one real mistake. You picked me. I was on the verge of a breakthrough that has simply turned reality on its head. You're an idiot Women's Studies Doctor, not a real doctor, so I won't even waste my breath in trying to explain anything, I'm just going to do it and then you can see." Doctor Sams said as he held out his device. Barbara was staring right at the device when the doctor hit a button and a green beam shot out. WACHOW! WACHOW! WACHOW! Barbara leaned back in her chair and tried to focus. She had been talking about how she had ruined Dr. Sams she remembered and then shrugged. What was done was done. "So Barbara, I understand that being an academic has become boring and you want to try your hand at being a porn star?" Doctor Sams said with a slight grin. "Of course. After ruining you I have discovered that the academic life is rather boring. What better way to reach men that through their other head?" The doctor nodded. "I certainly see your point of view. Which actually brings me to the other point of my visit as you see I am also in a new line of work." The doctor handed her a business card and she glanced at it and then nearly jumped out of her chair. "DICK STUDIOS! You own DICK STUDIOS?" Doctor Sams looked slightly surprised and replied. "Certainly, owner, agent, and talent scout all in one. I take it you have heard of it?" "Anyone who has any desire to break into porn has heard of it!" the now excited Dean said. "It would appear that my efforts to ruin you have instead created greatness!" The Doctor chuckled. "Well, flattery from you after all you did to me. I take it you want to come and work for me? After what you did? Tell me, have you even taken a nude selfie or done some solo camera time?" Barbara's grin froze and she felt her stomach churn. He was right! She had no nude pics of herself, she hadn't done any camerawork or live feeds, and worse of all, she had ruined him once before. Her face fell as he laughed at her obvious discomfort. "Look in that mirror Barbara. Look at yourself in that mirror and tell me what you see." One of those hot hunky thug guys had set up a large mirror on the couch and Barbara looked over and when she looked in the mirror she nearly started crying. "I look like an old school teacher." She said in a slow voice. "I have no figure worth mentioning, no tats, and no hair. I have nothing. And after what I did to you, there is no way you would let me work for you." she sobbed. "Well, actually there might be a way. I told you I would leave if you wanted me to and this is your chance to get rid of me once and for all. But if you let me stay, I can help you become one of the hottest porn queens on the planet. Decide now, I have no time for people who don't know their own minds." Doctor Sams said sternly. The Dean of the Bay City college didn't even blink. "STAY! Please, I'll do anything! I need to become a porn star, PLEASE!!" Doctor Dick chuckled evilly. "I so enjoy hearing you beg Barbara. It fits a bitch like you. Very well, I'll help you." He held up his remote and aimed it at her. A weird, soft pink light came out and touched her chest. Barbara gasped as a warm sensation swept over her body. She relaxed a bit and eased down into her chair looking at the mirror. "Now then let's start with something simple. Hair. You have this annoying plain black hair with some grey in it. No good at all. But I have a bunch of blondes, and enough redheads. What I needed is a slight mix. A darker reddish brown." The doctor said and touched something on the device. Barbara blinked and then smiled as her hair straightened out and grew longer falling about halfway down her back in thick waves. It lightened from black to a dark brown, and then took on a tint of reddish hue. She touched it and it felt like soft silk. No tangles, no splits, just nice thick lovely hair. "Now, eyes, a light hazel. There. And your skin needs to be that of a 23 year old." The Doctor continued as he touched various buttons and Barbara watched and felt the changes. She was smiling deeply as the doctor continued. "Now then, puffed lips. Yes. I need a nice tall leggy bitch, so let's get you up to 6ft even. Nice long legs, toned. Tight ass, as just like that." Barbara slowly writhed on the couch as she felt her body contort. She saw her legs stretch out of her sweatpants, she felt her skin tighten, and felt her ass shape into a lovely heart shape bubble butt. "Light tan, a closely shaven pussy with just a hint of hair. Nice and tight, very sensitive, just cross your legs should turn you on." Barbara gasped as she moved her legs and the rubbing cause her to get hot. She slowly scissored her legs and felt herself get excited. "And of course, your tits. We don't ever call them breasts, they are tits or ta-ta's. I think a nice 38 DD for you. And they will look and feel natural, no sagging or any issues. Perfect. And lastly, this nice little rose tat, just enough trash to make you look sexy." The doctor said. Barbara was now stretching her fabulous bod and was very hot. She slowly pulled off her sweatshirt and t shirt, and then her pants and posed nude in front of the mirror. "God! I am so FUCKING HOT!" she exclaimed. The doctor chuckled. "Well, I do think I have done quite the job don't you? I think you need to show me your stuff." Without even batting an eye she spun around strutted up to the doctor and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him long and shoved her tongue in. After a few moments, she slid down to her knees and undid the doc's pants. She was soon licking with much energy. "Oh no my dear. No, no. You obviously have very little skill in this. Have you ever given head before?" the doctor said pushing her back on her ass. She lowered her eyes. "No, never. I have only had sex a few times. Usually I just play with myself." "Oh that won't do. You need some mental modifications as well. Let me ask you clearly. Do you want to be adjusted so you are mentally and intellectually a perfect porn star?" "Yes! Please YES!" Barbara squealed out even before the doctor had finished. With a large smile the doctor pulled out some papers. "Then sign." Barbara looked at them out of habit. The first was a name change form. She would be known as Barbie Dim from now on. She shrugged and signed. The second was a full contract hiring the doctor as her agent with full control over her career. She signed again with no hesitation. The third was a document resigning from the University and a letter explaining everything she had done to ruin the doctor. She paused for a minute but when she looked at the doctor he frowned and pointed to the mirror. One look at herself and she signed both. The last one was a request to undergo an "experimental procedure" that would reduce her IQ significantly and a power of attorney that gave control of her life to the doctor in the event of success. She paused again and the doctor spoke. "You want to be the best porn star? Porn stars, the really great ones, are bimbos. Empty headed, vapid, dull eyed idiots who only know about sex, clothes, and makeup. They don't just live for sex, they EXIST for sex. Thoughts just get in the way. Sign or back to the University you go." Doctor Sams said. Barbara thought for a few seconds. She thought about her career, her desires to mold women into leaders and thinkers, her drive to become the Dean, and her burning desire to crush the patriarchy. And then blinked, and realized that none of that was as important as becoming a hot porn star. Without another wasted moment, she signed. "Very good. One last thing, call me Doctor Dick from now on." With that, Dr. Dick touched one last button and the pink ray focused on Barbara's forehead. For a split second her life flashed in front of her, and then it all seemed to melt into nothing. Barbie's eyes dulled and became empty, her face took on a vapid smile, and she giggled for no reason. Her last thought of any coherence was "I'm FINALLY a HOT bitch!" Dr. Dick grinned as the bimbo looked at him and crawled over with her ass swaying in sexy back and forth. She slithered up his legs and took his cock into her mouth and simply slid it the whole way down her throat. She deep throated him for a few minutes until he blew his load and she didn't spill a single drop. Dr. Dick stepped back and motioned to the two studs. They both walked over and one took her from behind and the other shoved his cock into her mouth. While she was being split like a roast, Dr. Dick sat down and smiled. "Very good Barbie. You will do very well in the porn business." Barbie proceeded to show how much she had learned and how enthusiastic she was in her new career. After being split fucked, she proceeded to do both hunks reverse cowgirl on the floor, then both bent over her couch, then one pinning her against the wall, and the other right in her ass. She was really good and brought the grunting studs to orgasm quickly. Dr. Dick noticed and made some notes. "It appears that a slow transformation causes deeper changes and an increased level of skill than a rapid total change over. I believe this has and additional effect of making the changes much more permanent and harder to reverse. I'll have to test this idea at a later time as I will never change Barbie Dim back." He wrote on his notepad. Just as he finished and Barbie was bringing the ass fucker to orgasm, there was a knock on the door. Dr. Dick looked up with some alarm. A muffled voice came through the door. "Dean Smalls? It's us. Samantha, Joyce, and Rebecca." Dr. Dick barely kept from laughing in glee. "Oh, what luck. It does appear that my revenge is completed tonight."

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Ruth wasn’t certain whether she should be excited or mortified at her partner leaving her a post-it warning them of a “super special surprise” once she got home later that day, but if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that it was going to be lewd by nature. Bethany had spent the last two months making obvious passes at her, and while Ruth had been perfectly happy to return them, up to a certain point, the sheer enthusiasm displayed by the other feline was often enough to leave her feeling utterly exhausted. Wanted and loved, but still exhausted. Thus, being told that something new was coming her way left her feeling uneasy, if not the tiniest bit excited about what it might be. As much as she might have liked to speculate about the nature of this “surprise”, it was more than certain that it was going to be a toy of some kind; the only real question was what kind of toy it ended up being, because Ruth was convinced her roomie would never be satisfied by something as simple as a synthetic member for the two of them to share… perhaps a gag of some kind? Play into their fantasies a bit? Whatever the case, that being her day off didn’t help; even with a list full of chores and plenty of things to do out of the house, the cat was still left wondering what was going to happen later in the day, running countless of possible futures through her head and discarding them nearly as quickly as she came up with them. It was difficult to get a good bead on Beth’s behaviour, even more so after she received confirmation that her roomie was willing to play into her hand the slightest bit; for all Ruth knew, their place was going to be filled with plastic dildos on literally every surface once she was back from buying groceries. Such a spectacle of debauchery didn’t come to pass, however, but in its stead the feline was given something simultaneously far worse and so much better. She knew something was wrong the moment she opened the door and saw Bethany sitting on the couch, looking at her with the widest smile on her face, tail swinging by her side and a mysterious package next to her. It was a perfectly genuine smile, hence why it was so terrifying; the last time Ruth saw those sparkling whites showing off so much, they ended up giving one another cramps and had to skip work for three days until they could walk straight again. Nonetheless, she smiled back and tried to remain as cordial as possible, placing her bags on the kitchen counter and taking her place on the couch besides Beth, keeping the mysterious surprise between the two. Neither of them said anything for the longest time, a game they played where one tried to outlast the other and someone inevitably broke first; usually it was Ruth, who couldn’t contain her own awkwardness, but it appeared that the same boundless energy that gave Beth her endless drive and bottomless libido was simply too much for the cat to bear, leading to her practically explode with a loud squeal when she turned to rummage in her bag, producing two… collars. They were entirely unremarkable, if incredibly stiff-looking, leaving Ruth to wonder what was so special about them; they didn’t even have any identifying markings on them to make sure anyone knew who they belonged to, and the closest they got to a matching characteristic was being the same colour. Beth clearly expected her roommate-cum-lover to be a lot more excited about her purchase, given she looked mighty disappointed to have gotten nothing but a blank stare. “Don’t you know what these are?” she demanded of Ruth, shoving one of the things onto the feline’s hands. “Should I?” “Oh my god” - the words were spoken without any inflection, and in a single motion Beth turned the item around on her partner’s hands to reveal a semi-familiar company logo - “these are the things I was talking to you about last month! You remember, right?” In truth, Ruth wanted to remember, but Beth had a tendency to run her mouth on such a wide array of subjects that it was easy to just tune out most of it. Her guilty look was all that was needed for the other cat to huff in response, getting off the couch and telling Ruth to hold where she was. Bethany walked briskly towards the kitchen, opened the fridge and retrieved a single bottle of water, before returning to her former seated position. Without a word, she put her collar on around her neck, silently urging her roomie to do the same. To Ruth’s surprise, it was immensely comfortable, despite being extremely form-fitting and slightly stifling her breathing; by all means she should be struggling to keep it on, but instead felt like tightening it even further, a thought that, somehow, didn’t strike her as odd. “I’m not even gonna tell you anything. Just… don’t panic, ok?” These were never words that one wanted to hear from anyone, much less someone who one trusted to some degree, leaving Ruth to open her mouth in order to protest… just to have herself shushed by Beth raising a single finger and bringing it up to her lips. Still silent, the other feline uncapped the battle, readjusted the collar around her neck to make sure it was on tight, and then began drinking. At first, this seemed… odd. Nothing was happening aside from the piece of fabric bulging out slightly every time Beth gulped down a mouthful, and thus Ruth sat there wondering when the show was supposed to begin. Mere seconds passed before it became immensely awkward, with the one cat not gorging herself on a refreshing drink wanting to say something about it… right before she felt something hit her in the chest. Not on the chest, but in it, and coming from inside no less, a feeling of immense pressure and tightness that had built up inside of her ribcage without her even noticing it. It hit her once, then again, and refused to relent no matter how panicked she got, prompting her to loudly demand an explanation and instead get a wink in return. Ruth was just about to slap the water bottle off her would-be lover’s hands when she noticed something: the rhythm. Though easy to skip at first, some minimal attention was all that was needed for her to notice that the beat at which her chest was being pounded from within matched the one at which her partner was drinking from the bottle. In that moment, a thought formed, and for the first time in those precious few seconds, Ruth dared to look down. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, partly because it broke every law of physics she knew about, but mostly because it meant giving Beth credit for another harebrained scheme of hers, but her own breasts were undeniably getting larger. Not massively so, but just enough for her to correctly identify their inflation as being in tandem with her roommate letting all those fluids flow down her throat. More specifically, each time Beth’s collar was stretched out by a gulp, so too were her own breasts forced to swell proportionately. The end result was Ruth ending up with a couple of cup sizes added to her bust and her friend looking like she’d just frozen her brain so hard it was going to shatter at the slightest impact, looking as punch-drunk as they had been after downing half a bottle of vodka that one night after the movies. She couldn’t fault Beth; the experience hadn’t been all that bad, plus she herself had always been kind of flat, giving them ample reason not to complain about the sudden upgrade to her chest. However, it was hard to ignore that what just happened had been so immensely out of the ordinary as to need an explanation, and as soon as the other feline was back to reality, she was having her shoulders grabbed by her suddenly-busty friend and shaken so hard that… well, those new breasts were sensitive; Ruth had to be careful with them. “Explain!” she shouted, unable to articulate her thoughts in any other manner, “Tits bigger! Drink water! Reason!” Her sudden outburst led to the other feline having to bite her lip just to hold back her laughter, failing completely after a few seconds and only unnerving her inexplicably-endowed partner further. It was clear to Ruth that Beth was seeing all of that as just another game of hers, preferring to go with the flow; she wouldn’t put it past her to have picked those collars up from some bootleg salesman who didn’t even bother to tell her how dangerous they could be, assuming of course they even cared at all. For all Ruth knew, these were black-market electronics being used for a purpose they were wholly unsuited for, which just made her own doubts all that much harder to put to rest. Despite wanting to be completely mad, Ruth couldn’t find it in her to bring all of her into the proverbial field of battle. There was a small part of her mind, one that was slowly growing the longer it was allowed to remain uncontested, that spoke against sanity and reason. It didn’t want to worry about safety standards or quality assurance, much less side effects or the legality of it all; all it desired was to feel the same rush, the same pressure building up and crashing against her, filling her bust until there was no more room left. And while the cat fought back against that force, struggling to keep it contained deep within her where it couldn’t do any damage, there was no doubt in her mind that it would win out in the end. Hell, she was clearly already blushing, judging from the sly smile Bethany was giving her; it was enough to get Ruth to move off of her, going back to her spot on the couch to huff and crossing her arms, only to be immediately reminded of what was on her chest now. “So, do you like ‘em~?” Beth cooed, leaning as closely as she could before getting bapped on the head. “Explain,” was all Ruth could say in return. “Well, I got these from a friend, really. Told me they were top of the line, super experimental and all that; all we have to do is wear them, and anyone with this one” - she pointed at her own throat - “can make the other one’s tits grow by just eating normally!” “How is that supposed to work?” “Well, you eat, and the amount of mass you swallow down gets added to your breasts!” “... no, that’s not what I… urgh, nevermind…” For once, Beth’s smile faltered when she saw her friend look away, enough that she sat up straight and looked at her worryingly. She had expected her roommate to take to the change a lot more positively than she was; if nothing else, it was something she wanted, as was evident by her browser history being filled with search queries for implant selections and plastic surgery clinics. To see her so sulky and sullen left Bethany feeling drained and slightly ashamed of herself, though at least her fellow feline didn’t recoil at her touch when she offered a hand to cup her cheek. “Hun, if you don’t want to,” she started, “we don’t have to do it. I just thought it’d be a good surprise, you know?” It took a few seconds before Ruth responded, but when she did her voice was significantly smoother than before. “I know, dear, it’s just… it’s a lot to take in… literally. You could’ve at least warned me before you did it.” “But that would ruin the surprise, though.” The utter sincerity with which those words were spoken left Ruth completely flabbergasted. Her partner truly believed, with all of her heart, in what she had just said… and that was honestly adorable. Only someone as lewd as her could think that something like that would ever be excused on the grounds of it being a pleasant surprise. This is why it was so hard to stay mad at her. There wasn’t a hint of malice in that calico, even if there was far more obscenity that there should be, and whenever Ruth tried to get angry at her, the best she could manage was a mild bap on the face which invariably led to the two of them getting embroiled in all manner of indecent activities. In that particular situation though, even she doubted whether that was appropriate; assuming the collars kept working like that, there was no telling what Beth was planning to do, or if she ever intended to stop; indeed, even after the two went their separate ways for the night, preparing to head to bed, Ruth had to shout at her roomie to stop drinking with the damned thing on after feeling her breasts swell again. No thought was spared to why she kept the collar on, but that was better ignored than focused on. Ruth woke up the day after feeling incredibly sore, though no bigger than what she remembered being; considering Beth’s sleep schedule could best be described as her dying and then magically resurrecting ten hours later, this wasn’t surprising. The bustier among the two took the time to look at herself in the mirror, admiring her new frame after removing her pajamas. It would be disingenuous to claim she didn’t want the upgrade at some level; though her slender, shapely body had never let her down before, Ruth spent years wishing that her curvaceous bottom would somehow find its symmetrical pattern on her chest, to no avail. Though easy to lose one’s eyes on her hips, her bust remained sadly bereft of any king of heft… until now, at least. It was odd though, considering those things were supposed to be fully natural. She brought both hands to examine them, tracing her smooth belly and letting her fingers leave line on her beige fur before settling underneath her terribly tight mounds. Though they were barely more than large D-Cups, they felt like they were significantly heavier, and above all had a certain sense of uncomfortable pressure inside of them, almost like they were stuffed with implants. This was absolutely not the case, as squeezing them would demonstrate, but doing so provoked such pain that Ruth was left wondering if she shouldn’t just take the collar off and leave things as they were. On the other hand, doing so would prevent her from becoming even larger, and seeing how much her new breasts complemented her figure… … gods, she hated how basic her desires were at times. An hour or so later, Beth walked into the kitchen, completely naked apart from their panties and with their multicoloured fur a completely matted mess. She had drool stains on her and obviously didn’t have that much of a good night, given how tired she acted; Ruth, for her part, was happy to needle her about it. “Too stuffed to sleep?” she quipped, “Shouldn’t have drank so much last night~” The calico, normally eager to exchange barbs, could do very little but wave a hand dismissively as she made a sandwich for herself. At no point did she or Ruth consider what they were doing, as it was just part of their daily routine; why would they think making a sandwich was anything special? It only occurred to them that they were still wearing their collars when Beth swallowed the first chunk of ham and her partner moaned in response, dropping her own toast and bringing both hands to her chest. This alone was enough to fully awaken the other cat, whose eyes widened as they darted between her improvised breakfast and the effects it was having on her feline roommate. Rather than stop, however, this only encouraged her to keep going, chowing down on the rest of the sandwich until it was safely packed away in both her stomach and Ruth’s tits. While it didn’t do much for either of their sizes, it at least made one thing clear: neither of them had any intention of removing their collars, even after realizing how painful the growth was going to be. Beth herself was already devising a few devious plans on how to maximize her own enjoyment as well, but for the time being was content to simply tease her friend-turned-lover with as much gusto as she could muster. To that end, she got up and walked behind her, unceremoniously cupping her surprisingly-taut breasts with her own hands and whispering words of such mindless depravity that Beth herself blushed when she heard herself speaking them. A promise was made, and soon she walked back to her room to get dressed; the two of them now had a date planned. Though Ruth didn’t appreciate being dragged out of the house on such short notice, her ability to suddenly turn heads whenever anyone noticed her tight shirt was certainly welcome enough that she had to relent, even if it didn’t stop her from complaining. What Beth cooed into her ears were less sweet nothings and more her deepest kinks being indulged to their maximum; she didn’t know what possessed her to accept the invitation to “try the collars out in public”, but it was hardly her fault, as one’s mind can’t be expected to remain sharp when it’s being assaulted by sensations of unnatural growth. And yet, despite every indication that this was a bad idea, Ruth still followed her roomie to the nearest food court, still sat down opposite her, and still waited patiently while Beth bought for herself the biggest, most expensive cup of soda available to her. The bloody thing was big enough that it was made to serve a small family, but when Ruth moved to drink from it, Beth yanked it away, wagging her index from side to side with a sly smile stamped on her lips. Ruth’s heart sank when she saw the calico slowly place a straw into the cup, giving her the widest shit-eating grin she’d ever seen in her life. Of course that lewd slut would put her in that situation; unable to do anything about it without making a scene, stuck in public with nowhere to go and no bra underneath a shirt that was sure to start straining at the seams sooner rather than later. Beth was taking a perverse enjoyment in it as well, taking her time to lick and smooch the straw in some odd, food-based version of phellatio; it wasn’t tantalizing as much as it was irritating, and yet tempered by the promises it held. It told Ruth that all she had to do was wait, and soon enough her dreams of a bigger bust would be realized. And realized they were, slowly, painfully, inch after inch as her partner deliberately filled her mouth up as much as she could before taking deep gulps, letting Ruth see as the bulge in her throat travelled down into her stomach, adding onto the busty feline’s bosom whenever they crossed the collared threshold. It was a deliberate move to turn what could have been a continuous, gradual growth into a series of horribly painful, yet completely irresistible spurts. Whenever the soda passed the line, Ruth felt like she was about to explode, her skin stretching, aching, begging her to stop as it couldn’t keep going, couldn’t hold onto itself without ripping apart… but after that initial impact, when those few awful seconds passed, she was left feeling like her whole body was relaxing after tensing up, like she could go for another dozen fill-ups. At least until the next gulp came around. This continued for a good ten minutes. It was anyone’s guess how exactly Ruth held onto her sanity, even if that statement was questionable at best. Beth didn’t escape from her own teasing either, as she had just drank over half a gallon of soda. Much as she was enjoying the sight of her partner’s engorged breasts, her own stomach was rumbling in protest at what it was just forced to hold, the calico’s belly noticeably swollen in equal measure to Ruth’s bust. It was all part of her plan, of course; as soon as she got home, it would all start falling into place. Unfortunately for her, doing this was easier said than done, as the sudden boost in size had left Ruth’s tits so sensitive that just rubbing against the fabric of her shirt was enough to get her to moan so loudly as to… attract attention. Both of them had to rush into the nearest bathroom, Beth fighting the urge to upchuck as she did so, and improvise some pads out of toilet paper. It wasn’t the best solution, but it at least got them back to their car… whereupon the sounds of the engine starting were immediately followed by such a loud, rumbling gurgle emanating from the calico’s belly that, for a brief moment, Ruth looked at her with a worried look on her face. They exchanged no words, rushing back to their apartment instead. Upon closing the door behind them, Ruth threw her shirt off and ran into her room, loudly demanding that Beth leave her alone; once inside, she spent a good half an hour searching for lotion, cream, anything she could use to alleviate the pressure, before giving up and storming into the bathroom, practically throwing the other cat out. Mercifully for the both of them, she was in such a rush that she missed what the calico had been doing in here, something Beth thanked her lucky stars for. Pulling her panties back up, the calico successfully concealed the butt plug she had stuffed into her ass, neatly closing the only avenue for relief she had for what she had planned. In her mind it wasn’t fair that her partner got all the growth; while she did buy the collars mostly for her, Beth wanted to experience some of the tightness herself… just not in her chest. It had been a guilty pleasure for some time now, as evidenced by her browsing history (which she made sure to delete both on her computer and directly on the router), but the thought of finally giving herself a massive, swollen, sloshing belly as a result of overfeeding was just too powerful to ignore anymore, especially when it could be paired up with giving her lover a pair of giant breasts like she knew Ruth wanted. It was a win-win all around, and an opportunity too good to pass up. The rest of the day was… predictable, if nothing else. Ruth remained closed in the bathroom, rubbing cream on her chest and trying to alleviate the pain, while Beth paced around the kitchen, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Seeing as the titty kitty wasn’t coming out for lunch, the calico figured it was best to make due herself; and seeing as how there were two people in the house, it was thus only fair that she ate for two as well. A pair of meals, each big enough to leave her stuffed, and half an hour and a whole soda bottle later, not to mention a whole lot of screaming moans coming from the bathroom, Beth was sitting back on her chair patting a belly that was far too swollen to be healthy, and yet too small for her to want to stop. In her fortress of isolation, Ruth had to contend with a bust that refused to settle, her skin slowly turning pink as it pushed enough of the fur away to become visible, a grisly sight that nonetheless awoke certain aspects of her personality that had remained dormant until then. It was hard to deny there was some… appeal to it. Though they looked fake as could be, Ruth knew they were real, and that was the only thing that really mattered in that scenario. Furthermore, though it definitely hurt somewhat, it was probably a result of Beth being her usual gluttonous self; as soon as the calico resolved to stop binging, for whatever reason that may have been, the discomfort and sense of tightness began to wear off. While it didn’t fade away completely, the cat’s fears that her entire night would be spent trying not to roll around proved unfounded, and she even managed to get up and actually move to the kitchen, where she found Beth patting a stomach that had seen better days. Their reunion was equal parts angry glaring and embarrassed purring, as both women tried not to let their obvious enjoyment shine through too badly. “We need to set some ground rules,” Beth sighed, sitting on one end of the table while her partner lounged on the other, “especially if you’re going to be turning yourself into a tub of lard.” “Yeah, sure, I… s-sure…” Beth’s state of mind was of some concern for the other feline; the calico was somewhere not in the house, lost in a sea of mindless bliss and most likely making plans for her next feast. Ruth tried her best to get her attention, but after it became clear it just wasn’t happening that night, she got up, smooched her roomie on the forehead, and adjourned to her bedroom. Amazingly, the calico followed her all the way there just a few minutes later, and while neither of them were too keen on stress testing their limits so early, there was something to be said about sharing a warm night with one another. They woke up feeling incredibly sore all over and yet the happiest they had ever been. Despite the overall tightness in Ruth’s chest, and the very loud grumbling of Beth’s belly, the two were ready to face the new day with uncharacteristic cheerfulness and energy. This lasted a grand total of thirty seconds, at which point their brains remembered they had just woken up and began demanding the usual tithe of morning moodiness and caffeine. It was especially bad for Ruth, as now she had to contend with an issue she hadn’t thought of before: clothing. Her chest had become something of beauty thanks to the multiple demonstrations of the collar’s power; while the feline had been practically flat before, now her bust was leaning heavily towards the end of the first half of the alphabet, easily round and wide enough that none of her bras would even remotely fit, and her clothes as well were… less than useful. To be fair, the “stretched-out shirt with underboob” look did suit her quite well, enough that when she looked at herself in the mirror her hands began to drift perilously south, forcing her to yank them back… only to have them replaced by Beth’s, who had snuck up on her and put her own hands to use. Those were a good five minutes in front of the mirror; enough to distract them both from their grogginess. As soon as they were cleaned up, they began making plans. With a pair of tits as respectable as hers, Ruth had every reason in the world to take the collar off, especially if her suspicions about her body needing time to recover were correct. But she didn’t, and neither did Beth remove her own; neither feline commented on it, choosing to accept it as a fact of life, with their attention turning towards more practical matters. Like new clothes. Beth could feasibly keep using her own for a while still, since her bloated stomach had gone down since the previous day, but there would be no hiding her partner’s breasts from sight with the kind of shirts she was used to wearing. Ruth secured a promise from her partner that there would be no more shenanigans from her part while they were shopping, even if she was expecting the calico to break it the moment she had the chance. Nevertheless, the two got in the car and drove to the nearest outdoor mall, with Beth splitting off and telling her roomie she would be finding a place for them to have a decent breakfast. The implications were obvious, as was the wink, leaving Ruth to sigh and roll her eyes dramatically. The clerk at the shop was polite enough not to point at how obviously undersized the titty kitty’s choice of attire was; if anything, they were deferential to the extreme, showing her their wares and claiming they had experience with “those kinds of problems” in there. Before long, Ruth had her arms full of items to try on, ranging from the perfectly snug to large enough that the message was clear; turns out people did think those were fake, something she’d have to work on. The changing room at least had a full-body mirror, letting the cat get a good view of her new figure: it was dreadfully unbalanced, leading her to wonder if there was any collar meant for her ass as well, one hand even going so far as to cup her cheeks while she pouted at their underdeveloped size. Still, her bust alone demanded respect from any who saw it, and it poked out from her chest quite delightfully; even its reddish tint was gone, their softness and pliability starting to return. And then she felt it again. Of course Beth wouldn’t wait for her before starting to eat breakfast, and of course that lewd horndog would deliberately abuse their connection while Ruth was in the middle of fixing the problem she made. A quick look at her breasts revealed their size to be changing again, though mercifully they weren’t growing that much; toast only went so far, and spherical geometry at least prevented her gains from being too absurd the larger she got. Still, it was quite the trip being able to see it happen in real-time again, and with a mirror that time around; she bit her lip as both hands held onto her chest, feeling it tighten and swell, ripen with burgeoning mass. Their softness gone, the pink of her skin began to deepen once more, her eyes occasionally glancing at her collar; she could end it all, right there, just by removing that thing. It’d be done, her tits would stop growing, and that was that. But she didn’t. In fact, it was a smiling Ruth that met the clerk on the other side of the changing room’s curtains, cheerfully declaring she’d “take the lot” and heading to the register. At no point did the younger woman behind the counter make any comments about her customer’s obviously-improved size, though her eyes darted downwards just often enough for the cat to know they noticed. It was difficult not to feel a certain level of satisfaction when so many people stared at her unashamedly, even after donning a less revealing shirt; Ruth’s latest growth spurt had left her bust impossibly perky and perfectly spherical, large enough that her engorged nips very clearly tented the fabric. She might as well not be wearing anything at all; the shirt was as revealing as bare skin at that point, especially whenever anyone looked at her from the side. Ruth had found her sweet spot, and she was elated; so much so that she chose not to demand an explanation from the calico when she found her in the food court, sitting at a table and surrounded by empty plates. The other feline was too busy patting her belly to notice her partner showing up, even managing to ask for fifths before turning to face Ruth. Her sly smile said more than any words could, but Beth still tried. “So, how’d the shopping go~?” the calico purred, leaning back on her chair. “Oh, the usual,” Ruth offhandedly replied, “got some new bras, a pair of shirts, grew about three cup sizes, yaknow.” “Want me to get you more?” “When we’re back home, sweetie~” Those words were like honey to Beth’s ears, both of which perked up instantaneously while the cat’s eyes glimmered with renewed hope. Her partner’s acceptance of her collared gift was all she could ask for; the calico had been repressing her worries that Ruth might not be as excited about her transformation as Beth herself was, so to hear her sound so eager about growing even more left the calico feeling positively overjoyed… to the point where Ruth had to clear her throat to remind her not to cop a feel in public, her hands being halfway across the table already. A quick detour through a grocery store ensured they had food for the day. Normally it’d be enough to last for a full week, but seeing as Beth’s new course in life had left her unaccountably peckish, suddenly three family pizzas didn’t seem like so much food at all. The calico was certainly eyeing those supplies far more hungrily than she ever had, and Ruth had to remind her not to start digging into the sweets until after they had lunch; wouldn’t want to ruin her figure too hard, now would she? In reality, that’s exactly what Beth wanted. Ruth had her breasts to grow, she had her belly; now that the collars had settled in and the both of them could finally indulge in their innermost desires, the calico saw absolutely no reason to hold back anymore, especially not when it meant giving her roomie-cum-lover a similarly-sized gift at the same time. There was a good reason she didn’t remove the butt plug from inside of her earlier that morning, even when the need for relief grew to be impossible to ignore; it wasn’t a case of wanting to be bigger as much as it was needing to be. Her belly was already quite stuffed, enough to make one wonder just what happened to her diet, but she wouldn’t stop until it was slung out in front of her so heavily that others would think she was pregnant. Which is exactly why she didn’t wait five minutes after getting back home to start gorging herself again. There would be no lunch or dinner, at least not for Beth. Ruth was welcome to keep to a schedule, but the calico had resolved to simply eat. Eat, eat, eat, continuously and throughout the day, keeping her pace so as to prevent getting too stuffed that she couldn’t force anything down her gullet. For the remainder of the day, Ruth had to contend with her chest slowly growing heavier, inexorably so, as her roommate made trip after successive trip to the kitchen to grab more snacks. Sitting in front of the TV in the living room, the calico made a small throne of leftovers and scraps for herself, only really moving when it was time to grab more stuff for her to chow down on. She had resolved not to go wild, not because she didn’t want to, but because it was more fun to stretch out the whole process for as long as possible. By the time they went to bed (or, well, Ruth did; Beth just sort of collapsed onto multiple cardboard boxes while snoring loud enough to shatter glass), the calico’s swollen stomach had left her looking genuinely gravid, while the other feline’s breasts officially crossed over to the second half of the alphabet. Both were stuffed, uncomfortably tight and unable to really think straight thanks to all the pressure they were feeling inside, Ruth especially as she had to be very careful not to bump against anything. And yet both refused to remove the collars, being far too enamored with their steady transformation and dangerously eager to see how far they could go before hitting their personal hard caps. By the dawn of the third day, neither of them had any intention of going back to work. Beth was still dangerously swollen and looking like she’d stuffed a large balloon in her belly, while Ruth was carrying a pair of overengorged watermelons on her chest; the mere concept of surrendering that for the sake of a salary just didn’t occur to them, though neither did the necessity of actually calling in with an excuse. They both just happily ignored the frequent phone calls and demands for explanations, right up until the ringing stopped and they could finally focus on what really mattered: their bodies. There would be no more trips to the mall, nor grocery runs, nor anything but pure self-indulgence. Perhaps it was them going to bed snuggling against one another and finding their soft touch to elicit quite a few sensations and thoughts they didn’t think possible before; maybe they wanted to grow even larger, despite all indications that they were crossing a lot of lines they couldn’t come back from. Ruth in particular took a page from their partner and resolved to eschew any kind of routine whatsoever; just as the calico spent all day eating at a constant pace, on occasion phoning their favourite restaurants to order take-out at the absolute weirdest times, so too did the other cat find herself enjoying her new body in ways that would best be left undescribed. It turned into a game, finding new ways to compare her size to everyday objects, until she gave up even trying and put both hands to good use. It was truly heaven for them, hence why it became easy to ignore when their bodies began to complain about the strain they were being put under. Two full days of gorging herself non-stop had left the calico looking so rotund that one might be forgiven for thinking they were carrying a large litter, which in turn had added so much onto Ruth’s bust that her breasts were just over halfway to her navel, still kept perfectly spherical and taut to the point where they had multiple visible stretch marks all over them. Neither of them cared too much about how tight they were, or how much pressure they were feeling from within; to the both of them, all that mattered was more. More, more, always more, more food down Beth’s gullet, more mass and breastflesh for Ruth’s tits, until they could practically hear one another creak from how much their bodies couldn’t handle it. It took until the end of the fourth day before their minds clicked and let them appreciate the “error” of their ways. By that point, the calico hadn’t left the couch in a good twelve hours; not necessarily because she couldn’t, but because doing so would put her out of range of the throne of food she had built for herself. She hadn’t seen her lover in quite a while, prompting her to call out for the other feline and receive nothing in response. Thinking she might’ve gone to sleep, the calico forced herself up from her seat, sloshing and wobbling from side to side as her body failed to hold her belly up properly. She had to hold it up with both hands, which only made it worse as she was directly confronted with its weight, her fingers digging painfully into her stretched skin, gravity doing its best to try and push it out as it battled against the butt plug. Some part of her knew this was too much, that her body wasn’t meant to hold that much food; the rest of her wanted to see it even bigger. She would find the other cat on her bed, sweating profusely and clearly struggling to breathe. Her bust had swollen so much over the past few days that it was bright red and seemed to throb with every heartbeat; the veins visible on its surface certainly making quite the show whenever blood was pumped through them, her skin practically translucent as it was made to accommodate what were overinflated basketballs. Ruth looked to the side, silently pleading with Beth to do… something. Neither of them knew what to do, as the thought of just removing the collars didn’t occur to them, so in the absence of anything else, the calico hopped onto the bed and went to sleep snuggling against her perfect titty kitty, in the process making it impossible for them to sleep thanks to the overwhelming sensation of tightness constantly pounding in their chest. A fifth day dawned and it was more of the same. Their minds were not theirs anymore, surrendered to whatever hunger had driven them to try something as ridiculous as what they had. To some degree, the pain was registering; Ruth had stopped bringing her hands to her chest and made it a point to steer clear of any sharp edges, while Beth had given up on her idea of creating a sling for her belly. Either of those two things presented a non-zero chance of something terrible happening that they couldn’t come back from, hence why Ruth spent a good portion of her day moving as much of the furniture closer to the walls as possible. What should’ve been an hour-long endeavour turned into a marathon that took up all of her morning and most of the afternoon, with the cat having to contend with the calico stuffing herself sillier and forcing the collar to turn those balloons on her chest into something akin to small-scale yoga balls. They were perfectly visible from behind now, and Ruth was certain that if Beth wasn’t too lazy to get up, she’d be ambushing her in just that way. As it stood, the calico was a bit too busy turning herself into a large tub of… not necessarily fat, seeing as her body wasn’t processing most of the food she ate, but certainly a tub nonetheless. The sloshing was getting louder, the contents of her stomach churning aggressively whenever she moved and filling the house with sounds so obscene that both of the felines’ faces were perpetually red. And yet instead of being dissuaded from her quest, the calico was only further encouraged whenever she laid eyes on her roommate; how could she stop, now that both of them were so enormous? The obvious signs that their bodies were reaching their limits certainly wouldn’t do it; didn’t stop her from eating five pizzas for lunch and then downing them with nearly a gallon of soda, all of which contributed to make the underside of Ruth’s tits graze against her navel, quite the accomplishment for a pair of tits that round and perky. The house was creaking, and it wasn’t the walls doing it. The noise only stopped when both cats did, with even the slightest of motions being enough to make their bodies groan in protest at what they were being put through. Ruth in particular was having a hard time of it, as at least the calico’s stomach wasn’t putting weight onto her lungs; the busty cat had to contend with her chest hurting whenever she needed to breathe, leading to her desperately trying to come up with any seating position that let her at least take a few breaths with some degree of comfort. The closest she got was lying face-down with her arms and neck on one chair and her feet on another, but not only did this murder her back from having those two colossal weights hanging freely, but by bedtime in day five, her tits were already grazing the ground, making the exercise entirely pointless. That night was spent tumbling from side to side while trying to avoid anything coming into contact with her bust. Ruth had exiled Beth to the living room, to sleep among her discarded wrappers and boxes; anything less and the calico might just spend hours rubbing and squeezing her, and the titty kitty was already having a hard time functioning from lack of sleep. Even so, being alone on her bed didn’t really do much to help her; if it wasn’t Beth draining her sanity, it was her own body conspiring to drive her to madness, with each heartbeat sending pounding waves of pressure and pain coursing through her chest, leaving her unable to get even a single moment’s respite from her own size. It was maddening, and at a certain point, she genuinely began smiling; it was either that or bawl her eyes out at her tits being so big she couldn’t sleep because of them. The sixth day, and a dreadful silence had taken over the house… at least until either of them moved. No words were exchanged between the two, only the occasional glance and a curt nod to confirm that yes, this was actually happening. There was no point removing the collars anymore; their bodies were permanently warped and neither of the two cats had the willpower or presence of mind required to just end it there and stop inching closer to disaster. Ruth sat down on the ground before collapsing backwards, her breath laboured, her breasts groaning, her skin practically glowing with how red it was. Beth kept on eating, her body about ready to burst, her belly looking like someone stacked two separate litters onto one another and carried them for twelve months, hanging perilously low and close to her knees. Any motion at all provoked an endless series of either creaks or churning, their stairway to disaster nearing its very end. They needed more. They had to have more. Ruth got up, figuring that if things were going that way, she might as well have some fun with it. The pain had all-but vanished from her conscious mind; it was still there, but the delirious state she willed herself into had left her unable to process it properly. In its place was a cat desperate for bigger breasts, needy for size and tightness, even if underneath it was a scared kitten who knew how close to bursting she was. More food needed to be shovelled into Beth’s hungry maw, more had to be ordered and the delivery personnel startled at the sheer size of the door-blocking tits attached to Ruth’s chest. The feeding had to continue, long past the point where it should have reasonably stopped, until there was nothing left of the calico but the desire to consume. Endlessly. Forever. Night fell, but they didn’t. Sleeping was out of the question, not with bodies like those; Ruth’s bust would keep her awake again, as it had already, and Beth’s would just keep demanding more food for itself, so why even bother? Might as well just keep on eating, keep pushing more mass into the collar’s technobabble mass transference field so they could continue to grow larger. The titty kitty’s back was basically non-functional after a while; she was perpetually hunched over and having to lean onto the nearest surface just to be able to move around, the sheer weight on her chest enough to start putting strain on the rest of her torso’s skin and fur. Her nipples were rigid to the point where they could probably cut diamonds, the veins kept from popping purely because of how taut they themselves were. This spectacle of overinflated debauchery was reflected in Beth’s belly, which had officially gone so far as to spill over from the edge of the couch and still be able to reach below the calico’s knees, even while she sat down. It rumbled and quaked, grumbled for more, and both cats were more than happy to throw more fuel into the furnace, even as they themselves audibly complained about how much they couldn’t take the pressure anymore. It was all they had left. Their bodies were on auto-pilot, no longer under their control, while their throats had transcended into constant, pained moaning. “This is too much,” they would say, “we can’t take much more, please, we need to stop.” This and that and many others, words they failed to heed and repeated ad nauseum as they kept bloating their bodies to new extremes. For once, the tables had turned and it was the calico’s turn to be the one at the whims of another. While both of them were quickly approaching their physical limits, only one had to actually do something for that to happen: Beth. And as soon as Ruth realized this, it became quite easy to simply take the lead, forcing her partner to swallow mouthful after mouthful as she shovelled as much food into her as she could. If the fat cat wanted to move, she’d get half a pie fed to her for her troubles; any attempt at resisting the frenzied feeding would make it grow even more intense, until soon enough, even the collars weren’t enough. Beth’s belly wasn’t just swollen, it was full. Large enough that “gravid” failed to convey its size and girthy to the point where it would be overflowing from her legs if it had any amount of give to it and wasn’t a bloated mess of stretch marks and unhealthy churning. The amount of pressure placed on her butt plug was such that, at points, it threatened to pop off from sheer force, her gut stuffed and plugged so hard that her insides were beginning to stretch out; even assuming she allowed herself to let things flow naturally, it was doubtful her body would ever be the same again, not after that kind of treatment. But even so, this didn’t stop Ruth from feeding her friend further; if anything, seeing the other feline turn into a spherical mass of would-be fat just gave her more reasons to try and force the issue even harder, until she noticed something. Or rather, the lack of something. Both their collars, as the name implied, were placed close to their collarbones, leaving a few inches of throat above them. This would be a completely inconsequential detail, if not for the fact that food only grew Ruth’s tits after it passed through that wondrous piece of aesthetically pleasing technology; and after a certain point, her breasts weren’t growing anymore. A slice of cake was pushed into Beth’s open mouth, drawing tears from her eyes and a low, muffled moan as her lungs struggled to breathe any air at all, and nothing happened to the other cat’s bust. A sandwich and more pie later and still nothing… and yet the bulge was clearly there, her throat was obviously full. Her throat was full. Ruth’s realization came a long time after the calico’s, who had been unable to say anything courtesy of being stuck on a couch with a lust-crazed cat taking turns being her greatest nightmare and best dream ever, but they were now in synch with knowing that there was simply no room left. Against all odds, they had physically filled Beth’s stomach and esophagus until the pillar of food was stuck and unable to go down. It was impressive in its own way, and something neither of them even knew was possible; the calico in particular felt like her body had just been filled with cement, and though she wanted to complain, her airways were all-but blocked, leaving her barely able to even squeak. Ruth, meanwhile, was having none of that. More food had to be given if they were to keep growing. Her hands were dirty with crumbs and frosting and sugar and a host of things she decided not to think about as she picked up whatever was at hand and pushed it into her partner’s gullet, overpowering her gag reflex and forcing the stack of sweets and junk food to compact itself in her distended stomach. It was a wondrous sight, being able to watch as the calico’s belly bloated in real time from having so much mass injected into it, almost as amazing as Ruth admiring her breasts becoming too large to move properly anymore. While they hadn’t each become wider than their front door, it’d still be impossible to get the full bust through it anyway. Not enough. She needed more. And she’d get it. Somewhere in the middle of that forcefeeding frenzy, something must’ve clicked inside Beth’s brain. She still didn’t say anything, seeing as her throat was clogged up to the top with a solid mass of barely-chewed food, but the calico pushed the other cat away, pointing frantically at what remained of her edibles and then at herself. Her friend got the idea well enough to start piling all that she could atop the churning, rotund and strained ball of guts that was the calico’s midriff, only making it complain louder at all the weight being put on it. Beth herself took over the feeding from that moment onwards, quite literally pushing her hands as far deep as they went in an effort to stack as much as she could before finally giving in. She was crying openly, the pain still not enough to overpower her desire to feed, something reflected in Ruth as her bust was now creaking loudly enough for her to be genuinely afraid of what might happen. None of them knew how long they were stuck in that loop, the calico finishing up whatever was left of her throne of decadent excess while the titty kitty’s spine almost snapped with the amount of weight it was being forced to carry. The former’s stomach was now distended enough that, were they still as lithe and skinny as they had been a week before, they could easily cuddle up inside of it in a fetal position; the latter’s bust had officially become too large for her body, and the only reason those doorway-jamming tits weren’t on the ground was the couch Ruth was holding onto. And still they refused to stop, still both of them kept the collars on; it’d be unthinkable to just end it now, so close to the end, when they had already turned their bodies into something that only belonged in the deepest corners of the internet. Every mouthful made the calico’s belly turn even more grotesque, until the couch’s springs began to complain almost as much as the cat’s body did. Her stomach was as red as Ruth’s breasts, the stretch marks turning into something like open scars as her skin began to rupture and tear from the strain. There wouldn’t be a pop, no moment of explosive release, but a continuous descent into catastrophic failure as her body failed to keep up with what Beth demanded of it. Each handful of confectionary demanded inches she didn’t have to give, every gulp of drink made her wobble, though her body had no flexibility. Any and all movement caused by her quick descent into madness caused another part of her to give in, until soon she would look as ripe as she felt. In that moment, Ruth was truly afraid, though for what she didn’t exactly know; the titty kitty was only vaguely aware of something her mind was trying to tell her, that she should go look for help and find someone who could stop the madness before it was too late. It was obviously far past that point, but neither of them had really thought about their situation for at least two or three days; it was excusable that they might think their problems were fixable. She waddled to the front door, taking so long to get there that she could already hear her partner’s pained screaming when their body began to tear at the seams, still stuffing herself further even when the sounds were loud enough to be heard through walls. Ruth was in full panic mode now, scrambling to open the door and get herself through; her tits were just as close to the breaking point as her roommate was, growing bigger still until most of her chest was completely obscured. It would be grandiose if not for the circumstances, if not for the lust-addled cat trying to force those things through a door that was far too small for them. Again and again she threw herself at it, even when it was obvious it wouldn’t work. Until, in one final moment of rapturous joy, it all ended. Ruth heard the sounds coming from the living room. The last bite, the last swallowing, before some invisible threshold was violated and Beth could take no more. The groaning and angry, violent churning gave way to a wet splash and then complete silence, just a split second before she felt her own end approaching. From the other end of the corridor, one of their neighbours flinched when he heard something rupture loudly enough to echo through the apartment block’s hallways, followed by the sounds of someone dumping a whole bucket of… something down the stairs. They had a brief moment of righteous annoyance before they turned around and saw what remained of Ruth after her bust had gone the way of Beth’s stomach. The creaking had stopped.

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Title: Four Years of Fantasies Ch. 01 Tags: bathroom, office, supervisor, student, chocolate *The drive up* When I found out my driving buddy was leaving me in the lurch last night, I decided to bite the bullet and offer my supervisor a lift with me, as he had driven me a few weeks ago so I wanted to repay the favour. Not to mention it makes the drive less boring, and we enjoy each other's company. We had known each other for over three years so were well past any awkwardness. He had turned down the offer two days prior, but I wondered if that was in part due to the fact my other friend would be along for the ride, and wasn't today. I hastily wrote the text but delayed sending it, pondering if it was a bad idea, if we shouldn't spend that much time together alone outside work. I hit send and threw the phone down while my heart raced. To my surprise, he replied very quickly with "okay, what time?" And it was set. The next day I got up and dressed in my workout clothes as I planned to head straight to the gym. He calls them 'pyjamas'... I'm still not entirely sure why. I put my hair up in a messy pony tail without brushing it, splashed my face with cold water, brushed my teeth and put on a light dusting of foundation - just enough to cover my blemishes. I picked a figure hugging maxi skirt to wear later with a beige top and heel boots that he always manages to comment on. They make me look taller obviously, but they're also quite comfortable and wearing them makes me feel sexy - not in an obvious way, just that they make me feel more confident somehow. As I drove to his house, my mind meandered to what he was doing during his morning rituals. Was he in the shower? Did his wife have his breakfast waiting for him? Were his kids up and about yet? Do they climb onto him while he lies in bed? And before I knew it, I was turning into his street. I got to his house a little early as traffic was lighter than I expected so after turning around in the cul-de-sac and pulling in tight to the kerb outside his house I got a good look at his place. It was oldish but had been revamped, and was the nicest in the street. I wasn't sure of the etiquette - do I text him to say I'm here even though I'm early? Do I wait another 10 minutes then text? Do I call? Do I go knock on the front door? I opted to stay in my car to check emails and instagram; it's the middle of winter so it was the warmest option, and I wasn't sure what sort of reception I would get from his wife - I don't think it would have been as warm as my car! While I browsed instagram, not really paying attention to the photos and captions, I thought about what we would talk about for an hour alone together. The usual topics - work, tv shows, our partners, the weekend - would obviously be discussed, but with him there was always more, deeper conversations, about goals, personality types, attraction... Am I attracted to him? I think so - he has all the features of my "type". He is tall, and although about 10 years older than me, handsome, with dark hair and a beard. Only a few greys are coming through as to be expected at 35 or so, and they suit him, make him look even more authoritative and dependable. I think part of what makes him attractive is his smile - it's cheeky and devious but always so sincere. And his eyes - they are trustworthy and loyal, and I feel like they see through the bull shit. I think we flirt subconsciously - little comments here and there. He says I remind him of his wife, and has made more than one reference to the similarities shared by our personalities and physicalities. He often comments on my appearance - what I'm wearing, how my hair is done (or not done). Once, recently, he said "your boyfriend better watch out, especially with you in that dress". It was a tight-to-waist grey striped dress with three-quarter length sleeves and a sweetheart neckline that displays my décolletage quite nicely, while leaving enough to the imagination. I actually caught him looking down at my cleavage. It wasn't the first time I had caught him having a peek, and from his height I guessed he'd have a pretty good view! The thing is I sort of like it. I wondered if he ever fantasised over me. I had fantasised over him before. The main fantasy I had was that he would walk in on me in the disabled bathroom at our old office, while I was getting changed or putting makeup on, ready to leave the office for dinner or something. He wouldn't say anything, just look straight at me in the mirror with a lustful and commanding look on his face. He would lock the door, come right up behind me, and press his entire body into mine, wrap his large hands around my hips softly. I would feel his heart beating against my back, making mine race even more. I'd feel his breath sink into my skin. He'd take everything out of my hands, one by one, still not saying anything. He'd grasp my hands in his, interlocking his fingers expertly between mine, then place them on the basin. He would kiss the back of my neck, starting from just behind one ear across to the other, eliciting soft gasps from me. His hands would begin to roam up my sides and around to my breasts, which he would grab hold of and squeeze gently while meeting my gaze in the mirror, his beard still tickling my neck. He would have to bend his legs slightly, but he would align his cock with my arse and just rub up and down, stroking himself against my arse cheeks through his jeans, before pulling my hips back towards him forcing me to bend over the sink slightly, better positioning him to grind his cock on my covered pussy. Suddenly he would hike my skirt up and massage my arse cheeks in his ginormous hands. In what seems like one swift motion, he would undo his jeans and pull my underwear down just far enough to expose my now-soaked pussy. We glance at each other for a fleeting moment in the mirror, then, with one hand on my hip and the other in the middle of my back, he would slide his hard cock inside me, making me sigh in pleasure. He would enter me slowly and teasingly then start to get a good rhythm, grunting quietly with every few thrusts. I imagine his dick to be sizeable - he's tall so I imagine it proportional to his body, with a nice girth that stretches me. He would glide his hand all the way down my back; the contrast of the steady thrusting and the delicate touch bringing me closer to the edge. His hand would come to caress my breast; he would roll the nipple between his thumb and finger. Then, with one hand on my breast and the other on my hip, we'd stare at each other in the mirror as he increases the speed and force until he is furiously fucking me. I'd reach down to play with my pussy and his eyes follow my hand, although he can't see me playing with myself. I'd begin to make tiny moans as I get close to my orgasm. The sounds would make him start pounding me even faster, increasing the rate at which I'm moaning until I let out one big moan as I come hard, bracing myself against the basin and tilting my head back in pleasure. My pussy tightens around his cock and with one last thrust I'd feel him pulse and shoot off inside me. While he is still coming I'd pull away, spin around, kneel down and take his twitching cock in my mouth, swallowing the last spurts of cum and cleaning my own juices of his cock and balls. This would all take him by surprise and elicit another moan before he moves my head as his cock has become too sensitive. We'd clean up discreetly and he'd leave the bathroom while I finish getting ready. My daze was broken when I saw him approaching the car, wearing the usual chino jeans, dark sweater and huge grin. He opened the boot and said hello while he put his stuff in then hopped in the passenger seat. I have a hatchback so he was folded up a bit, but it was cute. He said hello again, with the grin as I started up the car. "You weren't looking, I was at the window doing a striptease for you," he said, grinning. "Oh fantastic, sorry I missed it," I replied in my trademark sarcasm. Great, the flirting has started already. "The house was tidy, the kids were well-behaved, Anna was going to pretend to be nice to you, you could've come up." "Oh well had I known that I definitely would have, especially that last one, how inviting!" "Yes... well when I told her I was getting a lift with you today, she asked which one you were, and I replied with 'the one that's going to replace you'". I laughed and rolled my eyes, my usual response to his flirtatious remarks. Leading a research group of 6 or so females, Anna was not a huge fan of any of ours. "I thought by now you should know what to make jokes to her about, and what to keep in your mouth!" "I do but it's too fun to try and get a reaction. We've talked about this!" "I know I know. You can't help but try to get a rise out of me and I can't help but resist; it makes you try harder." "Exactly, and I will keep trying, because I'm not good at failing." With that, we started onto a conversation about failing, which led to a conversation about succeeding, and goals, and moving, and so on and so forth until we were almost there. Just as we turned off the highway, we started to discuss our extended families, and he divulged that his dad, brother and uncle had all had infidelities, and that he was the black sheep in that respect. I didn't want to pry too much, and it was good timing to finish the conversation and part ways for the day. But not before he could make another comment about my body. "Woah, you've got calves," he complimented. "Aahh... yeah," I replied, self-conscious of how dry my legs were from the cold weather. He could only see the bottom part of my legs though, as I was wearing three-quarter length tights. I suspected he was looking at my arse first. "Please don't look at my legs, they're so dry." "I wasn't, I just noticed them. I don't have calves," he said disappointedly. "Well, go to the gym!" I paid for the parking and he walked me to my office building before heading to his own. \*\*\* On the way to the gym, I thought about the way he looked at me and complimented me. Did he like me? Or just think I was hot? He seemed to always have a twinkle in his eye when he saw me. But was it just attraction? Or something more? He seemed to really like my little afternoon drop ins; some afternoons when I needed a computer break, or on my way back from the lab, I would drop by his office. Sometimes I made up an excuse to see him, other times it was just to say hello. Occasionally I took him chocolate. He always had a way of getting me to stay longer than I intended. Not that I didn't want to, I just didn't want to take up too much of his time. But he seemed to like opening up to me about things going on his life, inside and outside of work. Occasionally, I dropped by because I felt as though I looked good that day, and wanted him to see me. I imagined wearing a particular dress I owned; a black and white polka dot t-shirt dress that buttoned up. It was fitted in the bodice, and flared slightly at the waist. And it had pockets! I liked wearing it because it was flattering on my figure, with just enough cleavage for the imagination to run wild. Plus, the pockets made it practical. My nails were painted dark red; I knew he liked them freshly done. My hair was clean, blow dried and let down. His door is open but I knock anyway, as I walk in. "Caramello, mint or strawberry?" I ask, referring to the Cadbury koala chocolates in my hand. "Caramello please," he says, welcoming the sugar hit. "Lucky I got two of those, they're my favourite!" "Mine too. Thank you," he says in his deep, smooth voice. "You're welcome," I say as I spin around to leave. "Hey, where are you going? Aren't you going to sit and eat it with me?" he asks, seeming to want the company. "Sure, I just didn't want to take up too much of your time," I reply. He shakes his head. I sit down on one of the chairs on the other side of his desk, crossing my legs. "Well don't you look lovely today?" he exclaims, looking me up and down. "You've even done your nails!" I knew he would notice. "Yep, did them last night. Blow dried my hair too, would you believe it?" "I would, it looks very nice." "What've you been up to?" I ask, biting into my chocolate. "Just working on this grant. It's good to have a break though. What about you?" "Working on the review paper figures." "Oh good." "Have you got a bin over there?" I stand up closer to the desk to have a look as I can't see one from where I was sitting. "Sure do," he says, pointing to little bin under his desk. "Reckon I can get it in?" I ask, referring to the chocolate wrapper. "If you don't, I get to eat the strawberry koala." I laugh, "Ok, and if I do?" "You get to keep it." "Lucky me!" With that, I lean over his desk and aim my shot. "Mmm, that's not a bad view," he says cheekily, not bothering to hide the fact he is only about 30cm away from my breasts. I look down and realise one of the buttons has come undone. There's still plenty hidden, but he was getting a good preview. "I'll do it up for you, so we can both concentrate." "Fine," I agree, pretending I objected a little. I didn't. He does the button up very carefully, but I can feel him shaking ever so slightly. He was making sure not to touch me too much, but his hands are so big they brush against my nipples, making them strain against my bra. "There," he says proudly, after what seems like an eternity. He pauses for a moment with his hands on the button then skims his fingertips across my chest where the buttons were already open. I breathe in, surprised and aroused by his boldness. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You have beautiful skin." "Thankyou. Its ok. Now let me take the shot!" I line up the bin again, throw, and miss. "Haha, pay up! And you can pick the wrapper up, please." "OK, OK." I walk around to his side of the desk and quickly put the wrapper in the bin, then half sit-half lean on his desk. His head is roughly level with my breasts again. "Where's the other chocolate?" "In my pocket. Do you want it?" "Yes please." "You can get it then." He looks up at me in disbelief and I give him a mischievous smile. He still looks unsure, so I pick up his hand and put it in my pocket. His hand is slightly sweaty; I must be making him nervous. I glance down at his crotch and sure enough, there's a distinct bulge. As if it knows what's happening, my button pops open again, inviting his eyes to be drawn back down. This seems to snap him into action and his hand starts exploring my inner thigh through my pocket while he pries the top of my dress open a little more, undoing another button. He plants a soft kiss on my chest, his beard tickling the top of my breasts. His lips are so broad and much softer than I imagined. I had thought for so long about how they would feel on my skin. He trails kisses down my cleavage, switching from breast to breast, until his face is buried. His other hand has moved out of my pocket and slips under my dress, gently stroking the inside of my thigh from just behind my knee up to my pussy, getting closer with every stroke. He finally feels my wetness and murmurs something into my breasts, the combination of the vibrations and his beard arousing me further. He undoes one more button so he has better access to what's beneath my bra. Just as he flicks his tongue out to glide across my nipple he slips a finger inside me and teases me by not sliding it all the way in. He groans at how wet I am and slides his thumb towards my engorged clitoris, rubbing it softly before applying more pressure and letting his finger continue exploring me. My head tilts back in pleasure and he takes this opportunity to plant kisses up my chest and neck, all the while slowly plunging his finger in and out of my wet snatch. He continues to rub his thumb across my clit and I am getting so close. He skilfully inserts a second finger to better fill me. He engulfs a breast into his mouth and bites down on my nipple before flicking his tongue over it. He begins to tap one finger against the roof of my vagina to meet his thumb and it doesn't take much of this to make me come. I let out a couple of high pitched, shallow moans as my body tenses, before a deep, long moan of relief as I relax. He lets out a moan of his own as he can feel my pussy tighten around his fingers. He slowly withdraws his fingers and I pass him a tissue, then plant a kiss on his cheek. I walk back around the desk, buttoning my dress. He looks a combination of stunned and pleased. "You didn't get your strawberry koala." "Oh, I got something better." On my way out I turn around and say with a wink, "You can bring the chocolates next time."

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For it wasn’t just a regular hiccup, but one provided by someone on the scale of the Latias, someone whose body was, by the time that small bump in the road came along, about as large as the whole island had been before the water was drained from around it… a body that grew larger still the more milk Sierra carelessly gulped down, each hiccup that resulted from it leading to further size spurts of a scale so grandiose that even the growing demi-goddess couldn’t explain just what in blazes was actually happening. She wasn’t ordering her body to grow like that (she would know otherwise; it wouldn’t be the first time she thought about it), yet there it was, burgeoning outwards so quickly that all the Latias could do was… well, she couldn’t exactly watch, given where her head was, but she could certainly feel as every hiccup caused her form to explode in every direction, taking up so much more room that, soon enough, Emily would look downright microscopic next to her. Poor Kitty took the brunt of the impact, with every spasm on Sierra’s part causing enough vibrations to course through the bigger cat on whose lap he was sitting that he felt like he had turned into gelatin, vibrating with an intensity that couldn’t possibly be good for him. In spite of it all though, it felt good; he didn’t know why, but the sequence that started with Sierra hiccuping and ended with him feeling Emily’s body shake all over, transferring some of that energy to himself, left him with his head in the clouds, so utterly ecstatic that he wouldn’t trade it for anything else on the planet… which, given the rate Sierra was growing, would probably turn out to be a quite literal descriptor sooner rather than later. The Latias might be a demi-goddess, and one very much in control of their powers, but they were still a Latias, and thus subject to certain rules that simply couldn’t be broken without flagrant abuse of deific reality manipulation, abuse that Sierra hadn’t managed to learn just yet; one of them, as it seemed, was activated by her gulping down the generous amount of milk Emily provided, though why or how she couldn’t tell. Her whole body felt warm, warmer than it already was in fact, and in just a few seconds after the first hiccup, it began glowing; it couldn’t be an evolution, given what she was… but it could be a mega-evolution. She’d heard about them, heard about what they did to those lucky few who were blessed by such a state, and though she’d never achieved it herself, it had been on Sierra’s to-do list for several years at that point; that she would inadvertently scratch it off without even intending to, thanks mostly to Emily’s contributions, was the cherry on top of the proverbial cake as far as the Latias was concerned. No more worries, no more issues, just herself, growing so utterly enormous that she would dwarf everything and anything she’d ever known; for it wouldn’t merely be enough for her to mega-evolve, she would have to do so in such a fashion that every ounce of divine power she’d been holding back was brought out and brought to bear, even if it meant barrelling through everything in sight without care nor concern for whoever might be in the way. A single-track mind, but really, at that point, who was going to stop her? Emily had apparently decided to enable her, so as far as Sierra was concerned, she stood unopposed… or, well, lay unopposed, given that her belly was so colossal that any attempt at doing anything other than rolling on top of it would be a futile effort at the best of times. Then again, she didn’t need anything else; in fact, she had her belly, and that was all that mattered in the end: her belly, huge, vast, becoming even larger with each hiccup, turning more rounded the further the mega-evolution came to be. It was her best asset, the best part of her, and as soon as it, along with the rest of her, came to be enveloped in a blinding white light, it would soon be a blessing given freely to everyone on the planet; all they had to do was look up and watch, and they would soon see the Latias’ gut looming over them, replacing the sky and the horizon with such thorough efficiency that, really, no one would even miss the Sun at all! At the end of the day, Sierra could use her powers to light up her triangle markings and use that as a replacement, a thought that drove her so maddeningly close to the edge that it was a wonder she didn’t cross it; alas, her mind had better things to worry about, such as suddenly having a whole lot more Sierra to go around, forcing an already overtaxed brain to have to handle such a wild increase in sensory input that it was entirely unsurprising that the Latias would feel lightheaded after just a few seconds. For her mega-evolution, in sharp contrast to most others, was not a rapid affair; not only was Sierra already massive to begin with, thus leading to her mega-evolved form needing to be proportionally gargantuan, but she was feeding the process directly using her powers, turning what should have been a straightforward jump in size and power into something of a metamorphosis, where her true divine self made its way out of the mental pit it was hiding in now that it had a chance to impose itself upon the world. For Emily and Kitty, stuck staring at it while it happened, the process looked to be little more than one final growth spurt; even the larger feline, who should have known better, failed to pick up on the more godlike aspects of it, figuring that the whole thing was just an accidental energy discharge and nothing else. Emily couldn’t have guessed that, in just over the course of a single minute, Sierra would go from her already-colossal state to such an immense size that neither the demi-goddess cat nor her precious little consort would be able to tell just what they were looking at… mostly because both of them were buried underneath a tiny fraction of the Latias’ belly, surrounded on all sides by so much warm, soft pudge that they almost instantly fell unconscious from pure stimulation alone. It was an invitation, in a way; Sierra was telling them that they were safe, that they could close their eyes and just be, and she’d take over the rest. The giantess was letting them know that she was now in charge, and as a merciful goddess, a true and ascended divinity who no longer cared to prefix herself with a demi- descriptor, she would take good care of the whole planet. She was, after all, becoming big enough to hold it safely within the warmth of her gut; it didn’t take a lot of time for the gravitational dance between herself and the planet to shift, with their homeworld starting to orbit around Sierra rather than her being stuck on its surface. Granted, this did require swatting the Moon away, but the tiny rock was hardly necessary anyway; the Latias could just keep the tides going, the rotation in its proper state, by sheer virtue of her power having been unleashed. As she found herself being almost pulled into outer space, her form no longer capable of being on the planet anymore, what Sierra saw underneath her was her dominion: the planet and all its people, all of its animals and plants, every inch of its surface, both underwater and not, was hers by right. Only she had ever achieved a level of power grand enough to loom over the entire world, only she had every truly ascended to a divine state; Emily might’ve had the potential for it, but the cat clearly didn’t want that responsibility, or else they would’ve drank some of their own milk at some point in the point. No, the cat had given her that gift, which could only mean that they had chosen her to be the guardian god for their shared homeworld… at least, that’s how Sierra chose to interpret the sequence of events that led to her growing so much that her belly alone was the size of the planet she had just left, with the rest of her body becoming long enough that she could easily wrap herself around the equatorial line (or could’ve, if her belly wasn’t in the way). It only made sense that she had been chosen to do that job, that she had been ordained by fate (with some help from Emily) to transcend the life of a mere mortal and become something greater; after all, who else but her could literally take the whole world in her wings and invite it over to snuggle against her rotund gut? Who else but her had the power to keep said world from disintegrating when she did so, keeping the tidal forces produced by her immense mass from tearing the planet apart, or the physical contact from smashing it into pieces? It was her plaything, yes, but it was also her charge, and Sierra would be damned before she let any harm come to that world or the many tiny ones on it, not the least of which because Emily was still down there somewhere. Their presence was faint, but it was still clearly there, still on the same island where the two of them had met what felt like aeons prior; the feline was so miniscule, so… insignificant. Sierra didn’t want to think of them in those terms, but it was supremely difficult to ignore just how much Emily wasn’t living up to their potential; she had, after all, helped the Latias achieve a state of true goddesshood, so why was she still down below, still tiny, still so weak? Why wasn’t she big, bigger, biggest even, using her own contained power to become all that she could be? As much as Sierra enjoyed the notion of being the supreme protector of her homeworld, the fact of the matter was that Emily was the one mainly responsible for her own ascension, leaving the Latias feeling dreadfully lonely now that she knew she had a peer somewhere on that planet she was smushing against her belly, yet a peer that didn’t want to join her for some reason. Wouldn’t it be far better if the two of them were just as massive as one another? Wouldn’t it be so much more transcendent of an experience if both demi-goddesses dropped the prefix and lived exactly as they should, bathing in the endless wellspring of divine power that flowed from within them? Sierra certainly thought so, and Emily should as well; in fact, the Latias wasn’t going to float there and let Emily sit around and do nothing, unwilling to reap the benefits from their grand work. No, the planet-sized giantess was going to make damned sure that Emily knew what she was feeling, by abusing the mental link between the two to overload the feline with but a fraction of the total sensations coursing through her body at the time. It was a brutish method, lacking any sort of sophistication… but it worked. Down below, still on the island, holding onto Kitty like a plush toy while staring up at an incomprehensibly huge Latias, Emily felt the giantess’ touch; she felt her mind, probing into hers, opening up a back channel to flood her own brain with enough information that, for a brief moment, Emily wasn’t even Emily anymore… until, of course, she wrenched control of herself back from the onslaught, now possessed of a new goal, one born from that moment of dissociation where the cat goddess got to experience what it was like to be at the top of their game. Sierra thought that they were big? She would show them what big was.

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Title: The New Rudolph? by Desert Mutt Tags: Character Development, Generation Gap, Male, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Reindeer, Teenager "Rudolph Rothafur!" An old goat called out from his position at the podium, turning to face the far end. Rudy licked his lips, feeling his stomach flutter with nervousness. Stepping up onto the stage, he walked across it. He tried to ignore the crowd that was watching. Smiling as best he could, he reached out to take the diploma and shake the principal's hand, shaking it. Holding it up, he posed so his parents, wherever they were, could take a picture of him graduating from high school. Taking his seat, he already started to feel bored. The only thing he could do was sit and wait for the graduation ceremony to end. Shifting in his seat, he looked through the crowd, trying to catch sight of his family. With thousands of student graduating, it was no easy task. After all the names were called and the final congratulatory speech was given, Rudy, as well as the rest of the former students, threw the cap in the air. He made sure he could keep an eye on it so he could retrieve it. Bending over to pick it up, he felt someone behind him. Turning around, powerful arms grabbed the reindeer and a kiss was placed on his mouth. "See you tomorrow," the wolverine said, "maybe we can have some alone time for a proper goodbye, again." She gave a wide grin and winked before turning and walking off, leaving Rudy still a little caught off guard. He felt a throb of excitement and soreness at the comment and the memories of their alone time from last night. Giving his head a shake, he brought himself back to the present. Moving with the crowd, he headed out to mix with the crowd and look for his family. There were a lot of other graduates and families surrounding him, and it was a large building. "There you are," a voice said to his left. Grinning, the young male turned to face his grandfather leading the way with Rudy's parents and sister not far behind. Pushing through the crowd, the young reindeer gave his grandfather a hug. The others joined in, trapping Rudy in the middle of a group hug. "Glad you made it grandpa," the young buck said as he pulled back from the hug. "Of course," the grandfather responded, "You think my oldest grandchild, my namesake, would graduate and I would miss it?" "Alright," the mother called out, "Let's get a picture of the three generations of Rothafur bucks together. Gar, you stand in the middle. Rudy, hold up your degree." All of the males got where they were told, smiling brightly as their picture was taken. "If you don't mind," the older reindeer said, "I would like young Rudolph here to drive me back to your place. There's something special I want to talk to him about." Not getting any argument, the five of them started for the parking lot. Rudy's parent and sister went to their car, while he went to his grandfather's. "Wait." Rudy stopped, turning to look at the older buck, "Did you say you wanted ME to drive you back?" Grinning, Rudolph reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys. He took a hold of his grandson's wrist with one hand, setting the keys in the young buck's palm with the other. Saying nothing else, the older buck turned and started walking toward the passenger side. "But," the young male blinked in confusion, "But this is a classic car. You said that you and Grandma got it the first Christmas after you were married. This thing is older than DAD and you want me to drive it?" "You have your license," the older reindeer replied, "and it might be yours someday. Now hurry up and unlock the doors. I'm starting feel a little sore from standing here." Still confused, Rudy unlocked the door and climbed in. Reaching across, he unlocked the passenger side door to let his grandfather in. The two were quiet as the car started up and began to pull out of the spot. The younger reindeer let out a sigh as it looked like they were going to be stuck in the parking lot for a while. "You know the song 'Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer?'" the older reindeer asked. "Don't remind me!" Young Rudy rolled his eyes, letting out a groan. "Between getting your nose and having the same name, a lot of cubs would sing that all year long to tease me about it." His grip tightened on the wheel as he remembered the taunting tone as classmates repeated the song over, and over, and over again. "Well," the older reindeer took a deep breath, "the song is actually about me. I was actually the Rudolph who took the lead of Santa's sleigh on a cold night that was unusually cloudy and foggy." He stopped talking as he listened to the laughter. "That's a good one. You are the same Rudolph as the one that pulled Santa's sleigh. That's hilarious. And why aren't you laughing?" He blinked at his grandfather and raised an eyebrow. "You can NOT be serious." "I am very serious," Rudolph responded. Leaning back, he let out a sigh. His head faced forward, but the buck's eyes grew glassy as his mind started travelling back through his memories. "When I was a fawn I was often teased for my red-nose, as the song said. Never really got to play with the others that lived around me. Fortunately there was a large forest for me to explore and run through. I was pretty quick and great at navigating the woods. It was not long before I could travel through there and get to any part of it faster than any other reindeer. "I think when I was sixteen, it rained much more than usual and we didn't get much snow. We were actually getting fog, and lots of it. One afternoon I come home and find that we have company. I was introduced to Dasher and Dancer, talked to them and got to know them for a while. I talked to them about what all the time I spent in the woods, and how well I knew it. They even asked me about my nose. Not in a mean way mind you, but with sincere curiosity. "Finally they told me why they were there, for me. It seems that Santa was expecting things to be very foggy and hard to navigate. However, there was supposed to be a reindeer with the special talents needed to get through it. So he sent them out to find, well, me." The honk of a car horn caused Rudy to jump in his seat. The space in front of him was clear, allowing him to pull out and start driving down the road. He had been so caught up in listening to his grandfather's story that he had not paid attention to traffic. He watched the road, still thinking about what his grandfather just told him. "If what you're saying is true," he finally said, "and I'm not saying it is, then that would mean you are over a hundred years old. Like what? One and a half? Two? Definitely not in your seventies." "So long as you are one of Santa's reindeer you are as ageless as Santa Claus," the older buck replied. "If you agree to work for him, you get a small portion of the Christmas Magic that he has. As a result you are made immortal." "So why did you quit?" Rudy asked, trying to look at his grandfather while keeping his eyes on the road at the same time. He watched as Rudolph gave a wistful smile. "I met your grandmother. She was young and sweet and I fell in love with her almost instantly. After dating a while, we decided we want to spend the rest of our lives together and have children. So I let Santa and the others know it was my last run, did one last Christmas then resigned. That spring I married Cecilia and the following Christmas, got this car as a gift from the old wolf and the other reindeer." He gave the dashboard a gentle pat. Rudy blinked at his glanced at his grandfather while continuing to drive. The young reindeer adjusted his grip on the wheel and chewed his lip. He tried to pay attention to what was going on around him, but a part of him kept thinking about what he had just been told. "I haven't believed in Santa Claus in eight years," he finally said, "and now you're telling me that not only is he real, but you've actually worked for him. Why are you sharing all this with me? Why now?" "I ran into Comet not too long ago, talked to him a while. We discussed how things have changed and how things currently were. He mentioned that they never found someone to replace me. I was thinking that since you were so much like me when I joined up that I thought it might be something you would like to do." "Me?" Rudy asked in surprise, "Why would they want me? I may have the red nose, but it doesn't actually glow. Besides I've never pulled a sleigh or led anything. I would probably get everyone lost." "The magic amplifies certain abilities reindeers already have," Rudolph responded, "My nose didn't actually glow until I agreed to it. You also are in great shape from years of being on the track team. As for getting lost let me ask something. Did you drive to the graduation?" "No. Dad drove." "Did you pay attention to where you were going?" "No. I was mostly texting my friends about how I would be there soon and see them before we went to sit down." "Have you ever been out there before?" "No." "So," Rudolph asked, "If you have never been out there and did not pay attention, how were you able to drive home without getting lost?" The older reindeer held up his hand, pointing out the windshield. It took Rudy a moment to realize his grandfather was right. The young buck had been driving partially distracted, and was now on the street they actually lived on. Giving his head a shake, he pulled into the driveway and realized that he had gotten here before his parents. Putting it in park, he shut off the engine and sat there. "You have months to decide on the matter," his grandfather said softly, "but I think it would be something you would actually enjoy." Reaching over, he took the keys. The older reindeer opened the door and stepped out, letting out a small groan. "Grandpa?" Rudy asked, "If you liked it so much, why don't you do it again? With Grandma past and Dad grown up with me and Darla, why don't you get in touch with them and take start guiding the sleigh again?" He turned and looked at his grandfather curiously. "I'm too old now." He gave a shake of his head. "The magic keeps you from aging, but it cannot make you younger. The age you are when you join is the age you are when you leave. If I join, I'll be this age with all the aches and pains." "I need some time to take this in." Rudy stepped out of the car, locking and shutting the door. "When Mom and Dad come home, can you tell them that I went for a walk or something?" "Of course," the older reindeer said with a nod, "Just be sure to be home in time for supper." Walking around the car, he gave his grandson a firm hug and pat on the back. Giving one more smile, Rudolph turned and headed for the porch. After watching his grandfather go inside, Rudy turned away from the house and started for the sidewalk. His mind reeled and spun with all he had been told. It was such a strange story and seemed like a lot to take in. More so since it was on a day where he had reached a major milestone in growing up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cellphone. Clicking the first number, he held it up to his ear and listened to it ring until someone picked up. "Hey it's me," he said, "I know we were supposed to get together tomorrow, but do you think you can get away for a while? I really need someone to talk to about some stuff."

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Title: Changes [rewrite] by Nixs Tags: Character Development, M/M, Shower, Skunk Changes I looked up towards the building in front of me. Words could only try to describe its height compared to what I'd been used to in the outskirts of London. I counted the stories and lost count as I was jostled by all the bust furs going about their business. Their main business at this time was getting out of the building. I saw the people bustling inside the multitude of levels. It was done in red sandstone brick unlike back home where any colour other than white or cream was frowned upon by neighbours. Humans were a fickle bunch like that I thought to myself. My eyes were then drawn to a large metal sign that glistened when the sun hit it. On it were the letters F.A.P. and underneath that the explanation of the letters. "Gotta love the lunch time rush" chuckled Theorca as people greeted him and the other, giving me a quick once over. I caught a wink or two from some of the furs there, both male and female and those in between. A slight crunching sound came from behind me so I turned to see the avian get off from a top the dusty van. Scarleth flew over me, Raven and Theorca. "Well shall we go inside now?" He asked our little troupe. As the others walked towards the entrance I looked around this new area, and why not? I'd never travelled out of Europe before. Furthest journey was Turkey. Enjoyable as it was sleeping in a dog basket is not as cool as it may sound reader. There were a few newly built shops and a small park area with a fountain either side of the F.A.P. headquarters. Other than that there was a small factory and a rundown power plant. Further on I could see a training ground and beyond that mountains and desert as far as I could see. I looked down at the floor, terracotta tiles that were dusty from prevailing winds from the desert like surroundings. I saw a drop of liquid and looked up. The drop being my sweat. I hadn't noticed it before but Australia was incredibly hot. Don't get me wrong. Of course it was hot but it only hit my once I was aware of it. No clouds except in the horizon, sun scorching down upon me. "How come this place hasn't been discovered by humans?" I said to no one in particular. A voice replied from behind me. "Well as you can see there's a seemingly derelict power plant there. It's actually completely operational and powers the whole complex here." He said as I turned to see him point his tail around the local area. "Lights, heating , water purification, sanitation. You name it, it's powered by that building over there." He said, jabbing his thumb at the dilapidated building in the distance. "Well the leader of this here place got a rumour spread that the power plant was leaking nuclear radiation. So the humans sent in a survey team, which he persuaded by some means to sympathise with us just wanting to be left alone here. Anyway, this survey team told the government that it was indeed leaking radiation and suggested an area of two-hundred miles should be kept as a perimeter for the next two-hundred years at least. There was something about half lives or some other but that's when I zoned out from Theorca's explanation. Really bright guy and a bit of a charmer when he tries. You be careful of him mate." He winked as he said the last part. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks" "Well shall we go inside now?' Came an imitation from Raven who was standing at the entrance. I saw the wing come swiftly as it clipped him. I smirked as I jogged to join up with the group rubbing Ravens head as I got there. "Well shall we go inside now?" I said, grinning at Scarleth as I did. He just sighed and we walked in together. The cool air washed over me like a sea of ice. Blissful. I felt the sweat almost freeze on my neck. I flicked my hair with my hand to remove the all too chilled moisture. Stepping forward more I felt the temperature rise again. As nice as the outside looked with its water fountains it was nothing in comparison to the charm the inside of F.A.P. headquarters had. There were armed guards on the inside of the door and the corridor seemed to reach out forever with multiple doors along each side. Each of them had a different colour light to their top, almost futuristic but at the same time modern in design. The floor was cool marble and a slight smell of cinnamon flowed through the air. The doors were made of silvery metal and different furs kept on passing between the doors. Each wearing one of four coloured coats, some white, others grey, with some in blue and the others red. "And I thought London was busy" I muttered to myself One of the furs in a grey overcoat walked out of a door and made her way over to us. "Hi I'm Jane" said the deer in a slightly bouncy voice. "I'm Nick" I said as I offered her my hand. She shook it with her own, smiling down at me with her sweet smile. Really rather a nice smile, almost made me want to hug her right there. "I'm here to take you on a tour of the place before you become a fur like us. Have to say I don't think I have seen a skunk around here before." "Well kid, we're off now. We've got other stuff to do." "Take care mate." "We'll see you around later" With that Theorca, Raven and Scarleth walked off into different corridors. Jane walked forward seemingly unaware of the others furs who just seemed to pass either side of her. I walked behind her through the crowd who didn't show me the same respect, jostled and tossed like a rag doll is how I felt. At least they were polite though. "Pardon me" "Sorry" and the like where uttered as I complained from the wave of furs crowding past me. "Well, you probably saw, we have quite the spiffy building here. Fifty stories of fine building." She gave the wall a hearty slap with her hand. As she did this, a look of surprise was on her face when her hand went right through the concrete as it just crumbled around her. She shook the extra crumbs off her fingertips and kept walking. I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I saw this happen. I had seen him coming from behind, in between being manhandled by the busy furs shoving past me in their hurried ways. He had wheeled it into place and moved along with her, mind elsewhere as she was. "Damn you Frank!" She said as she composed herself "I'll get that janitor back yet." She huffed before dusting her hands off. It was an amazing set up and as soon as she said those words he scampered off, leaving the trolley and 'wall' behind. She sighed again "Gingerbread as well. My weakness. Care for a piece?" She said as she broke of a chunk and offered me some. I declined and we moved onwards as she nibbled on it tentatively. "The top most five stories are where we house all our radio and satellite equipment for surveillance of all the world's news. For the next twenty levels we have the sleeping quarters of all the employees here. The next five are for our weapon research and development. This is where we house some firing ranges for those who want to let of some steam or to improve their game. We'll be going here first to see how you handle some of our weapons." She said, pointing to a large and colourful map by the side of the lift we had walked to. The two of us walked into the elevator with curved doors. Inside all the sides were made of highly polished metal, chrome most likely. Jane walked over to a small console to the right of the door. "Jane Doe. Requesting use of lift with guest." "Please provide key card and retinal scan for identification" spoke a digitised female voice from above us. Jane took a small clear key card from her shirt pocket and placed it in a slot as she lowered her head down lifting her ass slightly wiggling her tail. It was too inviting, almost like she wanted me to look at it. I fell for the temptation and I took a quick glance at the first female backside I'd seen in a long time. So pert and round, yet with the slight give you want with one. When she came back up, flicking her blond hair backwards, I straightened up quickly and flashed her a small smile as she looked at me, doing the same. 'I wonder if she knows'. I remember thinking to myself as we stood there as the computer processed her information. "Access granted" Came the reply after a few seconds. "Floor twenty please, computer" said the doe. The doors proceeded to close and after a few seconds opened up again. I kept on looking at her and finally mustered up the courage as she shook her backside so enchantingly for me. "Sorry to sound forward and all but you're really hot." She giggled, as I blushed profusely at the line, and replied "So are you kid. I'd have pounced you immediately if it wasn't against our rules here. No yiffing humans. Don't want to catch a disease or something like that. The chemicals in the air wont do anything in the furious sweat filled antics of the bedroom or elevator...or wherever it would be." She cleared her throat and readjusted her collar. It was her turn to blush this time as she already seemed to have plans for me. "Once you're a skunk give me a call." She winked at the last part, licking her lips as she eyed me all over. I felt something harden downstairs, ohh yes. We walked along the corridor until she beckoned me inside a yellow toped door. Inside it were a few other furs each firing different weapons at targets on the range. "This is one of the many firing ranges we have here at F.A.P. Some furs like to soak and others like to shoot...go figure. As you can see there is no ear protection as our bullets are engineered so that the noise emitted when fired is at four hundred thousand hertz so none of the furs here can hear them." She went to a gun rack as I walked into an empty booth. When she returned she handed me a dual hip holster, a berretta and a magnum. I put the guns into the holster making sure the safety was on for each. Gun safety kids, remember it. "The numbers on the side are the recoil potential indexes" She said suddenly. "That berretta is the weakest we have here, it's a p-10. Take a couple of shots with it.' I took aim after taking off the safety and fired a few rounds. There was quite a bit of recoil from the gun. I finished the magazine and pressed a button to return my sheet. "One heart, two groin, one shoulder, three chest and two head. Very nice shooting" she said as she leaned into my ear "I like a man who doesn't fire blanks" . I blushed as I put the safety back on and swung the gun round my finger. Ohh yes, I was the man. I took out the magnum noticing it had a p-9 rating. I adopted a two hand stance with my legs spread slightly wider than my shoulder length and with my left leg slightly back to counter the offset of the gun in my hands. I took aim at the centre of a target one hundred feet away and fired. I flew backwards through the air landing against a wall with a loud thud. I opened my eyes to find myself against the wall with splintered wood and guns spilled on the floor. "Damn that's a powerful gun" I said as I looked up and saw Jane standing over me. She offered a paw to me and as she pulled me up she said. "You'll find that as a human you can't take the power of our guns easily. As a fur however you should be able to go down to at least p-4. The ones lower than that are usually only found on our aviation mechs." I pressed the button for returning the target to find the bullet had gone right between the eyes of the picture. "At least it was a good shot" I laughed as I dusted myself off, glimpsing her furry breasts as I did so. "Let's go see the mechs now. I think they're a wonderful invention and I hope you do too." She said in her bubbly voice. We went back to the elevator and made our way to the twenty fifth floor. When we walked out of the lift I expected to see a corridor with side rooms where small androids would be. Instead the whole five stories up was taken up by row upon row of mechs. All had the shape of anthro furs. I saw a row of fox mechs, dragon mechs and numerous others. A tech wearing a blue over coat came up to us. "Say, what's your favourite colour?" asked the badger as he lifted up his cap, scratching his forehead with a spanner. "Blue." I replied as he ran off to work on a mech in the corner. "Don't mind him. He seems half crazy but he does a bang up job. Every one of these mechs are serviced by him. Amazing really." "It sure is Ms. Doe" I said, viewing the surroundings, watching the people waxing their mechs and taking off parts to add different ones instead. The smell of benzene was rampant in the air, or at least a compound of that wonderful chemical. Chemistry was my favourite subject because of the smells I have to say. But I digress. "It takes a while to learn how to pilot one of these mechs and each employee here gets their own mech. Assuming they want one of course. Nagas for example tend not to like flying mechs." She scanned the room for a moment and then pointed over to a corner. "That's what he's working on. Over there. It'll be yours in a few weeks." I looked in amazement at the 20ft high mech. "You mean one of these will be mine in less than a month?" "Yep" she giggled "I'll show you mine if you would like?" She said coyly as she moved onwards. As we went over to Jane's mech I saw her. She stood at roughly two meters. A blue Dragoness, standing proud. She had a pair of blue wings with the inside part of the wings light blue, her chin and neck light blue as well and as she turned to walk past me I saw those red eyes. I was in love. I knew it immediately I saw those red eyes. She winked as she passed me. I just stared back like a love struck fool, being as I was exactly that...well minus the fool part probably. Jane pulled my arm as she walked me towards her mech, breaking me from the trance that the dragoness had held over me. A flaw to my character that a few other dragonesses would see eventually if you care to read the rest of my stories. For such a bubbly girl it was a stark contrast to her. The outside was matt black with a giant sword in the back. She looked over to me and put on her flight helmet which was also dark black. When she flipped down the visor it was as if a whole new person was there before me. We climbed into the cockpit as she explained the details of her craft. "This helmet enables me to control the mech like a V.R. machine. So if I move my arm it moves its arm. I scratch my rump, it does the same. Always fun when you see someone get a wedgie whilst flying" She laughed "Damn kick ass technology. I can't turn it on since we don't have time . Once you get your own we'll train together. How's that sound?" "Pretty damn fantastic. How about we play for forfeits then?" I winked as I said it. She giggled and nodded. I looked around the cockpit to see the rest of the hanger through the wide front screen. There were no visible flight controls such as buttons or levers as you would expect but there was a rack of hand held guns to the left hand side with values ranging from p-10 to p-4. Once back outside again we looked at the aft of her mech where I saw a little name tag on it. Written on the tag in silver letters was Jane Doe. I looked up to see the glistening blade above me in its sheath. "All of those who choose to have swords get the finest blades. This one was turned five thousand times and is a true beauty to handle. Say Nick would you prefer to have a sword or a gun as your backup weapon?" I thought for a while, thinking of all the fun having two weapons would be then thought of the ninja option with the sword. "I'd like a kick ass sword please" I said "Black with a gold hilt'". "We'll see what we can do" She said softly As we left the hanger my thoughts went back to the dragoness with the red eyes. "Who was that dragoness back there?" I asked Jane. "Andrea Dragonheart" she replied. Very nice girl once you get to know here but she shies away from most other furs. "Over here are the p-3 guns I told you about...". We went over to a store room which had a few blue coated furs in it. On the many shelves were various machine parts and at the top the main weapons. We climbed up ladders to the top container and she opened it up. Inside was a single weapon about six feet long and one foot in diameter. It looked so damn hardcore in its matt black finish and the trigger made from what looked like silver. "This thing can blast a hole in pretty much anything that's un-armoured or armored. It makes three inches of metal look like three inches of paper. It can also be set to an E.M.P. blast in cases when we are rescuing someone. It's so powerful yet annoyingly costly. Use the E.M.P and the weapon is fucked after that. Better hope you've got a gun in those kind of situations, back up one that is. I heard a small buzzing sound coming from her jean pocket. She took out a small mobile and talked a bit before placing it back in her pocket. "Nick they're ready for you downstairs in the lab area." We went back to the now familiar elevator and proceeded down to the ground floor. "Someone else will escort you there as I have other business to attend to. Wait here until they show up, okay?" I nodded and sat in a chair, waiting patiently. Five minutes later a familiar orca came up and taped me on the shoulder. "Hiya Theorca" I said as I turned around. He was still wearing the Hawaiian shirt but had switched for khaki shorts and black sandals. He also had a cocktail in one hand, something he would be seen with more and more. "Hi Nick. Were ready for you in the labs if you want to walk this way." I followed him down the corridor as we took lefts and rights before finally reaching a door with a light blue top. "So what do you want to be called as your skunk form?" He said as I stood there before him, sipping on his drink and obviously enjoying it. "Nixs. N I X S." I spelled it out to him. "We should have an I.D. card ready for you within a week. We're lazy sods really" He chuckled. We entered the blue topped door which slid open as we approached it. Inside the room was a large bed with clothes on it. There was a small bathroom off to the left, light blue drapes adorned the windows. "Take a shower before the doctor comes for you. Those clothes have been tailored especially for you. You'll find others under the bed in various designs that you'll be used to" When he left I had a look around my surroundings. Outside the window I saw the training grounds with furs shooting rifles and rolling around in mud. I went to the shower and began running it as I undressed. I put on a towel, lovely and warm from the radiator where it had been placed. I heard a knock at the door. "Come in." I said. The door opened and around it popped a furry black wolf with blue eyes wearing a silver earring on his left ear. "Raven!" I exclaimed as I felt myself bulge at the sight of him. "What brings you here?" "Well I"m your doctor of course. Not just a pretty face I'll have you know" He looked down and saw the slow bulge. "Now on doctor's orders I think we should do this." He moved forward and wrapped his arms around my shoulders as we kissed. "I've wanted you since the van, Nick. I know it sounds strange but I had to have you. "Don't say another word Raven" I leaned back into the kiss as I began to unbutton his black shirt, then his trousers. As I pulled them down my towel slipped off revealing myself to be very ready. Hearing the sound of running water I moved us back to the shower all the while kissing passionately. I reached my hands behind him hugging his feel against me. I scratched in between his ears feeling the unbelievable softness of his fur as he began to kiss me slowly caressing my back with his paws. Slowly tentatively he slid his arms down my back as he lowered himself kissing down my chest. He stopped at my crotch and slowly nuzzled my undercarriage occasionally giving them a sly lick with his rough tongue. Each time he did so I let out a slight moan. He brought his paw around me and started to work a finger inside me loosening me up. I moaned slightly at the touch. He kissed the tip then caressed from the base up to the end with his tongue, slowly spiralling it around my shaft. He repeated this for a while then pursed his lips around my base forming a tight seal. He began slowly moving forwards and backwards causing me to thrust into him. He quickened his pace in response to my actions. "Damn this is ... so good Raven" I moaned quietly, as a whisper. Raven continued at his fast pace until I felt my body buckle as I released myself into his open maw where it mixed with the shower water. He drank it all down then turned me around and whispered into my ear "Now it's my turn" I felt him hard against my back as he slid downwards until he found the entrance. He placed his hands gently under my legs, spreading them slightly, as he slid inside me slowly. He pushed against the tightness of my body, forcing himself deeper inside me. When he was fully sheathed inside me he moved his hands to my front and slowly stroked up and down my shaft with feathery touches. As he did this he gently pulled himself from me leaving just his tip in. I could feel the heat coming of him as he suddenly thrust into me, hard and fast forcing a small gasp from me each time. The sound of flesh pounding flesh punctuated every thrust of his body as he filled me up each time. Each delicious thrust forced sounds from my throat. Ohh the elation I felt as he moved inside me, over me, through me as he took me like a wild animal. He turned me around and hoisted me up onto his strong but not muscular legs. I straddled him again and as I slipped back down his member I wrapped my legs around his back. His relentless pounding building up inside me a mighty climax. "You ready for this kid? It's gonna be quite a big load" "Fill me up then" I managed to stagger out as I held back trying to last. Somehow he quickened his pace and I saw the look of concentration on his face as he slowed suddenly before taking one final thrust. As I leant forward to kiss him it hit me. It was like someone had punched my insides with a fist of water as he filled me with his hot seed. The force caused me to come all over his chest. I felt him wiping himself and myself down with a towel after my head had cleared. As I leaned into his chest, eyes closed I felt something prick my arm. "Rest good kid. You were amazing" was the last thing I heard as darkness washed over me. I woke up on my back. My least favourite position. I felt horrible, I ached all over especially down at the bottom of my back. I rolled over to my right and felt the pressure release from lower down. "Ahh that's soooo much better" I sighed in relief. I put a hand under the covers with my eyes still closed. Then I felt it. Something warm and floofy. "Holy Jesus what are these god damn animals?" I said as I pulled the covers away and jumped from the bed. I opened my eyes, still groggy from what Raven had given me last night, and looked over to the bed. There was nothing in it or on it other than the covers. I went over to the bathroom to get a drink to clear the fog from my head. I pulled a glass from the cabinet and washed it out a few times before checking it with my still weary eyes, like a bad handover but worse was how I was feeling. As I put the glass of water to my lips I closed the cabinet door and saw it in the mirror. A face. My face, but not my face. I was looking out but the body was not mine. I dropped the glass, clattering in the back of my head as a far away sound. It was no longer the face of a carefree teenager but that of an animal... a skunk no less. I reached a hand up to the face, feeling it was covered with baby soft fur. A white patch of fur running past my eyes on either side. I looked at myself without the mirror to the base of the fingers where the fur melded into a slightly furry skin. I went to the double mirror in the corner and saw the white stripes beginning at the middle of my shoulder before making a run down my tail splitting into two at the top of my floofy tail. I waggled it a bit, getting used to having it way going to take some time. I felt off balance constantly as I walk around, after all I now had this extra weight behind me. I looked slightly down as I looked ahead to see my skunk hood. A full eight inches I guessed. "No longer a grower but a shower" I grinned as I said it. "Having fun in there are we?" came an unfamiliar voice. "Ahh a girl'" I said '"Don't come in I"m naked'" I heard a giggle and placed a towel around my waist as I walked into my bedroom. It was empty. I went to the base of the bed and pulled out some nice looking clothes, having closed the door which the intruder had left wide open. I had had a peek around and, seeing the corridor was full of people decided to close it quicker than normal, slamming it by mistake and wincing at the noise. "Sorry" I said as I unclenched my face. Really does make you silly when you slam a door by mistake. I dressed myself with the clothes that suited me, namely a Hawaiian shirt and denim jeans. Then a new pair of trainers as my feet had grown slightly bigger and had become covered in silky fur as well. I was grateful and rather surprised that they had found the same make as my previous and battle worn trainers. I laced them up and made the bed again, being as I am a cultured skunk, then walked out of the door to see if I could find any of my acquaintances. End of part two

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The Machine 6: Frog Toes Kimmy wiggled her long toes. “Isn’t it cool?” Mary gave an incredulous look at her friend. The long strange webbed digits waved in the air, faintly green, and certainly not human. “I guess.” She said as flatly as she could. “Aww, come one, it’s awesome!” Kimmy slid her feet under her and took a crouched pose that emulated the amphibian she resembled through her mutations. Her hips swelled in the position, and her bottom stuck out behind her in a manner Mary considered rather lewd. “I can’t believe you did that” Mary wasn’t on board with her friend’s decision to make her 18th birthday gift to herself a new pair of feet, and knowing her, probably more. Kimmy threw a pillow at Mary. “Oh, quit being so stuffy, you’d like it if you tried it.” “I’ll pass. I like my feet the way they are.” Not strictly true, Mary hated her feet, but if she did anything it would be to make them daintier, not larger, let alone webbed. “Sure, that’s why you stuff them in those old combat boots all the time.” Kimmy stuck her tongue out at Mary and hopped up on the bed in a smooth move from the floor. Mary had to admit watching her friend’s effortless bounce was impressive. Kimmy’s thighs, always impressive form her years of soccer, swimming, and dance, were now massive. The muscles bunched under the denim fabric, threatening to split the blended stretch with their force. Each motion sending ripples across them. “Can you even walk now?” Mary asked, watching Kimmy settle onto the bed in a more humanlike pose, one leg draped over the edge of the bed. “Um, yeah.” Kimmy retorted. She slowly dropped the other leg down off the bed and levered herself up on the wide pads of her toes, her heels well into the air. She stumbled a bit, her first few steps tentative and unsteady. Her hips just didn’t seem to want to move that way anymore. “Okay, so not as well, but I’ll get used to it.” She conceded. “And never wear shoes again,” Mary snipped. “What about dance and soccer?” “So, what about them? I’m done with them. I’ve wanted to quit both for years.” Kimmy seemed pleased by the idea of ditching things that were filler for her college resume, and her mother’s ego. “I can still swim.” Mary eyed the legs again. “Yeah, but not on scholarship, you know the rules.” Kimmy shrugged, “I’ve got an academic scholarship anyway.” The exasperation in Mary’s voice was palpable. “Just, I don’t get it, why would you mess with your body like that?” “Because I can? Because it feels good? Because it’s fun? I don’t know, maybe just to piss off my parents a bit. Does it matter? Why’d you get that tattoo? It’s permanent too, you know.” Kimmy pointed at Mary’s hip, knowing that under her pants was a rather sexual tattoo that she’d gotten. Mary’s mother had been horrified when she’d finally seen it this summer at the beach when Mary’s swimsuit had ridden up just a little too high. “That’s private!” Mary objected loudly. “Then why do I know about it?” came the coy response. “Mary fumed as she searched for some answer, “Because you’re my roomie, and you’ve seen me naked, that’s why. Besides you were at the beach the day my mother saw it.” “Yeah, and I was there with you when you got it, too. I supported you. So, what’s the difference anyway? I just chose something a bit more visible.” Kimmy flopped back on the bed and wiggled her long green toes again, watching the skin stretching between them. She found it fascinating. “I… I don’t know, it’s just so weird.” Mary protested. Kimmy shrugged, “Look, I like it, so why do you care?” Mary didn’t have an answer. She just stormed out of the room and headed for the library with her bag. Kimmy knew she’d scored the win. Just as well, she wanted the room to herself for a while anyway. *** *** *** Kimmy listened to the door slam, more than a little annoyed at the lack of support from her roommate on this. She wanted to go after Mary and argue, but other things pressed on her mind, and with the room empty for a few hours she was going to deal with them. Her shirt came off easily, followed by her bra, but she struggled with her pants. Her massive thighs with their thick corded muscles gave her almost no room to wiggle out of them. Her feet weren’t much easier as her broad toes barely let the jeans slide over them, followed by her panties. Free of the pants, finally, she watched the ripple of the muscles under her skin, enjoying the feel of the strength they contained. Her calves were almost as defined, flowing down in the odd-looking frog foot that she adored. Five long toes flexed at her will, and she giggled as she watched the membrane of them shift and flex with each motion of her foot. It made her happy. Kimmy couldn’t wait to try out her new legs at the pool. She’d been a swimmer for years; it was the only thing she really loved. Now, she’d be able to swim faster and farther than anyone. Well, except Bethany. Kimmy frowned at the thought, remembering the news about Bethany. She’d used the machine just a week before, her body warped now to that of a buxom mermaid with the tail of a sailfish. Not that Kimmy had any idea what kind of fish that was, but Bethany had boasted about it being the fastest thing in the sea. Now Bethany had left, carted off from her family swimming pool in a net to be the buxom poster girl for some tropical resort. Officially they said lifeguard, but Bethany’s golden locks, colorful tail, and well, her giant boobs were obviously going to sell the resort. Kimmy tried not to be too jealous, but it was hard. Still, at least she could walk, something Bethany would never do again. As if to prove the point to herself, she took another hop back up on her feet and made a few unstable steps towards the shower. Half way there she gave up and let herself settle down into the frog like squat that seemed more natural to her now. Hopping was something she was still unused to, but she found it an interesting mode of locomotion. It was a very interesting change in her perspective. Once in the bathroom she pulled herself back up to get a good look in the mirror at her changes. From the waist up she looked much the same, with the noted exception of the greenish tinge to her skin around her areolas and nipples atop her small perky breasts. She’d debated getting larger breasts, it was common, but they would have just swung wildly with each jump or slowed her down in the water. So, her little perky b-cups stuck around. Not that she minded them, and they seemed constantly pokey after her transformation. It was around her hips that things really started to change. Her soft pale skin became even paler, an almost white spot forming on her lower abdomen and upper thighs, even as the rest of her legs and hips carried a soft greenish color. Given her natural light olivine coloration it wasn’t too bad a color shading, though she wondered if she should have just gone whole body with the look. The new skin was very prone to drying out though, and she had to use a lot of moisturizers now to keep from feeling dry or chaffing. She figured it was a small price to pay. Her hips had taken a lot of the changes, flaring outwards to accommodate the new muscles of her butt and thighs. Where her old legs had been just firm, the new ones would make a bodybuilder pause. It gave her a very bottom-heavy feel as she inspected the girth and the size of her ass. Granted, it was a fabulous ass, curving wonderfully with the spread of her hips. She wondered how she looked when she was in a squat. It must be the queen of all frog poses. Pulling herself away from the mirror she gave a wabbly step over to the shower. The water turned on with a hiss, and her goosebumps ran all over her body. Reaching down she slid her fingers over her soft, hairless mound, its pale skin split by a darker greenish color where her lips peaked out from inside. She’d been feeling the ache in it ever since her transformation. The tech had said it was normal, and had even offered to help relieve her. She’d resisted her urges and declined. Now she wondered why. She regretted that as the ache became a throb, the sound of the water alone stirring up her sex. It was starting to become demanding, needy. It was why she wanted the time alone; she was going to need it. Feeling the temperature reach a comfortable level she started to slide into the spray, but stopped just long enough to impulsively grab the small hand mirror for some additional exploration. The water felt wonderful on her new skin. Its soft patter easing her feeling of dryness as it cascaded down her shapely form. Kimmy figured she’d be showering a lot more than once a day now to keep her moisture levels up. Enjoying the sensation for a moment she turned back to the small mirror she’d carried in, letting herself explore her curves, now dripping wet, as she could with the little mirror. Dropping into a squat again she admired the curvature of her ass, then turned the view lower using the mirror to examine the spread of her butt cheeks, and the slight dangle of her dark green inner lips and they peaked out from her most intimate spots. “Oh, my God, I’m hot.” She said to herself, examining herself in a variety of poses in the shower. She hadn’t been completely aware of how exposed she was while hopping around, but her backside made sure anyone who saw her was going to get an eye full of firm, squeezable ass. She was particularly interested in the way her labia spread, parting as she squatted down, as if she were ready to take the next cock she hopped across. A wicked smile crept across her face as she pondered that. Biting her lip as she realized that was probably exactly what she wanted. A raw sexuality that screamed out to fuck her senseless. Her fingers probed downward, slipping between the fleshy walls of her outer folds, spreading them wider to reveal more of the dark greens that they hid, and finally to reach the pale pink tunnel that was already starting to tense in anticipation. Her imagination running wild as she dreamt of some guy coming to her like this, his cock rock hard. She would be ready as he would push her up against the wall, the cool tile against her nipples, her ass thrust back into him. He would press inward, his cock driving into her sensual frog pussy. In her mind she could feel every stroke, her body responding. Her fingers responded, swirling around her clit as the imaginary cock pressed her harder against the wall, her finger tips pulling and teasing her inner lips with abandon. Moans began to tumble from her throat as she let first one, then another, finger probe inward, filling her imagination’s need. The mirror slipped from her other hand, forgotten against the floor of the tub as she let her body press against the cool wall of the shower, down on her knees, her ass moving rhythmically as she steadily worked her hand in and out of her needy hole. She wanted more. She needed more. In her haze she looked for anything that could fill her. She fumbled with objects that she could reach, coming away with a slender but long bottle of shampoo. Her need was too much, she pushed the object inward against her walls. They gave way readily, greedily accepting this offering in lieu of her fingertips. The bottle went in, deeper and deeper, in and out it slid with her juices. She clutched and scrapped at the walls, trying to hold herself up, thrusting faster and faster with the bottle. Her moans turned to whimpers as her orgasm neared. Every moment felt like she needed another. Just one more to reached the top of that crest. She’d lost track of time, but her body didn’t care. It just needed more release as she squatted on the floor of the shower, barely aware. Her legs began to tremble, their thick muscles flexing with each wave of pleasure that rippled over her body. She panted with the exertion as water ran over her face. Choking slightly on the rivulets that she inhaled, she coughed. Slowly the waves of pleasure stopped crashing over her, her legs began to stop their shaking. She lay crumpled at the bottom of the shower, breathing hard, nose inches from the pooling water. She could still feel the bottle inside her, and she reached around to pull it out. Her lips gripped it, almost as if they wanted to deny her the ability to remove the object of pleasure, but still she managed. It popped free, leaving her to shudder and twitch one more time as her hole slowly closed its gape. The shower had lost all heat by now, but she didn’t notice or care. All she cared was that she was cool and damp, and at least somewhat satisfied. *** *** *** Mary returned hours later after fighting with Kimmy. Taking a deep breath before entering to make sure she was calm; she turned the knob on the door. There was no sign of Kimmy. Throwing her bookbag on her bed she heard the soft his of the shower. Knocking gently on the bathroom door. “Hey Kimmy, you okay, just wanted to say I’m sorry.” No answer came. She knocked again, Kimmy wouldn’t be so mad as to just ignore her, would she? “Kimmy-kins, are you okay?” Still no answer. “Kimmy, hey girl, are you alright?” A louder this time, her brow furrowed in concern. Silence. “Kimmy, if you don’t answer, I’m coming in.” Worry had crept into her voice now. There was no and Mary twisted the handle and entered, thankful Kimmy had left the door unlocked. There was no billow of steam from the bathroom, not even a puff. The air was clammy and cool. The hiss of the shower was the only sound. Mary snapped back the curtain and found her roommate lying on the floor of the tub, half curled up under the spray of the water. “Kimmy! Speak to me! Are you okay?” Mary snapped the valve off, and reached down to grab her roommate. Her head was barely out of the pooling water, her body chilly to the touch. Ignoring the strangeness of her friend’s new legs, Mary pulled her upright and into her arms, lifting her from the tub with a great heave. Kimmy’s eyes fluttered slightly, feeling the warmth of her friend’s skin against her own. She nuzzled into Mary’s damp shirt, groggy. “Is better than okay.” Her voice came out with a slur. Mary almost jumped as her friend’s face pressed into her bosom. “Oh, my God, girl, I thought you might be dead! What the hell were you doing scaring me half to death like that for?” “Sorry, it was just so good,” came the mumbled response. “What was so good?” Mary asked, wondering if she even wanted to know. “The water,” Kimmy started. “The water? You passed out under the water?” Mary said in shock, but interrupted by Kimmy’s soft touch on her lips with a long finger, silencing her. “…and the sex.” Kimmy finished finally with a sly sleepy smile. Mary looked down at her friend in her arms, then to the mess around the bathroom. Bottles lay everywhere from where Kimmy had knocked them over searching for the right bottle. That one lay rolling slowly in the receding drain water. The mirror lay on the floor of the tub. “Kimmy what have you been doing?” A giggle escaped Kimmy, “Getting off.” “Eww, Kimmy!” Mary screeched, almost dropping her groggy froggy roommate to the floor. Kimmy just giggled harder, “You really should try it, it’s amazing.”

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Title: Happy (Late) Birthday by HamPuppy Tags: Anal, Bunny, First Time, M/M, Oral, Virgin, Wolf Woooo! First story on Yiffstar. Please read, rate, and comment! You're comments are what will make me better! --- The cigarette burned brightly in the back of the club, the smoking tip a single point of light in an otherwise dark corner of the large room filled with dancing furs. Keevan, the light-grey wolf who was smoking said cigarette, looked at it distastefully. With a small cough he ground the cigarette out against the table he was sitting at, leaned back, and sighed. He was bored. "What a crappy birthday," Keevan muttered to himself. You see, today was the young wolf's 18th birthday, which so far had turned out to be less than ideal. He'd figured he'd have a fun night as a newly-made adult: buy his first pack of cigarettes (turns out he wasn't much a fan of them), go into an adult store for the first time (he wasn't much interested in that either, though), and of course, go to his first club. So here he was, in the back of a club he couldn't even remember the name of, watching all of the other furs dancing their hearts out, and having a terrible time. Finally, Keevan decided that he'd had enough. He threw his basically-full pack of cigarettes on the table (he figured he wouldn't make much of a smoker), stood up, and prepared to leave. As he was trying to nudge his way towards the exit through the numerous furs busy enjoying themselves, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He considered just ignoring it and continuing toward the exit, but in the end his curiosity won out, and he turned around. Keevan wasn't entirely prepared for what he saw when he turned to face whoever it was that had tapped his shoulder. Standing there in tight shorts that left little to the imagination, and an equally tight t-shirt, was a lightly-pink furred bunny. The bunny, whose hips were still moving slightly with the pounding bass that punctuated the atmosphere of the club, smiled and giggled. "Where are you goin' all sad like that, puppy?" One of the bunny's ears flopped down over his face and he shook his head to get it out of his way before giggling again. "Oh," said Keevan, slightly taken aback at being addressed as "puppy" by a strange bunny, "I was just, er, I was just leaving." Keevan began to turn around again when he felt the bunny's paw on his shoulder again. "Oh no you don't," the bunny giggled, "I haven't even seen you dance yet! Come on!" With this the bunny grabbed Keevan's paw and began dragging him out towards the middle of the dance floor. Keevan just let himself be dragged. He wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to respond to this strange bunny who was hauling him off to dance. Finally, as he and the bunny reached a suitably clear patch of dance floor, and the bunny turned towards him, Keevan decided he had to say something. "I, um, I don't really know how to dance," Keevan lamely protested. The bunny only giggled before grabbing Keevan's other paw. "Then let me show you! It's easy! You don't even really have to do anything." And just like that, they were dancing. The bunny moving and gyrating to the rythm and pulling Keevan helplessly along for the ride. As they danced, the bunny started asking him questions over the din of the music. "So, puppy, what's your name? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." "I'm, uh, I'm Keevan. And yeah, tonight's the first time I've ever been here. It's my 18th birthday today and I just figured I'd go to a club since I can get in now and all. Can't say it's been too great of an evening though" "Aww, come on puppy! You just haven't met the right people yet. I'm Tim, but everyone always calls me Tufts, on account of the tail." With this the bunny spun himself around and wiggled his fluffy tail at Keevan, who blushed. Keevan laughed nervously. "Okay then, Tufts. I'm afraid you may have noticed that I'm not the best dancer around..." Tufts smiled and laughed. "I think you're just fine!" With that the pink bunny spun around and danced right up against Keevan, grinding his shorts-clad ass against the wolf's crotch and giggling. The wolf's blush deepened. He'd never really though seriously about his sexuality, but he'd always been open to the idea of being with males. And something about being here, with this bunny, just felt right to Keevan. The wolf smiled. He put his paws on the grinding bunny's waist, and for the first time all day, started having a good time. The pair danced for what seemed like hours to Keevan. Song after song, the wolf and the pink bunny moved and gyrated on the dance floor. Finally, as the song they were currently listening to began to die down, Tufts spun around, put his arms around Keevan's neck, and looked into his eyes. "So, puppy, where are you going tonight?" The bunny asked softly, still staring into Keevan's eyes. "Uh, nowhere..." Keevan replied, unable to break the gaze of the bunny. Suddenly the bunny leaned forward and closed his eyes. Their lips touched for the briefest of instants: a mere brushing of the lips, but it was just enough for sparks to jump between them. Keevan's eyes went wide as the bunny moved up to whisper in his ear. "My place isn't far..." --- The door to Tufts apartment opened silently, and the pink-bunny entered the dark apartment dragging a rather nervous Keevan by the paw. Tufts flipped the light switch before turning to the blushing wolf and kissing him softly again. "So, here we are." He said quietly. "Are you okay?" He asked the wolf who was obviously a nervous wreck. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... It's my first time..." Keevan finally admitted, looking down at the floor. His eyes widened when he felt the bunny's furry arms encircle him. "Aww, It's okay, hun. We'll go slowly." With that, Tufts leaned in and kissed the wolf deeply. The wolf was surprised at first, his eyes widening as he felt the bunny's lips press against his, but eventually he closed his eyes and returned Tufts' kiss with equal passion. It wasn't long before the bunny was surprised to find the wolf's tongue probing at his lips, trying to find entry. Tufts happily opened them for the wolf, allowing Keevan's tongue to explore his mouth as the kiss grew ever deeper. The lovers's paws roamed each other's backs, and it wasn't longue before both of them were shirtless in the bunny's small kitchen. Eventually the kiss ended, as all good things are bound to do, and a rather flushed Tufts looked up at Keevan and said, "You know, this would probably be easier in my bedroom." The pair fell onto the bunny's bed, entwined in each other's arms and locked in another deep kiss. The bunny rolled over on top of the wolf and placed a hand on the waist of his jeans before breaking the kiss and looking at the wolf. "These have to come off you know..." The wolf looked up at Tufts and just nodded slightly. The bunny slowly unbuttoned and slip down the wolf's jeans, revealing his boxers, which struggled vainly to hide an obvious tent. The bunny rubbed the wolf's cock through his boxers as an obvious wet spot was beginning to form from Keevan's leaking pre "Someone's excited..." Tufts giggled. He reached up again and pulled down Keevan's boxers, revealing his throbbing cock. The wolf blushed, he was already fully hard from kissing Tufts, and now his 7 1/2 inch cock, knot and all, was exposed to the bunny's penetrating gaze. The bunny smiled and wrapped a paw around Keevan's member, moving his paw slowly up and down it a few times, the wolf's pre soaking into his pawfur. The bunny giggled and brought his paw up to his mouth and licked it clean. "Tasty puppy." At this Keevan rolled over so that he was now on top of Tufts. In a flash he had the bunny's pants off. As soon as Tuft's equally aroused rod was exposed, Keevan took an experimental lick from base to tip, gathering up a drop of the bunny's salty pre. He swallowed it and giggled. "You don't taste so bad yourself," the wolf giggled. Keevan went back for a second taste, slowly licking at the bunny's cock. As he moved up to take the head into his mouth, he felt Tufts' paw on the back of his head, encouraging him. Slowly, Keevan began to bob his head up and down the stiff bunny cock. All Tufts could do was lay back and moan encouragingly. Pre flowed freely from the bunnie's rod, and Keevan decided to put it to good use. In a bit of a brave moment he gathered up the leaking pre on one of his paw digits, and using it as lube pushed his digit into the bunny's tight tailhole. This was too much for Tufts. Keevan heard the bunny's breath quicken before he recieved the first salty spurt of the bunny's seed. Keevan swallowed the first few spurts, but kept some on his tongue to taste. He sat up and swirled the bunny's cum around his mouth before swallowing. The wolf giggled before saying, "Definitely a tasty bunny." "Come here you." Tufts wrapped his arms around Keevan and pulled him down on top of him and kissed him deeply. The two kissed for a while before the bunny whispered in Keevan's ear. "Keevan, I... I want you to take me." Keevan kissed the bunny again before asking him, "Are you sure?" The bunny only nodded. Keevan blushed and began to position himself between the bunny's legs. "Wait," Tufts said, "get the lube from my nightsand." Keevan nodded and retrieved the lube from the bunny's nightstand. He quickly spread lube over his cock and the bunny's tight pucker before positioning himself at the bunny's entrance. He looked up at the Tufts, who nodded his approval. With that, Keevan pushed forward against the tight rear. Words can not describe the pleasure that Keevan felt when he first sank his cock into the bunny. He struggled to keep himself from coming right then and there. Upon hilting himself in the tight rear he sank against the bunny, panting. Tuft's rubbed to wolf's back softly as Keevan recovered from the pleasure of taking his first male. After some time, Keevan was able to pull his cock a little bit out of the bunny's rear. The pair moaned in unison as the hard wolf cock moved inside of Tufts. After removing all but the head of his cock, Keevan pushed in again, and began to mate Tufts in earnest. In and out, Keevan thrust: his balls repeatedly slapping against the bunny's rear, wet with the precum that leaked from both of them. It wasn't long before Keevan began to feel his knot swelling. The bunny felt it too, and he gripped Keevan's ass, begging him to give it all to him and tie with him. Finally, with a long, loud moan, Keevan sank his not into the bunny rear and began filling it with a hot load of wolf spunk. Tufts, feeling the wolf's knot enter him and tie them together, spilled his second load of the night across both of their stomaches. The pair collapsed exhausted onto Tufts' bed, the wolf's cock still lodged inside of the bunny. They cuddled up and slowly drifted off to sleep. Tufts kissed Keevan softly and said, "Happy birthday, puppy." Before drifting off into a blissful sleep. Keevan turned to the clock on the bunny's nightstand. It read 1:02 A.M. "Well, close enough." Keevan thought, before drifting off to sleep himself.

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He would ask whose idea was it to set that machine up as a publicity stunt, but he had no one to blame there but himself, and the last thing on his mind was coming up with an adequate admonishment for such a monumental lapse in judgement; he’d have to think about it and probably waste a good day or so before finding anything adequate enough, and even then he’d most likely be too busy dealing with the aftermath to really worry about it too much. The restraints locked into place, the feeding tube latched its mask onto his face and the information panel sprung into action right beside him, officially signalling what was, in theory, supposed to be a fundraiser for the local gym. It was anyone’s guess why they thought it was going to work, but after Pan accidentally stopped the bakery next door from burning down, and in the process inadvertently led to fifteen lives being saved in a series of extremely unlikely events, they had to do something with the several hundred pounds of cake they had lying around; couldn’t just leave it in the storage room, it’d get all mouldy! Now, how exactly they went from “move cakes from Spot A to Spot B” all the way to “hook a feeding tube to the hunkiest panther they had and let people pay to watch him fatten up” was one hell of a logic trip that even Pan himself was scratching his head over, almost as if he’d completely forgotten why everyone had collectively decided to leave their sanity at home and bring all the horny instead. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t have a lot of time on his hands to ponder on an answer, because there was already a line of eager donators ready to dump some cash into the jar if it meant they could throw a whole bleedin’ cake straight down Pan’s gullet. He absolutely did not expect those many people to show up. The gym was a popular hotspot, and they didn’t really have any shortage of eager customers, but he barely recognized anyone there, lending credence to his suspicion that most of the staff had gone behind his back to advertise the charity drive to people of a lewder persuasion than most; the hungry looks on their eyes certainly seemed to sell this idea perfectly, as well as the eagerness with which some of them parted with their hard-earned money. Hell, even before the first one stepped up, Pan swore he heard someone mention how they were going to go back into the line just for another go at him. And the rules seemed so simple as well: one dollar for a slice of cake down the hatch, fifteen for the whole thing. Maybe, they thought, they’d get rid of a few of those things before they had to go into the trash, maybe Pan would just have to work out extra hard for a couple of weeks in order to take care of all the fat and sugar. Or maybe, as the case was, they had a sudden rush of feeders who all clamoured to grab a cake of their own, leaving the Panther to silently plead with the people behind the desk to please try and stop the madness before it was too late, to no avail. The first person moved closer, a young leopard who Pan recognized as an occasional gym-goer. Not the most dedicated by any stretch of the imagination, but not a scrawny beanpole either; it was clear in his eyes that he half-regretted and half-relished what he was about to do, to the point where he even mouthed a silent “Sorry!” before dropping a whole cake into the machine. The assembly began to whirr loudly enough for the big cat to jump backwards as it shredded the family-sized pastry into small enough chunks that they could be vacuumed up and tubed straight into Pan’s mouth. Knowing there was no turning back, he opened wide and welcomed the incoming sugar rush, even then almost choking on it from how quickly the cake-debris was moving. Mouthful after mouthful were devoured, the panther allowing his inner sweettooth to take over for the first time in literally years, enjoying the mindless pleasures of a good cake without worrying about calorie counts or how much he’d have to work to sweat off the extra pound he just consumed. This seemed to smooth out his previously-worried expression enough that the following people in line were quicker on the draw, not hesitating nearly as much before unceremoniously dumping a dangerous amount of flavored dough into the feeding machine; before long, the poor thing didn’t even have the time to go through one item before another was thrown into it, leaving the input port so stuffed that the gym staff had to request a small break to let it do its business uninterrupted. This had the predictable effect of turning what were supposed to be a series of chunks being shoved into Pan’s mouth into a continuous stream of cake, pure cake, complete with practically-molten frosting and so much condensed sugar that his tongue recoiled at the mere touch of it. It should be terrible, by all means, and yet the more it went on, the more the panther’s inner glutton began to shine through, leaving his sanity behind as its eyes were allowed to inspect what was happening to Pan’s body. It shouldn’t be possible for him to be turning that round that quickly, and yet his abs had already all-but vanished, replaced with a near-perfectly smooth, rotund belly that growled loudly enough to overpower the feeding machine whenever its owner swallowed down another mouthful. It was beginning to spread to the rest of him as well, affecting his toned physique with much of the same unnatural celerity as it had the area around his stomach. Though they didn’t completely vanish, it was hard to call those things he had on his chest pecs as much as they had made the full transition into moobs, while his rock-solid thighs were beginning to soften at a dangerously quick pace, his ass as well widening to the point where the chair was beginning to feel tight all over. A soft groan could be heard coming from his body, his very frame complaining about having to swell that much, but Pan wasn’t listening; in fact, Pan wasn’t even there at all, replaced by some sort of panther-like ravenous beast with a thirst for sugar and sugary products. Thus, when the machine dealt with the backlog and pinged loudly enough for the line to start moving again, the person they saw strapped on the chair was markedly different from the obviously-nervous hunk that had been there just moments prior. He’d been (quite adequately) replaced by a pudgier, rounder knock-off version of himself, one whose swollen gut begged for more food to stuff it and whose general look was more akin to a series of spheres than the polished edifice of musculature it had been before. Oddly enough, even the regulars at the gym who showed up seemed to be enjoying this version of their panther a lot more than the old one, at least if their eyes and lip-licking tongues were any indication; the staff manning the main desk had their hands full just dealing with the sudden influx of donations, with one expressing doubts as to whether or not they’d even have enough cakes to go around after they tallied everything up. In the meantime, Pan was having the time of his life completely ruining the physique he spent years developing and honing to perfection. It was just too good for him not to lose himself in, too overwhelming for even a mind such as his. Being able to watch as his body bloated and stuffed itself to ever greater sizes, even when such a thing should be, by all means, completely impossible, was something akin to a dream come true, even if it was a dream he didn’t even know he had at all. Before long, he wouldn’t just be a panther stuck to a chair, but an active participant in the process, loudly whining and begging for people to hurry up, to dump more and more and always more into the machine, until he grew too big and fat and round to move… and therefore needed even more cake to help him feel better about it. It was a vicious cycle he foresaw and did nothing to stop; quite the contrary, in fact. Wouldn’t take more than thirty minutes for the chair to start creaking underneath Pan’s mounting weight. It was nothing more than a confirmation of what he already knew, and yet the sound of it was like honey to his needy ears; he’d grown so big that even chairs couldn’t hold him now, and the one thought left in his mind was that he wanted more of that, even if he had to force people to give it to him. Not that he could, of course, he was still firmly strapped to the chair. A reality, it seemed, that wouldn’t last much longer, as the cakes just kept on coming regardless of how much they were clearly ruining his figure. Maybe he would’ve thought that people would be a lot more reticent to turn their resident hunk into a blob of fat so easily, back when he didn’t want to become one myself; if that was the case, everyone was dead set on proving him as wrong as he could be, with many of those who promised to return to the line doing so just so they could donate even more cash to see the panther strain the chair he was on. They got their wish as well, because that flimsy thing wasn’t going to last much longer. His belly was barely even starting to spill over the edge when the legs holding it up snapped in half, sending him careening towards the ground… and then landing softly on what had to be the most pillowy ass he had ever felt in his life. At no point did Pan imagine he’d be feeling something as soft and pudgy as those cheeks being attached to him, but there they were, ready to cushion his fall and send both waves rippling through his rotund body and cheers rolling through the crowd. Random passers-by were drawing their wallets, eager to join the queue and see how far they could take it, while the feeding machine whirred and spun itself to near overheat trying to keep up with enough cake to nearly plug it again. As for the panther, he was just happy people were enjoying the show; he lived for that kind of impact on others. At least now that he was safely on solid ground he could afford to start growing even more comfortably. He spread his legs, wanting to give his belly more room to spill over, and quickly finding it to not be the only thing he had to worry about. Used to having thighs that were powerful rather than simply large, it came as quite a surprise that the skin he scraped against the cement wasn’t harder than it was, but about as soft as the cakes being poured down his gullet; a look to the side confirmed what he suspected, with all definition in his lower musculature having been perfectly replaced by a set of thighs so wonderfully fat that they just begged to have someone sink their hands into them. It was only then that Pan remembered the only thing keeping himself from doing it was the chair to which his arms had been tied; now that the damned thing was gone, the only thing in between him and his hands being swallowed up by his own pudge was a simple thought… and a few inches. It felt even better than he thought it would, like every neuron flared up in response to the slightest of touches. His old body, his inferior body, had always been responsive, so it wasn’t anything new; but he assumed that, well… losing his muscle tone meant turning his whole form into a flabby pillow to be kneaded and massaged, not a gigantic mass of arousal that needed to be avoided to stop him from going stuffing-crazy. All he could see were his fingers, trembling a mere inch or so away from his flesh, desperate to move closer and give him what he wanted… right before something else took his attention and ran off with it: his stomach. He was so busy admiring his new puffy legs that he almost completely forgot about the main star of the show! Truth be told, it was easy to forgive him, seeing as that mass of cake-infused fat was now practically oozing onto the ground, the many rolls of flab pressing one one another as he gained pound after pound. He could practically see himself swell now with each bite, each mouthful he almost inhaled, pushing him further and further towards the edge of his endurance. Pan’s stamina was still untouched, but even he had his limits, especially when they were being as strained as they were; if he didn’t get some rest or respite soon, there wouldn’t be a lot of the panther left to go around. Not that anyone seemed to care about that; the only thing keeping the crowd from walking up to him and digging in themselves was the rest of the gym staff making a small cordon around him. Pan was to be “appreciated”, not “felt up”, as they said, even as their eyes darted to his swelling, bloating frame and their hands occasionally slipped further behind them than they should. If the panther could talk, he might just tell everyone he was fine with having them use him as a body pillow; as it stood, with the feeding tube still lodged in his mouth and nothing for him to write on, all he could do was wave his arms towards himself, trying to signal his intention. Unfortunately, the line of feeders took this to mean he wanted to have even more stuffed into him. This wasn’t inaccurate per se, but not exactly what he intended; he would love nothing more than for that mob to descend upon him and turn his body into their object of worship, even after passing the thousand pound mark and turning into more pudge than panther. All he could see was his own tubby self, expanding, bloating, swelling, growing in every direction, his thighs thickening, his ass widening, his belly gorging itself on the endless bounty of confectionary that was being forced into it. His body gurgled and rumbled, demanded more and more only to never be satisfied, leaving him feeling ever so empty and craving increasing quantities of food. The more he consumed, the emptier he felt, like his stomach had turned into a gnawing void that could never truly be filled. And the food kept coming, the money kept pouring, until the stack of cakes that they had once thought would be too much to ever get rid of began to vanish into the aether, the empty boxes piling up elsewhere while a group of volunteers empties out whole stacks into the machine. Pan was openly moaning at this point, begging as loudly as he could for everyone to just forget about the money and dump the rest in… and for once, it seemed like people got it, because the whole line rushed towards him and completely overwhelmed the few staff members who were trying to protect him. Not a one lay a hand on him, though; no, this entire display of worship was purely focused on getting the rest of the cakes into him as quickly as possible, squeezing and mushing them up before forcing them down the machine. As for Pan, he was… enjoying himself. Couldn’t get to his naughty bits anymore, not with over a ton of belly in the way, nor could he even move from his spot. In fact, there wasn’t a lot he could do that wasn’t just sit there and slowly feel himself overflow from his own fingers. It took someone accidentally tripping on the feeding machine after dumping in the last cake for anything new to happen; the whole thing shook and shuddered to a halt just as the last few crumbs were forced into his mouth, with a loud ping signalling the end of the work cycle. With a loud hiss, the clamps holding the tube over Pan’s mouth loosened, allowing him to remove the mask and throw it off to his side, finally giving the poor boy some room to breathe. It was hard to, even without something clogging up his nose. Every breath made him painfully aware of how much weight was pressing down on his lungs, every exhale feeling like he was flattening them altogether. But it was a reminder of what he’d done, of what he’d accomplished… and a reminder of what everyone else did to him. Truth be told, in any other circumstance, he might’ve been mad at the crowd for what happened to his body, but now? Now he just wanted more. He wanted to gorge himself to his heart’s content and only worry about a diet when he could eat no more, and to that end, he needed people willing to go along with it. Not difficult to find them, to be fair; all he had to do was open his arms wide and loudly invite everyone to come give him a big hug. Immediately a dozen or so folks threw themselves at him, sinking into his fat and making room for half a dozen more to stack on top of them. It felt positively heavenly for the panther, who couldn’t wait to see what the future held. Probably a lot of desperate work-outs, all things considered… … but that was something for another day.

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Title: Man Vs. Planet Chapter 1 by FeuerfoxKA8 Tags: Dinosaur, Fanfiction, Fantasy, Human, Other, Reptile, Sci-Fi, Starfox, Violence (Not In Yiff), survival Chapter 1: This Ain't Kansas Anymore... I don't even remember what kind of dream I had... I usually don't remember them that well unless they're vivid and I'm sleeping pretty lightly. For a guy that apparently sleeps like the dead; enough to where I have to practically be punched awake, remembering a dream is a seldom occurrence. Either way, my sleep was shattered by the shrill alarm I had set on my cell phone. The closest I could describe it to would be a high-pitched bleating mechanical sheep that some no-talent trance 'artist' had decided to run through Auto-Tune six times... the damn sound nearly hurt my ears when it went off, and never failed to rouse me out of my sleep. That was a good thing, as without it my biological clock would finally kick in about ten minutes before I was supposed to be at work. I groggily lifted my head off my pillow, the dim cast of my bedroom greeting my eyes. For some reason I had painted it a Wedgewood shade of blue right after I moved into the house I was renting... I think it was because I was sick of staring at plain white walls. Either way I sliced it, it kept the glare down in the room I used solely to sleep in these days. After getting the house to myself a few months ago... the product of the uncle that had been my roommate getting married as well as my ex-girlfriend storming out after one last bitter fight... I had branched out and used the rest of the place for, well... my things. The phone, perched upon a minifridge that I used as a nightstand on my queen-sized bed, continued to sing its ear-offending song. After suppressing the thought of chucking that expensive piece of electronics across the room, I flipped it open and shut off the alarm. As I blinked away the weariness from my eyes, the legend "No Service Avail." was printed across the screen. Odd. I had never had a service outage with this phone. If it wasn't a few minute fluke, I'd use the land line from work and take my lunch break to grill a hapless Verizon customer service rep. Glancing at the phone's clock, it was half past seven in the morning... an hour and a half before I needed to get my ass into work. "Jesus... looks like it's going to be a marvelous day already." I muttered to myself as I got up and stumbled to the door leading into the bathroom. My hand knew the drill enough times over the past five years, reaching out to flick the light switch on. I expected the harsh roar of the far too large exhaust fan and clean, bright light... and I got neither. That shook me out of my mind enough to mutter again. "Fuck." Power outage, too? Just great. At least I didn't necessarily have to have the bathroom light on to take a shower, and the light streaming in from the small bathroom window would give me enough to see by. However, the bathroom would get fogged up to hell due to the fan staying off... ah well. My hand went down to the hem of my boxers as the other one simultaneously turned out the shower faucet.... only to also receive nothing but a few random splashes on the plastic shower floor instead of the expected torrent from the showerhead. That woke me up in an instant. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked myself, looking around as if the answer would have suddenly appeared in front of me. It didn't, obviously. It was like the entire house was dead. *Something* was wrong. I paid the utility bill, so why was everything cut off? Blackout... combined with running water failure? This didn't make sense. Offering a sigh to the still air, I exited the bathroom to see what I could do. The layout of my house was strange... although that was common for houses built in the 1920's. The bathroom was set in-between the two bedrooms... with no access to the rest of the house. I could make my way through the house by using the bedrooms... which I normally did. My target was the breaker box in the backyard... that caused me to stop in the second bedroom and grab a pair of jeans that I had set on the dresser there. I pulled on the garment to at least shield the neighbors from the sight of me running around outside in boxers in the middle of the day... then exited the house through the back door. I stopped dead in my tracks as the cool, still air hit me. This was the precise instant that I knew something was *seriously* wrong in my personal part of the world. However... all I could manage to maintain was a growing curiosity... and a gnawing pit in my stomach. My house stood in an old suburb about four miles north of my city's downtown... established neighborhood going downhill, tightly packed houses... that sort of thing. I had a backyard that was comprised mostly of a concrete patio and a fence... beyond which I could see three houses less than forty feet from me in each direction. The duplex off to my left with the barking dogs was gone. So was the cottage directly in front of me; part of the property but occupied with another renter. The two-story house to my right was also missing. "What the fuck...?" I managed to utter. It had been replaced by wilderness... some sort of cliff face rose maybe the height of my house. I couldn't see much more than that. My hand went to my arm, giving my flesh a vicious pinch. I winced and dropped my hand. Was I still dreaming or something? I stepped back into the house... emerging into the small room that was my office. It was my sanctum of a sort... my desktop computer, sound system... it was where I wrote the troubles of the world away. But, no amount of typing on the old IBM Model M keyboard that sat on my desk would erase the fear that was slowly building up in the pit of my stomach. I suddenly felt very unprotected. Looking around the room, I had my choice of weapons. The small collection of firearms I had stashed in the room beckoned to me, placed in a standalone gun safe tucked in a corner. As my hands trembled I dialed in the combination... it took me two attempts until the door was open. I only kept one pistol out in the open... the one that I expressly used as defense against intruders. My FEG PA-63 fired 9x18mm Makarov... and if a situation warranted my house suddenly being somewhere it wasn't, I thought I needed something more powerful. My hands grabbed my Remington 870 pump-action shotgun from the safe, soon afterwards grabbing a box of #4 buckshot shells from the top shelf. I kept most of my ammunition elsewhere in the office, but this would do for now. I fumbled with stuffing the twelve-gauge shells into the gun... four of them, racking the pump, then one more. I stuffed the pockets of my jeans with as many shells as I could.... all the while thinking what the hell might be out there? Where the hell am I? What the fuck was I actually doing here? Now equipped with a fully loaded shotgun, I decided I was well armed and confident enough to investigate. I wound my way through the living room this time, keeping the scattergun at the ready as if I was expecting the likes of Jason Vorhees to jump out of the walls at me. Eventually I reached the door and unlocked it... stepping forth onto my porch. There was no time for me to react... only the surprised hissing of two... things that had been approaching my front door. My mind tunnel-visioned on them, hastily sizing them up. They were lizard-men... big and bulky ones at that. They stood nearly my height of five-ten, and probably outweighed me by twice my one-eighty. They looked somewhat familiar, but my mind didn't have time to ponder *that* curious thought. They plodded towards me, only the fact they started to brandish the axes in their scaly hands snapping me out of my shock-frozen state. It was then that I still noticed I had the shotgun clenched in my white-knuckle grip. I had purchased it from my stepbrother two years ago... hadn't even fired it since then. I was holding it at my hip, but the business end was pointed at one of the lizards. Without even thinking about it, I jerked the trigger. Nothing happened. "Fuck!" I cursed my stupidity, my finger snapping the safety off in a single press. As the lizard-thing just about reached me, I pulled the trigger again. The Remington belched flame, smoke, and lead in a tremendous roar that made my ears ring. The close confines instantly reminded me of the slight hearing loss I gave myself when I was sixteen, fooling around with my dad's old AK clone in the backwoods of Louisiana. However, for all the noise it had the desired effect. The lizard-thing was kicked backwards, a hole nearly the size of a quarter blown into its chest. Even though the hole looked small, I knew enough about shotguns to know that the lizard-thing had taken about the same amount of punishment as if I emptied a small caliber revolver into it. Its compatriot stopped in its tracks, looking at the stricken lizard-thing tumbling backwards in slow motion. Time seemed to slow for me as well... my hands racked the pump and threw the shotgun to my shoulder. The lizard-thing didn't recover from the shotgun blast and its dying buddy in time. All I knew was that it was running at me with an ax, and that was a pretty good indication of its intent. I pulled the trigger again, my ears protesting with pain as the blast once again spiked my ears. This time I felt the recoil, a quick, powerful jolt to my shoulder. The other lizard-thing fell the same way. It wasn't until I lowered the shotgun that I realized what had happened. My body started shaking at the realization... I had just engaged two armed opponents with a firearm and killed them. I felt... sick. Ten minutes ago I was sleeping soundly in my bed... another average day awaiting me. Now, I had two dead lizard-things on my front porch, a smoking shotgun in my hands, and the beginnings of a pretty bad headache. I took a deep breath as I finally looked out over the scenery that was beyond my porch... besides the dead lizards. A little piece of it was my front yard... not really much of one. The street crews outside had been wanting to repave the street for some time... that was the reason my car was pulled up in the yard... damned lack of a driveway or garage in which to put it. It was still there, but the street simply... wasn't. Green grass and idyllic scenery replaced it... the place I was in looked like some sort of valley. A familiar valley. Wait a minute... My eyes snapped down to the lizard-things I had just shot. Their profiles started looking more and more familiar. Instead of seeing them as some fucked-up snarling beast ready to cleave me in half with a giant ax, I looked closer. Their armor cinched it... and my jaw dropped open. "What the fucking hell is going on with me?!" I shouted to what I now knew were two dead Sharpclaw... the reptilian antagonists to that video game I played several times... the video game I had been using to write stories that were based on the storyline. I felt myself fall to my knees, my hands still clenched onto my shotgun as I watched my view of reality slide away... was I going insane? Had I snapped? Was I dead? Was I really sucked into some sort of video game, a fictional universe? I started breathing so hard I was nearly hyperventilating... honestly, other than the fact I didn't want to be gutted by another Sharpclaw, I would have welcomed it. There was simply no way in Hell that I was experiencing this... there had to be a logical, rational explanation.... ...but I found none. The facts were as clear as day. Somehow my house was *in* Thorntail Hollow... the hub portion of *Starfox Adventures.* Actually, it was tucked away not too far where Fox parked his Arwing at. I could even see a small group of Thorntail regarding me... I think they were looking at me curiously. At least I knew they were pretty timid... Hell, they were scared shitless if their damn night lights were snuffed out. Least I didn't have to worry about *them* charging me. "Fuck, fuck... FUCK!" I shouted, primarily out of frustration. I was confused, angry... isolated. I somehow had to survive in what I up to about thirty seconds ago thought was just a damned video game. I was quaking in my socks as I stood up and retreated back into my house, slamming the door behind me. I locked it... fat lot of good it'd do against an ax, but at least I'd have the warning of my front door being busted in. My curiosity overtook me and I took the few steps to my entertainment center. Rifling through it I came across what I was looking for... a Gamecube game case. I examined it, knowing exactly what I was looking at. The cover art for the game I somehow found myself in stared me right in the face. The iconic Fox McCloud stood in the foreground, an ornate staff extended in his paws. Next to him were Slippy Toad, Peppy Hare, and Prince Tricky... Fox's dinosaur sidekick. Right behind him was Krystal... the enigmatic Cerinian who ended up as Fox's fellow wingman and love interest in the next game. The Sharpclaw were also depicted as well, but their real-life counterparts were a hell of a lot less... cartoony. They looked like comical, bungling bad guys on the cover art, but they looked pretty menacing face to face. Hell... they nearly killed me, and I was armed with a fucking 12-gauge. I needed to investigate; to get my bearings. And for that... I needed to prepare.

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Title: Best Family - Showering with Family Tags: sister, brother, incest, taboo, creampie, son, morning ritual, shower sex, mother *This is my first ever story, of anything, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. At this point I value any and all comments and criticisms. In my early drafts, I jump tense a few times, and I did read it a couple of times to ensure that it is first-person/present-tense, as much as possible, but a couple of past-tense words might have slipped through. This entire story is pure fiction. I never mention "my" name, in order for you, the reader, to put yourself into the brother's position, if you wish.* \*\*\*\*\* Chapter 1 It's 7am on a Friday, and my alarm wakes me up to a classic rock station, lightly echoing in the room. I open my eyes to a new day and stretch my arms and legs for a few seconds, then I do a quick adjustment to the morning wood in my boxers. I push the blanket off of me, sit up, turn off the alarm, and do one more quick stretch before stepping out of bed. Pulling back the window curtain just a bit, it looks like it's going to be a nice fall day outside, and my college classes don't start for a few more hours. I grab my towel and toss it over my shoulder as I open my door to the hallway. Directly across the hall is my older sister's room. Emily is two years older than I am, with an average build, and her dark brown hair stops just above her shoulders. She's just starting her senior year at our collage, and she has a pretty good idea where she is headed in life. Her door is open, and as usual, Emily and my younger sister, Sarah, are working on putting together today's fashion ensemble. Sarah is a senior at the local high school and has grown into a beautiful curvy young lady, with just a few extra, well placed, pounds. Her hair is light brown, and she usually keeps it short, almost like a pixie cut. It's a very sexy look on her. They are both wearing lightweight robes that go down to about their mid-thighs, hurrying around each other, back and forth across the room, as they lay out different pairings on Emily's bed. Since Emily has a much larger closet in her room, they share it, so this is a pretty common scene. I lean against my door frame as I stop and admire their bustling for a few moments. While Emily is in the closet rummaging, Sarah carries a shirt over to the foot of the bed, turns, and bends over to place it on the other clothes. As she's aligning the shirt with the rest of her selections, I tilt my head to get a better view under the bottom hem of her robe. I can clearly see her puffy shaven mound, pressed together between the diamond shaped opening, at the pinnacle of her legs. After a few seconds, Sarah shifts her weight onto her left leg, and apparently turned her head over her right shoulder to look back at me. When I finally notice her looking back at me, she grins for a second, and says, "You better jump in the shower, or you're going to make me late for class!" While still smiling back at me, and after giving me a quick look over, she shifts her weight back and forth a couple of times, which wiggles her butt cheeks, ever so slightly. I smile back at her, nod and say, "Good morning to you too, sis. I'm on it, don't worry." I give her a quick wink and then I veer left to head down the hallway, a dozen steps or so, to the bathroom. As per my usual morning ritual, the first thing I do is hang my towel on one of several hooks and start brushing my teeth. A minute later, fortunately, and surprisingly, my boxers are finally loose enough to relieve my bladder. I turn the shower on and wait for it to get to a nice hot temperature. Dropping my boxers to the floor, I hop into the shower. It's a fairly large size Jacuzzi tub and shower, with an angled floor seat at the back, jets, and a semi-transparent curtain, the whole shebang. It takes me about a minute to quickly wash off, always paying special attention to clean the half-staff member between my legs. I hear the door open a crack, and Sarah says in a bubbly tone, "Are you done?" "Yeah, I'm all set." I respond. I can see her bouncing figure through the slightly blurry curtain as she steps into the bathroom, closes the door, and slides her robe off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Then she steps into the back of the shower, where we are facing each other. My sisters and I are all the same height, so we are eye-to-eye now. Sarah reaches past me with her right hand to feel the water. She grins at me and says, "Nice and hot this morning. Just like I like it." As she says that, she steps closer to me, puts her left hand behind my neck, and smoothly slides her right hand back past my hip, and around my dick. She cups and lightly plays with my balls, with her fingers, while firmly squeezing the base of my quickly hardening cock between the circle of her thumb and first finger. I put both of my hands on her bare hips as she pulls my head to hers for a strong kiss, then, like a well-rehearsed dance move, she spins us around 180 degrees. Her firm C cup breasts are pressed against my chest, and I can feel her young perky nipples poking into me. Sarah is now directly under the shower head, and she's still holding and kissing me as the water starts pouring over her head. We separate just a bit, and end our powerful kiss. "I'm going to need my front and back done today." Sarah says with her cute smile. "You can start with the front while I do my hair." "No problem at all, sis. Which body wash do you want to use?" "Let's go with... Mango." She says, as she turns around, bends over, and backs her smooth round ass into my crotch. Now my fully solid dick is nestled straight up between her tight butt cheeks as she wiggles her sweet bottom back and forth, just like her earlier tease. After a couple of seconds, \*and way too soon for me\*, she stands up, turns around, and gingerly hands me the bottle of mango body wash as she pours a little shampoo into her own hand. Sarah starts to streak the shampoo through her hair, as I work a good amount of body wash into a frothy lather. I start on her shoulders, in between her arms, since they are raised and are turning her hair into an aromatic ball of shampoo foam. While I am rubbing and massaging her shoulders, Sarah releases a light satisfied moan. "mmmm, That feels reeeally good." she says, with her eyes closed, so she doesn't get anything in her eyes. After about half a minute, I start to move my hands down to her perfectly formed tits. I thoroughly massage her breasts, and occasionally flick her nipples a bit between my fingers, which causes her body to twitch a little. "Stop..." She giggles, "That... tickles." and then shoots me a quick grin. Sarah's hair is completely frothed, so she moves her hands, covered with thick white shampoo foam, down to my still rock hard dick, and starts to massage the foam into my balls with one hand, while slowly jacking my cock up and down with the other. Her thumb is rubbing over the head of my throbbing penis, and it feels great. That causes me to spend a bit more time on her breasts then is really necessary, but neither of us are complaining. I finally move down to her stomach, and start washing her mostly flat belly and massaging her shapely hips. Sarah is still rubbing my cock up and down when I move one of my hands around to hold her butt and the other down into the smooth and puffy slit that I was admiring earlier. I quickly rub over her pelvic area, to soap up the area, and then start sliding my middle finger back and forth in between her juicy pussy lips. She spreads her legs, just a bit. Each time I slid my finger over her clitoris, I could feel it swelling up. "ahhhh, that's nice..." Sarah whispers while breathing deeply and tilting her head back to rinse off her hair at the same time. After maybe a minute of massaging Sarah's slit with my finger, I began to slide the tip of the finger into her pussy. With each slip, I would put just a little more of my finger into her very wet pussy. "uhh" "uhh" "uhh" "Uhh" "Uhh" "UHh" "UHh" "UHH" she gasps as my middle finger went all the way into her tight hole. She is now just holding my cock tightly, and she moves her other hand and grabs my wrist to keep my finger deep inside of her for a few moments. Sarah lets out a long breath, and then slowly pulls my finger out of her. "Okay, bro, now my back." she says as she squeezes her fist on my cock a few times before releasing it. Sarah turns around and bends over again to get her conditioner. I take the opportunity to rinse my cock off in the shower spray from her back, and then rub the head up and down Sarah's crack. Rubbing down across the entrance of her ass and her pussy, I can feel the meaty tenderness of her pussy lips at her warm entrance each time my head rubs across it. Sarah pours some conditioner into her hand and then stands back upright. I get some more mango body wash and start to lather it up to start working it onto her back. We are closer together now, with Sarah's chest still under the water while working the conditioner into her hair, and with my dick again snuggled between her warm buttocks, while she slowly rocks her hips from side to side. I again start to rub and massage her shoulders, and I can feel them relaxing under the firm and gentle pressure from my fingers. Before I finish massaging her shoulders Sarah moves her hands down to her own breasts and starts slowly squeezing and massaging them with the leftover conditioner. I start to move my hands down to her back and Sarah bends forward, to allow easier access to her back, and other things. Her head and back are now in the water, and we both hold our breath for a moment, in anticipation of what's coming next. I slowly slide the head of my cock from the top of her round ass, down her crack, and past the dark puckered circle of her anus. I rub the head around, for just a moment, and I can again fell the warm, wet, plushness of my sister's supple lower-lips. Then I slide my head past her tempting hole until I could feel it pressing against her hood. I rub my head over her clit a few times and then finally ran the head back to her slit, until it stopped, captured in the warm pocket of her pussy opening. Sarah can also feel the warmth of my head and she arches her back down, and pushes her ass out. The tip of my stiff cock enters my sister's pussy. Her pussy is so tight, for an 18 year old high school senior, but she is so wet, and my cock slides smoothly into her. "Ahhhhh" She exhales. After the initial insertion, we pause, all-in, for several seconds. Then we start to create a rhythm as we slide apart and push back into each other. Her pussy is wrapped tightly around my cock as I plunge deep into her, stroke after stroke. I move my hands down her back and start to rub the remaining body wash, onto her butt cheeks. Squeezing, pushing, and spreading her cheeks as we continue to pound into each other. Sarah reaches back and grabs both of my hands. She pulls them around to the front of her, and positions each one. My left hand is lead to her left breast, which I start to slowly squeeze and massage, and she guides my right hand down, past her navel, to the mound of her pussy lips. Taking her cue, I start using my first and middle fingers to tease the growing bump of her clitoris. I rub her clit in rhythm with our pushing and thrusting into each other. "Just, like, that." she says, with a sisterly seriousness. I continue rubbing her clit and thrusting my cock into my sister's pussy. "Yes... Just, Like, That!" She snaps her head back and the water from her short hair spatters against my face and chest. She lets out a strong moan as her pussy throbs and pulsates around my cock. She reaches back to me and grabs my hips, pulling me into her, and as deep inside her as she can get me. She just holds me there. It feels like her tight pussy is actually sucking and pulling my cock deeper into her. Her hands release from my hips, and they move quickly to the wall in front of her, to hold her up, as her knees begin to wobble and shake. I move my left hand down to her hip and continue to bury my cock deep inside her, and keep her balanced, until she finishes with her powerful orgasm. Sarah's swollen pussy finally releases the pressure on my cock. She exhales deeply as I slide my still hard member out of her tight hole. She stands, takes a moment to compose herself, and to catch her breath, and then starts to rinse off her entire body, from head to toe. "You came pretty quickly this morning, sis, and it felt really strong... and amazing." "Yeah... I kind of got myself close before I got out of bed this morning." She says, looking back at me with a big smirk on her face, as she finishes rinsing herself off. Sarah steps out from under the water, puts her arms around me, and we share another big, long, kiss. Then, with a satisfied smile, she says, "Thanks, bro, that was awesome!" "Any, Time." I say, returning her smile, as she steps past me, gets out of the shower, and wraps herself in a towel. I lather up some shampoo for my head, and as soon as I step under the water to rinse it off, I think, 'Thank goodness we have a tankless water heater, or this would be getting really \*blue\*, really fast.' Just then, Sarah pops her head back into the shower and says, "Have a good day, bro. You better hurry... Emily is next." Chapter 2 A few moments later I can hear Sarah open the bathroom door and leave. After a couple of seconds of washing off, I turn around and I again see the familiar sight of a slender figure, dropping her robe to the floor, just beyond the semi-transparent shower curtain. The next thing I see is the sparkling face of my fit older sister, peeking in from the rear of the shower. "Are you ready for me, little brother?" Emily says with a twinge of excitement in her voice. "Jump on in, sis. You're up." I say with an equal amount of anticipation, as she immediately jumps into the shower with me. It's only the second week of classes, and Emily has been keeping herself busy with school, friends, and work for the last few weeks, so we haven't had much time together. In fact, this is the first time, since classes started, that she joined me for a shower. Emily's body is leaner than Sarah's, and she's also a C cup, but hers are a bit more bouncy then our little sister's. I glance her over as she steps into the shower and notice that her bikini line is no longer fully shaved, like our little sister's. What she has now is a thin, neatly trimmed strip, going straight up above the top of where her slit is. I found this new design of hers very tantalizing, and subconsciously, I lick my lips. "I see you notice my new trim." Emily says in a playful tone. "You can take a closer look in a minute." She steps under the water with me and we embrace each other tightly. "I'm looking forward to it." I say as I raise my eyebrow a couple of times, showing serious commitment to that statement. We then simultaneously initiate a powerful kiss. Swirling our tongues around each other's and playing our little game of tongue wrestling. Whatever pressure I may have lost in my penis is now flowing back in, and my cock is quickly rising in between my sister's legs. It wasn't long before each heartbeat made the head of my cock throb and bounce against the outer pussy lips of my big sister. Feeling the new force between her legs, Emily positions the head of my cock between her lips, and begins slowly rubbing her clit back and forth over my dick. The feeling is wonderful, and we also start moving our hands over and around each other's bodies. I move both my hands down to Emily's tiny and tight butt, and begin to massage her cheeks thoroughly. After a few more moments of our playful groping, we finally stop kissing. Without breaking our gaze into each other eyes, Emily lowers herself slowly onto her knees and casually grasps my completely hard member, and points it at her mouth. While still looking up at me, even with the occasional splash of water on her face, which is mostly hitting my back, she confidently takes my dick into her mouth and begins to roll her tongue around the head of my penis. Emily's technique has my eyes rolling back in my head, and as I tilt my head back, the water from the shower starts flowing over my face and down my chest. Emily reaches her hand up and lightly scratches her short nails down over my chest. I look down at her, wiping some of the water out of my face, to see what she is doing. When our eyes met again, without stopping her oral sorcery, she points her first two fingers at my eyes, then to her eyes, and back to mine. She wants us to keep our eyes locked, and at this point, I am totally fine with that. She is still sucking and bobbing on my cock while jacking the base of my dick with a circular grip of her hand. I move my hands down to Emily's head, not to guide her, 'she certainly doesn't need any assistance', but just to sensually touch her cheeks in appreciation. Just when I felt that I might actually explode into my sister's mouth, Emily sucks and pulls my cock from her mouth, resulting in an echoing \*pop\* sound from the walls of the bathroom. "Your turn, bro. Time to check out the landing zone." Emily says, with a wonton smile on her face. She stands up and kisses me on the cheek. We intentionally slide our bodies past each other to change positions, so that she can be under the shower head for a while. Emily raises her right leg and places her foot onto the lip of the shower. I know what she wants now, but just to be a little unexpected, I move closer to her, cup one of her perfectly sized tits in each of my hands, and begin to sensually kiss her supple neck while massaging her breasts. I can fell the head of my dick rubbing against the back of her smooth elevated thigh. She is obviously enjoying this, because she tilts her head to allow me better access to her neck. I start to move my way down, by licking and sucking on each breast for a few moments. Emily is rolling her head around as she enjoys the sensations that I am sending through her body. Then I slowly and softly begin to kiss and lick a random path down her smooth flat stomach. As I approach the top of her pelvic bone, I can feel her start to twitch with each gentle kiss on her skin. I finally get down to her landing strip, and I pause for a moment to admire the craftsmanship of this new trim. Emily is still extremely smooth, everywhere except this patch, and for some reason this is very exciting to me. Emily detects my pause and looks down at me. She slides both hands down the side of her body, starting just above her tits, and ending with the tips of her fingers on each side of her slit. Now, leaning her shoulder against the shower wall for support, she parts her beautiful pussy lips in front of me. "What do you think?" "It looks very tasty." I say, licking my lips again. "I think it's time to come in for a landing." I glance up at her, and our eyes meet again, as I move in and begin to run my tongue over, around, and through her new patch of hair. After a few seconds I move down to where I know she really wants me to be. First I lick the outside of her pussy lips, down the left side, as far down as I can go. I start to circle over to the right side, and the tip of my tongue slides right over her sweet hole. Emily shivers just a bit, as I continue lapping back up the right side of her lips and then down into the center of her wet opening. My tongue is now over my big sister's favorite button. I look up as I start flicking and pressing my tongue over her enlarging clitoris. Emily smiles and nods at me, and then closes her eyes and tilts her head back into the hot shower. The water is running down her face, over her breasts and belly, and mixing with the sweet and salty juices from her pussy. She uses the fingers on one hand to keep her tight pouty lips parted, for my oral enjoyment. Her other hand is caressing and squeezing her breasts. One, then the other, then back. When it comes to showering, Emily is an 'every-other-day' kind of girl. Don't get me wrong, she takes a shower pretty much every day, but she only uses shampoo and soap every-other-day, because, as she says "It's better for my skin that way." I am grateful that today is one of her 'no soap' days. 'Oh-man. Eating pussy like this always gets me hard as a rock...' While massaging my big sister's clit with my tongue, I occasionally slide my mouth down and flick my tongue into her luxurious hole. 'I love the taste of her creamy juices.' Each time I do this, Emily thrusts her pelvis into my face to meet my tongue. I have my right hand wrapped around her leg and caressing her left butt cheek, then, starting at her knee, I move my left hand slowly, tenderly, up the inside of her left thigh, and slide my thumb smoothly into her moist vagina. Emily lets out a content gasp. With my left hand straight and flat, between her small cheeks, I put a little bit of pressure, from the length of my pointer finger, against her anus. As I slip my thumb slowly in and out of my sister's tasty love canal, I continue to rub the bend of my thumb and my first finger against her taint and ass-hole. "Ohh yesss, Ohh Yessss!" is all my sister could say. She keeps repeating it, in a hushed and quivering voice. And then, "Stop." she says abruptly. "Lay down" she tells me, while pointing at the floor of the Jacuzzi tub. Without missing a beat, I slowly slip my thumb from her wet pussy, and I sit down, settling into the back slope of the tub. I am not quite flat against the back, and my feet are still several inches from the drain side, but this is a comfortable position. The head of my rock hard cock is bobbing up and down over my belly button. Emily finger's her pussy for a couple of seconds and then brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them, all the while, looking into my eyes. Then she steps to either side of me, and lowers her fit body down towards my lap. She reaches down, grabs my concrete cock and aims it directly into her sweet spot. As soon as she has me lined up, with my round head touching her silky portal, she bends her knees, and drops her petite body down onto me, plunging her tight, slippery-wet pussy around my dick. The feeling of being inside my big sister is somehow more tantalizing then with Sarah, less than a half hour ago. Emily places her hands on my chest for balance, and begins bouncing up and down, taking my dick all the way inside her twat with every drop on to my lap. The hot water is splashing off of her head and shoulders and onto my face and chest. I can't keep my eyes open, but I don't need to. All I hear is the splashing of the water on our skin, and the intoxicating moans coming from Emily's talented mouth. All I feel is the water lightly sputtering onto my face, and my thick cock sliding in and out my sister's bouncing pussy, and that's all I need right now. Sporadically our lips lock for an impassioned kiss, which serves to briefly elevate our connection to each other, and increase the speed of our rhythm. After what seems like 10 minutes of my sister's wild bouncing on her little brother's shaft, I start to get a familiar tension in my balls. "unhh... Emily... uhh... I'm about to... cum." I eventually utter out. "Wait bro, wait!" "Uhh" "Just one more minute..." "nnnn" "One... more..." "Miii...NUuuuhhg" Emily almost screams as she climaxes, her pussy spasms and pulsates around my shaft. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my face in to her chest. She drops down and bottoms out in my lap while my cock is being massaged by the repetitive convulsions of her pussy. I just can't hold it any more. "I'm about to shoot, sis. I need to..." I start to say, but she cuts me off. "Do it, little brother. Do it!" She quickly whispers, down into my ear. That's all it takes and I immediately start spurting and flooding my cum into my sister's still pulsating snatch. As soon as she feels me shoot the first stream inside her, she pulls my head back and plants a deep fervent kiss on my lips. I unload several spurts of cum into my sister's soaking wet vag as we remain deeply embrace in our kiss. Time almost stops in the moment, and it feels like we sit there for another 10 minutes. Her pussy finally stops climax-sucking every drop of cum from my balls. Our kiss starts to relax; and then she pulls back, and drops her head on my shoulder. I begin to kiss her neck, and she lets out a slow, satisfied, "mmmmmmmm". The nice hot water from the shower is still spraying down on her back. Emily lifts her head up, which blocks most of the water from hitting my face, and we look at each other for a few seconds. She gives me a nice big smile, and then quickly bounces her ass up and down a couple of times. My softening, but still semi-hard, dick slides inside her, and the head is fairly sensitive from dumping such a big load into her cunt just a minute earlier, so I grip her a little tighter and let out a little, "uhhh" sound, of pleasure and pain. "Just my way of saying thanks, bro." she says as she kisses me with two quick pecks on the lips. This time, Emily slowly lifts her body from my lap. My cock slides out of her fleshy mound and falls into the crease of my hip. As she lifts herself up, I see some of our juices drip out of her freshly fucked pussy and land on the tub floor between my legs, before being quickly washed away by the flow of water. She follows my gaze and realizes what I am looking at. She promptly spreads her legs a bit and slips a couple of fingers deep inside her twat again. She glides them in and out, a couple of times, and then pulls them out, and sticks her gooey fingers into her mouth. After sucking on them for a few seconds, she smirks at me again and says, "Tastes even better now." \*slurp\* "And I'll be thinking about your cum dripping out of me while I'm doing a presentation later this morning." I know my sisters are both on the pill, but still, I shouldn't finish inside of them, just to be on the safe side... but this time... well... that was just amazing! Emily reaches her hands down to me. I bend my legs, grab her hands with mine, and she pulls me up to my feet. As soon as I'm up, she pulls me towards her and we embrace and kiss again under the massaging taps of the showerhead. Between kisses, Emily says, "That was really great...\*kiss\* And now I've got... \*kiss\* to get ready... \*kiss\* to go. \*kisssss\*" "I know, I know..." I say, \*kissing\* back at her, "...rushing off to class." \*peck\*\*kissssss\* "Hey, you've still got a couple of hours until your classes start." She says, as she lightly slaps my butt cheek. "Yeah, well... Thank you, sis. That felt great!" I say back to her, with one last strong kiss, and then she slips past me and hops out of the shower. Emily grabs a towel, clutches it to her chest in a bunch, and I catch myself ogling her sweet little ass as she quickly trots out the door. Alone again in the shower, I look down at my fingers and notice they all look like raisins. The only thing left is to do a quick rinse off, and then turn off the shower. I grab my towel, dry off, and then wrap the towel around my waist. The mirror is completely fogged over, so I take a second to wipe it off. I do a quick brushing of my hair, just to set it into place, and I'm good to go. The clock shows that it's 8:10, and my first class doesn't start for two more hours. Chapter 3 As I step out of the bathroom I can hear a car leaving the drive way. That would be Sarah, heading off to the local High School. Since her first class starts at 8:30, she should be there in plenty of time. I also hear Emily in her room at the end of the hallway, most likely getting dressed herself. As I am about to head to my room, an aroma in the air catches my attention. Instead, I turn around and head towards the kitchen. As I round the corner, heading towards the kitchen, I see mom in her fluffy maroon robe walking towards me with her morning coffee in hand. Our mother is in her early 40s and has a toned athletic build. She spends a few days a week at the gym, to keep in shape, and it shows. She's just a couple of inches shorter then my sister's and me, and she has brown hair, just like us, that's slightly curly and drops to just below her shoulders. My sisters tell me occasionally that I have her eyes, which I can also definitely see. I glance down at her cleavage and notice that she's filling out the top of her ever-so-slightly closed robe, quite nicely. I'm sure my sisters inherited those beauties. Mom has a master's degree in marketing and she works as a consultant for several big and small companies in the local area, and on the Internet. As such, she has a pretty flexible schedule, and is usually able to work from home. On the rare occasions that she does need to travel, she's usually not gone for more than a day or two, so we can pretty much always count on her being there for us. Our father passed away several years ago, and we had to pull together to keep everything running smoothly in the household. That's pretty much why we have all become so close over the last few years. As we start to pass each other in the hallway, we give each other an endearing smile. "Good morning honey." she says as she leans up and kisses me on the cheek. "Morning Mom." I say as I rotate my face just a bit to peck her on the cheek at the same time. "There's some breakfast in the kitchen." she continues, "And, I'll be in the tub in about 15 minutes." She says with a smile and a wink. Mom playfully pats me on my towel covered butt as she passes by me. In the kitchen, mom had made some scrambled eggs, hash browns, and a few pieces of bacon. As I start to put a plate together, I could hear the water running back in the bathroom, and the tub starting to fill up. After a couple of minutes I am about half way through with my breakfast. I glance up and see Emily straightening her blouse as she comes down the hallway. She has her hair rolled into a small bun on the back of her head, and is wearing a smooth black skirt that just barely covers her knees. She is looking very professional today, but then again, she does most days. She has a natural beauty that she doesn't cover with make-up; which I think is a really good thing. Emily gives me a sweet smile and then turns her attention to the food. "Looks like a good spread today." she says, as she grabs a fork and takes just a couple of speedy bites from the bowl of eggs and hash browns. "Can I have these last two pieces of bacon?" She asks, as she looks up at me. "Go for it. I'm all set." I say, motioning to the one remaining piece of crispy bacon on my plate. "Cool, thanks." she says as she picks up the bacon with a napkin. Emily turns and walks over to me, kisses me on the forehead and says, "Have a great day, bro. Love you." "Love you too!" I say after swallowing a bite of eggs. "See you at lunch?" She turns back to me and nods as she picks up her purse, takes a bite of the bacon strips, and then heads for the door. I finish my breakfast, put my plate in the sink and head back down the hallway towards the bedrooms. On my way, I glance down at my finger tips and see that they are pretty much back to normal now. I also notice that my towel is getting a little loose from walking around, so I give it a quick pull-apart and then re-tighten it around my waste. I turn the corner at the hallway and I'm now right in front of the bathroom again. The water is no longer running, and the door is cracked open just a bit so I can hear the soft splash of a hand running slowly back and forth on the surface of the water. Chapter 4 I casually push open the bathroom door and peer in. The tub is not full of bubbles, but there is a small layer of bubbles on the surface of the water. Mom is siting against the back slope, and there are just enough bubbles to cover her breasts and body. Her right arm is resting on the lip of the tub, and her left hand is skimming back and forth between the bubbles and the water. "Are you ready, mom?" I ask. "Come on in, honey." she says as she looks up at me and smiles. I enter the bathroom, and close the door behind me. "Thanks for the breakfast" I say, as I turn to the sink and put some paste on my toothbrush. "No problem, honey." "Did the girls get off okay?" "Yeah mom, they're all set." I say as I give her a knowing smile. As I'm brushing my teeth, I can see mom behind me in the mirror. She looks relaxed, with her head leaning on the headrest at the back of the tub, and tilted towards me. She's just watching me. Seeing this, I wiggle my hips just a little bit, and as I hoped, it brings a subtle smile to her face. I finish brushing my teeth and then rinse out with a bit of mouthwash. I turn around to face my mom in the tub, and with my left hand I pull the towel from my waist, with one smooth movement, and hang it on a hook next to mom's robe. My dick isn't hard, but it is chubby, and it starts swinging a bit from being released from the towel. Mom looks me up and down for a moment, and then softly bites the corner of her lower lip. My mother looks so sexy when so does that, and I think she knows what it does to me. My dick bounces involuntarily as it gets a couple of fresh pulses of blood into the shaft. "The water's perfect." mom says as she sits up, lifts her knees up to the water level, and slides forward in the tub, to make room for me at the back. As she moves forward her firm and sizable D cup breasts are lifted above the water and through the bubbles. The bubbles slowly slide down her hearty jugs as she looks up at me, silently summoning me to get in to the tub behind her. I step into the tub, and slowly lower myself into the nice hot water. Mom is still looking up at me, and as I'm lowering, my stiffening dick is fairly close to my mother's face. As my crotch passes her eye level, she leans in and softly kisses the thick shaft of my penis. This sends a small tantalizing shiver up my back and down into my legs. I settle into the tub, with my back against the gentle slope, for the second time today. My legs are spread apart, touching the walls of the tub, and my mom is directly in front of me, between my legs. With both of us in the tub now, the water raises to about 4/5ths full, and the bubbles are covering me and my mom's chest. As soon as I'm settled, mom straightens her legs against the other side of the tub which pushes her butt perfectly into my crotch, and then she leans her back against my chest. My balls and the base of my shaft are now snuggled comfortably between the top of my mom's buttocks, and her beautiful boobs are about halfway out of the bubbles in front of me. It almost looks like my mom's breasts are floating on the surface of the bubbles, which come up to her delicate nipples. Mom leans her head back onto my left shoulder, tilts her head towards mine, and says, "Sarah was in a pretty good mood when she came out for breakfast. All your doing, I suppose?" "Yeah, she had a pretty intense orgasm in the shower." "I'm glad to hear that. You always treat your sisters so well... And your mom, too..." she says as she closes her eyes and moves her head closer to mine. I rotate my head and extend my neck, just a bit, close my eyes, and our lips meet in a warm and soft embrace. Mom's lips are full and luscious, and they feel great against mine. As we kiss, I bring my arms up and tenderly cup each of my mother's perfect tits in my hands. 'I hope that both of my sisters have their breasts stay as firm as mom's are, in their future.' I'm lightly massaging my mom's sizable breasts as we open our mouths a bit so the tips of our tongues can flick at each-others. It's my second round of tongue wrestling today, but mom is a bit more sensual about it then Emily is. With this kind of wrestling, especially with mom, we both win! After a while of our madly hot kissing and groping, my cock is fully hard and pressed firmly into my mom's lower back. Without losing our lip-lock, Mom slowly lifts and rotates her body, just enough so she can reach her right hand between us, take hold of the base of my dick, and tenderly roll my balls around with her fingers. My eyes open for a moment, due to the sensation, and then slowly close again. 'Hmm, now I know where Sarah learned that little trick from earlier.' I think to myself. Still heavily occupied by my mother's mouth on mine, and what her hand is doing to me under the water, I almost don't notice that she starts to guide my left hand from her tit, down her belly and to the top of her smooth slit. I push my fingers the final inch, slipping my middle finger in between my mother's small and puffy flaps of her vulva, and gingerly over her clit, and then mom releases my hand, to do as it will. With a good amount of pressure, my middle finger flicks over my mom's clitoris and it causes her to break our kiss and snap her head back. As I continue her spasms, by rubbing and teasing her clit, I bend my head down to lick my mother's neck and collar bone. This really sets her off and soon her left hand is grabbing the hair on the back of my head and pulling my head into her neck. I'm licking and sucking my mom's neck just like I would be doing if I were eating her pussy, and she seems to be immersed in the feeling. She is trying to moan, through short, spastics, breaths, and biting her lower lip with what appears to be a massive amount of intensity. Her hand is still under the water, wrapped around my cock, but at the moment, all she can manage to do it tightly grip my shaft in her fist. It still feels great though, as I occasionally flex my cock in her grip. I increase the pressure and speed of my finger on my mother's clit and her squirming is almost splashing the water out of the tub. I have to tightly squeeze her right breast in towards me, just to keep her from slipping out of my grip and into the water. I lift my legs to wrap them over and inside my mother's legs, so I can spread her open even more, and get a better grasp on her at the same time. I synch the vibrations of my finger with my mother's increasing moans. If I didn't know better, I would think she is having a seizure. Our position at that moment must have been something straight out of the Kama Sutra. It is a crazy kind of steamy human pretzel, and it all felt absolutely great. "OooohhhhhhhMmmmAhhhhhhGaaaaaaaAAAA..." My mother gasps out as she starts to shake and convulse on top of me in the bathtub. As my mother hits her climax, her entire body is quivering between my arms and legs. I continue slowly rubbing around and over the swollen bulge in her twat, and each time I contact it, it sends another twitch into her body. At least two more minutes of giving my mother rolling spasms, and she finally releases my hair, and tenderly places her left hand on my left wrist. With that signal, I know she's finally had enough. I stop moving my finger between her supple lips, and very slowly slide my finger out, leaving my hand resting softly on the mound above my mother's sensitive slit. She responds with a deep, relaxed, exhale. 'I think I just gave my mother a hickey...' My mother's head is still on my left shoulder, but rolled away from me and facing the wall. I'm pretty sure her eyes are closed, but I can't really see, and she is still breathing in a heavy and deep rhythm. I lift my head up. 'Yup... I definitely gave her a hickey.' I think to myself as I see the bright red circle where her neck meets her shoulder. I lean my head down and rest it on my mother's head. I can feel her pulse still racing with each breath. Her right hand is still behind her back, and wrapped around my mostly hard dick. After just a few moments, she starts squeezing her grip around my cock, and causing it to quickly refill with pressure. The bubbles are almost completely gone now, and I can clearly see my mother's fit body under the water. She slowly rolls her head to face me, and then leans in for some additional passionate kissing. "It's your turn, baby." my mom says to me, between kisses. "Let's go to my room, Hun." she says before giving me one more deep kiss. Mom releases my dick from her vice grip, and we untwist our bodies from each other, splashing just a little bit more water onto the floor. She slides her feet back and lifts herself up just a little. Leaning forward, she goes onto her knees, and flips the knob to start draining the water. Her toned ass is now in full view, just inches from my face. The small flaps around her pussy are dripping water back into the tub, and there is a thick cream slightly leaking from her cunt. For the second time today I am looking at a perfect diamond shape where my mom's legs and her round ass come together, beautifully encasing her swollen pussy. Mom pushes herself back, and as she straightens her legs to stand up, she passes her ass about an inch from the front of my face. I want to grab her hips and bury my face between her cheeks, but I know I have to wait. Just a minute or two anyway. As the water continues to drain, Mom turns and steps out of the bathtub. She lifts her robe off the hook and, like a ballet dancer, she elegantly spins around into it. She stops her spin, robe on, but still completely open in the front, and faces me. Slowly, she leans down and kisses me tenderly on my lips. "I'll see you in a minute, son." Mom whispers in my ear before she stands back up, turns around, and seems to float out of the bathroom, like an angel. 'My own personal, motherly, angel.' I think. I take just a moment to reflect on what just happened. I look down at my still rock hard cock, just as the water level drops to my waist, and my dick is again resting on my stomach. Almost like it's winking at me. I stand up, and get out of the tub, grab my towel, and quickly dry off. I drop my towel onto the floor, where most of the water had spilled out of the tub. 'That should soak some of it up.' I head out of the bathroom, totally naked, and sticking straight out, and, as if my penis were a divining rod, it led me straight back to my mother's room. Chapter 5 As I enter my mother's room, I see her robe on the floor, next to her king sized bed, with mom laying on her side, across the foot of her bed. She is still completely naked, and she's propping her head up at the corner of the bed, with her left elbow and hand. Her right arm is resting on her side, and her legs are semi-crossed at the other corner. I glance over, for a second, to mom's dresser, and I see a few pictures of my sisters and me. 'I love our family.' I think as I look back to my mom. She lifts her right arm off her side, points at me for a moment, then she twists her arm, palm up, and bends her finger two times. "Come here, son." she says in a very sultry voice, that I don't quite recognize. I walk directly to my mother at the edge of her bed, and as soon as I'm within her arm's reach, she grabs the shaft of my dick, and pulls it straight to her mouth. I have to hop a little bit as she tugs my member towards her. She immediately puts my dick in her warm, wet, mouth, and begins to bob her head back and forth on my solid appendage. I move my right hand to the back of my mother's head, running my fingers through her hair, and then place my left hand softly on her side. I notice the bright red hickey spot on her neck as I rub my left hand up and down her side and back, in rhythm with her mouth sliding on and off of my cock. Then I move my left hand down and cup her right breast from the inside. Her D size tit felt soft and heavy in my hand as I massage the whole of her breast. While my mother is still bobbing her head on my dick, I lean over and slide my left hand down her belly and between her legs. As my hand moves down, she intuitively lifts her right leg and moves her right foot back to rest just below her buttocks. Her legs are now open in a perfect 'V' and the middle finger of my hand slides right over her clit and into the warm smooth slit of her pussy. I rub my finger up and down the length of my mother's vagina, repeatedly dipping the tip of my finger just into her wet tunnel and spreading her residual pussy cream all over her puffy lips. Moms hand is still at the base of my cock. She removes my cock from her mouth and twists her head under my scrotum. She tenderly starts to lick around my balls, and occasionally sucks one of my balls into her mouth to massage it with her tongue, while she is slowly stroking my shaft back and forth. My head tilts back and my eyes are again rolling back in my head. 'Man, I am so glad I shaved my sack the other day!' "Ohh, mom... that feels awesome!" I moan. Mom drops her head down and lets my right testicle playfully \*pop\* out of her mouth. "I'm glad you like it, son." Seizing the moment during that pause, I back away a few inches and move to the center of the foot of the bed. I take hold mom's left ankle in my right hand and lift her foot near my head as she lays onto her back. Then I reach down to grasp her right ankle in my left hand and bring it up to her other one. Holding both of her feet to the right side of my head, I reach down towards my mother with my left hand, palm open and up. Mom smiles up and me and uses both hands to take hold of my wrist. I pull her up just a bit to spin her body ninety degrees counter-clockwise. "Whoa. Oh, my... What do you have in mind, now?" Mom says as she giggles up at me, with a devilish grin on her face. She's now centered on the bed, with her ass hanging just slightly over the bottom edge of the bed, and my cock pressed straight up and nestled right between her butt cheeks and pussy. I place one of her feet on each side of my head, holding each ankle in place with each hand. Then I tilt my head and stick my tongue out towards my mom's left foot. As my tongue touches the center of her arch, she starts to giggle again and reflexively tries to jerk her foot back. I continue to hold her ankle tightly as I lick up the sole of her foot towards her petite little toes. Mom is still giggling and lightly trying to tug her foot away from my tongue as I get to the tip of her foot and take her big toe into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. She stops pulling for a moment and starts to relax her foot. "Mmmmmm. Now that's nice..." she says as she begins to bite the lower corner of her lip again. I'm not really a foot guy, but I know mom likes it when I give her the occasional foot rub, and I figure since her feet are clean, why not. I'm glad she likes this, I'll have to remember it... As I'm sucking on mom's toe, I start rubbing my utterly hard, and slightly curved, dick back and forth over and through her pussy lips. I can feel her juices spreading on my member and allowing it to slide smoothly over her still swollen clit. With each pass, mom slants her pelvis up to meet my meat, as it rubs against her. I remove her toe from my mouth and begin to kiss and lick my way to her ankle. Mom twitches her foot again as I lick down the inside of her arch again. I spread mom's legs apart a bit, holding one ankle in each hand and start licking from her ankle to her calf. As my tongue goes down her left calf, I have to slide my dick back and away from my mother's eager tunnel. "Awwh." I hear from mom, with the slightest twinge of disappointment. I immediately drop down to my knees as I move down to her inner thigh and begin to lick, kiss, and suck my way towards my mother's special sanctuary. "Oooooh" she moans as she realizes exactly where my tongue trail is heading. Her thigh muscle is twitching as I continue to lick and tenderly kiss my way down her toned inner leg. I finally get to her holy land and I take a moment to admire it. Her thin, small, flaps protruding on each side of her slit, and her still engorged clit bulging from between her extravagant lips. "pleeeease..." I hear mom whisper from the center of the bed, and it snaps me out of my momentary trance. Mom's legs are slightly bent up, resting on my shoulders. I move my hands and tightly grab each of her beautiful buttocks, and I use my thumbs to delicately spread her pouting lips apart, mere inches from my own lips. I swiftly spear my tongue into her magnificent pussy. "Ohhhhhh yessssss" she says as she grabs a handful of her blankets in each hand. I start snaking my tongue, to and fro, as deep into my mom's pussy as it will reach, and I can tell that her entire body is tensing up with pure pleasure. After a minute or so I remove my tongue from her hole and begin to flick it over her enlarged clit while quickly shaking my head back and forth. This causes mom's body to twist and tense up as her thighs tighten on my ears. I move back to penetrating her pussy by jabbing my tongue in and out of her again, and she slightly loosens her leg grip on my head. "Please, Son. Please, Fuck Me Now!" There is no need in making either of us wait any longer, and I am more than ready at this point also. I remove my tongue from my mom's vagina, but I don't quite stop. I quickly lick up her entire pussy, across her clit, and up out of her slit. I continue running my tongue over her shaved pubic mound, and over to her right thigh this time. I lick about halfway up her thigh, and when I feel her thigh muscle twitch I stand up and hold mom's legs up in the air, holding one of her ankles in each of my hands again. Her legs are now forming a smooth sensual 'V' in front of me. I teasingly slap my dick down on mom's stomach. The head of my hard member almost reaches her navel, and my balls are tenderly resting over my mom's pussy. As I start sliding my cock down her belly, mom reaches down and guides my thick member down to her entrance. I bend my knees down about an inch, so I can line up with my mother's pleasure spot. As soon as I feel my head at her wet portal, I slide forward, and enter my mom's pussy. My dick has dried off a bit, but mom's pussy is really wet, so it still slides right in. It feels great as mom begins flexing her pussy muscles in sync with my thrusts. 'Thank god for her Kegel exercises.' Mom is massaging her big breasts and tweaking her puffed nipples. I can just barely see the head of my cock moving up and down above her pelvic bone, under the skin of her toned stomach. After a couple minutes of steady thrusting, I cross her legs and place both of her feet on my right shoulder, wrapping my arms around them to hold them steady. Mom is really tight now and soon she starts to shake and convulse; and she begins having another massive orgasm. Her pussy is gripping and sucking on my pole as it throbs around me. I bottom out and I stop, completely inside of her. She grabs my hips and locks me there, holding me fully inside her for the duration of her climax. After another minute or so of contractions and sporadic mini-spasms throughout her body, mom's breathing starts to return to normal. Mom looks up at me and asks, "Did you cum, baby?" "Not yet, but I'm close." I say with a grin and quick bounce of my eyebrows. I gently lower her legs down to the bed and slowly pull out of her. There is some thick juice that dribbles out from her pussy and stays attached to my dick, spanning a couple of inches before it breaks apart and falls onto the blanket. I'm sure some of that is from my pre-cum, but most of it is all her. I softly pat mom on her smooth butt, and she knowingly hops up onto her hands and knees. Her ass is now in the air, right in front of me. I place one hand on each of her butt cheeks, spreading her cheeks open. This gives me an absolutely awesome view of her pussy mound and ass hole. I crouch down and slowly lick the hood of her pussy, causing her cunt hole to visibly spasm. Then I slide my tongue up to her still very wet love hole, over her taint and right across the center of her anus. "Mmmmmm. Give it to me again, son. Stop teasing me." I finish licking up the remainder of her freshly washed butt crack and then stand back up. My dick is pointing straight at my mother's pussy, just like the divining rod after our earlier bath. I don't even have to hold or guide it. As I move forward it slides straight into her tight, wet, tunnel. "Yesssss, that's it. Give it to me!" She demands, as she arches her back down and pops her ass and pussy out to envelope my entire shaft. I swiftly start pounding her from behind, gripping tightly onto her hips and thrusting deeply with each forward movement. My balls are slapping against the hood of her slit with each lunge. Mom shifts her weight to her left elbow and reaches under her body with her right hand to start massaging her clit. I can feel my balls now slapping into her fingers and I feel my sack start to tighten up. "I'm so close mom... uhh, almost, there." "Yes. Give it to me. All of it." Mom says, rocking her ass back to meet each of my thrusts. One final deep thrust, my balls retract tightly to the base of my shaft, and I release my first spurt deep into my mom's vagina. Mom drops her head to the sheets and reaches straight back with both hands. She grabs ahold of my hips and pulls me deep into her. I feel another strong spurt shoot from my cock. "Uhhhgg." I grunt out. "Ohh, yes!" my mother moans into her bed. We are both pulling each other so tightly that her ass is smashed flat against my crotch. I can't even see my shaft, but I can feel my mom again flexing her cunt muscles around my cock as I discharge my third strong squirt of cum deep into her pussy. My eyes roll up and my head snaps back as she continues flexing her tight walls around my dick and my orgasm starts to subside. I feel the last few gushes of cum pulse up my shaft, and deep into my mom. "Uhhhggg." I moan out as I feel the last drops of cum being sucked from my dick by my mother's talented twat. "Oh, baby. That felt so good." Mom says in between my panting and trying to regain the strength in my wobbly legs. I lean over and lovingly kiss my mom a couple of times in the middle of her back, then I stand back up and steady myself. Slowly I start pulling my softening penis out of my mother's now cum-filled vagina. There is just a little bit of suction pressure when I start to remove the head of my cock. With a little \*pop\*, my dick is finally released. "mmmmmmmm" mom coos. As I look down at her ass, I see a big sticky wad of my cum drip over the hood of my mother's pussy, and onto her blanket. Then another glob starts to form at her hole as she shifts her weight to her left leg. That causes the second glob to drool down the side of her pussy lips and begin to ooze down her left leg. I watch it, mesmerized, as it rolls half way down her inner-thigh, then mom smoothly collapses forward on to her bed. Only her calves and feet, which are still spread to either side of me, are dangling over the bottom edge of the bed. I snap out of my trance, and collapse down to the right side of my exhausted mother. Her body is face down, and her face is tilted to the right, just looking at me. While lying next to my mother, and looking into her eyes, right now, I'm so glad I don't have to worry about pulling out with her. Mom had a hysterectomy a few years after Sarah was born, due to some random medical complication. Fortunately, that hasn't reduced my mother's sex drive one bit. "That was, really great, mom." "It sure was, darling." Mom says with a satisfied sigh. "I love when you do that thing with your tongue... It reminds me of your father." She says with a slight smile. "I know, mom." I say returning her smile with my own, as I lean over to give her a couple of quick kisses. She lifts her head slightly and meets me with her lips. I again notice the hickey that I had left on her neck earlier. "I'm sorry about the hickey. I guess I got a little carried away in the tub." "It's not a big deal, son. I know you'll make it up to me later." She says with a quick wink. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" "Not really. Probably just sleep in, and maybe catch a movie with the guys tomorrow night." "Good" mom says with playful grin. "Then you can sleep with me tonight!" "Sounds good to me." I say as I lean over to kiss her again. I look up and notice that the clock on the nightstand shows 9:35. "Oops. Gotta go, mom!" I say as I quickly kiss her once more, then jump up and playfully pat her on the butt cheek. "Love you!" "Alright honey. Have a good day. I love you too." She says as she rolls over to watch me leave the room. She quickly moves her free hand down between her legs and sticks a couple of fingers into her wet spot. I look back for a second to wave goodbye, and I see her bringing her hand up to her mouth. It looks like there is a fresh dollop of our cum dangling on her fingers, and then she slides her fingers directly into her mouth. She smiles and nods at me, while sucking on her fingers, and then I disappear, out the door and down the hallway. Chapter 6 - Conclusion I hurry to my room to get dressed and ready for class. 'Man, this was a great morning.' I've had sex with my sisters and my mom before, lots of times actually, but it's not every day that I get to be with all of them in one day. Usually it's just one of them every other day, or every couple of days. You know, stress relief or natural urges, that sort of thing. This was a special day, indeed. 'I'll definitely need to write all of this down, so I can remember every detail in the future.' ;-) My clothes are on, and my messenger bag, full of books, is on my shoulder. I take one quick look in the mirror on my way out, and I'm good to go. My first class is at 10:10, twenty minutes, no problem. \*\*\*\*\* *I have the plot points drafted for my next story with this family. \*Best Family-Movie Night\* Leave a comment if you're interested.*

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Title: Win, Win! by spug Tags: Anal, Avian, Gay Relationships, M/M, Mouse, Satire, Striptease **Disclaimer:** Batman Characters © Dccomics Anthro versions © Spug. This fic is for entertainment purposes only. Free to distribute but not altered in anyway. **Pairing:** PenguinxVentriloquist (Anthro) **Rating:** NC-17 **WIN, WIN** By Spug & KT **The Ventriloquist:** Had those glasses not been so thick, one might have witnessed the blink of defeat in the tiny mouse's blue eyes. A nose was wiggled as Arnie looked between the two pair he had in his hand and then to Mr. Scarface's complete and under fold that had already been tossed on the table. "At this rate, I'll be c-catching a cold." Wesker had to chuckle though, even as he first took the dummy's dusty pinstriped hat off it's wooden head and then reached down to tug his own belt out of its loops before letting the item drop to the ground next to his chair. Five Card Draw, no wilds. They sat at a round table at the far end of the club. There was a nice jazzy tune playing, sifting around a dance floor barren of dancers. There wasn't too many occupants being that it was late and most of the drunks had drifted off home already. They'd been playing for twenty minutes, you guessed it, strip poker. The small rodent ventriloquist had already lost his bowler, outer tux coat and his bowtie and he now had that belt to add to the pile. "Yer fuckin' cold? If I had galls day'd ge recedin' right now. Sumone wanna turn up dah heat?" Wooden arms were crossed over a still clothed chest, but Mr. Scarface was lacking pants. ( why they came off before his hat was just that kind of question.) A cigar was rolled in the birds direction. "Aight Peck-Peck deal dem again, though I'm kinda hopin yah do win, 'cause I really dun wanna see you naked!" Wesker adjusted his frames before tossing his poor hand into the pile on the table. "I c-can't believe I'm doing this..." ah but the mousy smiled. "..how did you talk me into this again?" **The Penguin:** Victory never tasted so sweet. The pompous bird was really on top of his game tonight, or lady luck was just smiling down on him. Though Oswald had always thought himself a better poker player then the rest of the Gotham heathens he usually associated with, he would still find himself loosing to that dirty hyena of a joker with his cheap tricks. Now though, he was eyeing that mouse almost in a predatory manner as he watched the belt come sliding off. "Fear not my dear rodent...the cold will not be of consequence to you soon enough." Because the images of Arnold naked were already putting a burner to that cold blooded creature's heart and then some. He had laid down his hand with a squawk of delight. In the course of the game, Oswald himself had only lost two hands, thus having removed his top hat, and outer black tuxedo jacket. Left in the black tuxedo pants, white shirt, and suspenders, Oswald was leaning over that table smirking as flippers captured the cards once more and he began shuffling the deck. "Oh Scarface, seeing me naked won't be the only thing you witness if I win the next few hands." Was that a threat? More like a promise, and it was clearly directed to Arnold, who after asking such a question, only received a chuckle as Oswald dealt him five cards. "Does that answer your question?" He pointed a free flipper in the direction of three bottles empty of their scotch on the table beside them. "Either that...or you just cannot battle against my irresistible charms." A wink beneath that gleaming monacle was made before he took his hand and inspected it. **The Ventriloquist:** A bit of red flushed under the rodents white furred cheeks at almost the same time the puppet started gagging. "oh god, don't even tell me dat! Dummy yah getter chunk me across dah dance floor!" Arnold gave Oswald a long look before his shifted his gaze between his avian lover and the bottles. "Yes.. uh that might explain it oh dear.. Oswald.. we're in public." He looked down to the puppet. "Don't worry Mr. Scarface, I'm sure we'll at least go somewhere." The mouse shifted a little bit out of nervousness and a bit more out of .. erm murr well. So much alcohol and the birds lechery grin did things to him, loosing his pants in the next few rounds would probably be a relief. Though.. he wasn't sure he could put.. a public show.. past Oswald Cobblepot, right now, Arnold Wesker didn't know as he reached for his and the Dummy's cards. He glanced his own over and then changed out three. Scarface did the same, let out a curse and folded again! But this time, the mouse let out a slight squeak and his little tail and ears perked. "Well.. Heh." Free hand spread the straight of hearts, 7, 8, 9, 10 and Jack out for the bird to see. "I just might take those suspenders from you, dear Oswald." And the mouse grinned lightly. **The Penguin:** It was almost as good as getting that mouse off, pissing the little dummy off. He smirked wider as Scarface complained over the thought of him touching "his dummy." Oswald couldn't even begin to describe what a joy it was to send that rat into a mood. "Awrk awkr awwrrkk. Yes, listen to Arnold, Scarface. Don't worry about a thing." He chuckled as he proceeded to inspect his hand. Hrm. Not bad...not bad. A pair. With Scarface folding, he assumed Arnold hadn't done much better, that was until he saw the flush. His own face would have flushed if he could have, when he threw his own less impressive hand down. "..Mphm. Sneaky little mouse." Was muttered as he reached to snap those suspenders off one by one. A little sigh of relief was given almost as some of the pressure on his weight was relieved, reaching to once again shuffle the deck. "Hrrrm. But Scarface you really are stinking it up over there. It's a good thing you weren't carved in complete anatomical correctness, or you just might be quite embarrassed." The bird picked up his hand he dealt himself after handing five off to Arnold, and instantly smiled inwardly. Oh yes. Aces! **The Ventriloquist:** Ooooh, was that a slight smirk on Arnie's face as he watched Oswald snap off his suspenders? Indeedly it was! Scarface snorted at the bird and threw his unlit cigar across the table. YES THAT COUNTED AS A CLOTHES ITEM! "Yah you just keep on talkin' 'n' one day Imma get datt strap-on 'n' some supah glue 'n' no goil ge safe." Arnold rather banked at that statement so much he almost dropped his fresh hand. "Mr..S-scarface, really... that's.." The small mouse shook a bit in disgust. He glanced at his cards. Hm. Only had a pair of queens. Maybe he could bluff it. Scarface rummaged over his cards, and this time just threw them back down on the table. "What dah fuck is dis, some kinda penance for all dah times I cheated? God dammit." " It's just not your night, Mr. Scarface." The mouse patted the Dummy's wooden head and then laid down his pair. "Well Oswald? Do I take off my shirt or do you?" **The Penguin:** The pair of queens was all to appropriate. Oswald's pair of Aces went sliding down right over those two royal ladies and he snapped that beak in delight. "...Mrrr. I believe I am clearly going to be staying quite clothed. There's no reason to be ashamed of showing a little fur now, Arnold. And as for you, Scarface, any more talk of your wooden strap on and I may just be sick. Really. You might as well just give up on this game because clearly even Arnold is fairing better then you." The penguin reached to scoop up all the cards and shuffled them quite slowly as he anxiously watched the mouse deal with the lost article of clothing. Oh yes oh yes oh yes. He tried not to make it too obvious just how wonderful the win was really, but he did show those dangerous teeth nicely as he finally dealt out five more cards to each. "You're nearing the end of your rope Arnold. Soon I won't have anything keeping me from pouncing you right on this very table." **The Ventriloquist:** No shame in showing a bit of fur, eh? Well one had to remember, this was Arnold Wesker. Yet, a couple bottles of liquor and that sharp sharp beaky smirk was enough of an urge that he didn't turn too red this time. White button down shirt was carefully well... unbuttoned and slid off slim shoulders. He had to slip Scarface(who was currently giving the Penguin the bird. Oh the irony.) off his right hand for just a moment to slide the item off completely. He also removed Scarface's own white collared shirt, and the rat dummy was officially out, being he was now naked. "It ge worth it tah see yah glow chucks! 'n' I'm out, 'cause I anit tossin' inna leg iffa I loose again!" Wesker slid Scarface back on his hand and then reached for his cards. Yet, when that last statement left the birds naughty beak, every exposed inch of his white fur that had previously been nice, slickened flat from his clothes puffed out and a small squeak left him. "D-don't tea-" He caught himself though. "Not in p-public, Oswald..." Oh god his pants were really starting to hurt. With a flicker of ears the mouse picked up his hand, switched out and then looked back up at the bird. He had three kings. **The Penguin:** That kind of a hand easily trounced Oswald, who's stride was broken as he switched out three times as well, all equally ending up with a complete waste of a hand. Had Scarface given him his bad luck when he'd gotten out? It would almost seem that way. Curses. The mouse puffing out like so had made him so pleased with himself. Not in public? Not in public my ass. Or shall we say Arnold's ass. But now, seeing that he'd obviously lost in the current round of poker, the Penguin gave another squawk of indignance and threw down his lousy hand. "...I bet you think you're just so clever." Perhaps Scarface's worst nightmares would be realized after all, and Oswald would be the first one naked. He reached up and carefully undid the buttons on his white dress shirt one by one, until that broad chest and round feathered stomach were all revealed. He refused let defeat win him over though, so his chest was puffed out with pompous pride, before he shuffled the deck once more and retrieved his newest hand. "Hrm hrm hrm..." Better, Better... A card was switched out, only one! **The Ventriloquist:** Those think frames were almost conceivably the best poker face. Hidden eyes and the mouse's usually stoic expression, oh yes. Not that Arnie was honestly any good at the game, Maybe all the booze they had consumed had dampened the Penguin's usually winning streak. Not that either of them were winning now. It was a dead even match! Down to britches. Ears flickered forward as Oswald shed his button down and the Ventriloquist broke another smile. The birds tummy was soft and he wondered if a nap would be better then finishing the game. Mice like soft places to curl up on. A twinge in his pants reminded him that now was not nap time, and a gag from the naked puppet had him picking up his fresh hand. "Guuuuuh. Why dah hell are we playin' dis fer anyway? Gotta rememger dah golden rule, don'ts play pokah wit out some green on dah tagle. " The Rat dummy leaned in on Arnie's cards and then let out a chuckle. "Ahaha.. yer ass is gare, gitch." Wesker wiggled his nose at the Dummy and sighed before laying his three tens on the table. "A-alright Oswald. Just don't knock the table over on me..." **The Penguin:** True, his monacle only hid half of his eyes, but Oswald had developed a good poker face of his own. It was his fine breeding...or at least that's what he'd tell you. He snapped his beak with delight as he listened to Scarface recite the golden rule of poker playing. True--what good was it without cash? Well, in this case, getting Arnold naked was just as good if not...dare we say...even better then walking off with a fat stash of cash. However, whatever incentives Oswald might have been playing under, he waited anxiously for the mouse to reveal his hand. Now truth be told he was a little nervous, unsure if the two pair he had would be enough to get that furry white ass in the palm of his flipper. However, Scarface seemed to prematurely spoil the surprise! Fucking rat, always ruining everything! But his moment of annoyance quickly past as with elated delight he slammed his two pair down. YES. Not only had he won.. but he'd won. In the end they'd both be naked sure...but.. mmmm. He let out a delightful coo as he leaned over the table, and sighed. "...Oh don't worry, I can control myself. it's practically just enough for me that I won in the first place. But...seeing your tail and more is a nice bonus." So while he said he wouldn't knock the table over on him...he didn't say anything about not.. knocking it over. With a push of his elbow, it went careening to the floor and revealed the bird from the waist down now, a very apparent erection in those black tuxedo pants as he created a full view of the mouse. Later on, they could play nude 52 card pick-up! **The Ventriloquist:** Ah but dear, dear Oswald! Your eagerness is a little to early! Wesker squeaked is surprise as the table was knocked over as the cards went flittering all over the ground. Well with the table out of the way, there was no way to hid the fact that the mouse himself was supporting more wood then what was on his naked hand. (Naked as well!) "Argh!" Scarface screamed and pushed his wooden paws into his glass eyes. "Goddammit I dinna wanna see dat!" Wesker stood off his chair, but by the time the rodent was to his feet he had a small smirk on his face. "B-but ..Oswald... You haven't won yet.." Oh? Free hand snapped down to the tuxedo trousers button and flipped it loose. Zipper was tugged down and those tuxedo pants made a -wooph!- as they hit the floor. Ah, but if the bird was hoping for a show of soft mouse fur and hard cock, he'd be disappointed. A pair of black boxers clung to Wesker's pokey belly and waist. "You uh.. have to get these off first..." Scarface uncovered one eye to bust out laughing. "Ahahaa... I didda see dat one comin' smooth Dummy! Gut dah cards are ovah dah floor. How's yah supposta play anoder hand?" Wesker stepped back, tail swishing and slid behind the chair. "Well?" **The Penguin:** Obviously Oswald was NOT pleased. the look on his face was just priceless though, beak hanging open as he stared awaiting to get that wonderful piece of Arnold revealed to him...yes oh yes.. not won? Psh! Of course he- \--WHAT THE FUCK were THOSE? Boxers. BOXERS. Of all the things in the world. He let out a frustrated gasp of breath as he battled with the fact that Arnold was both pissing him off to no end by duping him, and the fact that watching him get undressed had only proceeded to make him harder. How could he hate and want something all at once? Oh believe me, it was possible. His first instinct was just merely get up, swoop down on that mouse and give him what's coming to him accordingly. But! He had more class then that at least. Which was why, as Arnold presented the challenge and Scarface dually got a laugh at him, the bird slowly was reaching for something. One...two...Yank! He had taken his umbrella and first knocked over the chair Arnold was standing behind, and leaning forward looped the handle of the umbrella on Arnold's boxers. All it took was one swift gesture to bring that mouse face to face with him, or.. really... crotch to face with him. "...Ah ha ha ha...You're just so cute when you think you've outsmarted me." And with that, the umbrella proceeded to yank downward and drag the boxers with him. Oswald's eyes rolled up to Arnold as he chuckled. "Though I must say you do look quite hot when you smirk like that. Mrrrr." The umbrella was discarded, and flipper went straight to the exposed area massaging and caressing. **The Ventriloquist:** For Arnie's defense, he honestly didn't think he was so smart after all. Mr. Scarface reminded the mouse ever day that he was nothing but a 'sniveling, no-granier', but opted, being a rodent, he was owned his little bouts of cleverness. Wearing boxes though, wasn't something he'd officially planned to doped Oswald with, he just didn't like the feel of tuxedo fabric rubbing against his cock. A small squeak left the rodent as the chair was slapped over with the umbrella, followed by a higher more alarmed trill as that expensively polished (and often dangerous) handle snagged into the waist line of his boxers and he was promptly tugged toward the bird. "No I! Uh.." Wesker began, but all manner of speech was lost as that sharp beaked smirk leered at him and Oswald mercilessly tugged those boxers to his thin ankles. Immediately that hard pink mousy cock sprang free and Wesker both shivered to the cooler room air hitting it and the fact that he was now -naked- in public. "Oswald....ohhh!" The panic wasn't allowed to settle though, not when that flipper closed around the item, causing both a gasp, a flicker of that naked tail, and a murr to escape all at once. White furred hips jerked involuntary and Wesker bit his lip, flushing brightly under his albino fur. "Ughhhh!" Almost forgotten in the moment, the puppet (Also naked in -public-) let out a groan and tried bating the Penguin's flippers away from its 'dummy' "STOP DAT! I'M STILL 'ERE! GOD DAMMIT!" It's attention would soon turn to Wesker. "THROW ME, YAH TUGGY GASTARD! I DUNNAWANNA GE A PART OF DIS!" Oh but Wesker couldn't manage the strength at the moment to toss his homophobic side out of viewing range, not with that flipper making him feel soo good. **The Penguin:** Hm, while one woody seemed to be happy, the other was QUITE displeased by Oswald's actions. The Penguin could have cared less though. He was living for the sight of that color beneath pale fur, the flickering of that naked tail and the sweet like moans and squeaks the mouse issued. The bird finally dropped the umbrella as if it meant nothing at all to him, and as if Scarface didn't even exist, pulled that mouse in close by his free flipper, which came around and fiercely groped the furred rear end of the rodent. Oh yes...public. .hrm. People could certainly notice, though half of the bird wanted to take the Mouse right as he stood. However that seemed like a stupid course of action. If nothing else he could try and conceal himself fucking Arnold into next week. The penguin finally made a move to stand, though still holding firmly to the mouse's erected cock. He licked at that beak eagerly, looking into the other creatures eyes as he muttered. "...I could take you right here.. and right now...or perhaps you'd be so kind as to lean up against that wall over there and let me have at you a...mrrr...bit less publicly." Because he wasn't patient enough to have the mouse redress and them both go to a private room. Heavens no! Just the right amount of alcohol and lechery had this penguin in the perfect mood to go beyond the rough ass grope he made to the mouse to accent the end of his statement. And as for Scarface? "...You may want to get rid of our little friend as well. Apparently he doesn't like the idea of what usually follows strip poker." A dark chuckle followed as he casted a gleaming monacled glance Scarface's way in amusement. **The Ventriloquist:** Less Publicly, but still Public, and the display hadn't gone unnoticed. The few drunkards, along with the bartender, left in the dwindling night club had all ceased what they were doing. A few stared in disgust, while others licked their chops and nashed their teeth in envy. The Rat dummy let out another growl of disapproval as Arnold was tugged closer. Fur brushed feathers as the bird stood. Flipper and erection to brush that still clothed one of The Penguins. Umph! Wesker rolled his eyes into the back of his skull for a moment under those glasses with a mix of emotions. Lust, panic. In Public, they were in Pub - "Oooh!" Another high squeak left him as that flipper gripped around a plump plush ass cheek and gave that possessive squeeze. Naked pink tail swished and brushed the groping hand as Arnie pressed forward. His maw scrapped over the top of Oswald's beak as he groaned and wiggled. "You dioty fuckin' pervert, Getta fuckin' room. Dummy don't you give in tah him!" Scarface might as well have been talking to the wall Oswald was hinting for. A second later, it would be Arnold's pile of clothing it could curse and mutter into, because the mouse jerked his arm and tossed the naked wooden seething timber into the discarded items. "Ah Fuuuuuuuuck!" It was the ass groping that finally convinced the rodent he'd rather have it here then wait for the car or a room. A paw dragged out of the pooled pile of boxer and a fluffy inner thigh rubbed against the Penguin's still clothed hip. "W-walll!" Arnie finally gasped as both arms curled around the birds neck and a cute tongue trailed the smooth polished surface of that dangerous beak. Mgh. Oswald made him do such terribly embarrassing things, humiliating things, and yet, made him want to do them, because it felt good. Through his glasses (which were now getting quite fog up) He could see the creatures still staring at them, and he wondered if they would watch the whole show. Goodness, if this got out, the papers, the media, The SNICKERING at Arkham! **The Penguin:** Oswald was indeed showing his true colors as having a quite perverse side. He didn't seem to mind such an extreme PDA, nor the fact that the mouse was completely exposed to everyone in the place. And of course they should be jealous looking on. Both parties were about to equally experience a great deal of pleasure. The bird let out a cooing approval as Scarface landed unwanted, just like the clothing was at the moment. Even if it took extreme lust to reach Arnold on a purely intimate level and have him all to himself for a moment, it was completely worth it. He let out his own gasp when he felt his clothed erection being touched and grazed. Oh but you know you want to give in. I certainly do. He thought eagerly as he heard Scarface's last attempt to keep Arnold from completely giving into the moment. But it was all a waste, as the two bodies were now making a clear cut way toward that desired wall. Only stopped with that warm tongue being trailed over his beak, the bird practically flew with delight at the wondrous little gesture. "...Awwrrkk...Oh yes!" Shaking his head from a slight daze, Oswald finished waddling to the darkened corner where he turned Arnold to face from him and pressed the mouse's belly and forward area to the wall, completely exposing that plump rear. The sound of unzipping was made as Oswald revealed his well sized darker length, very firm and erect with anticipation, precum having already formed. He reached out and pushed those cheeks open with flippers after he'd given his own length a brief spit lubrication. There was to be no more foreplay then whatever his flipper would do to Arnold's cock as he rode him. They'd teased each other up into a practical frenzy. "..god dammit, you're just so.. fine.. ahhh.." A loud gasp followed as he plunged himself deep into the mouse, burying his entire length into the tight and eager animal beneath him. **The Ventriloquist:** At least Mr. Cobblepot had the funds to back up any kind of conspiracy this might cause. After all, he was Oswald Chester Fucking Cobblepot, Gotham cities most prized (and feared) rich beast. If he wanted to fuck his lover against a wall in club he probably owned anyway, so be it! Wesker continued to murr all the while he was backed up to the wall. He could vague hear Mr. Scarface's voice grumbling and bitching from the pile of clothing (even if it was him throwing the voice after all) he couldn't make out a word of it. Bah, the rat dummy had ASKED to be thrown. At least Mr. Scarface wasn't going to be pressed up against the wall with the mouse as Oswald yiffed him into next week. Speaking of being pressed up against the wall.. Wesker felt the coolness of the partition rather then saw it. The smooth painted surface slid against his soft white belly fur and then against his nose as he dragged his face sideways to rest his ear and cheek against it. Mismatched paws splayed to the flat surface as slim legs shifted willingly for his lover. Hell, that whip like tail even curled up against his spine and out of the way. A moment ago he'd been stifling about the display in public, now he was practically beggaring with body motions. Beggaring that would quickly spread to his dainty little maw as he felt that sizable spit lathered erection pressing to his asshole. "Yessss plea-" The murr quickly turned into a squeak as he felt Oswald's cock shove up into him. Less romantic and more animalistic, but that was something Arnold savored about the bird. His cultured savagery! Body spazed at the penetration and muscles tightened instinctively around the hilted cock. "Ohgod!" His own erection wept considerable to the feeling that coursed his small frame. Everything disappeared at that moment. The club, the audience, even Mr. Scarface. All the mouse cared about right now was the bird pressing against and inside him. **The Penguin:** This was moment that was brief and yet on Oswald could always dwell on, because of it's uniqueness. He knew soon enough they'd both be cumming and it would end, but for now, he relished in the feeling of his cock deeply penetrating the other, snapping his beak together fiercely as he pulled far out and then returned another deep thrust directly back in. Oh he was savage indeed, and so much so that the looks they received from others were either easily ignored or more fuel for him to go harder. Yes, it was a sad moment for Scarface who was clearly long forgotten and probably not going to be happy, but Oswald was willing to take the full blame for this one. He'd wanted Arnold, had been hungering for him for almost a week actually, and the opportunity had opened. Like the shrewd and successful business bird he was, he took that opportunity with vigor, and was now taking Arnold right from behind with that same amount of enthusiasm. People were always surprised how easily the bird could seem so refined at times, and then ferally hungry or aroused the next. Arnold was receiving the full brunt of it, as his cock thickly pushed in and out of his raised ass, flippers caressing the mounds of muscle flexing flesh and fur eagerly. One flipper did curl around and capture the mouse's pink erection though and began pumping it a bit, though it would stop when he grew closure to coming, he knew that. "...Mrrr. I just LOVE when you say please Arnold. Always.. awwrrrk...So polite. Ohhhh!" He groaned as a particular thrust sent foreign shivers up the arctic bird's body. **The Ventriloquist:** Mm yes, Scarface would be having wooden kittens for the rest of the week. He'd probably break Arnold's nose or bust his lip, but Arnie always had those warm feathered arms of his Birdie lover to curl and weep his dismay into later. And it ..oh yes.. it would be worth it. It was worth the stares (and the occasional readjusting in pants) they were getting from drunken strangers in the club. It was worth the wrinkles in the clothing, and it was worth it just to feel and hear Oswald as he thrusted viciously into his ass, nailing that one spot that had the mouse squeaking and letting out even more spouts of 'P-please!" and "Yes!" Because of course, Arnold was always polite, even when being fucked against a wall. He always aimed to please after all, or took to please, which ever was the case here. The flipper pumping his own weeping cock helped him to a quicker release. It was all it would need to be, a quick, hard romp after a well played game. A few more quick hard thrusts and the mouse let out a high squeak and spazed against the wall. Hot spurts of liquid splattered against flipper and wall accordingly. Muscles clenched around that bucking cock. "O-oswald,ohGOD!" He came so hard his back thighs and tail were left trembling. Face flushed utterly red under that plush, and now damp, white fur. **The Penguin:** The game had been played well, by professionals who knew just what to do when the chips were stacked high and the prize was too good to pass up. Oswald was certainly one of those characters, and he savored every moment as he now road that rodent allll the way home in a victorious squawk of pleasure. As his rounded feathered hips worked his cock in and out of that tight little entrance, he pushed the other creature even more onto the wall and nibbled with that beak playfully at the nape of his neck and ears with sweet heated murmurs of. "Mmmrrrr.. so niiice..awrkk!" And when the mouse came...? Bliss in the palm of his hand, feeling the other tremble beneath him and the hot liquid all over his flipper. With the other's release came that delightful squeak and the harder clenching on his cock that pushed ruthlessly in and out of Arnold. "O-ohhh AH! Soooo tight..God you're so hottt..uhhnn..I-I..I'm gunnaa.." Rarely would the bird speak with such bad English. Only in the heat of the moment did he stutter and squirm in his words and body. But Arnold had him more in the palm of his hand then he realized! His thrusts were at an all time high speed and finally, the bird grew closer..closer..until he let out a rather loud gasp and chirp of ecstasy when his orgasm came and flooded through him and right into that sweet awaiting ass he was buried into. The two bodies were pressed sweetly against the wall as the bird made one final triumphant thrust in and left his hot seed splattered through and through. Monacle had fallen off by this time and the penguin merely nuzzled his face into the back of the mouse's neck, gasping. "Ohhh myyy.." the double talk: There was that fine line when it came to a frenzy fucking. Where the cultured civilized parts of their brain forgot they were cultured and they were reduced to the mere beasts that made their bodies reacted to each other in such a way. In turn, Arnold had no repercussions or dismay about Oswald's loose tongue when he was buried deep inside of him. Nor was there any recollection of the jealous onlookers or the still gripping Mr. Scarface. Nothing but thrust and withdrawal as the mouse finished off his own bliss in time to feel his avian lovers own cascade into orgasm. The heat of his feathers, the slid of beak against his ears and neck, all of it was very nice, but the only thing Arnie could truly concentrate on at the moment was the area between his thighs, just under that curled up tail that was stuffed with hard cock over flooding. Hot white washed inside and the rodent spazed against the wall. Murring loudly and panting to the feeling. The final thrust was much appreciated and was even pressed back into as they collapsed against the wall. "Mmm O-Oswald." Wesker panted against the smooth and now sweaty surface he was pressed into. "T-that was a reallly goood game." He'd lost, but then again, with how the Ventriloquist felt at that moment, he was a really good loser, and felt like he'd been giving a prize that was better then the joy of victory. He had to savoir it, and since the bird had yet to pull out, Arnold was just going to stay there, cuddled against wall and soft feathered felon. "Goddd I love you." He murmured. "God dat's gay. Are you two done YET?" A muffled in clothes voice echoed from behind the pair. Wesker was a good loser, the Dummy was not, nor was he really patient either. **The Penguin:** It was rough, dirty, hard, and perfect. Oswald couldn't have had it better, as he felt the animal beneath him finally quiver and squeak loudly, and soon his own orgasm rush over as well. He thrust himself deep into the other making sure he got every little bit of himself in. After all, despite how dirty and public they'd been, they were not about to leave a single trace of their moments together. Well, a bit of Arnold's sweat did get left on the wall, but hardly noticeable! That beak curled into a dark smirk as he listened to the Mouse's stutters of appreciation. "Mrrrr. It really was a good game. I think we'll have to play it more often." He gave the tip of Arnold's ear another little nip and sighed contently. "Though...perhaps in the privacy of our home." If ever they played strip poker without the worry of other's watching...things could happen that would probably make the rat dummy sick to his termite infected little stomach. The deviant penguin wrapped both arms around the mouse's waist and cuddled back into his warm little body. "I love you too..." Was cooed back gently, before the sound of Scarface's voice interrupted their intimacy. "Oh Scarface, we'll never be done." As he said that, he gave one last surprise little push in, and then slowly removed his length. "You're just going to have to get a better poker face from now on." Ohhh irony. **The Ventriloquist:** The rodent would savior such moments as this. (Even with his less-gay, and far-more-bitchy side gripping away from the pile of clothes.) Just resting against the wall with the avian buried to the hilt, enjoying just a few moments of after glow. With a beak nuzzling his ears and those soft soft feathers, it was easy to forget they WERE against a wall in a public club. "Mm." The mouse murred to the last little thrust before Penguin pulled away. "Y-yes, more often." Hell maybe even as SOON as they got home if this mood kept up. Wesker reached up and adjusted his glasses before slipping off the wall with a little groan. He did his best to ignore the stares of the other occupants, even if the flesh under his white furred cheeks flushed a bit. "Hahahaha.. yer funnah yah know dat? Stoopid gurd-grain, Dummy come over 'ere 'n' pick me up!" Arnie gave Oswald a nod as, with a wonderful throbbing to his rear end, stepped lightly over to the pad of clothes and pulled the naked dummy up. "I'm sorry Mr. Scarface." Wesker said, but he said it with a smile. "Yer Gay, dats what yah are. 'N' I dun need a getter Poker face, you two jist need tah get with money 'n' not yer cocks!" "Maybe next time we could play something a little less risqué then strip poker. Maybe Go Fish or Old Maid." "Yah I see dah possigilities of dat. 'Go Fish fer dah Ace in yer gritches, or someone's wearin' a gurtle..' Now shut up 'n' dress me!" Wesker sighed, but instead of putting the clothes back on the puppet, he sat Mr. Scarface down in Penguin's abandoned chair and smirked lightly at the bird. "One more game, Oswald. That.. card pick up.. if you get more cards then me, I'll come play a new game ever night all next week." And with that, the mouse scampered for the deck. Ahah, cheater! **The Penguin:** There was no possibly way he could have won. Arnold was a mouse for Christ sakes, and moved faster then the waddling bird could ever hope to. Going to cheat my little rodent? Two could play at this game. The penguin only chuckled and bent down to swipe up the Ace of Clubs that was nearest to his foot. And he waited.. waited until Arnold collected every single one except that ace. But what had he been up to while Arnold scampered about. "..Mmm. 53 cards. I believe I've won." The bird had produced a spare deck he'd brought along and in his hands held more cards then Arnold. He tucked the cards away and picked up his umbrella, smiling. "Don't worry about it Arnold. I'll make sure we have lots of tea and whiskey every night...and lots of lubrication." **The Ventriloquist:**"God damn, 'n' I thought I cheated a lot!" Scarface remarked as Arnold stared at the bird for a moment. A spare deck.. why the ..utter cleverness! Ah the mouse finally just shook his head, picked up the dummy and all their discarded clothing and slipped free arm into free arm. "I just can't beat you.." He said as they headed for the door, dangling clothes in front of naughty bits, but still naked, followed by stares. "..but I'm a good loser." The End

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Title: Easter Feaster by Skwirl Tags: Bondage, M/F, Oral, Rabbit, Raccoon Foreword: Hiya again! 8th story of mine here, in spirit of Easter! Hope this one gives you all a good holiday cheer! Long live the bunny! :D Disclaimer: 1. Young and/or Disturbed, please leave. nothing interesting here. 2. Comments are welcome and encouraged. 3. Enjoy! :) \===== "Easter Feaster" (C) SciuCaro We go back many years to April 1972, to see a baby-cute little Raccoon girl named Zoe. Back then, her mother had first told her of the Easter Bunny, and his annual deed of hiding presents and eggs in secret places. Little Zoe had gotten oh so curious, and she always wanted to catch sight of this mystical Rabbit. She wanted to see if it really did exist, and if it did, what did it really look like? Twenty-two years later in her life, in April 1994, Zoe had grown to a beautiful Raccoon woman. She had a flowing bushy tail, a cute smirk that looked like she was little again, and a shapely body to fit the hug of any lustful loving man. But she missed one thing, that this Easter Bunny character was just a myth. She still believes it as a reality. The day before Easter, she bought all kinds of traps and security knick-knacks to try and capture this leporine legend. She felt too much zeal, now that she was finally able to at least try and catch this Bunny that tantalized her imaginative wit for so many years. She started to hook them up around the house, from security cameras, to snare traps. She inspected all of the devices to make sure they would work. She yawned, "Oh boy! I'm gonna hit the hay now. See the spoils I reap tomorrow." She got into her bedroom and got into her pajamas. She moved over the sheets and crawled into bed, anxious to see her catch. She tried to sleep, but she couldn't. She was too excited. She tried to relax and breathe easier, which she then fatigued a little. She then drifted off to sleep... Suddenly... SNAP! Her eyes opened first in shock, then with greed. "Oh! Lemme see what I got!" She rushed out of her bedroom to her living room, and found a body hanging upside-down, with long flaps dangling from its head. "Help me! Help me!" It cried in a scared male voice. She ran to the body and turned it around. The legend is true! She is standing half a foot away from, and facing, THE Easter Bunny! He had white fur with a trace of brown for the nearing warm months, a cute face, especially now that he's worried, and an average masculine build. Not too scrawny. Not too muscular. Just right. He was dressed in purple and yellow loose clothes. No zippers or buttons. Something similar to pajamas to throw over. He opened his eyes looking straight into her eyes. "Zoe!?" She nodded, smiling without caring how he knew her name and said, "Yep. Wanted to see you all my life you been droppin' gifts. Here I am, looking straight at you. Who woulda thought you looked so hot?" She winked at him, and he stuttered, "Uh... Uh yeah... Uh, real hot... Hey can you get me out of this? I got places to hide gifts and stuff, as you can plainly see that mess over there." He pointed to a pile of children's gifts. She shook her head at him. "First, I wanna get a little something I wanted from men, especially my childhood hero." She walked slowly closer to him, and licked his snout. He winced at the lick. He really wanted to go, so he lied to her shaky, "But you don't see...Uh, uh... I'm homo. I don't want you." She grinned at him. "I heard it in your voice. You're probably frightened to have a little lovin'. Lemme help you down and show you, lover boy." She untied him from the snare, but used the rope to tie his paws behind his back. She tried to walk him to her bedroom, but he resisted, trying to go back and out of the house. He wanted to leave. Zoe had other plans. She grabbed onto his collarbone and squeezed tightly. The excruciating pain from this neck pinch winded him out pretty bad as he screamed. She walked his weaker body to her bedroom. She threw him onto the bed and untied him. But she used the same rope to tie his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The Easter Bunny woke up from the pinch's pain. "Ugh, where am I?" First thing he saw was a top-naked Zoe. She licked her lips at him, grinned, and said, "Ready, sexy boy?" "Oh, God! Zoe, you wouldn't..." She grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled down slowly, smiling at him. She said, "Wanna bet, hunk?" She then pulled his pants straight down, with a slightly hard Rabbit member. "See, you already getting hard on me..." The Easter Bunny winced at this cute humiliation of hers. She grabbed his dick, and toyed around with it with her paw. "I can feel it getting harder and harder!" "Please, Zoe! Stop!" She looked at his face one more time, then to his cock. She masturbated it a little bit, and it got hard as a rock. "Ooh, you want me now!" He sighed humbly. She shook her head at him and said, "You know what? You need to get laid more often. Don't be so scared! You'll like it! Watch..." She licked her lips, opened her mouth, and deep-throated the Easter Bunny. To her, this was magical. She was cock-sucking a legendary Rabbit with a fur-coated dick that tasted like sugar. She pretty much was giving head to a lollipop-penised Bunny from her childhood imaginations. The Rabbit gasped in anxiety one second, then slouched slowly into a dazed relief the other second. She sucked hard onto his member, as he closed his eyes with a sleepy smile. She took his cock out of her mouth and caressed his scrotum. She said to him, "See, I told you you would want it." He looked down back at her face and nodded slowly. "You win, baby. Give it to me a lil' more." She nodded and began to suckle on his penis head. Then drooped a little lower down his shaft about midway and began the up-down motion for a moment. Then she licked from his sweet-tasting balls, up his sugary luscious shaft, back to the top to finish blowing. She started to taste a little wet drip. His delicious pre-cum! Her eyes widened with joy! She had started the myth's orgasm! She even heard it, as his breaths got heavier. She masturbated it some more and he groaned heavier, wanting more of it. "I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" She opened her mouth, awaiting the mythical cum to shoot out. He gasped one more breath, and then ejaculated a baby-blue puddle of sperm all over her face, some of which got on her tongue. "Oh my God Zoe! That felt great! Oh jeez!" She has never tasted candy as sweet and delicious as his cum. It was like getting a glob of sugar in her mouth. She opened her mouth to show her sperm-soaked tongue at him, and then swallowed it all in one loud gulp. She wiped the rest of his magical sperm off from her face with her paw and licked it off. She felt very accomplished tonight. She had met her favorite childhood legend, gave him a blowjob, and was probably the first in the universe to actually taste his mythical sweet-tasting puddle of never-before-unleashed love. "Oh jeez, Zoe! I want you bad, now!" She looked at him lovingly and said, "So, give up your job of giving candy to kids, for my... job!" He nodded to her and said, "This will be the last Easter I work. Baby girl... Move me in. They're gonna need another Bunny to serve the kids now." She untied him, and he got under the covers with her. He turned her over, and spooned her, licking her neck and she moaned silently.

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Title: 4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 03 Tags: nurse, first time, threesome, mature **Chapter 3 – Fall (Autumn)** *Authors note: Although this is written as a stand alone story the history is getting too complicated to write comprehensive story reminders in every chapter so please read chapters 1 and 2 before this one if you want the total story. Many thanks to those who have voted and made kind remarks both publicly and privately as we all live on positive feedback and it makes the hours of writing worthwhile. Please also forgive Wendy for her mystery – I have. Enjoy.* Autumn is golden but quietly fades The leaves they will dry and will fall The want is still there To succeed takes more care As the passing of time takes its toll \* Sydney, Australia 1983. Nineteen years exactly, I thought ruefully, and I will never know if Wendy came back. I struggled to find a comfortable position in my hospital bed but the constant throbbing in my foot would not go away no matter what I did. I took the letter from the bedside and read again the words I knew by heart anyway. *Dearest David, Mary Ann has passed your letter on to me and I know I must try to explain something that is unexplainable. I cannot maintain contact and cannot promise anything except that I will return in 1983, if you still want me to. My heart is torn apart but I have a previous promise, one I cannot explain, but I have a life task that must take all my time and effort. I cannot ask you to wait, in fact I must ask you not to. Please live your life as if I did not exist, no woman is worth wasting your life in waiting, so find someone special and enjoy her with my blessing. When my task is finished I will give you an explanation regardless so you can finally understand why I have behaved so cruelly to you. Please do not try to contact us again as this will compromise my situation and could cost me everything. I remember the best two days of my life as those I spent with you and those memories keep me sane in a world of madness and hate. I love you, but I cannot be with you. Wendy.* I folded the letter again, and waited for the next nurse to come in and see how I was, about ten minutes from now I was guessing. I had got a brief thank you note a couple of months after Wendy's last visit. It was a generic wedding gift thank you letter and I wondered if Mary Ann's new husband knew he was thanking me for taking his now wife's virginity just before their wedding. I imagined not. I had thought about it for a few days and made the decision I was going to find Wendy and bring her back regardless, but Mary Ann's postal address was the only lead I had so I needed to be careful. I wrote a note to Mary Ann and asked her to give me Wendy's address, as I needed to get in touch with her on a matter of some importance and waited for the reaction. Three months later the letter arrived. My immediate reaction was angry and I sent another letter to Wendy, care of Mary Ann. It arrived back, unopened, with "unknown at this address" stamped on it. I destroyed the letter and will be forever thankful that it did not get delivered. I learned two things from that episode; one was to never write a letter in anger, the other was Wendy was on Wendy's terms, not David's. I launched myself into work with renewed vigor and by the seventies I had one of the biggest transport companies in the country. I worked hard and played even harder with some pretty model or actress or socialite on my arm and in my bed most nights. I was surprised to be listed by the women's magazines as one of the most eligible bachelors for many years running, possibly because of the value of my expanding empire, or maybe because of my complete failure to find a lady I wanted to settle down with. I sold the yard in Doncaster in the early eighties to a property developer who then went bankrupt so I bought it back for much less from the receiver, subdivided it myself and resold the lots at an obscene profit. I built new yards and warehouses across Australia and made my company a truly national concern. I owned everything outright and never had to crawl to a bank manager, although many of them crawled to me. As I lay in that hospital bed in 1983 I thought to myself I had everything in life except for the one thing I really wanted and if that one thing turned up in Melbourne, where I should be, I wouldn't even know. A nurse came in to see if I was comfortable. Nine and a half minutes. Why is it that even in the most extreme pain when someone asks how we are we say fine? The nurses were having a great time of this, there was a minor celebrity in a private room and they all wanted to leave an impression. They offered sponge baths and all sorts of mysterious pleasures, much to the enthusiasm of the little head. Nurses' uniforms must have been carefully unbuttoned outside my door to barely restrain the delights within and they all had to bend over in front of me for one reason or other. In one case it was a button too far and out came the goodies. The little tattoo near the nipple was of a swallow and it certainly made me gulp. There have been rumors that hospital food has additives to prevent men from getting erections but it did not show in Ward 3 South, bed 2. The nurses would look down and giggle and a couple offered to "help me with that". Tempting, but too hard to keep at a distance, no pun intended. I thought about the accident two days ago and was waiting for the phone call that must follow. In the trucking game we had sorted ourselves out to four major companies and hundreds of smaller ones. I was of the opinion that everyone had an equal right to the business and if you wanted to expand you just had to do more and do it better. Andy was my chief rival among the top four, my best friend and we often had the same ideas. He was first into tankers, I was first into refrigerated but we both explored every market we could. He had to ring soon but the embarrassment of one of his trucks going through a red light and hitting first the brand new LTD driven by his competitor and then a police car must have been extreme. I expected many a free beer on the back of this but nothing could compensate the fact I was so far from home on the day Wendy was due. It all revolved around Wendy. Wendy in the old Chevy, Wendy on the beach by the bay, Wendy in my bed at Doncaster, Wendy in a nurse uniform... Hang on, Wendy in a nurse uniform? "Hello David." Wendy was standing next to the bed. She would be fifty-seven now and was still a knockout. No extra weight, the short nurses uniform showed a lot of very nice stocking clad leg, the zip was a bit higher than I was used to but still plenty to look at up front, she had a slight graying in the ponytail but still mostly her natural color and the faint lines on her face spoke of maturity, not wear. Wendy was still gorgeous. "I... uh..." Why is it that a very articulate person can become so tongue tied in particular situations? "Wendy, you found me." I finally managed. "You certainly did try hard to hide." She kept a perfectly straight face but there was a twinkle in her eye that told me she was joking. I still had a hard time believing she was there in front of me and then it hit me. What should have been a night of passion was going to be a night of Wendy sitting next to the bed comforting me. Not the best substitute. My face must have showed my disappointment. "David," Wendy said with concern, "I was only joking, I know you weren't really hiding." "I know," I answered, "it's just that..." It was hard to say what I was feeling without offending her. Wendy smiled. "You were looking forward to something more intimate right, not just my care, my concern and my company?" "Well I guess..." I was not sure how to agree with her. "So was I David," she said, "but for now tell me what happened." "Car accident," I explained, "in fact my car was hit by a truck." "Not one of yours?" Wendy asked, a smile creeping onto her face. "You must be a pretty hard boss." "No actually," the smile was infectious, "one of my competitors." "It wasn't..." Wendy had stopped smiling and I could see she was concerned. "No it wasn't deliberate," I was still smiling, "Andy, the owner of the company concerned, is a good mate of mine and I am really looking forward to his phone call because I am going to give him absolute shit." "Oh, right," Wendy was obviously a bit confused with the Australian business ethic, "so how bad is it?" "I don't know for sure yet," I replied, "There are broken bones in the foot and ankle but they can't find out the full story on the rest until the bruising reduces. I'm lying here in temporary plaster waiting for the swelling to go down." "I'd better go away then," Wendy smiled again, "because I seem to be making the swelling increase." I looked down and sure enough there was a tent in my bed. Again. I hadn't even noticed. "Oh I'm sorry." I was embarrassed. "Don't be," said Wendy with a smile, "I'm not." She reached over and put her hand around my cock through the sheet. With his usual perfect timing Andy chose that moment not to phone but to walk through the door. "Wow," said Andy seeing Wendy grabbing my cock and looking at her from behind. He was seeing what I was later to find was the tops of her white stockings and garters, "how do I get hurt enough to get into this hospital?" "Easy," I answered as Wendy jumped back going very red, "Just talk to your drivers." Andy suddenly got serious. "Dave," he said, "I just want you to know..." "Don't sweat it Andy," I interrupted, "I know it was an accident and those cops he hit are going to make his life hell anyway." "Yes," Andy said, "but you are still stuck in here away from your business..." "The business runs fine without me Andy." I replied. "Your car..." Andy said. "Insured." I answered. "Your leg..." Andy said. "Will heal." I answered. "But you are stuck in here..." Andy was feeling pretty guilty I think. "With Wendy." I answered. Wendy looked like she was trying to hide, not be the center of attention. "Andy meet Wendy, Wendy meet Andy. Wendy is a good friend from way back." "With friends like that we all need enemas." Said Andy, finally showing a bit of his weird sense of humor. "Pleased to meet you Wendy." "Hello Andy," Wendy was still unsure, "this really isn't what it looks like." "Then I'm sorry for Dave," he replied, "it looked like something pretty damn good to me." "Me too." I added. "Dave," Andy was getting very serious again, "I need to do something, pay something, anything to say sorry." I thought for a moment. "All right Andy, you really want to say sorry?" "I do." Andy said. "Then this year on the race car, write "Don't hit David's trucks" across the back window." I said. "Oh boy." Andy was stunned. He ran a privateer V8 Holden in the Bathurst endurance race every year and major sponsorship on those cars was impossible without a huge outlay. "You don't have to." I said smiling. "No," said Andy, "you're right, it needs to be something major, and I'll do it." We shook hands. "The occasional free beer won't go astray either." I told him. "Now you're pushing it." Andy said, obviously relieved to be able to promise something serious. Andy said an awkward farewell to me and a lecherous farewell to Wendy and left. Alone with Wendy again I knew I had to say what was on my mind. "Wendy?" "David?" "How long this time?" "What do you mean?" "You know." She thought for a minute. "Two answers," Wendy said carefully, "I leave Sydney to return to America tomorrow morning..." "You don't have to..." I started with desperation creeping into my voice. "I do." Wendy was firm. "You read that letter," pointing at the folded paper on the bedside table, "and I can't tell you how important it is, but it really is." "One night." I said resentfully. "It should be none." Wendy was again firm. "I am placing you and me both at enormous risk by being here but I made a promise and I will keep it." "What risk?" I asked carefully. "There are people who want to hurt me," Wendy was not joking, "and if they knew about you they could use you that end." "Wendy," I said, "I am not without influence, I have plenty of money, let me take care of these people and then of you." "David please believe me," she was almost begging, "they are rich, they have powerful friends and they are totally ruthless. The way I am taking is the only way and you cannot help." "But I..." "No. Say no more." Wendy was firm but I did not want to let it go. I was about to continue when she said, "I said two answers." "Yes." I was confused. "You are fifty six, I am fifty seven," Wendy stating the obvious, "and neither of us wants to wait another nineteen years." "Definitely not." I replied firmly. "My task is nearing the end and if you want to wait..." "I'll wait." My turn to sound desperate. "We can retire early, both of us, maybe in a few years, and spend our Winter together." "Just one winter?" My hopes had been raised then dashed. "Our Winter." Wendy said. "I believe our lives have four seasons. Our first time was Spring, our second was Summer this is our Fall and when I return we have Winter." "Winter is cold." I said ruefully. "All the more reason to cuddle up." The desire was obvious and Wendy's hand again searched me out through the sheet. She stroked me for a while and my blood rushed to be close to her hand. "I know we said we shouldn't say anything, but Mary Ann?' I asked carefully. "She's good and it worked but I can't say any more with my mouth full." Said Wendy, gripping tighter. "Your mouth isn't..." Wendy pulled the sheet down and pushed the hospital robe up. My cock was standing to attention and she dived on it. "Well, maybe it is." I said. Wendy sucked me down while her tongue pressed just behind the head. "Mary Ann who?" I mumbled as the sensations grew. I think the noise Wendy made was meant to be the word good, but it was pretty hard to tell. "Be careful," I said as the feelings got stronger, "I am not as young as I used to be and I am only good for one a night these days." Mumble. I don't know what she meant. "Sometimes it just fails in the middle of it or won't perform at all." I continued with my teeth clenched. Mumble. Still no idea. I felt it coming closer, and considering all the teasing I had suffered without release it should not have been a surprise that is was going to be that quick. "I'm going to cum if you don't stop." I was almost screaming. "What the hell is going on here?" A voice yelled. I jumped. Wendy pulled away, embarrassed at being caught for the second time and we both looked toward the door. A nurse had come in the room and she was not at all happy. She looked at Wendy, and realizing she was not a staff nurse asked, "Who are you and what are you doing turning my hospital into a brothel?" "Oh god no." Said someone. I think it was me. Nurse Godzilla stood there, hands on her hips waiting for an explanation and looking like an angry primary school teacher. Early thirties I would guess and she was solid with an athletic and slightly butch look, tall, broad shoulders, small hips, short cut blonde hair, square cut nails with white nail polish and a scowl that would cower a Prime Minister. Wendy recovered first. You would expect that because she wasn't just lying there with a massive cock pointing out the light fittings lack of ornate detail. "Who are you and what are you doing barging into a private room?" She asked quietly. Godzilla cracked it for the shits. "How dare you question me bitch?" She screamed walking toward Wendy. "I'm the Matron, this is my hospital and what I say goes." Wendy was standing there not moving as Godzilla screamed from a couple of inches away. "There is no such thing as a private room here and I'm going to throw your slutty little ass out of here faster than..." I didn't see Wendy hit Godzilla but she went down hard, suddenly silent. "Oh God no." Me again. "Do I have a slutty little ass?" Wendy asked quietly. "Uh, no?" I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. "Am I a bitch?" She asked a bit louder. "Definitely not." I answered. "Then," Wendy said, looking at Godzilla gurgling softly on the floor, "I think I need to talk to this... person." Wendy hauled Godzilla to her feet and walked her out of the room. I covered my once again shrunken cock and lay helpless in the bed waiting for the sound of sirens or the yelling of security guards thinking whatever Wendy was doing with her life that was so important was going to have to be explained to a magistrate. Nothing happened for about ten minutes then a nurse came in quietly in. "What happened?" She asked. "I'm not really sure." I answered. "Was that Matron Roberts?" She asked me. "Butch athlete, short blonde hair and white nail polish?" I asked. "That's her." Said the nurse. "Godzilla." I said mostly to myself. The nurse giggled but said nothing for a while. "Did that girl hit her?" "I didn't see her do that." I said truthfully. "Oh dear," the nurse said, "Matron Roberts has had a bad week." "Really?" I did not know what to say. "She's, you know, a lesbian," the nurse continued, "and her partner left her this week." "Sad." I'm not sure who was sad but someone must have been. "They'd been together since school." The nurse said. "Uh huh." I'd run out of conversation. "She's been in a bitch of a mood ever since." The nurse was rambling. "Mmmm." Another intelligent reply from David. "And she really hit her?" A curious question only. "She went very quiet very quick." I answered. "Shit." Said the nurse. "Shit." Agreed the patient. For the next two hours I waited for the storm to break, trying to think of a plausible story to keep Wendy out of trouble. Occasionally a different nurse would poke her head in the door, look at me and then leave without saying anything. It must have been serious because they all forgot to undo the extra buttons. There was whispering and a bit of muffled giggling outside as the story spread. I was in a pretty bad state when Wendy walked confidently back into the room. Lost for words again I just stared as she walked to the bed, pulled the sheet down and the gown up (again) and grabbed my dick. I think my dick was still in shock because there was very little reaction. "Wendy?" I asked. "Mmmm?" "What happened to Godzilla?" She looked at me. "Godzilla?" "Matron Roberts. You know, the one you um... had a talk to." "Oh, you mean Tash," said Wendy with a smile, "we came to an agreement." "What, no trouble?" I asked incredulously. "No trouble," Wendy confirmed, "and I have arranged a bit of privacy." "You are amazing," I told her, "now kiss me." Wendy leaned over me and we kissed. It was a very long kiss and the first thing I noticed was the taste of a woman on Wendy. With some sudden questions coming to mind I tried to pull away but she held me in the kiss until I had settled down. We finally broke apart. "What happened?" I asked. "Tash was a bit upset, so we went into an office to talk." Wendy was very matter of fact. "She has had some problems this week and it was suddenly all too much for her and she broke down. I comforted her and all of a sudden it got a bit... heavy." "Wow." Same man, same vocabulary I guess. "I comforted her and she held me and then she wanted to go on with it. I must admit I was curious so go on we did." "You and Godz..." Wendy gave me a dirty look, "um... you and Tash um... did it?" I felt like I was at school telling stories behind the shelter shed. "Yes we did." Wendy seemed quite happy and I realized how many things I did not know about her. "I had never been with a woman before and like I said I was curious." I had had previous experience with Wendy being curious, and the memories were all good. "What was it like?" I couldn't help asking. "Like it is with a man but softer, more gentle I suppose," Wendy was a bit dreamy, "but now I want some cock." We looked down and it was hard again. I wish the bloody thing would let me know what it's doing, I hadn't noticed it happening, again. "First things first," I said, "If um Tash has had a taste I want one too." "Really?" Wendy seemed a bit surprised. "Really." Not only was I firm, I was also firm. Wendy lifted the short nurse uniform up to her waist. She was wearing sheer white stockings with a garter belt and no underwear. I wondered if she had any on earlier. "You said we have privacy?" I asked as she climbed onto the bed. "Definitely," Wendy answered, "now eat." I pulled her to me and slowly began to lick her as she sat astride my face. First the lips, then opening the slit gently and working my way down to her entrance. I worked her there for a while and noticed she was already a bit wet and the taste was not as strong as usual, then I licked my way back up to her clit, which was protruding. I was gentle and soft, trying to imagine what had been happening earlier and Wendy moaned over and over. My dick was throbbing furiously having been on such a roller coaster over the day and being so close to it's intended destination now. Eventually Wendy said, "Be firm David, be rough, take me there." I licked harder and sucked her into my mouth and nibbled firmly. I used my teeth to rub her clit and she moaned louder. Wendy undid the zip on her uniform and her bra-less tits were suddenly exposed, so I reached up and rubbed her erect nipples. There we were, me half in a hospital robe with my dick straining skyward, Wendy half out of her nurse uniform in just the little hat, her stockings, suspenders and white high heels sitting on my face as I licked and sucked her towards orgasm. Wendy stopped moaning for a moment. "David," she said panting heavily, "I have a surprise." "Mmmm?" I had a mouth full of Wendy at the time. Wendy put her hands over my eyes and hands grabbed my dick. Obviously the hands did not belong to Wendy. I jumped, again but Wendy held firm. The phantom hands stroked my cock. Surely not the lesbian Godzilla, I thought, but who? One of the nurses who came in before? Not Mary Ann? Please not Mary Ann. "Lick me David, make me cum." Said Wendy and I did my best. The hands got firmer and rubbed up and down my shaft a few times before rubbing the pre cum around the head. I tried to concentrate on Wendy but the hands demanded my attention too and I think the quality of my work dropped. Wendy didn't seem to care moaning over and over and panting encouragements. The hands left and then returned with the unmistakable feeling of a condom being put on my dick. Not an expert in condoms I thought as nails scratched and hair was pulled, but in my condition I didn't care. Then a lubricant was applied and rubbed in thoroughly. Wendy was moaning louder as I felt the weight of someone climbing onto the bed and positioning herself over my dick. I tied to push myself in and Wendy panted, "Gently David, she's a virgin. Let her do it herself." As I tried to understand the implications of this my phantom lovers lips spread slowly around the head of my cock. "Oh my goodness." Said the phantom's soft and very sexy voice. Not one I recognized and Australian, not an American accent. Not Mary Ann, I thought thankfully. "Mmmm, yes David, yes." Moaned Wendy and for the first time in my life I listened to the sounds and enjoyed the sensations of two women making love to me. The phantom gently pushed down further, but the going was very tight. "It's so big." Said the phantom doubtfully. Men just love this line and I think it got just a little bigger. "Out and then in." I managed to say between mouthfuls. "Make sure each bit gets really wet before you go further." Said Wendy. The phantom lifted up and dropped down, gaining a tiny bit more on each stroke. I was licking Wendy's clit harder and she was moaning louder. The phantom kept pumping herself on my cock, out a bit then in a bit until finally it was totally buried inside her. "Oh shit, it's so hot." Said the phantom. Lick me David, make me cum." Said Wendy again. Wendy moaned more as the phantom leaned toward her. Still totally surrounding me the phantom started rubbing her pubic mound on mine, and the moaning in the room increased. I felt the spasm start deep in my balls and the phantom screamed her release just before me. Wendy was so close that I sucked her clit fully into my mouth and bit firmly, I felt the phantom's hands reach around Wendy to grab her lips and hold them open and Wendy finally did cum with a loud yell. As Wendy came she briefly separated the fingers on her hand and I was suddenly looking at square cut, white painted nails holding Wendy open for me. Wendy's hand closed and I felt Matron Tash (Godzilla) Roberts slide herself slowly off my now soft cock. "That was good... so... different." She said quietly as she got off the bed. I heard the sound of stiletto footsteps heading toward the door. Wendy said, "Wait," and the footsteps heading to the door stopped. "Close your eyes David." I closed my eyes and Wendy took her hands away and then tied a cloth around my face as a mask. I said nothing, not sure of what was happening but trusting Wendy that whatever it was I was going to enjoy it. "Can you see?" Wendy asked. "No," I answered truthfully, "but..." "But nothing," Wendy interrupted, "you just stay there and we will get you ready again." I had not felt that drained for a long time. My cock had shriveled up, my foot was aching and I was exhausted. "I'm sorry Wendy," I said, "but once is all I can manage these days." "Really?" Wendy asked. "Come here darling and let's see if we can change his mind." The footsteps returned. Wendy was on my right and Tash was on my left. I couldn't continue to think of someone I had just had sex with as "Godzilla", it just seemed wrong somehow. "It's so little." Tash said with a giggle. "Thank you very much um... darling?" I drawled, not wanting to let on I knew who she was, "You didn't seem to mind earlier." Another giggle. "No names, darling is fine," Tash answered, "and before I thought it might be too big." Hands I think belonging to Wendy pulled the condom off. "Want to taste it?" Wendy asked. "Ooh yuk." Tash answered. "All the more for me." Wendy sounded quite happy. Wendy licked up the side of my cock, cleaning the cum off slowly. "What does it taste like?" Tash sounded curious. "Delicious," Wendy answered, "go ahead and try some." A tentative lick and then Tash said, "It's salty." "But nice." Wendy replied. "True," said Tash licking up some more, "it's not bad at all." They were licking all the cum off my cock and occasionally one or the other would suck the end in and give it a bit of a nibble. They seemed to get their tongues together quite a lot too and at one stage I had the two of them with their mouths wrapped around my cock head and they were tongue kissing at the same time. Only get up once in a night? Bullshit. My cock took its time but it finally started growing. "It lives." Wendy said. "You said it wouldn't." Said Tash. "Two on to one," I complained, "not fair." "Should we stop then?" Wendy teased. "Don't you dare." I said and they kept going. I was lying in a hospital bed, foot in plaster, blindfold over my eyes and I was feeling two sexy nurses licking and sucking my cock to attention. You miserable bastard, I said to myself, you had the nerve to be pissed off with your life earlier and here you are living a fantasy. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. But I couldn't be could I? It was going to take days to remove this smile from my face. "So, what do you think?" Wendy asked. "I'm overwhelmed." I answered at the same time as Tash responded. "It's so squishy." "Not you David," said Wendy with a giggle, "you just lie there and get hard. I'm talking with our mystery friend. "So, what do you mean squishy?" She asked. "Well, it's not like a dildo," said the mystery Tash, "it's really soft and you can push the head and it sort of squishes in." She pushed the head with her finger "Like this." "I see, I think." Wendy answered. "And it's warm and alive and well..." Tash was a bit hesitant. "Yes?" Wendy prompted. "It's funny and it jumps when I touch it." Said Tash. It's sort of a shame there's a man attached, I mean it could be a lot of fun." "I've had a lot of fun with this one and it's man." Said Wendy, squeezing my balls. "Well I've tried a real one now," said Tash, "and I will have to do this again, but for now I've got to go. See you later lovers." The heels headed to the door. Wendy and I both said goodbye and the door shut. "Alone at last." Said Wendy. "For how long?" I asked. "All night, guaranteed." Wendy said and my mask was the first thing to come off. We kissed and then Wendy used a lubricant before climbing astride me, slowly lowering herself onto my cock until it was fully in her. Wendy stopped all movement and looked at me. "Do you know who it was?" She asked. "Tash." I said. "How can you be sure?" She asked. "I saw her fingernails when you came." I told her. "Please don't let on." Wendy asked. "Of course not." I told her. Wendy squatted on my cock, her heels embedded partly in the mattress and she started pumping up and down my cock, one hand on my chest for balance. After a while she lifted the hand and the only contact between us was the most intimate contact of us making love. That is the difference with Wendy, most girls I have had sex with I would say we were fucking, with Wendy it was always making love. I knew at that moment I would wait for Wendy before I ever made a full commitment to a woman. My mental picture is still vivid and I can see Wendy squatting over me, she had the heels, stockings and suspenders on with just that little white nurses hat to complete the picture. She wore no jewelry at all and no makeup that I could see but at fifty-seven was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. We stayed in that position for about fifteen minutes, a good tribute to Wendy's fitness, and eventually rolled over to the missionary position. Unfortunately at this time my years caught up and I lost my erection. "I'm sorry Wendy," I said sadly, "but it's just been too much today." "Don't worry," Wendy answered, "I just want to cuddle now and in the morning we will finish." So Wendy went and cleaned herself, then got a wet towel and cleaned me, and we cuddled together on that narrow hospital bed, talking about minor things until we fell asleep. Wendy still would not talk about herself or her task that must be finished and we did not talk about Mary Ann either so the discussion was mostly about me (boring) and a bit about the future. Wendy certainly did plan on coming back and I told her I loved her and would wait any amount of time for her. She tried to discourage me but I think she was really happy and we ended up talking about retirement. I wanted to get away from diesel engines and trucking but had no firm plans, Wendy wanted a fast ocean going boat to island hop, first in the Pacific and then who knows where? We clung together desperately, not wanting to lose our time together in sleep, but eventually we did. I woke up with Wendy's mouth wrapped around my cock and the two uses for that particular piece of equipment were fighting for supremacy. I needed a piss but was half hard. What a dilemma. "Don't you ever give up?" I asked. "Not in my nature." Wendy stopped long enough to say. "I sort of need to go." I told her. Fortunately I had a semi-private bathroom, there was access from two private rooms but you could lock the door so Wendy locked out the other room and helped me onto my crutches and naked hopped I to the toilet. I can tell you it's hard to aim when you're balancing on unfamiliar crutches trying to piss through half a woody and your lady friend keeps reaching around you, "accidentally" pushing her breasts into you back, and trying to help fine tune your aim. She ended up having to keep pressure on my dick to stop me trying to piss on the ceiling. This was a good sign. We finally headed back to the bed and Wendy applied a bit of lube as I hobbled after her, then she leaned forward over the bed, legs spread, displaying my idea of heaven. Wendy said, "Fuck me David, and fuck me like we don't know when it will happen again." I got behind her and slipped my now hard cock into her, right down to the balls. With most of my weight on my good foot I began stroking in and out, my hands on her perfect ass and watching that amazing view of my cock plunging in and out, feeling my balls hit her mound on each stroke. My legs against hers, my body in hers we moaned and sweated together as the heat built up. I eventually went to change positions but Wendy stopped me. "I want to feel you cum in this position, can you manage it?" Wendy asked. "No problem." I grunted, and lifted the pace. We moaned louder and I am surprised no nurses came in offering morphine or something; Wendy's pre arranged privacy was working overtime. Finally Wendy said, "Cum with me David, I'm going to cum." I increased the speed again slamming into her over and over as I felt my balls start to tingle as my orgasm approached, Wendy screamed with pleasure and I felt her spasms around my cock and looking down I saw her puckered ass hole pulsing in time. I let go with an enormous gush deep inside her and pumped over and over as we both shuddered in the ecstasy of orgasm. "Wow." We said together and I pulled out of her, my cock shrinking rapidly. Wendy climbed onto the bed and I got in behind her. We cuddled for some time basking in the afterglow, me curled around her, holding a breast and breathing in her scent. "You can't...?" I finally started to ask the same old question. "No David, and please don't ask." Wendy said. "You must?" Half question, half statement. "I must," Wendy replied, "but I will come back as soon as I can and it will be forever if you want." "I want," I told her, "I most certainly want." Wendy got out of the bed and I watched her put on her white high heels, the nurses uniform that zipped up at the front, leaving just the right amount of cleavage, and finally the hat. She straightened her stockings. "I would love a photo of you looking like that." I said without thinking. Wendy smiled, sad at again parting. "OK." "I love you Wendy." "I love you David." All of a sudden I was alone again, but at least not for nineteen years this time. I dozed for some time, I'm not sure how long and then I heard a voice. "I think we are badly in need of a bed bath, aren't we?" I opened my eyes to see square cut white painted fingernails holding a bowl. Close your eyes David and think of something else, truck specifications, curtain designs, times tables, just anything. For almost the first time since Wendy arrived I noticed my foot hurt.

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Title: Small Changes by archyd Tags: Athletic, Boy, Character Development, Clean, Conquest, Corruption, Domination/Submission, Girl, M/F, Macro, Master/Pet, Micro, Size Difference, Small, Soulmates, Sub Dear Reader, The following tale is an adventure of strange times with uncommon courage, bravery, struggles and challenges in an uncommonly dark world struggling to find a single ray of light. Here the difference in classes is not merely defined by money, species, nor color. It is a matter of your height, regardless of how smart, athletic, kind or evil you may be. If you are not even as big as someone's paws, then you are not even anything in the eyes of this world. For many, that means the they have no rights and no place within society beyond possessions; food, tools, slaves, toys and more. At least, that is what everyone thought. Our story begins with Archimedes D. Snowy, a tall snow leopard generally dressed in jeans with cargo pockets crammed full of geeky things and always found wearing plain polos. He's as geeky as a person can be, loves his computers, loves to learn and has refused failure at every pass. As he progressed through college, he kept a record of all that happened, no matter what. --- Archy's Story - Moving Out "Alright Mom, I'll be back on the weekend!" I said, pulling myself out of my mom's iron-griped hug. It wasn't as big of a deal for me as it was for others. We lived in Emerson, PA, just south of Reading and the PA University of Cinema, a stone's throw away. "I know, but, you're moving out!" Mom said, still trying to hold on, "and you know about our problem... If anyone finds out!" That was, we weren't technically like everyone else, we had a very particular secret to hide. "Look, its only because the college says I NEED to live on campus," I remind her, again, "I'll be home on the weekends, I'll be fine." I pulled away a bit more and managed to get out the door. My dorm was already setup with everything needed, everything else was in the truck for the ride out. We'd made sure of that on the special 'locals move in' day. A good chance to get our stuff in a little ahead of the massive move-in terrors when the whole place fills up. It was a nice perk to picking a fairly local college. Anyway, the trip was supposed to be about two hours if I took my time. About the half way point though, something small flew in front of the truck and fell down the embankment off the road. It screamed as it sailed by. Various wild animals could make a number of sounds, but, none screamed like an intelligent one. Some poor micro had been thrown out of a car.??Classes didn't start for several days and there was nothing set for freshman until the next day. I had the time to help and, I wasn't gonna leave a little thing like that out here alone. Micros could survive on their own, but, those kept as pets? That was a little bit more questionable. Either way, there wasn't much choice.??By this point, the truck was a good distance past where it flew by and it wasn't easy getting off the road. To say the shoulder was narrow would be an understatement. With the side of the truck just about touching the guards, there was only a foot of clearance before the road started and only a bit past that before the cars whizzed by. It was a good day to be a cat, larger and less agile creatures would have had a struggle getting out of the truck. A good bit back and over the embankment, I found the little micro. She was a small arctic vixen in rather bad shape. Her body was skinny, naked and assuredly had been beaten around. I wanted to help her, but, first was actually catching her.??The vixen hid as soon as I got near. She was trying to get into a little hole under a log. To her it was about the perfect cave, though for anyone else it'd be a pretty simple thing to move. Its just that, she was very fast and catching a small but fast object is not particularly easy. "Hey, calm down" I said as I got down on my hands and knees to get closer. "I'm not gonna hurt you... Not that you're going to believe me." My ears folded as, well, I wasn't totally certain how to go about doing this. There was the family secret, but, that'd only put us both in jeopardy. All that came from the little cave was some strange combination of growls and a hiss? She wasn't going to come willingly. The only solution would be to capture her and negotiate later, maybe. My hand flew in with every ounce of feline-quickness I had, pushed the fox-girl against a wall and then gradually wrapped itself around her. An ounce to me would be pounds to her, but, there was no other way and, not a bit more force was used than needed. Even so, I was still careful with pulling her out and climbing back up to the truck. Once inside I opened my hand enough for her to see me and be comfortable. It was strange, but, now, she was much more calm and submissive???"Okay, now listen, you aren't in any danger," I explained, "My name's Archy, what's yours?"??"Eeeve" the little fox stuttered. She curled up and hugged her tail around herself.??"Its okay" I said, gently stroking her with my thumb, "I'm going to take you with me to college and take care of you. You'll be alright."??Eve only nodded and curled up tighter. "Now listen, I need to put you somewhere where you'll be safe, there's an hour or so left til' were there," I said, gently placing her down on my leg, "you can slip in under my seatbelt or in a pocket or something. We just gotta put you somewhere you'll be safe if I have to stop or anything." Eve nodded her head wordlessly and began to search for her spot. She elected to crawl down and wedge herself partially between and under my legs. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but, after loosing a good half hour or so to this lunacy, there wasn't going to be an argument. When we finally got to the college, I was eager to just get inside, eat and relax. Eve was asleep, so, I very carefully transferred her to my coat pocket and zipped it tight until everything was unloaded and safely stored in my room. She was still sleeping, which meant it was time for some eating. Perhaps I could coerce her into a more upbeat mood with food???My little friend slept through our entire trek down to the lobby, through the concourse to the North Tower and into JT's Burgers. It was the college's solution to students wanting food and a convenience store. There was a small eat-in area just outside it in the hallway and inside a miniaturized grocery store with made to order food available. Of course, the hunger-solution was pretty clear: a cheese burger hoagie with chips and iced tea. The girl behind the counter was a rather interesting wolfess. She seemed to be from somewhere trapped in the sixties. Her words came fast and it seemed like she was using some other language or form of English.??"Um, why're you talking like that?" I asked, "most of those words left common use fifty years ago." "Ah ha, my slick speak's got your tongue Mr. Cool Cat?" the wolf said, moving around in a dancing manner as she prepared orders.??"Well, truthfully, yes" I said, "it seems uncommon and would seem to suggest you come from a foreign region that has somehow romanticized an older period of western history or some other unexpected reasoning for such old terms." "Well Kitty," the wolf said, "I am the lead, the head, the front of the fast track train to fan-city in the biggest musical that's ever been written, not some third world, third class bimbo. Now, you'd better catch your train slick, unless you have a thing for cold beef."??Okay, my hoagie was done and, as interesting as that wolf was, she had a point. The hoagie was done and rapidly cooling. There was no telling how long until it'd be a piece of cold beef... Which actually didn't taste that bad if it was raw... Cold burgers however were about as appetizing as sour milk.??As I quickly paid and left, my pocket started squirming. Little Eve was waking up. That wouldn't quite do, she could panic and injure herself or possibly cut a hole in my jacket and escape. Neither possibility seemed like a good one. If she escaped, she'd be at the whims of horny college giants and, well, I didn't intend to let her fall into such rough straits. My intention was to be her friend, not her master and, if necessary an owner in ink only. I all but ran to my room, bowling over a number of others in the hall way. Snow Leopards weren't the biggest cats, but, I was broad in the shoulders and well built. A furry-freight train when I had a place to be. In this case, that was a safe spot to help, care for and feed my recent freed friend.?

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Title: Me & Katie in the Caribbean Ch. 02 Tags: spa, massage, blowjob, interracial, threeway Chapter 2 - Me, Katie and the Couples massage: Katie is a friend of my wife and I, in Chapter 1 of this series 'Me & Katie in the Caribbean' you can read about how I ended up on holiday with Katie instead of Penny, and how we'd been getting to know each other better over the holiday so far... We'd been given a voucher for a free 1 hour couples massage when we'd arrived at the hotel, so one afternoon we went to the Spa to cash it in just before our 4pm appointment. The spa marketed itself as a 'palace of peace and tranquility' and it certainly lived up to the billing when we stepped through the door; the Air Con was quiet and powerful so the place was cool, the trickle from the water feature and soothing music was designed to slow the heart rate, and the staff's hushed tones at the reception desk was definitely different to the bubbly persona of the front desk staff. I handed over the voucher to the girl behind reception whose name tag said 'Maz'. I'm terrible with guessing ages but to me Maz looked about 21, she was slightly curvy with a little puppy fat on her, but her ass was huge and bosom was plentiful, all her assets were on display as her crisp white 'scrubs' style uniform tunic was at least one size too small for her. Her ample breasts were pushed together so tightly there was no cleavage gap - just a crease as her two fabulous melons met. As she led us through to the massage rooms the only additional noise was the slight squeak and noise of her flip-flops on the tiled floor. I could just make out the red lacy trim of her panties as they poked out of the top of her white yoga pants and the shadow of the black material as it disappeared down towards her crack. Inside the room there were 2 massage tables spaced about a metre apart, the room wasn't dark but the lighting was soft and low, with the same music playing as we'd heard in reception. There was a bookshelf with the oils and several sets of rocks, the kind you see stacked in artsy canvas prints in reception waiting areas; to be honest I think they were the exact same ones that there was a picture of in the Spa's reception area. Maz handed us each a towel and asked us to get undressed and lay face down on the tables. We'd gotten used to be naked around each other so it was no big deal to just strip right down and get ourselves ready. When Maz came back in she was joined by her colleague Jasmine. Jasmine looked a bit older than Maz, maybe 25 or 26. She had a very curvy figure and seemed to have the same tunic as Maz but Jasmine was also wearing the matching trousers rather than the tight fitting yoga pants that Maz was wearing. Maz collected a bottle of oil and went over to Katie; she leaned in close to her: "Sweetie, just holler if I'm pressing to hard or you don't like something. I'm told my hands are magical but at times they can be a little rough." Katie lifted herself slightly out of the face hole in the table and said, "You won't need to worry about me, I get a sports massage every week after I ride my horse. You can go as deep as you want." As Katie got herself back into position Jasmine wandered over to my table and asked with more than a hint of playfulness: "Do you like it rough as well sir?" "Ha, no thanks," I said, "I'm a real Jessie when it comes to rub-downs, just give me the nice and relaxing basics and I'm good." "Pity..." she said quietly as she adjusted my towel to gain unrestricted access to my back, it had been covering me from my shoulders to the back of my knees but was now neatly folded at the very base of my lower back without exposing my arse. I couldn't see Katie as all I could see through the face hole in my massage table were Jasmine's feet but I assumed Katie and Maz had started in the same way. The massage was fantastic, so slow and relaxing, I could feel myself drifting off slightly and then being re-awoken when Jasmine's skilful hands moved my body into a slightly different position, I thought we'd been there for hours but when we were asked to turn over I could see from the oversized clock on the far wall it had only been 40 minutes. My towel was safe and secure across my groin and I'd seen Katie's when I turned over, hers was also protecting the modesty that she didn't actually possess - just as I'd expected from a spa on-site at a top hotel. Jasmine had rested my hand on her shoulder as she worked on each of my arms, I could tell she got a kick out of being great at her job; I was so relaxed I was like putty in her hands, she could have folded me in half and I'd have just sighed some more. She'd worked my Pecs and stomach slightly harder, and whilst my nipples had stiffened under her touch, my cock was almost as sleepy as I was. I say almost; I think it's impossible for any guy to get a massage in a room with three great looking women and not be slightly aroused but I wasn't sporting a tented towel or anything. With about 10 minutes to go in our hour, the ladies were working on our feet in perfect unison when the mobile phone in Jasmine's pocket flashed and vibrated discreetly. She placed my foot back down and left the room for a moment. When she came back in she looked more than a little flustered as she whispered into Maz's ear, the spa girls shared a quick hug and Maz came back over to me. She was about to restart with my feet when I sat up and asked her what was wrong. "It's nothing sir, let's get back to it." "I don't know you but I can see you're upset, what's going on?" "It's my son - he's hurt his ankle falling off his bike coming home from school." "What are you still doing here then? You should go check he's OK." "He'll have to wait, I can't leave until the spa closes at 6pm." "Why not, surely if you need to go you need to go?" "It's not that Mr B, if I go they'll dock my pay and I can't be having that, not this week." I carefully got up from my table and went over to my shorts which were neatly in a pile in the corner. I took out my wallet and gave her the tip that she'd deserved for a thoroughly great massage, I told her that the massage was amazing and she'd done more than enough in the hour that 10 minutes wasn't a problem. I also asked Maz to put us down for another 1 hour couples massage, that way Jasmine would have had to have been around until 6pm even if someone 'thought' they'd seen her running off early. Jasmine looked at me and smiled, she gave me a bear hug squashing her bosom into my bare chest. I felt a bit self-conscious stood there wearing only a towel but mercifully the hug was short, then Jasmine scurried out of the room. "That's really good of you guys, but we were the only two in the spa today, so I can only massage one of you for the extra hour," Maz said. "That's cool," I said, "Katie looks like she's having a nice massage and mine was great too. I'm sure we can each have you for 30 mins each if that's OK?" They both smiled at me and nodded; I got myself back onto my table and lay on my side so I could watch Maz work on Katie's athletic body. I think Maz wondered if I was going to get bored waiting for my turn but I was very happy watching the professional way she manipulated Katie's body, I also really enjoyed looking at the level of bliss that was radiating from Katie as she lay there. Her regular sports massage back home was not going to feel anywhere near as good next week. "I'd have this done every day if I could," said Katie, "You need to learn some of Maz's skills!" "If it means I get to massage you, I'll book a course as soon as we get home." "You wanna learn now?" Maz asked, "After what you just did for Jas, I'd be happy to show you some techniques, the first hour's up so I've pretty much done her everywhere." I didn't need to ask Katie if she was OK with it, I could tell by the look on her face that this was just about to get fun! I wrapped my towel tightly round my waist so it would stay nice and secure and wandered over to Katie's table and stood alongside Maz, who'd got the bottle of oil ready for me. I held my hands out and she placed a small drop into each palm. She worked it into my skin firmly as our hands danced around each other until they were lightly covered and warmed up. "That's lesson 1, too much oil is bad for a proper massage, you need enough to let your hands glide but you still want some friction, it warms the skin and the muscle underneath." "Got it, so where do we start?" I enquired. "I was about to do Mrs B's shoulders so we'll start there." I stood on one side of the table and Maz was on the other, I was mimicking her movements as best I could as we worked on the shoulder joint itself, and then onto Katie's clavicles. Our hands were moving slowly with purpose, and Katie was quick with the compliments. "This is the first time I've had a '4 hand' massage, it'd great so far, I'll recommend you for a job as a spa if you get bored of your office." "I'd happily pay to do this all day," I said, before realising that was exactly what I was doing already. Maz looked at me and giggled, working out me and Katie were both pretty fun people and that she could have a little fun with us too. Quite often at big hotels the only people with the cheeky patter are the entertainment and bar staff, everyone else is very polite but also quite quiet and reserved. Maz was starting to cast aside the working professional side of her personality. "OK, we've done the top of the shoulders, now it's time for the neck and that's really a 2 hand task." Maz said. I started to slightly back away from the table but she pulled me back and said, "No, your lesson is not over yet." She positioned me directly behind Katie's head at the end of the massage table, she had me shuffle forwards as far as I could go and moved Katie as far back as she could go also so my towel covered cock was only an inch away from the top of Katie's head. Maz then slipped in behind me and placed my hands on Katie's neck then put her hands directly on top of mine. "I move, you move, OK Mr B?" she said. "All good boss, and it's Alan by the way, but you can call me Al. I hate being called Mr B and it's definitely not 'Mrs B' either, she's at home! This is Katie..." I said, which was true, but Maz just laughed, assuming that I was just making a joke. "OK Al, with the neck it's all about circles so tiny the client can barely tell your hands are moving." Maz and I began to work on Katie's neck and we were rewarded with a low deep sigh, my teacher must have been instructing me well as Katie seemed to drift further and further away from reality. She later told me that she felt like she was floating away from the table which I took as a massive compliment of my newly found skills. After we'd worked on Katie's neck Maz moved my hands to the very top of Katie's chest. My fingers were brushing the top of the towel that was covering her breasts at the end of each stroke. I knew Katie would be fine with a full-body massage but I wasn't sure if Maz would want to leave the room or ask us to finish off back in our room. As the strokes Maz and I were making up and down Katie's shoulders and chest got longer and longer Maz ended up with her entire body pressed tightly up against my back. I wanted my arms to push further towards Katie's breasts so I suggested that Maz and I swap places. As we swapped I immediately regretted doing so when I realised I'd just signed myself up to having my rapidly stiffening cock pressed up against Maz's super-tight yoga pants. Swapping places allowed Maz to reach further along the length of Katie's pecs, closer and closer to her nipples which I could just make out even though they were hidden under her towel, they must have been like bullets to be visible under such a thick and fluffy towel. Our hands had started reaching the top of Katie's breasts at the bottom of each stroke. "Some ladies don't like to have their chest done, but it's an important group of muscles and it feels great too, you don't mind do you missus?" Maz said. "No way, I'm really enjoying myself, right now I think this is the best spa I've EVER been to..." Katie said and with the next stroke of our arms, the pretence of just doing the top of Katie's chest was gone. We crossed the entirety of Katie's firm breasts squashing over her erect nipples in each direction as we worked our hands all the way to her belly button and back. All this work has pushed the towel further south; it was now only covering Katie from her belly button downwards. Katie's nipples looked harder than I'd ever seen them, sticking up proudly towards the ceiling. I worried I was really taking advantage of Maz's wish to keep us happy in Jasmine's absence, at the bottom of each stroke her chest was almost completely covering Katie's face and the whole of my front was basically superglued to Maz's back. My biceps were also brushing the sides of Maz's breasts as we rocked back and forwards. I thought I should check if she was OK with all of it and give her an easy way to change the situation. "How's my technique? I wouldn't want to upset my amazing teacher on my first day." I said as we made another pass across Katie's breasts. "You're doing great sweetie, we get mainly prudes and wrinkled up prunes in here, it's kinda fun to do some stuff I'd never do with them, or with Jas in the room!" she said, setting my mind as ease that she was enjoying our extra session as much as Katie and I were. "Cool, tell me off if I get anything wrong..." I said, making it as clear as I could that although we were having fun she could back off at any time. "Honey, I bet you flinch before I do!" That assertion was just about to be tested, my tightly tucked in towel was becoming looser with every pass, based on what she'd just said I decided I didn't need to worry when it fell to the ground. My cock sprang upwards when the weight of the towel was released and it whacked her on the arse. Realising what had just happened she half turned around and said, "Wow, I wasn't thinking of that sort of flinching. I'm glad that towel's gone though, you didn't look very comfortable in it. It's getting hot in here and I don't want any more oil on my uniform as I've lost my spare so I need this one to be pretty clean in the morning." I expected her to move away from me and work on Katie from the side but she lifted her tunic over her head, unhooked her bra, and quickly tossed it aside. She asked me to remove her yoga pants too. Quick as a flash I dropped to my knees and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place, she lifted one leg then the other to be free of their tightness. We re-assumed our previous positions, Maz's and my hands resuming their slow path from Katie's collarbone to her belly button. As we approached the bottom of our stroke it was no longer Maz's tunic that was covering Katie's face - it was Maz's uncovered breasts. Katie gave them a kiss on their first pass and placed her hands on them on the second. Katie looked at Maz for encouragement as she did so; a simple nod was all that was needed. I was feeling ready to explode already, I'd been working on the gorgeous Katie, and being pressed up against the nearly naked Maz was getting to be too much, I feared if I came it would signal the end of our fun, so I backed off from Maz. There really was only so long I could have taken with my cock firmly nestled in her ass crevice, so warm and soft, with the occasional firmness of the lacy material of Maz's panties causing friction as my cock dragged across it. As I moved round to the side of the massage table Katie took one hand off of Maz's breast and held my cock gently, I knew I'd not last long so when I caught Katie's eye I shook my head gently, she knew what I was trying to communicate so she let go of my cock and took my hand instead, she pushed it towards her pussy. I removed the towel and dropped it on the floor. I looked at Maz, partly to check we were still OK and partly for some instruction. Maz moved round to the opposite side of the massage table to me and once again I mirrored Maz's movements as we lifted Katie's legs and massaged all over her hips and the very tops of her thighs, we occasionally grazed her mound and bare pussy lips but we stayed away from her clit and I refrained from sticking a finger in her to draw it out as long as we could. Katie was moaning and I thought she'd be able orgasm without it but she begged for her clit and soaking wet hole to get some attention. I wasn't going to tell her no! Maz worked on her clit while I inserted one finger, then two, two became three, and when I tucked my pinkie finger into the shape Katie was being stretched to the limit with four, she was bucking and squirming as much as I'd ever seen in real life. Katie's arms were flailing around so much she'd forgotten about playing with Maz's breasts but she didn't seem to mind. Katie's orgasm was huge; she squirted all over the table, all over my hands, all over Maz's hands, and all over the floor around the table. Katie lay totally spent on the table panting so hard I swear could see her heart beating in her chest as it rose and fell. After a minute or two, Katie was capable of speech again: "That was the best orgasm I've ever had without a cock in me!! Thank you..." "It's not yet 5.30, is it time for Al to get a turn?" Maz said. "I'm game if you are, but it's been so good already, I'm definitely gonna see to it you get Employee of the Year!" I said. "Wouldn't be fair for just one of you to get the happy ending, we don't normally do that here but for you, it's OK." I didn't need to be told twice so I got up onto the table, it was still soaking wet from Katie's orgasm, Katie even slipped slightly on the wet tiled floor as she jumped down. Maz's instructions for Katie started off similarly to mine, their bodies were close but they were concentrating firmly on the job in hand - making sure I was happy. Having the 4 hands swiping all over my body was wonderful, I'd enjoyed the relaxing massage from Jasmine but now I was so worked up all I wanted to do was come as hard as I could. Their hands teased my chest, then they worked down either side to my legs, pushing swiftly back and forth from my ankles to my hips. At the end of each stroke I was given a little treat where one or two hands would snake around my cock and balls. I was in heaven just lying there but I wanted to get a bit more hands on too, with beautiful women stood either side of me I was spoiled for choice. I ran my hand up and down Maz's side, her smooth skin so soft and perfect. I moved my hand further up and cupped her breast gently. I used my index finger to trace circles round the edge of her Areola. She sighed deeply as I continued to tease her just as much as she and Katie were teasing me. It was Katie that decided to crank it up a notch; she walked round to the foot of the table and climbed on, as she shimmied up the table my legs parted slightly until she was kneeling just below my crotch. She carefully leaned in until her lips were millimetres from the throbbing head of my cock. Maz had turned her gaze to see what Katie would do next, my hand was still on Maz's breast but I too had been distracted by Katie. She looked me in the eye and winked, then wrapped her cherry lips around my shaft; she took me deeper and deeper until her bottom lip was touching my balls. I moaned loudly as she started to move up and down my cock with speed. My orgasm was building and I knew I was close. Maz could sense it to, she also leaned over me and held her breasts together and placed them over my face so I could bury myself in them and nuzzle them without affecting Katie's work on my throbbing cock. I came with a bang, filling Katie's mouth over and over. As much as she tried to swallow all that I gave her she was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cum and the speed at which it was shooting out of me. Some had spilled down onto my stomach and some had hit Maz on her breast too. Once I'd been milked dry Katie leaned over to Maz and lifted her breast to lick off the remaining evidence of our encounter. We didn't have a huge bed in the massage room so we couldn't relax in each other's arms, and Maz said that shortly the security staff would come by to lock up the spa, so instead we had to make do with a standing group hug before we all dressed. I had intended to tip Maz directly for the massage in the same manner that I had with Jasmine, but given what we had just done it would have seemed like I was paying her for sex, which I thought was too degrading. Maz had been happy that we'd all had a good time and that we'd helped Jasmine out. Just as we left Maz got a text to say that Jasmine's son was OK, it was just a sprain and that they were both at home. I signed to charge the extra hour to our room's bill and as we left I slipped a handful of fifties into the tip jar without Maz noticing, when she and Jasmine shared out the tips at the end of the week I hoped they'd get a nice surprise. Katie and I had now made each other come several times but we'd still not actually had sex, and I had not gone down her, I was hoping that one of those would be within the set of boundaries that my wife Penny had given to Katie before we'd set off on our trip but as I'd such a great time already, if this was as far as it was going to go, I'll fly home a happy man. Still to Come: Derick the maintenance man and the reggae party The really naughty Video Chat Under the blanket on the night flight home Back at home with Penny and Katie

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Title: Doubled Stuffed Weekend Tags: lesbian, threesome, incest, group, group sex If these walls could talk, I would surely be homeless tonight. It's Sunday evening. I'm sitting on the overstuffed sofa my mom thought was the epitome of good taste and designer fashion on a rent-a-center budget. This couch isn't the only thing that's been overstuffed in the room. Last night was a night I'll never forget. It's also a night I want to remain hidden from the normal world that only knows the exterior of the good girl I seem to be. My parents would die of embarrassment and shame if they knew the deeds that took place in this very room less than 12 hours ago. They will be home from their weekend vacation soon. I am hung over, slightly sore, filled with a tinge of guilt. But, I'm also filled with the most satisfying memories of the best sexual escapade of my life, so far. My parents left Friday evening to spend the weekend at a cabin rental in the mountains. I had to work Friday and Saturday morning and would have the house to myself for the weekend. My father still worries about me being home alone. I think it's sweet. I also think he is too trusting of me. But, I guess that's a good thing. I left work Saturday at 2:00 and went straight to my boyfriend, Jake's, house. We don't get to see each other much during the week because we both work, so the weekends are allows reserved for quality time together. Everything was going as usual, until he got a call from his old high school friend Seth. I'd met Seth a few times, but wasn't really sure of his character. He was loud; a bit obnoxious really. Yet, there was something about him. He had a nice smile and was always very flirty. Definitely a ladies man. Seth wanted to come hang out with us for awhile and bring his niece, Heather with him. Heather is 18, a bubbly spirit, with a subtle charm about her. She's a quite person, but I can attest she wasn't so quiet last night. Jake told Seth to meet us at my parents house; as I needed to shower and get ready for the evening. We were planning on a nice dinner out, then back to my place for a movie and snuggle time. Seth and Heather were waiting for us when we pulled into the driveway. I greeted them both and invited them inside as I went about my task of showering and changing into the new low cut dress I'd bought a few days before. I decided to skip the donning of panties this time; Jake and I hadn't been intimate all week and I figured I could tease him a little in the car. When I came down stairs to the living room, I noticed a large bottle of tequila on the coffee table. I eyeballed Jake with my "what the hell is this" glare and he gave me one of his "I'm sorry" looks. Seth was on the phone placing an order for pizzas. I will admit, I was furious. I motioned for Jake to come into the kitchen with me. I wasn't about to let his friend ruin our date night like this. Jake whispered he was very sorry, but to be understanding, since Seth's girlfriend had just broken up with him. He told me to let Seth eat his pizza, have a few drinks, then he'd drive Seth and Heather home and we could go out. I agreed to those terms. I wasn't too happy about it at the time. Now, I'm glad I gave in. I thought Seth was ruining my evening. I had no idea he was actually making it one of the best nights of my life. When the pizza arrived, I decided I might as well have a slice. He'd ordered four larges and I was starving. We sat and listened to him go on about how his girlfriend had met someone else and sent him a video of herself having sex with the new guy in an attempt to truly break his heart. I sincerely felt bad for the guy. After everyone had indulged in pizza slice after pizza slice, Heather popped the top on the tequila and asked if I had a shot glass. I obliged as I knew it wouldn't be too much longer after that and Jake could get them the hell out of here so we could do something, since dinner was pretty much taken care of at this point. I brought two shot glasses back to the living room and both Seth and Heather knocked down two shots, back to back. Seth handed Jake the glass and proceeded to grab his phone from the table. Jake took a shot and handed the glass to me. I wanted to flick him in the nose, but took a deep breath and poured myself a drink as well. There was no use getting mad at this point. Seth handed Jake his phone and sighed. "Just look at this bitch. Can you believe this shit?" There was his ex girlfriend, Samantha, lying naked on her bed. She began talking and her first words were, "Hello, Seth, you asshole. I hope you enjoy this, fucker. It's over." A much older man proceeded to wave at the camera as she placed it on a table and started sucking his dick. We watched the video as the man lifted her up, turned her around, and started having sex with her, doggy style, on a bed. This went on several minutes before she flipped the camera the bird, blew a kiss and turned the camera off. I didn't know what to say. I knew Samantha, but never dreamed she'd do a thing like this. The fact is, the video actually turned me on. She had a nice body and listening to her moan made me a bit tingly between my legs. We all sat in silence a moment before Seth took his phone back and flung it on the table. "Fuck that whore," he mumbled while taking another shot. "I don't give a damn about her anyway." Heather got up and stood behind Seth. She placed her hands on his neck and started massaging his shoulders. I took another shot of tequila because, frankly, I just didn't know what to say and the video had aroused me. I watched Heather for a moment when I noticed something wasn't quite right. She was touching her uncle in, what I deemed, a very intimate way. I watched her long fingers caress his neck and ears, then she proceeded to shock me. She leaned over and began kissing him directly on the lips. I could tell they were using their tongues. I looked at Jake and he turned his head to me with a slight grin on his face. "Holy shit!," he mouthed as we both turned back to stare at this West Virginia peep show happening before our very eyes. I was already sexually stimulated by the tequila and the video. I wasn't sure what to do at this point. They were consenting adults, even if they were close family. Did they do this often, I wondered. I took one more shot, then placed my hand in Jake's lap. He took my hand and put it on his hard dick. I will admit, it turned me on even further. I started rubbing Jake through his jeans and spread my legs just a bit. He placed his hand under my dress, then smiled at me when he realized I wasn't wearing panties. I was so wet, I could feel my moisture flowing into the creases between my thighs. By this time, Heather was sitting on Seth's lap and he was fondling her breasts under her shirt. As Jake and I sat there touch each other, Seth pulled her shirt over her head and began sucking her breasts. I was so turned on at this point, I unzipped Jake's pants and took his dick into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure as I softly, yet eagerly, took every inch of him down my throat. I devoured him fully and could feel him grow even harder. I sucked on him only a minute before I felt a set of hands caress my hips and trail down my ass. I turned my head to see Heather standing behind me, naked. Seth was standing to her left staring at my ass while stroking himself. He had a look of want in his eyes. For a split second I wanted to protest. What the hell was going on?! What the fuck were they planning on doing? But, looking at Heather's beautiful, curvy body and voluptuous breasts, nipples hard, long hair flowing down her shoulders, I couldn't speak. She truly was a gorgeous girl. Heather bent down and kissed me. It was a hard, passionate kiss. I don't think I've ever been kissed quite like that before. It took my breath away. It also took any last doubts I had about the whole taboo nature of events away. I turned towards her, my back against the couch, legs spread open, and pulled the hem of my dress to my waist. She took her hand and ran it across my throbbing wet pussy, juices covering her fingers. She put her fingers to her mouth and licked the wetness from the tips. "You taste nice," she said and placed her head between my legs. I've had oral sex many times in my life, but her tongue was like no other. She knew exactly how hard to lick my clit and even swirled her tongue as she placed several fingers inside me. Seth got on his knees and squeezed his niece's ass, then slowly thrust his long, thick cock inside her. She gasped a moment, then went on licking me. The idea he was actually screwing his niece was such a turn on, yet so awkward at the same time. I was so horny I didn't care. I was aching. I needed release and Heather's mouth felt like just the thing to get me there. I could feel myself getting close to cumming. She had only been licking me a couple of minutes. Suddenly, she raised her head up and I could tell she was feeling the pleasure her uncle was giving her. Seth pulled out of her and she crawled over to Jake where she started sucking him. I will admit, I had a brief moment of jealousy wash over me, but that went away the moment Seth slid himself inside me. His dick was thick and long. Much larger than Jake's. I could feel the difference as he filled my walls more than they'd ever been before. It felt excellent. The tip of his penis was hitting the roof of my snatched, right at the g spot. I didn't know how much longer I could last like this, but I didn't want it to stop. Seth pounded me fast, then slow, then fast again. I knew this time I would cum. I could feel it building. I was almost ready. I wanted to cum all over him. That's when he pulled out. I know I must have given him the most pitiful look imaginable as he smiled at me and said, "not yet baby." By this time, Heather was already on Jake's lap, rocking her hips back and forth , grinding her pussy on his shaft while saying dirty things to him. I could tell he was enjoying the hell out of it. I've never been one to talk dirty to him. "Do you like my tight wet pussy. I know you've wanted this a long time. I've wanted to taste your girl a long time too. She tastes delicious," she said to him through short breaths of air. Seth touched her at the small of her back and she stopped riding Jake and stood up. Seth sat down on the couch and leaned back. "Come and sit on me," he said to me. I was going to straddle him, but he motioned for me to turn around, facing away from him. I slid down gently on his shaft and he grabbed my hips and started thrusting me again. I heard him say, "double stuff." That's when he pulled me back onto his chest and Jake got on his knees in front of me. Jake began easing his cock into my pussy that was already filled with Seth's enormous dick. It hurt for a brief moment. I wanted to protest, but then, the most amazing thing happened. Jake's hard cock glided inside me and the pressure was instant pleasure inducing. Here I was, on my parent's couch, two men had their dicks buried inside me and I could not have been enjoying myself more. I've never felt anything like that. As Jake and Seth slowly pumped their rods inside me I could feel more wetness being produced. Heather stood on the couch and sat her wet pussy on Seth's face, her ass just inches away from me. I was so caught up in the moment that I grabbed her and pulled her towards me and started eating her out. This was the first time I'd ever had another woman's pussy in my mouth. It was warm and juicy. I didn't even mind the taste. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it. As I ran my tongue all over her hole and clit I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I moaned loudly and began quivering slightly. I'd never felt a buildup like this before. It felt like I was going to explode with pleasure. That's when the tingling wave of orgasm radiated through my entire body. It started inside me, then worked its way down my legs and into my toes. Even my face felt like euphoria was touching it, placing hands over my cheeks and kissing them with sweet flutters of butterfly wings. No, more like butterflies were having their own orgasms all over my face. I felt myself getting wetter than before. Liquid was pouring out of me. I heard Jake say, "yeah baby, squirt all over this dick." Hearing his voice sound so sultry, so demanding, made me cum again. I'd never had dual orgasms back to back. My body was twitching, shaking from the powerful force spewing from between my legs. I knew someone was cumming inside me. I felt the warm, rhythmic shots go off inside me. It was Jake. His face was wrinkled with intense pleasure. I couldn't move. My entire body felt like jello, almost like I'd been swimming for hours and had just gotten out of the water. Seth pulled out of me and gently rolled me over to the side and Heather climbed on top of him. They were both finished within a minute. All I could do was lay there, trying to get my body to cooperate long enough for me to stand up so I could go clean up. What had just happened was a little weird, but damn if it wasn't the best lay I've ever had. Oh crap, if you'll excuse me, I just heard a car door shut. I think my parents are home.

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Title: Young Love - Chapter 15 by Mirron Tenshi Tags: Butt, Fear, Flash Backs, Fox, Husky, Licking, M/M, Panther, Rimming, Trauma, anxiety attack, stress Young Love Chapter 15: Aftershock By: Mirron Tenshi A month goes by since the incident with Necro. Despite the personal event, Platinum returned to his monotone, borderline emotionless mood once more, which served as a bit of a relief to most, because Platinum's always made a point that emotions tend to serve as distractions, so it was good to see him not bothering to lose his edge. Without anyone knowing it, Platinum requested Allen and Max for a picture of Gary. The only reason he had was: By the end of the day, he wants at least one reason to keep fighting and living, to stay out of the void. Anyway, shifting back to the lovebirds of this story. Mark, Jason, and Gary were given it easy at school, as it was they who escaped getting killed by being rescued by, as rumor has it, a white ninja. Of course, the students were eager to know what happened, but the three boys were reluctant to talk about it. After what happened, Mark and Jason were getting a little less heat for their being gay, not that they were getting bashed on a weekly basis, but just a little sympathy from the haters . . . For now anyway. The lunch bell rang. Jason surprised Mark with a peck to his cheek. "Hi hun. How was history?" The fox shrugged and nodded. Jason didn't notice at all, but Mark was still lingering on what happened that day at the fair. Mark didn't say anything because he thought he should be over it by now. "Can't wait for Summer Break . . ." "Yeah! Just half a month left, babe!" "Mhm . . ." So they got their lunch from the cafeteria and went outside to eat. The whole time they got their food, Mark was a bit preoccupied. This caught Jason's attention this time. "You're a little quiet today, Mark. Are you ok?" The fox blinked, and shook a little. "Y-Yeah . . . I'm fine, Jason." In truth, he was feeling apprehensive, shaky even. Ever since the fair, the fox has been looking over his back, looking for nothing in particular - except something or some one that may do them harm. Later, the two finished lunch, and where heading outside to hang out with their friends. They caught up with the football team and chatted. As the young furs talked, Mark's eyes darted to his left, and he spotted a student he didn't know, sneaking up on someone else he's never met, with an inflated brown paper bag in one, and the other about to slap into it, and then- POP! "Ah! Dammit, don't do that!" The unfamiliar student shouted while the other was laughing. The fox's eyes went wide as his ears dropped down, and his nerves felt cold electricity. \-o-o-o- A large paw was gripping Mark's neck, strangling him. As air was deprived from his lungs, his focus began to fade. The world was spinning in his eyes. He couldn't take a single breath. His sight was fading to blackness . . . BANG! His throat was released all of a sudden, him falling to the ground. The vulpine coughed and gagged as his sore lungs refilled with oxygen, his eyes recalling their focus again. The evil husky who was choking him was shouting angrily, but he can't focus what he was saying, he needed to help Jason! \-o-o-o- Him, Jason, and Gary were surrounded by these furs who were wearing dark clothing with zany eyes wide crazy grins stitched on, each of the surrounding furs wearing half-butchered Halloween masks. His ankle moved, and the fox's ankle was grazed on by heated bite that came a second after a BANG. Then Necro drew out his gun, and pointed at the huddled boys. Mark was shaking terribly as the weapon was clicked, ready to fire. When their predator had asked which one was first, Gary stepped up. Was he crazy?! Jason tried to stop him, but another POW rang out and whizzed just over his head. The fox's blood ran cold as fear gripped him like an anaconda. When Gary was taken to the back room, there was a white blur at the far left of the room. The two young pups gasped as the blur turned into the crouching albino lion, his right arm swung like a crack of a whip, a glint of silver flashing before one of the goons gagged when his neck jerked out, and he dropped to the floor, dead. "What the?! What's-" "Platinu-" Jason was getting up, and one of the three goons that were there shot him in the leg. The husky yelped as his paws clutched his legs and he collapsed. "JASON!" Mark went onto his lover. His ear's rotated and he looked as he saw one of the goons aim the gun at them. The fox cringed as he hugged the husky tightly. Before the goon had a chance to fire though, Platinum whirled the air and double-kicked the underling hard, making sure to hit a spot on the spine to immobilize him. As for the third and last goon, in a single movement to stand up, the lion swung his arms as he turned around, sending several spinning blades at him, doing some good internal as well as nerve damage. The lion then stood up. From each sleeve, a katana slipped down, and his paws took the handles before they could hit the ground. In an aloof manner, Platinum whirled on the spot, and appeared right at the door where Necro and Gary were. The next few minutes were a blur to the fox as he just started at the ajar, watching and hoping that Platinum won't be defeated, for he was the only one at the moment who can save them. Mark gasped when he saw the lion and hyena stab each other once at the same time. Necro bugged out and drew a hidden gun. "Why-Won't-You-BLEEEEEEEEEEED!" BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! His stomach dropped and his senses went numb after the gunshots and seeing Platinum taking the bullets like an inanimate rag doll. All he could do was sit in horror as he broke into a panic meltdown. \-o-o-o- "Mark? Mark! What's wrong?" Jason had his paw on his fox's shoulder, shaking him a little. Their friends stood there as well, staring, as the vulpine was pale under his orange fur. Mark was trembling uncontrollably as he broke into an icy cold sweat. His heart was going almost a mile a minute, which would explain his vague panting. "Mark . . . ?" The fox took a few steps back. The poor boy was bordering on a panic attack. He took another step back. "Mark, what's the matter?" The fox turned on his heel and sprinted away. "Mark! Wait! Mark!" Mark ran as fast as he could, leaving Mariner's campus and dashing down the sidewalk. He voiced out his strained panting. He didn't what he was running from, or where he was running to, all he knew was that he needed to get away, before anyone can shoot him! "MAAARK!" He could barely notice him, but Jason was sprinting after him, calling after him and telling him to stop, but Mark wouldn't listen. He didn't stop running until his legs felt like molten lava. The fox fell to his knees next to a tree. His paws hit the grass while his backpack swung to the ground. Mark was practically hyperventilating, sweat dripped from his face and dampened his fur, his lungs were sorer than the time Roy tried to kill him. The husky soon slumped down right next to him, panting and groaning. "Mark . . . What . . . Is going on . . . ?" The fox's attack got the better of him, and he started to cry hardly beyond his control. "I can't-I can't take that noise! I can't stand it! I keep seeing your dad choking me! I-I-I keep seeing you get shot! I can't stop seeing Platinum get shot at! I keep seeing it all in my sleep! I can't take it any more! But they won't stop! They won't stop!" He cried hysterically as his paws held the back of his neck and he crouched forward. Jason's ears lowered. He had no idea Mark was feeling like this, holding it all back. The husky wrapped his arm around his fox as the quivering vulpine gasped, cried, panted, coughing, hardly able to compose himself at all. Frankly, Jason was able to put that incident out of his own mind; subconsciously, he refused to let an event like that have at him again, not after that whole fiasco with his father. And now Mark is on the ground, terrified and haunted by what had happened a month ago. Jason, Mark, and Gary were given a week off from school to recover from Necro's attempt, but it seems it wasn't enough. The brown and white husky rubbed the fox's back, him still shaking and rasping from trying to cope with the trauma. "My my. What a cluster of hyperactive negativity we have here." A dreamy male voice sounded from the young couple. Jason looked to see a black panther in a dark, rather sharp outfit. He looked sympathetically to the two pups. "Who . . . Who are you?" The husky inquired. A black Prius drove into the Kenson's driveway. The panther introduced himself as Shadow before he gave them a ride home. He carried Mark as Jason opened the door, who was passed out into a dreamless sleep from the feline's mystic eyes when they met with Mark's green ones. The lock to the knob clicked, and Jason opened the door, stepping back to let the panther in with his boyfriend. "Up here . . ." The husky said as he closed the door and lead Shadow up the stairs and into their bedroom. The black feline entered, and gently placed the dormant boy onto the bed, where Jason climbed onto afterwards while the feline sat down and gently pet the fox. "Poor boy . . . It would seem his fears have elected a leader at the most inopportune time." Jason looked to Shadow. "Huh? What do you mean?" "In our lives, it is usually during when we are young when our inner demons chose a specific form or forms of which we are most afraid of. It must be a strong enough impact on us for it to become our weakness, and therefore hinder us in a way to hold us back. Ultimately, we strive in our lives, risking the gambit of facing our darkest dreads, whether or not we have grown to prepare ourselves for that battle. Unfortunately for this fox, his main phobia was chosen, and was forced into that personal conflict before he could try and prepare himself. It shows he had a happy childhood." The canine looked at the sleeping fox. "But I don't get it, what was Mark so afraid of? And so much so that he wouldn't tell me?" "Looking into his eyes to entrance him into sleep, I took a look into this year through his memory. He hardly noticed his fear until a little while, and it wasn't so horrific to be major problem." ". . . Before you found us, he did say something about a noise. But what noise could it be?" "Think back to when his fear was at its peak before today. What happened during that time that made him drive to the high point of anxiety?" Jason thought for a minute. "Well . . . The only other time I can think of is when my dad attacked us at the park that one time . . . But I still don't get it." "That's alright. *That* riddle may be too cryptic for you. I saw that he had almost killed that day. In the height of that moment a sound broke the glacier and became his phobia." The husky thought a moment and looked up. "When me dad was choking him, his dad shot the gun at my dad's ear." "Precisely." "So . . . Mark's afraid of gunshots? That does make sense, there was a point where we were shot at, and there was a good about of guns being shot." "And something happened today that pulled the trigger to *his* pistol of anxiety." "Well, what happened at that?" "That is not important. What is important is that he needs to get away from his routine life until he is relieved from what is hindering him. I wish I may banish his hurt for him, but I cannot, for this is apart of growing up." Jason nodded and wrapped his arm on to his boyfriend. "I'll show myself out. Keep him safe." Shadow had then rose up and exited the room, and then the house. Several hours later, Bill came home from work. "Jason?" He called out. The young husky came down the stairs in response to the older fox calling for him. "Hi, Bill." Bill shrugged off his police jacket and set it onto the coat rack before turning back to the pup. "So how's Mark doing?" He was very concerned for his son; Jason had called him earlier and told him about Mark's episode. A severe panic attack at the age of 16? This is hard to believe and hard to swallow for Bill. "He's sleeping right now." The older fox sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Jason, I want to ask you something, and please be honest. Have you had any repercussions since that incident?" The husky shook his head. "No, not at all. It was over and past, and my leg wound healed up. I don't even have any nightmares about it. And Mark hasn't told me a word of it this whole time. Did he say anything to you?" "Not a word." Bill's ears drooped; he was supposed to be a responsible father, why didn't he see this coming? "I knew one week off might not have been enough, but I went with it anyway. And now my son's having an attack at an early stage of his life." "Hey hey, Bill. It's not your fault. I'm with him all the time, I should've asked him more if there was anything wrong." "It doesn't matter now anyway. I can't have Mark go on like this, or he'll rip his fur out." He then indicated the pup to follow him. "C'mon. I'll explain it to you both." Jason nodded and followed the father up the stairs. They carefully entered the room and approached the curled up fox. Bill sat down on the bed and stroked along his son's head and neck. Mark gradually woke up to his parent's soft petting. "Hi dad . . ." He uttered weakly, mostly out of sleepiness. "Hi Mark. Rough day, son?" "Mhm." The little vulpine replied while nodding. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, son. No kid your age should have an episode like that." Mark groaned a little. "I just don't know how I'm gonna deal with the rest of the school year." Bill chuckled as he stroked his son's cheek. "Well, you won't have to." Mark looked at Bill when he said that. "I called the school, and told them what Jason told me. Under the circumstances, they are excusing you two from the last 3 weeks of school and starting your Summer Break early." The fox's ears perked up as he lifted his head up, hardly able to believe he was being pardoned from school. "R-Really, dad?" Bill chuckled a little more as he ruffled his boy's head fur. "Yes, really. A nervous breakdown is the last thing a teenager needs in this day and age." Mark couldn't help but smile. "Not only that, but we're moving our Miami trip to next week." The younger fox gapped at his dad, getting excited in seconds. "Wait, Bill, can Scott come too? Please?" The older fox smiled and scratched the backside of the husky's neck. "Of course he can. I figure it'd be fun." Jason barked happily as his tail started wagging. Bill laughed a little before getting back up. "Now I've got to make arrangements for our flight now, and get Scott's information ready." "Thanks so much, dad!" "Thank you, Bill!" The father fox then gave both boys a kiss on their foreheads and left the room to make the arrangements. Jason murred as he cuddled next to his foxy. He nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear. "Now that you're in a better mood, you want me to get frisky for you?" Mark murred a little, but he was all that up for a bang session at the moment. "Actually, I'm not sure if I wanna, babe." The husky pouted before giving Mark big lick. "Ok, then how about something simple?" The fox smiled as his doggie nibbled and gnawed on his shirt. "Heheheheh, alright, alright, go ahead, puppy." Jason smirked and gave his fox another sloppy lick. Jason had then put the fox lying on his belly. In a few minutes, the husky pulled down the fox's pants and threw them to the side, and then tugged his boxer shorts off, showing him that cute little fox rump, and not even bothing with his shirt. Mark couldn't help but giggle as he felt the canine's paw grope his naked globes, giving them a light smack. This was starting to make the fox hard. "Now I'll show you why I've been snacking on oranges lately." "Wait, what?" Mark the gasped as his fur stood on end. He squirmed a little as his musky anus was licked thoroughly by his husky. "Ahhh . . . ! Ohhh Jason . . ." He moaned out as the dog's tongue became very friendly with Mark's rear. The fox moaned, cooed, and giggled the sensitive crevice and both round cheeks were licked and groomed, while Jason was counting his lucky starts that his boyfriend kept himself extra clean in that area. "Oh, hoh, hoh, ohh . . ." Mark huffed as his pucker was slurped "Aahhh!" He yelped and moaned out loud as his pink bud was pierced with the husky's saliva coated lance. The fox squirmed and writhed on the bed as he felt that tongue dart in and out of him, invading his perfectly clean innards. "Oh my god, Jason!" Mark moaned loudly and started to yelp as the tongue plunged into him and wriggled each time. "Oh fuck, Jason!" Mark moaned more and more, and then yipped out when the husky's tongue brushed his young prostate. "Gaahh- JASAAAAAHHHHHHHHN!" Marked moaned out loud as he jerked on the bed, his member unloading all over his underbelly and sheets. Sensing that his job was done, Jason slurped his tongue out, and crawled up and laid next to his boyfriend. Before anything else, the husky reached over and grabbed his box of mints. "Clean or not, I still want my mouth nice and minty when I kiss you." The fox chuckled and panted as he heard Jason pop a couple of tablets into his mouth and crunched. Then, Jason took off his clothes, except his boxers, and slipped into bed with his half nude boyfriend. In minutes, both pups snuggled close, and fell asleep in each other's loving arms.

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Title: Frankie and Johnny Tags: gay oral sex, masturbation, gay romance "You're such a prude... guys do that for each other all the time," he said for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Yeah-- gay guys do that all the time..." I said with a smile. "You know what? You're a real prick-tease..." he continued. "How do you figure that?" I asked. "Because whenever I'm near you I get a hard-on and you won't do anything about it," he answered. "You could at least be a good friend and give me a handjob." "I'm not gay," I said. "It's just sex—giving another guy a handjob doesn't mean you're gay—you're just doing him a favor—you're helping him relieve his frustrations...besides, how do you know you're not gay if you've never tried it?" he replied. "I don't have to jump out of an airplane to know I don't like sky diving," I countered. "You're afraid of heights—that's why you wouldn't sky dive—are you afraid of a hard penis, too?" he said. Then a smile slowly crept over his lips as he added: "Or are you afraid you might like it—that your sheltered little world would come crashing down around you if you touched a guys cock? You're pathetic—you've been thoroughly brain-washed by society—I always thought you had a mind of your own...." And round-and-round we go. Frankie and I have been best friends since I moved into the same apartment building. That was three months ago. We immediately hit it off and constantly hang out together. He never flaunted his sexuality, but never hid it either. He is open and honest and it is one of the traits I admire about him. He's smart and funny and fun to be with. It is a challenge for me to keep him as entertained as he does me. It was late and we'd gone swimming. No one else was at the pool so Frankie dared me to go skinny-dipping with him. We were alone so I thought, why not? The warm water felt deliciously wicked 'down there'. We played around in the pool: he was a much better swimmer and would try to pull me under water. When he succeeded I panicked, but he always made sure I was okay. His hands actually felt pretty good on my body. He has strong, but gentle hands. It was when we climbed out of the pool I noticed his erection; I didn't think anything about it—he always complained about his constant hard-on's and nowhere to go to satisfy them. Instead of stepping back into our swim trunks we just wrapped towels around ourselves and went back to his apartment. In his living room, where we had earlier shed our clothes and put on our swim trunks, we dropped our towels—his prick was still hard when he began the conversation. "Johnny, look at me," he said posing with hands-on-hips. "Isn't it beautiful—are you absolutely, positively sure you don't want to play with it? How could you not want to feel it?" What fascinated me most wasn't his erection (even though I did look at it maybe longer than I should have), but his clean shaven crotch. I knew he shaved his underarms and chest hair, but this was the first time I'd seen his crotch. "Doesn't it hurt when you shave down there?" I asked. He chuckled. "Yes, it hurts—especially the way I do it—I don't just shave—I also use tweezers to pluck out any stubble...it's worth it, though. My boyfriends love my smooth, clean feel....and they don't have to pick any pubic hairs out of their mouths anymore...." Subtle, I thought. He stepped into his tiny boxer shorts as I pulled up my briefs. "I don't know why you can't at least try touching it—you're already a cross-dresser—you love to wear panties—come on over here and give it a little squeeze...." "These aren't panties," I said, getting annoyed with that comparison; he'd teased me before. "They're cotton string, bikini briefs and I buy them in the men's department." "Yes, but RED?" he laughed. I blushed then I heard his voice soften. "Johnny," he said, I looked into his deep blue eyes. "Take one last look before I put it away...isn't it gorgeous?" When his eyes traveled down to his prick my own eyes followed along. He saw me blush as I thought to myself, yes...it is gorgeous—it's perfect. I was jealous—I wished I had one that long and firm, too. "Sorry—shows over," he chuckled when his prick disappeared into his shorts. "Glass of wine?" he asked me. "Ah, sure-okay," I said as the image of his prick slowly faded from my mind. He sat on the couch and I was a few feet across from him in his soft, leather chair. There was still that damned bulge in his shorts; it was very disconcerting. We talked about our jobs; the projects we were currently working on. During our conversation his hand absentmindedly grasped his erection through his shorts and slowly stroked it. It was distracting to say the least. Suddenly he blurted-out: "You know—I almost forgot—I owe you one." "What do you mean?" I asked wondering what he could possibly owe me. "Well, I watched you masturbate—it's only fair that you get to watch me," he said, and before I could protest he pushed his shorts to his knees and his cock sprang into my view once again. Then he added: "Of course, if you don't mind—I'll do it the 'old fashioned' way...." My face turned beet red as he stroked his cock right in front of me. Frankie and I had exchanged our spare apartment keys in case of emergencies. Last week, he used my key when I was home alone. I was in the bedroom doing...well, you know—and he caught me—unbeknownst to me he stood in the doorway and watched me masturbate. If I masturbated the 'normal' way, lying on my back, I would have seen him. But no, I use the 'friction method'. I lie on my stomach and grind my hard-on into the mattress; that way had always resulted in better orgasms for me. On occasion I beat-off the 'old fashioned' way, but it was never as satisfying. That day, I was thoroughly embarrassed when I turned and saw him watching me. "Why do you do it that way?" is all he said. "It seems awfully messy...." I didn't answer him but I had to agree—it was messy: a pool of cum on the sheet; and my belly slick with it, too. If I went to long without washing the sheets you could actually catch a faint aroma of dried cum. Later, much to my amazement, we had a discussion about masturbation techniques. I tried to explain myself. "Well...I'm not circumsized and I found out early-on that it feels better this way-- when your foreskin covers your glans while you orgasm, it's...well, spectacular—all the cum is trapped against your cockhead inside the foreskin and your orgasm is super-intense. I've tried jacking-off the normal way, but...well, I mean, all you do is shoot in mid-air—it never feels as good as my way...." He smiled and said, "Damn, wish I could try that...." I slowly shook my head then said: "It's not...I don't think it's healthy...I mean, whenever I have sex with a girl and I cum inside her it's like...." "Like what?" he asked. "It's the same thing—it's like I'm cumming in mid-air—in some sort of deep and yawning crevice—the intensity isn't there--it's not very satisfying...afterwards, when she's gone, I always masturbate my way...I may have ruined my sex life forever doing it this way...." He was now masturbating furiously in front of me. I should have gotten up and left, but I was frozen in place. My eyes riveted to his swiftly moving hand and the total hardness of his long prick. I was close enough to see the pre-cum leak from his slit; he smeared it on his cock; his cock glistened with his manly juices. My own cock became hard inside my briefs. "Do you know what I'm fantasizing about, Johnny?" he said through labored breath. I was too caught-up in the moment to realize I shouldn't have answered his question. "No...what are you thinking about?" He closed his eyes and laid his head against the couch. A big smile spread across his face as his hand became a rapidly-moving blur on his cock. "I'm dreaming I ripped off your panties and forced you over that chair and I'm ramming my cock in-and-out of your tight little asshole...." Suddenly he cried out and I watched spurt after spurt of cum shoot from his cockhead into midair. I shivered as I watched his cum splash onto his belly and thighs. The volume of cum amazed me. My own breath caught in my throat. When he opened his eyes he pointed to the large, pre-cum stain on the front of my bulging briefs. "Johnny, are you SURE you don't want to play with my cock? Your panties are wet." I laughed nervously and shook my head then gathered up my clothes and dressed. Before I walked out the door he said: "Johnny, dream of my hard penis when you masturbate tonight, okay?" The next morning as I knocked on Frankie's door I felt happy and refreshed. I had indeed pictured his cock when I'd masturbated the previous night—I would never tell him that though. It seemed only natural since fantasies of sex with women hadn't given me very satisfying orgasms lately. I didn't find anything wrong with picturing his cock, after all, it was a FANTASY—not REALITY. I've fantasized about many things which have no possibility of coming true—I'm sure you have to. That's why it's called a FANTASY. It was Saturday which meant we had a tee time at a nearby golf course. On the way to the course Frankie says, "Loser buys dinner tonight, okay?" That was our standard golf bet. I always replied, "Good—I haven't had steak and lobster since the last time we played...." "Whatever happened to Linda? I haven't seen her around lately--she seemed nice...." he asked me while we rode to our golf balls after we teed-off on the first hole. "Yeah, she was nice," I replied. "I thought she had it all...she was smart—funny—she cared about people—she treated me great—she seemed to be actually interested when I spoke—I don't think it was an act...I dunno...." "The sex wasn't good?" he asked. Frankie and I had always been open and honest with each other. There wasn't a single topic that either of us felt like we couldn't mention. "Well...she was pretty good—she actually wanted it more than I did...I dunno, something was missing...I couldn't 'feel' anything—there wasn't a spark there...." "Yeah, I know what you mean...." he said wistfully. "Is that what happened with you and Charles?" I asked him. He'd been with Charles for several months and they both appeared to enjoy each other then suddenly I never saw Charles again. "Was he an 'upper' or 'lower'?" Frankie laughed as he corrected me, "No, it's 'top' and 'bottom'...I'm a 'top, and he was definitely a 'bottom'...but, well...it's like you said—there was something missing...." We began talking about our previous relationships and how whenever a person came along that we thought could be 'the one'-- 'something' wasn't quite right—'something' was always missing, but we couldn't define what that 'something' was. We quickly breezed through the course. I was returning to the cart after teeing-off on the 18th hole when he finally said it: "I just love watching you wiggle your little butt when you address the ball." He said it every time we'd played the past few weeks. "I bet you say that to all the guys," I responded. "No way—have you seen most guys' butts?" In the clubhouse afterwards, we had a couple glasses of wine, and then Frankie smiled and said: "Let's get naked and take a shower in the locker room." "I bet you say that to all the guys," I replied. "No way—have you seen naked guys? Yuck!" We laughed and went to the locker room. This ritual began a few weeks ago, too. Before that we'd never showered after golf. Now that I think about it, it started around the same time we began skinny-dipping in the pool. I wasn't totally naïve. I thought for sure he was trying to seduce me. As usual, we stood under showerheads opposite each other. And also as usual, he said, "Johnny, look at this...." And I would follow his eyes downward and look at his impressive erection. "I'm not that 'easy'," I said, "I want some romance first...." We would laugh and finish our showers. His advances were becoming increasingly blatant, and I wondered what I should do about them. Frankie dressed fast then excused himself. When I walked out of the locker room he was on his cell phone. He ended the call and we carried our clubs to his car. I didn't ask who he had been speaking with—it was none of my business. We had both shot 84 so no one had won our bet. "I think I owe you a dinner anyway..." he said in the car. "How about 'Bern's Steakhouse'? He didn't owe me a dinner, as-a-matter-of-fact, I probably owed him several dinners, but I said: "Sounds great to me." He knew that was my favorite restaurant in town. Once again, the steaks were perfect; the cabernet delicious; and our conversation lively and free-flowing. Frankie was knowledgeable on so many topics it was fascinating to listen to him. I joined in whenever he brought up a subject in which I was well-versed. When we left the restaurant I was in a great mood so when he suggested we stop for a nightcap I readily agreed. When he pulled into the parking lot I saw the name of the place and laughed. "OYK's? The name of the bar is 'OYK's'? I asked incredulously. He joined in my laughter, and asked me: "Yeah...do you know what the letters stand for?" "I could never guess..." I replied. "It means--'On Your Knees'..." he said and I burst out in laughter once again. He said: "I love the name—I think it's sexy as hell...." He had taken me to several gay bars in the past but not this one. That was something else we did: I'd show him my favorite 'straight' bars, and he'd take me to 'gay' bars that he enjoyed. 'OYK's' was only about half-full, and it was Saturday night. "It's date night..." Frankie explained. "Most of the guys are out eating or at the movies or doing something with their boyfriends...but about an hour-or-so before closing time they'll all come here for last call—this place will be wall-to-wall faggots." I laughed and followed him to an open booth. Quickly, 'a cute little thing', as Frankie described him took our order and disappeared. When the server came back with our bottle of wine I looked closer at him: he wore short-shorts and a tee shirt that only covered him just above his naval. I had to agree with Frankie: he was 'a cute little thing'. A nearby pool table was vacant so Frankie fed it quarters and we played a couple games. Midway through the second game I heard a familiar voice that made my skin crawl. "FRANK-EEEE---HOW ARE YOU?---IT'S BEEN SO LONG...." It was Mikey, one of Frankie's ex's. He was a real cupcake, or as Frankie corrected me—a twinkie. He was a little too flamboyant for my taste. When the game was over, Frankie invited his friend to join us in the booth. He quickly slid into the seat between me and Frankie. He seemed genuinely happy to see Frankie again. Mikey dominated the conversation; once I became accustomed to his sing-song voice I grew to enjoy listening to him tell Frankie about the guys he'd recently been with, and there seemed to be no shortage of them either. He was very animated; his hands waved around as he spoke, and he bubbled with enthusiasm and sincerity as he described his lovers' attributes and weaknesses. I actually found him rather entertaining. At one point, he became very serious and looked me in the eyes; his hand resting on my thigh as he asked me: "Honey, have you ever been with a guy so selfish that when he's fucking you he won't even give you a reach-around?" I didn't know what to say so I mumbled: "Ah...no...I'm not gay..." His eyes flew open wide as he exclaimed: "Well pinch my nipples—you sure had me fooled...." I felt myself blush but Mikey didn't seem to notice; he just continued his rambling stories. I was acutely aware that his hand never left my thigh, and in fact, he began stroking it, and it was getting very close to the growing bulge in my crotch. Listening to the graphic details of his sex life was beginning to affect me, and in all honesty, his hand on my thigh was exciting me, too. It had been a long time since I had felt the touch of another human being. As I shook the developing fog from my mind, I noticed his other hand was below the table between Frankie's legs, and from the up-and-down motion of his arm...well, you know.... "Hey—let's all go and party at my place...." Frankie suddenly announced. "GOOOODDD-EEEEEEEEE...." Mikey squealed with delight. As we slid out of the booth my main concern was that people would notice my full-fledged hard-on in my jeans. My eyes searched the room--no one was watching; no one cared what we were doing at all. In the front seat of Frankie's car, Mikey once again sat between us. Before Frankie started the car, Mikey leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Honey, it's been way too long...." he said to Frankie as their kiss lingered on. On the ride to our apartment building Mikey launched into another story about his sexual adventures, and once again, he began rubbing my thigh. My first hard-on had subsided, but it quickly returned under Mikey's nimble fingers. Suddenly his hand moved to my crotch and he took hold of, and squeezed my erection. A shiver ran up my spine. I tried to push his hand away but somehow he grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly on the bulge in his slacks. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight as he forced my fingers around his cock and I felt his heat and hardness. A jolt of electricity shot through my hand and up my arm. It was the first time I'd ever felt another guy's cock. When I became aware that his hand had released mine, and that my hand continued squeezing his cock—I quickly jerked it from his crotch. I heard him softly laugh. Inside Frankie's apartment, wine was poured and I settled in the comfortable leather chair while they sat next to each other on the sofa. Mikey was all over Frankie; kissing his cheeks and neck; stroking his shoulders and chest. Finally Mikey said loudly: "IT'S TOO HOT IN HERE...." He stripped-off his clothes until he wore what appeared to be a very white jockstrap. I hadn't seen a jockstrap since high school gym class. Mikey began undressing Frankie. "Get naked with me, honey...." he cooed in his ear while his expert hands quickly unfastened Frankie's clothes until he was sitting in only his shorts. The prominent bulge in Frankie's shorts was obvious for all to see. Mikey squealed again and announced, "Oh baby, I've really missed this bad boy...." And he tugged on Frankie's shorts until his hard cock sprang into our view. Mikey wrapped his hand around Frankie's cock and stroked it. The scene unfolding before my eyes hypnotized me—I just had to look. Mikey's soft voice spoke to me: "Johnny...you really need to feel his cock...so strong and hard-yet so smooth and soft...it's magnificent...." His words caused my own cock to throb in my briefs. I controlled the urge to play with myself. Suddenly, Mikey yanked-down his jock exposing his cock to my curious eyes; it had actually felt pretty good in my hand earlier in the car. It looked identical to mine: four-inches long, not-very thick, and uncircumsized. When Frankie reached over and squeezed Mikey's cock and Mikey squealed with joy, I thought I would cum in my pants. Pre-cum leaked through my briefs and was visible on the front of my jeans; it never occurred to me to leave and give them some privacy. Then I heard Mikey say: "Baby, I need to taste you..." and he almost fell off the couch as he knelt between Frankie's open legs. My eyes were riveted on Mikey's hands and mouth as he slowly drew Frankie's cock closer to his pouting lips. He kissed Frankie's cock; his tongue snaked-out and licked up-and-down the soft flesh eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within Frankie's throat. Beads of perspiration formed on my brow as I watched Mikey round his lips and slide them over the bulbous cockhead. I could make out the movement of Mikey's tongue as it thoroughly lathered the mushroomed-sized cockhead in his greedily sucking mouth. Mikey groaned loudly into the cockflesh filling his mouth. He removed his mouth from Frankie's cock long enough to say: "Oh God, Johnny—you just have to taste this—it's to die for...." I had to get out of there. My heart was beating a mile-a-minute—my body was trembling and shaking and my mind was a bubbling cauldron of confusion. I leapt off the chair like it was on fire and walked out the front door. I stood by the closed door catching my breath; trying to hear if they said anything about me; trying to find out if this had been a set-up; a plan just for my benefit. All I heard was Mikey making sucking and slurping noises, and Frankie's groans of pleasure growing louder and louder until he finally shouted "OH-MY-GOD—OH-MY-GOD—OH-MY-GOD—OH-MY-GOD...." I hurried home and stripped off my clothes and lay on my belly on the bed. It took me less than two minutes of furious grinding before I made a huge mess on the sheets. I fell asleep with drying cum on my belly and thighs, and a smile on my face...and a mental image of Frankie's hard cock ingrained in my mind. The next morning, I was walking down the hallway and ran into Frankie. I had just finished laundry, my sheets needed washing. They were getting...well, a little crusty with a strong aroma of, ah...you know.... Frankie had driven Mikey home. "I'm starving..." he said. "Want to go to Sunday brunch?" "Yeah—I'm hungry, too—I'll go change then come over...." On the way to the restaurant he never mentioned the events of last night. I half expected him to make some sort of crude comment, but it never came. At the brunch, we loaded our plates, drank Bloody Mary's and debated the benefits of stimulus spending versus austerity. Neither of us believed in austerity, but one of us would always play the devil's advocate in all our discussions. We were eating dessert when my boss, Walter, suddenly stopped at our table. He was with a kid who was about my age. "John," he said, "Good to see you—fabulous brunch here—don't you agree?" "Hi Walter, yeah this place is great—the service and food is first class," I said. "Walter, this is my friend, Frank." They shook hands then Walter said: "John, I know you play golf, how about your friend?" "Yeah, as-a-matter-of-fact we played yesterday...." I replied. "Would you guys be interested in playing at my 'country club' today?" he asked, "My treat--it's only going to be Kenny and me...." I saw the expression on Frankie's face and said, "Sure, Walter—we'd love to—thanks." "One o'clock tee time, alright? I'll let the guard at the gate know you're coming—see you guys there." "Sure—we'll be there." When they left Frankie smiled and said, "We're moving up in the world—a 'country club' no less." I replied: "Not just any 'country club'...'Whistling Pines Country Club'...." Frankie smacked his lips and whistled then said, "Where the privileged few play and party...." We had plenty of time to go home and change into clothes appropriate for a 'country club'. During the drive Frankie said, "You never told me your boss is gay...." His statement surprised me: "HUH? What do you mean—he's not gay—he's got a wife and three boys." Frankie chuckled and said: "C'mon now—why do you think he was with 'Kenny'? Did you notice he didn't even introduce us to Kenny? Can you really picture them as 'friends'?" "Well... now that you mention it..." After playing a few holes with Walter and Kenny, Frankie leaned over and whispered to me "...as queer as a three-dollar bill...." I nodded in agreement. It had become very clear that Kenny was just learning the game of golf, and Walter was trying to teach him how to play. Walter nagged and berated Kenny after every bad shot. Walter sounded like a domineering husband. Once, when Kenny made a truly bad swing, Walter stood behind him, arms draped over Kenny's arms and shoulders showing Kenny how to address the ball and grip the golf club. When Kenny leaned forward to address the ball, his round butt pressed against Walter's crotch; when Walter backed-up to allow Kenny to swing the club, the thin material of Walter's golf slacks ballooned outward from his crotch. He had an impressive bulge. Kenny took all of Walter's criticisms without saying a word. "He's a real 'passive'—isn't he..." I commented to Frankie. Frankie smiled and said, "You mean 'submissive'...oh yeah, he's as submissive as they come...." Afterwards, Walter bought us drinks and appetizers. He and Frankie dominated the conversation. I spoke sparingly, and Kenny never said a word. At one point I excused myself to use the men's room. Kenny surprised me when he said he'd go with me. I went to a urinal, and sure enough, Kenny stood at the one next to me. We did our business in silence then just as I was zipping up Kenny said, "You're really lucky—Frankie's a dreamboat—I bet he's a considerate lover, too." Huh? "No-no...we're just friends," I quickly corrected him. His eyes lit up. "Really? The way you act around him—the way you look at him...sorry, I just assumed you were his girlfriend...." Girlfriend? Good grief.... "Is he available? I'd die to be with someone like him...." said Kenny. What the hell is going on here? I wondered. It was like Kenny was part of Frankie's plan to seduce me. I thought back over the day but couldn't remember any time when the two of them had been alone long enough for Frankie to conspire with him. Then I thought: this guy has some nerve to ask me if Frankie was available. On the drive home we decided to stop at OYK's. The appetizers filled us up so we didn't want dinner, but we thought it was too early to go home. The place was almost full. We had to stand with our drinks in a corner near the pool tables. Frankie had to wait about fifteen minutes before he got the chance to play a game. Frankie won his game and soon was playing against another guy. I had to use the men's room. It was all the way across the crowded barroom. I had to walk by the dance floor on the way. The dance floor was crowded with guys dancing with each other. I'd never seen that before. I stood and watched for awhile. It was fun figuring out who was a 'top' and who was 'submissive'. For some reason, I assumed the bigger and taller guys were the 'tops'. Standing at the urinal, I looked at the 'artwork' on the wall. They weren't quite pornographic, but very close. One painting in particular caught my eye: a naked guy was on his knees, his hard-on standing up from his crotch; his hands were by his side; his lips formed a perfect 'O'; and inches from his face was an erect penis with a large scrotum hanging below ; that was all you could see of the guy standing. I couldn't take my eyes off it—it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I was done pissing but was transfixed by the painting. I wondered what the guy on his knees was feeling at that moment. I shook my head clear and finally got out of there. When I got close enough to the pool tables I saw Frankie talking with someone: a big man with a full, bushy beard. Suddenly Frankie reached for his wallet and pulled out some money. It looked like a hundred dollar bill; he gave it to the big, hairy guy. I wondered what that was all about. By the time I reached Frankie the big man was gone. He was still 'holding the table'. He asked if I wanted another drink and when I said 'yes', he reached for his wallet. I told him it was my turn to buy. The bar was jammed with guys who were mostly taller than me. I couldn't get the bartenders attention. Suddenly I felt a big hand on the back of my neck. "Maybe I can help you out...." A deep, guttural voice said behind me. I turned to him and came face-to-face with the hairy guy Frankie had been talking with just moments earlier. I was startled to see him. Another coincidence? I wondered. "Don't think I've ever seen you here before...what are you drinking?" he asked. I told him. "Paulie," he shouted at the bartender, "give my cute little friend here a vodka-soda and I'll take my usual...." I protested when he refused my money, and then he said: "Hell, a cute boy like you shouldn't have to pay for any drinks...." He was probably two or three years older than me, but I've been told I look five years younger than I am. "C'mon, I got a table over here...." he said when we got our drinks. Okay, I thought, I'll play along.... His big hand rested on the back of my neck as he guided me to the table where he was standing; no chairs. I didn't know the etiquette or protocol in a gay bar. I assumed if a guy bought you a drink you at least had to spend a little time with him. When I put my drink on the table his arm went around my shoulders and he pulled me closer to him. "You're one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen here...people call me 'Bear'—what's your name, cutie?" he asked. "John," I said. I was getting a little nervous now. His strong hand stayed on me; holding me in tight against him. I watched the guys on the dance floor. I was able to see through the crowd at the pool tables. It startled me to see Frankie staring at us. He seemed to have a crooked smile on his face. Then it dawned on me what was going on. Sure, it made perfect sense. Frankie had given 'Bear' a hundred dollars and all of a sudden he's coming on to me? Yes, I figured 'Bear' was in on Frankie's plan to seduce me. I wasn't angry, but I thought about what I could do to teach Frankie a lesson. Bear looked at me and asked: "Hey, little cutie—want to dance?" That's perfect, I thought. I'll show Frankie that two can play his game. Bear took my hand and I followed him onto the dance floor. He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. It felt weird, but I put my arms around him and held on as we moved to the slow music. I was feeling self-conscious about dancing with a man, but of course, as I looked around me, nobody paid us the slightest attention. Bear pressed his beard against the side of my face. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his tongue on my neck. When he pushed his tongue in my ear, I instinctively tried to pull away but he held me tight. "Don't be nervous, lil cutie...," he whispered in my ear. "I'm more of a pussy-cat than a 'bear'...I like you—I like you a lot..." Suddenly Bear took my asscheeks in his big hands, pulled me hard against him, and ground his erection into my belly. His cock was huge, like a tree-stump, I thought. "You and me are gonna have fun tonight, lil cutie..." he said as his thick fingers pinched my asscheeks hard—I yelped at the surprising pain he was causing me. "Oh yeah, baby...Ol Bear is gonna make you squeal all night long...." he said as he brought his face close to mine. He tried to kiss me on the lips but I turned my head. He gripped my head with both hands and forcefully held it in place as he firmly pressed his lips to mine. His beard felt like steel-wool on my face. His lips were dry and cracked; he tried to push his fat tongue in my mouth. I resisted. His tone of voice suddenly changed—he was angry I had turned my head away from him. What I saw in his eyes scared the hell out of me. A strange smile spread across his lips as he said: "Oh, yeah, lil cutie...ol Bear likes it when a boy like you plays hard to get...ol Bear loves teaching a boy like you some manners..." I tried to look around for Frankie but Bear held my head as he almost spit at me when he spoke: "I'm taking you home tonight...you're gonna suck my cock the way I like it...you're gonna worship my balls...when I teach you some manners you're gonna beg to lick my asshole...and then I'm gonna fuck your prick-teasing ass—I'm gonna fuck you so hard and long you won't be able to walk for a week..." I began to tremble and shake—this game had gotten out of control. It wasn't supposed to go like this. My mind began to cry out: FRANKIE—WHERE ARE YOU FRANKIE? "...and when the sun comes up in the morning—I'm gonna snap my fingers and that cute lil ass of yours is gonna scramble as fast as it can between my legs and you're gonna do whatever the hell I tell you to do—now let's get out of here...." He pulled me to his side and his arm snaked around me. His hand covered my mouth. He forcefully guided me to the front door. I had never felt such fear. He was so strong I couldn't get away from him. I knew my arms would have ugly, purple bruises where he squeezed them. The closer we got to the door the louder I screamed in my head. FRANKIE—PLEASE HELP ME FRANKIE---OH MY GOD—OH MY GOD.... Bear pushed the door open with his foot. "Hey, Bear—where you going with my boyfriend?" It was Frankie. I almost cried I was so happy to hear his voice. I heard Bear growl at Frankie, "This lil prick-tease belongs to you? I don't believe it. If he's yours you better teach him some manners...." "Yeah, I've warned him about it before...when we get home he's going to get a good spanking." Bear's grip on me loosened, but he didn't let go. "I never seen you two together before..." he questioned Frankie. "Nah," Frankie said, "...the little faggot is too embarrassed to admit he's queer...doesn't want to go to these bars...but you oughta hear him when he's bending over and I'm ramming his ass with my cock—he can't get enough of it...." "Yeah, I thought so...." Bear replied. Bear let me go. Frankie took my hand and said, "C'mon, bitch—let's dance...I saw you dancing with Bear—now you can finally dance with me in public." And, for Bear's benefit, he yanked hard on my hand and I stumbled after him onto the dance floor. It was so manly and forceful it caught me by surprise. I gasped with uncertain delight; the fear inside me suddenly turned into excitement. Frankie held me close and I clung tightly to him as we moved slowly to the music. I began to suspect another plot but I didn't care—I felt so safe and secure in his arms I wanted him to hold me forever. "What the hell were you thinking?" Frankie whispered in my ear. "That is one dangerous man to mess around with...." "I thought...I dunno...I don't know what I was thinking...." I said. "Bear's still watching us...we might need to be more convincing...." Frankie said softly. I looked into Frankie's eyes—he stared into mine. We froze in place as the people around us disappeared from our sight. We were both feeling the same thing. It was as though we were reading each others' minds. Our lips came together; softly at first; then more urgent. It was a magical kiss; it awakened something deep within me. I felt a desperate hunger gnawing at the pit of my stomach. A loud bell went off in my head: after all these years I finally understood what I wanted in life. "I love you, Frankie," I said; unabashed and unashamed. The look of wonderment and joy in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. We kissed again—a long, lingering kiss. We only stopped when someone nearby said "Hey guys—get a room." "Want to go home?" he asked. I nodded. He took me by the hand and led me out of the club. We never thought about looking around for Bear. Once inside the car, I immediately moved over next to him. We put our arms around one another and kissed. Our kisses became frenzied; filled with true passion. Our tongues danced together; the heat in the car rose higher and higher. My hand automatically went to his crotch. I found his bulge and gently squeezed. He groaned into my mouth. My hands worked to open his slacks. When I took his hot flesh in my hand I swooned and could contain myself no longer. I caressed his warm, throbbing cock like a man possessed. I cradled his balls in my hand and rolled them with my fingers. His balls were extraordinarily heavy. The hunger in my belly grew stronger and more intense. There was something I had to do—something I'd dreamt of since the first time I'd laid eyes on his magnificent prick. I lowered my head and his manly aroma made me dizzy. I breathed in deeply—my own cock became rigid and stiff in my jeans. "Johnny...oh my God...." was all he could say when I rounded my lips and slid them over his hot cockhead. He moaned deeply as I used my tongue on his smooth flesh. My passion to give him pleasure overwhelmed me. I thought about how I liked to be sucked so I did it that way for him. I must have been doing it right: his hands caressed my neck and shoulders as he moaned incessantly. His hips began a slight upward thrusting, forcing more and more of his cock into my greedily sucking mouth. My fingers stroked his shaft as I sucked harder and faster. My mind was lost in a haze and fog of lust, desire and passion. When he cried out I pressed my tongue to his slit and lapped at the erupting discharge. I was happy and proud that he rewarded me with his essence. I swallowed as much as I could. It tasted like the nectar of the Gods. Up to this point in my life, nothing had prepared me for the sheer joy I felt in giving someone so much pleasure without expecting something in return. It had been purely an act of self-less love and passion. When his lower body finally came to rest, and as I heard him gulping for air, my lips and tongue cleaned the excess fluids from his hairless crotch. I inwardly smiled; secretly thrilled that I loved his manly aroma and taste because I knew I would be performing this act for him every day for the rest of our lives. When he caught his breath he held me close and kissed me hard. His hands gently squeezed and stroked my shivering body. "Johnny..." he said, "...I've never felt like this in my life—ever since we met I wanted to get you into my bed—I wanted you to experience the pleasure I knew we could give each other...but now...now I HAVE to have you...I've never felt a hunger for another person like this before...I NEED you to be my lover...I love you, Johnny...with my heart and soul I love everything about you...." I kissed him and told him I felt exactly the same way. I said we finally discovered what had been missing in all of our previous relationships---PASSION. Can being in love with someone you don't absolutely hunger for every moment of the day even be considered love? I rested my head against his shoulder as he drove us home. My small hand held his flaccid penis; I loved the feel of it in my hand. "Well," I said, "...looks like your plan worked perfectly." He hesitated then replied, "What plan?" I chuckled. "You know—trying anything and everything to seduce me." "Sweetie," he said, "...yeah, I wanted you in the worst way, but I never 'planned' anything...." "Oh really," I laughed. "What about the other day after golf—you hurry out of the locker room to make a mysterious phone call—tell me you didn't call Mikey so I could watch you two having sex that night." "You know, it had suddenly occurred to me that it was my sister's birthday—I called and wished her a happy birthday...as for Mikey, well, I was a little weak that night—it had been such a long time...I noticed you got a boner watching us.... " "Well...yeah, that's beside the point" I said. "What about today?" "What about it?" "You set me up with Bear so you could rush in and rescue me—I saw you give him a hundred bucks to do it." He laughed. "You think pretty highly of yourself, don't you? I gave Bear a hundred bucks for the three-wood I bought from him the other day when I didn't have any cash on me---you know, the three-wood I told you about today when I used it for the first time?" "Oh..." I said. I guess maybe I had wanted something to happen between me and Frankie so much I imagined all these things. Then he said: "You didn't ask me about today—you know, in the clubhouse after golf...." I remembered Kenny. "YEAH—Kenny follows me to the men's room and stands right next to me then he asks if I'm your girlfriend? What was THAT all about?" Frankie chuckled. "I dunno—your boss asked me the same thing...." "WHAT? What did you tell him?" "I said—not yet." My hand cradled Frankie's scrotum and I applied a gentle pressure on his balls. "You know," I said. "You're in a very vulnerable position here...." We arrived home just as our laughter died down. Inside his apartment we looked at each other then hugged and kissed and hungrily pawed one another. An overpowering PASSION filled the air. We hurriedly undressed and stepped into the shower. We washed each other; kissing and groping and fondling until our cocks were hard with lust and passion. I stood behind him and soaped his cock with one hand while my other hand stroked his shaft. "What are you doing?" he asked with a huge smile. "I'm going to give you a 'wrap-around', "I said. He laughed and said, "Oh, there's so much I'm going to LOVE teaching you..."

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Title: Don't Wait for Me Tags: romantic, true love, love story **Late August** I stopped and looked back over my shoulder momentarily at the ominous black clouds that had been rapidly growing larger and angrier for the last two hours. I reasoned I still had perhaps half an hour before I was liable to get very, very, wet. *It figures,* I thought; the forecast two days before had been for a week of clear and sunny weather but seldom did I ever get into the high country that it didn't rain at least once. Returning my eyes to the seemingly inscrutable cliff before me I tried again to decipher where the path that I'd spied from below had gone. I can't say as I've ever been lost. There have been many times where I didn't know exactly where I was, but I've never in my life been where I didn't know how to get to a location where I DID know where I was. Occasionally there were times, such as now, where I just didn't know how to get where I wanted to be, but I don't count that as lost. What I did know was that I was high in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Well below me the Owen's valley assailed my eyes with its glaring white sands and rocks, in sharp contrast to the dark greens and browns of the forest, the last of which was now several hundred feet below me in the valley that I'd left perhaps an hour before. Here, on the rocky escarpment that I'd been climbing, headed for the ridge that would hopefully take me to the next valley, there was nothing for cover but spaces between boulders buffered by the subalpine brush scratching a life out of the barren ice sculpted mountain. Just a few miles away the rocky crag known as Mt. Whitney scratched the pristine air of the High Sierras, covered for more than half the year in winter snows, but that famous peak wasn't on my destination list. To the southeast, the shadow of the looming thunderstorm eased the harsh contrast of the desert floor from where it was bathed in direct sunlight. A cloud of dust on the desert floor was expanding in a semicircle from the leading cloud, visible evidence of the microburst phenomena that has been the cause of so many aviation accidents, and an indication that it would, soon, be windy where I was. The approaching wind was of secondary importance for the moment; primary importance was finding shelter. It wasn't really a technical climb; I didn't have ropes and pitons and a climbing partner -- I was just doing what I normally do, heading off cross country, by myself -- just because it looked like I could. Not recommended for the novice, but hey, this wasn't my first trip to the Sierras nor was it my first hike alone. As it turned out, the route I'd scoped out from below was just momentarily hidden from view. Traversing across the slope another hundred yards to my left and once again - although not knowing or caring exactly where I was -- I knew how to get to where I wanted to go. The sound of thunder rolled into my ears; with lightning approaching, exposed on a barren slope wasn't where I wanted to be. I hastened my climb, heading toward what appeared to almost be a cave, or at least a protective overhang, near the summit of the ridge ahead. A Marmot chattered at me, as if saying "Where the hell do you think you're going?" before disappearing into the black abyss of what I expected in just moments to be my protective cover. The sound of wind through the tall Douglas Fir forest in the canyon below sounded like rushing water as I felt the first gusts of the impending storm. Seconds later the staccato clacking of hail stones marched up the slope behind me, the first ice pellets hitting around me as I reached the ledge. Just before sliding under the rock, a single hailstone hit me in the back of the head as if to tell me I couldn't get away that easily. I slid in under the overhanging ledge, pulling my pack behind me. Lightning flashes, followed almost instantaneously by the thunder, let me know I was right in the center of the storm - but also gave me brief glimpses of the hole beyond. I reached for my flashlight to see if there was space or reason to try to move further inside the lip of the mountain when I felt the hair on the back of my arms rising with static electricity. \~ I awoke shivering, with a splitting headache, and wondering where I was. The white noise of rain falling hard outside my rock shelter put substance and background to my addled thoughts. Soon enough they began to coalesce into recollections; a mountain, climbing, a storm, hail -- and a blinding flash. I opened my eyes; the sun long gone, now nothing but darkness and the sound of rain - the lightning and hail transformed into night and just another rainstorm. Reaching again for my pack, I found my flashlight and examined my right arm and the stinging sensation. The hair that I'd felt rising with the static was gone. Sure now that I'd been hit by lightning, I did a quick self-exam but found nothing out of the ordinary except the missing hair on my arm, and a monstrous headache. Fumbling into a side pocket I found some ibuprofen, wondering as I did whether it was approved medically for treatment of lightning strike induced headache -- smiling bemusedly at myself as I wondered; if so, how would they know? At the moment, I really didn't care - I took a full 800 milligrams. Unrolling my sleeping bag and pad, I pulled my clothes off, slid in and covered my head. Having arrested the heat loss, the shivering soon came under control and I fell asleep. I awoke with first light. The rain from the night before was gone -- the few remaining clouds were turning from gray to pink illuminated from below by the sun which was still below the horizon. I didn't remember warming up, having fallen asleep still chilly, but now I was perfectly comfortable. The ledge had done for me what I needed, keeping me dry, and I'd had the proper modern equipment to warm myself. I hadn't even examined the ledge I'd slept on, but then again, I'd never had the chance. Now, bathed in the morning sun, I could see the ledge gradually narrowed as it approached the far end, a fairly large hole in the rocks making me think that was where the Marmot that had chided me the day before had disappeared to. I knew I'd have to poke my head up there before I left -- you never know what marvels are just barely missed unless you check. I've always had that urge to see what's just beyond the next corner, the next rock, the next valley -- which has kept me coming back year after year to pick up where I'd left off the last time. Coffee and reconstituted eggs finished, I repacked my camp stove, rolled up the bag and pad and got ready to leave. Looking out from my perch it reminded me of the picture from the Swiss Alps of a few years ago where a 7,000 year old man was found sitting on a ledge. Covered by snow for about 70 centuries, he was found perfectly mummified and preserved. I wondered if he -- like me -- had been struck by lightning on a stormy afternoon. Perhaps with just a little less luck, off the beaten path as I was, in another 7,000 years I could have been found and some future man would be wondering how I came to be there -- just as we wondered how that Swiss aborigine came to be where he was. The hole at the end of the slope appeared to get larger as I crawled to it. The opening, somewhat blocked from my view by the intervening rock, was easily large enough for me to push through. Not seeing any reason not to -- I left my backpack on the ledge and crawled inside to see how far in it went. The image of a cave changed as I crawled in, now seeming to be little more than a crawl space between boulders, its origin indeterminate. The rock felt solid, it didn't feel like piled up boulders, yet this cavern seemed to imply otherwise. So far above timberline, I wasn't particularly worried about bears, but a careful reconnoitering of the ground found no evidence of even so much as the Marmot. If my chattering friend from the day before had disappeared this way -- I saw no evidence of it. Expecting the little hole to peter out, I moved into the slot that disappeared to the right and found that it didn't. Looking around I realized there was no way to go except ahead or back -- so had no fear of getting lost. A twist to the right, a few feet later another turn left, and still there was no sign of the easily passable crawlway diminishing. I estimated I'd crawled maybe 50 meters into the mountain with no sign of anything except a rock passageway when the ceiling finally began to narrow down. I could tell it was soon going to be difficult to go further, and mindful of my rapidly disappearing headache, I decided I'd seen all I desired to. Turning around, I found in just a few feet that I could just sit up - if I did so carefully. I set the flashlight onto the ground shining back where I'd come from, and brushed the crumbled pebbles and dust from my elbows before attempting to crawl back out to my backpack. Glancing over my shoulder before I resumed my crawl, expecting inky blackness, I was surprised to see that I could still see the small opening that was left where I'd turned back. Thinking I was imagining things, I reached down and turned the flashlight off. Surprisingly I found that I was not in complete darkness. I flipped the light back on, turned around again, and headed toward that narrow spot where I'd previously turned back. Dropping onto my belly, I pushed the flashlight ahead, craned my head and neck through tiny opening and found that although quite narrow, I should easily be able to shimmy through the slot. Beyond the passage opened up nearly into the same size I'd been following. Moments later I'd shinnied through the narrow slot and after working through another couple of turns I found myself crawling through a hole in the canyon wall to a different valley. The way down would not be easy but, after surveying the slope above me, I couldn't readily detect any other way into this hanging valley. A lake in the very bottom glistened silver in the morning sun. A few stunted trees, somehow having gotten into this valley from beyond the otherwise barren cliffs, had managed to eke out a living in the otherwise stark conditions. A tiny meadow accented the upper end of the small lake; nature was already turning the silt of the lake into grass - the only other greenery visible. Although it would be a difficult descent, I decided that this little valley might be worth exploring. But without a readily visible path over the mountain, the only easily available entrance would be by way of the cave I'd just come through. Half an hour later, my pack retrieved, I began to pick my way down the scree and boulder slope to the valley below. I'm not sure when exactly I realized that the silver of the water below wasn't all water. Something about the reflections or the rocks seemed wrong, but I couldn't quite place what. Stopping on a boulder, I pulled my small binoculars from my pack to take a better look. I wasn't even sure where I was looking, or for what. Starting at the grasses and trees at the far end of the lake I scanned slowly along the shoreline until suddenly I realized exactly what it was that had caught my attention that I hadn't been able to place. A small rock protruding from the surface of the lake wasn't a rock at all; it was the tail of an airplane. A wing, broken off, was on its edge among the boulders, nearly invisible from above. What I'd taken to be a shiny boulder from above was actually the cockpit and broken fuselage. The canopy, surprisingly intact, had been pushed back. A stub of wing was visible on the closer dry side; the wing on the water side was totally missing or hidden from view. I couldn't tell how long the plane had been there, but it didn't appear to me to be badly weathered, just badly broken. It took nearly an hour for me to get off the steep slope and down to the plane. The closer I got the more details there were that became visible. The propeller was mangled, the blades broken or bent over. I would guess from the looks of it that the engine had not been producing much power when it hit. I looked back at the angle from which the plane would have had to have come from to be in the position it was now, and it appeared the plane had come over the small lake, probably trying to make an emergency landing. The nose and cockpit were on the shore, the broken tail facing the wrong direction with just the end sticking out. The numbers on the tail were visible and had a 41 prefix, which I think I remembered from reading about airplanes as a kid meant it had been funded by Congress in 1941. I couldn't tell for sure, but was fairly certain it was an early vintage Mustang. Perhaps the most famous American fighter of World War II, on this plane the canopy was intact, a flat sided early version of the Mustang rather than the bulbous all Plexiglas canopy of later versions that looked like a bug eye. Stopping where I was, with my birds-eye view, I pulled out my cell phone and snapped a picture. Somehow the canopy hadn't been knocked loose in the crash, and with it being pushed back, I wondered if the pilot had perhaps parachuted out, or maybe even survived the crash? It puzzled me that the plane didn't appear more weathered. It had to have been here for at least half a century, but as I drew closer, I was more and more amazed at the lack of fading of what little paint there was, most of the plane had shiny aluminum surfaces and just had the "feel" that it hadn't been here for long. I dropped my pack on a rock near the open canopy before clambering onto the remaining stub of the right wing. Green corrosion preventive paint covered the inside surfaces of the wing; spars and strings full of holes appeared like the skeleton of an animal. Some type of purple fluid was still visible against the wing root where it was attached to what remained of the fuselage, making me wonder how it could have been there after all those years, let alone after the torrential downpour of the previous day. Grabbing the edge of the cockpit to steady myself, I peered into the cockpit, amazed at how small it was. My remembrance of peering into a cockpit like this at an air show when I was just a youngster was that it was huge; this -- I would have a hard time being comfortable in. Inside the cockpit the leather seat, now exposed totally to the elements, appeared to be brand new. The smell of airplane -- aviation fuel, oil, leather, whatever it is that makes an airplane smell like it does, was still present. The instruments, what few there were, had gleaming white stripes and numbers, totally unlike the yellowed markings of older instruments. On the dash, stuck behind the bezel of the air speed indicator was a black and white photograph of a pretty young girl. I snapped another picture before leaning in to check it out. It was one of those old fashioned photos with the white trim and serrated cut edge; I recognized the style of photo as similar to what my mother had in her scrapbook when I was a kid. I thought it most likely had come from one of those old Kodak Brownie small black box cameras that it seemed like everyone had at one time or another. Flipping it over, on the back in pencil was "To Jimmy, with all my love, Liz." It had obviously gotten wet recently, but the picture itself didn't appear to be that old. A corner had been bent, the crinkled white line through the corner showing, but other than that it appeared in virtually new condition. From my perch on the wing of the plane, I looked around at the surrounding terrain. By now, I'd become convinced that this was no World War II relic; it had to have crashed fairly recently. No parachute was visible, no footsteps in the mud at the edge of the lake -- nothing to indicate that someone was near -- or had been. I swung my leg up and into the seat, realizing that although I could sit down, it would be a tight squeeze. Regardless, the thought of sitting in a P-51, my ultimate boyhood fantasy, was too great and I managed to slide in. The fantasy fulfilled wasn't quite as great as I expect it would have been on the end of a runway with the propeller spinning and the full throated roar of a Rolls-Royce Merlin engine pulling me into the air, but still -- it was a thrill. Standing again on the seat, I stepped out onto the much larger stub of the second wing, seeing something brown and streaked on the leading edge as I did. From here there was a slight drop to the ground off the front edge; going to the back would have put me into the water. Even further down the mountain the stream water had been extremely cold; there was no way I wanted to go swimming here in this snow and ice fed pond. I stepped forward and jumped two footed, landing on the exposed rock beside the fuselage. Stepping forward I examined the front of the plane, the exhaust tubes extending from the side, the broken and bent propeller blades. I stooped and peered under the nose looking for an air intake, forgetting that the mustang had a large scoop further back on the fuselage. I'd turned and looking back from the front snapped another picture, when I saw something that caused a chill to run up my spine. Barely visible in the small space under the wing stub that I'd just walked on was a man -- or at least the body of a man. It didn't take me long to get back to him, crawling into the tiny space under the wing. I wasn't sure if he was dead or alive until I gently reached for his neck to check for a pulse. As soon as I slipped my hand under the fur around his leather flight jacket, his eyes fluttered open. "You found me..." his voice cracked, barely audible but distinct; a vaguely southern accent immediately recognizable. "How are you doing?" I asked, not quite sure where to start in helping him. "Water," he whispered, which I more deciphered from watching his lips than actually heard. "Hold on, I'll be right back." Crawling back out from under the wing, this time I went around the front, and returned with my entire backpack. Pulling my aluminum water bottle out I started back, but then stopped and returned to fish more ibuprofen out first. Returning to the pilot, I knelt beside him, and assisted him in taking a drink. "Not too fast," I urged as he started to drink. He didn't listen, taking too much. He choked and coughed and spit up the first sip, then took the second a little smaller, followed moments later by a third. "Here," I said, passing him four ibuprofen; "take these." "What is it?" He asked, looking at the little brown pills. "Ibuprofen." "What?" "Ibuprofen." "What's that?" "Pain reliever? You know, like aspirin." It wasn't much, but it was all I had. "Oh," he painfully put the pills in his mouth, taking another swallow of water, larger this time. For the first time I looked to assess what kind of condition he might be in. He'd obviously crawled under head first, his legs extended nearly out from under the wing. He'd managed to get his parachute off; his head was pillowed on the pack, the silk pushed for the moment off to one side. I wondered if he'd tried to use it as a blanket last night. His left leg -- no, I corrected myself -- that's his right, my left, was very obviously broken. A large bruise was visible above his eye. "Can you tell me where it hurts?" I asked, deciding that crammed under the wing remains like we were I really couldn't do a head to toe assessment at this point in time. He looked at me and attempted a smile before he said "Everywhere?" His grimace told me as much as his answer. "Yeah, I can imagine. It looks like you've got a broken leg?" I questioned. "Yeah, maybe both." "Anywhere else?" "I may have broke some ribs, it hurts to breathe." "Yeah, that sounds like ribs. Anything else?" "Isn't that enough?" He attempted to smile, but it collapsed into another grimace. "Well at least you haven't lost your sense of humor," I said, "but perhaps you'd better just take it easy. Sit still for a moment, I'll be right back." I pulled my cellphone back out and turned it on. I was pretty sure I'd have no service, but occasionally when I'd least expected it, I had found spots that would seem to be in the middle of nowhere, but had enough of a straight shot to some cell tower in the valley below that they'd worked. Here however, there was nothing. "What's that?" he asked as I turned the phone back off to save the battery and clipped the holster to my belt. "My Blackberry, but there's no cell service right here, I'm going to have to climb back up the mountain until I can get hold of someone." I watched his eyes follow my hand as I started to put the phone back into its holster. "A Black Berry? What's that?" "You know; a cell phone?" I answered, looking at the phone in my hand, and then for some reason held it out for him to see. He took it in his hand, holding it in front of him as if he'd never seen one before, flipping it over back and forth before saying, "It works without wires? Like a radio?" "Exactly." It was just another strange question in a very strange situation. He handed back the phone and I realized I should have left it on. Pushing the button, it began to boot up. "I suppose if I'm going to call for help, I should tell them who you are?" I questioned. "It might help, huh?" He answered. "Sgt. Jimmy Fallon, US Army." My Blackberry had just finished booting; I thumbed up the memo pad before continuing. "Sergeant Jimmy Fallon, USARMY" I typed into the memo pad as I repeated it aloud. I saw him through my peripheral vision doing something, as I looked back he'd pulled a small chain with two dog tags from around his neck, handing them to me. Taking them, I read the data encrypted on them, transferring it all to my memo pad. "Why don't you take one," he questioned, "that way you know you've got it right." "Got it right here," I said, holding the blackberry up to signify I'd copied it down. He'd expertly broken open the chain link, sliding one of the tags off before handing it to me. I took the tag anyway, and held the Blackberry out for him. He took it, but the screen had gone dark. "It's all black," he said. "Just touch a button," I answered. He did, and immediately dropped the blackberry. "How does it do that?" "Do what?" I asked, not understanding his question. "Go black, and then show up when I touch it? How does it know?" "It's just going into battery save mode; it turns the screen off after a certain time, but any key activates it again. Haven't you ever seen a Blackberry before?" He shook his head no. I shrugged. Crawling back out from under the wing, I looked at the sky and at my watch. Already nearly 2 pm, I'd been all morning getting to this point, and had a long way to go before I could get Sergeant Jimmy Fallon, US Army, some help. I untied my ground pad and sleeping bag, unrolled them and crawled back under the wing. "Jimmy, I'm going to have to hike out to get help, and it's not likely that I'll be back before dark. I'm going to leave you my sleeping bag and pad, it'll make you a bit more comfortable. Can you handle that?" "I think so." "Ok, good. This is the pad," I said, pulling it up beside us. "If you can roll over onto your side, I can slide this under you and get you off the ground. I don't think we'll be able to get you in the sleeping bag, so we'll just use that like a blanket, but you should be a bit warmer than last night, Ok?' His nod confirmed that he understood, and taking my hand he rolled himself toward me. On his side I slid the thinsulate underneath him, he rolled back down. He hadn't said a thing, but the sweat beads on his forehead let me know that it had hurt like the dickens. "How are you doing right now, are you cold?" "No. It was pretty cold at night, but once the sun comes out in the mornings it warms up pretty good." "Ok, then I'll just leave the sleeping bag, and you can pull it over you when it starts getting cold?" His nod confirmed that he agreed. I turned to figure out what else I could leave him, when I realized I hadn't even offered him any food. "Jimmy, have you had anything to eat? When was the last time you had food?" "Three days. Had breakfast the day I crashed." "Three days? You didn't crash yesterday in the storm?" "No, it was in the storm three days ago, on the 18th." I shook my head. "There wasn't any storm three days ago, yesterday was the first in a couple of weeks." "Maybe where you were. Yesterday was the worst since the day I crashed, but it's rained every afternoon." I just looked at him -- nothing about this was making sense. "Maybe I ought to have you tell me what happened -- from the beginning." He looked at me, obviously in thought, and then nodded. "Training flight. We left Oroville just after 11 hundred hours. We was supposed to make practice strafing runs at the bombing range and then return. Bishop was the alternate in case of trouble; I had engine trouble. I diverted to Bishop, but ran into weather." He paused occasionally during the disjointed description of his accident, obviously fighting the pain. "The lightning was pretty bad, it kept throwing the NDB around, and I couldn't get a good fix. I missed the base, when I finally got a fix, I was already past it and had to make a 180. I made the turn, but ran out of fuel. I thought for sure I was going to smack a mountain, but as I let down, I came out of the clouds. I thought I was going to have enough altitude to clear the ridge, but all of a sudden it was like I hit a brick wall. I was still flying, just wasn't going anywhere and I knew I didn't have enough altitude to clear the mountains." I knew what an NDB was, an obsolete navigation device that homed on AM radio stations and was affected by lightning, but I can't say as I've even seen a modern airplane that still has one installed. "Sounds like you got caught in a microburst," I interjected. He looked at me puzzled, and said, "A what?" "Microburst. A downdraft out of a thunderstorm has to go somewhere. When it hits the ground it goes out in all directions. If you're flying through it, suddenly the wind changes directions and you're toast." He shook his head. "Never heard of that, but makes sense." He didn't dwell on it, continuing his story. "I saw this valley; it looked like my best shot. I clipped the tree at the far end of the lake, cartwheeled once and came to rest where it is now. That was three days ago. I pulled myself out of the cockpit and crawled under here, but that was as far as I made it. I'm pretty sure that was three days ago." I nodded in affirmation; the 18th was indeed three days ago. But the rest of it made absolutely no sense. Training run? Bishop as an alternate? He spoke as if these were military bases, but neither location had been a military base -- for over half a century. At least running out of fuel made sense; that explained the lack of fumes or spilled fuel around the plane. I typed what he'd said into the Blackberry, just so I didn't get it wrong, and decided it would do no good to argue with him. He'd obviously hit his head -- although it was beginning to feel like I'd hit mine. Instead I pulled my backpack under the wing of the plane, showed him my small propane stove, refilled my water bottles for him and showed him my dehydrated food. Taking the flashlight and my small collapsible water bottle, I told Jim I'd be back with help as soon as I could. I'd just taken my first step, when a sharp "Terry!" brought me to a halt. "Yeah Jim?" "I need you to do me a favor." "Anything." I figured he meant for me to move his pillow or reset the sleeping bag, but it was more personal. "I need you to tell my Lizzie that I love her." "Ok, I can do that. How will I find her?' "She should be in the phone book. Lizzie Warshawski. She lives with her father in Oroville. I don't know the address." "Ok, I can look her up, but you can tell her yourself as soon as we get you out of here." He just looked at me, a look that I've never seen anywhere before, but I recognized it immediately for what it was, the look of death. Jimmy Fallon didn't expect to live. "Jimmy, we're going to get you out of here, probably first thing in the morning. I'll call Edwards, they'll surely have a helicopter that can be here in nothing flat and we'll get you out of here." Again he looked at me, but I could tell I hadn't gotten through to him. "Terry, Y'all sure do talk funny. I don't know who this Edward is, or what a hele... hilla... whatever it is does, but I don't think I'm gonna make it. You're a good man Terry. Will you tell my Lizzie one more thing..., Don't wait for me?" "Jim, I don't..." He interrupted me, "Just tell her?" "Ok, I'll tell her." I opened the memo pad once more, typed it in again, "Lizzie Warshawski, w/ Father, Oroville. Tell her don't wait." "I'll be back, Jimmy," "I know you will." I turned, surveying the valley once more, looking for another way out other than how I'd come in. To the southeast once again dark thunderclouds were beginning to loom their ugly heads over the mountains. Surrounded in all quadrants by high, virtually impassable cliffs, I confirmed the way I'd come in had to be my most assured way out, and headed back up the steep rocky slope. Without my pack, my jacket tied around my waist for later, the climbing up the cliff was much faster than it had been when I was coming down. I'm sure the thought of a man in need drove my legs, but still it was well over an hour before I could reach the slope where the hole that I'd come in from had been. The blatantly obvious landmarks of the morning weren't so blatantly obvious with the sun on the other side of the mountains, the shadows beginning to fall over the hill changing the look of everything. It was only by chance that I stumbled across my own footprints in one of the few soft dirt locations I'd come across and realized I was still about 50 yards too low on the mountain. Climbing the last little bit, suddenly everything became familiar and I ducked into the cave just as a large, quarter sized raindrops began to fall. I crawled back through the tunnel, easily climbing back through the narrow spot this time without a backpack to finesse through the hole. I was on my hands and knees until I could straighten where the higher roof section began and then with the ever increasing light coming from the outside opening to help me see, I suddenly stopped. Looking around I realized that although I'd been through this passage 3 times in the previous 24 hours I couldn't see a single footprint or crawl mark. Looking back over my shoulder where I'd just come out of the narrow slot, even in the diminished light I could see where I'd moved on the ancient dust covered floor. Whereas before I hadn't seen any sign of my chattering Marmot friend, now there were Marmot footprints all over as if he spent most of his time here. Wonder scratched the back of my brain, but I pushed it aside as I had an emergency call to make. I quickly slithered out of the tunnel and under the barren rock overhang only to find pelting rain again on the outside. It was too wet and slippery to travel on the rocks in the rain so I just holed up and waited, but not before trying the cell phone once more. Still no service, I turned it off and waited. There's nothing worse than having an emergency and not being able to do anything about it. The need for speed is well tempered by the need for safety, but we're not raised to think that way. Emergency vehicles flash by us on overcrowded roads; fathers-to-be run stoplights on the way to hospitals with expectant mothers. Hero's rush into burning buildings to save crying youngsters -- but sometimes those hero's never come out, those fathers pull in front of oncoming traffic, the crowds of cars don't hear - or totally disregard blaring sirens and accidents, or just seem to slow things down when we want to be in a hurry. Today -- I waited. Thoughts of the lightning strike that had to have nearly killed me yesterday tempered my thoughts of slipping down wet rocks and breaking my own leg -- or perhaps my neck. I was impatient -- but I waited. It was nearly two hours later, darkness rapidly overtaking the valley, before the rain let up. The dark cloud moving west over the mountains left clear skies over the late afternoon desert. I had nothing -- no food, no sleeping bag, and no water - with me; there was no holding back now. I started down the mountain. I got past the worst part, actually back onto the beaten path, before it got too dark to travel fast. Slowing in the darkness in the name of keeping my own neck intact, I continued to the edge of the section of cliff that once again gave me an open view of the Owens valley below. Trying my cell phone again, I was rewarded with two bars. Taking time to pull up my GPS and record the coordinates to go along with my physical description, I immediately dialed 911. I had no trouble convincing the 911 operator that I'd found a crashed military plane with a pilot in dire straits. They immediately patched me in to military search and rescue at Edwards Air Force Base. But getting through, and convincing them there really was a crashed plane with a surviving pilot were two different things. They assured me there were no known missing military planes; the SAR satellite had been receiving no distress beacons, but would I please hold? I did, and found myself soon talking with someone else, who then passed me to a Captain something or other. I'd repeated the information about Sergeant Jimmy Fallon, US Army, five times when the latest Captain told me to hold on for a moment, putting his hand over the phone. I could hear conversation but not what was being said, until he came back one more time. "Ok, Terry. I've got a little news here that corroborates part of your story. Tell me one more time, exactly where you are, and exactly where this plane is." I repeated everything one more time, followed by him asking me if I could stay exactly where I was. I told him I was standing on a cliff, two miles from my car, with no sleeping bag, no pack, no food, and that no -- I was going to go to my car. I told him exactly where it was and he said they'd have the sheriff meet me there. I was about to hang up when it dawned on me he hadn't told me anything about the corroborating evidence. I asked him if he could tell me what they'd found out, but he didn't answer at first, the phone was just quiet. "You said that Jimmy Fallon is alive, and waiting to be rescued?" "That's correct," I replied, exasperated at repeating myself for the umpteenth time. It was quiet for just a moment, I was about to ask again when he slowly and distinctly said "We actually traced it through the plane identification first, then matched his information through MIA registry. Sgt. Jimmy Fallon disappeared in a P-51 on a training flight out of the Oroville Army Air Corp Field on August 18th, 1942, sixty-nine years ago." \~ The sheriff was waiting at my car when I got there; he took me down to Independence where he dropped me off at a hotel in town. Exhausted, I fell into bed. Another Sheriff picked me up at 5 am; we got donuts and coffee before we went over to the airfield. The Air Force Search and Rescue helicopter landed at 5:45, and the next hour was spent repeating what I'd said the night before to a Major, who was in charge and to a recording where it was obvious they were trying to catch me in some kind of change to the story. A few minutes were spent going over maps, pinpointing the best guess of the coordinates of the crash site, describing what I'd seen. They left about 7:20, returning for fuel nearly two hours later -- having found nothing. Another two hour search without me followed, and again they found nothing. They refueled again, someone delivered sandwiches for lunch, and this time they finally agreed to take me along. Setting me up with a helmet and a few brief safety instructions, we headed back up the mountain. We followed the valley up, turned right, and crossing the ridge -- found nothing. It didn't look like what I'd seen the previous day; no lake, no meadow, no trees -- no plane. But they'd traveled fairly fast, so I had them circle back over the ridge and tried again. I found the main trail, spotted the area where I'd headed cross country, eventually finding the ledge where I'd been hit by lightning. Much closer to the top of the ridge than I'd thought, it was easy to pick out exactly where I would have come out and looked down on the lake and trees and meadow that I could so easily see in my mind's eye. But it wasn't there. "This is the ridge," I told them, pointing everything out, "and I would have come out just about there. I know this sounds crazy, but yesterday there was a lake and pine trees and this valley looked totally different." I could tell that no one believed me, but still I persisted. "Can we take it down lower; I know this is the valley." Suddenly it dawned on me, how could I have forgotten? I'd spent so much time just repeating what to them was an unbelievable story that they'd never asked, and I'd never thought of the other things. Reaching into my pocket, I shouted "Look, I completely forgot -- he gave me one of his dog tags, and I completely forgot -- I took pictures." I handed the dog tag over to the Major, who looked at it, flipped it over and then handed it to the guy next to him as I unlocked my cell and flipped it over to the photos. "My kids get these every year at the county fair." My mouth dropped open; everything I said or did seemed to be doing the opposite of what I wanted, almost making sure that no one believed me. I glanced back down at the phone, pulling up the pictures of the plane. "That didn't come from a county fair. If you check it out, I'm sure you'll find it's authentic." I handed him the cell phone. He hit the back button, moved to another picture, then a third, before looking back at me. "Can you take us lower, please?" The Major gave one curt nod, "Take 'er down." Slowly lowering into the enclosed valley, as we lost first one and then another thousand feet, things began to take shape. Looking where the lake had been, I realized that uphill from that, sometime in the past a landside of boulders had come down the hill. A large dead tree trunk jutted from the rubble, and suddenly it became clear what had happened. The tree trunk was nearly exactly where the live tree had been that I'd seen the day before. Somehow whatever had kept water from draining from the valley had broken; a land slide had covered the area, nearly obliterating all evidence of what had been there before. Once I figured the tree as a landmark, I followed my instincts to where it must have been -- and suddenly I saw something. "Look," I pointed. "Right there -- see that?" What appeared to be a long skinny tree trunk or something similar was barely visible, now bent in the middle, almost buried in the rubble from a land slide. "What are you looking at?" The Major questioned, "That tree trunk?" "It's not a tree trunk." I stated firmly, "It's a wing." We circled around again, coming in from another angle before the major said "I hate to admit it -- but I think he's right." There was nowhere to land, but the pilot lowered us down until two crewmen were able to crawl out and we pulled back up into a hover. In radio contact, it took just moments for them to confirm that what we were seeing was indeed the leading edge of a wing, now nearly buried by the rubble from the mountain, but definitely a wing. "Ok, so where's the rest of the plane?" "The wing was about 50 feet from the fuselage, just slightly north," I answered. The major relayed what I'd said to the crewmen, who began picking their way over the boulders. It was hard to tell from the air, but apparently the boulders had left large gaps underneath. One crewman dropped to his knees, and we heard him say "I've got something strange here." \~ It was a week before they recovered the body, or rather, what was left of the body, of Sgt. Jimmy Fallon, US Army Air Corp. The plane had protected his body from being totally buried, they recovered it from under the stub of the wing, a small pocket of protection. There was a chain around the neck of the skeleton, a single dog tag attached. When the major called and asked me to visit him at Edwards, I asked if he could get me permission to land at the base, and he did. Sitting in a room, this time with a General present, I told the tale one more time, from start to finish. I looked around the room, easily telling that most were still skeptical of my tale. "You don't believe me," I said simply. Nobody said anything, but the Major raised a hand, wiggled his fingers in a "bring it here" motion and looked at an airman standing next to the door. The airman opened the door, and two additional airmen entered, carrying several boxes. The major stood and reached into the boxes, began pulling things out; a battered and scratched aluminum water bottle, a ratty old thinsulate pad, and a sleeping bag; slightly torn, but very similar to mine. "We found these with the body. His skeleton was lying on the thinsulate, some of his bones were stuck to it, and it's got what we presume are your initials in the corner. The sleeping bag has no identification, but it matches your description." Reaching into a larger box that had been set on the ground, he pulled out a mangled backpack. The nylon had been ripped in several places, the frame had been battered just like everything else, but it still looked like a backpack. "We found a small propane bottle in a pocket of the pack, unused, along with a receipt from Bishop Sporting Goods store that looked like it had been there half a century, but was still readable. It had the last four digits of your credit card, and the date of August 16th, 2011." He looked around the table; nobody said anything for a moment. "I don't know what to believe. The events of the last week are totally unbelievable. If I hadn't been here myself to see this unfold, I'm not sure I would believe it." He put the items back onto the table, and paused momentarily before looking around at the people around the table. "There are certain reports that are classified because no one ever knows what to do with them; I suspect this one will be one of those." \~ **February 13th, 2012** The conference in Las Vegas over, I climbed into my plane and headed for home. I could have taken commercial, but taking my own plane was both cheaper and faster than commercial and a helluva lot more fun. I'd filed IFR, not because the weather was bad, but because it was nighttime. My mind wandered again to the thought that had been permeating my being for the last six months. I'd promised Jimmy Fallon that I'd find his Lizzie Warshawski and tell her that he loved her, and not to wait. Now I knew that, if I ever found her, I'd be able to tell her also about what had become of him. I'd checked back with the Air Force; they'd been unable to shed any light on who Lizzie Warshawski was. Jimmy's parents had both died in the 1950's -- he had no other known relatives. But in my mind, something about Lizzie was unfinished business. I'd flown up to Oroville, researched county records. I found a record of an Andrej Warshawski that had owned a house in the 1940's. I supposed that was Lizzie's father, but had no proof. He'd apparently sold it in 1948; I found no other record of Andrej Warshawski, anywhere. I'd used all the modern methods I could think of, but came up empty. I'd done what I could, but had left empty handed. Flying an airplane takes all the senses, including the ones that we can't quite define. A pilot is feeling the plane; its vibrations pummeling his backside and hands with information about what is happening in the engine, and in the air. His ears are tuned to the hum of the engine, whether turbine or piston; often the ear hears something change before the instruments tell the same tale. His nose smells the exhaust, his eyes scan the instruments and sky -- and the mind takes it all in, categorizes it all and makes a decision about once every second -- "Am I still good to go, or do I abort?" Good car drivers do the same -- bad car drivers are seen along the highways waiting for a tow truck. There are no tow trucks for airplanes; so we keep all our senses working. This day I had just passed Barstow when I sensed that something wasn't right. I couldn't immediately pinpoint what it was, but one or more of my senses had picked something up. I immediately went into hyper sensitive mode, scanning every instrument, and planning immediately what my next move was. Almost immediately ahead was Victorville and a two mile long runway left over from the days when it had been an Air Force base. I'd poked into the GPS the VCV call sign for Victorville and checked the heading that would get me there most directly, when the engine shuddered, stumbled and nearly quit. I immediately punched the "direct to" button and felt the autopilot turn the plane slightly as I began to trouble shoot. Years of training and practice took over -- I didn't even have to think of what to do. Fuel pump on, fuel selector valve swapped, ignition check -- and there it was. One of my two magnetos had apparently failed. Fuel pump back off, fuel back to fullest tank, and try again with the magneto -- still nothing. Setting it to run on only the one magneto, the engine smoothed out, but was running at less power than normal. I called Los Angeles Center, told them I had engine problems and was diverting to Victorville. They immediately asked if I was declaring an Emergency. I said no -- not yet. I was surprised to see fire engines setting on either side of the runway as I approached, and they immediately started up, following me down the runway as I touched down and began taxiing in. I then found out that the trouble with landing at the end of a 15,000 foot runway is that you then have to taxi 14,000 feet to the hangers and fuel station. I asked the tower to give my regards to LA Center for their help and asked if he could call me up and wake me when I got to my turnoff. We both laughed, but I didn't realize how much I'd really been shaken up until I climbed out of the plane and found my hands trembling from the adrenaline. It was still fairly early, but the airport repair shop was closed and had already gone home -- so I was spending the night. I wasn't unfamiliar with Victorville; I'd lived there for several years as a kid while my dad was in the Air Force, back when the field I'd just landed at was known as George Air Force Base. A taxi arrived shortly, and I asked him to take me to the Green Tree Inn. It used to be "the" hotel in town, but now was just one of several. In some respects it was still the same town -- although I realized it had grown much larger since the days when it was just another "town" on Route 66. I changed my mind and asked the taxi driver to take me to a good steak house, which he did -- leaving me his business card so I could call him directly when I was done. I ordered dinner, my ears beginning to search out and spy on the tables around me. A young couple across the room was making goo-goo eyes at each other, their giggles telling me exactly what they would be doing later. A family of four near the entrance was trying to be civil with each other, but something about the frigidity in the air told me the parents weren't getting along too well. Closest to me, four older women at a table were discussing their love lives, their friend's love lives, and generally just solving the world's problems. I wasn't really listening, I couldn't repeat what had been said until I latched onto one woman say "But haven't you lived here all your life, Beth?" "Oh no, it just seems that way. Mom moved here when she got a job teaching school in 1950. I was born in Oroville and grew up there for my first eight years." My ears were immediately all over their conversation, but for whatever reason it had come up -- the discussion had moved on to something else. I got my dinner ordered and had just started my salad when the ladies finished theirs and began to act like they were getting ready to leave. Leaving my salad, I stood up and walked over to them. "Excuse me, Ladies. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but, as I came in a bit ago, I heard one of you say that you'd grown up in Oroville, until about 1950?" "That was me, why?" I looked over at the woman, having already done the math. She would have been born in 1942 if she'd been 8 when she left which made her 70, or right at it. I wouldn't have picked her to be that old, maybe late 50's. She looked good for her age. "I was up there a few months ago trying to locate someone that had lived there back in the 1940's; I was just wondering if you've ever heard of someone named Lizzie Warshawski?" You'd have thought I hit her with a sledgehammer. Her mouth fell open, but she shut it again rapidly, her eyes narrowing; it was obvious that she was now wary of me. Her head nodded. "Yes, I know a Lizzie Warshawski. Why are you looking for her?" "It's kind of a long story, but I think she knew someone named Jimmy Fallon back during the war, and I've got a message for her from him. Would you know her, or know how to find her?" Whereas before she'd looked like I'd hit her with a sledgehammer, now she sat back down in her chair, pale as if she'd seen a ghost. "What is it Beth? What's wrong?" One of the other women stepped up beside her, in a protective stance. "It's ok," she answered, waving her away. Turning back to me, she said "I haven't heard those names in a long, long, time." "So you know her? Is she still alive?" She nodded. "Yes, I know her, and she's very much alive. Lizzie Warshawski is my mother, and Jimmy Fallon was my father." She stuck her hand out as if to shake mine. "I'm Elizabeth Wilson, Elizabeth Fallon before I got married," she said as I took her hand. "Maybe you'd like to tell me that long story?" Looking around at all four ladies I realized that my month's long search might almost be over. I nodded in agreement; "Perhaps you'd like to sit back down?" I didn't have to suggest it twice. I went over to my bag and retrieved a couple of items that I'd been keeping with me for the last few months. Putting one in my shirt pocket I returned to the table and began the story. I passed out several newspaper clippings about the finding of Jimmy Fallon. One was from the Greenville, South Carolina newspaper telling how their World War II hero had been found after being missing for nearly 70 years. Another was from the Oroville paper, essentially the same, but slanted as a missing Oroville pilot from the war. A third, the most comprehensive, was from the NY Times. Someone had obviously put some effort into that article having details such as that the plane was hundreds of miles from where it was supposed to be and that it had been found partially buried by a rock slide. None of them mentioned me, or anything of how the Air Force came to be searching under a pile of rocks for a 70 year old missing plane. Not unexpectedly all four ladies took my tale of how I unexpectedly came to be in Victorville again after over 40 years with a healthy dosage of disbelief. Just as I had with the Air Force I repeated certain segments again and again culminating with the discovery of the plane and his body, exactly where I'd said they were, and my sudden engine problems causing me to land here. I explained that I'd searched out Jimmy's family in South Carolina but discovered that he'd been an only child, his parents long deceased. Still, the idea that I'd spoken with a man, held the hand of a man, provided water and food to a man, dead for 70 years -- remained too far out to believe. "I don't blame you for being skeptical, I would be too. I could have read these articles, come up with some cockamamie story, except for a couple of things." I didn't continue; I just let them think for a moment. "What things?" Beth finally asked. I reached into my shirt pocket, keeping the object hidden in my hand. "I can't tell you how this happened, it defies anything I've ever experienced in my life -- but I swear to you, it did." I looked around at all four as I paused, my eyes coming to rest again on Beth. "How could I have known Lizzie Warshawski's name, if Jimmy hadn't told me? Even the New York Times couldn't come up with that information. As far as I can tell, no one anywhere knew about Lizzie Warshawski and Jimmy Fallon -- except for them," I looked around at them again, "and now you." I looked at the picture in my hand. "I didn't tell you about this. I took it out of the cockpit when I found it, just before I found Jimmy. I didn't even tell the Air Force; I put it in my pocket, and then forgot about it until later, and then it didn't seem to matter." I slid the picture across to Beth. She looked at the picture, turned it over and read the writing, then looked at the front again. "That's my mom," she said simply. She glanced at it one more time, and then passed the picture around the table. I took my cell phone out as they looked at the picture, and pulled up the pictures. "I can't explain this. All I can tell you is, that as I was about to go for help, Jimmy asked me to find Lizzie and tell her that he loved her, and I promised that I would. Call it true love, whatever you want, but I've got a message that I promised to deliver." I handed over the cell phone and showed them how to peruse through the pictures. "You can see the picture in the cockpit before I took it out," I said, pointing at the picture of the planes instrument panel. We sat saying nothing for a while; the ladies continued passing the picture and cell phone around. Apparently Beth decided to believe me, or to at least share her story, as she began talking quietly. "I never knew my father. He didn't even know that Mom was pregnant when he disappeared. He and Mom met at a USO dance, and they fell in love. They only had a few months together. He'd asked her to marry him, but they hadn't announced it to anyone when his plane didn't come back. It was about that same time that she discovered she was pregnant. I was born in '43; she put his name as the father on the birth certificate, giving me the married name she never got -- Elizabeth Fallon - but I've been called Beth all my life. Mom has always been Liz, but she said that my dad always called her Lizzie." "Mom was living with her parents and Granddad always felt that the Polish spelling of his name made him stick out, and not in a good way. When Grandma died in 1948, he had his name legally changed from "Andrej Warshawski"," she pronounced his first name with the "ja" sound at the end, "to "Andrew Shaw." Mom had her name changed to Elizabeth Shaw at the same time. It wasn't that grandpa sold the house to someone else; he'd just legally changed his name. He lived there until he died in the '70's. Grandpa insisted that Mom go to college; he and grandma helped raise me at least until grandma died. Mom got a job with the school district here in Victorville and we moved here when I was 8. I really don't remember Oroville at all -- I've always thought of Victorville as home." I don't know what it was that triggered the memory, but suddenly a thought popped into my head. "Oh My God!" I blurted out. Beth stopped; all four of them looked at me. "What?" I reached for the picture, Beth handed it back to me. I looked at the picture for probably the ten thousandth time since I'd found it -- and saw what I'd never seen before. I looked back at Beth, dumbfounded. "I know your mother." "What?" she took the picture back, looked at it, and then back at me. "How?" I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "I didn't recognize her before. She's so young in that picture, but she was my teacher! I knew her as Miss Shaw, I may not have ever even known her first name, but she taught History and Drama in Junior High School. I had her for 7th grade before we moved away. You said she was a teacher and suddenly it all just clicked..." \~ It wasn't far to the nursing home. All four ladies came along; or rather, I rode along with them as I didn't have a car. I don't think I would have recognized Liz Shaw if I hadn't been introduced, she now looked even less like the pretty Junior High School teacher that I remembered from thirty five years before than she did in the 70 year old picture. Frail and in poor health, this nearly 90 year old woman was a mere wisp of the woman that had been my teacher. Nasal cannula and an oxygen bottle told the story; back in those days -- everyone smoked cigarettes. She was seated upright in bed, apparently asleep, but her eyes opened up when we entered the room, lighting up when she saw her daughter. A smile crossed her face, her eyes flicking to me and the other ladies questioning who we, or at least who I, was. "Mom, this is Terry. He thinks he was one of your students, from years ago." She offered her hand, I shook it gently, surprised at the coldness of her skin. "Forgive me if I don't remember you, but you don't look like a 14 year old anymore." I smiled at her attempt at humor. "Miss Shaw, I, um, have a message for you...." Now that I was here, I couldn't go on. Finding her had somehow seemed so important, but now that I had, I found myself unable to speak -- a lump in my throat. I reached into my shirt pocket and retrieved the picture. I glanced at it, turning it upright and handed it to her. She reached for the picture, puzzlement at first -- and then her eyes went wide with recognition. Her hand trembling, she turned the picture over; I could tell it was to confirm what she already knew was going to be there. Turning her eyes to me, she clutched the picture to her chest, her eyes coming back to me. "You found my Jimmy." "Yes. Yes I did." I looked around, pulled a chair from next to the wall over to the bed and sat down. She reached her hand out to my knee, and I began the tale, one last time. "He called my name as I was about to start back, and when I turned around he said, 'I need you to tell my Lizzie that I love her.' I told him that I would, and then he asked me to also tell you one more thing. He told me to tell you 'Don't wait for me.'" I ended my tale, letting her think about it momentarily, expecting that she, like everyone else would question the validity of my strange tale. Instead, she reached over and took my hand and began filling in the missing blanks. "We weren't supposed to be seeing each other. It was just short of my eighteenth birthday when we met, he was nineteen, almost twenty, and my father didn't approve. I'd snuck out with some of my girlfriends to go to the USO club. From the first time I saw him, I knew he was my one." "They didn't always know when they were going to get away from the base, but we'd make plans, and he always told me - to keep my father happy - if he wasn't there within fifteen minutes of when I thought he would be that I shouldn't wait for him. I always waited though; I'd tease him that I had to because he was always late, so I couldn't tell if he was late because he wasn't going to show or if it was just because he was late as usual. But I'd always wait as long as I could, regardless. Sometimes he'd never show, other times he'd show up late and he was always glad to see me. He'd kiss me; and then smile and put his finger on my nose and say 'I told you not to wait for me - but I'm glad you did.'" She smiled, obviously living the memory, and glanced over at her daughter, and then back at me. "I had a girlfriend whose parents had an unused maid's quarters behind their house at the back of the property. We'd go there and I always made it worth his while." "Mother!" Beth said, obviously at least mildly shocked at the insinuation that perhaps her mother had been a little bit illicit back in the days when marriage supposedly came before sex. "What? You didn't think you happened by magic, did you? I knew almost immediately he was my one, that he was going to be the father of my babies. Back then we didn't have the pill like they do today. We had condoms - or we had babies." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "Jimmy disappeared before even I knew I was pregnant. And then when he didn't come back... I waited a month before I told Mom and Dad. I thought Dad was going to kill me, but he didn't." Her head swiveled around the room, talking to all of us. "What can I say, it was the war years; we were young, and we knew he might never come back, and I wanted to have his babies," she said, grinning happily at Beth, before looking back at me, her grin disappearing into a more somber look. "And he never did -- until now." She released my hand, taking it back to hold and look at the picture two handed for a moment. "He asked me to marry him, but we didn't have enough money for a ring. We were going to wait to tell everyone once we got the ring. He figured we'd have enough saved up by January, so we said if he didn't get shipped out first, we'd get married on Valentine's Day." She paused in her tale, obviously tired, but I suspected also reliving the memory again. Moments later she continued, "The last thing he ever said to me was the night before he left. He was walking to the bus to go back to base; he turned around, pointed his finger at me and winked and said "Don't wait for me!" Her reminiscing done, we all just sat quietly for a moment. "You never married?" I asked. "You were Miss Shaw when you were my teacher." "I still am Miss Shaw." She shook her head, "No, somehow getting married never felt right." She paused for a few moments, and then continued. "I could have. I didn't date anyone seriously for years; I kept feeling like Jimmy was going to come back some day. I dated some guys in college, but every time they started getting serious I broke it off. One of the other teachers and I saw each other for a few years before Beth went off to college, but he took it pretty hard when he asked me to marry him and I turned him down." She shook her head sadly, "he never understood." "Understood what, Mom?" "He never understood that I'd already found my true love, and it wasn't him. I cared for him a lot; he was a great lover -- but I could never love him." "Mom!" Beth interjected again, glancing at me, to see my reaction. I just kept looking at Liz Shaw. "Beth, I'm an old lady, and I don't care what anyone thinks anymore. I never pretended to be a nun, just a single woman." Beth obviously had more trouble with the discussion than I did. "And of course, Robert asked me to marry him too, but he understood. We moved in together and lived together for almost 30 years, until he died, almost 10 years ago." Turning to me, she passed the story back. "How did you find my Jimmy?" I told her the story, as unbelievable as it seemed; about how I'd found the plane, returned and called for help and that when we got back, on what had seemed to me to be the following day, everything had changed -- but somehow she knew that. She accepted the rest of the tale at face value, up until I told her it was just by chance that I was in Victorville at all. I explained the chain of coincidences over the last few hours that had brought me here, to her bedside, when she reached back over with her hand and put it on the back of mine. "Oh now, you really don't believe that do you?" I stopped and looked her in the face. She smiled and patted my hand understandingly. "Some things you just can't explain -- so don't try." Her eyes closed for a moment, obviously tired. I started to remove my hand from hers, but she gripped down on it, keeping me there. Her eyes opened, but she was looking past me, past all of us, to some place far away where only she could see. Her gaze shifted to me, her focus pulling back to the here and now. "Thank you, Terry. Thanks for bringing my Jimmy back to me. You don't need to worry, there's nothing wrong with your plane." Her gaze shifted to her daughter, then to the rest of us. "We were going to get married on St. Valentine's Day, 70 years ago tomorrow. I always felt that somehow he'd come back to me, but I guess now maybe it's him that's waiting for me." \~ She was right about the plane. I'd just spent two hours watching as the mechanic had tested the plane, found nothing wrong, and then proceeded to tear the magneto apart anyway -- only to find nothing wrong. He was just putting it back together when my cell phone rang. It was Beth, she was crying. At first I couldn't even comprehend that it was Beth that I was talking with, but once I figured out who it was, I knew what had happened before she told me. She was found in her bed, one hand holding Jimmy's picture to her chest - the other beside her as if she was holding someone's hand, a smile on her face. Lizzie Warshawski died peacefully in her sleep, sometime in the early morning hours of St. Valentine's Day on what would have been her 70th wedding anniversary. Lizzie and Jimmy were finally together again, her long wait was over.

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Control _Girl. Girl. Wake up!_ _Lazy! Sleeps all the time! Eat, Center! Food! Eat! Open mouth._ Center groaned and opened her eyes, which never did her much good at all. Since her change she couldn't see much more then vague shapes if they were right in front of her face, and then if it was light or dark out. She could never sleep for more then an hour or two at a time without her master wanting something. "But, I'm not hungry." Center whispered; it was the loudest noise she was capable of; her vocal chords were just about removed entirely in her change. _Open. Food for Center to eat._ _Too big for us, Center has to eat it._ Center groaned, they must've caught something big. Well, catch wasn't the right word. She pulled herself up from the ground, working the kinks out of her lithe body. "I don't want to eat it, I'm full." _Liar. Center is not full!_ _Center refuses to eat it because she thinks it's cute._ It was one of her rabbits, the ones she had been breeding larger then usual, just for fun. Before her change that is. "I don't want to eat it. Let it go." _Nope. Nope. Rabbits for eating._ _Center eats rabbit, or we wake up Five!_ Center didn't like that at all. "Please, don't make me eat it." Tears started to pour from her nearly blind eyes; she loved her rabbits. She didn't want to eat one of her pets. Center felt a sharp smack on the end of her serpentine face. _Eat!_ _Need food, make eggs._ Center dropped back to the ground and curled her tail around herself. They wanted her to lay eggs again. A sharp pain appeared suddenly on the back of her neck. _Next time twice as bad!_ _Next time, more then bite!_ Her master was serious, and wouldn't let up until she gave in. They could do worse things to her then hit and bite her. Without a word she opened her jaws, and began the long process of taking the still living creature down her throat and into her belly. _Good girl._ _Very good._ She felt her tears being licked away by a pair of heavy forked tongues. She shuddered; she hated snakes. She pulled her serpentine body up off the ground, tilting her head back, to allow gravity to aid in getting the warm meal into her belly. Their belly really. She wondered what horrible thing she'd done to deserve this form. Center had hated snakes all her life, and now she was essentially an entire nest of them. Other then herself, there were an additional nine living creatures that were part of her body. She could feel her entire body, but there were parts of it she had no control over at all. The nine snakes didn't think of themselves as nine, they though of themselves as four. Master was the two to the immediate left and right of her head; they were the only ones that could talk, if they wanted to. Usually they just commanded her telepathically. The serpents that comprised Master were about four feet in length, half again the size that her arms had been. That was what the originally were. Hunter was bigger, lower on the body, about on level with the upper pair of her four breasts. Center had no idea why she had those still, as just about the rest of her body was reptilian. The demon had probably thought they made her look cute and fuckable. Both of the Hunter snakes were about six feet long, and were venomous. Rather than kill, their venom paralyzed. If they could swallow Center wouldn't have to be woken up when something large was caught. But Hunter's throats didn't link up with the shared stomach of their body. In addition to their venom, they had another prey catching form. Spitting. They could spit a stream of sticky liquid quite a ways. Center didn't know how far, she couldn't see, and she never felt like asking Master. It was far enough though. They had a store of enough of it inside to cover a human. Or so Master has told her. Center lacked hair; her once long flowing mane of it had been replaced with a number of smaller serpents, four to be exactly, and six tentacles. The four snakes on her head, two on the left, two on the right, were known collectively as "Little One," who wasn't very talkative to Master. Mostly all they did was eat small things, mice, bugs and birds, anything they could fit down their smaller gullets. They weren't very big, at least compared to the other five snakes, about the size of a common rattlesnake. The front two were about three feet in length, the back closer to six. There was a tentacle before and after each. Center's head also sport numerous other serpentine appendages, but they didn't move. She supposed it looked like she had a set of nightmarish looking dreadlocks. She had control of two tentacles, which were thankfully the ones she actually liked. The other four were controlled by Little One, and they tended to stray were they weren't wanted. Center didn't like them at all, they were cock tipped. The ninth snake was the only one that slept more then Center, for which she was grateful. Five, like Center, was blind. Except he had no eyes at all. Or a mouth. There wasn't very much that was snakelike about him except his physical construction, he lacked scales as well. Center hated him and his one track mind. Five was their cock. Five, at full length, was about four feet long, and looked sort of like a horse cock. A dark coloured semi-sheath along the first foot and a half of length, followed by two and a half feet of slick, writhing snake-cock. Like the reptile that they were, Five spent most of his time inside their body. There was no outward sign that Center and the rest were a hermaphrodite, and Center was grateful for that. Considering most of the time they were slithering on their belly, any outward male genital features would be uncomfortable and painful. They had other genitals however. Five was just another serpent that the demon had probably tacked on for fun, and hir own twisted pleasures. Just below Five were their 'real' cocks. Two of them, like a true serpent. They started from the same place above Center's vaginal opening and pointed slightly toward either side. Center didn't think of them as a part of herself, Little One usually was the one who used them. Below that was Center's portion of the genitalia, concealed in the folds of scaly skin that kept that portion of her body from getting dirty, was her pussy. It served no biological function, since that part of her body had been given over mostly to storing Five. Their real pussy was down by the end of Center's tail, and that one worked. Worked as in produced eggs, she'd laid three a few months after her change. As far as she could tell, 'her' pussy was basically for Five to fuck. Center hated that, every time it happened she was essentially being raped by her own body. She had no idea why she felt like that; she didn't care at all when she was made to fuck herself with their real cunt. As for Center, Center wasn't her name; it was what Master called her, mainly because she was the middle. She was in charge of locomotion, and she was the only one that could move their thirty-foot long slimy body. She didn't like the slime very much either. It seemed that just about every exposed inch of her scale-covered skin produced a lubricating slime. It never seemed to dry out. The grove where Center lived was absolutely saturated with the stuff. Animals seemed to love the slightly sweet taste, it killed insects, and it plants seemed to thrive on the stuff. The berry bush that Center had planted the day of her change had grown extremely large, and was thriving. In the six months since she planted it, it had grown of a size that Center and her parts slithered under its thorny tangles for shelter. The berries had become ripe not long ago, and they were the size of throwing rocks. Center enjoyed them; the rest of her body loathed them. The rabbit was nearly to their belly now. Center slid her forked tongue out of her mouth and flicked it around, smelling the air. It was going to rain in a little bit. She liked the rain, it felt cool on her skin, and it made her vision clearer. Center supposed the creature she was based on was a water-based snake. There wasn't a body of water around big enough for Center to completely submerge herself in to test that theory. Closest thing was a shallow, muddy creek. The creek might be deeper further on, but Master didn't like venturing very far away from their nest. Center was glad she had chosen to live in just about the middle of nowhere; there weren't hardly any humans around for her and her body to bother. She shuddered, the venom was wearing off and the rabbit was beginning to squirm. She slid a tentacle tip to her belly, feeling the creature's struggles. She felt a gentle nuzzling against one of her nipples, then another, and then on all four. Little One wanted to play. "Not now, please?" Center whispered, feeling so tired. She was always tired. She knew Little One was connected to the rest of her more completely then Hunter or Master. While she could feel everything through the whole of their shared body, Master and Hunter could feel next to nothing beyond their own control. Center suspected Master felt nothing at all beyond the stomach, while Hunter could feel the 'feedback' from Five. Little One however seemed to be connected to all of her. She could feel the tiny snakes flinch whenever Master bit her. Master yawned and decided to nap as well, looping down between her breasts, between her sides and Hunter's coils, crossing over behind her back and then resting between the two coils of Hunter wrapped around her abdomen. Center could feel two cock-tentacles rubbing softly against the sides of her mouth, and two more trying to get her to open herself 'down there.' Center almost enjoyed Little One's touches. Sometimes, not just during sex either, she felt as if they were caring, almost loving. Sometimes when the rest of her body was sleeping, and she was unable to do anything, she'd just lay there and cry. The way the eight appendages wrapped around her sometimes, it was almost like a hug. Or snake entwined with one of her tentacles, was that meant to as close to holding her hand as Little One could get? She'd been fighting against the other parts of herself for at least half a year. Center sighed; she didn't know why she struggled anymore. There was nothing in it for her. She couldn't see at all, and would be unable to do anything without Master's help. Resisting wouldn't change her back to the way she was, nothing would. Not even another demon would be able to break what had been done to Center. Center. She even thought of herself like that now, nothing more then a part of this body she'd become imprisoned in. She slumped to the ground. She was the only part of the whole that resisted, and when she did Little One was hurt as well. She could feel Little One's reflexive urge to strike back whenever she was bitten or head-butted by Master, the sudden tensing of the tiny serpentine bodies, then a forced relaxation. She could feel Little One's touches all over her body. She stopped resisting, opening her mouth and releasing the muscles that held her pussy closed. "There, I'm yours now. Do whatever the hell you want to me, I don't care." her whisper had a harsh tone to it. Rather then dive right in, the prodding shapes pulled away, settling into their normal positioning at her side, or behind her back. Center heard a sound from far away, something big was moving throw the trail that's been made through the grass. Center rolled over onto her belly and flicked her tongue out. Scent carries a long way, and Center's serpentine sense of smell caught it easily. She licked her lips hungrily. She knew what the smell wass; she could taste it all over right after her change. The scent made the sleeping portions of herself stir, all of them. Center began to feel incredibly aroused. A moment ago she wasn't at all willing to engage in sex, now she could think of doing nothing else. Five awoke, remaining inside the body for the time being. Center had a strange sensation in the lower half of her tail, around where her one egg was situated. She headed off in the direction of the scent, that of a female. A human female. Part of her wondered what this sudden lust is from, she'd seen, well smelt, human girls before while in this form, but she'd never had this reaction before. But she had never wanted to do something with all her parts before. Not really. She thought of the trio of eggs she'd laid three months earlier, how they never hatched, no part of them were sure what they were supposed to do. But now? Now they knew what to do. They knew that they didn't lay their eggs in a nest; they laid them in human females. Center thought she should be disgusted at that fact. But shi wasn't. Shi, shi'd just thought of hirself as a shi. Was this what shi had been fighting this long? Center had been the connection to all the parts of hir body. And that was exactly what they were, parts of hir body. Not different creatures. They were all hir. They'd always been hir. Hir change hadn't stopped, but it had stalled. Shi would only be in full control of hir body when shi accepted it. Shi blink hir eyes, all nine pairs. Shi could see again! Shi looked hirself over, shi was beautiful. Orange and black mostly, with some tan on hir underbelly. So pretty. Shi knew why shi had been so lonely, so sad, so frightened. Hir personality had fragmented to hir different heads. Center slithered through the grass at a speed shi had never known shi was capable of. Shi knew the girl would be frightened at first, disgusted, lonely. But she would come to love her new body, just like her soon to be mother had come to love hirs.

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Title: Continuation by Raul Tags: Character Development, Fighting, Hybrid, Story Progression, Story Series Holy crap! Another chapter?! It can't be! Oh yes it is! Hopefully I'll have chapter 10 out soon as well, but I have so many ideas currently, it may take a bit! No p0rn in this one either, but I may have to include some in the next chapter, depending on what I feel like. \++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Arzhi rode along the mountain road, lost deep in thought. It was raining again...well; it was more like wet air. A fine rainy drizzle floated through the air, soaking everything it touched. Tochinoki sneezed and shook his head. *"Where are we going?"* he asked. Arzhi looked up and scanned the rocky landscape with his crimson eyes. Ragged slopes rose above them on either side, and the road seemed to wind on forever. He had long since discarded his sword and bow, knowing they were not gifts from his mother. *"I don't know Tochi...I guess we'll go wherever the road takes us."* he replied, patting his mounts neck. He had also left Cerdwin behind long ago. She was plainly evil, and Arzhi had no desire to consort with anything evil ever again. His purple mane was plastered against his slender neck, and his tail was draped limply across Tochi's back. There was a pause, where the only sounds were Tochi's soft foot falls on the wet gravel path. *"Why are you crying?"* Tochi said quietly. Arzhi sniffed, and wiped his eyes. *"I...I don't know what to do anymore...I'm no hero. I killed all those people; I'm nothing more than a murderer."* *"You were not yourself. The Demon had a hold of your mind. You have to remain strong in order to get through this ordeal."* *"Since when did you get so wise?"* Arzhi said with a weak smile. *"Since we met Cadfael, actually."* *"I miss him, Tochi. I miss him a lot...but if I go back and look for him, I'll surely be caught and killed."* *"Which is why we must move forwards. We can only hope he catches up with us."* "Maybe you're right..." Arzhi muttered. A while later, the rain grew in intensity, so Arzhi and Tochi had taken shelter under a rocky outcrop. Water poured in small streams off the lip of the outcrop. Arzhi was refilling his water canister from one of them, while Tochi tried to make himself comfortable on the cold damp ground. *"This is not good weather for me..."* he muttered, curling his tail around himself. *"It is not good weather for anyone."* Arzhi replied, shuffling up next to his friend. *"Do you think you could get a fire going?"* Tochi asked hopefully. *"Without wood, keeping it going would be more tiresome than its worth."* Tochi sighed and rested his head on his forearms. Arzhi leaned back against the damp wall of the outcropping and sighed. He licked his lips, and immediately spat, sitting up straight and shuddering. "Eeeurgh! What was that horrible taste?!" he exclaimed. *"Oh, that'll be your armour."* Tochi said without lifting his head, his tongue flicking out several times. "My tongue can taste smells?" Arzhi asked *"Yes...all snakes can...and my species of course."* *"It tastes like rancid blood!"* *"Probably because it is."* Arzhi grimaced and began unbuckling his armour. He pulled off his breastplate and jerkin, throwing them in a pile in the middle of the floor. He pulled off his trousers, and they joined the pile. He raised his hand, and his eyes glittered briefly, before the pile of leather burst into flames. "I'll not be sullied by the blood of innocents!" Arzhi snarled, baring his fangs. Due to being mostly snake now, all his genitals were internal, so he had nothing really to hide. He did keep his long belt though, it had all his pouches and money attached to it. He slung it over his shoulder and fastened it like a baldric. He then grabbed Tochi's saddle and pulled off the small amounts of supplies they had, before throwing the saddle onto the fire as well. "I'll start from scratch. I'll begin again. I won't be anyone's puppet, I'll do things my own way, and nobody can tell me otherwise!" he said determinedly. *"Are you sure about this?"* Tochi asked *"Yes. From now on it'll just be me and you. I do not need equipment or armour. I do not need weapons or shields. I have all I need within me. Mother gifted me with immense power, and this is a gift I will make great use of. I can use it, shape it with my will and imagination! For starters, despite the baldric, I still feel a bit naked."* Arzhi raised his hands and let a small glow rise between them. There was a brief flash, and Arzhi was wearing a black leather loincloth, with golden patterns upon it. It came down to about his knees, and was attached to a thin belt around his waist. *"What about the Tattoos?"* Tochi asked *"I am no longer under his influence. They will not desecrate my flesh any longer."* Arzhi said, and clapped his hands. The Tattoos vanished. His fine scales glittered a fine pearly white in the firelight. Arzhi looked over his purified form, his slender muscles gleaming in the flickering light. Although he could not see it, his crimson eyes slowly faded from red, to a rather sad blue. *"Your eyes...They are like the Mistresses!"* Tochi gasped *"Eh? What do you mean by that?"* Arzhi asked *"They change colour to reflect your inner emotions. I have only known the Mistresses eyes to do that."* Arzhi smiled and leaned against Tochi, closing his eyes. *"It seems that with this change, I have come closer to Mother, and further from the Devil."* He said. Meanwhile, the Devil was rather angry. He did not know how Arzhi had broken free of his influence, but when he had erased the tattoos, the Devil lost the power to spy on him. "How the fuck did he break my influence?!" He shouted, his eyes smouldering. *He is more powerful than you give him credit for* said a voice from behind him. The devil whipped around and saw The King sitting in his throne. "What do you want, Elder God?" He snarled *Nothing from you little devil* The King said, clasping his hands in front of him *You should know that your little plans will mean nothing in the face of his wrath* "It was you! You broke my spell!!" The devil hissed *No Unlike you I am forbidden to interfere I simply gave him insight into how to break your spell He did the rest himself* "What do you want? You can't have come down here to gloat, that isn't your style." *No I came to warn you You play a very dangerous game here Lucifer By doing what you have done you have upset a very fine balance If Arzhi fails in stopping you then I will personally get involved to reset that balance* "You can't! That is not allowed!" *The destruction of one world is insignificant But I am particularly fond of this one I will not interfere but instead will watch with interest For now* With that, he was gone. The Devil cursed. Now that The King had had shown an interest to his plans, he would have to speed things up. Back in the mountains, it had stopped raining and the sun was shining. Arzhi rode along on Tochi gazing up at the blue sky. He felt as if an enourmous weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and his head felt clear and clean. Even for the summer, there had been an abnormal amount of rain lately, so sunshine was a welcome thing. *"How do you plan to go un-noticed dressed like that?"* Tochi asked *"Purely human cities are no longer safe for us. Unfortunately Humans happen to share most of their cities with the 'n ddynol Anifeiliaid."* *"That's the name for what humans call 'Anthropoids'."* Arzhi said *"Most of the time it's shortened to Anifeil. The Anifeil also share their cities with Humans. This means we'll have to go to the non human and Anifeil cities. We also cannot head for Demon cities; they will think I am a hero of some sort. This means we'll have to head for cities of the neutral races, such as the Grey Elves, or the Lizardfolk."* *"How do you know so much?"* Tochi asked, looking over his shoulder at Arzhi *"I'm just saying what I read! I still have no idea how to get to any of these places."* *"I guess we'll have to keep going until we find someone to ask directions."* "Indeed we may." Oddly enough, they didn't have to wait long. Around the very next bend was an armed band of men. Arzhi gritted his teeth when he saw them, but relaxed when he saw they were neither human, nor Anifeil. As luck would have it, they were Grey Elves. Grey Elves were different from the Woodland Elves, or the Mountain Elves. They were tall with pale grey skin, long fine features, and small pointed ears. They were quite different from the Wood elves, which were tall and broad with nut brown skin and green hair, or the Mountain Elves who were short like dwarves, but were slender, with black skin and white eyes. Grey elves were called "High" Elves by some, although they did not share this honourific. They had a great love of music, the martial arts, and archery, much like the Unicorns. It was one of the Grey Elves who spoke first. "What a strange appearance for one travelling this road." He said, looking at Arzhi. The rest of the Grey Elves turned to look at Arzhi. "Maybe, but anyone coming across a group of Elves armed such as yourselves, would think there trouble brewing." "It is not often we see a member of the Lizardfolk...no...Celestials wondering outside of their realm." Arzhi tried to contain his surprise. "How did you guess my kind so easily?" He asked "Your eyes just now proved it." The elf said "When I said you were a Celestial, your eyes changed from yellow to orange. I guess that was surprise." "Indeed it was." Arzhi said dismounting. "I am Neidr Bragad...son of Neidr Fam." "The Celestial tongue is a fair one." The elf said "I am Valde Pandus son of Valde Proeliator, captain of this band of mercenaries." "It is a pleasure to meet you and your men. I had thought I was the only one travelling on this barren road." "We are headed back to the woodland city of Amplus Nemus, the stronghold of the Grey Elves." Pandus said. "A coincidence, then, that I might be travelling to the same place." Arzhi said "It was my fortune to come across you then, as I was not sure in which direction the city lies." "Would you then like to accompany us for the rest of the way?" Pandus offered. "If I would not be a burden to you and your men." "Only if you can't fight!" someone shouted from the back of the group, eliciting a laugh from the rest of the group. "We shall see if we are attacked, whether or not I can fight." Arzhi replied with a small smile. Soon the path began to climb sharply up the side of a mountain, and the terrain became rockier. The temperature also seemed to be dropping as well. "Tell me, Pandus; does this rout take us up into the snow line?" Arzhi asked. "Not quite." The elf replied, running a hand through his long brown hair "It rises to a height where snow falls in the winter, but then there is a road that leads under the mountain." "Why put the entrance so high?" "To make sure only the people who are neither Human nor Anifeil may enter." Arzhi looked slightly confused, and Pandus laughed. "We Grey Elves do not trust these young races. Dwarves, Merfolk, Lizardfolk, the other Elves, Drow, we welcome them all as they have long since proven their worth over countless millennia. Humans and the Anifeil however, can not be trusted. They are both a young race and prone to violence and war when it could be avoided." "I see. Then I am glad it is hidden. But I am also glad it is not hidden too high. We do not fare well in the snow." Arzhi said, patting Tochi on the neck. "Then how do you feel about dark subterranean tunnels?" Pandus asked "If they are warmer than this windswept hill, then I'd feel almost compassionate towards them." "Good, the door is just by that rock." Pandus pointed towards a tall shard of rock that rested by the side of the winding path. He came to a halt next to it, and stuck his hand inside a small hollow in the rock. There was a click, and a large stone door slid to one side, revealing a dark passageway into the mountain. "The dwarves made this passage for us a long time ago. It is the fastest way to get to the city." Pandus said, taking a lantern from his pack. The rest of the mercenaries were doing the same, and soon, they were descending down a stone ramp with well worn grooves made by carts and carriages. "Is this the only door?" Arzhi asked as the door slid slowly back into place. "There are other doors, yes." Pandus said, tying his lantern to a long stick, and raising it aloft. "But this one is the main byway." Arzhi nodded and peered ahead. It was pitch black. There was absolutely no light apart from the lights of the lanterns. "Never have I been somewhere so dark." He said, his voice echoing off the walls. "It gets brighter the deeper into the mountain you go. This is a tunnel that has been manually carved. The rest of the route is a massive network of natural tunnels. Some caves in here are so vast they contain entire cities." "You said it would get brighter..." Arzhi said with a confused look. "Ah yes!" Pandus said with a laugh. "There are a large number of glowing plants and algae down here, a number of the creatures down here also produce light. In some tunnels it can actually get quite bright. The main route, which is the one we're taking, is the best lit, with lanterns and other lights being placed in it." "I see..." "You say that a lot, but I wonder if you really do." "Eh? Oh, it's just a habit. I generally say it when there's not much else to say." Just then, a dull bluish glow lit up a corner. As the party rounded it, a vast tunnel came into view. Its ceiling was as high as a cathedral, and it was as wide enough for ten large carts to travel side by side with room to spare. Algae adorned the walls, glowing various shades of blue and green, brightly lighting the tunnel. There were several dark tunnel mouths entering the main tunnel, with people emerging from them, and disappearing into them. "I had not expected it to be so busy!" Arzhi exclaimed, looking around at the wide variety of people, noting that not one of them was Human or Anifeil. "Oh yes, Like I said, there are whole cities under these mountains, mostly Dwarves and our mountain cousins. There are also the Drow, but they live deep within the mountain where the only light comes from their own eyes." Arzhi knew a little about the Drow. They were similar to the Grey Elves, but had white skin and hair from the lack of any sort of light, and glowing red eyes that allowed them to see in the inky blackness at the heart of the world. "Would they really come up from beyond the depths?" Arzhi asked "Sometimes. There is a surprisingly large population in Amplus Nemus, although sunlight has a peculiar effect on them." "How so?" "Their skin goes from milk white, to black as the darkness in which they dwell. It is even darker than that of the Mountain Elves." "Interesting...Tell me, are there any cities on the way to the other side?" "Not on this particular route, but there are taverns and stables at regular intervals." "I see...Well, I had hoped..." Arzhi stopped speaking abruptly, and stopped dead in his tracks. There was the clanking and jingling of armour as the mercenaries tried not run into him. "What is it?" Pandus asked. "We're being followed..." Arzhi said, his eyes suddenly turning red. "And this smell is all to familiar..." "What? What is it?" Pandus asked, his hand coming to rest on the hilt of the rapier he wore at his belt. "Demonblessed...They followed us into the passage..." "What?!" Pandus said, drawing his rapier. Several travellers of the underground highway looked at him. Arzhi leapt onto a rock to one side of the road and cleared his throat. "Can I have your attention please?!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The traffic around them stopped. "Everybody run! There are Demonblessed on the way! Spread the word!" Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at him in the following silence. Just then, the faint sound of whooping and howling came filtering through the still air. That's when the screaming started. People scattered from the area as fast as they could, vanishing up side tunnels or heading back the way they came. All the mercenaries had drawn their weapons. There was a loud clanking noise from one of the side tunnels, and roughly twenty heavily armed and armoured Dwarven soldiers came pounding towards Arzhi. Dwarves were generally stocky and powerful, physically stronger than most, even though the average height was four feet six inches. There were armed with axes, swords, bardiches and hammers. Arzhi jumped off the rock just as the leader of the dwarves arrived at the rock. "We heard someone shouting about Demonblessed!" he said enthusiastically. "There are many coming this way." Arzhi said "Good! They shall feel the edges of our blades, and the spikes of our hammers!!" The dwarf shouted, to a ringing chorus of shouts and war cries. "Just like dwarves to come running at the first sound of a fight." Pandus said. "Aye, that we do!" The dwarf said with a massive grin (at least, Arzhi thought it was a grin. It was hard to tell behind the dwarf's enourmous beard). Arzhi sighed. He had only really had proper interaction with Unicorns and Demonblessed, but he could tell there was no use in talking these people out of it. The dwarves were drawing up information, facing the direction of the now audible howling of demonic spawn. "I take it you are a Wyrd user?" Pandus said to Arzhi "Eh? What do you mean?" "You don't have any weapons; therefore I assume you use magic." "Oh, right yes, I do." "Don't use any destruction or fire based magic in here; we don't want the roof collapsing on us." "Okay." *"Are we fighting now?"* Tochi asked as Arzhi jumped on his back. *"Supporting. We'll hang back and take them on from a distance. I do not want any of those Demons recognising me."* The Demonblessed were approaching fast, and they soon rounded the bend the group of warriors was facing. There was about forty of them, all crazed with the scent of battle. "It looks like a good fight lads!!" The dwarf cried, his men roaring with approval. Pandus just sighed, and cricked his neck. "Remember, we fight as a unit." He said to his men "Do not separate for whatever reason." The Demonblessed were almost upon them when a searing bolt of green light lanced over their heads and hit a Demonblessed square in the chest, blasting a hole straight through its chest. Arzhi was standing on Tochi's back, his eyes blazing with golden fire. Tochi was snarling and hissing, his pupils contracted into slits. The Demonblessed screeched to a halt as the stricken creature looked down at its chest, and saw the perfectly circular hole in it. It looked up, and fell sideways. "Kill the bastards!!" The dwarf yelled, and the clanking mass of dwarven armour surged forwards and slammed into the demons, followed closely by the Elves. Demonblessed were a lot stronger than the dwarves, and more resilient than the Elves, but they were not unbeatable, especially not by such a group of dangerous fighters. The dwarves were already engaged in fierce battle with the demons, and Pandus and his men moved through the throng in a tightly knit group. Arzhi narrowed his eyes and held out his hand. "With this tainted blood, I swear I will never slay another mortal, but I will not hold back against the Devil and his ilk!" He closed his hand into a fist, and one of the Demonblessed slumped to the floor, blood pouring out of his eyes, nose mouth and ears. He raised his other hand and swung it in a glittering arc above his head. He brought his other arm up and clapped his hands together above his head. He then brought his arms down with his hands together as if he was praying. He closed his eyes, and opened his hands. Odd sigils appeared on the backs of all the warriors fighting, and their weapons glowed with a soft golden light. The dwarven lead saw the glow and smiled. He swung his great glaive in a wide arc and sliced clean through no less than three Demonblessed. "A fine advantage you have given us!" he cried, smashing his way through the fray. The sigils on the backs of the warriors seemed to be protecting them from serious harm; the blows of the Demons impacting, but doing less than fatal damage. Arzhi held out his hand, palm forward, and then wrenched it back, closing his fist as if snatching something. Three of the Demonblessed flew through the air as Arzhi flung out his other hand. Three sharp wooden spikes shot out the ground and impaled the three demons, spraying their tainted blood through the air. The Elves had fanned out now, and were quickly and methodically carving their way through the crowd of demons. The dwarves were leaving a blood trail in their wake soon the Demonblessed were retreating back up the tunnel. They had not been expecting such powerful resistance. Only ten remained, this number rapidly dwindled as elven arrows hissed through the air towards them. Pandus' men had drawn bows and were shooting off arrows as fast as they could. Soon there were only four Demonblessed left, and they were soon out of bow shot. Arzhi snarled and urged Tochi forwards. The big lizard broke into a run and they began to rapidly catch up with the fleeing demons. Arzhi drew his hand back, and a long green javelin grew in his hand. He waited until they were a bit closer before bringing his arm forwards. The glowing javelin shot forwards and split into four, each searing shaft impaling a Demonblessed straight through the heart. Tochi skidded to a halt, and Arzhi wiped his brow (although he didn't actually sweat, it was more a force of habit). The glow faded from his eyes, and he had Tochi turn back to the site of the battle. When they arrived, Arzhi saw that some of the dwarves were looting the corpses, even removing the heads. A dwarf saw Arzhi's enquiring gaze, and grinned. "Demon spawn heads fetch a pretty price!" he said. Arzhi sighed and rode over to where Pandus was talking to the Dwarven leader. He looked up as Arzhi dismounted and approached them. "Arzhi! I must thank you for those enchantments; the battle could have gone much worse otherwise!" The Dwarf turned and looked Arzhi up and down. "Aye! A fine bit o' casting ye did there! Me men and I are most grateful!" "Think nothing of it." Arzhi said "Although casting an enchantment like that on all of you was a...draining experience." "Never done it on near thirty people before?" The dwarf asked "Not really, no." Arzhi admitted. This was true; he had never done anything like this before. He wasn't even sure how he knew how to do it. All he did know was that he wanted to help these people, and all of a sudden the right thing popped into his head. "My name is Drache Jäger." The dwarf said, holding out his hand. "I am Neidr Bragad, son of Neidr Fam." Arzhi said, gripping the dwarf's forearm, the dwarf doing the same. "It's an honour to meet you!" the dwarf boomed "It is still fortunate we arrived when we did. You would have been hard pressed on your own." "Indeed, we really are fortunate you were so close." "We were headed for the Human capital actually." Jäger said, scratching his chin. "Apparently there was a huge uprising of Demon spawn, and near a thousand people were killed." "A thousand?!" Pandus exclaimed "How could they have mustered the courage...the audacity to stage something like this?" "I dunno, but they say they were led by a great white devil, who rode a beast the size of a dragon." Arzhi, who had gone momentarily tense, breathed a mental sigh of relief. He was partially hoping his part in the massacre would be blow greatly out of proportion. This was proof of that, which now allowed him to move around a bit more freely. "Why would such a terrifying sounding creature interest you?" Arzhi asked "We live to fight!" The dwarf said proudly, thumping his chest. "Against such an opponent we would either become heroes, or die a glorious death!" "I see. Given that we ran into the Demon spawn down here, I don't think you'll need to worry about being short of battles." "Aye! That's true. Although...I was wondering...How long do these enchantments last?" Arzhi looked thoughtful for a moment "I'm fairly certain that once they're cast, they'll remain on your weapons and armour for pretty much all of eternity." Jäger looked somewhat stunned. "That means you are now in possession of very valuable items." Pandus said with a small smile. After the two parties had cleared the road way, and said their goodbyes, the Elves stayed at the battle sight waiting for the proper authorities. Once the tunnel guards had shown up and helped clear the way, the grey Elves and Arzhi were about to set off again. "Oh! Captain Pandus!" Pandus turned and saw a messenger running towards him. It was a mountain elf, and he was running as fast as he could. "What is it?" Pandus asked "The Underworld city of Obscurum Cado is under attack by Drow raiders! The Duke is requesting all elven forces in the area to come and help defend the city!" "Those white skinned bastards!" Pandus said, clenching his fists "No offence." He added "None taken." Arzhi said "Would you like me to accompany you?" "While your talents are formidable, I would hate to keep you from your quest any longer. We have Wyrd users to help defend us, have no fear." "Then I guess this is goodbye." Arzhi said "It was a privilege travelling with you, even if it was for such a short time." "I hope we meet again. To reach the elven city, keep following the main tunnel, you will emerge from here overlooking a valley. Head down into the valley; pass through the grassy plains that lie there and then out into the wooded hills of Camorr. Follow the white road, and it will lead you straight to the city." "I thank you greatly for this, Pandus, and I shall not forget the aid you have given me." Arzhi said, shaking Pandus' hand. Soon, the Elves were disappearing down another passage. Arzhi sighed and rubbed his neck. He slowly mounted Tochi and set off down the tunnel. *"I hope we find a Tavern or something soon, I'm so tired."* Arzhi said *"I hope we find a Tavern so I can eat something!"* Tochi said enthusiastically. Arzhi laughed. About an hour and a half later, they did come across a tavern. It was a huge structure, partially carved into the rocky wall of the tunnel, and partially built out of thick beams of black wood. There was also a stable built next to it with a variety of mounts in it. There were horses and ponies, but there were also Land Sharks (large armour plated creatures shaped like tanks) and giant Salamanders. There was a sign on the oddly large door of the tavern which read (in several languages): "Saurian mounts welcome in the bar.". Arzhi jumped off Tochi's back and read the sign. He shrugged and opened the door, Tochi following him inside. In the brightly lit bar, Arzhi could plainly see most of the clientele were some form of Reptile, either Lizardfolk (armour plates, talons, fangs and all), or very large snakes. In cliché circumstances, the bar would have gone silent as Arzhi entered, but as it happened, only the Ophidians (the collective name for the various snake like creatures) stopped to look at him. Arzhi made his way to the bar making a mental note to make sure he knew what specific species future taverns catered to. The odd thing about the reptilian species was that, while a great deal of them were actually Anifeil, they had been around just as long as the Lizardfolk (who were a completely separate species), meaning they were probably the only Anifeil who new about this place. Arzhi approached the bar and a very large, muscled Monitor lizard looked down at him. *"What can I do for you?"* he hissed. *"I require a room for the night, and food."* Arzhi replied *"Lots of food!"* Tochi interrupted, realising he could actually join in on this conversation. The monitor lizard laughed and rubbed his head. *"You're very brave travelling with such an intelligent Saurian!"* He laughed *"We do actually have some rooms specially designed for Saurians, and we have one left."* *"That'll do just fine."* Arzhi said, relaxing a bit. He was obviously among friends here. He had been worried he would stand out, being completely white and all, but he noticed a group of three albino crocodiles sitting at a table, and an albino cobra with a blindfold over his eyes talking to a group of geckos. *"We'll get your room ready, and a maid will be with you shortly."* the big lizard said *"Thank you."* Arzhi replied A few moments later, a rather small blue tailed skink led him over to a table in a secluded corner. Arzhi sat down with his back against the wall, and Tochi lay down next to the table, his back easily level with it. *"Now then my lord, what can I get you?"* *"Please don't call me that...I am no lord."* Arzhi said holding up a hand *"Travelling incognito then, sir?"* Arzhi gave her a wry smile *"Indeed..."* he said *"I will have whatever is read now, and..."* *"Lots of meat!"* Tochi said *"Flash fried with a bit of salt and pepper!"* The skink looked at Arzhi, who laughed. *"Indulge him, Gods now he deserves it."* *"Right away then sir."* she said and went off to fetch the food. Arzhi sat back and observed the reasonably crowded pub. There was a huge range of reptilian Anifeil and Lizardfolk. There were Saurians, Fire Lizards, Ophidians, all in a huge range of colours. While he was observing the other patrons, he recalled something that he had asked Yslien the day she had bought him. While passing through the streets in her coach, he noticed all the Ophidians they went past bowed to the carriage. When he had asked about this, Yslien had smiled and laughed, saying: "Because I am Purest white. There is a difference between albinos and those that are pure white. Those with "Snowscales" are nobility and royalty amongst the Ophidians." Arzhi smiled to himself. That was why he was being treated so nicely. His scales were pure white. The skink soon returned with their food. Arzhi was having a large steak with delicately roasted vegetables with a honey glaze. She deposited a large tray of steaming meat in front of Tochi who immediately began to stuff his face. The skink set down a fine quartz goblet filled with a mint smelling green wine. She bowed, winked, and walked off. Arzhi raised his brow for a moment and then began eating. After going so long without proper food, the steak was the most delicious thing Arzhi had ever eaten; the vegetables too. The wine was indeed mint, with a hint of aniseed. Tochi was busy munching his way through what seemed to be half a cow, and enjoying himself immensely. *"Besht...Shteak...ever!"* he said between mouthfuls. *"Don't talk with your mouth full."* Arzhi scolded. Just as Arzhi had finished eating, and was taking another mouthful of the (surprisingly strong) wine, there was a commotion at one of the other tables. Several large Lizardfolk had backed a rather scared looking Ophidian into a corner. Lizardfolk were certainly intimidating. They had naturally armoured scales all over their bodies, large square heads with powerful jaws, and sharp slicing talons. "You cheating freak!" One of the Lizardfolk was bellowing "Trying to steal our money?!" "N-No! I wasss jussst playing cardsss!" the ophidian squeaked. Arzhi looked around and saw the other Ophidians go very tense. The Barlizard had reached under the counter and pulled out a very large crossbow. Arzhi sighed, and stood up. The Ophidians looked around at him as he walked slowly through the tables. Arzhi looked over at the Barlizard and winked. The Barlizard grinned and put the crossbow away, and then he leaned against the bar and rested his chin in his hands. All of the other Ophidians looked at him expectantly (as well as the rest of the bar). Arzhi did not know it, but actual Snowscales were revered for their prowess in all forms of combat. They were getting ready for a show. By this point the small Ophidian that was backed into a corner had been picked up by the front of his shirt and slammed against the wall. The Lizardman brought back his hand, talons outstretched, just as the muscles in Arzhi's calves tensed. The Lizardman brought his hand forwards in a deadly jab. *Thap* The Lizardman blinked, and the Ophidian opened his eyes. Arzhi was standing just to the right of the Lizardman, holding the thick muscled arm in place. Arzhi was shorter, and more slender than the Lizardman, but he was having no trouble in the slightest. "Can you imagine what I would do to you if you had killed him?" Arzhi asked, and twisted the Lizards arm. There was a sickening crack as the arm broke. The Lizardman roared and dropped the Ophidian, who quickly scurried behind Arzhi. Arzhi let go of the broken arm just as the Lizardman swung his left hand to punch Arzhi in the face. Arzhi smiled and caught the fist, hopped onto one foot, and kicked the Lizardman so hard his ribs broke. The stricken lizard flew through the air and crashed into a table, sending the occupants scurrying. The other Lizardfolk charged at Arzhi. Arzhi sighed, scratched his head, and spun. He scooped both of them up in his tail, leapt sideways, and slammed them on top of their stricken companion. The bar was silent for a few seconds, before the crowd cheered. Arzhi grabbed the three Lizardfolk by the tail, and towed them to the door. He quite firmly hurled them out, before closing the door with a quiet click. He then went over to the bar, reached into one of his pouches and withdrew a glittering blue sapphire. He placed it on the counter, and slid it towards the Barlizard. The Monitor lizard picked it up and pulled a small eyeglass from his pocket. *"That was quite impressive."* He said studying the sapphire. *"Thank you. That's for the Table, the room, the food, and to buy everyone in the bar a drink."* Arzhi replied. "Well, given that this beauty is about 80 carats, you got yourself a deal!" The Barlizard said with a grin "Oi! You lot!" He shouted at the bar "Drinks on the Snowscale!!" A good while later, Arzhi was lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling. Well, it wasn't really a bed, more like a large elevated nest. Tochi was curled up next to him on the soft bedding with his eyes closed. The tavern apparently stayed open twenty-four hours, as he could still hear the sounds of people coming in through the door. There obviously was no night in this place. The room was probably one of the nicer ones in the tavern. It was right on the top floor, at the very back of the building, so it was mostly carved out of the tunnel. The tunnel seemed to be made out of granite, which in this case had been polished and shined so much; it hardly looked like a cave at all. "Tochi?" Arzhi asked quietly *"Mmmmm?"* came the sleepy reply. "Do you miss them?" Arzhi said. Tochi opened one yellow eye and looked at Arzhi. *"Oh yes, very much so. But I never knew them like you did. I lived mostly in the menagerie..."* Tochi stopped as silvery tears began to roll down Arzhi's reptilian cheeks. *"What have I become, Tochi?"* he whimpered *"I am no longer human, but neither am I a demon. I am not an Anifeil, I am not an Ophidian...I...I don't know what I am anymore! I don't even know what to do! I killed Demonblessed! I got into a bar fight! I don't know how I used these powers!"* Arzhi sat up, tears flowing freely from his eyes. *"This is not me! I never wanted any of this! I just wanted to live my life quietly with people I love, but now I'm stuck as a fugitive from the humans, with no direction to go in! I started life as a slave! When Mother found me I did not know what was going on...But then I found something that I had never experienced before. I found love. People who actually loved me and it made me so happy! But now...now I have no idea what to do anymore! The few friends I met during my travels have all gone, and I do not know if I will ever see them again!"* Arzhi was now sobbing uncontrollably. His shoulders shook, his hands gripped the bedding tightly. Arzhi had shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth to try and stifle the sobs. But then something warm and surprisingly soft wrapped itself around him. He opened his eyes and saw Tochi, curled around him. The Saurians head was level with his. It was amazing how much expression could be displayed on a face that seemed to be mostly mouth and teeth. "You are not alone in this..." Tochi said in the common tongue "I am your friend, and I shall always be your friend. I know I am no replacement for Yslien, or Natasla, but I will never leave your side. We will find them together. Remember I said I would carry you to the ends of the earth to find them? I still stand by that." Arzhi looked at Tochi with a mixture of shock and happiness. "Thank you..." he whispered, hugging Tochi round the neck. Tochi smiled (although, because his face wasn't really designed for it, it was more like a non threatening snarl), and placed his arms around Arzhi, who was suddenly sound asleep. Emotions had tired him out, and it was all he could have done to keep his eyes open. Tochi lay his head down next to Arzhi's and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, in the dwindling twilight, a group of horses were moving along a mountain path, following the tracks made by a large three toed creature. The party paused by a rocky outcrop and a figure dismounted. In the dim light the outline of a tail could be seen. The figure ducked under the outcrop and examined the pile of ash that lay there. "He was certainly here." Cadfael said, stepping out from under the outcrop, rubbing some ash between his fingers. "He burnt his armour?" asked Anyon. The priest wore a white leather glove over his scarred hand. The evil wound he received from touching Arzhi's cursed sword would never fully heal. "It appears so. It is as if he wants us to follow him. It is like he is leaving us clues." "Do you suppose he is leading us into a trap?" "I do not think so..." Cadfael said, rubbing his chin "If he truly was evil, why discard his sword, or shatter the amulet?" They had found the evil sword lying at the foot of some ruins, and they destroyed it on the spot. Cadfael had gone up the ruins and found the remains of a golden amulet, lying scattered in the moss and sparse tufts of grass. "Then do you suppose it was some sort of possession?" "We won't know that until we find him." Cadfael replied, mounting his horse "It is likely he is headed for the Grey Elf city of Amplus Nemus. There he would be able to lay low. Unfortunately this means a trek through the mountains." "Then a trek through the mountains it shall have to be." Anyon said The next day, Arzhi was riding along the subterranean road. It was oddly empty, possibly a result of the Demonblessed attack the other day. He had slept so well that night; it was like he was at home again. He rubbed the back of his head, scritching his long purple mane. It was at that point a large white dragon landed with a loud crash in front of him. It had dropped through a hole in the ceiling. It had a rather nasty looking scar across its face. Arzhi blinked. "Hello." He said. "You!" the dragon hissed "I have finally found you!" "Ah...bugger." Arzhi said. "After all this time, the little bastard who gave me this scar!" "Uhhh...Yeah, about that...Seems that everything up to this point was orchestrated by the Devil..." Arzhi said "Don't fuck with me!" the dragon roared. "Even though you've changed your skin, I still recognise your smell!" *"Tochi? Would you mind backing off a bit?"* Arzhi said, dismounting. *"Gladly!"* Tochi said, scuttling back. "So you intend to fight me here?!" The dragon said "I've done to much fighting since coming to this world, I'd rather not if it's all the same to you." "You come to this world and expect to be able to talk your way out of serious situations?" The dragon said with a sneer "In this world there is only violence and fighting. This is why I've turned your little Hyena friend into something a bit more impressive." "Who...Wait...Jiles?!" "Oh...ssso you do remember my naaame?" Arzhi turned and Jiles was standing behind him. He was different though. He had patches of green scales all over his body, and large draconic wings sprouted from his back. He had a long, whip-like tail and taloned feet and hands. His eyes were slitted and red. "Oh no...What did he do to you?" Arzhi said "I would have perfected him, if you had not interrupted the process half way through!" The dragon roared. "I guess this means I have to fight then?" Arzhi said, his eyes beginning to glow. "But of course! I will have my revenge on y..." The dragon stopped and blinked. Jiles was pinned against the wall, unconscious. Arzhi was holding his arm out, with his hand miming pinning someone against a wall. "I have changed, dragon. Jiles was one of the first people who helped me in this world, and I intend to take him back." "You don't stand a chance against me!" The dragon laughed. Arzhi frowned, and raised his free hand. The ground began to tremble and Arzhi raised his fist. It was like he was trying to lift an immense weight, but it was now causing the whole tunnel to shake. The dragon looked around. "What's going on?!" he gasped as small stones began to rise around him. "You're going up." Arzhi hissed. There was a noise that sounded very much like "Thoom" and the dragon was rocketing up the hole he had made. He cracked his head on every outcrop in the vertical shaft, and was suddenly out in the open air, rising high up in the sky. He struggled to right himself, his wings flapping furiously. It was a little to late though, as gravity decided it was time to go down. The dragon plummeted from the sky straight towards the rocks below. Cadfael looked up as the mountain began to rumble and shake. The horses whinnied and danced backwards. "What in gods name was that?!" Anyon said looking up at the mountain. There was suddenly a very loud roar and a crash, accompanied by the sound of shattering rocks and falling boulders. Cadfael jumped off his horse and ran up a small bank. Anyon joined him soon after, accompanied by the armed knights that travelled with them. In the middle of a large crater, a large white dragon lay. He had a rather nasty scar on his face. Cadfael descended slowly until he was level with the dragons head. "Hello?" he said, prodding the dragon "That...fucccking....white...baaassstarddd..." he snarled, before collapsing. "I think Arzhi is in that mountain." Cadfael said. "You don't say..." Under the mountain, Arzhi was riding along the road with Jiles tied to the back of Tochi. It may not have been necessary, but Arzhi wasn't taking any chances. He'd used a hell of a lot of power to throw that dragon out of the mountain, and he was feeling rather weak. There was a groan from behind him and the sound of someone realising they were tied up and riding along on the back of a large Saurian. "So...Are you Jiles? Or are you a dragon's plaything?" Arzhi asked without turning his head. "Wh...What did you say? Why am I tied up?" Came the reply "Just answer the question." "Well...I...I don't remember much...Are we still in the Dragons cave?" "Far from it in fact." "How...wait! Where's Arzhi?! I was travelling with a man named Arzhi. He had the looks of a girl, but he is most certainly a man, he had long purple hair too. Have you seen him?" Arzhi frowned. This was either a very clever ruse or he really did not remember anything. He told Tochi to stop, and jumped off his back. He pulled Jiles off as well and propped him against a wall. His eyes seemed less reptilian now, and he had a bemused expression on his face. "What was the last thing you remember?" Arzhi asked "We had stopped in a cave, I went to explore and I fell down some sort of stone chute. I remember seeing lots of arcane equipment, and then everything is blank after that." "Can you remember what city you hail from?" "Ahmé." "Do you know your mothers name?" "Of course! It's Belle." "Ah hah!" Arzhi exclaimed "No it's not! Your mothers name is Catharine!" "No-oo..." Jiles said with a frown "It's definitely Belle." *"Well I guess we can trust him."* Arzhi said to Tochi. *"Are you sure?"* *"If he was still under the dragons control, he would have changed the name as soon as I accused him of lying."* "What are you saying?" Jiles asked. Arzhi reached forwards and untied the rope that was binding the hyena. The rope quickly vanished in a puff of white smoke. "I have something to tell you...and it may come as a bit of a shock." A while later, Arzhi was along next to Jiles, with Tochi following behind them. "So...You're not the son of a demon, but of an immensely powerful race of neutral gods who are similar to demons, but don't get worshipped because nobody really knows about them?" "That's pretty much it, yes." Arzhi said. "And this dragon was experimenting on me..." "Hence the wings and the tail." Arzhi finished Most Of the scales that had replaced fur where around the hyena's forearms, paws, calves and feet. He wiggled his tail as if realising it was there for the first time. "This feels weird..." He said, swishing the tail. "Then don't think about it. I didn't. Your body'll know what to do." "So you changed again into the avatar of your mother?" Jiles asked "I do not know anymore. Maybe I am simply her son, and nothing more." "So where are we headed?" "The Grey Elf city. I intend to lay low and gather information there." "Do you really think people won't notice me?" "I doubt it, there are probably stranger hybrids. I think the dragon was attempting to get himself a half dragon without going through the messy business of finding a suitable mate." "How delightful..." A few days later the three travellers arrived at a large stone archway that led out into bright sunshine. There was a well paved road made out of white sandstone. Deep grooves had been worn into the road on either side where centuries worth of carts and wagons had travelled. The road went down the mountains to the floor of a green valley. Beyond that, a vast expanse of hills could be seen, covered in a thick blanket of trees. "I guess we follow the white road?" Jiles asked "Indeed we do...I have the feeling my task will be made easier by having you with me." Arzhi replied. "Well I am indebted to you, so I guess I'm stuck with a known fugitive." "Hopefully not for much longer." \*\*\*

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Noel shivered in the whistling winds as snowflakes felt like pin-pricks against her red cheeks. Her husband Gregory had become a legendary hunter, amassing a small fortune from animal parts. He became so well known that he was starting to make even greater money being commissioned by towns to kill wild beasts that threaten its people. They lived in an overly modest town home till only recently- purchasing a good stretch of land and hiring help to construct a beautiful manse. While the land they owned had all the resources they needed, it was a good distance from the nearest town. It is on this fact she now dwells as she huddle against their sled. On the way home Gregory seen an elk and foolishly decided to take a shot at it. It was already snowing heavily and the shot missed, only clipping its ear and it fled into the woods. Gregory did not wish to argue the beasts good fortune and did not give chase, but the horse pulling the sled was startled badly by the gunshot just behind its head! The horse was already having a hard time dragging them through increasing amounts of snow, so when it jerked forward suddenly the reins snapped and the horse ran off on its own! The heavy snow turned blizzard quick enough, and their horse vanished into the relentless white. Gregory knew they were a good distance from the manse still so he tried to track their horse. In this cold and snow, with night already on them, they would not survive the night in the open. Nothing but white was visible in all directions. Gregory had already been gone worryingly long- if he didn't find the horse right away the tracks would fill with snow and make it impossible. Noel was swathed in grizzly bear fur as she lifted the fur cover off a large cage on the sled to talk her woes out with Jasper, her pet falcon. Even under his own fur, Jasper's feathers were in a state of constant fluff, trying to stay warm. Talking to him soothed them both if only a little, but looking at the trinkets and heirlooms they were transporting to the manse; she was struck with an idea. Among her heirlooms was a supposedly magical amulet. It looked to her like a star ruby, but to everyone else a normal polished ruby. The shining light inside was only visible to people directly related to her by blood. Anyone who could see the trapped star inside the pendant could make a single wish- the star would then burn out for them. She was not entirely sure it really worked- since it only worked once it seemed too precious to use, so she never did. Gregory was lost in the snow with their horse though, and they would all be morbid popsicles come morning if nothing was done, so now seemed as good a time as any to test the amulet. She clasped it in her hands and brought it to her breast, wishing she could guide them all back home, even in this cutting cold. Noel waited a minute, but nothing seemed to happen. She opened her hands to look at the amulet though, and there was no longer a star in it! She held it up to the light of the lantern dangling at the front of the sled and sure enough, no star. Something must have happened. Noel groaned, rubbing her forehead as a dull ache appeared. Brain freeze? The skin on her face was totally numb from cold, but she felt pressure in the bone of her skull, in two specific points. Two bumps appeared under her touch! She twisted around again to the sled to see if she could find a mirror but a wave of dizziness overtook her and the bumps lanced the numb skin and grew out quickly! "Oooh-aaaugh!" She clasped her mitted hands over her mouth in surprise. What started as a moan ended in an outburst that sounded like the lowing of some beast! At the same instant that happened, the growing horns in her head forked, growing both forward and back. She hummed in distress, holding back her voice at risk of making that sound again, and the horn kept growing, and forking over and over. No, horn was not the right word. Horns were a permanent fixture, made of keratin. These were not keratin, they were true bone- these are antlers! Noel grabbed them as if to hold them back, or somehow shove them back in. How was this helping at all? This wasn't what she wished for! She was really starting to feel the weight! They were getting huge! "Please stop! ...ooh, come onnn. Too big! Soooo heav-hoooogh." She quickly shut her mouth again. Noel was forced to put her head down and hold the front part of either antler to keep the weight from snapping her neck- they were absolutely huge! Her breathing became ragged from increased heart rate, and she did not even notice the huge clouds her breath now made as her nostrils flared bigger and bigger. She looked at Jasper who just turned his head to get a better look at her with one eye. A huge pressure exploded in her neck, catching her completely by surprise and sounding out several distressingly loud bone pops from her spine as it extended a considerable length. Her neck got longer, and thicker as it lengthened. Growing down and out almost as fast as the neck grew up, thick long wooly fur sprouted in a huge mane. Both Noel and Jasper looked at each other wide-eyed in shock. Her neck grew so rapidly she did not realise she could lift her antlers easily now, or that one of the tongs hooked the loop at the top of Jasper's cage. Noel was unintentionally holding the cage up with her antlers. "I wished to get out of here, and the amulet turns me into a coat rack. Great." Noel reached up to take the cage off but hesitated as her hands felt cramped and stiff. They were cold to the point of being half numb already, but she could tell something was happening still. She also noted she had to look around her nose now! Her nostrils have expanded so big her entire face is starting to push out to try and keep up, and her nose and thickening lips were starting to darken. The huge fur mane continued to grow down, filling and tugging her top. She tried to reach down to try and take it off but let out another loud bellow as her entire torso started to expand with more cracks and pops from her bones growing and shifting. Both top and bottom were stretched out tremendously. Her shirt may have torn off already if not far her breasts not growing with it, and actually seeming to shrink into the expanded chest. She looked toward the sky, at the bottom of Jasper's cage and closed her eyes, trying to keep her wits about her. She was breathing in huge drafts of air- not even realising it no longer stung her lungs with cold. With her eyes closed in concentration she could feel both arms and legs extending slowly, and her feet and hands compressing and shifting. She opened her eyes startled by the feeling of her nose touching the bottom of the cage dangling over her. Her face was long! And huge! It was getting furry too, but not nearly as huge as her neck and chest. As Noel moved her head back down, she felt her ears pivot toward the clanging of the cage automatically. They were now long and leaf shaped. She glanced behind herself wondering why she felt no draft even though her pants stretched to capacity should be exposing crack. There was a hugely bushy triangle tail back there, is why. "Whought oun erth us....?" She paused her question realising how low pitched and large her voice now was. She could barely form words! Her transformation and abundance of fur made her actually very hot now, but her clothing was too tight to take off anymore. Looking at her hands she realised it was not the cold that had taken the feeling from her fingertips- she no longer had fingers. Thumb and pinky had turned to dew claws while the remaining three fused into one mass and then split again in two forming cloven hooves. She groaned and then unintentionally let out another bellow as her torso exploded in size again. Her clothing groaned itself as the sharp sound of shredding stitches rang out in the cold night. Her clothing did its best to hang on but was blown apart by the now huge furry body! Noel grunted in disappointment at her now non existent breasts, but as her eyes wandered she seen a bouncy cluster of four teats between her legs! She grunted and groaned, almost creating a few growling sounds as she tried to make human words but failed. She still knew how to talk, but she no longer had the tongue dexterity and vocal chords to do it. She tilted her head down so she was eye to eye with Jasper again. Noel knew she was about done. Outwardly she only grew a little more. A few of her bones groaned and popped here and there till she was completely transformed. If the two-way antler hadn't already given her away, the slight reflection of herself she seen in the glass of the oil lamp did. Her nostrils came down making her nose slightly triangular, and her big clumsy lips curved up to meet the bottom of it. The face of a Reindeer. Gregory returned a few minutes later, caked in snow on the side that faced the winds. He seen a beautiful female reindeer sitting on the front of the sled, with a grizzly fur draped over it, and Jasper's cage hanging from its antlers. He leveled his gun at it on first glance but quickly lowered it as he walked up. "...Noel?" She nodded and let out a low- unable to actually speak. Pushing the amulet with her nose, she was able to get him to understand. She would have to use her eyes and gestures with her head to communicate now. Noel motioned for him to take Jasper off her and get on the sled. Gregory could not find their horse, but Noel could at least solve this problem now. She took the broken rope in her mouth and started to drag the sled forward again. As a reindeer she was strong enough to pull the sled herself, and was almost entirely immune to the cold. Reindeer were born to the abyssal cold! In half the time it would have taken the horse to get there, Noel helped them arrive at the made and quickly scurry inside- with a bitter glance at the horse, who apparently ran straight here. It was a good thing the doorways were large and a reindeer's antlers were mostly straight- Noel managed to get inside without trouble. Gregory laughed with glee at their survival, having feared the worst for them. Shivering, trying to shake the cold out he grabbed Noel's furry mane with both hands, sinking his fingers into her warm fluff. They looked at each other in silence for several minutes as they warmed. Noel moved her head forward and kissed him with her huge soft lips, and he kissed back. Gregory's eyes went wide with surprise when she tried to use tongue, and accidentally filled his entire mouth with hers. Good thing her fur kept him from being able to see her blush. Noel used those big lips of hers to undo his shirt and pants with her mouth, tickling him with the hot jets of air from her nose. He was a little nervous when she lowered her head and tried to line her antler tongs up. She hooked them in his clothes and used them to strip him naked, though he still got his underwear off before she could try. He was a little afraid of what would happen if she missed. Gregory wasn't sure his hips alone could take her weight so he moved around behind her. Her tail flicked up in invitation and Gregory softly ran a finger over her pouty pink lips before grabbing fistfuls of her fur and thrusting in. She grunted softly a few times, but once they really got going she started to bellow softly without even meaning to. They just came out on their own. Gregory knew to pound her hard, in her new form she needed it rough. When she was nearing climax her front legs buckled and she brought her head to the floor, clacking antlers against it. Her rear legs remained rigid in pleasure, with her butt thrust up at Gregory. She let out one last great bellow as they climaxed, then a satisfied grunt as she lay fully down. It was a good thing they had just finished the house itself because several of the furnishings would need to be modified for a reindeer now. Noel was still glad she could save them that Christmas eve. The only worry left now was she lacked the words to tell Gregory what his Christmas gift was- the fact Noel was most likely pregnant. Though because she was pregnant before transforming...was the child a human still or a reindeer? One thing for sure; the future was going to be very interesting, when the woman who would become the first Duchess of the Lockley estate...is a reindeer.

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No one told him that being a god would be easy, but he still felt like he got the short end of the stick when it came to housing. Surely, at some point, one among their “greaters” would have looked down at them and realized that their allotted abode was much too small for their current size… though, to be fair, both him and his mate had been significantly smaller when they first moved in, with his better half being wholly responsible for neither of them really fitting in there anymore. It was for this reason that Tarn was so surprised when he walked through the door and didn’t feel the familiar sense of pressure that usually came with attempting to squeeze through the dimensional distortions put in place to house them, but rather a liberating sense of space, like he’d just woken up from a perfectly-rested night and stretched his limbs out in every direction. The Obstagoon had maybe half a second to appreciate this before something big, fuzzy and extremely squishy hit him at high velocity, all-but toppling him over at the same time as the air was filled with a high-pitched squeal. Suddenly, he was being assaulted from every direction by the most grope-happy Glaceon this side of the pantheon’s universal barrier, a Glaceon who was so excited about something that her whole body seemed to exude raw energy, so much so that she was literally glowing as she snugged against his colossal body. He could’ve done something about it, but doing so would end up being a fool’s errand, because Zera was not herself that day; Zera was a lot bigger. Not that she hadn’t been large before, but there was a certain amount of scale at play there; neither of them were anything like their “betters” in the pantheon, and even Tarn’s own growth had been exclusively the result of his mate’s actions, who in turn had to abide by the restrictions imposed on the both of them by the rest of the gods they were supposedly peers with. The hierarchy was kept and maintained rigidly though; it didn’t matter how much power one happened to wield or what one was even capable of if one didn’t also go through the long, tedious process of being promoted through the ranks via some asinine trial or bureaucratic request that ended up meaning nothing at all. Zera herself had been trying to get something done about that for (literal) ages, and seeing how much larger she was compared to her usual self, it was clear to the Obstagoon god-consort that she’d managed to do… probably something of worth regarding it. Only after the tackle-hug abated could he get a good look at what he was dealing with; the Glaceon’s body was still recognizable, even if its proportions had been seriously affected, clearly a sign that it had a heaping number of limitations removed from it. Not only had Zera grown herself to upwards of twenty feet, or at least the closest equivalent in that oddly-distorted realm the two inhabited, but her assets were engorged to such an egregious extent that the only reason she could move at all was because of her divine powers; no one else would be able to handle a bust so large that it easily dragged on the ground even when she stood up, or a pair of asscheeks of dimensions so exaggerated that it was a wonder she wasn’t pinned down by them after throwing herself and her hubby down onto the ground. Then again, this was Zera he was talking about; if she set her mind to something, it would be done. This was made blatantly clear by just how easily the two of them returned to a standing position, given the sheer size disparity that was now evident between them; the Glaceon’s assets weren’t the only thing that had been given an upgrade, with the goddess now sporting some enormous paws fully capable of enveloping her mate all on their own (and indeed, were the main reason he was so easily pushed to the floor), in addition to a great number of extra ribbons descending from her luxurious mane of hair, ones that seemed to shimmer in and out of their level of existence as they swirled around her in impossible ways. There were thousands of them, millions perhaps, and yet there were never more than a handful at any given point, depending on how closely the Obstagoon happened to look; then again, he probably shouldn’t be surprised that his mate was capable of outright abusing the laws of reality for her own benefit, given that he himself existed in his current form. He happened to be mundane once, long ago, back when he was still mortal and not involved with a wonderful young woman who ascended to godhood through sheer determination. He used to be able to fit through doors and walk around places designed for people-sized people, not to mention being capable of engaging in more private activities without having to worry about flood warnings and coating entire lower dimensions in his seed. And most of all, he distinctly recalled a time he could afford to get aroused without a substantial chunk of his local pantheon promptly evacuating the premises in preparation for a disaster scenario that, much to his chagrin, inevitably happened, every single time, precisely because Zera was there to egg him on. Not that he cared, obviously; he wouldn’t trade his new life for anything else in the multiverse, not even when he was reminded of how massively over-endowed he was whenever he bumped into a random object and it was atomized by mere contact with his physical frame. Sure, it made social gatherings a bit awkward when he had to be careful not to pec-check someone several miles away, but such was the price to pay for a body as glorious as his. And a body as glorious as the Glaceon’s, who very much piggybacked off the mutual growth the two were creating for themselves in order to further advance herself up the celestial ladder. For eons she’d been looking for a way to move upwards, and as she very excitedly told him in between a multitude of squeaks and fits of joyous giggling, her overtures towards a promotion had finally been listened to, and her position elevated! Sure, it wasn’t much, and she was still technically on the very bottom rung of the “higher” order of the pantheon of gods, but it was a promotion nonetheless… and one that came with its own set of perks in addition to her being able to let her body loose like she had already: a bigger, wider, more spacious house, better access to the lower dimensions in order to expand her worshipper base, and even an allotment for growth that she could offer to her very own, super-special, hyper-loveable Obstagoon consort who she so desperately wanted to see elevated to an even more perfect physical form. Poor Tarn barely got a second to realize what this meant in practice before he felt that by-then familiar sensation of warmth and pressure building up inside of him, signalling that his body was being “upgraded” in much the same way it had been before; it was hard for him to even begin to consider what might be left to upgrade, but given the sort of mind that Zera had, he was certain she’d find something about him to make bigger, girthier, meatier or any unholy combination of all three. Or something even more; one never knew with her. As it turned out, the Glaceon had decided to go with the classic choice: everything. Why bother picking and choosing what to improve and increase about him when she had the power and authorization to just go with “all of the above” several times over and then let him run wild with the infusion of divine might? She herself was already straining the very room they were in, so why even bother pretending they weren’t outgrowing their abode? Tarn couldn’t really tell, but that rumbling he was hearing wasn’t actually coming from Zera, but rather from the effect she was having on their home, which despite the distortions being put in place to house her physical form, simply lacked the strength to hold onto itself without fraying at the edges. The whole room seemed to tremble and quake simply from the goddess’ mere presence, as if reality itself was being churned away and turned to paste before being reassembled every other second, swimming in front of the Obstagoon’s eyes as he tried to make sense of anything other than the gorgeous beauty in front of him; he was vaguely aware of an aura that permeated everything, as if what he was looking at wasn’t the “real” body, but rather a projection of a place that was too big for him to truly understand; had Zera finally done it? Had she truly transcended and become something so great and unfathomable that even his own inspired mind couldn’t really process it? He certainly hoped that wasn’t the case; after all, that’d mean she had left him behind, and the Zera he knew would never do that. But no, that was definitely the Glaceon in there, very definitely the same one that he’d met all those years prior; it just so happened that she was so giddy about her new powers that she was having some trouble containing them, especially considering that the house was beginning to annoy her with how tiny it felt. Tarn was right in one thing: their domicile was just not big enough to contain her anymore, and even its current distended state was nothing but her own tampering with its dimensions for the sake of making her new station a surprise to her consort. What the Glaceon really wanted to do was break free of her old home, to fulfill those fantasies of becoming a true giantess of a goddess and to let everyone around her know that’s exactly what she was, to let loose the beast within, if only for a few brief moments before returning to her usual self. And now that her mate was there with her, that’s exactly what she was going to do. Injecting power into him meant that some of it would inevitably rebound back to her, and seeing as she was entitled to a baseline that never truly ran out, this meant that Zera could effectively get something out of nothing. It wasn’t something she was supposed to do, nor was it anything other than a major oversight on the part of the pantheon above her, but if they hadn’t fixed it in all the time the system had been in place, then she couldn’t really be faulted for exploring all of her options; that was her logic at least, when she kept pouring more and more of her newly allotted divine power straight into the Obstagoon’s body, all while drawing from the endless wellspring of existence to replace the one she had spent… and absorbing the excess being emanated from her loveable fuzzball of a partner as he began to grow and expand in every direction from the sudden assault on his divine form. Their home was suddenly filled not just by the sounds of sloshing cream and the audible complaints of whatever the construction materials were as they struggled against Zera’s burgeoning power, but now also by the creaking of muscle and groaning of sinew as the goddess’ consort was given the sort of body that he deserved; it was a pity that he didn’t qualify as a god in his own right, or else he might very well have overtaken most of the local pantheon’s fertility deities. Then again, that’s probably why he wasn’t allowed in; the existing gods and goddesses weren’t exactly known for their willingness to abandon their statuses, hence why it took so long before the Glaceon herself was allowed to progress up the ranks, and even then only just barely recognized compared to her true power. But that was about to change. Zera herself didn’t really want to start rocking the boat, but when one was as gifted as she was, not to mention blessed by a companion as absolutely ravishing and perfect as Tarn, it was hard not to push limits by sheer virtue of existing, so that’s exactly what she set out to do. It wasn’t her intention to break rules or ignore the limitations imposed on her by her “superiors”, it was just hard to focus when the Obstagoon in front of her suddenly developed pecs and neck muscle big enough to completely obfuscate his head, leaving her swooning and desperate for a touch. Well, a touch or a few thousand, to be fair. With no one else in the house and the promise of a brand new home should her old one prove “insufficient”, there really wasn’t any reason why Zera couldn’t just… enjoy herself. She had countless new ribbons after all; why not put them to good use by wrapping them all around Tarn’s body, squeezing and squishing at every single inch of his bulging, rippling musculature, taking special care to completely cover the full length of his colossal, body-sized cock and the pair of nuts he sported that had to be dragged behind him for mobility? Those got the deluxe treatment: full coverage and constant kneading as her ribbons worked to deliver a high-precision, high-energy massage designed from the ground up to provide as much possible stimulation within as short a timeframe as possible, purely so it could be extended for hours on end as a means of fueling the Obstagoon’s own ascension; after all, what better way of coaxing his body to grow than to make the hunk feel like he was about to explode from how pent-up he was becoming, then keeping him there for as long as possible while his physical form struggled to keep up with the divine power being pumped into it? It wasn’t so much a science as it was Zera having a lot of kinky fun at reality’s expense, but neither her nor her hubby really cared; what mattered was that the both of them were starting to fill up a room that had been expanded to be able to handle them, and the panelling on the walls, built with materials that were at least supposed to be indestructible, began to crack and shatter as it failed to hold them back. Anyone looking in from outside would be able to tell just where Zera and Tarn were, their forms’ auras perfectly visible even through the bits of the façade that weren’t falling to reveal the interior… and anyone even remotely close to their home, or at least what counted as “close” for those who lived in the pantheon’s higher-dimensional plane, would be able to feel their power as it was magnified far past the point where it was technically allowed to be. Soon enough, the two lovers would burst free from their house, and then things would take a turn for the uncontrollable. Not that that was a bad thing; after all, if there was anyone in that pantheon that’d be more than happy to spread the love and bring everyone with them on their course upwards, it’d have to be Zera. She’d already brought Tarn along, and the only reason she wasn’t using the significant amounts of power allotted to her to help everyone else around them break free of their bonds was that, frankly, many of them didn’t even want to; the Glaceon didn’t really understand why that was, given how good it felt to allow one’s body to be flooded by divine power to the point where it felt ready to burst, but who was she to start passing judgement on others? All Zera could do was hope that her peers would some day understand that there was more to their existence than just enforcing a strict hierarchy upon one another, one that was both entirely artificial and kept in place purely out of a misbegotten, rigid adherence to order that really didn’t help anyone but the ones at the very top. An egalitarian sentiment, to be sure, but the Glaceon was quite certain she wasn’t wrong there, especially with how much “punishment” was doled out in the form of depowering and banishment to the mortal realms for perceived slights and the smallest of transgressions. And she wanted to fix that. She wanted to bring forth her new world so that all those around her could live without worry or concern, without having to look over their shoulders every time they wanted to do anything that might be misconstrued as “wrong” or “incorrect”, living in fear of what their “betters” might do to them if they found them disobeying the natural order that was anything but natural at its very core. She wanted everyone to feel what she felt for Tarn in that exact moment: the raw, unfiltered love and adoration that one could only truly experience for another soul that one understood perfectly and could not do without, stretched to infinity and far beyond it, forever and always. It felt like nothing short of a waste to spend time restricting this when reality had so much untapped power to be used, so much raw energy that could be funnelled into improving everyone’s lives and yet was so jealously kept by the upper echelons of the pantheon… but now that they’d given her the slightest of tastes, effectively just opening a pinprick-sized hole into the veil so that she might drink deeply and greedily, now Zera could work towards giving everyone what she herself had. Of course, such wanton disregard for protocol and basic decency wouldn’t go unnoticed by the other gods, who immediately proceeded to try and stop what was happening from going any further. Unfortunately for them, the Glaceon had accounted for this; her home was still in the “outskirts”, for lack of a better word, of the higher plane where divinities made their home, surrounded on all sides by deities that were, at least as of a couple of hours back, of a lower rank than her. And while titles were meaningless when it came to cutting down a rogue element to size, they did come with a series of perks attached to them; specifically, so much more power to wield that there really was nothing that anyone could do to stop either Zera or Tarn in their ascension towards the center of their higher-dimensional home. Energy was poured into the Obstagoon, who grew and swelled and bloated and expanded until the very air seemed to rumble with the vibrations coming from their burgeoning musculature, and while most of it would remain within his body, a substantial amount would escape back into the aether in an attempt to dissipate into the background fabric of reality… an attempt that would be frustrated by Zera herself harvesting this energy and making good use of it before it escaped from her grasp, adding it to her own body in a way that could only really be described as self-indulgent. It was a bit of a gift to herself; she was going to share the bounty with everyone else after all, so why not have a little bit of fun before doing so? Adding a few more tons to each of her breasts, multiplying the amount of ribbons she had until even the perception filter keeping them hidden began to break down, improving her aura’s strength to the point where she could probably be seen on the other side a mile-thick sheet of lead, all while continuously dumping more and more of this borrowed power straight back into the Obstagoon beneath her, intensifying the physics abuse and multiplying how much energy she was “stealing” from, effectively, nothing. It was a free lunch, and not one that any god around them could do anything to take away after the couple’s house exploded into tiny, shredded bits of whatever it was that made up its construction materials, the clouds of thin powder settling everywhere for a few moments before the two individuals responsible for their existence barrelled over everything around them. It was hard to contain themselves, not when they were enjoying one another’s presence so much; even when Tarn’s body became so engorged that he was having trouble moving his arms around, courtesy of his oversized biceps and raw muscle power making it difficult to execute any motions without shattering large parts of the landscape, it was still nothing short of utter bliss for the two of them. Besides, Zera was more than happy to take the initiative and lead the way when it came to their private time together, and that occasion would be no different in that regard… just in every other. She could feel them in the distance, the very same gods that had granted her access to this new wellspring of divine energy, all of them looking in her general direction as the power spike alerted them to a rogue ascension they all had to do something about. While normally they would go out of their way to mobilize all members of the pantheon to halt it before it could go anywhere, this time it would be different; none of them truly realized just what they were dealing with when it came to Zera, just what sort of impossibly resistant willpower they were marshalling their forces against. This wasn’t some two-bit minor god who happened to be birthed into existence because a planet somewhere all collectively agreed upon their existence, this was a perfectly unassuming Glaceon who made herself into a goddess through sheer grit and determination. It was a case so rare that they didn’t want to accept her at first, but figured that it’d be best to give her some leeway before she did something stupid like physically walk into their hallowed halls and try stealing their power for herself. Not that she’d ever do that… the second part, at least. It demonstrated a profound lack of understanding on the senior deities’ part that they’d ever think Zera would steal anything from anyone, even stuffy old codgers like them, rather than simply trying to make them understand how much better it would be if they just shared some of their power with others. Even now, when she could very well forcefully take everything for her before giving it back, she didn’t want to; it was a matter of personal pride and ethics, and Zera was not about to compromise the latter just because it was somewhat convenient. No, best if she and Tarn simply grew so mighty and powerful that reality itself would be unable to hold them back anymore, which at that point would result in every artificial veil being ripped open and every last bit of power that had been held back from her peers rushing in to bless everything to whatever degree they felt like being blessed. It’d be true freedom, which was only made sweeter by the methods used to get there. Truth be told, much of this was only running on backburner in the very deepest recesses of Zera’s mind, because the Glaceon was too busy having fun with her mate to really put any of her more complex plans into words… or even think about them too much, to be quite honest. They were still there, guiding her every move in ways that defied explanation and common sense, but her body was more or less running on auto-pilot with these vague instructions telling it where to go, seeing as her mind was too concerned with sharing this everlasting moment of intimate love with Tarn to really truly “think” about anything else. Why waste time and brainpower on complex power dynamics when she could put them to better use making the Obstagoon even bigger than before, his muscles rippling and bulging to such a degree that he was becoming a landscape unto himself? It was one thing for her to improve and engorge her own body until she had to start using distortions in order to keep herself in one piece and not scattered across the backdrop of existence, but her better half would suffer no such indignity; he was, after all, not a god like her, but a “mere” ascended mortal who just so happened to be given special passage thanks to the Glaceon’s unique condition. But not anymore. The only thing separating a mortal from godhood was, frankly, a bunch of old coots deciding that the latter was now their state of existence, and even then it was nothing more than the end result of enough divine energy being pumped into one’s body until it began to dissipate into reality at a base level. That’s the state that Zera was at, actually, with her “real” body being more accurately described as an all-permeating universal constant gifted with sentience and a certain degree of control over how it manifested itself. Tarn though, Tarn was physical and very much solid, hence his issues with controlling his own immense might, especially when the two of them got too frisky and flooding happened for several days straight. Now though, now he wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore, because that thin trickle of empowering mannah that had been provided for Zera had begun to widen from how much she abused it, the sheer amount of raw, unfiltered power being siphoned from it enough to start tearing dimensional veils, even those that weren’t her own! All around their divine plane, “minor” deities suddenly found themselves growing and bulging out as well, with even some “major” ones discovering it was getting hard to control themselves in maintaining their chosen forms. The natural order was being upended, and all because Zera really, really wanted to share her state of being with her loveable Obstagoon. He wasn’t about to complain though; hell, at that point, Tarn barely had a mind left to complain about anything at all, what with it being monopolized by the onslaught of incomprehensible sensations he lacked the ability to process. He still called for Zera’s name, still begged her for more, unending, unflappable, still pleaded for her to never stop even when part of him believed he was about to pop; and the Glaceon never would stop, not until the giant began to melt into everything. Not literally, of course, but that’s the closest analogy she could think of; rather than exploding and painting the landscape in a gruesome colour, or simply outgrowing everything the good old fashioned way, Tarn instead began to “disappear”, his body seemingly vanishing for a few seconds as it faded away into the currents of reality itself… right before something clicked in his mind and the Obstagoon-shaped pile of muscles willed himself back into reality with the body that he’d just left it in, almost as if nothing happened. But both of them knew better; both of them knew that, despite everyone seeing them as two colossal titans obliterating every structure in the eternal city of the gods on the way to the palace at the very center, the real lovemaking, the real intimacy shared between the two had moved to several dimensional layers above and below, as their true selves stretched that perfect moment for all of eternity, again and again, through countless universes that weren’t their own. It was perfection, it was bliss, and above all, it was fuel. From there, it just wasn’t possible to hold back any longer. The two of them weren’t even trying, obviously, but as soon as their selves were extended throughout existence as two mutually dependent constants, the moment that the Obstagoon’s sense of self was stretched throughout the whole of time, space and every other dimension that mortals yet failed to grasp, was the same one that their fates were entwined and neither Tarn nor Zera could really exist without one another. It was something that other gods refused to do, as it was seen as a sign of weakness, but again, those two knew better; to surrender themselves to one another, to put their very existence in the hands of their partner, their other half, was to enshrine their love as eternal, enduring, everlasting, capable of withstanding anything that reality might throw at it and only grow stronger because of it. It wasn’t weakness, but the greatest of strengths, and they were going to show that to everyone. Power was overwhelming, barriers were broken, laws and rules utterly destroyed as the Glaceon and Obstagoon couple continued to grow, or at least their avatars did. Their true selves occupied more and more of the multiversal harmony of strings that composed meta-existence itself, and soon enough the two would emerge into the interstitial not-space between realities, outside the bridges created by the gods themselves, filling it with more of themselves until all of everything was bathed in their eternal adoration for one another, as opposed to the dreadful emptiness that had been there before. They would continue to grow until even their pseudo-physical selves became too large to exist and they too had to melt back into the fabric of existence as a sort of double-ascension for which no one really had any words to describe. And they would do this again, and again, forevermore and never stopping, until they were satisfied that everyone, every last single soul in the whole of reality and all of its outskirts, felt the same amount of bliss and happiness that the two of them did, intertwined in one another’s arms and unwilling to let go for any reason whatsoever. It would be a new golden age, a paradise so unfathomable that even the “greatest” of the extant gods would be unable to understand it; as they should, seeing as how they too had to broaden their horizons a little bit, get away from their places of comfort and see the ascension of their “lessers” for what it truly was: not an act of rebellion, not hate or spite, but something far better. Love.

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He’d tried everything. Every single diet and workout regimen in the book, combined and conjoined until he was pretty sure he could run five marathons in a row and not even break a sweat, and despite this, not a single bit of muscle to his body. It was almost impressive; at some point, something ought to have gotten through, what with how much time he’d spent on just about every machine the local gyms had to offer, and yet nothing actually did. He still had the benefits, he wouldn’t deny that much, but the lack of any overt or obvious muscle tone made the whole endeavour just seem… pointless. The whole idea was to bulk up for the annual bodybuilder competition, one that Lex had been a frequent attendee but never a participant of; him being such a scrawny pipsqueak made it all-but impossible to even so much as be accepted into the queue, let alone be allowed to put his name down on the registry. He was lucky that the local gym rats weren’t the worst sort; they didn’t really laugh him out so much as they tried their best to politely remind him that he was, well… tiny. Barely five feet five and looking more like a scaly stick than anything else, Lex could probably be breathed on by one of the larger contestants and then collapse from the strain. And for that, the lizard had no counterarguments: he was tiny, he was puny, and while he’d gotten rid of the latter through a year of intensive training, he’d made no headway with the former, leaving him baffled as to how his body was even supposed to function. Yes, he was leaner, and yes, if he looked at himself in the mirror he could see his muscle tone was more defined, but he hadn’t gained anything, not even when he started using protein powder in quantities that far surpassed the recommended amount for his body weight. After a certain point, Lex figured that if the regular stuff wouldn’t cut it, then he’d have to go further, and this logic brought him far beyond the edge, or at least where he assumed his edge was, only to find nothing but barren emptiness all around: no muscles, no bulk, no growth, no anything. Meanwhile, everyone else around him had all the results, almost like he was bleeding muscle build-up into his surroundings and the rest of the gym-goers were picking up the leftovers; it wasn’t fair, and Lex was determined to turn his luck around, even if this meant throwing himself down a rabbit hole that wasn’t exactly the safest, or sanest, or really anything if he had to be honest with himself. In his hand, a bottle, a small plastic container with a few pills inside of it, ones not officially produced by anyone and not listed on any website, catalogue, or otherwise any category of inventory that anyone could access. In them, a dangerous and volatile mixture of chemicals that Lex himself didn’t know, didn’t understand, and didn’t care enough to ask for clarification on; instead, what he knew was that they were supposed to make him big, and that was all that truly mattered in the end. Just as long as he ended up huge, he couldn’t care less about the side effects; hell, he’d take being a brute over remaining the twink he was nowadays, and the only thing stopping him from just taking the whole bottle was that last remaining shred of indecision, that one voice in the back of his head telling him to stop and be reasonable. Sitting alone in his own, it was all that Lex could do to stop himself from going overboard; most of his mind was stuck fighting itself, besieging that last redoubt of sense and sensibility, that it may be brought into the fold and the lizard could stop second-guessing his decision to bulk up by overdosing on pills that he bought off someone he was fairly certain didn’t use their real name. Nothing else had worked, and thus, drastic measures were required; any part of himself that didn’t agree had to be brought to heel, and with his eyes closed and muscles clenched, Lex fought the final battle against his self-restraint, thoroughly obliterating it, layers by layer, until nothing was left of it but a smouldering ruin. Only then could he look down at the bottle in his hand, remove the cap, and tip it towards him, letting the contents rattle down into his mouth, gracing his tongue with their pungent taste, leaving behind a terrible twang when he forcefully swallowed them dry. One gulp, and it was all done, an overdose’s worth of material allowed into his body with not a single care or concern for what it might do to him, left to run wild through his bloodstream… until nothing happened. He sat there, staring at himself for a good long while, wondering what the issue was; surely, he was supposed to be bigger. The person who sold him those pills showed him videos, videos which certainly looked real, in the sense that they weren't uncanny deepfakes, videos which proved that the people who took those things were made to bloat and swell and bulk up so hard that they achieved their dream forms within seconds. Videos of people who went from scrawny and unimpressive to outright hunks, and videos… which he began to think were, indeed, fabricated. He’d been lied to, bamboozled, swindled out of several hundred dollars of his hard-earned money, all for a promise no one could ever keep; enraged, the lizard threw the bottle in front of him, and in the process promptly ripped a hole straight through his television. It took him a few seconds to process what had just happened, after which Lex immediately looked down at himself, only to see his arm being the exact same it always had been; bringing his eyes back to the TV, however, it was definitely broken, one huge chunk of it ripped out as the pill bottle had been thrown through it like it was made of tissue paper, a thin splatter of electronics on the wall behind it like some grotesque synthetic blood splatter. It was a testament to how confused he was that the lizard’s second reaction was to loudly proclaim “What the fuck?!” while silently wondering about how costly it would be to get that thing replaced, especially after wasting money on the pills… and then it struck him. Not just metaphorically either. It was about that time that the heat rising within him truly spiked, bringing itself to the forefront of his mind and nearly bending the poor guy over with how quickly it overtook him, leaving Lex groaning in agony before it dissipated just as rapidly as it first appeared. It would have left him wondering if it was real, if not for the hole in the television and the sudden, and very much noticeable extra mass on his biceps; there was no imagining that, he flexed and suddenly part of his arms just bulked outwards, so much so that he almost tipped forward from how unexpected it was! Lex barely had the time to wrap his mind around it when the effect, whatever it was, spread to the rest of his arms, turning them from limp noodles to powerful branches in just a single second, leaving precious little, if any time for his brain to adapt. He was numb… but he wouldn’t remain as such for long, not with what was about to happen. For a transformation like his could not happen without his body burning up, and Lex wouldn’t have had it any other way even if he could; to feel as his insides were rearranged, bulked up, pumped out, made to harden and thicken, grow denser and more muscular, that’s what he’d been looking for. He wanted to see himself go through the process that took others months, years of effort in just the span of a few seconds, because by the heavens above, he had earned the right. He had worked for it, and now he deserved to have his prize given to him, more than anyone else! Hell, he’d worn his tightest and most revealing half-shirt for that occasion, precisely so that, should the pills work, he’d break free of it in perhaps the most symbolic way possible; call him a sucker for cheap theatrics, but there was something beautiful about literally outgrowing one’s clothes in real time. It was the kind of experience that few would ever go through, and Lex was privileged to be one of them, privileged to look down at his arms thickening right in front of his eyes, a change… a change that spread. He couldn’t quite believe it, but it began travelling closer to his chest, affecting the rest of his upper limbs and invading his torso, leaving him slightly lopsided until the extra muscle mass began to settle uniformly on the rest of his body, pushing him back as the weight of it all made it impossible to lean forward without losing control and crashing on the ground. And yet again, not for long, because a good strong upper body needed a lower one to help compensate, lest one end up terribly unbalanced; at least, that’s what Lex’s form seemed to think, with the heat rising and spreading lower down into his nether regions, then further still until he felt his pants tighten in two entirely different ways. He didn’t move; the lizard knew better than to interrupt himself when he was going through a good spot, and with the fibres on the denim being stretched to the breaking point by his legs bulking up, he was in the best spot possible. While the shirt up top was merely riding towards his neck the more his pecs bulged out, his pants had really nowhere to go; the skintight jeans were either going to stem the tide or be washed away by it, and judging from how loudly they were groaning, the former option looked to be an outright impossibility. Nothing could contain him, especially not when the horny energy began bursting forth and his package started to grow as well, and not just in the conventional way either; while he’d never been quite that blessed downstairs, and this hadn’t been a main concern for him, Lex couldn’t deny that he did wonder what it would be like if he had a suitable cock and pair of balls to go along with the rest of his new, improved body. It was a minor disappointment compared to the rest, but a disappointment regardless, and now yet another boon along with the rest of them. Lex closed his eyes, a wide and slightly-broken smile spreading along his lips as he felt the heat rising still, onwards to feverish levels; maybe he was just hallucinating, the pills having left him in such a state that his brain decided to hallucinate the entire affair. Maybe he was going to wake up some time later, thoroughly spent, covered in cum from his multiple releases, and having enough happy memories to last for a lifetime, but still, ultimately, tiny and defenceless. But, if that was the truth, then what point was there to holding back anymore? If he was just going to wake up anyway, might as well have some fun while he was at it, and demand his body grow even more! Forcing himself onto his feet, about the last thing Lex could still consciously make himself do, the lizard stood there, wondering if she should do it. He wanted to, and for years he’d been looking at an opportunity to do so, yet never quite developed the muscle mass needed to make it worth his time. It’d be silly to try with his puny, insignificant self, but now that his barrelled chest was about twice as thick, his arms were strong enough that he felt he could bend steel, and his legs were turning into thick trunks of utmost power, well… he needed to, didn’t he? For the novelty of it all, if nothing else. So he did: he brought his arms down, balled his hands up into fists, pressed his fingers together, hunched his back… and he flexed. He wasn’t expecting much; maybe just the sensations that came with actually having muscles to flex with, or even just him feeling tight all over. He couldn’t have expected his back to bwoompf out as his shoulders broadened about a foot in every direction, nor could he have ever been prepared for his muscle mass above the waist to nearly double over before the same happened down below… and, perhaps above all else, nothing could have left him even remotely ready for the sound of his shirt and pants, once so perfectly fitting, ripping into tatters as if they were made of wet tissue paper. It was all he could do to stand there, breathing heavily, trying not to lose his mind as the sensations filtered through, doing his best to rationalise whatever it was that had just happened. He was big, big enough that he could feel how big he was, and he didn’t know what to say; maybe he shouldn’t say anything, but he really, really felt like he should. Such a metamorphosis had to be announced to the world, it couldn’t just be allowed to remain locked inside his home where no one could see it; hell, even knowing that he was going to show off to as many people as he could, Lex still felt like something special was needed, because nothing, absolutely nothing could even begin to compare to what he was feeling at that point. To call it power overwhelming would still be an understatement; to name it perfection would be but an approximation. As he relaxed his muscles, yet felt tighter still than he ever had in his life, Lex had something approaching an epiphany. Looking down, all he saw was what he’d wanted for so long: himself, hunky, beefy, bulky, the kind of body he would swoon over and drape himself against whenever he had the slightest chance to. But this one was his; it was him, in fact, and no one could take it away from him. If it was fantasy, he would make it real, if it was a dream, he’d tear open the veil between it and reality and force himself through it, taking over what passed for his “true” form so that this could be it. Surrounded by the tattered remnants of his old clothes and lacking even the most basic form of modesty, all Lex could do… was roar. A rumble, at first, growing in intensity, but soon, all would hear him. Soon, all would know him and what he was, what power he wielded. And soon, they’d all be privy to the glory of him. After he was done flexing some more, of course. He had a few lost years to catch up on.

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Title: French Exchange Part Deux Tags: breastfeeding, big tits, teacher, student, lesbian, roommate *The following is a work of fiction, and all participants are over the age of 18. This is a continuation of my previous story, "French Exchange", so you may want to get caught up on the adventures of Miss V and her former student before you tackle this one, but l leave that to you. I thank all of you who offered feedback on that (my first) story, and look forward to hearing from you again. Oh, and please take the time to rate the story, as well. Thanks for reading. Enjoy.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Niola and I shared the house with my roommates for about six months without a hitch. As I said before, she took on the role of unofficial 'house mother' to my five roommates, and seemed to enjoy it for the most part. I know the guys liked having her around, if for no other reason than she was drop dead gorgeous, and would occasionally display her outrageously curvy body to them in a variety of revealing outfits that ranged from skin tight shorts and t-shirts, to tank tops, to legitimate lingerie. More than once, someone would have to excuse himself, and disappear for a few minutes to a private location to deal with the erection her presence and sexual energy had caused. Niola loved the attention. I hadn't realized what a little flirt she was. I continued to be the sole beneficiary of her bedtime hours, however. We made love as often as three or four times a day, when neither of us were at our respective schools. She would often tell me how wet she would get, looking at the seat I once occupied in her class. Niola would ask me about my female classmates at college, grilling me on who the hottest babes were. She knew I wasn't shopping around, but she liked to hear about the other girls, especially the ones with big breasts. She knew of my weakness for that particular area of the female body. She needn't have worried. None of them could hold a candle to her. Then she would ravish me. I couldn't get enough of her, and we had so much hot, noisy sex in our room that one of the guys started wearing earplugs to bed, so he couldn't hear us! I thought it was hilarious. Niola took it as a challenge, and just got louder. I loved everything about her. The physical attraction was obvious. What man wouldn't want her petite, firm, yet extremely buxom body, to play with? Her green eyes looking back while we kissed..... or the firm contours of her shapely ass? But of course, she was every bit as good a partner as she was a lover. I had proposed, not long after she moved in. I had no doubt that Niola was the only woman I wanted, but she was hesitant. Not because she had doubts about us, but because of our age difference, relatively speaking. I was now almost 20, to her 27. I looked older than my years, while she looked younger, but she was still actively teaching at the high school I had just graduated from. Even though we were no longer a secret, advertising our relationship by getting married so soon seemed like a bad idea for her career. She was right, of course, so we settled for a long engagement. A few years from now, she would become my wife. The trouble at the house started about six months in. One of my roommates, Mike, had just been dumped by his girlfriend, and wasn't taking it well. He had been drinking too much, and said a few inappropriate things about Niola that set things on edge between us. For her part, Niola just felt sorry for him. Mike came home drunk, and bumped into Niola in the kitchen. He was particularly pathetic that night, so she tried to console him. I was watching TV in the attached family room, but before I could convey what a bad idea it was, she was giving him a hug. Mike and I were both on the football team in high school, but I played Receiver, Defensive Back, and a little Quarterback, while he was a Defensive Lineman. He was a few inches shorter than me, but had me by 40 pounds. As soon after his arms engulfed her, Niola realized her mistake. Mike began to maul her breasts roughly, and tried to kiss her. She tried to escape, but he was easily twice her size. She tried to remain calm, so as not to escalate the situation. "Aidez-moi, mon amour," she said evenly. *Help me, my love.* My French was now quite good, and I was on me feet, coming to her aid immediately. "Mike! What are you doing, man? Let her go!" I warned as I approached. Niola struggled, and I could feel her panic rising. "Lâchez-moi, cochon!" she screamed at him. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Mike! Stop!" The alcohol wasn't allowing logic to get through. I pulled at his arm. He pushed me away. While he was busy pushing me away, Niola took advantage of the break in the bear hug to drop out from under his grasp. She pulled free and turned her back, trying to leave but finding herself cornered. I stepped between them. I hoped my intervention would give him pause. It didn't. Mike pursued, using a football swim move to get past me, throwing me aside. He caught Niola again, grabbing her neck from behind with both hands. The situation was degrading rapidly. I loved Niola, so the choice between her and Mike was no contest. Still, I didn't want to hurt him, given that alcohol was playing a big part in this behaviour. I was looking for something heavy to hit him with, when I got a better idea. "Tournez Niola! Spin out!" I barked. She did just what I taught her, as a basic self defense technique. She swung her left arm up, and spun to the left. This detached his hands from her neck and pushed them both away to his right. She had two options for the strike : high to the throat with her right hand, or low to the groin with her knee. She went low. If she had wanted to, she could have really hurt Mike badly. But even as angry as she was over getting groped, she was restrained in her response. She still hit him pretty hard, though, and he dropped like a rock, groaning in pain. He laid on the kitchen floor in the fetal position. Niola sought refuge in my arms. "Nicely done," I whispered to her as she buried her face in my chest, sobbing. I stroked her hair and comforted her. Together we looked down at Mike, who was still moaning. "I think we need our own place, baby," I added, kissing away her tears. She nodded, and looked back to Mike, who was now just passed out on the floor. "He's gonna feel that tomorrow!" she giggled. "Thanks for teaching me." "After everything you have taught me?" I smiled, "I think I still owe you a few hundred." We walked arm in arm upstairs to the bedroom, and locked the door. I held her close while she slept, hoping she wasn't having bad dreams. We found a place, the next day. In the two weeks before we could move, we pretty much lived in my room, and I played bodyguard when we had no choice but to go into the public areas, Mike was suitably and predictably contrite, apologizing profusely, but we weren't about to risk a repeat. So now we were alone, with an entire house to ourselves. It was just a little rancher, but it was our home. Niola took full advantage, and the house became a 'clothing optional' zone. Watching her wander around naked, with a wiggle in her butt and a jiggle to her boobs, had me constantly hard. We christened every room in the house, but Niola's new favorite place to fuck was the kitchen. Putting her hot ass at countertop height positioned her perfectly for a long, slow, stand-up screw, or a good tongue lashing of her pussy. We did both often. One day, we were lounging in the TV room, naked of course, when the phone rang. Niola was up like a shot to answer it, and I heard parts of her half of the conversation. In French, of course. Her excitement level ratcheted up quickly, and she was soon speaking so quickly, I got lost. She was laughing and jabbering away at light speed. ".. Bien sûr, il est si bon d'entendre de vous... Nous vous verrons alors!" Niola shrieked with glee, and came bounding back into the room, wearing a smile that threatened to take the top off her head, and scarcely able to stand still. I was getting hard again just watching her bounce around the room. "Okay, Sweetheart... So good to hear from who? And when will we see them?" I asked, recapping the end of the conversation. She leapt into my lap, giggling uncontrollably, and kissed me. "Michelle! My old college roommate! I haven't seen her in years, and she's coming to town next week!" she screamed, and laughed joyously. She rolled out of my lap and ran excitedly on the spot. Her breasts were flying all about, and regardless of my attempts to control my gaze, my penis was exercising manual override. "Michelle was my very best friend.... before you," she added, "and when she got a job in Quebec, I thought I might never see her again." "So she's a teacher, too?" I asked, continuing to ogle her breasts. "Oui. Elle est professeur de français, aussi." "She's a French teacher?" I asked, confused. "In Quebec?" "Hey there are English teachers in English speaking countries, right?" she replied. "Of course... now I get it." I was still staring at her tits. She smiled and did her excited run again. Too much stimuli to be ignored. I growled and stood up, throwing her over my shoulder, and heading for the bedroom. "Woo Ooooooooooooooo!" she giggled, and held on tight. I edged though the bedroom door carefully, and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced, laughing raucously. I jumped on her, reefing her legs apart, and spearing her immediately. "Ooooof! " she gasped, as my cock bottomed out in her pussy. Her hands roamed my back and ass, before settling on the back of my neck and drawing me into a kiss. "I thought I was the one who was excited about Michelle coming!" I slowed my assault. "So, Sweetheart, tell me about Michelle." I kept slowly shafting her, while she filled in the blanks. About 3 inches taller than Niola...brunette, long wavy hair... a little slimmer...not nearly as top heavy, but still well built...college roommate. I looked down, and Niola was blushing a little. "What?" I asked. "Oh, I'm sure you've heard the rumours about college girls and their roommates...." she replied, blushing more and looking away. I stopped, mid-stroke. *Of course. Everyone has heard the rumours about college girls experimenting with lesbian sex. They are a mainstay of male fantasies and porn plots worldwide. Just like fucking your hot, busty teacher.* I guess I, of all people, shouldn't have been surprised it was true. I looked at her intently until she met my eyes. "Yeah, I've heard. Are you telling me that the rumours are true?" She nodded. "So... You and Michelle?" Another nod. "Just experimental, or more than that?" Now that really made her blush. No answer was necessary. "I don't suppose you would like to tell me more?" I asked, hoping she would. Can it get any hotter than fucking a sexy woman, while she tells you about her being in bed with another sexy woman? I think not! I had resumed my gentle rhythm when she surprised me. She actually told me all about it. For several minutes she revealed all, telling me about their first time together (not surprisingly, alcohol had played a part). She went on about them learning how to please each other, through exploration of each other's bodies. How Michelle would spend long periods of time either moored to her breasts, or gently devouring her pussy. They even had a few lesbian orgies, but always ended up together, because Michelle was the best with her tongue. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "My fiancé is a lesbian!" I started to shaft her again, harder and harder, until I exploded deep inside her. The mental image of my darling Niola, engaged in sapphic rapture, was too exciting to bear. I rolled off, breathing heavily. "Sorry, Sweetheart. That bit of news was a surprise." "Got you a little worked up, did it?" she giggled. "Yes, I have licked a pussy before," I groaned, "... and I liked it! Michelle was always more into it than I was, but I admit, I did like to receive. I guess you could say I started straight, went to bi-sexual, then to lesbian, before deciding I like men more than women. " "Well, from a purely selfish perspective, I thank you. But I would have loved to see you getting it on with a woman," I whispered, stroking her breast. "Well.... we'll see," she purred. *That* got my attention. Next week became this week, then today. I was pretty excited to meet Michelle too, but for slightly different reasons than Niola. There was a knock on the door. Niola took off like she was shot out of a cannon. I heard the door open, and then two shrieking female voices giggling wildly. They finally broke the hug, and Niola introduced me. *Funny... Michelle didn't really look like a lesbian, whatever a lesbian is supposed to look like.* We shook hands, and she hugged me. *She didn't feel like a lesbian either. She felt kind of hot, and she was very pretty.* "Sorry, baby," Niola touched my hand. "We need time for a little 'girl talk'," she added, as they headed down the hall to the guest room. I left them to do their thing, and returned to the TV. They talked for hours, mostly in French, and we eventually ended up going out to dinner. It was fun, just watching them catch up. I caught enough of the conversation to know I was being mentioned, here and there. "Alors, est-il une bonne baise?" Michelle asked, during a lull in the conversation. I looked up when she said it, and smiled. "Actually," I answered, "Yes. She says I am a very good fuck." I saw the surprise on Michelle's face. "I'm surprised, with all the talking you two have done, that you didn't know. Yes, I can hold my own in French. After all," I said, touching Niola's hand,"I had a great teacher." Michelle just smiled. "Yes, she is, isn't she?" Later that night, Niola and I had just finished making love, when I thought I saw some movement at the bedroom door. Sure enough, Michelle had been watching us from the hallway. I decided not to mention it until morning. The next morning, I walked into the kitchen and hugged Niola from behind. My hands cupped the large, heavy curves of her firm breasts. I gave her nipples a little tweak. "Did you see Michelle watching us last night while we were fucking?" I whispered into her ear. "Uh huh," she whispered back, before turning in my arms to kiss me. We were still sucking on each other's tongues when Michelle came in. "Oh! I am so sorry!" she giggled, turning on her heels and reversing course. "Michelle...." I called after her, "after what you saw last night, don't you think the shy act is overdoing it?" There was a pause, and she slowly came back in, looking sheepish. "Sorry about that. I heard you and just had to watch. You two are very good together." "Yes we are," Niola said quietly, looking into my eyes lovingly. "We sure are." That night, I was laying in bed, watching something on TV, when Niola walked in. She was naked again. "Jeez, baby.... we have company, don't we?" "Yes we do," she replied, as Michelle walked in, naked as well. Her body was lean and lithe, with perky breasts that would probably look large on her frame, were it not for Niola's huge melons by comparison. A thick bush of dark hair obscured my view between her legs. "You wanted to watch?" The girls joined me on the bed, and started to make out with each other. Hands fondled breasts and caressed buttocks, while they kissed each other like they had never been apart. It was obvious to me that they had been much more than merely experimental, at least from Michelle's point of view. They transitioned into a 69, and I could see Michelle's highly aroused pussy lips pouting out through her curly pubes while Niola's tongue probed her. It was fun to watch, and instructional as well. Who better to learn cunnilingus from than someone who not only eats pussy, but has one as well? I observed the 'class in session'. I think Niola might be surprised at my new tricks the next time I ate her. My cock needed release. I had been watching the girls for almost an hour now, and they had each cum several times. I had just come to the conclusion that I would be pleasuring myself, when Niola stopped me. "Do Michelle. She wants you to." I looked at Michelle, and she nodded, laying back and spreading her legs. Niola bent and licked my cock, lubricating me for penetration. She then held me at Michelle's wet opening, guiding me in. Niola kissed me. "Give it to her good, baby," she whispered, and laid back to finger herself. For the first time since we met, I was having sex with someone other than Niola. As strange as it sounds, I really didn't want to. Niola was all I needed or wanted. She had, however, asked me to fuck Michelle, and I could deny her no request. Okay, I admit that, as a horny 20 year old, my cock was ready and willing to fuck any attractive female. It was the man in me, the part that had fallen in love with Niola, that was reticent. For a lesbian, Michelle was a pretty good lay. Well, okay. She was my first lesbian, so I had absolutely no frame of reference. Her pussy was wet, and snug, and clutched at my shaft when she had an orgasm, which was a surprisingly frequent occurrence. I was getting close myself. I felt Niola's hands urging me on, adding fuel to the fire. I pounded Michelle furiously, and emptied the contents of my balls into her vagina. When I had regained muscle control, I rolled off, and Niola took my place, kissing her friend and holding her close. Niola plunged her fingers into Michelle's cum filled pussy, massaging her internally. The next night, Niola abstained, citing 'that time of the month' as her reason. She insisted that Michelle and I go ahead without her, however, and I soon found myself face to cunt with Michelle. I suddenly felt like I hadn't prepared properly for an exam. The pressure was devastating. After all, she was a teacher, and a lesbian. How could she *not* be mentally comparing and grading my performance? It turns out my fears were partly right, but also partly wrong. She was quite particular about how her pussy got licked, but also not shy about offering encouragement when deserved, and corrections when needed. I got mostly corrections, but a bit of praise, and I am proud to say I did get her off orally. It took a while, but I did it. Michelle then pulled me up, and directed my extremely hard cock into her. We fucked quite gently at first, and I was a bit miffed when Michelle turned away as I tried to kiss her. In retrospect, I understand, but it felt weird. For Niola and I, kissing was such a huge part of our lovemaking, that its absence was noticeable. Niola was still right beside us though, gently circling her own clit. She kissed me, even though Michelle wouldn't. "Just fuck her," she said. "You don't need to be loving. Fuck her hard." *Abuse your friend? Okay, if you insist.* I hooked my arms under Michelle's legs and raised her hips, while Niola slipped a pillow under her ass at my request. I started to fuck her hard. I pounded her sweet little pussy incessantly, crashing our pubic bones together. Michelle grunted and groaned, and her eyes bored holes into mine. Suddenly, her head flew back, and a guttural moan was heard as she came. I mentally patted myself on the back for making the lesbian cum again. I kept fucking her, with quick, short strokes mixed with longer, slower ones. Michelle came again, a bit louder this time. When she looked back at me, her eyes were intense. "Is that all you got?" she spat. *You bitch!* I thought, *now you're gonna get it!* I kicked it up a notch, and started to ferociously slam into Michelle like I didn't like her, which I didn't after that last comment. I fucked her like she was a cheap whore, grunting with each spiteful thrust, seeking only my pleasure, which was rapidly approaching. Her tits were bouncing and slapping each other, and Michelle had another orgasm, screaming loudly. I glanced at Niola, and she was transfixed, watching me ravish her former lover. Then she made eye contact, and a lusty grin appeared on her lips. "Fill her fucking cunt with cum!" she demanded. I was just about to. One last time, I slammed home, and began to spray into her like an unattended firehose. Her twat twitched, and she ground her hips against me harder, while I continued to spew my seed into her receptacle. Finally spent, I pulled out, and left the two of them alone in bed. I was almost angry. A few minutes later, Niola came searching for me. I was standing in the kitchen, still quite upset, but not really knowing why. She hugged me from behind. The feel of her arms around me, and her breasts pressing against my back, made the world right again. I turned, picked her up, and plopped her on the counter, before hugging her back. "You okay, baby?" she asked quietly, stroking my shoulder. "I've never seen you like this. You know she was just playing with you. She wanted you to use her. She was trying to elicit a response." "Well, she got one!" I laughed, suddenly feeling better. I stood, embracing my darling Niola for a moment. I loved her, and she loved me. Life was good. "You know.... It was pretty hot watching you fuck her hard like that. She's not accustomed to being penetrated by anything larger than fingers or tongues. Even the dildos we used on each other weren't as big as your monster. She's zonked out right now!" she whispered, sliding off the counter and dropping to her knees. "I think someone needs a cleanup." I looked down. My cock was soft in her hand, and a froth of combined semen and pussy juice hung in streaks along the shaft. A glob of it adorned the head. She opened up, and sucked my limp noodle in like a strand of spaghetti. A yummy moan followed. I heard it, and the vibration woke the dragon. "Oh, yes baby. Suck my cock," I hissed. I was fully hard quite quickly under Niola's expert attention. She was stroking me and bobbing her head to an accompaniment of wet slurps and moans. I watched from above. The sight was unbelievably erotic, with her lips stretched tightly around my thickness, cheeks puffing and hollowing, and hair flying. Below that, the full, voluptuous, breasts of my dreams were swaying and jiggling their own syncopated rhythm. She was too much. While I watched, I saw feet approach in my peripheral vision. Michelle took a place on her knees next to Niola, who pulled my length from her mouth and offered it up like a stick of candy. Michelle shook her head, so Niola inhaled me again, bringing me closer to climax. I began to growl, a sound that obviously surprised Michelle as much as it inspired Niola, who accelerated her rhythm. Another, louder growl signalled my peak. Niola removed her mouth, and stroked me furiously with her hand, aiming my spigot at Michelle's face. That did it. Blam! The shots of semen arced out, splashing onto Michelle's smiling countenance. It didn't take long for Michelle to take on the look of a glazed doughnut, at which point Niola sucked me in again and vacuumed up the last drops. Michelle sputtered, and her tongue peeked out to collect a sample of icing. Apparently not displeased at the taste, she began to lick her lips clean, extending her tongue to its full range. Niola joined in, using her own tongue to clean her friends face. Michelle then grabbed Niola's head and kissed her deeply, sharing her prize while simultaneously transferring a smear to Niola's face. They kissed and licked each other's faces until both were suitably free of my discharge. Then they remembered I was there, and both faces turned up to observe me. When they saw me gawking, mouth agape, they both giggled. "That was so hot to watch! I think I might be a lesbian too!" I laughed. "No, my love," Niola said quietly. "That doesn't make you a lesbian... It just makes you a typical man!" "It's not a club, you know?" Michelle added. I tottered off to the bedroom and passed out. The following night, we all went out again, to a movie this time. I snuggled and groped Niola in the theatre, occasionally finding my target fondle zone already occupied by Michelle's hand. Between the two of us, we had Niola pretty hot and bothered by the end of the film. When we got back to the car, I was surprised (but not shocked) to see Niola pass up her front seat position in favour of the back, with Michelle. The two women immediately started to grope each other feverishly, making out like teenagers. Michelle soon had both of Niola's fabulous breasts freed, and was latched onto a nipple like her life depended on it. I drove, but was quite divided in my attention, what with the erotic display in my mirror. Part way home, the display disappeared, as they slumped down out of view. This really didn't fix my attention problem, though, as I now had images of a mobile 69 running through my head. When we arrived home, I turned off the car. Niola moaned, and her hand appeared over the back of my seat. She was gesturing and pointing to the door of the house, generally. I got the message, and exited the vehicle, but not before sneaking a peek as I did. Sure enough, they had their faces in each other's crotches, Michelle on top. I really wanted to just pull my dick out and jack off to the view, but perhaps a man pulling on his penis while peeking in a car window might seem out of place to the neighbours. I reluctantly went into the house. About a half hour later, they finally came in, both looking dishevelled, with fucked up hair and wrinkled clothes. Niola's blouse was misbuttoned, and her panties were in her hand. Michelle looked less messed up, but she had a post orgasmic glaze to her eyes. "Am I going to need to fumigate the car?" I laughed. They did too. "Maybe a little!" Niola offered, wandering down the hall on unsteady feet. I looked at Michelle. "Do I get another chance to lick you tonight, or are you done with me?" She smiled. "Oh, I think that could be arranged. You know, you're not half bad in bed... For a man!" She touched me on the nose with one finger, and turned down the hall herself. When we went to bed, Michelle was with us. I did get another chance to taste her, and I think I did better this time. Michelle was much more vocal, and less conservative with her praise. Her pussy may be totally obscured by her pubic hair when she's not aroused, but when she gets hot, her inner labia really extend and pout open. Her engorged lips were almost purple, and very thick. She had one astoundingly erotic looking vulva. Don't get me wrong ; I love my Niola's juicy little snatch, but Michelle's cunt was epic. I could certainly understand why Niola had felt that urge to partake. I was teasing Michelle's clit, while I traced her lips with my fingertip. I was on an exploratory mission, listening for changes in her reaction as I touched and probed the area between her legs. I was like an electrician, looking for the other lead to the circuit. My fingers wandered across her bald perineum, and she moaned a little louder. Then I touched her puckered little asshole, and completed the circuit. Michelle was anal, and I don't mean attentive to detail. I flicked my finger across her butt hole, like strumming a guitar. She screamed, and gushed in my mouth. I inserted one finger into her dripping pussy, and pulled some lubrication out and over her asshole, before I gently probed deeper. Michelle screamed again, and undulated her hips, trying to drive her ass down over my intruding digit. I lost my grip on her clit, and resorted to flicking it with my tongue. Michelle was panting, trying to catch her breath after two orgasms. "Push your finger up my ass!" I did as instructed, until my index finger was fully buried. "Oh fuck, yes! I love it up my ass! More! More!" she grunted. I added a second finger, stretching her sphincter wider. I flicked her clit again. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, ohohohohoh! Oh please... One more thing.... Oh god! My pussy!... Oh yes.... My spot, please! Please!" She had told me what to do, but the application of that direction was going to be tricky. I have big hands, so space between her legs was at a premium. Getting a finger onto her g-spot could require some contortions. I finally admitted defeat, and drafted Niola's delicate fingers to supply the final stimulus. She slipped two fingers into Michelle's sopping wetness. She curled her fingers up, and found the target, with its bumpy texture. She pressed gently, while I returned my tongue to Michelle's clit. Michelle's scream nearly blew out the window in the bedroom. She arched her back, and shuddered, as the mother of all orgasms washed over her. Her eyes were screwed shut, and after the initial scream, she went silent, even though her mouth kept opening and closing. I half expected every dog in the neighborhood to hear her. She was straining so much, she was turning purple, just like her pussy. Suddenly, she went limp. I looked over at Niola, who had been gently fingering herself with the hand that wasn't occupied by stimulating Michelle. Her eyes were wide, watching her former lover cum. "Holy fuck! You, or rather we, killed her!" she giggled, lifting Michelle's arm. She released it, and it flopped back. "I only did what she told me to!" I replied. I didn't know whether to be concerned or proud. We had actually caused an orgasm that made her lose consciousness. Niola was looking at me, with a sexy expression. "You gonna do that to me some day?" she asked, batting her eyelashes coyly. I still had my fingers buried in Michelle's ass. I wiggled them, and she didn't even budge. I removed my digits, and waved them at Niola. "Not today! Not today!" she giggled, covering her pussy and ass. "She almost wrecked me in the back seat of the car, so there's no way I would survive it!" "I thought you looked a little woozy when you came in. Is she that good?" "Darling, I hope this doesn't leave you scarred for life... But yes, she is." Niola said quietly, with a smile. "I love your cock, but she almost got me to play for the other team." She grabbed my hard dick and gave me a reassuring tug. "Almost." Michelle had begun to stir again. "There you go, Sweetheart. I suggest you fuck the shit out of her!" Niola added, gesturing to Michelle, whose eyes were beginning to flutter open. I positioned myself, and entered her. Michelle's eyes popped open wide as I slid home, and her arms flew around my waist, followed quickly by her legs. The pillow was still under her ass, changing my angle of penetration, and apparently, she liked it. "Oh fuck, Niola, your young man's cock is almost enough to make me go straight! It's been a long, long time since I enjoyed anything in my cunt like this!" she hissed. I kept stroking her hard. "You go straight? I'll believe it when I see it. And don't get attached to him. He's on loan for this week only. You'd have to find your own, because he's mine." Niola said, patting my thrusting ass to indicate her ownership. I just grunted, and fucked Michelle harder. A few minutes later, I filled her up again. I spent the next day at home, alone, as the ladies were out together. I wondered how much Niola's luscious body was being sampled by her friend. Images of the two women, naked, filled my head, and for the first time in a very long time, I had to deal with my raging hard-on by myself. That night, the three of us repeated our joining. Niola was back in the game, and the girls were locked in a scalding hot 69, very much like the images I had imagined earlier in the day. Niola was on the bottom, and was peeking up at me. She reached out and took my throbbing erection in her delicate hand, tugging me closer. She aimed my spear at Michelle's pussy, and winked. It suddenly occurred to me that we were about to have a true threesome. Unlike before, where I had watched, then subbed in, we would all be involved now. Niola guided me between Michelle's pussy lips, and held the tip of her tongue on the underside of my shaft while I slid smoothly home. The sensation was remarkable. She alternately licked Michelle's clit, my intruding cock, and my balls. Michelle was groaning loudly, and I suppose that intensified the pleasure she was giving Niola, who sucked my balls, making me hotter, so I fucked Michelle deeper, which made her groan more, which pleasured Niola more, which.... A truly delicious cycle had developed, a case of 'which came first, the chicken or the egg?' The answer is.... Niola! With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed from Michelle's tongue. I guess Michelle really was the best, but I would strive to measure up to her standard in the future. I was still shafting Michelle, when I felt Niola pat my butt. I peeked down, and saw her inch her hand over Michelle's ass, stopping to tap on her sphincter. Niola winked again. I got the message, and slid back out. My cock was dripping wet, and Niola positioned the head over Michelle's asshole. Michelle wiggled her hips impatiently, and moaned encouragement into Niola's pussy. I pressed in slightly. Michelle's ass resisted, then relaxed, and my cockhead slipped in a little, before her muscles pushed back. A few seconds later, she relaxed again, and I felt the head pop through her muscular little ring. I pressed again, and the process repeated, with her squeezing then relenting. Her sphincter was acting like a squeegee, scraping her lubricating juices from my length, and piling them up in a frothy donut around it. Michelle's moans were gaining intensity, volume, and pitch, as Niola joined into the duet. I made us a trio, as my balls pressed wetly against Michelle's gushing, gaping pussy, and I groaned my own joy. I could feel Niola's tongue, trying to access Michelle's clit, while occasionally tickling my scrotum. I had my cock buried balls deep in Michelle's ass. She was emitting a screeching moan, but would not release the grip her lips had on my Niola's clit. Niola was gasping and screaming, cumming repeatedly, plunging her fingers into Michelle's overflowing cunt, while thumbing her clit. I hadn't even started to fuck Michelle yet, but that was about to change. I had never fucked a girl's ass before, but yet another Life list box was getting checked today. Michelle's ass was unbelievably hot and tight. I pulled back slowly, about halfway, then drove back in. She got louder. I did it again, longer and faster, and she finally lost contact with Niola's pussy. Her head came up, and she screamed. "Nnnnnnnnuuuuuhhhhnnnn! Oh godddd! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckk my assss!" Okay, I know we men are supposed to have trouble reading women, but I think she likes it. I started to fuck her ass hard. The view I had of my thick shaft stretching her asshole was obscenely erotic. Michelle was cumming with a constant scream, pausing only as necessary to breathe. I could feel Niola's tongue trying to lap up the honey that oozed out of Michelle's pussy. I was pounding her ass with everything I had. On one particularly energetic stroke, I slipped out. Niola's hand was on me immediately, but rather than put me back up her friends ass, she guided me back into Michelle's pussy. She was so wet and full of juices that my plunger made nectar squirt out, spray painting Niola's face and neck. Niola moaned, licked her lips and smiled up at me. "Fill her cunt, you fucking stud! I want to watch your cock flex while you pump her full of your cum! Do it! Do it! Cum for me baby!" Like I said before, I could deny her no request. Truthfully, Michelle's tight ass almost had me there anyway, but Niola's directive of ego boosting obscenities finished the job. I exploded, filling Michelle with so much cum it began to trickle out, dripping onto Niola's face. Niola began to drink from the source, as I felt her lips and tongue on the underside of my shaft. I gave one last shudder and collapsed beside the girls. I panted, trying to catch my breath, when I saw something that took it away again. A river of my cum was dribbling out of Michelle's puffy, swollen, gaping cunt. The love of my life, my beautiful Niola, had her face eagerly buried deeply up that cum slicked hole, while she pumped three fingers steadily into Michelle's abused ass. Michelle was silent, but obviously lost in the throes of a huge orgasm. Her abs clenched and relaxed repeatedly, and it seemed as though her entire body was turning red. Sweat coated her skin, her hair was matted, and suddenly, she threw her head back, and let out a final, quivering, croaking screech, before she collapsed as well. Michelle's collapse pulled her pussy way from Niola's tongue. Niola laid back, gasping herself, and looked at me lazily. A ring of cum froth surrounded her mouth, and some decorated the bridge of her nose, indicating the depth of her plunge. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I had seen plenty in the last few days. She was scraping the residue into her mouth now. Her eyes finally focused, and she saw me watching her. She paused, one cum slick finger still in her mouth, and blushed. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked away, embarrassed at being caught acting in such a lascivious manner. It only made me love her more, and confirmed my decision to make her my wife. She was the walking, talking, sucking, fucking embodiment of every desire and fantasy I ever had, or expected to have. I fell asleep watching her. When I woke, I was alone, but tucked into the bed lovingly. There was light coming from the kitchen, along with some quiet voices. I followed both. "Comment va ton cul, Michelle?" I asked quietly, as I stopped in front of the fridge. "How do you think my ass feels?" she giggled. "It has just been violated by your giant man thingy," she added, gesturing toward my exhausted dick. "It's sore, but happy, and looking forward to more. Just not tonight," she added. Niola was sipping her tea, smiling at me. Her eyes fell down to my limp meat, then back up. I was *her* 'giant man thingy', and she knew it. For the next three nights, we kept it up. We would play around in bed, the girls would get it on with each other, and I would finish by fucking Michelle, twice more in the ass / pussy combo. The last night, her ass was too sore, so I had to settle for her pussy only. In addition to her two incredible holes, I had access to a graduate level course on pussy eating, and learned a lot from Michelle. As much as it was fun to get access to Michelle's cunt, I wasn't that disappointed when her stay ended. I liked being alone with my darling Niola. I really liked fucking her again, after a week plus of doing Michelle. I enjoyed trying out my newly acquired licking skills, and managed to give Niola some earthshattering orgasms. It was after one of those that Niola bestowed upon me the title of 'honourary lesbian', with a giggle. About a week later, Niola's 'someday' arrived. I had been fingering her ass for several days now. She had been quite vocal in her positive reinforcement. I was shafting her gushy pussy doggy style, while I had one thumb hooked in her ass. She was grunting, and fucking back against me, pushing her ass up over my thumb deeper. "Oh god," she hissed, "I need it now! I need your big cock in my ass! Please! Give it to me, please! Michelle said you felt incredible in her ass!" I was willing to oblige. I obtained a little excess lubrication from her pussy, and spread it around her little pink rosebud. I placed my cockhead there and eased forward. "Take it easy," she whispered. "Michelle's asshole was 'previously experienced'. Mine is not, but I really want it to be. Just be gentle." "Okay, baby, you are in control." I held my position, and let her impale herself. It took the better part of ten minutes. There was a great deal of grunting, panting, puffing. and cursing, but she finally took it all. "Oooooo baby! That's one big cock! My ass is totally stuffed! Can you give me a minute baby?" she asked over her shoulder. "Take all the time you need, honey," I nodded. "You are still in control." A few moments later, she began to rock back and forth a few inches, groaning and hissing. Her eyes were shut tight, and a grimace of pain marred her beautiful face. She started going a bit faster, and a little deeper, as the groans of pain gave way to moans of pleasure. I stayed put, letting her dictate the pace, as I had promised. It wasn't easy. If I thought Michelle's ass was tight, Niola's was much more so. I felt her muscles rippling with each stroke. She finally was ready. "Okay," she purred, "Fuck me now!" Enough said. I grasped her hips, and started to pound her. She stopped moaning, and started shrieking. She came with an abrupt jerk, her head thrown back. She shuddered and twitched, before her arms gave out. Her butt remained held high, and I kept reaming her enthusiastically. Her right hand reached back between her legs, and she started to stimulate her clit. Her shrieks had wound down, but she hadn't. I was about to fill her ass with cum. "So good, so full, so close..." she muttered. I held back the flood as best I could, until she was ready. "Cumming!" was all she said, before it hit her. She grunted loudly. So did I. I shot a huge load deep into her bowels, while she vibrated through her own climax. Her hips slipped away from me as she melted into the bed, and I crashed down beside her. "My.... Ass... Is... Buzzing!" she whispered between breaths. I laughed. She had demanded it, after all, so how could she complain? We settled back into our usual routine. You know - naked all the time, making love two or three times a day, double that on weekends. Just like newlyweds, only without the 'wed' part. We never had a cross word, and couldn't get enough of each other. I got home one weekend afternoon, to find Niola on the phone. "Vous êtes enceinte? C'est génial! Combien de semaines?" I heard her say, and decided to give her some space. If someone was pregnant, that was girl talk, and not my department. I went to the living room, grabbed the remote, and tried to find a movie to watch. Twenty minutes later, Niola walked in quietly, and sat down next to me. I lifted my arm, and she snuggled warmly against my ribs. She was dressed, but I could still feel the swell of her breasts as they pressed into me. "So, baby, who was that?" I asked. Niola seemed reluctant to answer. I looked over at her again, and she blushed. "Baby?" She crumbled. "Funny you should put it that way. That was Michelle..." she started. Sudden fear gripped me. Whoever she had been talking to was pregnant, and now she tells me that was Michelle. The math wasn't hard. Michelle was pregnant, and being a lesbian, it was unlikely that the father was anyone other than..... Me! Of course! Niola is on the pill, so we don't need to worry, and it never even crossed my mind, that lesbians don't need to use birth control. I had filled her with semen, several times. Niola saw the look of terror on my face. "Honey, don't panic. The truth is, both Michelle and I have to confess something to you." I paused in my planning of the lesbian / straight wedding, and put my attention back on her. "Oh, really? Well, what would that be?" I asked, confused. I had thought that kids would be a great idea, eventually. The idea that it would happen with the lesbian, former lover of my French teacher, had somehow escaped my realm of possibilities. How could I have been so foolish? Niola let out her breath in a long, slow blow. "We kind of used you... Set you up. Michelle and her partner wanted a baby, and I had been so effusive in my love of you, and... Well, it just seemed so logical at the time." *Huh?* I thought. *You did what? *My brain wasn't ready for this. I got up, without saying a word, and started out of the room. "Honey, please, let me explain!" she called after me. "Just gimme a minute to digest this," I replied evenly. I zombie-walked into the bedroom and laid down, curling up in an ironic fetal position. A few minutes later, I noticed Niola in the doorway. She was crying. No, she was sobbing. I knew she was really upset, worried that I was angry. I wasn't. I was shocked, but not angry. A little flattered, and shocked, but not angry. Okay, proud, flattered and shocked, but still not angry. I gestured to Niola, and she leapt onto the bed, blubbering apologies. "I am so sorry! Please don't hate me!...." She went on for several seconds, before I could get a word in. "Niola, honey.... Shhh... Shhh... It's alright. I'm not upset. I don't hate you. I could never hate you. You are my soul mate." She was still crying, and gasping, but my words were getting through. "I think that I understand the idea, and honestly, it's a very heartwarming thought, that your friend wanted me to be the father of her child, simply because of her love for you." The tears had stopped flowing. She kissed me, a mixture of apology and love transmitted through her soft lips. She was salty from her tears, and I licked her face like a puppy in an effort to change the mood. It worked, as she started to giggle. When I stopped, she looked at me seriously again. "One more thing," she added, slipping back into apology mode. "We are the Godparents." I laughed, surprising her, and shrugged. It seemed appropriate enough. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I smiled. So I was going to be a dad, officially, but I guess I would be known as an 'uncle' by the child. I also supposed that we would have more contact with Michelle, and her partner. That could be awkward. 'Hi, I'm the one who fucked and knocked up your lesbian partner'. Even though it had been planned (by all but the sperm donor), I still had a weird feeling about meeting the 'husband', or partner, or whatever. The storm passed, and despite my insistence that I was not angry, Niola was extra attentive for the next few weeks. I was the recipient of several 'good morning blowjobs', which she was adamant were not related to any perceived guilt. Regardless of the reason, waking up to that kind of attention is something that I could easily become addicted to. I did try to reciprocate, but it's a little harder for a man to surprise a woman that way, just due to the mechanics. Anyway, months went by. I went to my college, and Niola taught at her high school, and we continued our torrid sex life. Niola kept in touch with Michelle and Amanda, her partner, so we were kept informed about the pregnancy. It felt weird, knowing I was a baby daddy, but not having a pregnant wife to deal with. Kind of like having my cake and eating it too, I guess. Michelle was now almost eight months in. She and Amanda were going to visit us soon, before the baby arrived, have the baby here, and head home after the delivery. Michelle wanted me to be present, in the delivery room, for the birth, an idea that scared the shit out of me, but seemed like the least I could do. Michelle and Amanda arrived on Saturday afternoon. Niola was home but I was out. When I returned home, I saw the strange car in the driveway, and knew who it had to be. Oh boy, the moment of truth. A thousand questions were about to be answered, and I was, quite frankly, terrified. I took a deep breath, and opened the door. I could hear Niola in the sun room. As I walked down the hall, I recognized Michelle's voice, and then a third that was unfamiliar. They were all speaking overlapping French at warp speed, and laughing, so I didn't catch much. I would depend on Niola for a recap, if necessary. As I turned into the sun room, the first person I saw was Michelle. *Holy shit,* I thought, my eyes landing unintentionally on her breasts, *she's huge!* Somehow, her tits had inflated, until they were nearly the same size as Niola's incredible F cups. Other than the obvious baby bump, they appeared to be the only change to her body, as her butt didn't appear to have grown any. I walked over to give Niola a kiss, then did the same for Michelle, although hers' was on the cheek. Michelle then introduced me. "This is my spouse, Amanda." Her hair was blonde, cut in a short bob style. Her eyes were blue, and she was quite pretty, if not stunningly so. Below the neck, however, she bore a striking resemblance to someone I knew. Someone close to me. Someone who used to be my French teacher. While slightly taller, and perhaps a few pounds heavier than Niola, they were otherwise virtual twins, *especially* their 'twins'. Amanda stood, and stepped forward to hug me. Her big breasts crushed against me, but they felt a bit different than Niola's. Firmer, much more resilient. Still very nice. "Merci d'être si généreux. Merci pour notre fils," she said, smiling brightly. Fils? A son? A son! That was new info. I remained on the periphery of the conversation, letting them do their female thing, talking pregnancy, babies and boobs. A couple of hours later, all talked out, Michelle and Amanda took their leave, heading back to their hotel. As I learned from Niola later, the plan was that they would be moving in with us in about a week, staying until the baby was born. Niola and I were sitting down to dinner, when I had to ask her a question. "Honey, did you notice..." "I know, I know! Amanda looks a lot like me," she said, incredulously. "I had never met her before today. I was even more surprised when she hugged me. Her tits have been done." "Done? You mean, like a boob job?" It suddenly made sense, the way her breasts had felt, somehow, different. "Yeah, those puppies are augmented. Implant city, " she replied. She seemed a bit upset, and I thought I knew why. "Did you know Michelle felt so strongly about you? I mean, if she had her girlfriend, or partner.... whatever... made up to resemble you, then she must have been a little fixated, don't you think?" Niola was staring at me. "Wow! I hope this doesn't come out sounding sexist, but I wouldn't have expected a man to get that so quickly." "Now how could that comment be considered sexist," I scoffed sarcastically. She giggled, finishing her thought. "What I mean is, you are constantly surprising me, in a pleasant way. That's why I Love You." "And I Love You, too, baby. I guess it's a compliment, with 'imitation being the sincerest form of flattery', but it's still weird," I opined. "Tell me about it," she laughed. "You still get the original. I am all yours, baby." She leaned over and kissed me. The feel of her lips on mine was delicious. "I suddenly find myself with a hankering for something warm... and wet... and soft... and blonde," I flirted. "May I have my dessert, first?" Niola looked at me and batted her eyelashes, trying to look innocent. I knew better. Her fork was placed carefully on the table, just before she pushed her chair back, and ran giggling out of the room. I pursued, but not too quickly. She ran past the bedroom door, and took a left turn to make another lap, going through the kitchen. I saw what she was doing, and turned right, into the guest room, prepared to snatch her up when she raced past again. I heard her coming, laughing like a schoolgirl. As she neared, I reached out. She ran her right breast into my hand, and I gripped her soft globe as my left arm came around her waist. Now that she was caught, her laughter was uncontrollable. I picked her up, over my shoulder again, and ducked into the bedroom. She grabbed the doorframe, stopping my progress. I spanked her ass, and her hands released, trying to protect her firm butt. There was an immediate flurry of grasping hands and ravenous lips, as clothing flew in all directions. Niola dropped to her knees, and slurped the head of my cock loudly. I yanked her bra up over her head. She grabbed my ass with both hands, and pulled me into her mouth deeper. We were pawing at each other. I pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up, pressing her over onto her back. As soon as she hit the mattress, I spread her thighs wide and dove in, licking her pussy with passion. I wanted to taste her, to make her cum... and cum... and cum. My tongue traced her contours, teasing her lips, flicking cat-like across her clit, and dipping repeatedly into the hot depths of her vagina. I used everything I had learned, and a few experimental moves, to full effect. I made her gush, not once, but three times. The neighbours would most certainly have known what was going on, as she narrated at the top of her lungs. She was pretty wrung out after her orgasms, but I wasn't done yet. I dragged her back up the bed, and entered her. She was breathing heavily, but her eyes were closed, and she wasn't very participative. I like to know that my bed mate is present, so I held in place, barely moving, until her eyes opened, and she smiled. I smiled back, and kissed her, starting a furious shafting of her slippery snatch. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs gripped at my waist, while I fucked her hard. She purred her enjoyment into my ear. "You fuck me so good, baby. I love your big cock filling me up, stretching my pussy so much, making me scream. And I love feeling your cum when you shoot it inside me." I know I needed to trust her, but part of me was worried that she was trying to get pregnant too. That is, until she said the next bit. "I am so sorry for tricking you into getting Michelle pregnant. It wasn't fair to you, and I promise never to do anything like that again. I'm glad we are just going to be Godparents. I don't think I could handle one of my own right now." *Okay, that doesn't sound like someone trying to get pregnant,* so I figured the coast was clear for launch. I was drilling her deep, and she was urging me on. "C'mon baby, fill... my fucking...cunt with...your hot cum!" Niola demanded. I did as requested, pumping everything I had into her. She cooed and stroked my hair gently, enjoying the warmth of my cum as it squirted deep within her. I came home one afternoon, about two weeks later, to find Michelle and Amanda on the couch. They had been with us for a week or so, and the house had become baby central. I was feeling distinctly outnumbered by the XX chromosomes, and went to join Niola in the kitchen. As I came around the corner from the sun room into the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks. Niola was wearing a tiny thong bikini, and her firm ass was open for appreciative viewing. I whistled, and she giggled, doing a little bow, and spinning on the spot. The top barely covered her nipples. My cock began to stir. The thought of her in that suit in public, and it woke fully. "Wow! That's some suit! Or not, depending on your point of view. For me?" I asked, my mouth watering. "Who else?" she whispered, and pulled herself up onto the countertop. She wiggled her ass, getting comfortable, and opened her arms to me, beckoning me in for a hug and kiss, an offer I couldn't refuse. I dropped my jacket on the floor, and stepped into her embrace. We kissed for several minutes, passionately mauling each other, tasting one another's tongues, and moaning our mutual love. Niola began to unbuckle my pants, and tugged my shirt up. "Niola, Sweetheart... Our guests are in the living room," I protested, already knowing she wouldn't care. "I don't care," she hissed. "I want your cock in me, now. Besides, there's only one of them that hasn't seen us fuck, or joined us while we fucked, or been fucked by us, for that matter. Have you forgotten whose baby that is?" When she's right, she's right. I pulled my shirt off, then worked on my pants, while she tugged at the four strings that separated her from nudity. She then guided me into her hot little pussy, and hooked her ankles together behind my back. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she pulled me in. Before she kissed me, she said one thing. "Make me scream." I started to shaft her firmly, and she started to moan. Her heels were spurring me deeper, and faster, so I dragged her butt a little closer to the edge of the counter, gaining some leverage. When I resumed my rhythm, her moans intensified, and I could feel her breasts jiggling against my chest. I fucked her harder, deeper, and more ravenously, pounding into her. She was getting louder, resting her head on my shoulder. "We have... an audience," she whispered in my ear, breathlessly. "Do it, baby. Fuck my... brains out. Give her... something to... watch!" I wiggled my hands under her ass, and picked her up, turning to pin her against the doorframe. I braced myself, and fucked her harder than I ever had. Her body was bouncing in my arms with each stroke, and now she was screaming, sounding like a strange, vibrating siren. "WOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOHHH!" she screeched. She wasn't heavy, but I hoped my arms wouldn't give out before I made her cum. I was hammering into her furiously, and it had the desired effect. "Oh fuck.. Gonna... Cum... Gonna... Cum... Nowwwwwwww!" she shuddered and jerked, almost slipping out of my arms. I slowed my pace and held her close, keeping myself on the edge. When she had recovered her senses, she unlocked her ankles, I pulled out, and lowered her to her feet. She knelt and looked up at me impatiently. "Do it!" I gripped my well lubricated dick and stroked like a madman. It wasn't long before I started to growl again. Niola's mouth opened wide. Semen rocketed out. Most of it hit the target, but some missed to the left, marring her cheek. Then her nose, chin and hair took hits, before she sucked me in and swallowed the balance. She released me, and I slumped back against the edge of the counter. I looked over to the sun room. Amanda was standing there, mouth agape, staring at Niola's nude body and cum slicked face. Niola licked her fingers and stared back. Amanda looked over at me, and her eyes dropped to my wilting cock, then she turned and left the room. Two days later, I walked into the living room to find Amanda rubbing a cream onto Michelle's huge, distended belly. Michelle had her head back, eyes closed. She was wearing a soft, cotton bra, and there were dark, wet spots over her nipples. Amanda saw me watching , and smiled, then gestured me closer. She unhooked the front of Michelle's bra, and let her massive, swollen, breasts spill out. A sticky, slightly yellow fluid leaked from her nipples. Amanda dipped her head, and licked the fluid from Michelle's left breast. "C'est délicieux. Vous devriez l'essayer." she said quietly, before she wrapped her lips around the nipple, sucking gently. She pointed to Michelle's other breast. I knelt and watched Amanda suckle, as Michelle began to moan softly. She squeezed the fat nipple slightly, and more fluid beaded up, trickling across her huge globe. I was mesmerized. It was so hot, I had to have some. Michelle's eyes were still closed. I leaned closer, and opened up. It was warm, very sweet, thick and sticky. I closed my lips around the areola and applied a gentle suction. More fluid flowed into my mouth, and Michelle moaned louder, bringing her hand up to the back of my head. "More," she purred, and we both increased our suckling appropriately. The flow of fluid increased. Amanda was right - it was delicious. Every few minutes, Michelle would request an increase, and we would feed more vigorously. Her moans increased, and she began to breathe more heavily, obviously enjoying it immensely. Her milk continued to flow freely. Both of us were suckling intensely now, and she was getting very excited. When she came, milk shot into my mouth, forcing me to gulp down the yummy secretions. Finished her orgasm, she tapped the back of my head, indicating that the buffet was closed. I wiped my chin, and looked up. Niola was watching, and rubbing her clit through her shorts. I went to her, and we both retreated to the bedroom. "That was incredible," she said, pulling my clothes off. I kissed her and she tasted the residue on my lips. "Yummy." "I never knew breast milk was so good," I nodded. "Colostrum," she corrected. "She won't produce milk until after she gives birth. This is called colostrum, kind of like emergency rations, until the grocery store opens. Except, these rations are more like dessert." "Whatever you call it, I like it. Could have spent the day." "Does that mean, you don't want mine, anymore?" she pouted, palming her beautiful breasts. "Not at all, my love. Bring 'em on!" I laughed as I laid back on the bed. She leapt on me, and I found myself buried in an avalanche of kisses. My hands were full of soft breast, and firm ass. When there was a lull in the kissing, I looked up. We had left the door open again, and had another naked intruder. Amanda leaned against the door, rubbing her crotch. "Michelle est endormi, et je suis tellement excitée. Puis-je s'il vous plaît joindre à vous?" she begged. Well, at least she asked nicely. I looked at Niola. "Your call." The words were barely out of my mouth before Amanda was snuggled in between us, and she was barely in bed before we were all over her, hands and lips exploring and caressing her body. I, of course, immediately went for her breasts, inspecting them for evidence of tampering. They did seem to stand up more on her chest than seemed natural, and some vigorous fondling confirmed a somewhat strange consistency. They tasted normal, and her nipples sprang up quite nicely. There was a small scar in her armpit, which confirmed that Niola was, undoubtedly, correct in her initial assessment. Niola had moved further south, and had begun to nibble Amanda's pussy gently, causing our guest to shiver slightly and moan. "Oh, oui, lécher ma chatte... " Amanda wouldn't kiss me, which wasn't a huge surprise after my similar experience with Michelle. What was a surprise was her hand on my cock, stroking me gently, while I sucked her nipples. Niola was now fully engaged in Amanda's cunt, licking, kissing, sucking and probing her rapidly dampening hole. Within minutes she was on the verge, a testament to Niola's lesbian experience of the past. Her hand continued to stroke me, even as her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, oui... Oui... Oui... Uhnn... Uhhhhhnnnn!" she grunted, surprisingly quietly. Niola came up from between her legs, and Amanda kissed her, much to my consternation. She saw the hand stroking my cock, and softly asked a question. "Voulez-vous sa queue à l'intérieur vous? Voulez-vous qu'il vous baiser maintenant, comme il l'a fait Michelle? Il sera doux, si vous avez besoin qu'il soit." Amanda looked up at me, and I looked back. *Yes, if you want me to fuck you, like I did to Michelle, I will be gentle with you.* She closed her eyes and answered. "Oui, s'il vous plaît. Baise-moi." I looked over at Niola for a second, and she immediately got my unspoken question. "Right. Just a sec," she said, lunging over to the bedside cabinet, and retrieving one of our backup condoms. She ripped the package open with her teeth, and unrolled the thin membrane down my shaft. "Not again," she added with a wink. She placed my knob at Amanda's opening, and patted my butt. "She's all yours." I pressed gently. She was plenty wet enough, but virginaly tight, and after only about two inches were in, she asked me to stop. "Arrêtez-vous ici pour une minute, s'il vous plaît. Donnez-moi le temps de se détendre." I waited, watching her eyes while she relaxed, and stretched to accommodate me. She looked at me, and nodded. I pushed deeper, and the process was repeated. A few more pauses, and she was finally able to take all of me. She turned and rattled off a few comments to Niola, who was fingering her own pussy, but she spoke so quickly I didn't catch it. I looked at Niola, who filled in the blanks. "She says that yours is only the second cock to be inside her, ever." I was a bit surprised at that, but Niola continued. "She also said something that I am reluctant to tell you about... because I'm sure it will go right to your head... but it has to do with your size." She smiled, and kissed me. "Just remember whose man you are, you fucking stud." Amanda was breathing in little, short, panting breaths, that got sharper as I started to fuck her slowly. She had one hand on my chest, and one on my ass, and she soon had the hang of directing my motions by patting me in the appropriate area. At first, she was mostly telling me to slow down, but about ten minutes in, the hand on my ass began to take over. Her breathing started to reflect more pleasure than pain, and I picked up the pace a little. She began to flush, and came seconds later. She was a quiet cummer, not a screamer, like my Niola. The lack of volume didn't appear to diminish her pleasure, though, as she was growing redder each time she had an orgasm. The rubber was going to let me last quite a while, and I kept my pace steady and controlled, so I wouldn't run out of gas before I could cum. It was Niola who pulled me back, suggesting a position change. I think she had some selfish motives, as well, but I was soon back in Amanda's cunt, shafting her from behind. Niola had taken the spot on her back, legs spread wide, for Amanda's tongue to explore. I was soon pounding my cock into Amanda's vagina, and she was shuddering through another orgasm. Then another, and yet another. I admit, I was getting tired. Niola was sweating and screaming through her third orgasm under Amanda's tongue, who was apparently also a highly qualified lesbian licker. After a few more minutes, I was done. I pulled out and crashed down beside Niola, just about the time she had number four. She looked at me, with a dazed expression. She was suffering from post-orgasmic stress, poor dear. She was a puddle of flesh, unable to focus, or speak. She was an orgasm addict. Usually, I was her dealer, but today I had been replaced by Amanda and her superior oral skills. Niola pushed free of Amanda's attentions, and reached out for me. She literally ripped the condom off my cock, and wearily straddled me. She impaled herself in one stroke, groaning loudly. She was going to get me off, and began to fuck with all the energy she had, while I propped her up. Amanda took a position behind her, providing vertical support, and reaching around to grope her tits as well. As the effects of her most recent orgasm waned, Niola gained energy, control and enthusiasm. Before long, she was bouncing feverishly on my cock. The sight of her magnificent breasts jiggling in the hands of another woman, was having its inevitable effect. "Niola, my love, I'm gonna fill you up, unless you have another location in mind." Amanda may not speak much English, but she was still pretty observant. She was gesturing to her mouth. "Dans ma bouche! Je tiens à le goûter." I was pretty surprised, and so was Niola. She shrugged, and lifted off, allowing me to stand beside the bed. Both ladies perched on the bed's edge, mouths open and sexy pink tongues extended. Now that I had them side by side, for comparison, I can say that Amanda's tits were a little fuller, and rode higher, but Niola's breasts were larger overall, and had that 'je ne sais quoi' that tipped the balance. I had finished my boob window shopping, and felt the cum rising from my balls. I wanked faster, and sprayed both blondes with goo. Amanda tried to catch as much as she could, while Niola just let me spew, knowing she could clean up after. Speaking of after...I was done. For the second time , I watched my darling and a lesbian kiss each other, sharing and spreading my cum over each other's faces. My cock softened slightly, but didn't wilt, as the scene played out before me. When the girls had finished cleaning each other, they both went to work on me. Niola peeked up at me. "You're sure I can't be a lesbian?" I asked her. She laughed. "No, darling, you can't," she purred. A couple of weeks later, Michelle had the baby. I chickened out, and Niola took my place in the delivery room. In the next few weeks, Amanda and I repeated our tandem breastfeeding routine, several times, when it didn't interfere with the baby's schedule. Michelle was a fountain, spraying milk from her nipples when suitably aroused. I was a little jealous of Amanda when they left for home, knowing she would still be able to nurse alongside my son, who was cute as hell, by the way. But that was my only regret, and was far outweighed by our return to normalcy. Niola and I were snuggled in bed that night. The house was quiet, and empty, save for us. "Are you going to miss your friend, Sweetheart?" I asked, stroking her hair. "Actually, no. No, I won't miss her, because I have missed being alone with you. Now that I have you to myself again, I am fine. I know you will miss her tits, you predictable man." I blushed. "As for me, I've had enough lesbian pussy for quite some time. "Me too," I smiled, and we both laughed, snuggling deeper in each other's arms. We made love one more time that night, before falling asleep, cuddling like soul mates. I loved her, and she loved me. All was right in the world.**

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Title: Best Vacation Ever by danath Tags: Breast Sex, Cock Growth, Feline, Gender Shifting, Growth, Hermaphrodite, Leopard, Lioness, Milk, Other/Herm, Sex, Transformation This story is loosely associated with Sasha and the Beach. Consider them related, though not sequential. Also, has anyone else noticed there's no nippledick keyword? \* \* \* Jannie gasped as Markus splashed her. The 20-something lioness growled playfully as she splashed her friend back, drenching him in sea water. The leopard grinned and stuck his tongue out at her. Jannie grinned as they kept splashing each other in the waist-high water. The lioness's C-cup breasts, barely contained by a slight pink bikini, bounced in the sun, shimmering with water. She enjoyed showing off when she had the opportunity. Markus's chest was soaked as well, plastering his fur to his skin down to his black and red swim trunks, outlining his fit, muscular build. Nearby, their other two friends laughed as they watched. Gordon, a brown-furred short-hair feline in a pair of tight green swimming briefs, and Mandy, a strikingly-colored calico in a light-purple one-piece, lay in the water a few yards away, drifting on a couple of inflatable cushions. "So, you think it's funny, huh?" Markus shouted, and set a few sprays of water in their direction. Mandy shrieked and tumbled into the water, but Gordon just lay there, grinning as the water fell around him in drops. "Hey, keep it up, it feels nice!" he called back, resetting his sunglasses over the bridge of his nose. The four vacationers had rented a boat earlier in the day to explore the chain of tiny islands surrounding the tropical country they'd decided to visit. There was nobody else around for miles, it felt like - just beautiful blue ocean as far as the eye could see, dotted occasionally with a small plot of land and palm trees. Gordon let out a whoop as Jannie and Mandy tipped him over, dumping him into the water. He came up laughing and splashed them both with warm seawater. \* \* \* Unknown to the four friends (and occasional partners in bed), the tide was bringing more than water and sediment. Decades ago, during the height of the lax dumping laws, dozens of large multinationals discovered it was easier and cheaper to bury their barrels of waste in the waters off the atolls, rather than disposing of them legally and cleanly. A large scandal had ensued over the next decade, with many firings and fines, and a good portion of the waste was cleaned up before it did too much damage to the sea and islands. Unfortunately for the vacationers, not all of it had been found. Fifty years later, the rotting barrels were beginning to leak invisible radiation. Normally the small leaks would dissipate in the waters and never be of any harm to anyone. But thanks to the curious currents around the small atolls, the conflux of these various small deposits swirled together, right where Markus, Gordon, Mandy, and Jannie decided to stop for lunch. They'd been in the water for over an hour, soaking up chemicals, radiation, and other scientific waste, all invisible to the eye, even as it began to wreak havoc on their nervous systems, higher functions... even their very DNA. \* \* \* "Hey, let's call a truce and get something to eat!" Markus called out, bounding out of the water towards the shore. There was a cooler with plenty to eat and drink and the leopard was feeling suddenly hungry. The other three followed, each feelings similarly hungry. Mandy toweled herself dry as Gordon and Markus lugged the cooler closer to the water. Jannie pulled it open and grabbed a sandwich, with the others quickly following suit. "Man, I'm hungry," Gordon said. "Must be all this fresh air, huh?" "Sure," Mandy replied between bites. "Though it's not like you ever eat anything anyways." It was true - the brown-furred feline was skinny, but still in very good shape. Mandy had always liked him, especially since he took such good care of himself. Her eyes drifted down his chest and belly, enjoying the view of his abs showing through the light brown, almost cream-colored fur disappearing into his skimpy swimsuit. Jannie grinned as she swallowed the last of her sandwich and went for another. She was a big girl, the tallest of their group, though her constant companions never minded. Markus certainly never complained, though he enjoyed being on top anyways. Taking a bite of her new sandwich, Jannie tossed another to the others before sitting down on the sand next to Markus. "Hey, Mandy, you like giving us all shows?" Markus asked teasingly. Mandy looked confused for a moment before glancing down at her chest. She giggled and tried to cover her breasts with her arm, realizing her nipples were very hard and visibly poking out of the one-piece she wore. "Yeah, like you've never got a boner," she grumbled. Gordon polished off his sandwiches quickly and grabbed a beer before laying his head across Mandy's lap, purring loudly as he let the sun dry his fur. "I may get a boner with this view," he teased the other feline. Mandy sighed and glanced at Jannie as she ran her paws through the fur on Gordon's head. "Males, right?" Jannie grinned and leaned over to nuzzle Markus, feeling suddenly very frisky. "Totally right." Mandy grinned down at Gordon and grabbed his beer, taking a few swigs before handing it back. "Hey, get your own!" the feline protested. "That's what I keep you around for," Mandy said, kissing his forehead. Markus grinned as he slid his hand around Jannie's waist, pulling the larger lioness close to his slim frame, while his other paw grabbed a couple beers from the cooler. He handed one to Jannie and cracked the other for himself. "Hmmm... this taste funny to anyone else?" he asked, looking at the can. "Nah, it's just ‘cuz it's the local stuff," Jannie said after taking a deep drink. \* \* \* The four friends couldn't know what was happening. After attacking their bodies, the chemicals had well and truly FUBAR'd things up for the four of them. Their bloodstreams carried the pathogens to every cell in their bodies, including their taste buds, which were rapidly changing to accommodate more... sensual tastes. \* \* \* "Mmm... c'mere, babe," Markus said roughly, pulling Jannie close to his side. He tipped his muzzle up to meet hers and they kissed lightly. Then deeply. Then with tongue. Mandy coughed, making them both start. "Oh... uh, sorry," Jannie said, grinning. Hir paw slid slowly up and down Markus's backside. "Hey, I was just worried you were going to start without us!" Mandy said, joking. She leaned over and smooched Gordon, purring loudly. "By the way, Markus, now who's putting on a show?" Mandy said, glancing up at the leopard. Marcus looked down awkwardly and tugged at his shorts, trying to hid his obvious erection. He gave it up quickly and shrugged. "Eh, nothing you've never seen before," he said, grinning at Mandy. "Besides, your BFF is in the same spot as me!" Mandy looked down at Gordon and blushed. It was true - the brown-furred feline had an impressive erection in his briefs. It was visibly pulsing against the still-wet cloth and curled around his side a bit. Gordon grinned happily and winked at Mandy. "Nothing you've never seen before, right?" They laughed and chatted, gradually fondling each other more and more, until they stopped talking and began making out. They couldn't really explain why, but they just needed to, like some kind of primal urge had washed over them. \* \* \* It was close to a primal urge. The chemicals and radiation were sending their reproductive organs into overdrive, flooding their bodies with the urge to procreate. Not that they would become pregnant, necessarily, but they would feel the urge to fuck for a good long while, based on the amount of hormones flooding each of the four. \* \* \* Markus gasped, pulling away from the lioness for a moment. Her lips immediately went o his neck as he moaned loudly, his throbbing erection grinding into her belly as she pressed against him, legs straddling his hips. The leopard looked over, eyes widening as he saw Gordon and Mandy. Gordon had Mandy's swimsuit pulled halfways off. The feline's paw was firmly gripping Mandy's full breast, squeezing it roughly and tweaking the nipple. They were locked at the lips, completely inseperable, in an incredibly dirty kiss. Mandy's paw, he also noted quickly before returning his attentions to Jannie, was firmly stuck in Gordon's very full briefs. The sight of his two friends getting it on made Markus even more hot, which was strange, since that type of thing usually wouldn't get him going - he was a shower, not a viewer, after all. But his heart beat even faster as he slid his paw around to the back of Jannie's head and pulled her up roughly by the hair, demanding another deep kiss from the lioness. The leopard's other hand slid down to the lioness's hips, where he promptly ripped off her string bikini before slipping his fingers down the lioness's rump, until they dug into her very wet and warm pussy. Jannie was about to pull away, but Markus kept her in the kiss as he dug his fingers in, pressing in firmly, filling her up with three fingers at once. The lioness's eyes were wide and he could feel her teeth on his lower lip as she finally managed to pull back a few inches. "Ooooh... damn, you're bad," she crooned down at the leopard, hips gyrating frenziedly. Lioness and leopard alike turned their heads when they heard the cries from Gordon and Mandy. Gordon had his cock out and was firmly fucking the other cat from behind, doggy style, driving her forearms down into the sand with each thrust. They both watched, completely still, as they saw Gordon's cock go in and out of Mandy's sloppy pussy, pushing the strap of her swimsuit out of the way, each thrust making pre-cum squirt and the air echo with the sound of the feline's balls slapping against the back of Mandy's thighs. Markus had never really checked out Gordon before, but damn... the cat was hung like a horse! Jannie had similar thoughts as Markus as she watched. The sight was driving her crazy with need and she grinned down at Markus, fangs bared. "Bring it, bitch," Markus whispered, using his claws to shred his swim trunks, letting his cock swing up. It slapped against his belly and felt incredibly hard. The leopard panted, feeling hornier than he ever had in his life as Jannie's hips bore down on him, taking his cock all the way in one thick thrust. Jannie let out a deep, guttural purr as her fingers closed around his shoulders. Markus couldn't be sure, but her breasts looked huge as she started to ride him. The way she made them swing back and forth, barely held in by the ridiculously tiny string bikini top... Gordon shuddered as he plunged forward again, driving himself to the hilt over and over. Mandy moaned every time, needy and desperate noises that only spurred the lust-filled feline behind her on to fuck harder and deeper. \* \* \* Part of the problem with a giant mix of chemicals is that they get all mixed up, obviously, leading to unique and unexpected situations. For instance, the radiation and chemical mixture currently rattling around inside the four on the beach, besides affecting their reproductive urges, was doing weird things to their DNA as well. Specifically, adding more. \* \* \* Gordon shuddered and moaned deeply as he pumped forward and held himself inside Mandy. His cock burst in a thick shower of cum, flooding her insides before he pulled his hips back and came over her backside, shooting jet after jet of thick, sticky spooge, more than he'd ever shot before. He gasped heavily, clutching at Mandy's hips as he fell forward, laying across her backside. Mandy moaned and purred, hips wriggling, eager for more. She sat up and slid her paw up the side of Gordon's face as she leaned back against him, hips pressing into his still-hard shaft. "Give it to me again, baby," she moaned into his ear. Gordon grinned and took a deep breath, then, still kneeling, wrapped his arms around Mandy's belly and lifted her up before bodily setting her down on his thick erection. The felines moaned simultaneously as Gordon entered her again, less than a minute since finishing up the first time. Gordon's hips jerked as he fucked Mandy harder than before, using their new position to his full advantage as she leaned back against him, leaving his hands free to slid the rest of her swimsuit off her shoulders, freeing up her heavy breasts, which he eagerly palmed. They felt bigger than before. Gordon grinned over at Markus, who grinned back. The lioness was riding him like never before. It felt like she was going to crush his hips, but Markus didn't mind. He was giving as good as he got. Jannie leaned over, pushing her breasts into Markus's face. The leopard eagerly pulled one fat nipple into his muzzle, than another. He was so lost in pleasure as the lioness's hips thrust against him that he barely registered the thick squirts of milky cream dripping wetly from the lioness's incredibly full breasts. He didn't notice how large they were, or how they were lactating, or a few other things - like the second set quickly forming on Jannie's chest, just below the first pair. It wasn't until a coherent thought finally made it through his brain - something along the lines of "Four breasts is great! Wait... four?" that he took another look. Jannie's back was arched, presenting all four thick nipples to him as she leaned back, using her arms to pull his head up to her. "Jannie... uh... ooooh... fuuuuck..." He tried to tell the lioness something weird was happening, but the lioness was experiencing her orgasm and the subsequent clenching of internal walls left the leopard speechless. He involuntarily pumped his hips, cumming inside the larger feline, flooding her just as Gordon had done to Mandy. Thick rivulets of white seed, dripped from between Jannie's legs as shi continued to ride him, blissfully fucking him, barely registering the leopard's orgasm. Pleasure (and hormones) swamped Markus's mind, causing him to easily forget why something was wrong and return to suckling thick milk from all four of Jannie's thick nipples, loving how large and fat the nubs were becoming as he licked across them greedily. Gordon and Mandy had switched positions again by this time, only something even stranger was going on with the two house cats. \* \* \* Besides blurring the lines of right and wrong, the neurological impacts of the radioactive and chemical mixtures was to blur the lines of the four vacationer's own bodies - not just a pair of extra breasts, of course, but of gender as well. \* \* \* Gordon's ass was high in the air and Mandy had the last foot or so of his tail in her mouth as she kneeled behind him, pulling it up and back. That's weird, Jannie thought idly as she continued to grind down against Markus's hips and turned to watch the other two for a moment. When did Mandy get a cock? The formerly female feline behind Gordon shuddered and moaned as shi shoved hir thick, brand-new erection into the folds of Gordon's equally new pussy. The former male's chest was swollen, growing rapidly as the new hermaphrodite behind him fucked him harder and harder, abusing his new femininity with glee. Very soon, in a reversal of the previous scene, Mandy let out a long groan of bliss and came hard inside Gordon. Hir swollen cock exploded inside him, dumping thick loads of spunk from hir heavy, large testicles. Shi pulled out, spraying ropes of cum across Gordon's backside. The brown feline turned over, hands on hir new breasts, and opened hir muzzle, catching some of the thick spooge in hir muzzle. "Again," shi moaned, hips undulating rapidly into the air. Mandy shivered and grinned hugely, hir fat cock barely able to fit in hir hand - and it was still growing, just like Gordon's, which was slapping rudely against his belly, the head just below his brand new set of double-D cups. As if in a dream, Jannie turned hir head away from the other two, wondering why shi couldn't feel Markus's muzzle on hir fat nipples anymore. Looking down, shi quickly realized why: Markus's muzzle was otherwise occupied with a fat, throbbing, huge cock jutting from between hir legs. It speared out, pushing right between Markus's swollen breasts and aching, dripping nipples, straight into hir muzzle. It was ridiculously big, the width of the thing, and Markus could hardly fit it in hir mouth at all. Jannie lifted hir hips upwards, gasping as shi looked down. Markus's dick had grown at least three times over in size. It was so thick... but it felt so good. Much better than before, shi decided, as shi forced hirself back down onto the throbbing staff, enjoying the way the wonderfully thick head had to spread hir pussy out so wide before it slid into hir. Markus gurgled around Jannie's erection, suckling down pre-cum as quickly as he could. But the new hermaphroditic lioness was making more than shi could handle and clear pre flooded out the corners of his mouth. Pulling off, Markus grinned at the lioness and rolled hir over, onto hir back. The leopard grabbed both of Jannie's ankles and pulled them to the right, leaving the lioness laying half on hir back, half on hir side. Jannie's maleness throbbed, dripping into the sand, as Markus gripped his other erection in a paw and stroked, growling heavily as he slid up behind the lioness, his new cock dripping with excitement. Jannie shuddered as shi felt the leopard's fat shafts slide against hir bubble-butt. As they entered hir roughly, lubed with copious amounts of pre-cum, the lioness moaned heavily and pushed back. If one massive dick was pleasure, this could only be heaven. Markus leaned over hir as shi pumped hir hips forward, pressing hir breasts into Jannie's side as his muzzle searched out hirs. Gordon was ignoring everything. Shi didn't see Markus's wonderful new endowment - shi was too busy playing with hir own. The brown-furred feline was fucking the daylights out of the calico, using two massive erections to drill the other herm roughly. Laying on top of hir, holding hir knees up with hir own arms, Gordon growled hotly as he pumped his hips hard and rough, quickly plunging twin shafts into Mandy's ass and pussy. Mandy's paws groped Gordon's four breasts equally, playing with the herm's new nipples, milking them as thick cream began to pump from the elongated nubs. Shi moaned, squeezing hirself around the thick heads. It felt like two two-liter bottles made of solid, warm plastic were being shoved into hir body at the same time. Gordon leaned over just a little more, a blissful expression on hir face, as Mandy leaned up and started to suckle one of those distended nipples eagerly. Shi barely noticed how big and fat hir own four fat nips were growing as they rubbed against Gordon, but shi was in love with the one in hir muzzle. Shi pulled on it, moaning around it, feeling Gordon cum inside hir again. Gordon didn't stop, though, and neither did shi as thick spooge dripped liberally from hir ass and pussy, soaking into the sand around them. All Mandy wanted was that thick, long nipple spraying milk in hir muzzle... shi sucked harder, treating it like a little cock as it spurted rhythmically, growing harder and longer in hir muzzle... \* \* \* The effects of the radiation should be clear by now... needless to say, it took a while longer before the four regained their senses enough o realize what had happened to them. Fortunately, there wasn't much disappointment in their new bodies thanks to the chemicals effects on their neurological system. Their brains were now hardwired differently, enough to handle their plentiful new assets. Each was now sporting a pair of erections, each single one large enough o put any draft horse to shame; four massive breasts, dripping milk and honey; and bodies as powerful as they could hope for, which was plenty, considering the weight of their new endowments. \* \* \* Jannie groaned deeply as shi felt Gordon straddle hir twin monstrosities, each as thick as his leg and throbbing with need. The feline was standing above them, legs spread, and teasing hir mercilessly. Markus and Mandy, meanwhile, took two breasts each and were busily fucking and sucking them, thrusting against the lioness's fat and thick nipplecocks, while jacking each other off at the same time, discovering just how good it felt to have two insanely big dicks each. It was a ridiculous scene, Jannie thought later, but at the time, shi could do little more than close hir eyes and try not to go into shock as pleasure swamped hir again and again, even as Markus took both hir erections into his ass and pussy for the fifth straight time. \* \* \* Their DNA changes complete, the four friends took several long and glorious hours to tire each other out, firmly exploring every hole, new and old, with every new appendage, new and old. Their taste buds were adapted to seek out cum and the taste was more than enough to keep them going, as well as providing nourishment thanks to their new internal workings. They scraped together enough clothes and blankets to make themselves decent before the trip back on the boat to their hotel, though the guy who rented it to them was surprised, since he could have sworn he rented it out to two girls and two boys, not four incredibly stacked hotties. Still, they managed to get home alright, though Jannie had a close call on the airplane and Mandy had to take hir to the bathroom for a quickie. The airline staff was shocked when cleaning the plane later. Jannie had left a message scrawled on the mirror â€" "Sorry for the mess!" â€" but it did little to placate the cleaners. Fortunately, though their situation wasn't reversible, they managed to start a successful new porno company â€" Pria Beach Productions - with themselves as the main stars. The company was located on the atoll where they changed, though they never said why, and by that time the currents had changed, so nobody else could do so either. That was probably for the best.

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Bad Shake Her stomach gurgled oddly under her hands. Holding her belly, she swore. “Aww, damn it.” She was still several blocks from her hotel room. Hoping she could make it she broken into as fast a trot as she dared given the flip-flopping of her guts. Stopping at a light she crossed her legs, feeling the cramps that ripped through her. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, I knew that milkshake tasted weird. That’s the last time I get a shake from some no-name greasy dive in a strange town.” She groaned as she waited for the light which seemed to take forever. The light changed, but she felt like she wasn’t going to make it back to her hotel. Her belly felt bloated and her pants were painfully tight. She was relieved when she finally managed to walk into the building. Eschewing the elevator, she dashed up the stairs, her guts feeling like they were going to burst. Of course, this was the time the card reader just had to malfunction. She swore as she tried to get it to read. “Work, damn it, you sorry piece of shit. Work!” It took several swipes before she managed to get the door open, the little green light flashing in mockery of her discomfort. She grunted as she pushed her way into the hotel room. The door had barely slammed behind her before she’d ripped the top button on her jeans open and yanked down the zipper. Immediate relief washed over her as the pressure felt like it finally had someplace to go. Sighing in relief she struggled to pull of her jeans, only remembering to kick her flats off at the last second. With the pressure released she didn’t feel so bad now, still she stepped into the bathroom just in case. Closing the door, the long mirror’s reflection startled her. Her belly looked bloated and swollen under the hem of her sweater. Cautiously she lifted the hem up, only to reveal a small, pinkish, bulge. She prodded it slightly, shocked to see four small nubs suddenly popped out of the expanding flesh. “Holy shit.” She stared, at the pink pooch and its odd nubs as the entire thing continued to swell. Grasping one of the nubs, she pulled lightly, only to find herself sprayed in small white droplets. They went everywhere, splashing across the mirror’s polished surface. Pulling her hand away, she sniffed at the liquid running down her fingers. It gave off a faint, but pleasing odor. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, how the hell am I going to explain having grown an udder?” She moaned. The bulge was huge now, and warm. She sat herself on the edge of the tub, caressing it gently. Her fingers slid across each of the nubs, flicking them lightly. The thickening teats snapped to attention under her fingers. It felt nice, sensitive and dare she think it? Sexy. She smiled, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?

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Title: I Spy Something Hungry by Komatose Tags: Cock, Cock Vore, Horse, M/M, Muscle, Oral, Otter, Percheron, Protein Shake, semen, vore Disclaimer: This is a fictional, adult-orientated furry story and is not appropriate for readers under the age of 18. The following story contains matter of M/M sexual encounters. If you do not like M/M, furry, or any kind of sex, do not read this. I do not own the rights for brand names used in the story, but the characters, town names, and story titles belong to me and me only. Thanks for choosing to read my story! Please enjoy it. If you have any comments, feel free to post them or e-mail me at [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) \*\*\*\*\*\*\* \*\*\*\*\*\*\* \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I Spy...Something Hungry By Komatose © 2011 \*\*\*\*\*\*\* \*\*\*\*\*\*\* \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Liam could not believe what he was doing...Was he a fool for doing it? Was he making the right move for what he was about to do, or was it going to end up a big mistake that would certainly change his future from here on out? Well, there was no turning back now! Bradley was waiting for him, the biggest horse on the football team, hundreds of pounds of muscle, bone, and flesh packed into a nine foot tall equine body. Liam's webbed paw shook as he looked at the door he was about to knock on, door 169D, Brad lived in a dorm, it seemed, he wondered if he had any roommates...He was sure if he did, that those guys would really feel small compared to him. Reaching forward to the door with his paw still shaking nervously, his lip quivering, he gave it a rattling knock. And there he stood, arms to the side, dressed in a simple blue button down with brown shorts and sandals on his webbed paws, good attire for the warm weather outside. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, remember what he had seen days before...The Perhcheron stallion masturbating in the showers of the gym...shooting so much seed all over...and he knew that he was being watched and he did it all on purpose! Now Liam, who had watched it all and was given a phone number before the stallion parted ways, used the number and contacted him, invited over to meet him What was going to happen? That was not mentioned at all. Perhaps a date for the evening? Some cuddling on the sofa? Some rough sex? As much as Liam WANTED that, he was really scared that would happen, he had never had anal before and he was sure that it would not be easy with a horse as well hung as Brad was. Liam's heart skipped as he heard a heavy stomping from behind the door, like the typical horror movie where a monster was about to reach a closed door and burst through it. But what his round ears heard was a few clicks, and then, the knob turned and slowly the door came open...the entire frame blocked by a wall of stallion muscle. "Hey. Come in." Said the titan as Liam's eyes were bulging out, his brow a little moist with sweat and his heart beating quickly as he noticed that the horse was not wearing a shirt! Those washboard eight pack abs stacked like cinder blocks on his torso, topped with two massive concrete slaps acting as pecs with huge, teacup sized black nipples protruding...Liam could not even see his handsome equine face from behind the chest, just the big nostrils that snorted as the horse turned around, showing his wide hips, big ass, and tied up tail, showing off his backside nicely. He looked at the legs of the male, his hooves, wide as garbage can lids, the calves, like basketballs...every part of this draft horse was just so damn huge! Nodding softly and stepping inside, he closed the door behind and turn to face the other, the three foot height difference was really daunting and intimidating as he cleared his throat. "Ahem...Hi...Brad." He said in a rather shaky, nervous tone, looking side to side, seeing no one in the rather messy pad, clothes on the floor, beer cans on the coffee table, something blaring on the television, sports equipment and books scattered next to fast food bags and other garbage...the horse was a pig! Liam could not believe someone like him lived so slovenly...at least the smell was not bad, all it smelled like was horse...Godly, clean, sexy horse...that familiar musk tickling his nose and sending a shiver up his spine. "Liam, right?" His booming voice like the sounds of boulders colliding asked the otter, a slight hick afterwards...had he been drinking? "Yeah...Met you in the..." Liam was saying before being cut off by the loud horse. "...Shower room? Yeah...That was fun to watch wasn't it?" Said the Percheron with a snicker, his wide, bright teeth smiling down at the otter as he bent a bit to look down at him and let his face and green eyes be seen. His pants were so tight...Just a simple pair of exercise shorts, that was all he had on...his bulge was immense, as it naturally was. Liam blushed heavily as he could see the exposed tip of Brad's sheath out in the open, his pants tugged down a little too far to cover it...then he belched, loudly, making the otter shake and feel a bit disgusted. "Uh, Brad? What did you want me to come over to do? Were we going to go out for..." He was cut off again. "Heh, sorry...I have been drinkin'...kinda...buzzed right now..." He said with a deep rumble of his chest and a snort of his nostrils, staggering back a bit to take a nice, slow look over the other, seeing the red in his cheeks, imagining the tightness of that little otter hole...he was so damn cute... Liam was feeling a bit disappointed, but at the same time, his mind was swelling with naughty things, he wanted to play with the horses cock so badly, but was this what he SHOULD be doing or what he WANTED to do? He felt his own sheaths stir a bit at the thought... "Well, I guess you want to just stay...he...he...here..." Liam said as he was trailed off...the fucking horse had his huge hands at the side of his own waist, sliding his damn pants down! His fat, thick leathery sheath flopped out into the open, slapping against his last set of monstrous abs rather wetly as the shorts finally came to a point where they fell to his hooves...the shorts alone were enough to be a sleeping bag for Liam. Those horse balls, swollen, fat...heavy...the size of two low hanging cantaloupes trapped inside of a thick black sac. The stallion's powerful tongue licked across his black lips as he looked down at the little treat he had trapped in his dorm. No one lived with him, he mainly forced out anyone that was too big, and anything that was smaller than him would mysteriously end up missing, Brad claimed that they just up and left, ran off without saying a word and were never heard from again. Well, with as big and bossy as the horse was, perhaps that was right... "I wanna have some fun..." Said the horse in a simple, low, demanding voice...Oh God...Liam was getting a bit scared now as he heard the words and backed up, his back bumping the door. But he wanted this, right? Or did he not? God damn...that cock was growing...it snaked down further, to the end of his balls, showing no sighs of stopping... "B-brad...I...Don't think this is a good..." "Oh yes it is..." Brad said as two gargantuan hands reached for the small male, grabbing the otter's shoulders and lifting him with ease. Brad's arms, each one the size of Liam himself, wrapped around the otter a he was pressed firmly against the chest of the horse, his nose meeting the other, seeing those eyes close up, feeling the power around him, his sheath betrayed him as he started to become aroused. Suddenly, the horses immense tongue came out and lick right across the face of the otter in his arms, slobbering beer smelling saliva all over him before the huge lips pressed firmly against the other in a wet, sloppy kiss. Liam shuddered as he felt the horse almost suck on his face, the loud mouth of the horse licking him and tasting his sweet male flavor "Mmm...so little and cute...mine...all mine..." Brad said in a hypnotic, almost stupid tone as he turned around, his cock swaying between his tree-trunk thick legs, slapping them nosily as he passed the messy main room, kitchenette, and right to were his bed made to fit a giant was located. Liam was too afraid to say anything, because not only was he covered in alcoholic spit, he was getting horny as well, feeling his cock pressed against the solid wall of abs the horse had, and smelling his potent equine musk that almost burned his sensitive nose, he was completely taken over now. "I love cute little guys...So little...perfect fit..." The horse went on in his deep, sensual voice, sounding quite stupefied, but his grip loosened as Liam slid down and was stopped by something...a rock hard horse cock between his thighs. He gasped and look back, seeing the flared head drooling down onto the bed, soaking into the sheets without a care as he looked back into the face of the other. What did he mean a good fit? That thing was huge! "Brad, we can't do this! I am a virgin!" Liam tried to protest but that did not matter to a horny, drunk stallion. Not one bit. Brad's huge hands started to molest the otter, groping his back, sides, his chest, belly...grasping his pants and feeling his hard dick straining in his briefs. Those huge hands came around to the otter's tail, tugging on it a few times until it came to the nice bubbly ass cheeks to groped them...Liam had never been touched by hands so large and strong, he was already moaning, his eyes rolling back as he was held up by a horse's penis. "No matter...makes you all the sweeter..." Said the horse as he finally lifted Liam from his dick, making the flesh pole bounce as precum spurted onto the bed, the median ring and veins pulsing on the ebon and pink flesh. Liam was let go and dropped onto the wet bed, precum getting onto his shorts as the strong, demanding hands of the horse went for his pants, tugging them off in a hungry lust, the small otter gasping and whimpering as he felt his cock exposed and slap against his own belly, the horse letting out a loud snort as he dropped the pants at the end of the bed. He began to drool a bit, his cock throbbing, wanting to feed so badly it hurt, causing his balls to groan and swell as he forced the shirt off of the otter. Liam could hear the balls groaning, at first he thought it was the horses gut but it seemed to strange... "Brad! Be gentle!" He demanded, feeling deeply shy, his cheeks crimson red. He knew that he could not resist...but what if he said no? Would the horse stop? Was he too drunk to care or would he listen? But he did want to feel his quivering pink tailhole take that horses dick so badly.. "Stop squirming..." Said the horse in a dominate tone as his hands tugged at the shirt, popping a button off as he did not give a shit about the wrapper the otter was wearing. There was only one place for Liam to go, little did he know, and Brad was sure that he was going to end up there. Finally, the little otter was now naked and ready for his final destination, his sweet scented, slim, toned body looking irresistible. "Wait..." Said Liam as he sat up a bit and reached for the cock. "Can I at least...play with it?" He asked with his cheeks red and his tongue twitching to taste the horse meat. Pausing, Brad put his huge hands at his sides, puff out his chest, and look down with a grin. "Oh yeah, babe...that is just what I want you to do...get real friendly with my dick..." He said...calling him babe...now that really made Liam's heart skip as he leaned in with an open maw, his tongue reaching for the horse's flared head and running over the flat flesh, precum spraying down his throat as he gagged on it and coughed...it was surprisingly sweet, so potent as it danced on his tongue and almost drowned him. The horse snorted and reached down to his own balls to grope and rub them. "I was waiting for you...I am so hungry...I have not had anything since my last roommate..." He said in a low moan, huffing deeply from his massive chest and hands going back for a nipple to pinch and groan as Liam was licking that flared head like a lolly pop, lips coming to suckle around the fleshy rim, tongue flicking the protruding urethra as he made the horse moan, buck, and whiney loudly. Liam heard the words...what the hell was he taking about? Did his last roommate do this as well? Just as Liam ran his slippery pink tongue over that sponge urethra...he felt his tongue stop, as if a pair of fingers had grasped him. He paused and look up, feeling his tongue get tugged on again as his lips met the flat equine glans. Brad was just standing above, smiling, looking down at his little meal. "Bwad...My ung is thtuck..." Liam tried to say with his tongue locked, he could feel it inside the urethra...it was like it had grabbed on to him, but the precum was still flowing around his tongue, like spit, coating his entire chin and chest as suddenly a huge horse hand rested on the back of the otter's head. "Good..." Said the horse as a second hand came to hold his cock behind the flared head...and he did something that caught Liam off guard...he shoved his head forward, and the flared head of the horse stretched way beyond anything normal and wrap around his little otter muzzle. Needless to say, Liam tried to scream as a horse's cumslit was sucking on his face, but his muffled cries went unheard as the hungry horse shoved the entire head of the otter into his fanned cockhead, looking down to see the outline of the otter's cranium inside of his dick. "Oh yeah...gonna be so good..." He said as he rocked his hips, the panicking otter starting to squirm about, his hands punching the stallion in the legs, sides, abs, but it was like punching a solid wall as the horse forced the shoulders of the otter into his dick, copious amounts of preseed making it like a waterslide. The urethra spread wide open like a huge sleeping bag, an otter shaped bulge making its way down the two foot tube as a muffled scream was heard. The bed shook as Liam's toned body wriggled, trying to get free, but the horse had a grip that not let go as Liam felt his arms pinning to the side of his body, the hungry cock slurping him right in as it started to close over his chest. "Nnngh...Good boy..." Said Brad in a deep rumble as he gave a rough thrust forward, Liam sinking in to his waist, the muscular tail and legs thrashing about, kicking only the wet bed. Liam's head was inside of the testicles now, screaming as there was nothing but an air pocket and gallons of seed inside, crude burbling sounds coming from inside the black leathery sac. "Fuck yeah...wiggle for me....feels so damn good..." The horse said using one arm the slide Liam in, his cock strong enough to hold the otter's body and remain rigid and standing at attention, the horse using one hand to tilt his cock up and let gravity take effect, and one hand to pinch his nipples to pleasure himself even more. Liam could not believe where he was...he was terrified, was this really how he was going to die? This was the end? He was inside Brad's nuts, his legs sticking out from the knees down and his tail swishing to and fro as if he was trying to swim, only pleasuring the beast even more. Liam's hard cock was rubbing against the slick insides of the penis as he was pulled into his paws, the tail wiggling about completely encased inside of the equine dick. Liam was feeling not pleasure in this, as his muffled screams fell on deaf ears, his heart racing with fear and panic. Brad saw the webbed, wiggling paws, giving them a little tickle before shoving them into his cock with a blissful moan, a nice spurt of precum sealing the otter's fate for good. Liam screamed, kicked, punched as his body started to curl up inside of the horse's nutsack, his air running out as he felt lightheaded and was turning blue in the face, not that he could see that since all he could see was a faint glow of the light from outside of the balls. Brad turned around and sit his big ass on the bed, grasping his cock and running his hands over it like he did in the shower, playing with the median ring, tugging at the flared head, shoving a finger into the urethra to pleasure himself as his grossly inflated balls touched the floor, groaning, churning, and burbling. Liam closed his eyes, his body slowing down as he realized that this really was a horrid mistake...he should have...not...called...that...number...and he closed his eyes as all went black, his chocolate brown body losing its form and slowly turning white as he was digested by the horse's hungry balls. Brad felt his balls churn and groan and turned the otter into something more useful, a protein shake. Brad did not get is big size by working out all on its own, he did this at least bi-monthly to get a major protein injection to really fill out his frame. Brad looked at the head of his cock and smile. "Time for dinner..." He blurted, hiccupping as soon the alcohol in his belly mixed with something else. Leaning in, his wide lips wraped around his cockhead as he bent his body, as well as he could, just managing to take in the first inch or two of his fat cockstraw. Gulping on the sweet precum, his balls groaned loudly, so full of seed, heavy and shuddering as they needed to empty with such a huge load they had created. The balls, now the size of a full garbage bag with the clear left and right tell-tale shape, tugged up, ready to expel after a good, rough fucking from the owner's hungry maw. Brad's hooves stomped on the floor, his muscles tensed up as he felt the flow about to begin, his loins burning with blissful sensations as his straw began to work for him, veins bulging out as blood powered that tube, his throat hungry for a liquid shake as finally, his cock erupted Liam back out but in a different form, the otter now a solid ten gallons or more of semen, thick, rich, and packed with protein as Brad gulped on his cock, every single drop running down his throat, his corded neck bulging out with each gulp he took of the shake he made. He sucked on his own cock for a good five minutes to make sure Liam was completely discharged, sliding down his gut as pure semen, the horse's belly bulging out from behind his wall of abs, making them look like he was pregnant but still muscular, his navel began to shudder and suddenly popped out with a lewd sound, just like the tab on a Thanksgiving turkey would to signal it was done cooking. The horse groaned as his balls rested at their normal size, the stallion panting, wiping his lips with his arm and his huge tongue lapping at his own thick lips. His head swirling with euphoria, the most sensational feeling he had ever felt was doing this very thing, but knowing that he could only do it once with whoever he chose to...didn't bother him one bit. "Mmmm...Chocolate..." He said with a goofy chuckle and a loud, room shuddering belch that rattled the windows, his softening cock being dropped to limply sway between his massive legs. The horse then fell back onto the bed and turn out the lamp at the nightstand as he was too tired and exhausted to even shower or lock the door. The Percheron let out a gaping yawn, some seed still coating his tongue as a loud gurgle came from deep down his esophagus and closed his eyes. His huge, thick fingers came to stroke over his bulged belly, groaning and gurgling once more as the huge load of semen that was once an otter began to break down to feed his muscles. "Goodnight...whatever your name was..." He said with a loud, gaping yawn and got his pillow under his head, his mountainous chest slowly heaving as he wondered just how much he would be able lift this time around when he headed to the gym tomorrow.

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Title: Charlie Barkins gay encounter part 5 by Nicholas Hanson Tags: Gay, German Shepherd, Male, Yiff Charlie wakes up and yawns and then stretches and sees nick looking at him. Nick:oh good your awake. did you sleep well? Charlie:yeah i did nick. thank you for asking. Nick:looks like you had a wonderful dream huh charlie Charlie:huh? \*looks at his cock and smiles as it was all long and hard and his knot was showing too\* oh yeah your right. i guess i did. Nick looked at it too and he was thinking of how he would like charlie to fuck him with it so badly. and then nick look back at charlie before he saw nick looking at his long and hard cock. Nick:so what were you dreaming about \*sits on the couch with charlie when charlie got up and sat down on it\* Charlie:i was dreaming of me and sasha. we were here in this room and sasha was rubbing my sheath until my cock came out. after a while it did and then i asked sasha if she wanted it in her mouth. Nick:oh? \*tring not to smile cause he knew charlie didn't know it was him who sucked his cock yet\* what did she say? Charlie:she said that she wanted to. and she sorta sounded and giggled manly too. Nick:you don't say. Charlie:yeah. but it was ok though. and when she was sucking on it i put a paw on her head and her hair looked like she didn't perm it or anything. but i didn't mind cause i was having a good time with her. Nick:that's nice to know. did you cum alot in her mouth Charlie:yeah i did. and i filled her up too. oh man i better go and tell her and tell her that i had a great time cause i know she was here as well as my dream. she must of left before i woke up so she wouldn't of been embarrised that she did it when she was upset with me. Nick:umm yeah she must of been. i was in my room the whole time so i didn't see anything. itchy and his new friend were there too. Charlie:oh ok. well i'm going to go and see sasha now and see if she's calmed down any. if not then i will have to do some major smooth talk to get her back. Nick:ok charlie. good luck with that i guess. Charlie:thanks. i could use all the luck i could get. Then charlie got off of the couch and ran out of the apartment and ran to the flea bite. when he got there he peak inside to see sasha getting ready for something and others where helping her too. Charlie:uhhh sasha are you still mad at me from earlier today Sasha heard him and turned around to see him at the entrance looking at her like he was a little nervous. Sasha:no charlie i'm not \*walks to him and sits down\* i'm really sorry for yelling in your face like that. Charlie:ok sasha i forgive you. Sasha:that's good. i'm glad you saved nick from them bullies too. picking on him like that for no reason at all. they deserved the beating you gave them. Charlie:whait a minute. how did you know know i beat them up. sasha:annabelle showed me what happened when she came here a few minutes ago. Annabelle:yes charlie i did \*comes from the back and walks to charlie and sasha and sits with them\* Charlie:oh annabelle there you are. Annabelle:you did save nick from being bullied. and i was so thrilled that you did a good deed too that i knew sasha wouldn't believe you without proof. Sasha:yeah. well i was kinda overreacting too when i grabbed you by the neck and yelled in your face. Annabelle:it's ok sasha i know you didn't mean to. you thoght charlie was lieing to you like he almost always does. and it's so hard to tell when he actually tells the truth. Sasha:i know annabelle and thanks for showing me the real thing so i could see it with my own eyes Annabelle:your welcome sasha. anything to help out a friend. Charlie:thank you annabelle for helping me out. if you didn't show sasha that footage then she might still be upset with me. Annabelle:why your welcome charlie. Charlie:so what's going on here anyways Sasha:well we're going to have a concert here later on and we're getting everything ready too. Charlie:oh a concert huh. how lovely. maybe i would like to join and sing a few songs myself. and itchy can join me too. Sasha:sure charlie. and ask if nick would like to come to the concert too. Charlie:oh i will and i'll ask itchys new friend if he wants to go too. nick said itchy had a new friend. Sasha:oh that's nice. so now we have two new friends to show around. Annabelle:yeah cause they are new to this town. Charlie:yeah and we'll show them the best time too and show them the best places to have fun and the best places to get the best food around. Sasha:yes we will. and they are always welcome to come here too anytime. Annabelle:yeah they are. and i can't wait for them to meet me too even thogh i know about them and saw them. Charlie:by the way annabelle why are you here. Annabelle:well i'm here helping out for the concert. and well i'm also going to be here to listen to my man. he's a rapper and he told me that he was going to do a rap about me and him and how we are much in love and how much we care about each other. Annabelle then smiles and blushes as she thinks about her boyfriend Ed wolfdog. Charlie:oh that's so sweet that he's going to rap about you and him annabelle. i'll have to think up of a great song that will get the crowd cheering for more so then your boyfriend can do his rap for them. and mostly for you annabelle. Annabelle:that would be great charlie. well you better go and tell the others so they can get ready for later on. Charlie:oh right. but before i go. sasha you didn't have to leave the apartment. we had a fun time and you made me smile and moan with joy. and i'm glad i could give you all of my cum in your mouth and you swallowed it all down too. but your hair didn't feel like it was permed though. but i see you did perm it when you came back here. Sasha:what are you talking about charlie. i was here the whole time helping the otheres here getting everything ready for the concert. Charlie:oh come on sasha. you can't lie to me. you always or most of the time tell the truth. and i know you were at mine and itchys place and you sucked my cock and deepthroated it good until i cummed all of it inside your mouth and i heard you drink it all down too. and then you left before i woke up. Annabelle:no charlie it's true. sasha was here all this time helping out with the concert. cause i was here with her the whole time. Sasha:yeah charlie. Charlie then gets a smurky smile on his face and he looks at both of them. Charlie:your joking right. cause if this is a joke or a prank then you got me. Annabelle&sasha:it's no joke or prank charlie Then charlie looks all confused and started to think to himself. Sasha:what's wrong charlie. you look a little confused right now Charlie:oh uhh it's nothing. i'll go and tell the other guys about the concert later tonight so they can join the show and have some fun. Charlie then left the flea bite and was thinking about what happened earlier when he was asleep as he walked to the apartment. Sasha:i wonder why he thought i was at his apartment when i was here the whole time. and i wonder why he thought i was sucking his dick too. Annabelle:i know why. and it's best not to tell charlie either. Sasha:tell charlie what annabelle? Then annabelle told sasha about nick being gay and that he started to have a crush on charlie and that it was nick who sucked on charlies dick when charlie was sleeping. and that charlie was dreaming of sasha as nick sucked on his dick too. sasha then started to burst out laughing. Sasha:so it was nick who sucked charlies dick and charlie thought it was me when nick was sucking on it cause charlie was dreaming of me sucking on it. Annabelle:yeah sasha. and if charlie found out then he might freak out or flip when he hears this. so please don't say a word about this to him. Sasha:oh ok annabelle. as a promise girl to girl i won't tell charlie. it'll be much funnier to watch when or if he finds out himself and he freaks out or flips. Annabelle:yeah. but i hope he doesn't get to upset at nick though. he's a good and nice guy. Sasha:yeah he is. Charlie:\*thinking as he almost gets to the apartment\* if it wasn't sasha who sucked my cock and itchy was in nicks room with him and itchys new friend then who was the one sucked my cock. now i'm really confused.

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Title: Guy Time by Valanx Tags: Bear, Canine, Dog, Friendship, Gay Relationships, M/M, Oral, Romance, dating Hey all. So, being off of school for the week means lots of writing is going on! Yay! So here's a story that I started around the time FA started, drawing on a lot of older and newer inspiration from various places, and finished up tonight. I am a big fan of Thanksgiving. Quite frankly, I prefer it to Christmas. Thanksgiving is the one holiday that hasn't been commercialized to oblivion (though Black Friday and football keep trying to take it over), and it really means a lot to me. Mostly because I love cooking, I love eating, and I love getting to see Pikachu in the parade. Seriously, highlight of my entire year, right there. I'm rambling. Anyway, considering it's such a special holiday, I was hoping to get something extra out this break for you guys as a bit of a present, and I'm glad to say I managed it. Happy T-day. --- Christopher's glass clinked against the table. He licked his nose. "I know I want to," he said, voice low. "I'm just..." The clatter of cutlery, the low rumble of conversation. Ed stuffed some saucy tortellini into his mouth, chewed thoughtfully. His eyes, bemused, surveyed the other male, as he tried to think how to proceed. This was the third time they'd had lunch together this week. And it was only Wednesday. "Well, don't let's make it a big deal," the black bear rumbled, settling on a disarming move. "Heh. Okay." Christopher looked up at him, and Ed caught sight of those shy hazel eyes that kept dodging his gaze. The Great Dane picked up his paper napkin, used it to gently wipe the side of his muzzle. Italian food. They both liked it. They'd gone other places, in the few weeks this thing had been going on, but this was one of their favorites. They were outdoors, with the autumn sun peeking in and out behind patchy clouds; a darkening horizon hinted at rain that afternoon. The chairs and tables were wrought iron; the courtyard was flagstones. People came and went along the sidewalk, so that Ed could watch them head downtown, and Christopher could watch them make for midtown. The great dane was wearing a blue-gray polo today, tucked into his khakis. The business-casual attire always did nice things to his tall, slender, yet blocky figure... or maybe Ed just had a thing for guys in polos. It wouldn't be the first time that had caused problems at work, he thought, adjusting himself in his chair slightly. Work. Ed sighed a little. In just a little while, they'd have to go back to it. Go back to being co-workers, having businesslike discussions about micrometers and solder and unit cost. Instead of things like... "You're cute..." Ed said, his voice low. Christopher blushed a little, ducking his head; his floppy ears swung forward a bit. Ed liked that about him. His ears. Particularly in the city, some canines chose to have them cropped once they turned 18... or before, if they were particularly rebellious, and could find someone willing to perform the procedure on a minor. Christopher's natural ears gave him a bit of a younger, or perhaps more rural, or perhaps more nerdy, flare... The great dane took a sip of his drink to cover his moment of speechlessness. "Shut up. We're in public." Ed chuckled, having expected such a response. "I won't get to say it in an hour. Let me get it out of my system." The dog grumbled a little. Munched on his cannelloni. Then, abruptly, he said, "All right." Ed looked up, a little surprised; the request hadn't been one he'd expected a response to. Then, he realized that Christopher was replying to something else entirely. The dog had stopped eating, and was staring at his plate, fork intertwined with pasta and cheese. "Just... no... expectations, right? Whatever happens... well, it happens." "That's what I thought," Ed said sincerely. "And if nothing happens..." "Then nothing happens." The bear nodded. Christopher looked at him, and then smiled a little. "I don't... I don't think nothing will happen, I want something to happen... but..." "If you want me to sleep on the couch, I will," Ed said, with a bit of a chuckle. Then, more seriously, "And if you want me to go home, I'll do that too." The great dane looked at him, chewing slowly. "Can we... um. Can we go to your place?" The bear blinked. "Okay. Wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with that." "My place is kind of small..." Christopher said. "And it's a mess. And..." he gulped, and then muttered, "...a-and I... kinda wanna sleep in your bed." Ed grinned. "Okay," he said agreeably, shifting a little again. It was funny, how you never noticed your underwear normally... "But, let's run by my place first, so I can change and do some stuff," Christopher said. "Uh, that is, if you don't mind driving me over there. I took the bus today, so." ...and then you thought of a great dane changing and, wow! That's what they feel like! Ed shifted a bit more, scraping the last few tortellini into the corner of his bowl. "Nope, fine with me." "Shouldn't take long or anything. And then..." Christopher, embarrassed, shrugged. "Whatever you want to do..." Ed shrugged. "Watch some TV, play some video games, order a pizza. Not a big deal, remember? Guy time." Christopher smiled at that, seeming more comfortable with the idea. "Right." And then... they'd probably sleep in the same bed. Yup. Guy time. How the hell had he gotten into this situation, anyway? Trading veiled flirts with the thirty-something bear over product blueprints. Going out to lunch with him every day. Growing more and more serious about whatever was developing between them. Jeez, much more of this and they were going to be holding paws, strolling along the beach while the string section reached a crescendo. He wondered what Ed would say to the idea of a relationship. He wondered what he would say to the idea of a relationship. It was too much to consider just yet. It had been probably seven years since the last of Christopher's emotional 'adventures' in high school and college, and those did not exactly constitute a world-class education in being romantic with men. He didn't feel ready to consider that complicated landscape again. Not yet. Men were difficult. Women were simple: he left them alone at bars, and they left him alone during staff meetings. It was Ed he couldn't get out of his head, nowadays. He glanced up at the bear, who was engrossed in his food once more. He wasn't really sure what was so alluring about the guy. It wasn't that he looked like a model (he was handsome in a dark, serious way, but nothing that stood out of a crowd), or that he was a bodybuilder (he had broad shoulders, but was of average physique, with that predisposition toward a belly that bears often displayed). He was attractive, sure, but a lot of guys were attractive. Maybe it was his somewhat playful, somewhat sardonic personality? Something had made Christopher's balls take notice, that was for sure. For whatever reason, Ed was worth flirting with, and his atypical courage had been rewarded by the surge of excitement he'd gotten when the bear returned his playful insinuations. It had very quickly become less about whether there was something between them, and more about whether Christopher was willing to admit there was something between them. Admit that he probably wanted to sleep with this guy. And maybe more, too. He could almost hear the stupid violins. "Just come find me after work," Ed was saying, wiping his muzzle with his napkin, "and we can run by your place." "Kay." Christopher looked at him a little uncertainly. Ed looked back, stoically, and then hesitantly reached out and clasped his paw gently around the canine's own. With a grin, the bear quirked his head. "This is gonna be fun, right? Two work buddies hanging out together! Making friends... Male bonding, am I right?" His words were a low growl, his tone mildly sarcastic, or at least facetious. But his paw was soft and warm, and... it felt almost like he was trembling. That might have been Christopher, though. The canine pulled his paw away, blushing, on the pretense of slicing into his last stuffed pasta tube; he glanced aside to make sure no one was staring at what felt very much like a date-in-progress. "Yeah, if that's what you want to call it." "Sure," Ed continued, now hamming up the not-unnatural masculine rumble in his voice. "Guy Time! Video games, with explosions! Pizza, in large, greasy quantities! Heck, I might even turn on some football, and we can vent our testosterone at the screen... and check out those cheerleaders!" "I'll pass on that, thanks," the great dane said delicately, and Ed laughed, making his companion smile a moment later as well. "Maybe a movie, then. Action! Explosions! Or we could watch *The Notebook*," Ed finished, deadpan. "Which I do own." "Hmmm..." Christopher considered, imagining sharing a couch with the bear for that one. He couldn't quite picture them on opposite ends of it. "Male bonding indeed." "Heheh." The bear winked. Then his smile dropped a bit. "I want it to be fun, though. More than... bonding, eh? I want both of us to have fun." The canine found himself smiling at that. --- Ed had a bit of a flashback, as he rolled up the parking lot. A flashback of something he'd never seen. There was a curb, and a great dane was standing on it, swishing his tail just like that. Carrying his bag just like that, one paw on the strap, the other in his pocket. His shoulders hunched a little, innocuous, inconspicuous, as he waited for the bus to take him to school. Middle school, probably. Ed wondered if he had any friends, whether anyone bullied him. He sure looked lonely. Then, he shook his head; the canine standing on the curb ahead of him was in his late twenties, not to mention well over six feet tall. But he was carrying a bag, and swishing his tail. Instead of a yellow schoolbus, a gray Dodge Magnum rolled up to the curb, passenger window rolling down. "Toss your stuff in the back, if you like," Ed said, unlocking the doors with a flick of his thumb. Christopher did. Not much later, they were cruising down first street, when Ed's right paw snaked over and accosted his companion's left. Christopher shivered, glancing down as their digits intermeshed, and blushed a little as he allowed his paw to be tugged over to rest atop the parking brake. He supposed they weren't really in public anymore. When he looked over, the bear was smiling, eyes on the road, his thumb stroking the back of the canine's paw gently. The dog was nervous. They could both tell. The pawhold said "I like you," as much as it said "Don't be scared," as much as it said "You can trust me." When they reached Christopher's apartment, its owner pointed out where to park, and then hopped out. "You can... come up, if you want," he said, a little shyly. "It'll only take a second..." "Arright." Ed hopped out and followed the great dane into the building, up the elevator, down the fourth-floor hallway. Christopher had been speaking the truth. His apartment was small. And messy. "Sorry," the canine mumbled, stepping over a hoodie and a sliding stack of books. He pushed aside a couple magazines. "Sit down if you like, I'll only be a second." He padded into the adjoining bedroom, kicking the door ajar behind him. Ed leaned over the stack of books, picked up the top one. "I didn't think you were really the Dawkins type, Christopher." "Hm? Oh, I'm not. A friend lent that to me. Thought I'd give it a look-through." "Is it any good?" "It makes sense... but at the same time, I'm not sure I buy it. Emotionally, I mean. It's a big distance, between finding it logical, and feeling it, you know?" "Yeah." Ed sat down on the end of the old couch, facing the door. "You go to church, Ed?" "Oh... sometimes..." the bear said, uncomfortably. "Not as much as I should, I suppose." "Hm." The canine hesitated. "I stopped going a few years ago. Just after college. Figured there was no point, if I didn't even know what I believed any more." "Yeah..." Ed said slowly. "I guess I kinda know what you mean. Church is just... familiar, I guess." He was silent a moment. "Easier to keep going, than to decide to stop, and admit that I don't know something I thought I knew." "Yeah..." Thud, thud, from the other room. Ed looked up, studying the door. "I guess I just feel like I don't know anything any more." "Mmh." An unplanned shift to the right gave the bear a bit of a surprise; the door was open just wide enough that he could catch a sliver of the room beyond. Leaning a bit more, he caught a sudden glimpse of light brown fur; a lot of it, exposed. Ed blushed a little and looked down, studying his shoes. Now really didn't seem like the moment to play peeping tom... not to mention that he'd only be spoiling his own surprise, if it came to that tonight. "Well, I hope you feel like you know me," the bear said, after a moment. There was a pause, in which the rustling noise from the other room stopped. "Yeah," Christopher said, his tone quite different. "I suppose I do, yeah." "Good," Ed replied, smiling a little. Christopher was a different sort of guy from the others the bear had been interested in over time, that was for sure. It was clear he didn't like talking about his sexuality, and Ed could understand that; he wasn't a big fan of being out there himself. With the dog, though, it seemed a lot more like... a part of himself, that he didn't like to think about. It had been a little frustrating at times. Here was this hot guy flirting with him while he was trying to concentrate, and then when he tried to get serious about it, Christopher shied away from the G word as much as some straight guys Ed had had the misfortune of crushing on. For weeks! He'd wanted to say, 'Geez, you know you like me, so why can't we just talk about it in so many words! You're gay. You know it, I know it.' He hadn't said that, though. He didn't like to think about how Christopher would react to it. He'd much rather think about the eventual, inevitable progression of this thing between them. From stray glances, to words. To lunch. To 'Guy Time'. To... what next? The Big White Wedding! Ed snorted quietly to himself. He imagined Christopher would not take kindly to a description of the image in his head right now. He wondered which one of them would wear the dress. It'd be kind of unfair to make the dane do it, he'd surely get all embarrassed. Ed was better at just running with things, not taking them too seriously. Maybe they could both wear dresses. That'd be good. All joking aside, though... he did wonder what would come next. The door opened, revealing that tall, attractive canine again, now in jeans and a t-shirt. He padded into the kitchenette. "Lemme just stick a couple things in the dishwasher." "You have a dishwasher?" Ed rose and peered around the counter enviously. "Yeah, heh. Dish, as in one." Christopher pulled open the half-wide machine. "Barely even worth it to load it up, but I'm just lazy enough to manage it." He grinned a little at the bear, and Ed grinned back. It was nice, hanging out with the canine like this. It had been one thing, flirting off and on at work, implying things they might like to do together. But they hadn't been friends a few weeks ago, just co-workers, acquaintances. Now, Ed supposed, they were friends. Or, at least, they were able to talk to each other well enough. They liked each other... in more than a purely physical way. Clatter, clink. Christopher shut the dishwasher. Washed his paws, dried them on the towel hanging from the oven handle. Ed had the sudden, powerful sense of being in someone else's home. Someone else's life. This doggie guy he'd been teasing... he was in his main element, here. He came home to this place every day. Probably lazed around on the couch in his underwear on Saturdays. Checked his email on his laptop during breakfast. Ed wondered how long he'd had this apartment. It seemed like a while. The great dane looked toward him, done. Ed smiled, standing. "Wanna head over to my place now?" Christopher smiled a little, and nodded. "Kay. As long as you're sure you don't wanna just hang out here. I'd be fine either way." The dog looked down; he seemed to consider it. He still seemed nervous, just from the way his tail moved, the way he stood, the way his floppy ears hung back. "Your place," he said, after a pause that wasn't too long. And so they left. Christopher locked the door behind him, with the odd, thrilling feeling that he wouldn't be coming back home tonight. --- Yeah, it was all a good time. Christopher could say that. They'd started with video games, naturally - both were fairly experienced in that realm, and could spend many hours bashing up opponents without pause. Christopher favored PC games, while Ed had an Xbox and a penchant for trash talk that he'd picked up online. But the canine preferred controllers, and they both were well-versed in the genre of the shooter - they'd even played a bunch of the same games, on different platforms. Running through the video games with a new friend was always a good time. Shared favorites, jokes and quirks in their behavior, discovering new titles... The bear had his friend pretty well convinced that he needed to get an Xbox for a little while, on one of the console-exclusives. Eventually, though, they tired of explosions and large weapons, and the TV went back to its normal broadcast, while Ed finally changed out of his work clothes and ordered the pizzas. Between the two of them and the shared love of cold breakfast pizza that they discovered, they figured they could eat two mediums, and if any was left over, it was Ed's fridge - he wasn't going to protest if a few pieces of pizza decided to stick around. He also figured he could buy a cute guy a pizza; their lunches had been strictly separate checks, the way two co-workers ought to pay for lunch. Ed wanted to buy the canine dinner - even if that was just pizza - and when he said it, Christopher blushed and sat back on the couch, returning his wallet to his pocket. The news was on, running some story on the war; it was sobering. The room had grown dark, as they hadn't bothered to turn on the light earlier; now the light in the kitchen was on, and that made it feel like a less comfortable darkness. Christopher sat there and watched, and eventually Ed came back, now wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. It was an odd look, to the canine, who was used to seeing him in business casual. He looked... different. Still Ed... but... cuter. Christopher blushed at that thought, but it was true. Ed was the sort of guy who looked cute in a hoodie, his blocky head framed by the hood and his big paws stuffed into the pocket. Ed saw him staring at a little bit, and grinned at him. "What?" "Nuthin..." Christopher muttered, embarrassed. He squirmed his footpaws out of his shoes, so that he could pull them up onto the couch, folding them under his legs. Ed was quiet for a moment. Then, "Hey... Chris..." The canine's heart lurched at that; no one ever called him Chris. "Yeah?" The bear gave him a little smile. "Mind if I hold you a little bit?" Christopher sat there, very still, his ears flopping back and tail flicking shyly. This guy Ed was sitting next to him, and this guy was his friend, and this guy was kinda cute, and this guy was asking if it would be all right if... It felt like so much, all the layers of meaning and feeling. Christopher nodded a little, looking at his knees. A moment later, he felt the bear shift closer, so he was almost touching the canine; he looked up at the TV, though he wasn't watching what was on the screen at all. He felt contact, warmth. Ed wrapped one arm around him, paw coming to rest on his side, and just sat beside him like that, so that their sides were in contact. Christopher, for his part, breathed out slowly and found himself smiling a little, despite his persistent blush and backflicked ears. They didn't need to do anything more than this just yet. Ed clearly didn't want to, either. Not yet. That was comforting; it helped the nervousness in Christopher's stomach to settle, letting him enjoy the feeling of the bear guy holding him. He pressed against Ed's side, and let his arm curl around the other male's lower back, and that was nice too. They sat on the couch and watched the news like that, and it was depressing, hearing all the stuff about the war. But it was nice, having a guy to cuddle with. He hoped Ed would like doing this more in the future... whatever happened tonight, and in the next few days, and weeks, between them... Christopher wouldn't mind having someone to hold him while he watched the news. Or at any other time, really. The pizzas arrived with a ding-dong, and Ed had to leave him, then. Christopher tried not to look too much like he'd been cuddling with the other male. You know, just in case the pizza guy caught a glimpse of him sitting there and found it somehow suspicious. Some people had shockingly good gaydars. Images flashed across the screen, splashing color across the carpet and sound across Christopher's skull. It reminded him of being small, and sitting in front of the TV alone, while his parents were in the kitchen, and the light was shining into the dark living room. He'd spent a lot of time like that, as a child. Late at night, in his fuzzy dinosaur pajamas. Sometimes one of his parents would come out to tell him to go to bed. Sometimes he just went to bed himself. Eventually. It was a familiar feeling. It was the same feeling he often had now, when he sat in his apartment some evenings staring at his laptop in the dark, or when he was lying on the couch watching TV. He was at the point in his life where it was beginning to sink in that this cycle wasn't going to change. Go to work, go home, lather, rinse, repeat. In school, it always felt like he was waiting for something... meaningful, worthwhile, fulfilling, to happen in his life. It still felt that way. And only now did he realize... nothing was coming. Nothing was there. A bear passed between him and the screen, and the flash of darkness was enough to pull the canine out of his melancholic musing. Ed set the pizzas down on the table, one left, one right. "All yours, big guy." "Heheh." Christopher pulled open the box on his side and feasted his eyes on cheesy, sausage-covered goodness. "Mmm." He grabbed the first piece and scarfed a huge bite. Ed chuckled a little, watching, before digging into his own (he was the ham-and-pineapple-with-extra-cheese type). They munched pizza and watched the news, which had thankfully moved on to less disheartening matters. Halfway through Ed's third slice, the national news ended, and the local news began its somewhat more melodramatic, cheesy broadcast. The only thing Ed allowed to be cheesy in his living room was currently in his paw and moving toward his mouth. Mmm. "You wanna watch a movie after all?" Ed asked, looking to the canine. Christopher blinked, chewing on the crust of his fourth piece; he must've been hungry. "Okay, sure." "Got some sauce on your nose, it's pretty cute," the bear remarked with amusement. It made him grin, the way Christopher blushed slowly and progressively after that. The great dane rubbed at the end of his muzzle. "Got it." "Aren't you supposed to lick it off, or something?" the dog retorted. The bear blinked, and his smile altered a bit. "Well, if you'd wanted me to do that, all you had to do was ask." Christopher's ears flopped. "I didn't say I wanted... I... Oh, shut up." Ed chuckled maliciously and gave him a friendly sideways hug. "Hey, guy time, right? Relax, it's not a big deal. Come help me pick the movie." "Kay." They headed over to the shelf of DVDs that sat under the two shelves of video games. Yep, he really did own *The Notebook*. Not today, though. Christopher wasn't comfortable enough with the situation to relax his masculinity quite that much. There was 'gay guy', and then there was 'gay chick flick fan'. And maybe it was a stupid self-conscious inhibition, but when the canine had to capitalize a G, he always went for 'gay Guy'. Metaphorically speaking. "How 'bout that one?" he said, poking at a science fiction action flick. "Oh, excellent choice. You seen this one?" Christopher shook his head. "Heard it was cool." "It's good. You should like it." The bear grinned a little at him. "The lead actor's smokin' hot." "Heheheh." Christopher scratched his ear and blushed a little. "That why you own it?" Ed rumbled. "Might have a little to do with it, yeah..." He pulled out the plastic case, inserted the disc, and poked a button on the DVD player, before following Christopher back over to the couch and grabbing the remote. They sat companionably beside each other, perhaps a little closer than two men might ordinarily have sat while watching a movie. Somewhat belatedly, it occurred to Christopher that this 'watch a movie' idea might be the bear's ploy to move things along a bit more. The thought was a bit unsettling, but also exhilarating... He wanted to get somewhere with the guy, and every step toward that particular place provoked a surge of intensity in his mind, some combination of both anticipation and nervousness. Sure enough, about fifteen minutes after the movie started, just as Christopher was getting engrossed in the plot... he felt the warm, masculine form next to him shift a little closer, and Ed's arm wrapped around him once again. The canine tensed a bit at first, but slowly, he relaxed against his companion's torso, breathing out a soft sigh that made Ed smile and give him a little, friendly nuzzle. Christopher expected more to come after that, but soon they were cuddling close and the movie was halfway over. The bear felt him shivering a little, and rumbled, "You cold?" "I'm okay," the dane replied, reflexively. "You sure?" The bear gave him a nuzzle again, affectionate, concerned. Christopher lay there a moment, wondering what part of him still didn't trust the nice ursine guy, who was making him feel so good and wanted. "I'm a little chilly," he admitted. Ed hesitated a moment, and then climbed to his feet, and shuffled around the table. Christopher sat there on the couch, watching the movie by himself now. He felt surprisingly cold and small, with the strange absence of the bear's warm arm. In a moment, however, Ed returned, bearing a large fuzzy blanket. Taking up his place beside the canine once more, he spread the blanket over both of them, and this time made no pretense of maintaining standard social distance - he wrapped *both* arms around the great dane, and pulled his companion close against him. Christopher curled up against his co-worker's chest, eyes on the screen. The canine was really a fairly big guy, Ed found; he could see over Christopher's shoulder comfortably, but only just. The dog was pretty skinny for his height, but his shoulders were rather broad, and he was quite a bit taller than the bear, even when curled up like this. Ed fit his head into the corner between Christopher's neck and shoulder, and nuzzled him a little, before returning his attention to the movie. They watched a hunk of a tiger beat up some aliens. They snuggled under a blanket. They each had another piece of pizza, since it was sitting there. Guy time. Ed thought about feeling the dog up a little, but he wasn't sure if Christopher would like that, so he didn't. Christopher was enjoying the movie anyway. It would have been a shame to get distracted and miss the last of the admittedly somewhat sparse plot, and the most spectacular of the not-at-all sparse explosions. But soon, the credits were rolling, and Ed relinquished his teddy-bear grip on the other male to get up and turn off the DVD player. Christopher stretched and yawned, the blanket falling off of him a little bit, and blinked in the bright blue light now coming from the TV. Ed was a dark silhouette, a night-bear, an etching. "Aren't you supposed to make out during a movie?" he remarked. Ed turned and looked at him, his eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness of his form. He was speechless for a moment. "What, did you want to? Feel like you missed out?" he said, teasing again. Christopher knew it was teasing, and could feel the blush he'd borne several times tonight returning again. However, this time, he found it didn't cripple him as much. "Well... kinda..." Ed placed the DVD gently back in its case, and shut that, before sliding it back into the row on the shelf. He returned to his cuddle-buddy on the couch, and Christopher looked at him apprehensively, drawing his paws into his lap. The bear lifted one of his own big paws up, and put it on the side of the dog's face. Christopher shivered and leaned into the caress that resulted. "Never too late for some makin' out..." Ed remarked, his voice rumbling. Christopher shivered a bit more, and pulled his paws under the blanket again. Ed saw the motion and shifted closer, before sliding back under the blanket and wrapping his arms around the canine again. "Or we can just do this some more... Prime male bonding activity, this one..." he said, with a bit of a grin. Christopher chuckled a little, blush becoming more permanent as he pressed up against the other male. "Oh really? It's a shame more guys won't do it, then..." "Heheh, yeah..." the bear sighed. "I'm glad you will, though. You're a nice one to do it with, and no mistake." The dog ducked his head a little, shyly. "You're nice... too, Ed..." It was a little funny, feeling this guy hesitantly sliding his paws around Ed's waist, waiting, waiting, clearly wanting to do some nice guy-on-guy... something. But, waiting for Ed to decide what that was... The bear leaned in and nuzzled again, his nose rubbing against the side of Christopher's muzzle. The dog pressed back, breath huffing through the bear's dark brown fur. Rub, rub, rub, hold a bit tighter, squeeze. "Do you want me to kiss you, Chris?" the bear murmured. The canine gulped; the lack of the two following syllables really made his heart go crazy, pounding furiously in his chest. No one *ever* called him Chris. And not through his insistence, not because he didn't like it. On the contrary. "Uh..." the dog's nose dipped toward the floor, he snuffled. Here he was, pressed super-close to his somewhat older co-worker, and the air was thick and heavy and Ed's eyes were slightly slitted. They were in his living room, and it was dark. Two guys, holding each other on the couch. "...Yeah..." Christopher said shyly. And waited. The bear nosed in slowly, so as not to startle him. Christopher kept ducking his head further and further; he was trying not to, but Ed had to chase him a little to bring their noses into gentle contact. The dog drew back a little, but Ed was so close now, his mouth less than an inch away, and Christopher felt himself freezing up, caught up in the feeling, caught up in.... Ed hung there for what felt like a very long moment... and then pressed in. Confident bear mouth met trembling dog mouth, eyes shut and muzzles shifted to opposing angles. It had been a really long time since Christopher had been kissed. College, probably. He didn't want to believe that was that long ago, but it was. He wondered how long it had been for Ed. Not as long, probably. The bear seemed more comfortable with his interest in men, more forward, more confident. And why shouldn't he be? He was attractive. He was really attractive. The dog mmphed into the kiss, tongue tentatively introducing itself to its new playmate. Much like its owner, Ed's tongue was confident. Friendly. 'Hi, Christopher's tongue!' it seemed to say. 'I'm sure we'll be great buddies!' '...H-hi...' the dog's responded. The bear's big paws were petting Christopher's head and neck, sliding over his t-shirt clad shoulders and affectionately massaging his floppy ears. It felt really nice. Christopher was getting an erection and it made him embarrassed. He shuffled around uncomfortably until things were settled enough, and his jeans were all tented up under the blanket, throbbing. He hoped Ed wouldn't notice... though, really, the bear seemed otherwise-occupied at the moment. Heck, who was he kidding? They were *making out*. Surely Ed was not going to mind if he had a boner. Christopher pressed his paws against Ed's chest and whined a bit, as the bear increased the passion of his mouthplay, curling his arms around Christopher's shoulders and pressing back until the dog's weight was mostly resting in his arms. His tongue slurped out of the dog's mouth, to lick over his muzzle and nose affectionately, before returning to his tongue and teeth. "Mmmm..." he rumbled, as Christopher's paws stroked his chest hesitantly. He broke away. "Here, shift your legs up..." Obediently, Christopher swung his legs up onto the couch, shifting one around to Ed's other side. He lay back, with his head coming to rest on the armrest, while Ed rose to his knees on the couch and leaned over him. The blanket was coming off, now, but it was okay; Christopher wasn't cold now that they were doing something like this. Ed's big tongue came back and lapped at his face, stroking wetly over his rough fur. Christopher moaned a little. "Oh, Ed..." He got a nuzzle in response, and then another kiss; Ed hunched over him and began rubbing his chest with a paw, while his other curled around under the canine and supported his lower back. Christopher felt tingly all over. The bear found his nipples through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and that made him jump a little, twitching. Ed seemed to realize how sensitive they were, because he was gentle, pressing in and making the dog shudder, before sliding that big paw down the canine's flat stomach. Christopher didn't have a six-pack, but his abs were firm enough under his t-shirt at least to rub appreciatively, and Ed did that. "You smell good..." the bear rumbled, nuzzling into the side of Christopher's face and neck, slurping his wet tongue through the great dane's fur. He smelled like boy dog. Musky and raw, a dark, rough smell like wet leaves and soot. Christopher's hot, moist breath huffed over his ear, and then his face, as their noses met gently again, quivering lips straining toward each other until that moment of blessed contact rushed through them both. The bear smiled into this most recent in a series of kisses, as Christopher trembled and shifted under his paw. The guy seemed to really like being touched. And kissed. And Ed couldn't say he found anything undesirable about it either - both touching the dog, and observing his response to being touched. Christopher was just a beautiful guy. Seriously. You wouldn't think him very impressive at a glance; he wasn't the most attractive or charismatic fella. Pretty quiet, fairly plain. But he was such a sweetheart. A nice, average guy. And the way he moved, when Ed ran a paw down the side of his chest and stomach, the way he shi-i-i-ifted in that sinuous curve, tremors racing through him... Lick, lick. He took a diversion down Christopher's chin, nuzzling into his neck and applying his tongue liberally. Christopher's paws went up to his shoulders and the dog panted, moaning quietly and tipping his head back submissively. It felt good, it felt *good*... Like scratching an itch, but tied to his cautious trust of the ursine male... and to his cock. "Mmmhh... Chris... you taste so nice..." The dog quaked under him. He tasted like guy. Ed liked that taste, considerably. "D'ya like making out, Chris?" the bear whispered, nuzzling into the dog's ear. "Huh?" "Yeah..." Christopher gasped back. "...Y-yeah, I like it..." "Mmm, I bet..." Lick, lick. Kiss. Christopher's breathing had grown rougher; the dog shifted under him, uncomfortable. Ed continued to stroke his chest and stomach, even venturing down as far as his belt once, but no further. He was aware of the big tent in the dog's jeans, since it matched and occasionally knocked against his own; he was aware of it the same way he was aware of the dog's tail, wagging happily, drunkenly between Ed's legs. Christopher had been fairly passive, his paws pressing up against the bear's chest, but Ed was confident that in time he'd find his courage, and the dog didn't disappoint. Ed rumbled as he felt those blocky dog paws slide onto his back, before running down his spine slowly. The bear gave his friend another wet, sloppy kiss, body rocking forward sensuously when Christopher dared to grab his butt. Ed was a sucker for a nice bit of gluteal massage, and no denying it. The nerves all in that region just loved to report to his dick about everything that was going on back there. He liked a guy who could figure that out without being told explicitly... he'd have to see if Christopher was up to the challenge. Christopher's mind was on fire; he leaned up into each kiss, squirmed under each stroke, and his dick was monstrously hard, aching and quivering in his pants. His lips almost burned, with the feeling of each successive kiss; his paws gripped Ed's rump and squeezed, and the whole experience was wonderful, just wonderful. So good. More than he could have hoped for. Incredible. He broke away sloppily with a vulgar sound, panting and giving a weak little groan. "G-gosh... Ed..." he whispered. "Mmm... Chris..." Sluuurp, went the bear's tongue across his muzzle, leaving a cold, wet feeling in its wake. It was ovewhelming. It was like being drunk. It was like... Like... The canine squirmed a little, eyes slitting. "E-ed... You... Oh gosh... you should... stop..." "Nnn, why's that..." Ed rumbled, kissing and licking and pawing and stroking. "Ed... Oh shit..." he moaned softly, nosing up into the bear's facial embrace... and then, he nudged the other male's muzzle aside and pushed away a bit, eyes sliding open. "I can't... You gotta stop..." The bear blinked, coming out of a daze and staring, clear-eyed, down at the dog, who blinked up at him, embarrassed and earnest and panting. "Huh?" "We... we're gonna have to stop. Let's, uh, go to your room, okay?" The bear tilted his head at the canine's tone of voice. "You want to?" Christopher squirmed away, and Ed scooted back and let him sit up. The bear sat back on his heels. "Yeah, I mean, I think it's about time... right?" The dog looked up anxiously. Ed frowned, a little disappointed; he could stand to continue this tongue-wrestling-and-cross-country competition for a while yet. "Well... Okay. You sure you're ready for that?" The dog glanced away, and back. "Well... Yeah, pretty much." Ed blinked, dubious. He sure looked pretty nervous about it. "We can just keep doing this, you know. I'm having fun, aren't you?" He didn't mean to sound a little hurt, but he did. "Yeah!" Christopher yelped. "Yeah, I really like it, but... I... I can't keep this up." The bear sat there, confused, and then nosed in to give him a coaxing nuzzle."Why? What's wrong, Chris?" The dog sat there, staring at his knees. "I... Well. If we keep doing this, I'm gonna... You know. Cum." Ed blinked. "...You... you are?" Christopher was blushing. He did have a pretty spectacular tent in his pants, Ed observed. "I... Let's just go to your room, okay? I'm really not actually that quick in bed, I promise, it's just... just that making out gets me really worked up, and eventually..." The bear felt a surge of affection that brought a little smile to his face. The guy was worried about satisfying him! "Aww, it's okay," he murmured, giving Christopher's cheek a little rub. "I just... You know, I figure you probably wanna... Have sex." The dog gulped, but managed to say it fairly naturally, as though he'd been fine admitting it all along. "So we better stop this before..." Ed rumbled and leaned in closer, arms around the other guy once more. "But you like making out, right? You like the way it feels?" "Obviously..." the dog murmured, a little sheepish, but he smiled and nuzzled back against the bear readily. "I like it too..." Ed said, hushed. "And, remember what we agreed on?" They'd almost kissed again; Christopher had to exert significant effort just to draw back. "Hmm?" "No expectations, right?" Ed gave him a little lick on the nose. "...Yeah. Heh." Christopher grinned a little; he'd forgotten that. "So..." Ed did kiss him this time. Wet, stroking bear tongue. Soft lips, pointy teeth. Christopher's dick throbbed. "...so we don't have to have sex anyway. Only if we decide we want to." Another little kiss. "...and right now, I kinda wanna just keep making out." Christopher looked at him, and then slowly blushed and looked down. "And if you get a little excited over that, that's okay..." Ed gave him a stroke on his chest, that made the dog shiver. The great dane snuffled a little, balls aching a little bit now that the stimulation of their passionate makeout session had subsided. "It... it just feels so nice, when you... kiss me and touch me and all that..." "Do you want me to do it some more, then?" Ed's paw roamed up and found its way to Christopher's left nipple again, and the dog's breath caught as a digit pressed softly against it. "If... if you keep doing it, I'm gonna cum," the dane said, with finality. He looked at the bear, uncertain. "That's alright with me if it's alright with you..." Ed rumbled, nosing in closer, so his breath puffed in the canine's face once more. Christopher's eyes slitted a little as the bear gave him a single, soft kiss. Felt so nice. When the bear drew back, looking at him for confirmation... Christopher didn't have anything to say. Nothing to offer other than his earnest look and faint blush. After a moment, Ed shifted. "You should lay back down. I want you to be comfortable." The dog hesitated, and then slid back and rested his head on the armrest again, shuffling uncomfortably under his companion as Ed resumed his place between the dog's bent legs, hunched over him. Ed didn't tease him or lead into it, as though it was suddenly a big sexual act. He just... resumed what he'd been doing. His mouth met the dog's again. Their paws resumed petting and stroking like machinery grinding from a halt. Ed's left paw, the one that had been under Christopher's back, slid back to its former position, and then shifted a little lower, cradling the dog's hips. Christopher appreciated that; bent over as he was, either his neck or back were going to start hurting without something supporting him. Ed seemed content to fill the role himself. It was a nonchalant move, to simply resume what he'd been doing, and Ed was confident (going off of Christopher's reactions, at least) that it was the right thing to do to move things along... but in truth, he found himself a little anxious, and more than a little daunted. He wanted this to feel good for the canine... even moreso, now that he knew exactly how good it could possibly feel for him. And so, he devoted his efforts to being more affectionate, more passionate, more tender, more engaged, than before... He stroked the dane's chest and kissed and licked him, and didn't stray as far from his mouth or slow as much as he might have earlier. Christopher didn't make any noises, no moaning or cussing or the like, as one might have expected... but he did react. The same trembling and little shifts of posture as before, slight squirming and the tension and pressure in his head and neck, as he toyed with his lover's tongue. Ed didn't grind against him; he figured that might be a bit too much stimulation... and in any event, Christopher seemed quite happy just like this. Ed couldn't really tell exactly when the dog came. He was aware of the great dane's kissing, his back-rubbing and stroking, growing more forceful and frantic over a long span of time, far too long and gradual to mean anything specific... but there was no one moment when it was clear that the dog was losing his load. They just... made out. And it clearly felt very, very good to the canine. After a while, Ed became aware that the tension in Christopher's posture was relaxing... very slowly. Over many minutes, the dog's kisses grew softer and weaker, as he lay in the ursine male's arms. Ed gentled his affections to match, but continued his tonguing and petting, even as he became more sure the dog was finished - Christopher certainly still seemed to enjoy them. Finally, when he began to think the dog was about to fall asleep, Ed broke the current kiss and gave Christopher's muzzle a few licks; a miniature tongue bath. The dog slitted his eyes open slowly, and smiled up at the bear. "Did you cum?" Ed rumbled quietly. Christopher nodded dreamily. He didn't blush this time. "Was it good?" "Amazing..." the dog breathed, his voice husky. "Gosh it felt so nice..." "I'm glad..." Ed murmured, giving him another little kiss. Christopher returned it, and then licked his lips. "Only one problem." "Hmm?" Ed drew back a little. "Well... now my underwear is pretty much, uh, soaked. And it's kind of uncomfortable." Christopher rubbed at the side of his nose. "Aah." Ed grinned at him a little, drawing back to look at the crotch of the dog's jeans. There didn't seem to be any conspicuous wet spots, but it was dark. Christopher sat awkwardly still, legs half-bent, halfway slouching, trying not to smear around the goo that was now coating his genitals. "Maybe we shoulda thought of that... taken your little fella out so he didn't make a mess..." "Heh, maybe." Christopher rubbed his nose again. "Felt great... but I'm not so sure I like having a 'cream filling'." "Well, you're not really that twinky, no," Ed muttered, grinning. "Let's get you out of this stuff, then." He slid his paws up under the canine's shirt, stroking up his chest and gathering it on his wrists. Then he paused. "If that's okay, of course." Christopher had gripped the side of the couch rather tightly, when he felt the bear start to take his clothes off; he consciously relaxed. "Yeah." He raised his arms and squirmed out of his shirt, as Ed pulled it over his head. "We basically just had sex, after all... Kinda dumb for me to be shy now..." "No, it's not," Ed said matter-of-factly, reaching down to the scruff of longish, darker fur below Christopher's navel to unbutton his pants. "It's your body. You're entitled to be as shy as you like about it." "That's a bit odd, coming from the guy taking my clothes off," the dog said, with a little chuckle. Ed gingerly unzipped his fly. "How so? I can't pretend I don't enjoy seeing it, but I'm not a voyeur." He grinned. "Also you're cute when you act shy." "Heheh." Christopher carefully wriggled out of his pants. His underwear was a fairly tight pair of stripy, light blue boxers... and where his jeans had been inconspicuous, these were certainly not; the entire front side was darkened in great big streaks and blobs. The two of them carefully worked Christopher's pants down to his knees, trying not to make an even worse mess of him, before the dog pulled his socked paws out of one leg, and then the other. He hissed abruptly and inched back, ears going flat. "What is it?" Ed asked, pausing as he folded the dog's pants (which had gotten a little damp on the inside of the crotch, he observed). "Nothing..." Christopher muttered uncomfortably. "Some of it... ran down under my tail, is all. Surprised me." "Aww, poor guy..." the bear rumbled, giving his headfur a rub. "I'll get you all cleaned up, don't worry..." He leaned forward over the canine, who was slouching now, and gently worked his pawdigits under the dog's waistband. "Go ahead," the great dane murmured apprehensively, when he paused. Ed carefully pulled the front side of the dog's underwear away from his body, before sliding the garment down over his hips, trying to make as little of a mess as possible. He didn't mind so much if it got on his couch; he mostly wanted to spare Christopher any further discomfort. "What a mess..." Ed murmured, folding the dog's wet underwear as well, before setting them on top of his jeans. Christopher sat there a little shyly, his sloppy equipment now on display. He had a rather long sheath, out of which was poking a couple inches of somewhat floppy dog meat, pink and flushed from its recent exercise; within his sheath, the bulge of his knot was prominent and low down, making clear that more of his tool was covered than was revealed. The dane's sheath itself was attired in short fur, surrounded by slightly longer, darker fur; all of this was mussed and matted down by a layer of thick goo that still retained some dissolving white streaks. Most of it had run down onto his big balls, giving them a glistening sheen; as Ed watched, a droplet fell from his loose scrotum and landed on his damp tailbase. The bear stuck his nose into the vicinity, at first inquisitive, and Christopher tensed a little at the invasion of his personal space... and then whined a little, as the bear's tongue gave his balls a trial swipe. "You're gonna clean me up... like that?" Ed shrugged, licking his lips. "Sure. You taste good all over." And so the bear began washing his companion's equipment. With his mouth. After a few moments, the dog relaxed; a few more, and he was leaning back, tongue lolling out of his mouth as the bear lapped at his scrotum. Felt good. Everything down there was sensitive after his orgasm, and having a nice tongue stroking over it all felt pretty great. Ed worked his way up onto the dog's sheath, tongue caressing the bulge of Christopher's knot through that thin layer of skin. He would have expected it to be uncomfortable, having your knot stuck in your sheath like that, but it seemed like it had been there the whole time they'd been making out, and Christopher wasn't complaining. Ed wasn't exactly an expert in the having-a-knot department. He was, however, an expert at the licking-cum-out-of-pubic-fur department. Not by practice, of course... but certainly by dedication. Christopher rumbled and purred and moaned a little at all the nice attention, even moving his paw to the bear's head, as though they were having oral sex. Of course, hadn't they had oral sex a moment ago? Hahah! Ed had certainly gotten the dog off with just his mouth! The bear found himself somewhat proud of the experience - not only had it felt nice for him, not only had it felt nice for his partner... but he was apparently good enough at kissing to make a guy cum his pants! Well, this guy, at least, and right now 'this guy' was the only thing that mattered to Ed. "A-ah! Careful!" Christopher hissed, as the bear's tongue ranged onto the three inches of pink poking out of his sheath. "It gets really sensitive after... Like, really really bad..." Chastened, the bear nosed gingerly at the pink stick of flesh, and looked up, giving a long, gentle lick along the underside. Christopher grimaced. Being very careful, the bear slid his mouth up, and slowly worked his tongue around the dog's small, pointy cockhead. Christopher gritted his teeth. Moving in a slothlike manner, the bear delicately took the dog's penis in his jaws, and oh-so-softly wrapped his mouth around it. Christopher tensed, and sucked in air a bit through his teeth, as the bear finished cleaning him up with some soft in-mouth tongue movements... and then relaxed a little bit. "Mmmh. Just... hold it like that..." "Hmm?" The 'm' vibrated his dick uncomfortably. "Don't move your tongue around, just... hold it in your mouth for a bit..." Christopher said, tensing, and then relaxing again. Ed complied, placidly keeping the end of the dog's mostly-flaccid pecker in his mouth, nose pressing against the opening of the dog's sheath. He looked up at the canine, who slowly relaxed, leaning back. A smile worked its way onto Christopher's face; his eyes were closed. "Feels good..." he murmured. "Your mouth's so warm... feels nice..." That made Ed smile as well, around the tool he was carefully holding between his jaws, cupping his tongue around its underside. It'd be nice to give the guy a blowjob. Eventually, at least; Christopher clearly wasn't up for seconds just yet. But that was all right with Ed. "Okay... You can take it out..." Christopher said warily. "...just be gentle..." The bear was exceedingly so, trying not to drive away the nice feeling he'd given his partner, and a small smile left on the dog's face when he was done told him he'd been successful. The canine was mostly clean, now, his male bits damp with saliva instead of ejaculate. Ed still had one thing he wanted to take care of, though. He snuffled his way up under the dog's balls, licking at the sticky patch on the great dane's tail, and Christopher squirmed a little. Then he got a tongue under the tail. "Aaah... Nnn, Ed..." "Like this?" Ed remarked, lapping at that region behind Christopher's ballsack whose name he could never remember. Something witty and vulgar. "Yeah..." Christopher whined. "Most guys won't even do this for me..." He looked at the bear a little anxiously when his partner stuck his nose up. "I should still be clean, I haven't showered since this morning, but I haven't..." "You're fine," Ed reassured, with a little grin - the dog was so anxious to satisfy. "Kinda musky, but in a good way." He nosed back and resumed softly licking the dog's tailhole, and Christopher resumed making little happy noises. Eventually, the bear pronounced his companion cleaned-up, and drew back, licking his muzzle a little. Christopher looked up at him apprehensively, relaxing his pose a bit. "Now we can go to the bedroom," the bear muttered with a chuckle. "If you want, that is." Christopher smiled. "Yeah, I want. I haven't done anything for you yet. Ought to... return the favor, right?" "If you want." Ed grinned, and scratched his ear a little. "On the other paw, you've gotten your paws and mouth all over me, right? Bout time you returned that favor, isn't it? Heheh." "Well, now, are you saying you want to get your paws all over me?" the bear said coyly. "Haha." The dane was blushing, but grinning. "I'm not... *not* saying that... Big stud like you..." He gripped the bear's waist and pulled himself up, so they were kneeling on the couch, facing each other. A naked dog and a bear in a hoodie and sweatpants. "Oh, golly..." Ed whispered, nuzzling against the taller dog's cheek. "You're quite the charmer, you are..." "Heheh..." Christopher nuzzled back. "I wanna... I wanna touch you. I wanna make you feel good. You make me feel so good..." The bear panted, his mouth open slightly, gingerly meeting the dog's, breaking away again before more than a semblance of a kiss had formed. Christopher's paws were worming up under his hoodie, finding rough, spiky fur and a firm, solid build. "Let's go to your room..." the canine breathed, eyes slitted. "Don't have to tell me twice," Ed mumbled, after a moment, before managing to draw himself away from the dog's intoxicating presence. He stood. Christopher sat there, shyly, his pink cock sticking halfway out of his sheath, partway hard again. He looked up at the bear, and then stood hesitantly. Were they just going to walk there, or what? "You're so damn hot..." Ed rumbled, closing the distance between them, and abruptly answering the question. His arms wrapped around the dog, and his nose crashed into the dog's once more, tongues meeting and embracing. They were just the right heights, that when Christopher looked down and Ed looked up, they could kiss without any neck-straining or tiptoe-standing. The tall dog took a staggering step backward, and then another, paws working up under the bear's hoodie again. Ed guided him, holding him to keep him from falling, should he trip, and pressed forward. At the doorway to his room, he paused to work himself out of his hoodie; the canine was still a little too shy to quite get it off. Halfway into the dark room, Christopher managed to get the drawstring of his pants untied, and then they were abruptly looser, and Ed had to hold them up with a paw, until he could get the dog backed up to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, he stripped them off, reluctantly drawing away from the canine's face so he didn't head-butt the guy by accident while balancing on one leg. As soon as he'd tossed his pants aside, though, the dog was reaching out, paws gripping the bear's hips as his eyes bored into Ed's fairly plain white boxer-briefs. The front of these stuck out in a curving peak, ending in a rounded point and beginning (between his legs) in a large, faintly divided bulge. The two of them were breathing roughly, both watching as Christopher's paws meandered and moseyed their way across the bear's front shyly. The canine licked his nose, trying to work up the courage to just grab the bear's dick. "It's okay..." Ed rumbled, standing still and giving him the chance. Christopher looked up at him, and got a little smile of encouragement. Ed shivered and tweaked his hips. The soft pressure of a gentle paw met, and then enclosed his upper shaft. A surge of sensation burst out of the contact, a million tiny nerve endings firing like spring-loaded traps. "Ohfeelsgood..." he breathed, as the dog gingerly rubbed with his thumb, glancing up to see the bear with eyes closed and mouth hanging slightly open. The tip of that peak in his underwear was marked by a small spot. The bear stood still and leaned into this tentative cock-massage, a nice little bit of foreplay in his opinion. The first few touches and squeezes always felt so good, after a prolonged period of excitement with little attention. As though his dick was shouting, 'Yay! About time!' He felt a blunt contact toward the end of his tool, a rub over his cockhead. Christopher seemed to have grown bold enough to bring his other paw into the equation... and then, to Ed's surprise, he felt a thumb slide under his waistband, well away from that, and a sudden burst of cold air. Blearily, he opened his eyes partway, and watched as the dog's dark brown nose rubbed against the glistening end of his dick. Ed shivered. "Chris?" The dog looked up, suddenly shy and hesitant once more. "I... I wanna give you a blowjob..." he said, embarrassed. "Um... can I?" The bear swallowed. "A-absolutely! Uh, you, you go right ahead!" He watched as Christopher nosed up to his dick again, and then gave the rounded, flared head a tentative lick that made its recipient shiver all over. Christopher seemed to know what he was doing on this front, because it only took a few more licks before he had the curved end of the bear's penis in his muzzle, and Ed was moaning quietly under the caress of his tongue and lips. "G-gee... Usually I have to ask guys to suck me off.. not the other way around..." he rumbled, his big paws sliding up Christopher's neck to those nice floppy ears. He felt the great dane smile a little around his tool, before he slid down further. "Unnnnhhhh... Oh, wow, you're good at this..." Ed gulped. "Keep... keep licking the end like that, yeah, like that... sssshit..." The bear's breath caught in his throat as the dog slid a little more, four inches of Ed's six now disappeared into his maw. The canine's long tongue curled and swirled and lapped and slurped, his paws curled around the bear's thick sheath and tight ballsack, holding, gripping, supporting... "A-aa-aaahhh..." Ed groaned, as Christopher's lips slid the last little bit and kissed his sheath. The bear's cockhead was way back in his throat now, the dog's hot, wet mouth encasing his entire shaft. His broad tongue curled around the sensitive underside, sliding back and forth, ranging onto the sides, squirming and licking teasingly. Christopher wasn't very aggressive or fast-paced; he was attentive, and dedicated. He was trying so darn hard, suppressing his gag reflex, licking and sucking and squeezing and swallowing, ears set back and eyes closed tight. It was the cutest thing Ed's pleasure-fogged gaze had ever seen... and it felt amazing. "Oh, Chrissss..." he murmured, pawing at the back of the great dane's head, pressing his hips forward. Ears felt good in his paws, even, as he stroked and played with them. "A-ah! Chris..." The dog's nose was buried in his pubic fur, now, lips mashed against his sheath, which was bunched up, pressed back by the pressure exerted on it. Christopher put his whole mouth into the act, each suck drawing back from his lips, to his cheeks and tongue, back to the squeeze of his throat as he swallowed precum. Ed could feel his teeth on either side of his shaft, but Christopher was so careful to keep his lips folded over the sharp tips so they didn't scrape. Every action of his was deliberate, cautious, and had a brutal impact on the bear he was fellating. Christopher's paws held onto Ed's hips, and eventually slid back and ranged onto his rear; the bear shifted as he felt the great dane stroking his butt. That felt good. He tried to lean back into the ass massage while simultaneously leaning forward into the blowjob; it didn't go too well. "Nnngh... I'm not gonna last much longer..." the bear moaned. "You should... you should stop, so I can..." Christopher shook his head frantically, pressing his nose even more firmly into the bear's groin. His arms wrapped around Ed's hips, grabbing ahold of his butt and holding him close. "Aaaah... Chris... you don't have to... you don't have to swallow..." Ed whined, tugging back on the dog's head a little, ineffectually. "Youdon't... haveto... shit..." The great dane redoubled his sucking, tongue licking up the bear's rock-hard cock in long, maddening strokes. It was too much. The bear couldn't hold it. "Sssh... shit... Shit!" Ed's face screwed up in a contortion of ecstasy; he clung to the dog's head and his dick strained under the assault of tongue it was subject to. Christopher felt the bear's penis begin to twitch rhythmically in his mouth. Ed was quiet, his breath hissing in and out through his clenched teeth. His entire body was tense, strained; his legs splayed slightly, his arms gripping the dog's head, his underwear around his thighs. Christopher just focused on sucking, and licking. And swallowing. It was almost... a weird experience. But a good one. The other guy just standing there, ejaculating into his mouth, and Christopher swallowing it even as it came out. Slurping it up, gulping it down. Weird. But good. Definitely good. Didn't taste so great, but Christopher didn't mind that. The faster he swallowed, the less he had to taste it. When Ed's squirting became a trickle, he still swallowed, when it lessened to mere drops, he sucked those down too. He drank every last bit of that guy's cum, until Ed was gasping, standing ridigly, his dick starting to go soft in Christopher's mouth. The great dane opened his eyes and looked up at his partner, a little shyly. Ed blinked down at him, panting. It took him a few moments to find words. "Holy... holy shit..." he managed. Gently, the canine drew his head back off Ed's now softening penis, licking it off carefully as he went, before licking his muzzle as well. Ed's dick flopped down to hang from the end of his sheath, shrinking back toward it slowly. The bear relaxed his tense pose over several seconds, shifting his weight and withdrawing his paws from the dane's head. "That was... really good..." he murmured, scratching his chest, and finally shedding his underwear fully. "Thanks for letting me swallow..." the dog said quietly. Ed chuckled a little. "Well, gee, I didn't think you'd want to. I wasn't gonna make you if you didn't want to..." Tiredly, the bear sat down next to his partner on the side of he bed. "I wanted you to... cum in my mouth..." Christopher mumbled. "I wanted to feel that. It felt nice." "Heh, I guess you could say it felt 'nice' for me, too..." Ed rumbled. "Shit. You can do that whenever you want, as far as I'm concerned." "Heheh." Christopher crossed his paws on his knees. "You wanna... um... hold me again?" Ed looked at him and smiled. "'Course." He stuck a paw around the naked dog's torso, pulling him close; the great dane snuggled up to him with a happy sigh. "So now what?" Christopher asked, pawing at his chest. Ed rumbled. "Well, I'm about ready to just curl up with you and go to sleep, after that blowjob bein' so good." He grinned. "Unless you're ready for round two over here." The dog made a face. "Still kinda sensitive... Sorry we didn't get to... you know, do the tail thing." "Buttsex," Ed murmured, astutely. Christopher blushed a little. "Yeah, that one." The bear shrugged. "I enjoyed it just fine without that, to be honest." The great dane smiled. "Me too. That was real nice." "Heh, good." Ed nuzzled him and gave him a little kiss on the nose. "We can try 'the tail thing' later, I'm sure. Well, if you want to... do this again later." "I think that'd be nice, yeah," Christopher replied. "I think I like Guy Time." The bear chuckled at that, and got to his feet, padding out into the living room to tidy up a couple things and put the pizzas in the fridge. "I guess we have work in the morning..." Christopher sighed, when he came back. "Yup..." Ed sighed. "I can drop you by your place so you can get ready." "All I really need are work clothes," the dog said. "And I guess my underwear are all crusty now... But, I mean, I can take a shower here and stuff... If that's okay..." Ed smiled. "Fine with me." He pulled down the blanket and climbed into bed. "Lunch again tomorrow?" "Sure. Let's do that nice sandwich place in the market again, that was great." The great dane slid up next to him, bare fur meeting between sheets. There were soft breaths, and the gentle sound of mouths coming to meet in an unexpected embrace. After a moment, the bear's voice sounded again, rough and deep. "Um... Chris?" "Yeah?" "I don't... I don't like being big spoon. So, will you... hold me, now?" There was a moment of silence, before the dog reached out wordlessly, his paws sliding around Ed's shoulders. The bear rolled, then, folding his arms up, and fitting his body back against the canine behind him. Christopher's muzzle slid against his neck, and the dog breathed out softly. "'Course I will..." he murmured. Ed rumbled happily, almost purring as he squirmed closer to his bedmate; their legs intertwined and the great dane found himself smiling, from the sheer intimacy of it all. Dog fur and bear fur, brought into warm and sensuous contact, with nothing else to get in the way. As they settled into comfortable positions, Christopher tightened his hold a little and sighed. He wasn't sure yet what would come next, but for right now... this was how he wanted it. --- Ah, characterization. Lotsa fun. I... confess this one rather strokes a particular fetish of mine, which was of course why I wanted to write it. \*meep\* I kinda like guys who are a bit on the sensitive side, to the point that they're either kind of quick in bed or get so excited that they jizz in their pants. I was probably the only guy who heard that song and thought "Hey, you know, that's kinda hot..." I don't think the matter deserves the somewhat shameful cast it has in modern culture anyway. You can have lots of fun with someone no matter how long they take to cum, it's all in how you approach it and what you do together. Heh, Valanx here with your usual doseage of porn and philosophical musing. Righto, see you guys friday for FA.

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Title: Fraternization Tags: blow job, fingering, germany, military, public, oral sex \* Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real people is unintentional and purely coincidental. \*\*\*\*\* The Boeing 737 touched down on the tarmac with a bounce. Staff Sergeant Thomas Baird leaned forward in his seat with the sudden deceleration and slid the cover up on his window, looking with bleary eyes at the green fields surrounding the runway. The intercom chimed and the flight attendant's voice came across, saying, "Wilcommen in Deutschland, wo die Ortszeit halb elf ist." She repeated herself in English, "Welcome to Germany, where the local time is ten-thirty in the morning." Tom stretched and yawned; it had been a long, red-eye flight. Tired as he was, he could not help smiling as the feeling of excitement tingled down his spine. He had finally made it back to Germany! Tom's first taste of Deutschland had come during a week of R&R in between deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan. It had been a glorious time, the fresh green of Germany in May contrasting sharply with the rocks and sand of Kuwait, and Tom and his fellow Airmen had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. He had sworn he would be back one day, and after a year-long remote tour to Korea in order to get a base-of-preference assignment, his dream had finally come true. The plane taxied up to the passenger ramp and everyone scrambled to their feet as the Fasten sign dinged off. Tom waited until the majority had cleared out, preferring to take his time rather than be caught up in the rush. Stuffing the flannel sheet he used for a blanket into his pillow's case, he stood and retrieved his black backpack from the overhead bin and used the straps to cinch his makeshift bedroll to the side. He had travelled enough to learn the importance of being comfortable and being able to catch a nap whenever he could. Tom deplaned and was relieved to see that the airport signs were in both German and English. His previous visit had been in and out on a C-17, so it was his first time coming through the civilian airport at Frankfurt. He retrieved his duffle bag and a green, military A-bag from the baggage carrousel and cleared Customs without any difficulty. They had been seeing American GI's come and go since the 1940s, and Tim was just another clean-cut face in the crowd. After a bit of wandering and stopping several times to ask directions, Tom found his way to the USO office in the next terminal over. Sitting at the front desk was an attractive, older lady wearing a red blouse, her gray hair pinned up smartly. "Good morning, ma'am," Tom greeted her, hoping she spoke English. After his last year, it was throwing him for a loop to be surrounded by people who looked like him but did not speak the same language; in Korea, if you saw a white, black or Hispanic face they were almost guaranteed to be American. "Good morning," the lady, Sandra, according to her nametag, replied. No trace of a German accent. Her prim and proper appearance and bearing suggested an officer's wife, and Tom guessed her husband had retired in Germany and she volunteered at the USO in her spare time. He made this assessment as she continued, "Are you just getting in or heading out?" "Just landed, ma'am," said Tom. "Welcome to Germany, then!" She flashed him a smile. "May I please see your ID card while you sign in?" She indicated a log book. Tom handed over his military ID and filled out the log. "Under 'unit,' should I put where I'm coming from or where I'm going to?" he asked. "You gaining, unit, please," Sandra instructed. Tom filled in 52d Security Forces Squadron. Tom asked, "Could you tell me the best way to get to Spangdahlem Airbase? I read something about a shuttle bus, but I don't know the details." Normally, when an Air Force member transferred to a new base as a Permanent Change of Station, or PCS, move, the gaining unit assigned them a sponsor. The sponsor was typically a coworker who would look after the new guy, arrange transportation, answer any questions, and generally assist with the transition. Tom did not have a sponsor, at least not to his knowledge. Maybe one had been assigned to him but he had left Korea a month before and been on leave in the states, so he had not had access to his government email. Consequently, he was on his own, which did not particularly bother him. Half the adventure was figuring things out for himself. "You can sign up for the White Swan Shuttle right here," Sandra told him, handing him a clipboard along with his ID card. "It is scheduled to depart at noon and makes stops at Wiesbaden, Ramstein, Vogelweh, Baumholder and Spangdahlem." Tom saw that the cost was $35, which seemed like a pretty good deal. Spangdahlem was two hours from the airport by car, probably longer by a slower van. "You're welcome to hang out here or go explore if you're tired to sitting. We have a baggage storage room off to the side," she indicated a doorway to her right, "if you don't want to carry your belongings around with you. Also, help yourself to any snacks or reading materials." "Thanks!" Tom beamed at her and lugged his gear into the side room. There were a few other military bags and a couple regular suitcases, so he piled all his bags in a corner with his backpack on top to mark his stash. Walking to the main common area, he saw that there was a table with some muffins, streusel, granola bars and a bowl of apples in the corner. Several couches and a few chairs surrounded a large TV where three young men were playing Xbox, in the middle of a heated round of the latest Call of Duty installment. Virtual explosions and real cuss words filled the air as Tom observed them. Late teens, early twenties, hair cut high and tight, the sides shaved almost smooth with a distinct edge around the relatively longer (quarter inch) hair on top. Not fit enough to be Marines, thought Tom, so they must be Soldiers. Sailors and Airmen would both have had faded transitions to their haircuts. Tom grabbed a muffin and settled in to a chair to watch. As the match ended, one of the soldiers proffered the extra controller in Tom's direction. "Hey man, you wanna play? We could use a fourth." Tom shrugged. "Sure, I'll giver 'er a go." He joined in and the next match started. It was a Deathmatch, every man for himself, and it did not take long before the air turned blue again. The final scores showed that Tom had racked up more than double any one of his opponents. "What the fuck!" the first soldier said, shaking his head. "What are you, some kind of virtual Spec Ops Delta Force motherfucker?" Tom laughed. "No, just an Air Force cop." "Oh, hell no," the second soldier chimed in. Turning to his companion he said, "See, Santiago, this is why they're called the Chair Force. Cus they sit around playing video games all day." "Fair enough," Tom said with an easy laugh. "Alright," Santiago said, "Let's go again, but this time with the three of us against you." "Whatever you think will help," Tom shrugged cockily. The match started and the three soldiers did their best to communicate and work as a team. It helped a bit, and the final scores were not nearly as lopsided, but in the end they went down in defeat. "Good game," Santiago stuck out his hand begrudgingly. "Thanks, you too," Tom said as they shook. "I'm Santiago," Santiago said, "This big black son of a bitch is Burns," he indicated the African-American soldier to his right who had made the Chair Force comment, "and this ugly, hajji-looking motherfucker is Kardouni," he pointed to his other friend, who appeared middle eastern. "Fuck you, you racist prick," Kardouni said with a smile. "What? I can't be racist! I'm a minority just like you," Santiago protested. "Nah, you're still racist," Burns said. Everyone laughed. While their rhetoric may have given Social Justice Warriors heartburn, they were real warriors (without any modifiers) who had learned to laugh at the pettiness of identity politics and politically correct outrage. The only colors that mattered in their world were red, white and blue. "Don't feel too bad about getting your asses handed to you by an Airman," Cole said, "I just spent a year at a remote assignment with nothing much else to do other than play Call of Duty." "We don't feel bad," Burns protested. "You may be a Chair Force ranger, but you wouldn't stand a chance against us on a real battlefield." Santiago and Kardouni echoed his sentiments with loud, "Hua"s. "Yeah, you're probably right," Tom said humbly. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, boys," a female's voice spoke up behind them. The four men turned to see a beautiful woman in her mid twenties sitting easily in a comfy chair. Her auburn hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders, framing her pixie face with green eyes and a light smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Their eyes drifted down to the green spaghetti strap top that stretched tightly across her ample bosom and flat stomach. She was wearing red, flannel pants that looked soft to the touch. Looking at her, Tom was reminded of Christmas. The three soldiers gawked at the beautiful girl and she said, "What? All I'm saying is that I can personally attest to the fact that Airman Baird knows his way around a rifle. I wouldn't be here today if he didn't." The soldiers looked back at Tom, a mixture of respect and envy in their eyes. "What's the story, Chair Force?" Santiago asked. Tom waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing much. I just helped bail the LT here out of a tight spot a while back." He turned back to the woman. "It's good to see you again, ma'am. Boys, this is Lieutenant Hodgekins. Lieutenant, this is Santiago, Burns and Kardouni," Tom said, introducing everyone. Vanessa Hodgekins appeared about to say something more, but bit her tongue and let it pass, instead simply saying, "Pleased to meet you all." "You wanna join us, ma'am?" Kardouni asked, scooting over hopefully to make room for her on the couch. Vanessa flashed him an apologetic smile and said, "Thank you, but I am actually about to go try to find some food. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. Would you like to come with me and catch up, Airman Baird?" The lack of an invitation was not lost on the three soldiers, who watched enviously as their newfound hero left them and his controller behind without a backwards glance. Tom and Vanessa explored the terminal, settling on a little café with some pastries and coffee. "Even the airport food is good in Europe," Vanessa sighed around a mouthful of delicious, buttery carbohydrates. "So much better than Korea," Tom agreed. "And I bet if you got meat from a street vendor, it wouldn't even be something that had squeaked when it died." "Hey, don't knock the rat-on-a-stick," Tom admonished. "That trusted staple has helped many a GI keep his soju down long enough to get back on base before curfew." Tom had worked Town Patrol in Korea, walking the tight streets and alleyways, responding to bar fights and making sure all the Americans were back on base by midnight. He was well familiar with the little food carts selling hunks of roasted meat on skewers to inebriated servicemen. Supposedly it was chicken, but Tom had never seen chicken meat that dark. Vanessa laughed and raised a forkful of German pastry in salute. "Here's to schnitzel, strudel and regulated alcohol percentages!" "To Germany!" Tom replied, raising his coffee cup in a toast. The two of them fell to talking about what they were both doing there, and Tom was pleased, yet a little disappointed, to learn that Vanessa was stationed at Ramstein, a base an hour or two to the south of his own, depending on how fast you drove. They finished up and Tom checked his watch; they still had almost an hour before their shuttle departed. "You want to head back to the USO, or go for a walk or something?" he asked. "Let's go explore," Vanessa said. The two of them set off together, heading outside and meandering slowly down the sidewalk as cars rushed by. They walked in silence for a bit before she said, "You know, I never properly thanked you." "For what?" Tom asked. "For Afghanistan." Tom shrugged. "No biggie. Just doing my job." Vanessa looked at him, taking in the short, blonde hair, the square jaw and broad shoulders, trying to see if he was just being modest. She stopped and he came to a halt a moment later, turning back to see what was wrong. She looked into his sky blue eyes and could not help remembering the first time she had seen them, smoke and dust filling the air, peering down at her as bullets snapped above them. "That wasn't just your job," she said softly. "You came back for me when you didn't have to. And I never thanked you. So," she gently gripped his shoulders and, standing on her tip-toes, she kissed his cheek before murmuring, "thank you." The crimson blush on his cheeks made it look as if the shade of her lips had rubbed off on him, but whether he was embarrassed by the thanks or the kiss, she could not tell. "I'll, uh, have to make it a habit to rescue more damsels in distress, ma'am," Tom joked. "Well, I was certainly in distress, but I don't know how much of a damsel I am," Vanessa said with a coy smirk. Tom raised an eyebrow and put on his best 1930s gangster voice, saying, "If ya ain't a damsel, yer certainly a dame. Or perhaps a dish, or maybe even a doll." Vanessa laughed again and said, "And you're a dork. C'mon, we'd better get back to the USO. I'd hate for them to leave without us." She took his arm and they walked back together, Tom soaking up the sensation of her soft, warm breast pressed against his tricep and Vanessa enjoying the feeling of solidity and security she felt being beside him. Ever since that day when he had appeared as if by magic at her side, standing over her as she crouched by the tire of her blown-up humvee, he had filled the place in her mind of the personification of masculine protectors. Her fingers stealthily probed the muscles in his arm and she felt a slight thrill shoot through her, knowing she would fantasize about those arms the next time she was enjoying an intimate session alone. They returned in time to grab their bags and load them up into the back of a white, fifteen-passenger van. The three soldiers would join them for the first leg of their trip to Wiesbaden, which was just half an hour or so up the road. Tom climbed in back since he would be the last one out and, to his happy surprise, Vanessa forwent the front passenger seat where she would normally sit, given her rank, in order to climb in the back with him. The back bench-seat was made for four people, and Tom placed his backpack between himself and the left window as an excuse to sit more in the middle, closer to Vanessa. She did not seem to mind, sliding right up against him in order to make room for her own backpack against the right side. The soldiers sat in the seats ahead of them, and their white-haired driver pulled away from the curb once everyone was buckled. It had been a long flight and a longer night, and Tom had intended to get caught up on some sleep during the three-hour drive, but the heat radiating off the body of the beautiful lieutenant sitting beside him had him wide awake, nerves tingling. Her thigh was pressed against his own, and he was fairly certain that, even with her backpack on the seat, she must have had plenty of room on the other side. Ok, he thought, so that means she's definitely doing this on purpose. As if to confirm his suspicions, Vanessa gave a little wiggle and snuggled herself against his arm. With a yawn she laid her head on his shoulder. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "I'm so sleepy." "Not at all," he replied gallantly. As they drove down the autobahn, Tom did his best to appear nonchalant when Santiago turned around to say something to Kardouni and caught a glimpse of Vanessa's red hair nestled on Tom's shoulder. The Hispanic soldier merely raised an eyebrow and gave Tom a quick thumbs-up, which Tom ignored. What he could not ignore, however, was the feel of the woman pressed against him. Sleeping while sitting up, nestled against someone, is never as comfortable in real life as it looks in the movies, but Vanessa was giving it her best shot. She had slipped her left shoulder behind Tom's, wrapping her left arm around his right, her right hand resting on his shoulder, almost as a sort of a pillow or prop to keep her head from falling forward. The result was that her breasts, her large, firm, yet somehow still soft, breasts, clad only in a tank top with built-in cups (as far as Tom could tell from the lack of bra straps) were pressed against his arm. Her left breast was squished against him, supple flesh pushed up and out, with her right breast pushed by her right arm, creating a delightful amount of cleavage. The fabric was stretched tight over her swelling mounds and, as the ride continued Tom snuck surreptitious glances down at the fiery angel dozing beside him. Soon her breathing became deeper and more even and he grew bolder in his peeks. The air conditioning was doing its job well, and before long Tom could see that the built-in cups were insufficient to the task of hiding Vanessa's built-in temperature gauges. Tom cursed the Army when they arrived at Wiesbaden and the gate guard asked to see everyone's IDs. Vanessa woke and handed up her Common Access Card, or CAC, and before long the soldiers were being dropped in front of their unit headquarters. "Good to meet you guys," Tom said, shaking hands with all of them. "Have a good drive," Santiago said with a wink. "Thanks. Next time you're stuck out on the field eating MRE's, think of me. I'll be the guy in the comfy chair with a steak, baked potato and a beer." Everyone laughed. "Fuckin' Chair Force," Kardouni swore good-naturedly. "I don't know if it'll be steak, but it looks like you'll be eating something," Santiago said, low enough for only the guys to hear, glancing meaningfully at Vanessa who was several paces away, talking to their driver. His comment was met with more laughs and a couple of "hua"s, and Kardouni repeated, this time in a congratulatory tone, "Fuckin' Chair Force!" Vanessa and the driver turned to see what the uproar was about and caught Tom blushing bright red. "Get your gear and get out of here," he said, pushing them towards the back of the van and helping them get their bags out. "I've still got a long ride before I get to my base." "Yeah you do!" Burns said, prompting more snickering. With the soldiers safely delivered, Tom and Vanessa climbed back into the van. He half expected her to pick a different seat, now that there were three empty rows ahead of him, but she stayed right beside him, settling in close once again. Their driver caught Tom's eye in the rearview mirror and pointedly reached out and tilted the mirror up, obscuring his view of the rear of his van. "You kids mind if I put on some music?" he asked his two passengers. Vanessa and Tom had no objections, and soon the sounds of the 1960s wafted back over the noise of the road. "I was talking to our driver while you guys were unloading," Vanessa said. "He's retired Air Force. Got stationed here after Vietnam and never left." "Nice," Tom said. "I can see why." The green countryside and fertile fields whizzed past as they flew down the autobahn. Little villages were nestled down in the valleys with tall church spires rising up towards the blue sky. "It's beautiful," Vanessa said softly, looking out the window. "I'll say," Tom agreed, adding, "Germany looks nice, too." Vanessa giggled and turned back towards him. "Now, where were we?" she asked as she nestled back into his side. This time, Tom felt bold enough to lift his arm and put it around her shoulders. She snuggled in close and put her head against his chest. He traced his fingers over the smooth skin of her right arm and her hand rested against his stomach. She settled down again and Tom assumed she was falling back asleep. He thought about trying to catch forty winks himself, but she felt too good against him and he did not want to miss a moment. Better to stay awake anyway and get over the jet lag as soon as possible, he told himself. The van hit a slight bump, and Vanessa's hand slipped down, landing in his lap. Tom froze. The feel of her body, her silky smooth skin and the intoxicating smell of her shampoo just under his nose had not been without effect. The hard lump in his pants had been at a modified parade rest ever since they had sat down, and now his junior member sprang to attention under the officer's hand. Tom waited a moment, not sure if she had noticed or if she was truly asleep. Just as he decided on the latter and was about to gingerly pick up her wrist and move her off of his manhood, her fingers twitched. \*\*\* Vanessa had been trying to fall back asleep, the rhythm of the road and her sleepless flight lulling her into a state of semi-consciousness, but she was struggling with excitement of her own. Ever since they had walked back to the USO together, her sensitive boob pressed against Airman Baird's arm, she had felt a familiar glow between her legs. The sensation had only increased during their brief drive to Wiesbaden, and when she had dismount the vehicle she detected a distinctly damp coolness where her panties should have been warm and dry. When they climbed out of the van to drop of the soldiers, Vanessa had told herself that she needed to sit up front. She would be the next one out, after all, so it only made sense. Besides, she was an officer and he was enlisted. The Uniform Code of Military Justice made it very clear that relationships between officers and enlisted personnel were strictly forbidden. Not merely forbidden, she reminded herself, literally illegal. She had let things go far enough. She would sit up front. As the soldiers shouldered their packs and walked away, Tom climbed up into the van in front of her. Vanessa's eyes locked onto his ass as the fabric of his jeans stretched tight across his muscular thighs and his arms rippled when he pulled himself inside. He wasn't extremely jacked like a body builder or anything, but he had a lean, solid physique that suggested he could not only lift heavy objects, but run with them over his shoulders. She knew firsthand how it felt to be one of those objects, bullets snapping all around as his boots pounded sand. When the nightmares came, she focused on the memory of those arms, forcing the dream into something more pleasant, thinking of them wrapped around her while his thighs flexed as he pounded something different. Now, unexpectedly, here they were, right in front of her! With an inaudible whimper, she climbed in behind him, all thoughts of sitting up front forgotten. Vanessa sat next to Tom in silence as they pulled off post, pretending to be interested in the scenery as their driver put on the tunes. She knew what she wanted, but was still struggling with herself when Tom made his joke about the beautiful scenery. It was just the encouragement she needed. He's into you, too! her mind practically screamed, doing a little mental victory dance. She snuggled in close, laying her head on his shoulder and pretending to fall asleep. Her had rested on his hard stomach, hesitating to make the final move further south. She waited for a bump in the road to give her an excuse, planning to use enhanced impact that would come from sitting in the back of the van to her advantage. She would let her hand fall into his lap "on accident" while she feigned sleep and see what his reaction was. If he moved her away, she would back off. If not, then she would take it as permission to carry on. As time stretched on, she began to silently curse the smoothness of the German roads. Just as she was giving up hope, they crossed a bridge and the expansion gap gave her the jostle she had been waiting for. As her hand fell into Airman Baird's lap, she was surprised and pleased to feel the hard lump waiting for her. It even twitched and grew! After a few moments it appeared that Baird was content to leave her hand in place. Vanessa's heart raced. She could still back out, still pretend that it had been an unconscious accident. This isn't all about you, though, she rationalized. You're just saying "thank you" in the way he will most appreciate. It would be ungrateful of you not to follow through with this. Choosing not to question her motivations too hard, she decided to go with that train of thought. Swallowing hard, she flexed her fingers, feeling the outline of the hard cock through the airman's pants. \*\*\* Tom sat immobile in stunned silence as his lieutenant, as he always thought of her, traced the outline of his erection. She did not look up at him, her head still nestled against his chest, the motion of her hand the only indication that she was not alseep. On the third, seemingly hesitant, pass, he resumed thinking, his mind racing as he considered his next move. Don't just sit there like an idiot! You gotta do something to encourage her, to let her know that you're ok with this! He briefly considered unfastening his jeans and sliding them down, but discarded the notion as too presumptive. Who knew how far she was really wanting to take things? Instead, he settled for gentling stroking the skin on her arm in what he hoped was an encouraging, reciprocal gesture. As his fingers caressed her shoulder and bicep, he felt her shiver, but whether in fear or anticipation he could not tell. His own fears were allayed, however, when she squeezed his dick firmly, causing him to gasp slightly. She took his gasp as encouragement and squeezed him again and his rock hard cock made room for a little extra blood, swelling almost painfully. Tom was disappointed when she let go, but his disappointment did not last long when she tugged at his belt, popping the tongue out and loosing the tension in a practiced movement. Vanessa's fingers fumbled with the button for a moment and Tom considered helping her, but it slipped out after a brief resistance and she slid the zipper down slowly. The lieutenant slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, and Tom regretted having settled for a pair of plain, standard-issue white briefs. Vanessa did not seem to mind, however, as her small hand wrapped around the thick shaft, the tip already wet with pre-cum. Vanessa squeezed and slid her thumb over his slit, spreading the leaking liquid around the head before experimentally sliding her hand up and down his cock a few times. Tom's right hand became bolder and his tracing fingers increased their area of operations to include her collarbone and upper chest, making ever-expanding probes in an attempt to take the high ground to the south. Vanessa did not seem to mind, and she twisted slightly while bringing her right arm under her breast, giving him better access and lifting the ample flesh up towards his advancing digits. Tom needed no further encouragement and sent out a strike team, sliding under her shirt and taking firm hold of the target. Vanessa let go of his dick and Tom worried that he had gone too far when she grasped the top of his pants and underwear and attempted to tug them down. Tom lifted his hips off the seat and assisted her with his left hand, not wanting to give up the ground so recently gained by his right, and soon his jeans and briefs were pooled around his ankles, his bare ass sticking slightly to the vinyl seat. As his drawers slid down, his cock had been trapped and pulled down before popping free, slapping back against his stomach when finally released. Vanessa froze and Tom had glanced forward hurriedly, worried that the sound had reached their driver four seats ahead. If it had, the old man gave no indication and Tom breathed a sign of relief, thankful for the music covering their lack of noise-discipline. Tom's attention was pulled away from their driver as a sudden warm wetness enveloped his dick. Vanessa took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his spongy head. Tom tried to remain expressionless, just in case their driver turned around, and he was grateful that the rear view mirror had been tilted away. Had the old man known that he would need the privacy? Maybe he had put two and two together when Vanessa had joined him in the backseat and had just taken precautions. Either way, Tom mentally saluted the old veteran and decided not to worry about him any more. He may have been retired, but he was still a good wingman. Tom's attention was drawn back to the heavenly activities taking place at his nether regions as Vanessa sucked him deep, burying her nose in his pubes. He was glad that he had recently trimmed things up down there, but worried that she might not find things are fresh as they could have been after the long flight. He felt his cock slide down her throat and she bobbed there a few times before surfacing for air, not seeming to find anything objectionable. Indeed, he did not know it, but the musky, male scent had only heightened her arousal. His right hand was massaging the officer's right tit, gently rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her auburn hair spilled around his lap, obscuring his view of what she was doing, but Tom figured that was for the best. He intended to try and make this last as long as he could, and adding visual stimulation to the already-exciting physical sensations would have quickly pushed him over the top. Tom felt a momentary pang of regret as Vanessa rotated, propping herself up on her elbows and twisting her boob out of his grasp. She struggled to fit onto the seat next to him, and Tom graciously slid over, tossing his backpack over the seat in front of him. Vanessa scooched with him, never taking his dick out of her mouth, and lay with her stomach against the seat, her feet up slightly against the right side of the van. Tom rested his right hand on her back while his left hand gently slid through her hair, not pushing her down onto his dick, but just letting her know that he approved of her bobbing motions. Vanessa felt the heat growing between her own legs and squirmed slightly, squeezing her thighs together and trying to push her mound against the seat cushion. Tom noticed the movement and ran his hand down her back, sliding under her own waistband. He felt the smooth silk of her panties and withdrew to reattempt entry, this time ducking under both layers and caressing the smooth skin of her ass. She wiggled in appreciation and lifted her hips, pressing her firm buttocks against his hand. He squeezed her and was rewarded with another deep-throating of his spit-slicked rod. He squeezed first the right cheek, then the left, and then placed his hand over both and began to massage. He almost blew his load right then and there as Vanessa hummed in appreciation, but managed to hold his fire and focus on what his hand was doing, distracting himself as best he could from the attentions of her talented mouth. As he kneaded the firm flesh of his superior's posterior, his middle finger worked its way between her cheeks. The lieutenant spread her legs apart, inviting him deeper in, and he felt her shiver again as he tickled her asshole. Leaning slightly to his right, Tom stretched a bit farther and slipped his finger down between the clefts of her labia. Her pussy was soaking wet, and with just the slightest pressure he was inside her. Vanessa whimpered, lips still wrapped around his cock. He did not press too far, instead just moistening the tip of his finger before pulling out and reaching further still, spreading the lubrication up her slit and circling her clit. Vanessa pressed her pussy against his hand, encouraging the contact. Tom fell into a rhythm, circling, sliding, dipping, repeating, matching speed with the beautiful woman's bobbing head. Vanessa's neck began to grow tired so she decided it was time to go for the prize and picked up the pace. She reached between his legs, gently fondling her airman's balls, coaxing them to supply the ammunition needed, encouraging him to open fire. Tom squeezed her pussy harder, pressing delightfully against her clit and Vanessa let out a soft moan, nodding her head in encouragement. Tom got the message and concentrated on her clit as her hips began to buck, pushing against his hand. On a whim he slipped his thumb down, pushing inside her, rubbing the front of her vaginal wall and producing a deep, humming moan of approval from Vanessa. She plunged down hard, taking Tom to the base of his cock as her throat vibrated around him, pushing him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and knew that he could delay the inevitable no longer. Tapping her twice lightly on the top of her head, as if indicating to a gunner that he was loaded and ready to fire, he whispered, "Fire in the hole!" Vanessa pulled up but not off, bobbing quickly up and down on the head of his cock, popping her lips over the rim and hitting all the right nerve endings. Tom's groin clenched and tightened, his rod standing at attention for its inspecting officer as the first hot gush of cum erupted into her waiting mouth. Vanessa kept her lips sealed around the muzzle of his gun as he squeezed off six rounds and finally ceased fire, his cock twitching and dry-firing slightly. As Tom's head cleared, he remembered his task and set to work fiddling furiously with the wet, hot pussy in his right hand just as Vanessa popped off of his spent cock and swallowed the load he had given her. The taste of his cum and the sluttiness of drinking his seed, combined with the sudden resumption of the two-pronged assault on her clit and g-spot, brought her own orgasm to fruition. She buried her face against the area just above Tom's penis, pressing against his stomach to stifle her cry of pleasure. Her thighs squeezed Tom's hand as her entire body went ridged and he kept a steady pressure against her clit while his thumb pulsated inside her spasming pussy. As he felt her relax and take in a ragged breath, he gentle eased out of her, not wanting to irritate her overly-sensitive nerves. Vanessa sighed and rolled over on her back, her head in his lap, smiling shyly up at him. It was the first time they had locked eyes since their activities had begun, and she was uncertain what he was thinking. From the happy, contented look on his face she was reassured that he had no qualms about the liberties she had taken. Don't be ridiculous, she scolded herself. He took just as many liberties as you did. She glanced meaningfully towards the front of the van, her unspoken question about whether the driver had given any indication that he was aware of what they had been up to. Tom pursed his lips and gave a slight shake of his head, much to the lieutenant's relief. "You good?" Tom asked softly. She nodded and smiled again, nestling her head into his lap. His bare cock, now standing at ease, lay against her head, nestled in her hair. Vanessa seemed in no hurry to put it away, and Tom was not about to ask her to get up. She yawned and whispered, "So sleepy." "Take a nap," Tom offered. "I'll wake you when we get there." Vanessa closed her eyes. Tom stroked her head gently with his left hand, enjoying the softness of her hair. "That feels nice," she murmured, followed by a approving "mmm-hmm" when his fingertips applied a little more pressure, massaging her scalp. His right hand was resting on her stomach, no longer on her pussy but reluctant to stop touching her altogether. Vanessa felt the same way and took his wrist, directing his hand to her breasts. Tom slipped his hand under her top once again and she held him there, letting him feel her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. She gave a final yawn and drifted off to sleep, pushing any thoughts or worries about the future aside. Time enough to deal with those later, for now she had an hour of post-orgasmic bliss with nothing to do but rest securely with the man she had fantasized about ever since he had rescued her from that dusty, smoky roadside in the mountains of Afghanistan. \*\*\* Tom contentedly half-dozed as the van rolled through the German countryside. Vanessa slept with her head in his lap and he was tempted to sleep himself, but he had promised to wake her in time and he knew he would need a moment to pull up his pants before they hit Ramstein's front gate. Plus, he did not want to miss a moment of feeling her lay against his cock while his hand held the soft mound of her left boob. Breast? Tit? He dreamily considered the best word for them. He liked "breast." It was respectful, formal, a fitting word for an officer's funbags. No, he laughed to himself, definitely not "funbags." Boob sounds too childish, tit sounds too crass. Save that for talking dirty. His hand, he decided, was resting on her breast. The jet lag and recent blowjob combined to lull him into a happy stupor, though he restrained the urge to squeeze and play with her breasts, not wanting to wake her. Still, just touching one had a stimulating effect and soon his dick was hard again, pressing warmly against the top of her head. All too soon they pulled off the autobahn, blue signs indicating the way to Ramstein Airbase. Tom used it as an excuse to squeeze his lieutenant's breast gently, giving her a small shake. "We're almost here, ma'am," he said. Vanessa came to, wondering briefly about his use of "ma'am." Was he trying to reestablish the formality of their relative positions, or was it just force of habit? Tom gave her nipple one last tweak as he reluctantly slid his hand out from under her shirt, so she figured it was probably just force of habit. She sat up into a sitting position, running her fingers through her thoroughly-mussed hair; scalp massages may feel great, but they were not exactly conducive to keeping one's 'do in place. Tom reached down, pulling his jeans and underwear up. As he lifted his butt off the seat, Vanessa cast an appreciative glance at his erect cock just before he uncomfortably stuffed it away. "Sad," she said wistfully. Tom caught her eye and they both laughed. "Help yourself anytime," he said, trying to play it cool. "Maybe I will," she said with a wink. "Though not as much as I'd like," she added sadly. "Why'd you have to get orders to Spangdahlem?" "I just requested Germany and that's what they gave me," Tom said apologetically. They approached the main gate and Vanessa grabbed Tom's ID card before crawling forward to give it and hers to the driver. The gate guard examine all three IDs, M9 on his hip and beret slanted at a jaunty angle as he glanced through the window to ensure the pictures matched the occupants. He handed the cards back to the driver and offered Vanessa a salute which she returned, leaning forward over the seatback and giving the lucky gate guard a quick view down the front of her top. She had a soft spot for Security Forces troops and made a habit out of brightening their days whenever she could. She settled back in her seat and handed Tom back his ID card as the van continued on towards the long-term parking area where Vanessa had left her car. She was quiet for a moment and Tom sensed that she was suddenly nervous. He had a decent guess what it might be about, so he bit the bullet and said, "Just so you know, I won't go running my mouth or anything. I don't want to get you in trouble for getting familiar with the help." He grinned, letting her know that there were no hard feelings. A wave of relief washed over Vanessa, yet it was mixed with more than a teaspoon's worth of regret. Of course a cop would understand about UCMJ violations, she realized. Security Forces troops filled two roles for the Air Force, providing security for everything from base perimeters and aircraft to nuclear weapons and missile silos, and also performing law enforcement for the base populace. Basically, they were a combination of military police and light infantry, equally able to hand out traffic tickets or handle an M249 SAW (squad automatic weapon). Most Airmen only saw them in their roles as cops and gate guards and little suspected or appreciated the ground-combat capabilities under the blue beret. Vanessa had first-hand experience, however, and tended to think of them first as Defenders, and second as police. "Thank you, Airman Baird," she nodded with mock formality, "your discretion is certainly appreciated." Then, with a quick glance to make sure their driver had not fixed his mirror, she took his cheek in one hand and leaned over, giving him a long, lingering kiss. "I wish you didn't have to, though," she said wistfully. Tom looked at the gorgeous officer sitting beside him and a pang of longing shot through his heart. You both know the rules, he reminded himself sternly. Breaking them a bit for a little fun is one thing; putting her career in jeopardy is another. No, they both knew that any relationship they might want was dead on the runway. The balance of power between officers and enlisted personnel was just too lopsided, and even mutually consensual relationships were forbidden, both because of fears of that power being abused and also to avoid any kind of favoritism. Enlisted personnel of varying ranks could date and marry as long as they were not in the same chain of command, but officer-enlisted relationships were strictly off-limits. Even close, platonic friendships were technically in violation of the anti-fraternization laws, let alone romantic or sexual relationships. Tom had been friends (not too closely) with a fighter pilot who secretly dated and then married an Airman First Class. When his commander had found out, he was demoted and his career was essentially finished; officers were not allowed to flout the rules, even if they were pilots. "I know it sucks, but you know I always got your back, right LT?" Tom gave a crooked smile, trying to deflect the seriousness hidden in his sentiment with a show of humor. "I know," she replied. "I just really liked it when you had my front as well." She smirked and gave her chest a little wiggle, causing her large breasts to jiggle in a most delightful manner. Tom laughed and said, "You know you aren't making this any easier, right?" Vanessa lowered her head contritely. "Sorry, sir." "Sir?" he echoed in disgust. "It's 'sergeant,' ma'am; I work for a living." Vanessa brightened up, glad to turn the conversation to anything happier than the impossibility of them having a relationship. "Hey, congratulations!" "Thanks! I sewed on Staff while I was on leave before coming over here, which is why my ID card hasn't been updated yet." "That's great!" she said and gave him a hug, this time more friendly than flirtatious. "Since you bring it up, I actually just made Captain a couple months back." "Nice! Congrats to you too, then." They were interrupted by the van turning into the parking lot and their driver asking which car was Vanessa's. She directed him to a silver Mercedes and Tom and the driver helped her transfer her bags from the van to her trunk. As she closed the lid their driver said, "I'll let you two say goodbye," and climbed back behind the wheel. "So, ah, hey, let me give you my number before you go," Vanessa said. "If you're ever down this way for training or something, hit me up. Just because we can't officially be together doesn't mean that we can't be friends." "Exactly," Tom agreed. "We're old war buddies, after all." "Right. And you've got my back." "You do have a nice back..." Tom smirked. "However," he added, patting his pockets, "I am an un-squared away Airman and do not have a pen." "Don't worry about it, I'll shoot you an email on Global," Vanessa reassured him, referring to the Air Force's global address book in Outlook. "Now hurry up and go before the van leaves without you." She stepped in for another hug, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her supple body against his hard one. "I'm glad I could thank you properly for saving my life," she whispered into his ear. "I'd say any debt you may have felt is more than repaid," he chuckled. "Nah, that was a mutual exchange. Make sure you wash your hand before you eat," she giggled. "Are you kidding? I'm never washing this hand again!" Her giggle turned into a laugh. "Gross!" Leaning back slightly, she kissed him again, the tip of her tongue darting between his lips in just the briefest flash. Before he could react, she stepped away. He made to grab for her again but she spun away. "Thank you again, Sergeant Baird," she said, still laughing as she opened her car door. "For everything." "Anytime, ma'am," he replied, smiling and shaking his head. She lowered herself into her vehicle and Tom climbed into the van, settling into the seat behind the driver this time. He had fixed the mirror and Tom caught his eye as Captain Vanessa Hodgekins' Mercedes pulled away. "Quite the catch you've got there," the old man said appreciatively. "I dunno about 'catch,'" Tom said, shaking his head ruefully. "She's a bit out of my league, if you know what I mean." "I do indeed, son," the retiree said; he had noticed their respective ranks on their ID cards. "Still, catch and release can be fun, too." Tom laughed. "Yes, sir! That it can." "Besides," the old man continued as they exited the base and headed for the autobahn once again, "there are plenty other fish in the sea, and you are in the prime fisheries of Deutschland. No need to land the first one to nibble your worm." Tom wasn't sure whether to be amused or embarrassed; obviously their driver had been more aware of what had taken place behind his back than he had previously let on. "Yes, sir, point taken," Tom grinned, deciding to go with amused. If the old man didn't have a problem with it, then neither did he. The forests and fields drifted by as Tom once again settled back in his seat. He and his driver fell to chatting about Germany and military service, Tom happy to learn that his driver, Master Sergeant Bill Tompkins (retired), was an old Security Police troop from back before the career field had been revamped into Security Forces. They told stories comparing the Air Force then and now, Tom soaking up pointers and advice about his new duty location as the miles passed beneath the rolling wheels. At last they lapsed into silence and Tom fell to thinking of Vanessa. He was not sure what the future held in store, but one thing was certain: there was no way he was ever going to get to have a serious relationship with her. Part of him felt the pangs of loss, but he pushed that aside, reminding himself that his driver was right. He was a young, single Staff Sergeant, newly arrived in Germany with at least three years ahead of him in some of the richest fishing grounds a bachelor like him could ask for. It was going to be a good time.

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Title: Strange new beginings (side story part 3) by hiddenXshadow Tags: Character Development, Fox, Gay, Gay Relationships, Human, Love, Relationships, Story Progression, Story Series Sorry guys, i had a great idea for the side story and decided to catch it up with the main story. Doesn't contain yiff but it will next chapter! please please please rate and comment because it will really help me. "I love you Stevey" purred a soft voice from behind him. He spun around to see Ryan, only in his tight boxers, wagging his tail excitedly. "I love you to Ryan" He ran up to the fox and wrapped his arms around his furry hips. "I never want to let you go baby.. I want you so bad." "Well, ill have to do something about that then", and with that, he took the boys lips in his own, and kissed him so passionatly. His tounge was at Steveys lips, begging for entry, and he submitted willingly. His body was supporting the small human, and he could feel the soft and gentle beat of Stevey's heart against his own. Stevey awoke with a start, and he found himself in a strange, new room. Not that he could see it, he could smell the change. The scent of oil and fuel were no longer in the air, and the musky scent of Tommy was no where. He could feel an unusual warmth beneath his tiny frame, and he slowly glid his hands along the slender, furry frame. "Good morning Stevey" Ryan giggled as Stevey withdrew his hands at break neck speed. "Goodmorning sexy" Stevey giggled back at him, feeling a warmth in his own body. "May i ask how i got here?" he blushed a soft pink, which made his angelic face more beautiful. "I followed you to your appartmeant, and you were being raped by that low life wolf. I couldn't bear to see you like that... So vunerable and hurt. So i knocked him out and took you to my appartment" He leaned forward and hissed Stevey's pink lips. "I love you" "I love you too!" Stevey was elated and was grinned brightly, with that delicious smile that made Ryan's heart beat quickly. "What would you like for breakfast hun? I can make pancakes if you would like" He licked his lips at the taught of pancakes, and so did Stevey. "Are you sure baby? i mean, i would love pancakes, but i don't want to make them just for me." "It's no problem i swear" He gently picked Stevey up off of his chest, and carried him out of the bedroom. The living space was all open planned, with a hot tub, sunk into the floor in the centre of the room. Ryan gently put stevey in the hot tub, and turned the bubbles on. "You just stay there and relax! I'll be back soo with pancakes". Ryan trotted off and left Stevey to have fun. "Ryan?" he called quietly. "Yes dear?" "You have to join me when you've finished. And NO underwear is allowed. I'm not going to be the only naked one" He grinned as he imagined the fox naked. A splash next to him caused him to scream, and Ryn ran over. "Oh" he laughed. "Thats just Rasmus my kitty kat" he said in a silly, childish voice. Stevey smiled again. "He's a stupid cat, 'coz he loves to swim" Both boys laughed. "OH THE PANCAKES!" Ryan remembered and ran of again. Stevey was laying in the tube, When another splash accured on his other side. "Rasmus?" he asked in a quiet voice, which was shaken with fear. "No it Ryan" Both laughed together. "Open wide sexy pants, i'm going to feed you." He giggled softly and pushed a piece of pancake into Stevey's lips. "Wow these are brilliant" Stevey was eating them down really fast. "Im glad you like them" he was blushing slightly after the coment from his love. "RAYN! OPEN THIS DOOR WE NEED TO TALK!" someone was hammering and shouting at the door. "Fucking hell..." "What is it Ryan?" Stevey was worried about who it was, and what they might do to Ryan. "My ex.. It's nothing, he's like this" He wrapped a towel around his waist, and hastily made his way to the door. "What do you want Damian?" "I want you back baby. I love you and i've never stopped" His eyes drift to Stevey, who is sat in the hot tub. "Who the hell is that!" he screeched, "God he is ugly, and he's not even a fur!" "Leave him alone" Ryan was snarling at Damian. "You only went out with me because im CEO of a major bio-genetics company. You saw the money and you went for it. Your heartless!" He slammed the door and returned to Stevey who was looking shocked. "Your CEO of Gen-Tech?!" His emerald eyes were wide, but they couldn't see the look of embaressment on Ryan's face. "Yes i am...... I'm sorry i didn't tell you, i just wanted you to love me for being me and no one else!" "I do love you. I dont give a fuck about the money or the fame!" he snuggled against the warm body of Ryan. "What is the latest thing your working on sweety?" "Wow.. your actually interested in my work?" It was Ryan's turn to be suprised. "Of course i am! Your life is my life now" he giggled softly and kissed Ryan. "Well our newest technology is a process called 'Bio-genetic modification', it allows gay and lesbian couples to have children, without surigates, and the baby is 100% theres. We've combined it with our catalyst and your able to have a baby in 2 days" "TWO DAYS?! wow!" Stevey was excited. "Were looking for two couples to test it out on" he paused. "Go on" Stevey was urging him on "I was wondering if you would like to be one of the couples to test it out.... We can have a baby together and have a proper family" Steveys eyes were watering, and gentle sobs were coming from his chest. "Of course Ryan! Lets have a baby together" The smiled at each other and shared a passionate kiss together, knowing soon, they would be a family.

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Title: How Girls Night Changed My Life Tags: wife, blowjob, friend, anal, best friend, virgin, anal sex *This is my first ever story so I do not know how good it will be.* \* My name is Steve and I have a great life. I have a great job. I have a beautiful wife. I didn't think my life could get much better until my wife came home from a girls night with all of her friends. Now let me tell you a little about my wife. Her name is Lexi. She is 5'6" and 125 lbs. with a fit and toned body. She loves to work out and take care of her body. She has natural C breasts that have a perfect round shape and perky. Her ass is so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. The ass is full and round and 99% of women would die to have it. A little about myself, I am 6'4" and 220lbs. I also work out quite a bit. We as a couple spend probably too much time at the gym but with all that time I have become very happy with my body. Another part of me I should mention since this is a sex story is my dick. I have about a 9 1/2" long and a pretty thick dick. Knowing that is well above normal I was always nervous to introduce him to Lexi. Lexi only complained at the beginning of our 10 years marriage that I was to big. That made me feel good and since then her love canal is a perfect fit. We are a couple that does not like hair either so both of us enjoyed laser hair removal to get rid of most of the hair on our bodies. Lexi left a little for a landing strip if she ever felt like having one but for the most part she keeps her little pussy bare. Our marriage is great. We are best friend and love spending time together. Our sex life is good for a normal married couple. We both waited till marriage so neither of us have much sexual experience outside of what we learned on out own or from movies. She keeps me satisfied with sex a few times a week. We always keep our sex pretty normal because she has always been conservative and I have never really tried to push her boundaries. Thinking I was keeping her happy by not pushing her to far. This however was a mistake, as I would soon find out. I personally loved blowjobs but she would only blow me maybe one a month and would never let me cum in her mouth or let me blow my load all over her face and tits. I would always tell her when I was about to cum and have me put it in her pussy to get off in there. I am not complaining about giving my wife a nice creampie but every guy fantasizes about a nice cumshot or his wife swallowing his big load. However, sperm subconsciously grossed out Lexi so she never let me get any near her face or mouth. The other fantasy I had was putting my big dick in her amazing ass. I was always too afraid to bring up anal sex because of her conservative background and I thought she would think I was crazy. I would always tell her I am down to try anything sexual at least once. Hoping she would come up with the crazy idea to let me fuck her in the ass. Of course that never happened and I was living in a dream world. I would always try to touch or graze her little hole, during doggy style while her ass was spread open to me or during foreplay when I finger her I would let one finger rub her asshole a little bit. I did all of the teasing to see if she would ever give me any reaction. However she never gave any response to a touch. She also never told me to stop touching her asshole so I took it as a partial win. Now for the story that changed our relationship and sex life forever. I was home alone on a weeknight while Lexi was at her monthly girls night. Her girl's nights are usually tame parties that consist of dinner, games and a lot of girl talk. My nights at home alone consisted of watching TV and showering after work. Lexi's girl's nights usually don't go to late but this one in particular kept the ladies out past midnight. Normally I would be asleep by that time but I like to wait up for her so hear how the party went and if there is any new gossip that I should know about. She eventually got home at about 12:30 and came and joined me on the couch. I start asking her the normal questions of how the party went. She gave me the surprise of my life when she asked me, "would you ever want to have anal sex?" I didn't want to show too much excitement because the wheels were turning so fast in my head and my dick seemed to be growing by the second. I deflected the questions by asking her, "Where did this question come from and what did you guys talk about tonight?" Lexi then went through their whole conversation and she said, "We started with normal girl talk but the conversation turned towards sex quickly and we stayed there the rest of the night. First we talked about how often we all have sex and for most of my friends it is often. My group of friends has some pretty horny girls. Next it was about our husbands." I had to stop her there and ask "what about your husbands." She continued and said, "Well please don't get mad but we talked about how horny all of the men are but that is just part of being a guy and then it turned to dick size." I could not believe what she was saying to me because I always thought she was more private about such things. I asked her, "So you told all your friend about my dick, I can't believe this!" Lexi then started rubbing my leg just a little bit below my cock and was pleading, "Please don't get mad it really was not bad and plus you have a lot to brag about." "What are you talking about"? I said "Well all my friends could not believe how big you were. They thought I was lying to them but I told them it was the truth and they were amazed. Most of their husbands are about 5" to 6". I didn't know they came that small. Some of my friends wanted me to get a picture of your dick to show it to them. I just laughed at them but I think they were really serious." Lexi said My mood defiantly got better because now her hand was now stroking my cock through my shorts. I was rock hard but I wanted to hear the rest of the story. "I think you are in a better mood now" she said as she grabbed my cock. "I feel much better" I was never mad because I am pretty proud of my man meat. "I felt so proud and good about you and your body so I am sorry if I shared to much but everyone just seemed so jealous. Now at your poker night you will know all of your friends wives want to see your cock." Lexi said "Now continue with your conversations," I said. Lexi continued, "Ok so your dick talk turned into blowjobs, orgasms and vibrators. Some of my friends can get off with just the dick and now knowing their husbands dick size we know why but most of them use vibrators and dildos. Kim talked a lot about her vibrating dildos. She told us that she uses them a couple of times a day." Kim is my Lexi's best friend and as a couple we hang out with Kim and her husband all the time. "You guys covered a lot of topics, no wonder you were there so late. Kim also sounds like a sex addict." I said. "She kind of is and our last topic was interesting, anal sex. Kim brought it up saying some of her new neighbor friends have anal sex regularly. One of her neighbors said she really like anal and orgasms every time she gets fucked in the ass. Another friend said her husband loves to put it in her ass so she uses it a special treat for him. " Lexi said. Hearing Lexi talk so open, dirty and casual about sex was such a turn on. Her conservative self would normally talk about someone getting fucked in the ass. I had only heard her say the F word a couple times the whole time I had known her. "So what did your friends have to say about all of this."? I asked "All of them claimed they have never tried it. Some of them thought it was gross. Others wondered what it would really be like. Kim wants to try it but Matt said no. She is really curious and was mad Matt would not try it. We then talked about if our husbands would really want to try anal. That is why I asked you about anal." Now I needed to come up with an answer that would not push her away but leave her interested. "Well to tell you the truth I have thought about it a little bit in the past. You have an amazing ass that it has always really interested me but I did not know if it would be fun or a little gross or what. I am always willing to try something once and it would be interesting to find out what it would be like. I like to have new experiences so in a round about way I would try it but that would be totally up to you and I would never want to do something you do not want to. What do you think about it?" I rambled nervously. "I do not know how I really feel about it. I don't think I want to try it anytime soon but I want to think about it more and maybe talk about it. Maybe one day we can do it but I just think it will hurt and the thought of you fucking me in my ass is just a little weird right now. From now on if you have anything sexually you have thought about or want to try I want you to tell me and we can talk about them. For now I am quite horny so do you want to fool around?" Lexi said. "You know I do and I think I would get some serious blue balls if we didn't with all this sex talk I am so turned on." I said. "Lets take theses shorts of and free your amazing cock" I loved how she was talking, we do not talk dirty very often and if we do it is not very dirty so to even hear her talk about my cock was great. She then got on her knees in front of me and said, "do you want me to suck your big dick," the questions was more rhetorical because she did not wait for me to answer before the tip of my dick slipped into her mouth. This was really out of the norm for her to be blowing me out on the couch but I was just going to go with it and enjoy every moment. She was focusing on the head swirling her tongue around and around. Lexi took my cock in one hand and started jerking me slowly. The girls must have talked about different techniques of blowing because she was doing some new moves. Gradually she started to take a little bit more of my cock into her mouth. I could tell she was getting into it and even more turned on as she started to moan. A couple more inches went into her mouth and now she probably had about half or my cock in. This was better then she has ever done. The blowjob was great and I did not know if I could last much longer. She stopped suddenly to look at me and say, "I don't know what has gotten into me but I am really liking this right now. Am I doing OK?" "You are doing amazing this is the best blowjob you have ever given me. I don't think I will be able to last much longer." I said. "I want to suck you a little longer but tell me when you are about to cum. Oh yeah grab your phone and take some picture of me. I want to see what I look like with this big cock in my month. Maybe I will show my friends." She then winked at me. My brain was all over the place. My conservative wife wanted me to make porn with her. I could not believe it but this was on the way towards being the best sex night ever for me. "You keep blowing me like you are, you can show them whatever you want." I said. "Kim and a few other girls talked about deep throating at the party and how much their husbands loved it. Would it be OK if I tried it on you?" Lexi asked "Holy shit Lexi, you are amazing and so sexy right now. You can do anything you want to me honey. I would love for you to try to deep throat me. How about you take off some of your clothes first." I said She stood up and started strip off her clothes. Once she was down to her bra and panties she got back on her knees and got back to work. She looked amazing. She had on a matching set black thong and bra. The material was sheer so her pink nipples showed through nicely. The little break from her blowing me gave me the extra stamina I needed. I turned my phone camera and started to take pictures. Lexi looked so hot with my cock in her mouth. I started giving her direction. First to look up at the camera so I could see her eyes as she sucked. I felt like I was directing porn but she seemed to like it and was doing anything I told her. "Take my cock out and just smile as you look at it," she looked so happy which made me ecstatic. "This will be a good one to show your friends," We both laughed "Now lick and suck on my balls as you slowly jack me." She had never sucked on my balls before. I would of never thought to ask her until now. She didn't even hesitate. "Oh honey you look so hot and that feels so good." I said "Thanks baby I am so horny right now. Blowing you is turning me on so much" Lexi said. "Ok now back to blowing me, see how much of my cock you can take and remove your bra. I want to get your tits in the pictures too. We can show those off to your friends too." Ha-ha I laughed. She looked so good topless with a cock in her mouth. She took a couple strokes to be back to half my cock in her mouth. I gave her encouragement saying, "Oh you look so good and you are doing amazing." I continued to take pictures. Little by little she went down my shaft. Each time down my shaft a little more went into her mouth. 5 inches then 6 inches went into her mouth. She came up for air and said, "Wow that was a lot more than I thought I could do. I think that might be my max, your just so big. How much more is left till I would have it all?" She asked "At least another 3 inches honey." I said "Holy shit! I better keep practicing." Lexi said Then back in her mouth I went. She started to really speed up. Attacking my cock with real vigor. It was amazing and I switched to video so I could always remember this night. She was so into it and taking as much as me as she could. I hit the back of her throat and that just made her moan and go crazier. Her hips started to squirm and her moans got loader and she progressed into an orgasm. That just encouraged her assault my cock. I was in heaven and was about to reach the point of no return. "I am about to cum, honey its coming, HONEY!"I yelled She did not stop, she continued on with wild abandonment. "HERE IT COMES HONEY." I yelled again. That was all she wrote, jizz erupted from my cock into her mouth. I don't think I had ever cummed so much. She could not contain all my jizz in her mouth. Lexi took my cock from her mouth and continued to stroke as cum continued to shoot and splash on her tits. That orgasm might have been the best of my life except for our wedding night when I first penetrated her and came in her pussy but this blowjob was up there with that. All I could say was, "WOW!" She swallowed and said, "Wow is right, that was amazing. I wish we had been doing this for the past 10 years. I talked with Kim and Amy at the end of the night about BJ's. Both of them said they gave their husbands blowjobs all the time. They both love giving them. They both gave me some tips on giving a good BJ. So now I have 10 years worth of blowjobs to makeup for." She scooped up what cum I had shot on her tits. "I do actually like the taste of your cum, Its warm and delicious." She took my cock back in her mouth and sucked out any remaining jizz. My mind was completely blown. Was this even my wife. I was still hard as a rock after the BJ and was ready to still play. I slowly took down her panties and laid her back on the couch. "Now its your turn." I said. I got between her legs and looked at her wet bare pussy. "These pictures are so hot. I feel like a porn star. My friends will be so jealous when they see this one." Lexi showed me a picture of her with her licking just the tip of my cock. I turned my attention back to her pussy. It looked so good I just had to get inside her lips to get a taste. I started slow to tease her a little by kissing her thighs and all around her pussy. She was already going crazy and breathing heavy. Lexi was so turned on and I had not even touched her pussy yet. "Oh baby, eat me, eat my pussy. Please lick my pussy." I had to obey. I slowly licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Once I hit her clit she went straight into an orgasm. "Right their honey. Oh right there. Lick my clit. OOOOOHHHHHHH YEAH. Keep going oh that is amazing." I increased the speed and pressure on her clit and her orgasm just kept going. "Lick my pussy. Suck on my clit honey" This was one of the best orgasm I had given her. She slowly started to come off of her high but I continued to lick all of her pussy. We had already been so wild this night and I had a naughty idea. I looked below her pussy to the perfect little pink puckered asshole and decided to go for it. I brought my tongue to her ass crack and started to lick all the way back to her clit. I ran my tongue right over her asshole and up her pussy. She squirmed and said, "Naughty boy, I guess you liked the anal talk?" "Yeah I might have liked it a little bit and your ass just looked so nice and I decided to give it a little try." I said. "It felt really good, would you lick it again for me?" Lexi asked I didn't even answer, I pushed her knees back towards her head and spread her cheeks and started licking. I didn't think I would ever have this opportunity so I was making the most of it. I rubbed her clit as I continued to lick her rosebud. Another orgasm came over her. "Lick my ass you naughty boy. Oh fuck, that feels so good. I feel so dirty and so good. Oh that's the spot Steve, oh yeah honey!" Lexi said She loved it and so did I. The orgasm subsided and I sat next to her on the couch. She gave me long passionate kiss. She got a good taste of her own cum because my face was covered in her juices. "Yum I taste pretty good too and you are amazing, the best husband ever." Lexi said "Your ass is so nice. I felt so dirty licking your little hole." I said. "You ready to fuck my pussy. We will keep working on my ass and maybe one of these days you can put your big tool in there." Lexi said. "That sounds amazing honey, I love you so much." I said "I love you to honey, you are the best husband and I am so lucky to have you. Now lets fuck." Lexi said, "Let me blow you for another minute I just love it now, its so hot!" She took my cock back in her mouth and got my cock nice and wet. After a few minutes of a great blowjob I pulled her up onto my lap so I could put my dick in her pussy. I grabbed herby the hips to raise her off my lap. Lexi grabbed my shaft and directed my mushroom head into her cut. Slowly she lowered herself down till all 9 ½ inches were buried inside her. Then the fucking began with her moving up and down on my cock like we had done thousands of times. This time was different though. There was more passion, more heat. It was like we were discovering a new sexier and hotter side to our marriage. It felt spontaneous and adventurous. As she was riding me we were kissing passionately. I then lowered down to her tits and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She loved her nipples played with and this sent her into another orgasm. Once she came down from the orgasm she kneeled on the couch and I stood behind her and staring to pound her from behind. I loved to fuck her from behind and it gave me a nice view of her asshole. Now knowing I could play with her ass a little bit gave me even more excitement. I casually started to rub her hole with my thumb. "Oh that feels nice. Now fuck me hard!" Lexi said. I obey and started to really go hard. "Grab your ass for me babe and spread your ass cheeks for me." I said. Lexi reached back and spread her ass for me. It was beautiful. Lexi's perfect pink asshole and her pussy being stretched by my big dick looked amazing. I needed to capture this moment. "Where is the phone honey? We definitely need a picture of this." I said. "Right by my head baby. I can't wait to see this." Lexi said I the phone and took a few pictures. I fucked her slow so I could get pictures of every moment of penetration. "Spread your ass as far as you can." I directed and she obeyed. "Do they look good?" Lexi asked "They look perfect baby. Now put your hand like this." I place one of her hands right next to her ass crack and her pointer finger right on her asshole. "Keep spreading with the other hand and act like your rubbing your asshole with the other." Lexi didn't act like she was rubbing her hole; she was actually playing with her ass. "I can't believe I am touching my asshole Steve." "It looks so good babe." I said. "Let me see." Lexi said I handed her the phone and as she went through the pictures I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. "Fuck Steve. That feels good. We do look good in these pictures Steve. This is real porn and looks so hot." She said. "Hand me back the phone. I have one more idea." I said. "What do you have in mind?" Lexi asked I pulled my dick out of her pussy and line up my glistening dick with her ass. I rested the tip right on her hole. "Don't worry honey I am not going to do anything crazy or hurt you. I just want to get the look as if my dick was going to go in your ass." I said. "I trust you honey. Just the thought is wild. I can see why you are intrigued by this." Lexi said. The pictures were looking great and the sight of my dick resting at the opening of my ultimate fantasy made me even harder. I gave a tiny push against her hole. There was no way her virgin hole would accept my dick in its current state. The push made the picture look like the tip of my dick was entering her ass and gave me the desired image I wanted. I handed her back the phone and said, "Look at that." As I placed my rock had dick back in her slit. " It looks like you are in my ass. Fuck that is hot. I am so turn on baby. Please fuck me some more." Lexi said. My tool was already back to work plunging deep into her cunt. "Yes, keep going baby. Harder. Faster. Yes that's good baby. Oh yeah before I forget don't cum in me, I want to take it in my mouth again so tell me when you are close." Lexi said. Now I really started to pound her hard. I could not believe I was about to shoot another load in her mouth. Also she had never blown me after I had been in her pussy. With all this excitement I was ready to blow within a couple minutes. "I am almost there honey." I said. She quickly got off the couch and down on her knees in front of me. There was no hesitation with taking my pussy-covered cock in her mouth. She sucked hard and fast while jacking me. She was a pro, at least in my mind. "Here it comes baby." I said. She did not slow her pace and I shot blast after blast into her mouth. This time she was ready for it and did not let any fall out of her mouth. She kept milking my dick until I started to turn soft. We both headed for the shower and talked about tonight's events. "I think our sex life has changed for ever after tonight and I am sorry I was not more adventurous earlier in our marriage. I guess I was just naïve and nervous to try anything new but I think we will have a lot of fun now." She said. "I love you and I love our marriage. You are the most important thing to me. I would have been happy the rest of our lives with just how we were. Tonight was amazing and I am excited to experience new things with you." I said. We finish our shower and passed out. A week later Lexi had to go on a business trip for a few days. Leading up to her trip we had sex every day. All contained a lot of oral, good sex and a little anal teasing. I was not looking forward to her being gone for a few days. We were like newlyweds just learn how good sex could be. I just wanted to be naked with her all the time. Going to work was hard enough so 3 days was going to be extremely hard. Lexi however had a few trick in store for me while she was gone. The first night we Face Timed. We talked dirty to each other and then both masturbated. It was fun but her mouth and pussy is much better. The second day is when things got really crazy. I got home from work, showered and started watching TV. I got a knock on my door. I answered the door to find my wives best friend Kim. She is wearing a short black dress. The dress is skintight and shows off all of her beautiful curves and a nice amount of cleavage. Kim is a beautiful woman. She has more curves then my wife but is really sexy. Her dress lets you see every curve. She has brown hair and a cute face. Her boobs are probably a D because they are a little bigger than Lexi's. Her stomach is flat and looks firm. Her ass is her best asset. It is round and perky. For a white girl she has a really nice ass. I have always admired her backside. I still wondered why she was dressed so sexy and why she was at my house. "Can I talk to you for a minute." She said. "Of course come on in. What can I do for you?" I ask. "Well have you talked to Lexi about me" I just shake my head "OK well, I want you to fuck me in my ass." She said. I think I almost fell over. "What are you talking about? I am not going to do that are you crazy?" I said. "Ok just hear me out, I guess that was a little bold to just come out and say. Let me explain. I was talking to Lexi about your new and improved sex life. By the way the picture of Lexi blowing you is so hot and your cock looks great." Kim said. "That's is really weird to hear you say but thanks I guess. But I am still really confused as to why you want me to fuck you in the ass?" "OK so I was talking to Lexi about your sex life and how you have taken a liking to playing with her ass. She told me all about her being not ready and scared to try anything yet. I told Lexi, she is lucky because Matt is boring and will not even try anything new and I really want to try anal. Lexi then came up with the idea of me being the guinea pig for anal." Kim said "So you mean Lexi wants us to fuck and test out anal?" I asked "Yes, I did not know what she meant at first but then Lexi told me 'Steve really wants to try anal and you really want to do anal so why don't you two do it together. Then you and Steve can tell Matt and me what it is really like. This plan could help all of our sex lives. The added bonus is you get to play with Steve's big cock.' I could not believe she was telling me to have anal sex with her husband but the more we talked about it the more it made sense." Kim said "This is crazy. What about Matt?" I asked "I know Matt will be fine with me fucking you because we have a deal if one of us cheats we have to tell the other person and then that person has a free pass. We have never done it before but I know he has his eye on a nurse he works with. So the only other person that needs to be ok with this plan is you." Kim said. "Are you serious you planned this out with my wife for me to fuck you in the ass?" I said "Yes and she knew you would react like this so she is expecting your call to talk about us." She said I go to the other room and call Lexi "Hello" Lexi said "Hi honey, Kim is over here and she told me about a plan you two had discussed." I said "Yes, I want you to fuck her in the ass but only if you want." Lexi said "I don't even know what to say." I said. "I know this is a huge shock because neither of us would ever cheat on one another but its not cheating when I want you to do it. Plus Kim's fantasy gets fulfilled. You get to try anal. Then you two can tell me what anal is like. Maybe we can try it when I get home if everything goes good." Lexi said. "It is still a little crazy to think you are telling me to have sex with your best friend." I said. "We have the best marriage and that will never change. We can help her and us. I really want you to do it." Lexi said. "OK how do I even start with her and what is she expecting to happen?" I asked "Don't let it be awkward. Kim wants to get fucked. You guys are great friends and you both want the same thing. Just have fun. Kim brought food so have dinner and talk like the friends you are. After dinner get naked and have fun. Nothing is off limits for me. Kiss her, eat her and fuck her brains out, ass and pussy. Kim is supposed to give great blowjobs so get a couple of those too. Just have fun and enjoy her ass." She said. "This is crazy but I guess I will fuck your best friend" I said. "Great! I am so excited to hear all about. Can you send me some pictures? I want a picture of you in each one of her holes. Ok have fun and I love you." I was about to walk out of my bedroom and have sex with another women. Lexi was my one and only. I was nervous but excited to have a new experience, new pussy and anal for the first time. Tonight was going to be awesome. Kim stood up from the couch when I come back into the living room. "Well?" she asked. "Lexi explained it all to me and told me to have a good time." I said as I walked over to her. We stand inches apart for a second just looking at her. I pull her into my body. We hug for a few minutes. Gradually my hands go down her back and onto her ass. I gave her ass a good squeeze. We both laughed and I said, "I think this might change our friendship a little bit." "I know but I am super excited." Kim said. Then raised up on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss. Slipping her tongue into my mouth. After a few minutes of embrace and my hands caressing her ass I said, "So I heard you brought some dinner for us." "Oh yeah I got a little distracted let me run out to the car and get it." Kim said. We sat down at the table and ate the sushi dinner she brought. It was like we were on our first date. We sat right next to each other and the whole time all I could think about was her ass. The conversation was easy as it always has been. Our conversations included a lot more sex than normal. Toward the beginning of dinner I started rubbing her bare leg just below her dress. She placed her hand right next to my crotch. About half way through our food Kim's hand found my cock and lightly stroked me through my shorts. This really turned me on and my cock continued to grow. "This is going to be a good night isn't it? I asked "It really is going to be a great night. I haven't felt this excited in a long time. Is it getting hot in here?" Kim said. "I was thinking the same thing. How about we take that dress off and be in your bra and panties for the rest of dinner. What better way to have dinner on our first date?" I said "This really is like our first date. I don't think many first dates start with the question will you fuck me in the ass." Kim said. "That is a first for me." I said as I pulled her into anther kiss and unzipped the back of her dress. "The only problem with eating in my in my bra and panties is I am not wearing a bra. I hope your ok with that." Kim said and she stood up and let her dress fall to the ground. "You are absolutely gorgeous Kim. Your body is amazing. I won't be able to keep my hands off of you the rest of dinner." I said looking her up and down. Her body was really nice. Kim was more curvy than Lexi but in all the right places. Her stomach was tight and her ass was perfect. "Good Steve!" Kim said I took my shirt off to make it a little even. We sat back down and continued our dinner. We were both so comfortable with being semi naked with each other. It seamed really natural except my eyes lingered much longer on her body and not looking at her in the eyes. Kim's tits were captivating. They were easily a natural D cup, maybe bigger. Her boobs had incredible shape and firmness. For how big they are and being natural they still seamed perky. The nipples were even better. They were perfectly round, quarter sized circles. The color was really light pink which looked great next to her creamy skin. We sat even closer this time, leaving no space between us. My arm was wrapped around her body, with my hand in perfect position to play with her tits. Kim's hand with right back to my dick but this time she slipped her little hand past my athletic shorts waistband and into my shorts. "Shit Steve, this thing feels huge." Kim said "Well thank you. Lets finish eating then we will really have some fun. We ate, talked and caressed each other for the next 20 minutes or so. The anticipation was very high for each. I was rock hard the entire time as she stroked me. My hand alternated from her tits to her panties. Each time I touched her panties they were noticeably wetter each time. Once our plates were clear I pulled her into another kiss then said, "lets move to the bedroom." Kim pushed my shorts to the ground and my cock sprang out of the shorts. She reached down and grabbed my shafts. "Holy shit that is big. Lets go to the bedroom before we get more distracted." Kim said. I grabbed my phone for pictures and she led the way never letting go of my cock. Once in the master bedroom she led me to the bed. I sat on the edge as she got on her knees between my legs. She held my cock and said, "I am so excited to play with your big dick." Kim then took the head of my cock into her mouth. Without hesitation she slid her mouth down around my cock until I was in the back of her throat. She had taken my whole dick with no problem. From that point on I knew this was going to be a great blowjob. She continued to go up and down on my cock deep throating me with every stroke. "Oh fuck Kim that feels so good, you are so good at sucking cock. Fuck, I have never been sucked like this. I can't believe you took the whole thing in your throat." I said "Well thank you. This is by far the best dick I have ever sucked. I'm getting a little nervous about it fitting in my ass. Your dick is definitely bigger in person than the pictures I saw." Kim said "Don't worry baby. We will take it slow but please keep blowing me. I need more of your mouth." I said. "With pleasure Steve. I could suck on this piece of meat for hours." Kim said Kim held my cock at the base with her small hand. She licked from the base to the tip of my cock like it was a melting ice cream cone trying to get all the drips. "That feels great Kim. Can you suck on my balls for me." I asked She did more than lick them. She put both balls in her mouth and started swirling her tongue around. It felt so good I could barely contain myself. I could tell Kim was going to be a freak in bed. She then kept switching back from my cock to my balls. "Oh Kim keep going. I am going to blow soon." I said She then focused on my dick and started deep throating me hard and fast. I had to get the camera so I could show Lexi how Kim deep throated me. "Oh baby here it comes!" I said and shot my load deep in her throat. Kim kept sucking until she cleaned all cum out of me. "That was so much fun and your dick is the best to blow." Kim said. "You are incredible at blowjobs, I will definitely need another one before you go home." I said. "I will blow you whenever you want Steve, I love Matt but you dick is just so nice and big." Kim said. "Get up on this bed so I can take those panties off." She jumped up on the bed and stood right next to me. I hooked my fingers in the tiny waistband and pulled her thong down to her feet. "Lexi told me that you don't like hair but I have never been shaved completely. I always keep mine a little bushy. I trimmed it as much as I could without feeling weird that it was all gone. As long as we keep fooling around I will keep it nice and trimmed for you. I feel like this could be a regular activity so I hope Matt likes my new look too." Kim said. Kim's pubic hair was short yet thick, dark and curly. It was perfectly shaped in a triangle just above her slit. Everything around her actual pussy was completely hair free, which was perfect for me. I love clean pussy lip. Perfect for eating "It looks great Kim, you did a great job with it. Now can I have a taste?" I asked "Of course Steve please give me all you got." I had her stay stand. I pulled one leg over my shoulder giving myself great access to her pussy. Her pussy tasted so good. It was sweet tasting and very different from Lexi. I savored every inch of her slit. Licking each lip and fold, not wanting to miss anything. Once I had covered all sides of her pussy I made my way to the center. My tongue found her opening. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside of her. Once in I proceeded to tongue fuck her pussy. "Fuck Steve! Keep going Steve, I am going to cum soon." Kim said I then replace my tongue with my finger and my mouth found her clit. "That's the fucking spot Steve. Don't stop!" Kim yelled Flicking her clit with my tongue and my finger finding her g-spot sent her into orgasm. "Steve I am cumming, oh Steeeeve I'm cumming!" Kim screamed. Once finished Kim looked down at me and said, "Wow, you can eat some serious cunt, Lexi is a lucky girl." "How about you get in doggy style Kim and I will show you what it is like to have you ass played with." I said. She got a huge smile on her face like she just won the lottery. Her round ass was pointing up in the air and it looked perfect. I spread her cheeks to see the place I would be losing my anal virginity to. The asshole was cute and pink. My dick was so hard and could not wait to be inserted into that little hole. I knew I would have to warm her up a lot so I put my face right in her crack and started eating her ass. She went wild. She reached back and spread her ass wide open for me. I made her ass nice and wet. I pulled back from her ass and slowly inserted a finger. Her ass was so tight. Gradually I worked the whole finger in her little hole. "Shit that feels good, I can't believe I have your finger in my ass, I love it." "Do you want me to start finger fucking your ass?" I said. "Yes, please fuck me baby, fuck my ass." Her ass is hugging my finger so tight as I slowly pull my finger from her as and then pound it back in. I finger fucked her for about 30 seconds and her first ass orgasm started. She went wild and bucked hard against my hand. During her orgasm I thrust another finger in her ass. Her ass spread to accept the second finger. The added finger and ass spreading sent her deeper into her ass-gasm. Her body was shaking like crazy. Her ass-gasm lasted for what seemed like a couple minutes. After she was trying to catch breath and gain some composure. I moved to her head and offer my cock. "Suck my dick for a minute baby. Then I want to fuck you." I said Taking my cock in her mouth she made sure I was wet. She was my cock sucking slut and soon to be my anal slut. My cock my dripping her saliva and I got back behind her. "Fuck me Steve! Put that big dick in me." She said. I grabbed her hips and lined my dick up with her pussy. I pulled her back towards me as my dick slowly penetrated her pussy. Her pussy was so wet and tight. My dick slid into her till her ass was pressed up against my body. We started slow and lovingly like we were long time lovers. I fucked her with long and deep strokes while I reached around her to play with her big tits. I caressed her boobs and gently twisting her nipples. Our lovemaking was so hot and sent Kim into another orgasm. She said, "Shit that feels good baby. Oh shit I could get used to fucking you. Now lay down so I can ride you." I lay on my back and she mounted me cowgirl style. I let her do all of the work and I enjoyed the ride. I was not going to last that much longer and she was really started to ride me hard. I stop her for a few seconds to try to calm down a little and tell her, "Turn around and ride me reverse." She didn't let my dick out of her pussy but spun with me deep inside her. The break gave me the extra stamina I needed. She continued her ride. With her ass towards me I start playing with her asshole. Rubbing her ass with my thumb I slowly put more pressure till I am in to the first knuckle. This turns her on even more so I push the rest of my thumb into her ass. I could feel my dick in her pussy fucking her. The double penetration was such a turn on for her and me. I start to work my thumb in and out of her tight hole. Her ass began to loosen and was totally accepting to my thumb. I figured if one thumb were good, two fingers would be even better. Plus she needed to be ready for my dick. My fingers went in easy. I positioned my hand so each time she fucked my dick she would fuck my fingers at the same time. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! STEVE! Fuck I am cumming again!" She said. Her pussy tightened around my dick as she came sending me into orgasm. Her pussy was milking my cock as I dumped my seed deep into her pussy. I said, "Shit that was amazing. You have such a nice pussy I don't want to take my dick out." She spun back around on my dick to face me and said, "Keep it in me till we are ready to go again." She laid down on my chest and we rested for a little while. My dick began to soften and slowly slipped out of her cunt. I could feel some of my jizz leaking out of her pussy on my cock and balls. "Lets get you cleaned up and that dick nice and hard again." She said. She moved down to my cock and began to lick up all the cum around my dick. She took her time making sure she got everything from up around my belly button to down around my ass. At last she took my semi-hard cock into her mouth. It was cover in both of our fluids but when she was done it was perfectly clean. From all of the loving attention my man piece was getting, he was no longer soft but ready for action. "It looks like he is ready to go again." She said "Get him nice and wet so I can fuck your amazing ass." I said. My dick was dripping her saliva and I positioned her in doggystyle. "Take my anal virginity Steve. Fuck me like the slut I am. Please put that big dick in me baby and fuck me hard." For the extra lubrication also buried a couple fingers in her pussy and then slipped the fingers in her ass. I repeated this a few times getting her asshole covered in a mixture of our cum. I knew her ass was ready so without hesitation I grabbed my dick and lined it up with Kim's beautiful hole. Pressing hard the tip of my dick spread her open and then passed the sphincter. Never stopping my push into her ass she accepted every inch of my cock till it was buried balls deep. "Oh shit, I have a dick in my ass and it feels so good. Fuck me baby! FUCK! That feels good. Grab your phone and get this for Lexi." Kim said I had totally forgotten about taking pictures. I was in an anal daze. It felt so good and so different from a pussy. I was in heaven and my anal addiction was going through the roof. I was taking tons of pictures of her incredible ass and my dick sliding in and out of it. My balls would slap her pussy every time I pounded her and this added to her excitement. I pulled out of her ass and she said, "what are you doing put it back in." "I want lay down and you get on top." I laid back and she climbed onboard. She straddled me and slowly lowered herself down on my cock. She leaned back a little. I relaxed, enjoyed the view and let her do the work. It was beautiful to see her cute little pussy and her ass stretched around my dick. It was a perfect picture and I knew Lexi would love it. The visual and physical stimulation was incredible but since I had already cummed twice I had plenty of stamina. I started to rub her little clit and a few seconds later she was immersed in another orgasm. She said, "Fuck Steve! Oh shit that's the spot. Oh fuck me." The orgasm made her stop her grinding and whole body shake in pleasure. My dick was up her ass as far as it could go and during her orgasmic bliss her ass tightened down on my dick. I don't know it I could have taken it out if I wanted to. The feeling was amazing. Finally coming off of her orgasm, which lasted for about a minute, she said "Holy shit! That was the best orgasm I have ever had and I mean ever. I have never felt anything like that." "Well let's try for another one." I said. I had Kim lay down on her back right on the edge of the bed so I could stand on the ground. This gave me a great angle and leverage to fuck her really hard. I grabbed her legs, spread them and then pushed them back towards her head. Kim turned out to be very flexible. She was basically bent in half. With her legs back by her head her ass was wide open. Her stretched hole was ready to get fucked again. "You ready for my cock again." I said. Kim said," Yes baby, fuck me as hard as you can." I did not hold back. I gave her everything I could. Each stroke our sweaty bodies were slapping against each other. I fucked her hard for 10 minutes. I could feel my orgasm approaching and could tell she was getting close. I doubled my effort and triggered her orgasm right away. Her asshole clamped down on my dick and I lost it. Spewing my load deep inside her ass. The orgasm and all the effort I exhorted made me collapsed down on top of her. She hugged and kissed me while the orgasm trailed off. We were both exhausted and covered in sweat from what was one of the best sexual experiences either of us had ever had. I said, "Kim you are truly amazing. That was incredible and we have to fuck like that again. Lexi and I love you and my dick especially love your ass." "I love you guys two and thank you for this amazing experience. Now speaking of your dick, shall we clean that up?" This whole time my dick was still in her ass. She rose up off my still semi hard dick and slid down my body. She grabbed my dick and started to put it in her mouth. Slowly she sucked my dick clean. "Lets go shower, call Lexi and then go to sleep." I said. *To be continued...*

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Title: Measuring My Cum Ch. 09 Tags: mom, son, watersports, mature *For those new to this series, please do read earlier chapters for a full appreciation of the storyline. Thanks again to everyone for all your feedback. I hope to continue this a bit longer, but there may be longer time gaps in between future chapters. Please note this chapter contains very mild references to watersports, so do not read if this offends.* \* "You've got a fabulous ass mom," I said, as mom's fine open ass cheeks with her asshole and wide open cunt with lips hanging down, still hovered above me. "Thank you dear," she replied, as she milked the final drops of my cum into the semen beaker. Then, as if to tease me further, she pushed her butt down on my face and wriggled her pussy and ass cheeks over my nose and mouth, as if she was trying to wipe her ass over me, and then lifted her butt up again. "Wow, mom, you sure know how to tease me with it," I said, in response to that. "Well, now I know how much you like it, I might as well put it to good use." Finally, she lifted her leg up over me and turned and sat on the floor, looking at me, whilst I still lay on the rug. Her large hanging tits, looked incredibly sexy as she sat there, kneeling on the floor. Mom held up the semen beaker again for me to look at. There was only a small amount of cum in it this time. "Well, I think you might have reached your limit for today," she said. "And I'm a little tired too. I think it's time for bed." The wine had got to me a bit now, and I nodded in agreement. "I think tomorrow, as it's Sunday, we'll review how much cum you have produced so far this week. And we have an appointment with Dr Taylor on Monday. Make sure you get a good night's sleep and your strength back for our sessions tomorrow." Then she kissed me goodnight on my cheek. With that mom got up and started walking out of the room. She still looked incredibly hot wearing just her black stockings and nothing else! I wondered if I should ask her to wear just those and nothing else for me again tomorrow. That would do! After mom left, I got up a few moments later, and went up to my room. In no time at all, I fell asleep. \--------------------------------- I felt something nudging my arm and awoke sleepily. Mom was sitting on the bed in her dressing gown, smiling as she woke me. "Morning, Jacob," she said brightly. "Morning, mom," I replied, yawning. Then I felt a bit of a draught, and something touch the lower part of my stomach. Mom had removed the duvet and was sliding one hand over my stomach down towards my cock in my pyjamas. "Let's have an early session," she said keenly. "I've brought the semen beaker." I couldn't quite believe she wanted to help me cum so early, but my sleepiness soon disappeared hearing her talk like that. Mom pulled down my pyjamas, exposing me fully from below, and threw them in the far corner of the bed. Then, without further ado, she bent down her face towards my still limp cock and started sucking on it. Fuck! I couldn't believe how keen she seemed this morning, almost like she wanted sex! The sensation of mom's wonderful wet mouth, tongue and lips on my dick had an almost immediate effect and I became hard as she sucked me. "Ohhh....That's nice mom," I couldn't help saying out loud. Then, seeing me get hard so quickly, mom stopped sucking on me, stood up, untied her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. She was completely nude underneath, and her voluptuous, sexy figure came into full view. She stood there for a moment with one hand on her hip, striking a sexy pose, with one leg slightly angled, and her full, hanging, sexy boobs facing me in all their glory. Her thick, protruding nipples were erect, indicating she was aroused herself. "Well, as you are hard already, let me give you something to keep you going," she said teasingly. "Your cock tastes so good this morning, that I want it to last as long as possible before you cum," she added, much to my surprise at her forwardness. Mom stood next to the bed about two feet from me near the head end, and turned around to show me the wonderful round globes of her ass, and then sexily wriggled her butt cheeks for me from side to side as she stood on the spot, making the flesh there wobble and jiggle. Fuck! That looked so good! Then, as if knowing what effect this would have on me, she parted her legs a little and bent forward so that I could see her pussy and asshole. And then, even more incredibly, she placed her hands on her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart wider, so I got an even better view. Fuck! Jesus, she was really going for it this morning, getting me really worked up! Mom held this pose for a while, adding to my arousal by wriggling her ass from side to side occasionally, and then saying, "Like what you see? Does my ass look good like this?". The sight of mom posing like that for me was enough to make me say, "Fuck, yea mom, I just gotta taste your asshole and pussy now, you look so damn hot. Please can I?" Hearing this mom stood up properly again and said, "Yes you may, but only if you let me suck on that juicy cock of yours again. I hope you realise young man that I am now starting to get turned on too by all our activities." This was the first time I had heard mom admit she was getting turned on too, by what we had been doing to help me cum. I nodded, but did not say anything, so as to not make it seem like a big issue. I got off the bed and stood up. Mom knelt down in front of me and took my erect cock into her mouth again, making slurping noises as she sucked on it, and playing with my balls with one hand. She seemed to me, to be getting as much out of all this now, as I was! I didn't feel like cumming yet, which was good, but the sight of mom's tits wobbling and jiggling from side to side as I looked down at her whilst she sucked me, was really turning me on. Finally, after satisfying herself on my prick and balls for a few moments mom said, "Ok, special treat time. I'm going to get on the bed on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air, and I'll let you play with it. You may lick my pussy and asshole, but no penetrating me, remember!" Mom stood up and then clambered onto the bed on all fours, facing the window, so she was sideways on the bed with her ass pointed back towards me, sticking up in the air. Fuck me, what an amazing sight! Never could I have imagined a few weeks ago that my 'prim and proper' mom would be posing like this for me on my own bed. It was almost all my dreams so far, come true! The shape of mom's large wide open buttocks, and the crack between her ass cheeks with her asshole and open cunt and lips hanging down, looked so inviting, that immediately I knelt down on the carpet, so that my face was level with her open butt, and I just started licking and salivating along her entire ass crack. I ran my tongue greedily along the insides of her buttocks, moving from asshole to cunt and vice versa, whilst I grabbed and squeezed a full handful of each butt cheek, one in each hand, as I did so. I was in butt heaven! Then, satisfied for a moment at tasting her ass crack up and down, I decided to concentrate on her pussy for a while. Mom was wet, and I lapped at her cunt and pussy lips, opening it up with two fingers by stretching them wide apart and tasting the pinky, moist flesh on the inside there. She tasted wonderful! "Oh yes," she cried as I did this. This was the first time she had openly responded to my licking her pussy. "Yes, Jacob, lick mommy's pussy. Taste all my dirty cunt juice." Fuck! Her words really spurred me on, and my dick responded by jerking up more. Then, I moved my tongue up to her asshole and gently darted my tongue into it a little way, as I spread her ass cheeks wider apart for better access. Seeing her brown puckered hole open up and stretch further as I did so, I darted my tongue a little deeper into her ass this time, almost like I was fucking it with my tongue. Mom groaned in pleasure as I did so, pushing her butt back into my face, apparently very sensitive to my tongue fucking her asshole. "Ohhhh....Ohhhhh...yes.. baby......lick my asshole. That feels sooooo....gooood." I continued, responding to her pleasure by pushing apart her butt cheeks further so I got even better access, and tried to go as deep as I could into her asshole with my tongue. "Ahhhh..." mom groaned again in pleasure. Then, after a moment, I moved back to her cunt and licked and lapped at it some more. Fuck, this was good! I was dying to plunge my dick into mom's open wet cunt, now, but I knew she would not agree. But I could also sense she was really in a lustful state, the way she had been wriggling her ass back into my face as I licked on her pussy and asshole. As a second best measure I said, "Can I slap my dick against your butt and along you ass crack? I promise I won't penetrate you." "Ok," she said, much to my surprise. My dick jerked up in response to this. I slapped my hard on against mom's buttocks for a few moments, wiping my precum on them as my piss slit slid over the flesh on each, in turn. Then, the sight of her ass crack being so tempting, I rubbed my cock head against her asshole, almost tickling it. Fuck that was so good, I almost felt like cumming but held myself back. Mom had not objected to my rubbing her asshole with my dickhead, so feeling braver, I moved it with my hand slowly along and gently tickled mom's pussy lips with it, which were hanging down. God, her open pussy was so tempting, and just centimetres away from my cock head. I just wanted to shove it straight in! Then, to my surprise, mom, who must have been so turned on my what I was doing, said, "Ok, Jacob, I can't stand this anymore. Stick it in my cunt, but don't cum inside me. We need to catch your cum in the beaker still!" Fuck! I couldn't believe it! This was music to my ears! Without further hesitation, I pointed my straining dick directly at her gaping pussy hole, and shoved it in. "Ahhhhhhhhh...," I cried out in ecstasy, feeling mom's pussy walls grip hard onto me. I pulled back instinctively, and then shoved in again. "Ohhh...yess," I said. Mom was also now groaning in pleasure as I did this. I carried on pumping her, now a little faster, as I grabbed her hips for support. The feel of mom's pussy around my dick as I penetrated her, in and out, was wonderful! Imagining fucking was one thing, but actually doing it was a hundred times more pleasurable! I was in the throes of ecstasy now and didn't care about anything, let alone making sure my cum went into the semen beaker. I think mom was also in an extremely heightened sexual state as she was moaning and groaning with pleasure, pushing her pussy back into me as I shoved my cock in at each thrust. "Fuck me, yes...," she said out loudly. I was now moaning loudly too, and I just couldn't stop myself cumming quickly, it being the first time, no matter what happened next. I felt the cum rise in my balls, and I exploded inside her, feeling my spunk spurt thickly and deeply inside mom. "Ahhhhhhh........." I shouted as I came. Mom responded with a huge moan of pleasure too, as I carried on spurting inside her. Finally after what seemed like ages, I stopped cumming and felt my cock go limp and I collapsed on the bed next to mom, who was now laying on her front with her eyes closed. I had finally fucked mom and cum inside her too! It felt like ages before either of us spoke. Mom broke the silence by saying in a quiet tone and without looking at me, "What have we just done?" I didn't say anything for a few moments. Then I replied in a quiet tone too, "I couldn't stop myself, and neither could you I think." There was silence for a while again. "You're right," she said after a few minutes. "Never mind, it's happened now. I guess it was bound to happen at some point. We'll have to just get on with it. And we've missed getting a sample." Mom paused for a moment, as if thinking. Then she said, "Maybe we can work out an average sample based on all the results from the past week. But, you must promise me Jacob, that you will never tell anyone about what we've just done. Not ever." "I won't mom," I replied sincerely. "Never." "Good, I feel a bit better about it then." She paused again. "And maybe if we do it again to help you to cum, it won't matter so much now, as we've done it once," she added, much to my surprise. Fuck! That sounded unbelievable! Mom was ok for us to fuck again! "But you must try to pull out next time," she said, "So I can get a sample." "Ok, mom" I replied, "I'll try, but it might be hard, as it's so new to me," I said, truthfully. Mom didn't reply. After a moment, I felt like going to the toilet. I got up off the bed and said, "Just need to take a pee." I walked naked into my en-suite bathroom. Normally I would close the door, but somehow, I felt so relaxed after what we had just done that I left it open. In any case, you could not see the toilet part inside directly from the bed. I stood over the toilet and started to piss into it. It felt good and relieving. As I finished and gave my dick a few nudges to get the last drops out, I suddenly felt like someone was looking at me. I looked over at the door. Mom was standing there. She must have just seen the end part of my peeing into the toilet. For a moment the thought excited me. I didn't know why. She looked at me and said, "Hope you didn't mind my watching." "No, mom," I replied, truthfully, although slightly unnerved. "Good," she said. "Shall we shower together? Maybe we can get another sample whilst we do that." I felt a twinge in my dick as mom suggested that. I was already feeling a little aroused at the thought, even though I had cum not long ago. "Sounds great to me, mom," I said. "Ok," she replied. "Get in the shower and turn the water on. I just need to take a pee myself. You can draw the curtain closed after you get in the bath." The moment mom said she wanted to use the toilet as well, I got excited for some reason. I felt like I wanted to watch her, like she had me. "Can I watch you mom?" I asked. Mom looked at me for a moment as if thinking, and said, "I don't see why not." I got in the bath and left the shower curtain open so I could watch her use the toilet. Already, I felt my dick becoming alive at the thought. Mom, still completely nude, went over to the toilet, put the seat down, and sat on it. I had never seen her before like this. After a moment I started to hear the distinctive sound of a stream of pee hitting the water in the bowl at the bottom of the toilet. This went on for a minute or so, until mom stopped her pissing. Then, she took some toilet paper and dabbed at her pussy, stood up, threw the paper into the bowl and flushed the toilet. I had found the whole experience of watching her do this, a bit of a turn on, strangely! As mom washed her hands in the washbasin, I had a semi hard on after what I had just witnessed. Mom looked over at me and saw it. "Did that happen whilst you looked at me on the toilet?" she said. "Yes," I replied. "Seeing you take a pee was quite arousing, for some reason," I added. "That's not uncommon," mom said. Then, pausing a moment longer, she finally said, "Come over here, I'd like to try something before we shower." Mom went back to the toilet and sat down again on it. She beckoned me to her. I got out of the bath and went over to her and stood in front of her as she sat on the toilet. My dick was still semi hard, and seeing her sitting on the toilet seat like that was contributing to its state. Then she started sucking my dick again, as she sat there. My prick responded almost immediately to this, hardening up again. I grabbed mom's head and fucked her mouth as she sat on the toilet. "Fuck, yea mom," I said. "This is so good." She paused sucking my dick and licked my balls for a moment. Then she stroked my hard on with her hand. "Ok, that's enough. I just wanted to see if you would get hard quickly this way. Next time I want to go to the toilet for a pee, come in with me. I'd like to suck you whilst I do it. That should be a good way of helping you to cum, from your reaction just now." Fuck, the thought of that was so thrilling and arousing that my dick jerked up again toward her face. Mom got up and said, "Get in the bath again. I'm just going to get the semen beaker from the bedroom." I did as instructed and waited for mom to return. My dick had become slightly limp again as I waited She came back into the bathroom a moment later, holding the semen beaker. Then she clambered into the bath, her tits flapping sexily as she did so, and put the beaker on one of the glass shelves over the far end of the bath. Then she said to me, "Turn the water on and let's soap up together." I turned the shower on and the spray went over me. I adjusted my position slightly so that mom could get under the showerhead too. Her boobs touched my chest as we did this. My dick was starting to respond again. Mom grabbed the shower gel and started lathering me up from the front, over my chest, stomach, and then running her hands over my dick, which became semi hard as she did this. She cupped my balls and soaped them, and then knelt down so her face was level with my dick and started to lather up my legs. Then, she stood up again, and said, "Turn around." I turned to face the tiled walls at the shower end of the bath, and felt mom lather up my back and shoulders. Then she moved onto my ass and cupped each butt cheek as she rubbed the shower gel into it. "I'm going to do your ass crack now," she said. I braced myself, and felt her run her fingers and hands along my butt crack, over my asshole and towards my balls. It tickled a bit as she did so and I instinctively jerked forward a little, still not used to someone else's hand running over my sensitive parts like that. Finally mom stopped soaping me, and said, "Now do me." I turned around and faced her. She raised her arms, as if offering her body to me. I started under her armpits, and then did her arms, which she then let fall back down to her sides. Then, I started lathering up the area just below her neck and then moved onto the large globes of her tits, squeezing and cupping each one almost greedily, as I did so, enjoying the feel of them with each movement of my hands. My dick was getting harder, at this point. Then, I knelt down in front of her and soaped up her stomach and then her pubic area, letting my fingers slide between her legs, over her pussy mound, towards her asshole from the front. God, that felt good! Then, I did her legs, in swirling motions, making sure the back of her thighs and calves were also well lathered up. Mom then turned around whilst I was still kneeling down, so that the glorious curved arches of her buttocks faced me directly. I squeezed some more shower gel onto my hands, and then started kneading and squeezing her fleshy, thick, white butt cheeks. God, I was loving this. I stood up, still caressing mom's butt, and then let my hand slide along her butt crack, over her asshole, towards her pussy. Mom pushed herself back towards me as I did so, almost like she was enjoying the sensation of my fingers and hand running along her ass crack. Then, I moved my hands up to her back and shoulders and lathered the soap in there, well. My dick was now slightly more than semi hard, but not quite a full pole yet. Mom turned around and said, "I have an idea." "What?" I said. "As we are now both soaped up, let's hug and rub our bodies together so that the soap gets rubbed in even more as we rub ourselves against each other. Fuck, the idea sounded hot! Mom made the first move my moving a bit closer to me and then putting her arms around my back like she was embracing me in a hug. I did the same to her, and for a moment as we hugged, it just felt like a loving embrace rather than anything sexual. But then, as I felt my hard on rub up against her stomach, above her pubes, the sexual feelings returned. Mom started sexily rubbing her boobs and other parts of her body against me and running her hands along my back and down over my butt. I decided to do the same to her as we rubbed up against each other, but I ended up concentrating more on squeezing her wonderful large ass cheeks as we embraced. My dick started to get even harder at what we were doing. Mom noticed this and said, "I see you're really hard now, and your cock is starting to get in the way. If you promise not to cum inside me, I'll let you put it in me again." I made the promise, not believing my luck that mom would agree to this so soon! Then she grabbed my slippery soaped up dick and said, "Turn the shower on and let's me rinse off some of this soap first." I switched the water on and we both rinsed under the spray together, mom, paying special attention to my dick. Then, after we had rinsed pretty much all the soap off our bodies, I turned the water off, and faced mom again. She knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her sucking me was wonderful and she soon had me very hard. Then, she turned around and moved a step towards the far end of the bath, and bent forward so she was supporting herself with her hands against the end tiled wall, as she presented her ass to me. "You can fuck me like this," she said firmly. "And I want you to talk crudely to me whilst you do it. But remember, don't cum inside me. You must tell me when you are about to cum, so I can get the semen beaker into position." "Ok, mom " I said. "But first I'd like to lick you down below." I knelt down behind her, parted her buttocks with my hands and started lapping at her pussy. She tasted wonderful, and smelled clean and fresh after the wash. I squeezed her butt cheeks as I licked her. Then, I moved onto her asshole momentarily, giving that a good tonguing. By now my hard on was raging. I stood up again and still holding her butt cheeks open a little way with my free hand, I braced myself to do what I had longed to so much, and for so long -- ram into her pussy, hard, from behind, whilst we were in the bath together. Mom's pussy looked so inviting, I positioned myself as correctly as I could, in my inexperience of doing such things, and then pointing my cock head between her open cunt lips, I pushed in. "Ahhhh," mom gasped, as I did so. "Oh, yes," I cried out. I pushed all the way in, and then back a little, as we adjusted ourselves for our respective movements Then, I shoved in again, and then out again, a little faster this time. "Fuck, yes," said mom, to my surprise. I increased the pace and depth of my thrusts until I was slapping up against mom's meaty ass cheeks each time I went forward and fully in. "Fuck, mom that's so good," I said. I moved my hands up from holding her hips, so that I could squeeze her boobs as I fucked her. Man this felt amazing! I moved my hands down to her hips again and carried on slapping hard into mom. "Yes, Jacob, tell me how much you like fucking me," she said teasingly. "Fuck yea mom, I love fucking you like this. Your cunt is so fucking hot, I just want to fuck you all the time now," I said, all my inhibitions vanishing for a moment as we fucked. We were now moaning and groaning like wild animals. Soon, as we were both so lost in the throes of our mutual enjoyment, all of a sudden I felt the cum rise in my balls. I remembered what mom said about not cumming inside her, but this felt so good, I just didn't want to stop. But something in my mind told me I should warn her, so I said, "Mom, I'm going to cum." Mom was groaning deeply in time to my thrusts as I fucked her, and she just managed to blurt out. "No, fuck that. Cum inside me, cum inside mommy. I want to feel your spunk inside me again." That was it. Her words of encouragement only spurred me on further, and after just a few more thrusts, I came deep, thick and heavily inside her, making a noise almost like a donkey braying as I did so! Mom screamed out as I spunked deep inside her, indicating she had orgasmed too. I held onto her hips as her pussy walls milked my prick of cum. I could feel them pulsating against my dick and it felt wonderful. This was all still very new to me, but it had all felt so instinctive, which it obviously was! After a while, as my dick became limp, and finally fell out from inside her, I still held mom around the waist supporting her whilst she leaned on the wall still facing away from me, her eyes closed, and her face resting on her hands. "Jacob, that felt so good," she said finally. "I don't feel I care about measuring your cum anymore, but I know we have to," she added. After a moment, she turned around, and without looking at me, put her arms around me, as we stood naked in the bath together, and held me close to her, hugging me tightly. *To be continued...*

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Title: Fresh Off The Bus 2 Ch. 2 Tags: knock drops, angela panties, angela found, pussy asia, solomon pulled, asia grabbed, body angela, angela lost, angela decided, felt asia When he dreamed, he was an old man. He looked past his grey beard down his old body. His arms were restrained, covered in needle marks from years of heroin use. Masked white faces floated around him, poking and probing his body, holding long needles. Thirty years before when he was in his prime, he would of fought his way out of the room. One blow of his hand to the bridge of a nose would of sent splinters of bone into his captors brain, killing him instantly, but years of living on the street addicted to booze and drugs had destroyed his nervous system. "I think his hairs growing back," said a voice. "What if C ends up like A or B?" "You can't have an omelet without breaking some eggs, besides there's plenty more homeless people out there." Solomon sat up in bed, sweat dripping off his nude body. "What's wrong," said the soft feminine voice of "what's her name," her dainty little white hand running down his chest towards his cock. Solomon shrugged her off and got out of bed. He should of expected the dreams, he always had them on his birthday. Solomon stood before a full length mirror and admired his body, his chest, his muscles, his giant cock and balls. His cock started growing as he looked at himself. "Please come fuck me again," said the girl in his bed. Solomon obliged her. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Angela slid open the door of the van and stepped out into the parking lot. Captain Braddock quickly closed the door behind her. She was going into this unarmed and she was nervous without the familiar weight of the gun on her hip. She was completely dependent on Braddock for protection and she didn't like that. All she had for protection was a couple of knock out drops in case Solomon got too frisky. She decided she didn't like undercover work all that much. "Testing, testing, Angela can you hear me," said Braddock's voice in her earpiece. "I read you loud and clear sir," she replied. After the photo-shoot, Angela had changed and gotten out of the warehouse. Before she did though, she grabbed the champagne glass from the set. She wanted that drug analysed. The damn thing had lowered her inhibitions enough that she had sucked off a black man and almost let him fuck her. The contents were being analysed at that moment. Angela had ran home to tuck Maria in bed and told her husband she'd be late. Then she had gone to the mall to by some a sexy outfit to wear that night. She needed something that would attract attention to herself. She had settled on a short black leather skirt, and a white halter top that left her fit stomach bare. She had decided against a bra. It was a cold night and her hardened nipples would attract a lot of attention. She looked over at the Zebra club. The building was across the river in New Jersey and she and Braddock were well out of their jurisdiction. The Zebra club was actually two strip bars in one. The right side featured nude male dancers. It was the only male dance bar in the area and was patronized mostly by white wives and young girls having bachelorette parties. The dancers were almost all black and rumor had it, very well hung. The second bar was just the opposite, black patrons and white women dancers. It was a very volatile mixture, the police were called out several times a week to stop some drunken black man from assaulting a white woman, and on the other hand plenty of women had wandered into the other club after seeing the male dancers for the first time. Many babies had been conceived in this parking lot. Angela put one high-heeled foot in front of the other and slowly walked over to the entrance. The two black bouncers were some of the biggest men she had ever seen. One held the door open for her and said, "If you don't find what you want inside, I'll gladly give it to you out here." Angela smiled at him and entered the building. It was a crowded evening, probably close to a hundred black men were staring at the two stages. Two attractive white girls that barely looked eighteen were dancing around poles on the stages. The black men in the audience weren't alone either, around two dozen white women were sitting in black laps around the room. Some looked like sluts, others like out of place housewives. Their expressions saying they didn't know what they were doing there, but then they weren't heading for the exits either. Slowly one by one, heads turned towards her as the black men noticed her. She made her way through the crowd smiling and politely rejecting offers to join them. The room smelled of booze, sweat and she detected the hint of marijuana in the air as she headed over to the bar and ordered a mineral water. "I got that," said a voice behind her. Angela rolled her eyes and turned around ready to reject another offer. Her partner was smiling down at her. "Well, well, what do we have here," said James. "Your just about the last person I expected to see here." "James I..." "Don't tell him," said Braddock in her ear. "What are you doing here?" she responded. "I come here to hang out with some home boys from the old neighborhood and to stare at naked white women. By the way that's some outfit you got on," he said leering at her breasts straining out against her halter top. "Now what are you doing here?" "Don't tell him officer, you could blow your cover," said Braddock. "I'm meeting some friends for a girls night out and must have wandered into the wrong bar," she replied. "Well you've wandered a long way from the entrance for a girl in the wrong bar, said James. "Plus, we've been partners for two years now, I know when you're lying and I know an ear mike when I see one." "Damn," said Braddock. "Where can we talk alone?" asked Angela. James grabbed her hand and hauled her over towards the bathroom where she filled him in on the mission. "I wanted to include you, but Braddock was worried some of the cops might be on the take." "Thanks Captain," said James into her ear. "Well like it or not you just got some additional back up." "Thanks James," she said kissing his dark cheek. "I knew I could count on you. You packing?" "Always." "Good now lets go find Solomon King." "That's easy," said James. "his party is at the big table by the second stage. James went back to his friends, but positioned himself where he could keep an I on her as she approached Solomon's table. She saw him immediately, the giant black man was one of the most recognizable people in New York City. Solomon was very large and handsome. He had a completely shaved head expect for a devilish moustache and goatee. Solomon King sat at a table with about a dozen other black men, all wore expensive, well-tailored suits, shoes, and Rolex watches. A massive, grossly obese black man stood a few feet behind Solomon arms folded across his chest keeping an eye on the crowd. The men seemed to radiate, wealth, power, and confidence. "Gentlemen, I think my date problem has just been solved," said a deep voice coming from the table. Angela turned to see Solomon King smiling at her as he rose up from the table and approached her. The other men turned to stare and she sensed twelve pairs of eyes undressing her. "My name is Solomon King," said Solomon holding out his hand. "Angel," she replied shaking his hand. "I know, since your obviously from heaven," he said gripping her hand and not letting go. "How would you like to join me and my associates?" "I-I'd love too," she replied finding his physical presence a little overwhelming. Solomon pulled her over to his table and sat her down on his lap. "So Angel, what brings you to a place like this?" "I d-don't really know," she replied caught off guard by the question. "I know," said Tyrone sitting a couple seats from Solomon. "Miss Angel happens to be my newest model. She did her first layout with Mark today. He must have gotten her curious about black men." The whole table laughed. "Well lucky me," said Solomon. "I was just telling my boys here, how lonely it was not having a date on my birthday." "Well happy birthday," said Angela. "How old are you?" "Seventy," he replied, she looked confused and he added, "That was a joke." She laughed politely, not getting it, but then none of the other men had laughed either. He was thirty-five at the oldest. She sat on his knee for the next half hour listening to the black men laugh and joke. Solomon bought her several drinks and as the men kept proposing toasts to him, she found herself drinking a little more then planned. The music suddenly turned up, blaring, "Hey Big Spender," out of the speakers and all eyes suddenly turned to the closest stage. A beautiful oriental girl came on stage dressed like a gangster and carrying a fake tommy gun. Angela lost sight of her as men started crowding the stage to give her tips. Solomon shifted Angela from his knee to his lap and she felt a very hard, very large cock pressing against her crotch, she figured her leather skirt must be making it seem larger then it was, but her pussy immediately began lubricating at the thought of a cock even bigger then Mark's had been. It embarrassed her that her body was reacting like this. A pretty little foot in a high-heeled sandal startled Angela and she looked up. The Asian girl had stepped off the stage and onto their table. The music had changed to gangsta rap and she was skillfully walking around the table top as Solomon's associates stuffed twenties and fifties into her garter. "Angel, be a dear and grab my wallet for me," said Solomon. Angela was relieved to get off that big cock for just a second as she sat up and reached into his pants. His cock was nestled right against his pocket and her hand slid along it as she reached for his wallet. 'Impossible,' she thought, 'It can't be real.' She handed him the wallet and he took out a hundred dollar bill, waving it to the girl. She was naked now except for a string bikini bottom. The stripper had a perfect body, too perfect. Angela got the impression, she had spent a lot of money on that body. Her breasts were too big and too firm for her thin body. Her nipples were unusually large and pointy. "Hello Mr King," said the girl as she kneeled before Angela and Solomon on the table, her Boston accent sounding odd coming from an oriental girl. "Hello Asia," said Solomon as she shook her boobs in his and Angela's face. Solomon waved the hundred before the girl and she laid back on the table and began thrusting her crotch up at him. He reached over and slid the bill into her garter, untying her string bikini as he did. He pulled off her panties and Angela found herself staring right at the woman's thrusting vagina. It was so close she could smell perfume coming from it. The woman's clit was engorged and her labia was soaking wet. Evidently, stripping made her horny. And it was making her rich. Embarrassed Angela turned her face away from the woman's thrusting crotch and found herself looking at her cash filled garter. Angela guessed there was about five hundred dollars in there and she hadn't even danced ten minutes. Asia winked at her and stood up when the music stopped retrieving her top and panties and then stepping over onto the stage to get the rest of her stuff. The music started again and the next stripper came out. Solomon had been resting his meaty palms on Angela's knees and after Asia left he started sliding them up her thighs until he was touching her skirt. Her legs were firm and lean, and her skin was dark so she never wore nylons. His hands rubbing against her bare legs sent shivers up her spine. Angela excused herself and stood up to use the bathroom. "Braddock, he starting to get a little frisky," she said into the mike. "Angela you need to tease him enough that he thinks he can have you. If he gets to close, tell him your uncomfortable doing it here and would like to go back to his place. Then you can put the knock out drops in his drink and search his place while he's passed out. If we bust him, we'll raid the warehouse and confiscate your pictures. "I understand," she said. She had to go through with this just to keep pictures of her and Mark out of a magazine. Angela used the bathroom, embarrassed that Braddock could hear her tinkling and then she washed up. When she stepped back into the club, James was waiting for her. "How's it going?" "Ok so far, though he's starting to get fresh," she replied. "I'm going to try to get him to take me back to his place. Can you follow us?" "Sure baby," said her partner, "I can't say no to a woman in that outfit." A young black guy came out of the men's room and grabbed James on the shoulder. "Come on bro," he said, "leave the slut alone, she's with Solomon." James winked at her and left with his buddy. When she got back to the table, Solomon was standing. He held out his hand to her. "Would you like to dance?" "Sure, I'd love to," she replied, looking around for a dance floor. Solomon just grabbed her and led her through a door near the stage. Angela found herself backstage. "Asia, find Angel here a nice outfit to wear," yelled Solomon. Asia was still naked when she ran up to Angela. "I have just the thing boss," she said returning a second later with a skimpy costume. "Solomon, I can't do this," said Angela, "I thought.." "Just try it on Angel," he interrupted. "What's wrong? Tyrone says you were very agreeable." Angela was suddenly scared. She felt the same desire to please, that she had that afternoon at the photo shoot. She'd was worried she'd been drugged again. Asia pulled her into a changing room and started removing her top and skirt, handing her the costume. It consisted of a buckskin bra and string bikini bottoms, a buckskin camisole, moccasins and an Indian headress. Angela pulled the panties on, noticing how little it covered her hairy bush. "No, no honey," said Asia. "We'll have to take care of that." The girl kneeled and yanked Angela's panties down. Angela thought she was switching costumes, but instead felt the girl spraying something on her pussy. Angela looked down, Asia had covered her pubic hair in shaving cream and had started shaving her bush. "Hey wait," she protested. "Calm down," said Asia. "This will get you more tips." Angela had jerked away from the razor. "Look you made me cut you," said Asia. Angela felt the strippers warm breath, gently blowing on her and she shivered as Asia's breath caressed her rapidly balding pussy. Asia finished and Angela looked down at her newly shaved crotch. It was like she was a different person. Her crotch had been exceptionally hairy since she was twelve and now it was bald as a baby's bottom. How was she going to explain this to Tony? Asia petted her bare pussy causing her to jump, before the stripper stood up and helped her try on the rest of the outfit. "Wow," said Solomon when she walked out of the dressing room. "You really do look like an Indian princess." "Thanks," she said blushing at the compliment. The crowd out in the bar suddenly started yelling. "Let's see what's going on," said Solomon holding a door open for her. Angela nodded a him and went up to the door, peering out into the bar only to be blinded by all the bright lights. Solomon pushed her from behind and she stumbled out onto the stage. The crowd roared. "Looks like we got a new girl," said the dj over the loud speaker. "Let's hear it for Pocherhotass." The crowd roared again. Angela looked down at the sea of black faces staring at her, eager to see her naked. She turned around looking to escape, but Solomon had shut the door trapping her. "Angela, what the hells going on?" said Braddock. "It looks like I'm about to strip," she replied starting to sway he hips to the music. Angela figured she would strip down to the bra and panties and hopefully that would satisfy Solomon. Angela was a good dancer. She and Tony used to dance a lot before the accident, including rubbing against each other out on the dance floor. Angela danced over to the pole and wrapped her leg around it, sliding her crotch against the pole. The crowd went wild. Angela decided to emulate the other strippers she had watched earlier. She made love to he pole. She jumped up on it and wrapped her legs around it as she slid down. She bent over pushing her ass gainst the pole as she raised and lowered her hips. "Take it off. Take it off," yelled the crowd. Angela danced over to one end of the stage and threw her headdress down. She danced over to the other side and kicked off her moccasins. She danced back to the center and slowly started untying her camisole, turning her back to the audience as she took it off. When she turned around, Angela was left wearing only the tiny buckskin bikini. This was as far as she was going to go in front of a bunch of strangers, she was turning towards the door, when she noticed all the money being waved at her. Hey, she earned it, right? Angela danced over to the left of the stage, she wasn't wearing a garter, so men started shoving bills into her bikini. Angela got down on her hands and knees crawling around the edge of the stage as men stuffed money into her top and panties, coping feels as they did. Angela's eyes widened when she saw a fifty dollar bill being waved in front of her face and moving towards her bra. The hand with the bill slid under the string, deft fingers quickly untying her top and yanking it away sending bills flying everywhere. Angela reared up on her knees and covered her breasts with her arms. She looked in horror at the guy waving the bra. James swung the bra around and tossed it into the crowd. Her partner ogled her nearly naked body and threw the fifty at her feet. Holding her arms over her breasts, Angela stood up and the crowd cheered, but they weren't looking at her, they were looking behind her. The lasso landed around her body squeezing her arms to her sides, revealing her breasts to the crowd. Asia looped the rope around Angela and then pulled her over to the pole swiftly tying her up. The popular stripper was dressed as a cowgirl cheerleader. Asia pulled a couple toy guns out of their holsters and waved them in the air at her Indian captive. It was Asia's turn to milk the crowd for money. She danced around the stage, threw her little cowgirl hat into the crowd, and gave her gun to a patron who pointed it at her until she bared her breasts for him. Angela felt a twinge of jealousy as Asia's act caused the black men to reach deeper into their wallets for more cash. Angela lost sight of the stripper as Asia danced around behind her, whatever she was doing was pleasing the crowd. When she next appeared, Asia was naked except for the boots and gun belt. Asia turned to face Angela and slowly started dancing towards her. Angela tried to struggle as the stripper pressed her body against Angela's, breasts on breasts. The crowd roared Asia leaned down and tried to kiss her, but Angela tossed her head to the side. "Relax, this will cause them to tip even more," whispered Asia in her ear. Asia grabbed her chin and turned her face towards the strippers. Asia stared her in the eyes as she leaned forward and kissed Angela on the lips, her tongue pushing it's way into her mouth. At first Angela was repulsed, but as she relaxed and kissed back, she found it really wasn't that bad kissing a woman. Asia's kiss was more gentle then a man's, more intimate, not better, just different and the crowd loved it. Asia pulled back and began sliding her sweaty nude body up and down Angela's. The undercover cop gasped when Asia bent down and kissed her nipples, first the left, then the right. The stripper started kissing down her belly, Angela sucking her stomach in at each kiss. "Ooo," said Angela as Asia slipped her tongue into Angela's belly button. Asia wasn't done and kissed down under her navel and across her buckskin panties. Angela felt Asia's lips close over the string and then cool air caressed her shaved crotch as Asia fell back, Angela's panties in her mouth. Angela stood on the stage completely naked. Her body on display to dozens of strangers. Asia danced around waving the buckskin panties in the air and the stage seemed to be raining dollar bills. Angela's face was bright red as she stared down at her feet. Being exposed before all these men had her aroused. Her nipples were hard and she felt wet between her legs. Angela slowly looked up. James had worked his way directly in front of her and was staring lustfully, at her shaved pussy. Asia suddenly swung around the pole until she was kneeling between Angela's legs. The stripper began kissing Angela's shaved crotch, her lips tickling the helpless cop. Asia kissed her crotch going lower and lower, coming dangerously close to her clit. The stripper snaked her hands between Angela's legs and pulled them apart displaying her pussy to the crowd. Angela was embarrassed at how wet she was. She tried to think about other things, but there was no stopping her juices. Angela looked out at the crowd as Asia went back to kissing her newly shaved crotch. She looked over a James who was riveted to the action on stage. Then Angela spasmed as Asia's tongue circled around her clit. The crowd laughed at the look off shock on her face. She looked down at Asia the stripper was staring up at her with a smile on her face, her tongue teasing Angela's clit. Asia got busy. Angela was horrified at the thought of having her pussy eaten. She liked sucking Tony's cock, but had always refused to let him return the favor. It disgusted her to think of another woman doing this to her body, but her drugged body seemed to like it. Angela tried to deny the pleasure she was feeling as Asia ran her tongue quickly along her labia, working it's way between the folds, and pushing into her pussy. Angela couldn't stop her body and found she was humping the woman's tongue in time to her thrusts. It had been so long since she had anything in her pussy. Angela felt Asia slip two fingers into her pussy and the girl began slowly sliding them in and out as Asia's tongue went to work on her clit again. Angela began to feel sensations she hadn't felt in over two years returning. She shook her head from side to side trying to fight it, not wanting to betray her husband, but the sensation was simply to good to deny. Angela screamed as she had her first orgasm in two years. The dj turned the music off so that the crowd could listen to her cry of pleasure. 'God I missed that," thought Angela, 'how'd I ever last two years.' And Asia wasn't finished. "I'd say that was real," announced the dj. "Asia skilled in Cunnigami, the oriental art of pussy eating"- the crowd laughed-"Look my brothers, here comes another." Angela was screaming again and thrashing at her bonds as she had a second orgasm, this one even bigger then the first. Asia finished and stood up, the crowd cheering as she untied Angela. Asia helped her down and Angela collapsed to her knees. "Come on lets collect our tips," said the stripper. Asia crawled around the edge of the stage scooping up loose bills and getting her garter stuffed full of new tips. Angela followed her finding it was easier to crawl then to walk, she was so tired. Black hands reached out to caress her body, grabbing her breasts, ass, and some even sneaking in between her thighs. She didn't care any more she just wanted to get off that stage. When she had milked the crowd for all the money she could, Asia stood and waved as Angela slowly stood up next to her. Asia grabbed her hand and they both bowed, before disappearing back stage. Angela immediately found herself engulfed in Solomon's arms, one beefy black hand squeezing her breast and the other caressing her shaved pussy. "Baby, that was so hot," he said. "I've got to have you." The big black man started kissing neck. "Not here," she said kissing back, trying not to be repulsed at kissing an infamous criminal. "My place then," he said and when she nodded, he continued, "Get dressed and meet me out front in five minutes." "I can't wait," she replied, going into the dressing room where her clothes were. "Good work officer," said Braddock in her ear. "I'll make sure James follows us to act as back up." Angela was still horny as she dressed even after two orgasms. She thought of her husband's once proud cock and of Mark's even bigger one. If what she had felt underneath Solomon's pants was real, he was even bigger still. Angela knew she would need to cum again after tonight and she also knew that she would never get fucked by a stiff cock again baring some miracle cure for her husband. She thought of the large black dildos Ann Dutton had left on her bed and Angela decided to visit a toy store as soon as she could. She felt normal again as soon as her clothes were on and was almost out the door when Asia ran up to her and shoved an envelope into her hands. "Your cut honey," she said kissing Angela on the cheek and leaving to change into her next costume. Angela glanced in the envelope and quickly counted it. There was $500 dollars in her hand. Angela hurried out the door as three young white women entered. Two looked excited as they looked around the bar, the third was flushed and looked embarrassed at being here. Angela noticed her absent-mindedly rubbing a large diamond engagement ring on her finger, a bachleorette party from next door. Several black men were already making a beeline for the three women. Angela walked out into the parking lot. A large black limo was waiting for her, the obese black man holding the door for her. She slid in next to Solomon as they pulled out onto the street. Angela glanced behind her and sighed in relief as she saw Braddock's van pull out behind them. Of James there was no sign. She was on her way.

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He wanted to do it as well, certainly, but it was no longer just a matter of wants or desires; it had to happen, it was fated, for that month, the world would be made privy to what sort of monstrous capabilities Trent had locked away inside of him. And when the moon shone high enough, its bright white light falling gently on his form through the window, it started. It started like it always did, with his body temperature rising high enough that he felt downright feverish, with the pressure permeating his form spiking to absurd heights and leaving him feeling like he was ready to melt down completely. It started with him hearing his whole body rumbling as if it was beset by internal quakes, its organic structure rearranging itself to better fit the bestial side that the moon brought out. Under regular circumstances, if the word could even be used to describe him, the change would be drastic enough by itself; indeed, even if he’d spent the whole day cumming as much as he needed to like a good little Lycanroc, he still would’ve turned into something of a colossus, a hyper-muscular, super-strong, absurdly more virile version of himself that all-but guaranteed the destruction of whatever piece of clothing he happened to forget taking off before the transformation occurred. Even under the best of circumstances, he’d still grow to several times his size in raw mass and weight, along with a comparable increase in the dimensions of his cock and balls, which of course had to go with him for the ride; what would a titan like himself be without a package of similar girth after all? Unfortunately for the room around Trent, however, those weren’t normal or best circumstances; rather, he’d spent a whole day edging himself and refusing to take the final step, resulting in quite a bit of a deviation from the standard affair. He wasn’t going from a well-built, yet still somewhat person-sized Lycanroc into a far more menacing and powerful midnight form; rather, his “regular” shape had been upgraded so many times that it all-but dwarfed what his normal bestial frame would look like… and since his body figured that it was time to transform anyway, this meant it had to adapt. It was about proportionality, after all: a is to b as c is to d. Simple enough math, which was exactly why Trent didn’t so much smack the top of his head against the ceiling as he did crash through it, ending up not just with his entire head going straight up to the floor above him, but with his neck, shoulders, and part of his arms as well; it was quick enough that neither himself nor his neighbors really had time to react, after which the entire building suffered through the shockwave as part of its inner structure was vaporized as a result of the growth spurt. Just as above, so below: while Trent stood literally head and shoulders above the rest, his paws and legs plowed through his entire apartment, breaking through multiple walls before emerging into the hallway outside… and then promptly carrying on regardless, miraculously avoiding hitting anyone as they punched two enormous holes through the home opposite his own, until finally breaking free from the building entirely and very nearly slamming against the one next to it! Yet, he had little to no time to appreciate this, given that his weight caused the floor in his own apartment to collapse; moments after breaking on to the one above, he was falling down, flattening every successive storey underneath his own before finding his way to ground level, which mercifully only involved crashing through a couple of thankfully-empty apartments. Not so mercifully, this was merely his body: the muscles, the arms, the legs, the torso, all the regular bits shared by most sentient beings. There was one specific part of him that had yet to receive the blessing of his midnight form… or, to be more precise, two specific parts. It was inevitable, given that his dick and nuts always grew in proportion to him whenever he shifted from one form to the other, and more often than not leaving them significantly larger than they had been just prior to the change; much like the rest of him, even under normal circumstances this had a way of completely obliterating his surroundings if he wasn’t careful, though without any self-denial, this usually only manifested in Trent having to be careful around anything perched on top of a flat surface, as opposed to… well, literally everything. He had a couple of moments to truly appreciate just what was going to happen when he felt his insides churn and the pressure within them spike, followed by his sense of restraint being properly tested for the first time that day. Up until then, it had been (relatively) easy to keep himself in check, even if this resulted in plenty of pre leakage and his body becoming far larger than normal; but when he felt his balls suddenly inflate, his cock explode outwards with extra mass, and his entire package just barrelling through everything in its way, it was… hard, to say the absolute least, to keep himself from cumming right there and then. It was the perfect opportunity as well: what better time to blast his surroundings with more spunk than most people would ever see in a lifetime than right when the tip of his dick pierced through the roof? What better occasion to unleash the full productive potential of his balls than when they broke through the façade of his apartment block and spilled onto the road outside? It would be the best opening for it, so much so that, for a brief instant, Trent genuinely considered letting go and calling it quits… but there was that other voice, that ravenous need for growth and self-improvement, that demanded he keep going. Had he not gotten that far already? Why should he step down from his rightful position as the world’s prime breeder when he could make himself even better? He’d already broken free of a single building, who was to say he couldn’t do so again, and again, until there were no artificial structures left on the planet that could even remotely contain him… or, as it were, even a part of him? Getting up from the rubble of what used to be an apartment block, Trent was finally able to ascertain the damage done to his surroundings, and the “damage” inflicted upon his body. It was exactly as he suspected, for “feared” would be a terrible word indeed: not only had he grown to be almost as tall as the whole thing had been before it came down around him, but his package had successfully become something so immense, so gargantuan, that most of his body mass was now focused entirely between his legs rather than on the rest of him. With his center of gravity thus shifted, the Lycanroc knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to walk until he got rid of all that excess cum in one glorious, apocalyptic climax; nevertheless, he insisted with himself that this was not necessary, that he didn’t need to cum, and that anything else other than restraint would be the true disaster. This flew in the face of observable reality, especially when it came to the sheer amount of destruction being wrought all around him; it wasn’t just his original apartment block anymore, but everything surrounding it, as now that his midnight form was fully unleashed, Trent’s body no longer had any of the braking mechanisms it once possessed. It almost felt ludicrous to suggest that everything thus far had been him proverbially pulling his punches, but the fact of the matter was that his “normal” side just wasn’t cut out for the insane amount of growth his bestial one was. Everything it had accomplished, everything it had become, was exclusively the result of his biology being so immensely and uncontrollably out of balance that it managed to break through whatever limitations there were… but now, absent any roadblocks, and with Trent being as horned-up as he was, there no longer stood anything in his path. With a whole day’s worth of stacked exponentials already working on him, his transformation into his midnight form brought about a chaotic alteration to his inner workings, so much so that the initial surge of size was nothing if not a teaser, an appetizer for what was to come. No sooner did he get up than his body resumed its outward march, not only gifting him with additional size and muscle mass, but pumping the vast majority of it down below where his package had already broken through the ground and forced a large chunk of it to collapse. Even without that monstrous cock and pair of nuts to swing around, Trent’s body was already impressively gargantuan all by itself; it wasn’t everyone who managed to grow tall enough that they could use apartment blocks as stools, nor become so muscular and powerful that if they tried to use them as stools the whole thing would collapse under their weight. He could snap steel between two fingers if he wanted to (not bend; that was for amateurs), and wouldn’t even break a sweat if asked to benchpress something absurd, like a whole hill, or the entirety of downtown. He was a titan, a monster of a giant, and that was just the way things were as far as he was concerned; the real star of the show, however, the one thing that truly shone brighter than everything else however, was his dick, and the two cumtanks underneath it. There was no way to put it that didn’t involve sacrificing the English language upon the altar of euphemism, because to try and attach adjectives to those things would be, by definition, to miss the point entirely. They were, to put it lightly, so immense as to almost defy comprehension, as their relative growth to the rest of Trent’s body, especially upon his switch to his midnight form, all-but ensured that they would dominate the landscape going further. If the Lycanroc himself was tall enough to sit on the various apartment buildings around him, his dick alone was about as thick as that, with its length putting its owner’s height to absolute shame. It towered above the skyline, the meaty pillar rising high into the sky as the tallest landmark around, spurting precum in such ridiculous quantities that, were it proper seed, it could’ve filled the quotas for every sperm bank in the country for years on end. Not that it being pre made it any different; Trent was in his midnight form, after all, granting him such a ludicrous boost to his virility that even a single drop of that surprisingly thick fluid was enough to all-but guarantee a pregnancy in just about anyone lucky enough to even so much as touch it. Such was his power that, through sheer presence alone, he would breed everyone around him, hence why most of the time he had to keep himself in check by locking the doors during the night and hiding the keys where he would forget about them until morning. Now, however, stuck as he was outside and without any means of protecting the world from himself, there was little that could help the myriad of tiny ones below him from being blessed by his bounty… and there was plenty of it to go around, given how gargantuan his nuts had grown to be. There was something to be said about scale, that while Trent’s dick certainly made the rest of his body look tiny by comparison, the two balls beneath it (for a given meaning of “beneath”) outright dwarfed both the cock and the remainder of the Lycanroc combined. They had to, of course, for how else would he produce the copious amounts of seed that befitted someone of his stature and power? Someone like him couldn’t just make “a lot”, he had to make more; not more than, just more in general, so much more that it bordered on the downright unreasonable, or would at least if it were not him doing so. As a result, it was wholly unsurprising to see that, instead of merely being quite large, or immense, or vast, Trent’s hyperactive cum factories were sky-blotting. This was the only acceptable way to describe them, in fact; for those lucky enough to be under the shadow they cast, it was impossible to see the stars, the moon, the inky blackness of the night sky. Only the void, the gurgling and rumbling wall of nutflesh preventing all light from passing through, growing ever more consuming with each passing moment; for Trent himself, most of the space in front of him had been replaced with a gargantuan and impassable blockade of furred white, his nuts so incomprehensibly massive that it felt more like he was attached to them rather than the other way around. He was beyond immobilized, his rump firmly planted on the ground and unable to move, his legs spread-eagled to make way for both a dick too powerfully huge to be held between them, and forcefully kept open thanks to the overabundance of nutflesh they had to deal with. It was, in many respects, downright apocalyptic in scale; the city certainly didn’t know what to do with the emergence of a colossus like Trent, nor did they have any idea of where they should go now that they had an almost-literal avalanche of cumstuffed nut to deal with. But, for the Lycanroc, none of this really mattered; hardly anything mattered, when the whole point of the experience was to simply indulge in his own madness, to succumb to his idiotic choices and let fate take the wheel, even if he knew this was a terrible idea that would end up backfiring terribly just a few hours down the line. He was, after all, still growing… and still growing exponentially. The bigger he became with each spurt, the more was added on the next one, until each step he took on his ascension to the heavens put every previous one to shame; it became impossible to contain, not when the multiplication was so absurdly stacked that he was gaining several dozen feet with every heartbeat. He could’ve stopped it at any moment he wanted as well, that was the best part; the only reason he was still growing was because he was denying himself, and the moment he simply decided not to, that would be it: on his flipping the proverbial switch, the floodgates would open, the city would drown in his cum, and everyone inside it would spend the next several months straddled atop bellies too large for them to really move, followed by a maternity spike so tremendously abnormal that the population of the country itself would feel the hit. It was entirely within Trent’s power to do so, which was precisely why he… didn’t. It was easy, or so he told himself, easy for him to take the route of gratification; he usually did it, and it required very little effort on his part other than a willingness to succumb to his base desires and let his body do what it was built to do. At no point did it need anything else, leaving him with a profound sense of dissatisfaction once it was over; sure, there was the raw physical pleasure of it, but after a while, he grew to want something more refined, something more appetizing… hence, his decision to indulge in some self-restraint and self-denial, knowing full well it would end in disaster for everyone and everything around him. Unlike every other scenario he envisioned, this one at least demanded that he keep his focus, demanded that he hold his mind on that one, singular need: the need to not cum. It was a genuine challenge, so much so that, even when he was outright buried by his own cock, which was itself being overwhelmed by two nuts that had grown to outsize the city, Trent was smiling like an idiot. It would’ve been incredibly easy for him to snap his fingers and let it all out; indeed, in many ways, the only thing needed of him was to simply do nothing at all, and let his body run its course like it normally did. By keeping himself on that path though, by forcing his physical self to not do what it was made to do, by continuously pushing himself down a road that would end only in him growing uncontrollably, he ensured that he would have to keep putting in effort. If not to lift himself up, then at least to stay on the rails, especially when the pleasure overload became such that it was genuinely nothing short of a miracle that Trent successfully kept himself from blasting a significant portion of his state with a climax that would show on imaging satellites. Because, frankly, why should he? He couldn’t even hear anything anymore; the rumbling of his cum factories was so powerful that any sounds produced by the outside world never had a chance of even getting close to him, let alone going through his ears and into his brain. He was surrounded on all sides by so much nutflesh that it became difficult for him to even imagine how big he was; how little did he know that each of his orbs had reached the size of the entire metropolis all by itself, and were only growing larger still with each passing second. And if not that, then his dick, so magnificently thick and girthy, so impossibly meaty and veiny, there for him to hold and squeeze and have his entire body glazed in pre, to feel how it stretched and pushed and pulled and forced its way in every direction, until the ground itself rumbled and quaked under the unrelenting advance of a body that had no right to exist. Yet he insisted on his path, insisted on denying himself; it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and already he had become something so gigantic and unwieldy that he ranked above most natural disasters. Even if he stopped immediately, even if he put an end to that madness by letting himself cum, what would happen then? His neighboring states flooded, perhaps, the deluge of spunk enough to seriously affect population balance, to say nothing of what would happen to the planet itself, both environmentally and geologically. On the other hand, if he kept going, he was sure to make things even worse, for he would only grow faster and more uncontrollably; not that he could bring himself to care, but still. It was a conundrum, it really was… to most other people. To Trent, the path forward was clear: it was called No-Nut November for a reason, and it was only barely the second! How could he claim the title of champion if he gave up so quickly? How could he claim to have even approached the challenge, let alone win it, when he hadn’t even made it past the first day? No, he had to keep going. For all thirty days.

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