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Title: Berserking Giants Ch. 03 Tags: battle, non-human, nonhuman The door slammed shut behind Loro as he marched across the room, chasing Raven's tight ass as she sauntered in front of him. The tight leather pants were already beginning to droop as she worked at their fastenings, ignoring him as she moved towards the bed in the center of the room. Loro watched her long shapely legs, following them to her delicious looking ass, kept tracking up her straight back and up to her black hair. A growl erupted from deep in his chest as he stared at her. She turned finally and flashed him her trademark smile that made his blood erupt in lust. The smile pinched her cheeks slightly and made her eyes dance with mischief. She slowly turned, moving her hips hypnotically as she did so. He stared at her pants, the fastenings undone, gaping open, hinting at the treasures beneath. "Loro, my eyes are up here." She said, her voice husky with her own passion. Loro tore his eyes away from the pale vulnerable flesh and let his eyes travel up further. They became transfixed on her breasts. While smaller than a normal giantess they still bulged nicely from her chest. Her shirt was being pushed out by her hard nipples that declared her arousal. "A bit higher my dear." Her voice was nearly a growl now so infused with her own desire. Loro looked up and met her gaze. Staring into her eyes he felt something snap deep inside of him. A primal beast broke free of the chains of civility and he stepped forward, not noticing that he was actually growling in the back of his throat. Raven stared at him, her small smirk blossoming into a full smile as she watched him become unhinged. "This will be fun." she whispered softly to herself as Loro launched himself at her. Loro wrapped his massive arms around her, lifting her off of her feet and tossing her unceremoniously onto the large bed. She hit with a momentous groan of the bed, as her ultra dense body strained the bed frame. He tore his own pant fastenings free, breaking the leather strips and the simple knots. He grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, feeling the smooth fabric and tossed it across the room without regard. Raven was working desperately to pull her shapely legs out of the tight confines of the pants. Loro's gaze was fixed on the apex of her thighs. Her soft glistening sex was revealed to him again, the soft folds freed of any hair. Her pants were bunched around her ankles and Loro helped her quickly, grabbing and yanking them off of her. He reached down and tore her shirt open, tearing the cloth like wet paper. Her breasts spilled free, capped by erect nipples that practically begged for attention. Loro stepped back and admired her as she lay in bed fully nude. His breathing had been reduced to great gasps as his heart hammered deep in his chest. His cock was iron and it jutted in front of him, already leaking pre-cum across it's broad head. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes with pure unfiltered want. Loro felt himself break then and there, days of pent up frustration bubbling to the surface as the goddess in front of him offered herself. In an explosion of movement he was over her, grabbing her shapely hips and rolling her over on her stomach. Her surprised gasp gave him a deep sense of satisfaction as he pulled her ass up while pushing down on her upper back to keep her body angled. Her hot sex pressed against the his tip and he nearly lost it then and there. His breath coming in short pants he restrained himself, knowing that this would be a sprint, both of them being to pent up for a longer session. He pressed himself against her, feeling his head press against her entrance, trying to gently find entry rather than ram in. For a moment he wallowed there in limbo, every sense on fire, keyed up as anticipation washed over him. Then, he was sinking into her, his cock being grabbed by her hot velvet walls. "Ughhh." Loro and Raven cried together. Loro went slowly, letting her adjust to his size. He pulled back and moved forward with shallow thrusts unhurriedly, even though every instinct called for him to slam home and spray her hot pussy with his cum. It took a few long minutes until his balls were resting against her, his shaft sank deep inside of her. "Loro, ...I'm fine now...get to it." Raven gasped, her face pressed against the cool sheets, her hands by her face clenching at the bed. Loro gave a grunt of acknowledgment and started to pull out, delighting in the feel of resistance as she tried to keep her prize inside of her. Only the very tip of his cock remained lodged inside of her when he thrust all the way back in, thanking every god there was for this chance. He slammed home with the meaty sound of flesh on flesh and Raven gasped out loud. Loro pulled back and thrust back in, building a fast rhythm as the hurried smacking of flesh on flesh filled the room. He gripped her hips and brought them back to meet his forward thrusts to give them greater impact. Raven quickly got the idea and helped as they mutually fucked each other. She was moaning continuously, interrupting her long moan with occasional gasps and curses. Her soft skin was coated in a sheen of sweat and Loro could feel sweat beginning to worm its way into his eyes as the two of them continued humping each other. "Oh, shit, shit, shit,nggghhhh." Raven screamed into bed as her orgasm trampled through her. Loro felt her pussy tighten down and it pushed him over the edge. He slammed home a final time and emptied his balls deep inside of her. As he flooded her insides he felt his boundless energy desert him and he slumped over atop of Raven, his sweaty chest pressed against her smooth damp back. They stayed this way for a few minutes, both gasping, just enjoying the closeness and release that their mutual orgasm had brought them. "Loro, get your fat ass off of me." Raven said with a hint of humor in her voice. Loro laughed to himself as he rolled off of her, his shrinking erection pulling free with a wet plop. She moaned as he left her but rolled over onto her back. They lay next to each other, both staring at the ceiling and ignoring the stench of sex that they had secreted. "You know I'm normally a marathon type girl, but a good sprint is every nice and then." Raven laughed/ "Wonder what Morgan and Nic are up to?" Loro changed the subject. "Nic's probably balls deep by now." Raven laughed out loud. They both knew the oversized giant waited for a while after coming out of the berserker state before finding a partner. He was to strong to have sex while still amped on the leftover traces of chemicals that gave them so much strength. By now, especially after the little scuffle with the vampires, his lust would be raging and the hotel they found themselves in had a pool that, when they passed by it, had been filled with women. Loro laughed and found his eyes wandering over Raven's body. It was lithe and lean, reminding him of a hunting cat. No excess fat, but rippling with lean muscle and intent, her primal nature hidden under a thin layer of civility. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples still hard and poking the sky. Sweat had poured down the small valley between the humble mounds and Loro's eyes were fixed on the sheen of sweat. Moving in a quick controlled movement he leaned over and licked through the valley. Savoring the salty taste of her sweat he continued sampling. His lips and tongue explored over her cleavage as she cooed delightedly. Every inch of skin on her breasts was kissed and teased and licked until he got to her nipples. Loro moved around the edge of them, nibbling on the sensitive edge as Raven began to get wound up again. Her hips thrusting against the air, rubbing slightly against Loro's own hip as he hovered above her. His hand delved south, finding her button and quickly manipulating it. He was rewarded when Raven's breath whooshed out of her and a low guttural groan began to take over. He played gently, knowing she still might be sensitive as he continued to orally worship her breasts. "I wish I had all day to explore every inch of your body." Loro whispered to her. He pressed a thick finger inside of her, curling it to try to find that sensitive spot. "I'd kiss and lick every inch of you. My hands would caress every part, I would rub and massage every part until your just a mass of liquid muscles." Raven was squirming as he addedd a second finger into her messy pussy. Obscene sounds were issuing as his cum and her juices were sloshed around as he finger fucked her. His erection was back and poking her in the stomach as he patiently worked her over. "I would get on top of you and take you so slowly. I would torture you with pleasure, but never let you achieve the ultimate release." Raven's head was thrashing back and forth, her hair in a wild disarray. "Then, as your begging me to make you cum, I would tell you no. I would keep you edge until your truly desperate, ready to give in and then, then I'd make you cum so hard you'd forget your very name." Loro felt ridiculous talking like this, but the effects it was having on Raven were undeniable. Unless it was the three fingers that were a blur as the fucked in and out of her abused pussy. Raven's eyes flew open, staring up at the ceiling without seeing anything. Her pussy clenched down on his fingers and she grunted twice, her body as stiff as a board as she came. Liquid flowed over his fingers and Loro smiled to himself as Raven came down. As her pussy relaxed he got up and lined up, pressing forward into her box even as she was dazed. He slammed home in a massive thrust which caused her to squeal. Loro cried out in ecstasy, glad that giantess's were made of much sturdier stock than human females. His hips were a blur as he used her as a personal masturbation toy. This was about his release now, as the burning need to cum filled his body. As he erupted into her a second time he thought he felt Raven have a small climax but couldn't tell for sure. He flopped off of her and together they stared up at the ceiling again. "I needed that. Thank you." Loro whispered to her. Raven's face was locked into a freshly fucked gaze and she could only murmur acknowledgment. An hour passed in comfortable silence, the two of them just relishing each other's presence. The light tapping on the door roused them from their daze and caused them to quickly gather up their few clothing items. Raven's shirt was a total loss, so she had let Loro shove his on over her head. Something primal in him enjoyed the sight of her in his clothing. They moved together to open the door, Raven falling back into position to defend him if anyone tried to use the momentary confusion of the opening door to try to take advantage of him. Loro was relieved to find Morgan standing on his doorstep. As he looked closer he caught the small signs of irritation and sighed inwardly. "Come in Morgan." He told her, stepping back and allowing her to pass by through the doorway. She moved quickly, entering the dim room and stopping. "Reeks of sex in here you two." "That it does." Raven agreed as she moved over to the bed. The comforter had been shoved to the ground early on in their romp and Raven used it to cover the wet spot their lustful enterprise had created. She laid down on the bed while Morgan took one of the cheap chairs that occupied the majority of even half decent motels. "Where's Nic?" Loro queried, wondering where the giant was. "Oh, he found big tits and bigger tits and is probably fucking them silly in our room right now." Morgan said with a trace of bitterness. When they had arrived at the hotel she had informed them she had already rented two rooms, and had suggested the girls get one while the guys share. Loro had been to horny to agree and had simply taken one of the card keys and taken Raven to the room, intent of slaking his lusts with her amazing body. That had left Morgan and Nic with a room and Morgan didn't want to be left in a room with someone, especially a male that much bigger than her, that she had just met, so she had suggested they go to the pool. "So we get to the pool and the next thing I know, there's a half dozen horny little sluts all over him, asking him to rub their damn sunblock all over them. I mean, how unoriginal is that. What's worse is. he completely ate it up, hell when I left he was rubbing sunblock on one of their tits like it was nothing." "So?" Raven asked. "So, I'm stuck by the pool because one horny couple hooked up with them, and took them back to our room and now my partner is probably doing his best to contract every STD known to man right now." "Your being a bit harsh on those poor girls Morgan, just because they're horny little sluts, doesn't mean they are that riddled with social diseases." Raven deadpanned. "Maybe he just kept it at rubbing?" Loro suggested. "You can go back to your room and get the sleep you probably want." "Maybe." Morgan conceded. Then she looked up and smiled brightly. She turned and looked at the wall behind their bed and scrunched up her brow in concentration. A few whispered words of magic, power infusing every syllable, and a haze enveloped the wall. For a second the wall flickered in and out of existence and then it faded completley and Loro was looking through it to quite a sight. The next room over had four occupants, and Nic was only one of them. The other three were all human females with overly sized chests and tanned skin that the sun hadn't bronzed. One of the peroxide blonde's heads was bobbing back and forth over Nic's appendage. The other two were entwined in a classic 69 while Nic watched approvingly. "Yeah, I can go to sleep to that/" Morgan said sarcastically. The three of them watched as Nic took his dick out of one of the blonde's mouths and threw her up on the bed with the other two. He waded over to them and quickly settled down, his dick lining up with her pussy. He worked his oversized cock into the blonde and for awhile he sawed back and forth, pulling forth a series of harsh grunts. "They can't see us can they?" Raven asked. "No, we can see and hear them, but they can't see us. Nice little spell for spying on assholes who like to talk behind your back when your out of the room." "I sense some resentment there." Loro chuckled. "Yeah, well being a mage doesn't always get you friends, or even allies." Morgan sighed. "Sucks to be you." Raven deadpanned. "Some times. Other times I get to turn irritating people into dust. Those day's aren't so bad you know." Loro was trying to restrain his laughter as the two women took pot shots at each other. They were watching Nic as he slammed home into a new blonde. The meaty sound of their flesh slapping filled the room. Their moans synchronized as two women grinding on each other brought each other to orgasm. Loro had to admit it was an erotic sight. It was pure athleticism and lust combined to bring ultimate pleasure to each other. "They look like they're having fun don't they?" Morgan said. Loro thought there were bitter tones in his speech. "What's the game plan for tomorrow?" Loro asked. "I have a few contacts that can point us in the right direction. I have a feeling one of the sides will have taken the mage. Then it's up to you and your people to retrieve her."

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Title: Ben and Streek: Clone Saga Ch. 09 Tags: science fiction, futuristic, transgender, gender-bender, non consent, tentacle, lesbian, toys, violence, evil clone **Chapter 9 - Dead or Alive** The large domed stadium of the Nexius Cley Holo-Arena was packed with spectators. It was a sea of mostly black jackets that encircled the centre stage, a large round platform where a twenty foot tall holographic blonde woman in only black stockings and high-heels was dancing around a pole. There was a roar of noise around the place, as they drank and jeered and talked. The holographic woman leaned right back and jiggled her huge tits, then she suddenly flickered and disappeared. The crowd started booing. The twenty foot tall holographic images of Streek and Mia in their dancer costumes appeared in the centre and started slowly rotating on the spot. The crowd started cheering, thinking it was another strip show. A female voice came over the stadium speakers, "Attention people of Keyser. These two women, enemies of the Pirate Alliance, are currently at large in the Keyser City area. Skylar calls on all Pirate Factions to join the man-hunt and is offering a six million dollar bounty for those who bring them in alive." An excited muttering came from the crowd, many of the men stood up. "They should be considered extremely dangerous, and are likely being aided by unknown associates. Hunt only in large groups. I repeat, a six million dollar bounty is offered for whoever brings them in alive." There was a loud roar of talking among the crowd. The holographic Mia and Streek stayed there rotating in the centre. Half of the crowd had got up and were leaving the stadium, looking to get in on the hunt. Mia, Streek and Zac watched from the dark Streets of downtown Keyser. They were watching a Holo-vid table in a dingy little outdoor bar. The little holographic Streek and Mia were rotating and text at the bottom read "Live from the Holo-Arena." "Shit!" said Zac. "Skylar's serious about finding us. The streets are gunna be crawling with Pirate scum on the hunt. We should get moving." "Just hold on a moment." said Mia. She and Streek were wearing large black jackets over their dancer outfits. They had looted them off some Pirates they killed. Streeks' had a couple of holes burnt through it, but it would do. The announcers' male voice came over the speakers, "Just a reminder that there's no refunds for those that are leaving. Looks like we've lost half our audience, but we've been instructed to continue with tonights' schedule." "...And what an exiting show we have planned for you tonight, I guarantee it will top anything that has been seen at this arena before, so those that are staying behind are the lucky ones. First though, a message from our beautiful Pirate Queen, Skylar." A large head and shoulders hologram of Skylar appeared in the middle of the holo-Arena and over the holo-vid table that Streek was watching. The text now read "Live from Skylar Fortress." Skylar started talking in a clear confident voice. "People of Verona, it is an exciting time to be a member of the Pirate Alliance. The Federation thought they had killed us, shattered us. But when you try to kill a Pirate, you had better make sure they're dead. We're back, and I'm here to tell you, we are stronger than ever. History has shown us that every empire must eventually fall. The Federations' time is almost up. Soon it will be the Pirate Alliances' time." "...Whatever we're strong enough to take is ours by rights. That's the Pirate way. We are stronger now than we've ever been, and we're getting stronger. We will be strong enough to take the galaxy, and we will be strong enough to rip the Federations head off and piss on its corpse." The fat, ugly man behind the bar cheered in agreement. "I'm asking you, the people of Verona, to believe in the strength of the Pirate Alliance, and to prepare for war. We have a long, tough and bloody fight ahead of us, but in the end we will be the last ones standing. The fact that our enemies have moved against us shows that they're scared. And for all those Federation spies listening to this, I have a message; You should be scared. Thank you, you will hear from me again." The Holo-video went back to the Holo-Arena and the crowd was cheering loudly. "Are we gunna get moving, or are we just gunna stand here watching HV until someone shoots us?" said Zac. The announcers' voice came over the speakers again. "Skylar Cley everyone, daughter of the late, great Nexius Cley, who this Holo-Arena is named after. It seems the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, that girl is destined for Greatness. She's right, it is an exciting time to be a part of the Pirate Alliance. It's also an exciting time to be in the Nexius Cley Holo-Arena." "Did you hear that?" said Streek. "Yeah, Skylar is Nexies' little girl." said Mia. "That explains a lot." "What was that speech all about?" "Rallying the troops. She's looking to start her war. We really need to kill her." The announcer continued, "Tonight we have some genuine Alien Tech clones, enemies of the Alliance, sentenced to death by gladiatorial combat, and even a lovely lady clone who will put on a very special show for you." "Bernie!" cried out Streek. The Bartender looked over at her. "Hey, don't draw any attention to yourself." said Mia quietly. "But they have Bernie." Streek went over to the Bartender, "Where's the Holo Arena located?" "Few miles away in the cities West. Big Dome, you can't miss it. Can I get you something to drink?" He looked at Streeks' face and narrowed his eyes. Streek quickly turned around. "No thanks, I was just leaving." "What are you doing Streek? Come on, let's go." said Mia. They walked off down the Street. "We need to head West. We gotta go and save Bernie." said Streek. "No, we need to get to the Van Halen." "But..." "Van Halen first, and then we rescue Bernie." "...Yeah, let's move!" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* At the Holo-Arena, the three Ben clones were being walked out to the centre stage. Even with half the audience gone, the loud roar was intimidating. The Bens were all shit-scared. "Ben Anders is among the Federations' most wanted criminals." said the announcer. "...Which puts him in good company. But his clones attacked and killed an important associate of the Pirate Alliance, and so they will be put to death. I present to you ...the Ben Anders Trio." The three clones were forced out into the centre, onto the huge round platform. The Pirates all around them were booing and calling out insults. A huge, domed force field formed around the platform with sparkling light and then went invisible, there would be no escape. "They say it's hard to kill a clone, tonight we will put that to the test." said the announcer. The white platform shimmered and then the terrain of dark dirt and rocks formed beneath their feet, in front of them were three medieval long-swords and tower-shields. "Swords and Shields? Shit!, who will they have us fighting?" Said Ben-One. The three of them reluctantly went and picked up the weapons. The Announcers voice boomed around the Arena again. "And now, their opponent. Presenting, for the first time in the Holo-Arena, Xenogon, the Black Terror." A Huge black dragon materialised before them. It had to be twenty feet tall, standing on all four legs. It was a fearsome sight, with large spiky fins, hard, coal-black scales, a large mouth full of razor sharp teeth and fierce, piercing yellow eyes. The crowd roared. "FUCK!! they can't be fuckin' serious!" said Ben-One. "Dragons have weak points right?" said Ben-Four. "This isn't a video-game! We're all fucked!" said Ben-Five. The Black Dragon walked around, staring intently at the three clones. It snorted and steam rose from its nostrils. "I think we better split up!" said Ben-One. Two of them ran off in opposite directions, leaving Ben-One standing there, trembling. The Dragon moved over in front of him and raised its head roaring. It lowered its' head and breathed a stream of bright flame at Ben-One. He raised his tower shield and blocked the fire, but the intense heat was all around him. The stream of fire soon stopped. Ben-Ones' shield had heated up and was burning him, he threw it down on the ground. The Dragon was staring at him. Ben-One raised his sword and charged at it. Another stream of flame shot from the Dragons mouth and engulfed the clone. Ben-Ones' whole body was on fire, his high pitched screams of agony filled the stadium. He moved around franticly as his flesh was burning off. The crowd cheered wildly. Ben-Five had come around the side of the dragon and charged it with his sword raised. Xenogon flicked his tail and knocked him away like a baseball. He slammed into the force-field and dropped onto the ground with a thud. Ben-one dropped to the ground and let out some last cries, then stopped moving as his body continued to burn. Ben-Four threw his sword and it whacked the Dragon on the side of the head, it looked at him and hissed angrily. It lunged forward and bit down on him so that half of his torso had disappeared into its mouth, then the Dragon flung him up and let go, launching him into the air. Gravity slammed him back down onto the platform with a sickening thud. The audience continued to cheer loudly. Ben-Four cried out in pain and twitched uncontrollably, his body was smashed and broken and he was bleeding from several puncture wounds to his torso. The Dragon loomed over him. It spewed more flames directly onto him and Ben-Four was incinerated. The battered and broken Ben-Five got up from the floor near the edge of the platform and started dragging himself forward, his face was twisted with pain. The Dragon turned and looked at him with its' intense yellow eyes. Ben-Five stopped, raised his arm, then he raised his middle finger at the Dragon. The crowd cheered as the flames enveloped him. He screamed and thrashed about, and then dropped to the ground dead. The crowd roared as the big Dragon strode around the platform, flicking its' long tail. Smoke still rose from the three burnt corpses. "I hope you like your clones well-done!" said the announcer. "That's the end of the Ben Anders Trio. You can say that you were here for Xenogons' first kill. Lets hear it for the Black Terror!" The crowd continued cheering loudly. "Don't go anywhere. Up next we have a voluptuous lady Anders clone to put on a special show for you." In a pavilion off to the side, Commander Kahn stood watching the events unfold in the Arena. "They seem to like your Dragon Vince." The skinny guy with long hair and glasses was sitting in front of a console. "Yes, it's gratifying when the audience appreciates your art. It took me a long time to get the flames right." "They liked it a lot better than your Manbearpig." "Nobody understood my Manbearpig." said Vince, frowning. "The clones died bravely, but they didn't give it much of a fight. I was hoping they'd be more impressive than that. How many orcs do you have for the girl?" "Twelve." "Good, lower their difficulty a little. Hopefully she'll put up a bit of a fight before they start raping her." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Streek, Mia and Zac crept along the rooftops of the buildings around the Keyser space docks. Zac looked at his TAB, "The automatic defences on the Van Halen have been set off, someone's tried to get to our ship." "Hold on" said Mia, lifting her TAB and scanning around the Docking bay where the Van Halen was. "Ambush?" asked Zac, "Yep, Ambush. I guess the money we paid the dock-master couldn't compete with a six million dollar bounty." "How many?" "Twenty at least, another half a dozen have already been killed by the Van Halen. It looks like... they've got a couple of mechs down there, look." Streek looked through Mias' TAB and saw the bulky shape of the armoured, ten foot tall robotic exoskeletons, they were holding huge guns. "Bringing out the war machines on us now." said Zac. "They're Logan Mechs. Like the ones that were used in the war. They've also got a couple of snipers, there..." Mia said pointing to a nearby building "...and there." she pointed over the other side of the Docking Bay. She turned to Streek, "We'll take them out first, You ready to hunt the hunters?" "Like Arnold Schwartz." "Who?" "Ask Bernie. I'm ready, let's do this quickly, Bernie's in trouble." "Okay, watch out for those Mechs, they're packing some serious fire-power, and they're heavily armoured. The trick is to get in close and take out their soft centre." "I'll help you out with that." said Zac. "A little remote hacking will get them open for you. I'll take out the sniper nearby and get his position. Let's have a party!" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* They had forced Bernie to wear a skimpy chainmail bikini with a metal helm. She was brought up to the centre Arena and saw the robots clearing away the charred remains of her crewmen. Anguish washed over her, but she tried to stay strong. "And now we present a much better-looking Ben Anders clone. No prizes for guessing what Anders had in mind when he created her. Please welcome the lovely Bernadette." Bernie was forced out onto the huge round platform and the crowd cheered and whistled and hooted. The white floor of the platform shimmered and become a terrain of dirt and grass, there were rocks and tree stumps scattered around, but no trees to obscure the audiences' view. In front of her, on the ground, laid as short-sword and round shield, she picked them up. "...And her opponents, The Ravaging Orcs of Blackfire Mountain." Twelve large, green-skinned orcs appeared on the other side of the platform, they were lightly armoured and were carrying swords, clubs and axes. Each of them was around seven foot tall and muscular, they had ugly squashed up faces and large square jaws and war paint all over them. One of them raised his sword and roared. "Hopefully Bernie will fare better than her fellow clones, but these guys don't have murder on their mind." said the announcer. Suddenly the orcs started charging toward Bernie, she just stood there and let them come to her. The first orc got to her and swung his sword, Bernie easily blocked it with her shield and thrust her sword forward through his chest. She kicked him away and dodged a swinging axe. Bernie got low and swung her sword up in a wide arc, cutting through the throat of another orc. She threw her shield, smashing another orc in the head and then she swiftly sliced through his legs making him drop to the ground. She grabbed his sword and spun around with both blades. Blood sprayed through the air as more orcs were hacked apart. Bernie was dancing around slashing the blades and blood and body parts flew in all directions. Before too long she stood there amongst a pool of blood, with bodies and body pieces all around her. Bernie was covered in holographic orc blood, it still felt wet and warm. It dripped down off the two swords she was holding. The crowd went wild again, excited by the bloody spectacle they had just seen. "Drakk!" said Commander Kahn. "I told you to lower their difficulty a bit Vince, not make them fuckin' useless!" "But, I thought I..." "Respawn them and raise their difficult to max. She's supposed to be getting the shit fucked out of her." The bodies and body parts and blood disappeared, and suddenly there were twelve orcs charging at Bernie again. Bernie blocked the first blow again and thrust out at him, this time he dodged her blow, but she quickly kicked him and lunged forward as he stumbled back and she stabbed him through his neck. They were fighting more skilfully now, Bernie had to be on her guard as she dodged and blocked and parried, but she was taking them down one by one. Soon Bernie panted as she crossed her blades and then sent the head of the last orc flying through the air. Once again she was covered in blood, standing amongst a dozen dead orcs. The crowd roared, they started chanting her name "Bernie!!, Bernie!!, Bernie!!...", half of them were also chanting, "Fuck her!, Fuck her!, Fuck her!..." "Were they at max difficulty?" asked Commander Kahn. "Yeah, they were. You got what you wanted Commander, she's putting up a fight. Now that's art! She's beautiful." "Just keep respawning them when they fall, they gotta wear her down soon!" Once again the dead orcs and blood disappeared and once again Bernie had a dozen orcish holobots charging at her. She got into her bloody dance again, slashing her blades about and hacking them apart. Her blade spun through the air and sliced an orcs head off, his body dropped to the ground and then disappeared. Then he had respawned with his head attached and was running at her again. Whenever she killed an orc, it just came right back, leaving a never-ending supply of orcs coming at her. Bernie was starting to get tired, but she also started to feel the bloodlust, her blood was pumping and her brain was releasing endorphins. Killing started to feel good. Now more of the crowd were chanting "Fuck her!, Fuck her!, Fuck her!" as the continuous display of orc slaying went on in front of them. After several minutes Commander Kahn started to get impatient. "She's not wearing down, the fuckin' Bitch appears to be getting better at killing your pathetic orcs." "We can put her up against Xenogon if you want." said Vince. "No, the crowd is crying out for her to get fucked, not killed. Is there any way your orcs can beat her?" "I could give them all stun guns." "No, that wouldn't make for a very good show. ...Her weapons are holographic, aren't they?" "Yeah." "Then take them off her!" "Right!" Vince prodded away at the console. Bernie rushed up on an orc and swung her sword at his head. Suddenly the sword vanished from her hand and her empty fist swung through the air. Bernie was left wondering what happened. The orc didn't hesitate to swing his club, he whacked her gut and sent her flying back. Bernie managed to stay on her feet, but ducked down as an axe swung at her head. She jumped up and kicked the orc hard in the jaw, sending him to the ground. She crouched down and picked up his axe. As she raised it, it vanished, then she barely dodged the swinging club. The orc swung his club again and Bernie grabbed his arm then jumped up, slamming her knee into it and breaking it with a loud crack. The orc cried out in pain like it was programmed to do, and Bernie kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him back. Bernie spun around, dodging another blade, then she slipped in close to another orc and slammed her foot into his shin, breaking the bone. He cried out in pain and dropped to the ground. Bernie tumbled back to dodge another swinging axe. The orc swung low at her and she sprung up at him kicking him hard in the head. He stumbled back as she delivered a series of hard punches and kicks to his body. She slipped up to him and threw him hard onto his front on the ground. She slammed her knee into his back, breaking his spine, then she jumped up and continued fighting. There was a loud Crack, Crack, Crack coming from the centre of the Arena as Bernie continued breaking orc bones. Fairly soon all the orcs were on the ground, crying out in pain. Each of them had fractures and were incapacitated. Without dying, they weren't respawning. The crowd was booing loudly. "I thought we were supposed to see the Bitch getting fucked!!" yelled out someone. "Those orcs are fuckin' piss weak!!" yelled another. Commander Kahn looked on and grimaced. "This is not going very well." "There is one thing I can do that might please everyone." said Vince "What?" "It's another creation I've been working on. I haven't really given it a trial run yet." "Will it kill her?" "It might fuck her to death." The Commander had a big grin on his face, "Do it!" Bernie stood there getting her breath back as the orcs disappeared. She got ready for another wave. The noise of the crowds shouting and booing still filled the Arena. The announcers' voice came back over the top of it, "Well, we've shown you what a vicious little bitch she is. Now its time to give you what you want. It seems we got another monster making its debut here tonight. Presenting ...The Drogar." The huge creature materialised. It had a bulbous round body, at least twenty feet high, but was mostly a seething mass of tentacles. It was light grey all over and appeared wet and slimy. The crowd was cheering again. "What the Fuck...?!" said Bernie, looking up at it. The Drogar slithered its' way toward her. It didn't appear to have any eyes or particular features, just scores of long tentacles. They ranged from the thickness of a garden hose to the thickness of her leg. Some of the tentacles lashed out at her and she leapt back, out of their range, but the Drogar continued moving toward her. Bernie turned and ran, but she was being driven toward the edge of the platform, and the force-field. The Drogar spread out, and tentacles reached out on either side of Bernie, it was trapping her. Bernie dodged out of the way of more tentacles that came at her. She wished she still had her sword, then she could just hack away at them. She decided to make a break for the left side and started running. A tentacle got in her way and she reflexively punched at it. The tentacle wrapped around her arm and yanked her forward off her feet. Bernie kicked out wildly as another tentacle wrapped itself around her left leg. Bernie was pulled up off the ground by the two tentacles, and soon other tentacles got hold of her other arm and leg and she cried out as she was lifted up, spread-eagled. The crowd was cheering loudly. Bernie was being held up, displayed to the crowd. She strained against her bonds with all her strength, but she couldn't move. The Drogars' tentacles were too strong. She thrashed her head about in frustration. The crowd was chanting again, "Fuck her!! ...Fuck her!! ...Fuck her!!...". More slimy tentacles, a couple of inches thick, started slithering over her body, coating it with their slime. They had the texture of slimy skin. A smaller one slipped in between her breasts and then pulled at the metal bustier. It yanked hard, Bernie squealed at the sharp pain, as it was ripped away from her. There was more loud hooting and whistling from the crowd as her large, bare boobs were exposed. Another small tentacle slipped its way down into her chainmail briefs and pulled at them. Soon it was ripped away from her body as well. Her legs were spread wide and her little bald pussy was exposed to the excited crowd. Holographic screens around the Arena gave everyone a good view of her naked, spread-out body. The tentacles continued to rub around her body, and it was soon glistening with their slime. Bernie shuddered as she felt a slimy tentacle rubbing around her groin. It slid along her sensitive pussy. Making her shudder and moan. Other tentacles were rubbing against her breasts and her face. She looked out at the sea of excited faces. There was a loud roar of noise coming from all around her. Her face went bright red, she had never been so humiliated. She felt the soft tip of the tentacle probing at her tight vaginal opening. "Aaaagh! No you don't you fuckin' freak!" Bernie cried out, but she couldn't stop it from pushing its' way inside. The tentacle pushed through the folds and ripped past her hymen and slid in deep. Bernie cried out in pain. It had wedged itself in as far as it could go, then it pulled back. It moved inside her, fucking her. The loud cheering continued around the stadium. The other tentacle continued rubbing against her face. The tip started probing at her lips, wanting to get into her mouth, but Bernie had her teeth clenched. It started to get more forceful, pushing at her teeth. It was strong. Bernies' front teeth started to hurt, it was going to break them if it kept this up. She gave in and opened her mouth and the tentacle slid in. It tasted horrible. The tentacle hit the back of her throat, and fresh tears streamed down her face. It continued forcing its way in deeper, and slid down into her throat. She bit at it, but it was like biting rubber and didn't seem to hurt the Drogar at all. The tentacle moved back and forth in her throat, fucking her like the one in her pussy. It felt horrible and she thought she was going to choke to death, but every now and then it popped out of her throat and she gasped for air, then it would slip back down. Then Bernie felt another one probing at her ass-hole. She was filled with dread as it started pushing its way in. Her tight sphincter was painfully stretched open and the tentacle slid up into her rectum. The crowd seemed to get even louder. It moved about as the squeezing ring hugged the thick shaft tightly. A tentacle coiled around her breasts and tightly squeezed the large fleshy orbs together. Another tentacle moved under her chest and then pushed its' way up between her tits. It started moving back and forth in a thrusting motion, tit-fucking her. Bernie could see the excited crowd through her teary eyes as the tentacles mercilessly violated her body. "Now that's more like it!" said Commander Kahn "Like your tentacle porn, eh Vince? The crowd seems pretty happy." "I'm still not real comfortable with this. I don't like revealing my artwork while it's still unfinished." "It's doing fine. It's what the people want to see." "Then I think they'll like this..." Bernie was suspended in the air, getting her pussy, ass and throat fucked by tentacles. The tentacle in her throat pulled back and slipped out of her throat and her mouth. Bernie coughed and spluttered, and then started moaning loudly as the other tentacles banged away in her cunt and ass. The tentacle that was in her mouth rubbed down along her belly and stopped at her pussy. It started pushing up against the other tentacle that was fucking her. It slid off a few times, but kept going back. Bernies' vaginal opening stretched even more and it managed to slide up alongside the other tentacle inside her. Bernie screamed loudly as her pussy was obscenely stretched around the two invaders. The two tentacles thrusted alternatively inside her. The friction was almost unbearable. Bernie cried out loudly and that seemed to excite the crowd even more. The fucking went on and on. Bernie was struggling to breathe as the three tentacles fucked her hard. The show was being broadcast live on HV. Millions of people were watching her get violated all around the planet. Soon another tentacle was pushing at her already occupied asshole. Bernie didn't think it could possibly fit in there, but it forced its way up. Her lower body was racked with pain as her asshole was stretched impossibly wide as it was forced to accommodate two thick tentacles as well. Four horrible tentacles were now assaulting Bernies' tender insides. The Pirates all around her were loving the show. The tentacles thrust into her repeatedly and mercilessly. Eventually, all the intense stimulation was getting to be too much. Bernie was helpless as a feeling of pleasure got stronger and stronger inside her. Soon she cried out and her body writhed as she was rocked with an intense orgasm. The tentacles just kept fucking her hard as the orgasm subsided. They continued pumping away for a while. They started to pull out of her, one at a time. The exhausted Bernie just hung there, her skin glistening as fluid dripped out from her open pussy and asshole and the crowd continued to cheer loudly. "Wow, what a hard fucking, for a special little slut." said the announcer. "Clone girls can take a lot more punishment than regular girls. Let's see Bernie take on the big daddy!" A much larger tentacle moved over to her and wriggled about in front of her. It was as thick as her leg. It slowly moved down and then rubbed against her pussy. Bernies' eyes went wide in terror. "No!! It'll Fuckin' kill me!!" she screamed out. The crowd cheered on excitedly. Bernie struggled against her bonds, but the Drogar held her securely. Suddenly there was a loud BOOM! above them. Everyone looked up and there was another loud BOOM! The domed ceiling started to crack and small pieces started to fall down. Another BOOM! and large chunks of the ceiling fell down and bounced off the force field over the Arena and into the crowd, hitting several spectators. A large portion of the ceiling started collapsing and heavy debris fell down into the stadium. Many of the Pirates were crushed as they ran about in panic. The night sky could be seen through the huge gap, ...and a ship. "The Van Halen!" cried out Bernie. The sleek ship drifted in through the gap and started shooting white laser blasts at the force field. The firing repeated, and soon the shield started to fail and went down. The Drogar seemed oblivious to what was happening and was trying to push its massive tentacle into Bernie. Her little cunt was resisting the massive invader, but Bernie didn't know how much longer it could resist. The Van Halen spun around and its' large cargo bay doors opened. A ten-foot tall, yellow mech jumped out and dropped down to the platform. Jets on its' feet slowed its decent, but it still came down with a loud THUD! "Get away from her, you son of a Bitch!" said Streek from inside the Mech. The Logan Mech was carrying an enormous shotgun. Streek pointed it at the central mass of the Drogar and fired. A heavy spray of metal ripped into the Drogar, and black, inky blood oozed out from it. The tentacles released Bernie and she dropped down a few meters, slamming onto the platform. Tentacles started wrapping around the Mech. Streek pumped the shotgun and loaded another huge slug then fired it into the Drogar, blasting off several tentacles. She pumped it and fired again. The Drogars' tentacles all slumped to the ground, it was dying. Gunfire pinged off the Mech as Pirate guards came out shooting. Streek spun the Mech around and raised the shotgun at them and fired. A couple of the Pirates were ripped apart, their blood sprayed through the air. Streek pumped and fired again, and dropped another Pirate. The others took cover behind some fallen debris. Streek lowered her shotgun and raised the Mechs' left arm. There was a FOOMP! as a concussion grenade was launched right at them, then there was a loud BOOM! as pieces of the Pirates were thrown everywhere. "Is that you Streek?" called out Bernie as she stiffly got up. She was stark naked and covered in slime and sweat, and she hurt all over. "Yeah, I came to rescue you. What do you expect?!" "Dude! I didn't expect you to show up in a Mech!" "It's like a video-game, I'm getting used to the controls. Now go with Mia, I'll cover you." Mia was rappelling down from the Van Halen on a wire cable. When she got to the platform she called out, "Come on Blondie! Let's move it!" Bernie ran over to her. The hulking dead body of the Drogar disappeared. Then the huge black form of Xenogon, the Black Terror appeared. Mia got hold of Bernie and the wire cable started hoisting them up. The black Dragon came up to them, gnashing its razor sharp teeth. A powerful shotgun blast hit it on the side of the head, knocking it back. It hissed as the Mech ran up to it, firing on it again. "GO! GO! Get out of here!" Streek called out to Mia and Bernie. The Dragon lowered its' head and spewed out a stream of bright flames at the Mech. Streek tried to move out of the flames, but they enveloped her. It was getting really hot inside, and sweat poured off her face. Alerts sounded and over-heating Warnings flashed up on the Mechs' display window. Streek lifted the Mechs' arm again and blindly launched a grenade in the Dragons' general direction. The explosion shocked the Dragon and the stream of flames stopped. Streek raised the large shotgun and shot it in the head again. The shots were like hard knocks to the Dragon, and weren't doing any real damage. Streek ran up closer and swung the large shotgun like a club, smashing the Dragon in the head and making it stagger back. Xenogon turned and flicked its tail at her, knocking the Mech off its feet and making it crash down into the ground. Laser blasts then started firing down from the Van Halen, striking the Dragon in the back. It roared loudly and dragged its' back legs as it moved Now it looked like it was hurt. Streek got her Mech standing upright again and ran up to the wounded dragon. It's head lashed forward at her, the mouth clamped around the top of the Mech and it lifted her up. Streek managed to force the shotgun down into its' mouth. Fire raged from the dragons' mouth and engulfed her. She pulled the trigger and the shotgun blast ripped through the Dragons' insides. The fire stopped, and the Dragons' head slumped down and the Mech crashed down to the ground hard. Streek struggled to dislodge the Mech from the dead dragons' mouth. She got the Mech standing upright again and the corpse of the dragon vanished. The next thing she knew Xenogon had respawned and was standing in front of her again. "Drakk!" said Streek looking up at it. It roared and spread its huge, bat-like wings. It took off from the ground and flew up toward the Van Halen. Streek was firing up at it with her shotgun. Thankfully, it looked like Mia and Bernie had made it back inside. The Van Halen shot its' laser cannons at the flying Dragon. The white lines of light lanced about the moving target, but failed to hit it. Xenogon latched onto the ship and started spewing flames right at the cockpit. Then Bernies' voice came over the comm in Streeks Mech, "Streek, watch out! We're gunna destroy the platform, the holo projectors are housed in it." "Got ya!" said Streek. The Mech started running for the edge of the platform as the ship launched a couple of missiles down at it. She dove off as huge explosions tore the large, round platform apart. The huge, black, fire-spewing dragon flickered and then vanished. Streeks' Mech lifted itself up from the ground as fiery debris rained down around her. Right in front of her was a pavilion where Commander Kahn and Vince were looking up at her. Vince just stood there with his arms spread wide and a big smile on his face, "Beautiful! ...Such raw chaos! this show is ...A MASTERPIECE!!" "Get down you fool!!" called out Commander Kahn as he took cover. Streek levelled her shotgun at them and fired. Vinces' blood sprayed all over the pavilion as the shot ripped him apart. Zacs' voice came over the comm, "Streek! Watch Out! Incoming!" Streek quickly turned her Mech around, then it was slammed hard from above. Another Mech was on top of her. This one was larger, at least half as big again and covered in rounded grey plating. It looked quite advanced. It picked Streeks' Mech up and slammed it down hard into the debris covered floor. Streek screamed out in pain as the strong impact hit her. The Van Halen shot its' laser cannons at the Mech. The laser blasts were absorbed by an energy shield around it. The enemy Mech picked Streeks' Mech up again and threw her through a pair of large doors that lead out from the main Arena. It sprinted after her as the Van Halen fired on it, but soon it was out of the Van Halens' line of sight. Streek was dazed from all the hard slamming. Her Mech was on it's back on the floor. She struggled to get it back up again, but the enemy Mech approached and was soon standing over her. Large vibro-blades extended from its' arms and it raised them high. It slashed them down with great speed, slicing the arms of Streeks' Mech clean off. The blades retracted again and it raised one foot and put it on the torso of the damaged Mech and just stood there on top of it. A face suddenly showed up on Streeks' display window. It was Skylar, with her youthful face and round glasses. "I've got all the best toys, don't I Lisa?" said the teenage girl smiling. "Skylar! ...I saw you on HV." "Yeah, I saw you too. ...You've got an old model there. Gotta keep up with the times. Although these days the times are moving at warp-speed. I knew you'd show up here, the way you asked about the female Anders clone, you care for her, or at least feel some guilt or responsibility. You had to come and rescue her, didn't you?" Skylar opened up a comm to the Van Halen. "You there in the ship, I suggest you power down. My flagship, the 'Cthulhu', is close by. It's brimming with integrated Alien tech. It's larger, faster and more powerful than yours." "Not faster!" said Zac "No ship is faster than the Van Halen!" "Don't try us!" "Zac, You gotta get out of here now!" said Streek. "NO!!" came Bernies' loud voice. "We're not leaving without Streek! ...Let go of me you bitch!..." There was some loud thwacking over the comm. "Raaagh!!, I'll die before I leave her behind!" "If you go out there, you will die! and then you'll be no help to Streek at all!" said Mia. "Get out of here!" called out Streek again. "It's not all your fault Bernie. I'm sorry. You need to go now!" The Van Halen turned and zoomed out of the devastated Holo-Arena. Skylar got on the comm again "Captain Payne, pursue the enemy, try to recover the ship. Bring it's crew in alive if possible, but don't be too concerned about their welfare. ...At least I've got you Lisa." Streek opened up the hatch and climbed out of her smashed up Mech, she was wearing her dark blue jump-suit. She stood on top of the machine and looked up at Skylars' large advanced Mech. "You want me? Why don't you come out here and face me you little Bitch?!" Skylar laughed, "Earlier, your red-headed friend asked how a little girl got to be leader of the Pirates. I'll tell you this, it's not by being stupid!" Streek cried out as Skylars' Mech grabbed hold of her and lifted her up. "I should squash you like a bug!" said Skylar, holding her up to the view screen. "You killed my Scrappy. You trashed my daddies' arena. You made me look weak. I hate that! But at least I got to try my Ronin Mech out, it's pretty damn cool isn't it?" "...I was right about you being a killer. You're practically swimming in blood, aren't you? Did you see a kindred spirit in Scrappy as you murdered him? You've shown that you're the top predator. I think I'll make you my new Scrappy." "You're not right in the head. Do you know that?" said Streek. "But there's things about you that I just don't like, so I'm gunna make a better you. Come on Lisa, I'll take you to my Cloning Pod." The outside of the Mech surged with electrical power. Streek screamed out as intense pain shot through her body and she blacked out. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Streek slowly came round. Now she was in a small room, sitting in a chair with her arms cuffed in front of her. A big male Pirate with an assault rifle in his hands was looking at her. "You're awake now, eh Bitch? come on, get up" He grabbed her arms and pulled her up, Streek was still a bit groggy and wobbled on her feet. She noticed a collar was around her neck and moved her hands up to touch it. "Play with it all you want, you're not gunna get it off. That's to make sure you behave yourself. Now come on, I'm taking you to Skylar." He marched her out of the room and down a corridor. Streek realised she was in a Star Ship. He took her to the bridge, a fairly large room with several consoles and seats and a large display screen up the front. It was certainly built to be a military ship, with a basic, no-frills design. There were a few Pirates around manning the consoles. The screen showed that they were flying over the moon-lit ocean. Skylar was there in her tight green dress, leaning back on a railing. Streek was taken to her and she smiled like she was greeting a friend. "Hi Lisa, sorry about the new accessories, but you've proven that you're quite dangerous, even with your hands cuffed. I think the slave-collar suits you. Do you want to try and start some trouble? see what happens?" "Okay then" said Streek, she quickly went to kick Skylar, but as she went to move, an agonising jolt of electricity surged through her body and made her scream out and drop to the floor. Everyone in the room was looking at her. Skylar bent down and helped her get back up again, "Ha! I wasn't sure if you'd actually try it. You're fun!" Streek then noticed the ring around her finger. It was thick, grey and metallic. There was a raised circle on it, like a button. It didn't look decorative, it looked high tech. It probably served a purpose. Streek wondered what it was. She shook her head, the pain quickly went away, but it was intense. "How did it know what I was going to do? did it read my mind or my body language?." "Certain parts of your brain fire up when you're about to commit any act of aggression. The collar monitors your brain activity and responds." Streek nodded, at least she knew what she was up against now. "Anyway, welcome aboard the Jaws III." said Skylar. "This is the Jaws III?!" Streek had a flashback to her previous life, when the Jaws III swooped in on their small shuttle craft, blasting away. Streek watched the shields whittle away and was certain he was going to die. "Unfortunately the Cthulhu is currently engaged. I bet you would have found her most impressive." "I bet it stinks, like all Pirate ships." Skylar held up Streeks' laser gun. "Nice gun!, Champion Ruby, These things have high capacity batteries, can just keep killing and killing. I think I'll hold on to it for now." she said as she tucked it into her belt. Then she held up Streeks' TAB. "Your TAB won't turn on for me. I bet there's some tasty Alien Tech integrated into it. My eggheads will be taking a very close look at it soon." A deep voice came over Skylars' TAB, "Captain Payne to Skylar." "That'll be the Cthulhu now." said Skylar, lifting her TAB, "Is it done Captain?" "Negative, we chased them out into the system, but we lost them." "How did you lose them?" "They ...were faster than us, and they're invisible to all but short range scanners." Skylar sighed, "Seems that boy wasn't just boasting. We will need to rethink the Cthulhus' engines. Meanwhile, put out a twenty five million dollar bounty on the Van Halen. Mia Bolton and Bernadette Anders will fetch fifteen million alive and ten dead. Any associates of theirs, and any other Ben Anders clones are six million, dead or alive. You got all that?" "It is done Mistress." Streek was relieved that her friends got away. "That boy I talked to on the Van Halen, he's the one who hacked the Fortress Security System isn't he. Who is he?" "Rocky Balboa." said Streek dryly. Skylar frowned, "The better you will tell me!" The doors slipped open and Sadie entered. She walked right up to Streek and gave her a hard slap on her butt. "Bad Clone! ...Bad!" Streek just glared at her. "You've been running around town bringing all sorts of death and destruction. I had a crew of seven, your lot killed three of them and wounded two. I lost five on New Heidi. I'm gunna get a reputation as the Captain of Death. Tank is furious, he really hates being laid up in the infirmary." "Tell him next time I'll send him to the morgue." Sadie smiled at her. "You're hard-core! It's a real turn-on." She looked at Skylar, "Can I borrow her for a while?" "Don't you have a ship to run?" "I thought I'd let you do it. I know you like being in charge." Skylar looked annoyed, "Fine. Don't do any more drugs." "I wasn't going to." "...Because I'd hate to have to take the Jaws off you permanently." "I wasn't going to!" said Sadie irritated. "Come on Streek." said Sadie, pulling her along with her. "I'm not going to have sex with you, you disgust me!" said Streek. "You owe me, sweet-heart." "You molested me while I was helpless. I owe you a broken neck!" "Yeah, keep talking like that, you're getting me all wet." Sadie dragged Streek off to her quarters. Once they got in she slapped Streek over the back of the head. "It's all your fault Cunt! Tempting me to do fuckin' Ryphin with you!" She smacked Streek again, "She singles me out! All the Captains do fuckin' drugs!" Streek grimaced at her. "You wanna strike back at me? Come on then Bitch!" Streek just stood there, and then spat at her. Sadie opened her jacket and pulled down her shirt, showing a large, purple bruise between her tits. "You kick hard Bitch! look at this. Aren't you gunna say sorry?" "I'm not!, I'd do it again!." "Heh, you can make up for it with your actions. Eat out my pussy and get me off, like I did for you." "No." "Come on killer. You like pussy don't you?" said Sadie, dropping her black pants. "...Or did you enjoy Tanks' big fat cock so much that that's all you want now? I can arrange for you to play with the men for a while." She slipped off her purple panties and laid back on the bed spreading her legs. Her pubic hair was shaved in a thin, black landing strip and her puffy, pink pussy lips were glistening. She had two large round stud piercings above and below her clit, and there was a barbed wire tattoo on her mound. It was an unusual sight, but not entirely unappealing to Streek. Sadie lifted her shirt, exposing her fairly average sized breasts with golden rings though each nipple, and several more tattoos on her chest. A thorny rose was inked into her left breast and a shark was inked into her right. "You can start by kissing my titties, watch the bruise." "I told you, I'm not having sex with you. You're just Junkie Pirate scum!" "Really?!" Sadie reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small, round device. "What's this? could it be the remote for your slave-collar?" Streek just looked at her and Sadie gave her a half smile. She pressed the button and Streek screamed out as intense pain surged through her entire body, her legs went weak and she dropped to the ground. It was over quickly and Streek sat back up. "You fuckin' Slut!" she spat out. "You're not some kind of masochist who enjoys that, are you? ...no, you enjoy inflicting pain and death, don't you?" "Yeah, take my collar off, let me show you!" "Ha! Listen to me bitch! If I'm not feeling pleasure, then you're feeling pain, you got that?" Streek stood up again, "Scum!" "Kiss my titties ...Now!" Sadie said holding up the remote with her thumb hovering over the button. Streek slowly climbed onto the bed, glaring at Sadie. "Do you feel good about yourself?, having to force people to have sex with you." "Making me feel good is your job Dyke." Streek moved her head down and started kissing Sadies' tits. Maybe if she pretended it was Mia... "Yeah, run your tongue along them, suck on my nipples, they're getting all hard for you." said Sadie, leaning back. Streek ran her tongue around the metal rings in her nipples. Soon Sadie grabbed Streeks' hair and moved her head close and kissed her on the lips. Streek felt her tongue, with its' metal stud, lashing about in her mouth. She wanted to pull away, but Sadie had hold of her. After a little while Sadie stopped kissing and smiled at her, then she pushed Streeks' head back down to her tits. "Kiss your way down, slowly, to my hot pussy." she instructed. Streek did as she said and caressed her tits and nipples again and then slowly worked her way down her chest and belly until she was down at her crotch. She was hit with the strong aroma of her wet pussy. "You know what to do." said Sadie. Streek started licking along her pussy lips, Sadie was quite wet and she could taste her tangy juices. "You're gunna have to be more forceful than that if you want to get me off!" Streek sunk her mouth into the wet pussy and rubbed the warm insides with her tongue. "Ah, Yeah, that's nice, keep that up Bitch!" said Sadie. "I knew you love pussy." Streek had her head buried in Sadies' crotch and continued eating her out. "So, you knew Naeme huh? Said you beat him into a coma? He was the Captain of this ship, you know, and I used to be his bitch. It wasn't an ideal situation for me, but I was getting a steady supply of drugs to keep me happy. One night Naeme was shitfaced and got it into his head that he wanted to stick it up my ass. He wasn't taking no for an answer. I was badly beaten and ass-raped. You don't just let something like that go. I plotted my revenge." "...I started to plant ideas in the simple minds of his crew, that they would make better Captains, and that it was ripe for the taking. Before long there was mutiny. Former Captain Naeme was left stranded on an isolated planet with a gun and a single bullet, as is Pirate tradition. The other men were all left fighting over the Captaincy, and fighting over me." "...Then along came Skylar. She looked us all over and decided that she wanted little ol' me to be the Captain, provided I do rehab and get clean. By then I was sick of being a Pirates' bitch, so I grabbed the opportunity. Surprisingly, Tank was my biggest supporter. He was probably the only one who didn't want to be the Captain, he's just happy being Tank. Don't neglect my clit girl, give it a good tongue lashing for me." "I think I make a pretty good Captain. Better than Naeme at any rate. Except there's a clone bitch who keeps killing my crew! ...Aaah Yes!, like that, that's good! ...And here I am now, on a knifes edge with Skylar, caught between my dire need to get off my head on drugs and stop feeling like shit all the time, and my desire to stay Captain of the Jaws III in these 'exiting times'." Streek looked up at her, juices dripped down from her mouth, "I don't give a shit! Go and OD on Zero or something. The galaxy won't miss you!" "You see, if you keep saying stuff like that, I'm gunna have to break up with you. Get back to work Bitch!" Streek continued eating her out. She wanted to get it over with, so she gently sucked on Sadies' clit while finger fucking her. Sadie moaned and writhed with pleasure. "Ahhhh Yeah! Oh Yeah!, Keep going, I'm gunna cum! ...mmmmm" Sadie grabbed Streeks' head and held it between her legs and her body writhed and she moaned as she climaxed. She let go of Streek and slumped back on the bed with a big smile on her face. Streek got up from the bed, she wiped the juices away from her face with her cuffed hands, "Are we done?" "No." said Sadie, smiling as she got up. She went up to Streek and moved her face close to hers. Streek turned her head away, but Sadie grabbed it and gave her another lusty kiss on the lips. She groped at Streeks' big boobs. "You've been a good girl, I'm gunna give you a little present." "I don't want it!" said Streek. "Come now, you're gunna love it!" Sadie pushed Streek back onto the bed, then she went over and opened up a storage compartment on the wall. She dug around a bit and then pulled out a medium sized black box. She open the lid and then pulled out a fairly large vibrator. "Here, this one's my favourite! It always gets me cumming hard!" The clear, white vibrator was large and thick, and slightly curved. It had a fat penis-head at the end and a thicker base with a protruding clitoris vibrator. The shaft seemed quite smooth. Sadie thumbed the switch at the base and it came alive. It wriggled around and thrust up and down and the shaft bulged and throbbed and twisted, it buzzed as it vibrated powerfully. "You're not sticking that thing in me!" "Come on Streek, you're gunna love it!" Sadie turned the vibrator off again and put it down on the bed. She pushed Streek back on the bed and got on top of her. She started unzipping Streeks' dark blue jump-suit. With Streeks' hands bound in front of her, she couldn't pull the jump-suit all the way down, she slipped her hand down into Streeks' panties and started fingering her. Streeks' hymen hadn't had time to grow back since she was deflowered by Tank. "Ahh, stop that bitch!" she protested as Sadie rubbed at her pussy. "No, just relax and enjoy it baby." Soon Streek started to get wet from the stimulation. Sadie pulled her hand from the panties and licked Streeks' juices from her fingers. "Yummy!" she said as she grabbed the vibrator. Streek struggled against her as she moved it down to her crotch and pulled her panties down. She pushed against her with her cuffed hands. "Stop fighting me, or I'm gunna have to shock you again." said Sadie angrily. Streek felt the fat head of the vibrator pressing up against her slit. "Just relax and you'll enjoy it Bitch!" Streek cried out as Sadie forced the vibrator into her pussy. She pushed it in deep until Streek felt the little finger press into her clit, and the fat head, prodding deep inside her. The little finger seemed to go very soft and mould itself around her clitoris, making Streek gasp. Then Sadie switched it on again. Streek immediately felt the powerful buzzing vibrations inside her, and the device throbbing and moving about. The little finger gently vibrated on her clit. All the stimulation was quite overwhelming. Streek moaned as Sadie held the Vibrator inside her and rubbed her breasts with the other hand. Sadie pulled Streeks' panties back up, so that they were holding the vibrator firmly inside her. She moved back up the bed and straddled Streeks' head so that she was sitting on her face with her pussy at her mouth. She didn't need to say anything, Streek started licking at her pussy again. The wild movement and strong vibrations in her pussy had it sopping wet. It felt good. Her tongue lashed out inside Sadies' wet cunt. Streek could already feel the fluttering sensation of a building orgasm. Both girls were moaning with pleasure. Then Skylars' voice came over the intercom, "All hands prepare for landing." Sadie sighed, "Already? And we were having such a good time!" Sadie got off of Streeks' face and slid down on the bed beside her, she slid her hand down to her crotch. Streek could feel a strong orgasm building. "Unn! ...No, not yet! ...ooh." she said to Sadie. Sadie laughed, "First you don't want me to put it in, now you don't want me to take it out. What did I tell you?" She groped and kissed her tits as Streek moaned softly. Then Streek reached her peak and moaned out just as the room shuddered as the Jaws III landed. The powerful orgasm sent waves of pleasure washing over her body. Sadie kissed her on the lips and Streek kissed her back. Then Sadie moved down and pulled down her wet panties and switched off the vibrator and pulled it out from her hot, wet pussy. The vibrator was dripping wet, Sadie put it up to Streeks' mouth and she licked it, tasting her own juices. "That's three big Os I've given you. You've only given me one, and a bruise. I'd love to stay here and even the score, but we gotta get dressed and get moving. Skylar doesn't like to be kept waiting." Sadie and Streek walked down the ramp, exiting the Jaws III. They were in a huge indoors area, like a domed hangar. The air was cold. Skylar was waiting out there wearing a large fur coat. Several armed Pirate men were around her. "Did you two have a good time?" asked Skylar as they approached. "Yeah, we did." said Sadie smiling. "I hope you're not gunna be too rough on my girlfriend here." "She's no good for you Sadie. She's the enemy, it was never meant to be." "My heart is breaking." said Sadie dryly. "She not capable of giving herself to you anyway. She's been hurt too much. She's just a cold-blooded predator now." Streek just glared at her. "Where are we?" "Not far from the North Pole. It's where I keep my most valuable loot." "Alien tech." said Streek "Yeah, you thought it would be at the Fortress didn't you? Silly you! Come on, I bet you're dying to see the Cloning Pod again." They left the hangar and walked outside. The air was freezing and there was snow everywhere. There was a large open area and a few large buildings around, including a couple of guard towers. The largest was a four storey building to the north. There were plenty of heavily armed Pirate guards around. She also saw scientist in white lab coats here and there, going about their business. Streek had never heard of Pirates doing their own research and development before, they usually just plundered technology from others. It appeared they were doing what the Resistance was doing, working out how to integrate alien technology into their own weapons, vehicles and devices. She had seen the evidence of that already, with the Holo-Arena, Ronin Mech and the Cthulhu ship Skylar seemed so proud of. They come to a large squarish building and entered through the large doorway. They entered a secure room, and the first thing Streek was aware of was the eight-foot tall Cloning Pod in the centre. The room had large steel walls and a very high ceiling. There was a staircase leading up to another open level. There were consoles and machinery littered about. The Cloning Pod was like she remembered it, sitting in Ben's workshop on the Clubber Lang. It was strangely beautiful, with its luminous silver, curved surfaces. It was the prize that Streek had been longing for. The means of giving her back her male body, the body she truly belonged in. But she had come before it in chains. There were a few men in the room, a blonde man was working on a console next to it. As they got closer, he turned around and Streek saw a very familiar face. "You're acquainted with Ben Anders." said Skylar, "This is one of him." "Girl Streek. I'm sorry to see they got you." said Ben-Three. "We've got matching jewellery I see." said Streek. he could see that he was also wearing a slave-collar. "You ...you got any news about my fellow clones?" Streek hesitated. "You just needed to ask." said Skylar. "Three of them got crispy fried in the Arena, before Lisa here trashed it. The girl has taken a ride in a Star Ship, but it'll come to an end soon enough." "They're dead?" said Ben-Three sadly. "I'm sorry. I didn't get there in time." said Streek. "You're one of the blonde-headed cock-suckers from New Heidi!" said Sadie. "...Tank killed one of you there. How many of you are there? You're like fuckin' rats." "We met before that!" said Ben-Three, snarling at her. "Oh right, I remember, from that shitty little shuttle. Your weed was shit." "Is the Cloning Pod ready to start making clones?" asked Skylar. "Yeah, ...but I haven't tested it yet." said Ben-Three, looking at her with hate-filled eyes. "That's what we're here for. You can make clones of clones, can't you?" "Yeah, ...you can." "Then I want you to make me another McKenzie." Ben-Three looked at Streek, "Sorry Girl Streek, I gotta do what they say." Streek frowned and nodded at him. "I need some DNA, an FBS and a DBS." "What's that bunch of letters you just spurted out?" asked Sadie. "Deoxyribonucleic Acid, Full Body Scan and Deep Brain Scan." said Skylar. She nodded to a Pirate guard, and he came up to Streek and punched her hard in the face. Streeks' collar surged and she screamed out as she tried to strike back. The Pirate guard then backed away again. Blood was trickling down from Streeks' nose. Skylar went up to her and wiped some of the blood on her finger, then she went and held it up to Ben-Three, "Your Deoxyribonucleic Acid." she said. "You could have just taken a fuckin' strand of hair!" said Ben-Three angrily. "I know." said Skylar. "Go with him for the scans Lisa." Ben-Three got her to stand in front of the Pod for a Full Body Scan, "Hold on!" said Skylar, she came over to Streek and slipped her TAB and her Champion Ruby into her pockets. "Some birthday presents for your clone." Skylar stepped back and the lines of green light ran over her. Skylar came back and got the items off her again. She handed the TAB over to a scientist in a white lab coat. "Get started on reverse engineering this, I want a full report on what it can do by tomorrow." "Yes Mistress." When it came to doing the Deep Brain Scan, Streek started to get sweaty and nervous. She remembered before when she did a Deep Brain Scan on the Cloning Pod, she woke up in this female body, her life changed forever. Was she going to wake up as someone else again?. She ripped her head away from the scanner. "NO! I can't do it!" she said backing away. Skylar looked annoyed and started fumbling around inside her fur coat. "Sadie, do you have the remote for the slave-collar?" "Uh, ...yeah, I do actually. hang on!." Sadie got out the remote and pressed the button. Streek screamed out in agony and dropped down to her knees. "Stop it!, you don't need to do that!" said Ben-Three. "It looked like she wasn't complying, that's what the slave-collars are for." said Skylar. "Come on Streek, just do the scan." Streek just knelt there, shaking her head. "Can you just give her a minute?" "No." said Skylar, she motioned for some of her guards to get her. A couple of big Pirate men lifted her up and dragged her over to the Cloning Pod. They held her head to the Scanner. She shook her head and struggled against them. One of them grabbed her head with his big, meaty hand and held it still. The other had his fingers on her face, holding up her eyelids. The line of green light passed over her eyes and then she was let go, slumping to the floor. "Amazing isn't it?" said Skylar coming up to her. "All your memories, all your skills and experience, all your most private thoughts, your personality, everything that makes you, you. It's all copied over as computer code. And as computer code, it can be modified by an experienced hacker. You murdered our best hacker back at the Holo-Arena, but I understand Ben Anders is good with that sort of stuff." "Nah, I tend to exaggerate my computing skills." said Ben-Three. "That's a lie. You're going to make the modifications we want to her DBS. Dr Dorkley will be supervising you." "Well, as usual, I got no choice do I?" "No." "I'm going to need some matter too." said Ben-Three "Anything that equals her weight." Skylar sent some of her Pirate guards off. Ben-Three went to a nearby console and started tapping away at the holographic keyboard. The bearded scientist in a white coat was looking over his shoulder, telling him what to do. Streek just sat on the floor looking at the Cloning Pod while the Pirates talked to each other. "Hey Sadie." said Skylar. "How do you think Tank will feel about being cloned?" "I don't know, it's hard to tell with him." "I understand he has quite a talent for violence. Can you imagine a whole Platoon of him coming at you on the battlefield?" "And he'd have the regeneration and everything. You vicious little bitch!" "Now you see why I wanted the Pod so much." "Mistress Skylar, come and have a look at this." said Dr Dorkley motioning her over. When she come over he pointed at the screen, "This analysis shows that she has over one hundred and fifty years worth of pure combat experience." "Wow!, really? how old is she?" "Around ten days." Skylar looked over at Streek. "So, your mind has already been altered. That's why you're such a tenacious little killing machine. I bet you can think of a hundred different ways to take out everyone in this room, but the slave-collar stops them all. I gotta get my hands on the Alien Tech behind this, my clone army will be unstoppable." The Pirate guards came back in, wheeling in boxes of ammunition on a trolley. "You would do just as well with a load of trash." said Ben-Three. "There's plenty of that around!" he said, looking directly at Sadie. "Are you made of trash Benny-boy?" asked Sadie. "No, I was made out of Star ship parts." "I want her to be made out of bullets." said Skylar. "What were you made out of Lisa?" "I don't remember." "Certainly not sugar and spice and all things nice." laughed Sadie. "Are you about ready to make my clone yet?" asked Skylar a while later. "Yeah, we're just about ready." said Ben-Three. "I'm not happy about this mind-altering thing. She could end up a vegetable, or insane like you. Don't blame me if she attacks you." "Just get it done, I'm getting antsy." The Ben clone tapped away on the console and the small dark windows on the front of the pod lit up with bright green light. "Billions of nanobots are currently taking the ammunition apart and restructuring the atoms into the form of the clone, based on the blueprint we've provided. It'll take about five minutes until she's complete." Skylar looked at Streek again, "Don't you find this fascinating Lisa? Ten days ago that was you being built inside there." Streek hadn't given much thought to her creation. She saw it as the point where she was unwillingly turned into a woman. She wondered what her clone was going to be like, and couldn't help feeling dread over what was to come. Fairly soon the light from the Cloning Pod dimmed and died away. "The clone is complete and the Pod has given her life, ...it's done." said Ben-Three. "About time." said Skylar, rubbing her hands together "Open it up, lets see her. On your feet Lisa, I bet you're dying to meet her as well." Streek got up and watched as the doors slid open. Standing there in the Pod with her eyes closed, was a perfect copy of her. With her slim frame and large breasts, and shoulder length, dark brown hair with a streak of white on the fringe. She had perfectly smooth, soft, fair skin, just like Streeks which had completely grown back last week. She was wearing the same dark-blue jump-suit and had her arms bound in front of her and was wearing a slave collar. Her eyelids flicked open and she blinked and looked out at Skylar and Streek with her dark brown eyes. "Hello McKenzie." said Skylar smiling. "Welcome to the world. How are you feeling?" The clone blinked and looked around, "I'm all right, ...a bit disoriented." she said. 'Is that what I sound like?' thought Streek. "Can you tell me where your loyalties lie?" asked Skylar. The clone didn't hesitate, "With you Mistress, and the Pirate Alliance, always." Skylar turned to Streek smiling. "See? ...Better!" "That's fuckin' twisted!" said Streek. "You took away her free will." "I've customised the clone to better suit my needs. Come forward McKenzie." The clone slowly walked forward, out of the Pod. "You won't be needing these, you're not my prisoner." Skylar released the cable-locks around her wrists and then went behind her and removed the slave-collar. "Do you know who that is?" said Skylar nodding toward Streek. The clone looked at her coolly. "My Sire, and a fellow McKenzie clone, and an enemy of the Alliance." "Does she enjoy killing Pirates?" "Oh yeah, she gets off on it." Streek grit her teeth in anger. "Any other interesting things you can tell me?" "There are plenty of things Mistress. I can draw you a nice treasure map, the X is in a Globular Cluster called M13, and you will like the treasure you'll find there." "Shut up!" said Streek. "Don't you know that they brainwashed you? If you're me, then you've been raped by Pirates, gang-raped on more than one occasion. Why the hell would you choose to be on their side?" "If anyone ever tried to rape me, I'd rip their balls off. If they raped you, then that's too bad. Whatever we're strong enough to take is ours by rights." "There's gotta be a part of you that hates yourself for saying that." "There isn't. I just hate you, and your weakness." "I don't mean to sound like a bitch," said Skylar. "...but I like her better than you. She's much more open and honest." "This is fuckin evil!" said Streek. "There's also someone you should watch out for." said McKenzie. "Another clone who's with the Resistance, a little old man by the name of Doctor Arnott, ...very dangerous. She hasn't been able to get in contact with him lately, but he has come here after the Cloning Pod. He's got a super advanced stealth ship with plenty of Alien Tech goodies. Including the mind-writer that you want Mistress." "Damn you! The Doc has been good to us. I owe everything to him!" said Streek. "I think it's you who's been brainwashed! The Doctor was just using you. You and Bernie were just pieces of Alien Tech that he could use to achieve his goals. On New Heidi, you didn't function the way he wanted, so he discarded you. He told you that he planned on using and destroying all Alien Tech, but he didn't tell you that that included you and Bernie. You know I'm telling the truth!" "No, he saved us from torture and death." "He was just recovering you, because you were too dangerous in the hands of the enemy." "Fuck you! Skylar is just using you!" "I know, I want her to use me." "Ha!, this is quite entertaining." said Skylar. "I hope this Dr Arnott pays us a visit. I'll be ready for him." she looked at the McKenzie clone, "What do you think we should do with your Sire?" "She's an enemy of the Pirate Alliance, she needs to die. Let me kill her for you." "I was thinking of putting her to work in a busy brothel, she can pleasure a hundred Pirates for every one she killed." "No, she's too dangerous, and Bernie Anders will come for her." "Yes, I got that impression as well." "Then I can kill her?" asked the clone, getting out her Champion Ruby. "Okay then!" Skylar came and grabbed the laser gun from her. "I want you to do it with your bare hands." "Fine with me. After it's done, ...I have a request..." "What's that?" "My Grand-sire was male. I feel that I'm male too. I want to use the Cloning Pod to give me a mans' body again." "So, she has gender issues too?" said Skylar looking at Streek. "She thinks she's a man?" said Sadie. "I thought she was just a little butch." "No, we won't be doing that just yet. Like you said, Bernie will be coming for her. Instead she's going to rescue you, and you'll be my girl on the inside when we come knocking on the Resistances' door." she looked at Streek again, "All your friends are going to think you're a stinking traitor!" "You fuckin' mad bitch!" spat Streek. "But once the Resistance has been ...incorporated into the Pirate Alliance, I'll grant your request. Man or woman, you'll still be my Great White Shark." "All right, lets do this then!" said the clone, approaching Streek with her fists clenched. Streek held her cuffed hands up in front of her "Hey, now just wait a min..." THWAK! McKenzie punched her hard in the head, sending her stumbling back, she slipped forward and gave a strong kick to her guts, knocking her off her feet. Streek quickly pulled herself up again, "Nnngh! ...I can't even fight back with this fuckin' slave-collar on!" "Y'know, that doesn't seem to bother me!" said her clone, smashing a fist into her head again. Streek leant back and dodged a high roundhouse kick. "Are you scared I'd beat you in a fair fight?". "I'm not the one who's scared, you are! and with good reason." McKenzie came at her again with a series of fast punches and kicks. Streek did her best to dodge and block with her bound hands, but a strong kick struck her side, making her groan. Streek turned and ran, she jumped up on the handrail on the stairs and ran up it. McKenzie was close behind. "You have nowhere to run to Sire!" Streek leapt off, onto the upper level. McKenzie leapt off with a flying kick and got her in the back, sending her tumbling forward. She ran up and kicked Streek hard in the head as she tried to get up. Sadie and Skylar looked up watching her laying into Streek on the ground. "Maybe we should take her slave-collar off, we're never gunna see a more evenly matched fight." said Sadie. "You don't grasp just how dangerous she is. If we take her collar off, anything could happen. If our girl is happy to just beat the crap out of her, I'll let her." Streek rolled away, just as McKenzie was about to stomp her face. She got up on her feet again and backed away, her face was swollen and bleeding. Her clone came at her with more frenzied punches, most of them connecting. Streek retaliated by raising her cuffed arms in a double fist and screamed out in pain as the intense shock hit her body as she slammed McKenzie in the jaw. Both of them stumbled back. Streek was dazed and still hurting. "Ha! That punch hurt you more than it hurt me. Do it again Bitch!" said McKenzie, rubbing her jaw. McKenzie leapt at her with a flying kick, Streek ducked low, dodging her and darted away. Streek leapt up on a console and then up on some machinery, she ran up the wall and grabbed onto one of the steel beams that criss-crossed the ceiling with her cuffed hands. She managed to swing her legs up and climb up there. "Don't think you're gunna get away from me up there." said McKenzie. She did the same, leaping and climbing up to the beams. Streek stood up, gaining her balance on the thick, steel beam. McKenzie was already standing in front of her with her fists raised. "Bad idea coming up here Streek. Gravity is gunna give you the smack-down." She came at her with more kicks. Streek had to concentrate hard to try and block and dodge and keep her balance. She leapt to a parallel beam, and McKenzie leapt across too. McKenzie feinted a left kick and then smashed Streek in the head with a powerful left hook. Streek was dazed and struggled to keep her balance. Then McKenzie gave another strong kick to her chest. Streek slipped back and fell, but managed to catch the beam with her bound arms. Her clone walked up to her, "Down you go!" she said and then stomped Streeks' head. Streek let go of the beam and fell about four meters, crashing into a desk below and smashing it to pieces. She was dazed and hurt all over, but still managed to just move away in time as McKenzie came crashing down after her, almost stomping her head. Streek was struggling to get to her feet. "She's brutal! It's getting me all wet again!" said Sadie, watching on, "Jeez Sadie!, you don't need to share everything!" said Skylar. "I like her too. I'll be making a lot more of her ...or him, down the track. I'll have a whole school of sharks to unleash on the galaxy. They're gunna help us win the war. And when it come time to... something's wrong!" Skylar looked around, a few seconds later the alarms started sounding and computerised voice was saying "Red Alert." repeatedly. "How do you do that?" asked Sadie. Skylar was on her TAB, "Speak!" she ordered. "Mistress Skylar, intruders have infiltrated the facility. Our forces are engaging them." "Why didn't we get any proximity alerts?" "They must have been using some kind of stealth technology Mistress. They seemed to come from nowhere!" "Throw everything we have at them. Put the Cloning Pod room in lockdown. Put out a planet-wide order for every Pirate Faction to send available forces to this location. Order the Cthulhu back here. Just stop them!" "You still getting up?" said McKenzie, ignoring the alerts. "Can't you see that your fucked. You're never gunna get your cock back! and you tried so hard too. When I get my cock back, I'm gunna get one of those slave-collars for Bernie. Make her my fuck slave. I'm gunna enjoy raping her up the ass, making her scream." Streek grit her teeth and growled in anger. "...Then when I get bored of her, I'll choke the life out of her and throw her away with the trash." "FUCK YOU!!" Streek yelled as she stepped forward and swung her double-fist hard, smashing McKenzie in the face. The slave collar made her body blaze with agonising pain, but she didn't care. Streek gave a straight kick right into her chest and the collar continued to fire. She gave another strong double-fisted punch into McKenzies' jaw, knocking her back. The slave collar surged, Streek put up with the pain. The agonizing shocks weren't making her weaker any more, in fact she was feeling much stronger. She roared as she ripped her arms apart, and the broken cable locks fell to the floor. "You're fucked!" said Streek. McKenzie came at her again. Streek blocked a fast, high kick and threw a quick right jab to her face. The collar surged, but it felt like it was super-charging her with raw power. Streek followed up with a powerful left hook. McKenzie was unable to defend herself against the flurry of strong punches, each one made the collar surge and fill her with raw power. Streeks' fists actually started to glow with blue light. The power was getting too much. The raw strength seemed to fill her to her core. It started to feel like she was going to explode. She stopped punching and McKenzie was still on her feet, but clearly dazed, her face was beaten and bloody. Streek couldn't contain the power that had built up within her. She threw her arms forward and roared, and a bright blue light shot from her hands right into McKenzie. She was thrown across the room at high speed and smashed into the wall. Slowly she peeled off the wall and crashed limply to the ground. "Holy Shit!" said Streek, looking at her hands. Black smoke rose from her overloaded slave-collar. It was then that she became aware that the facility was on Red Alert. "Kill her!" called out Skylar. There were ten armed Pirate guards in the room, down on the lower level. They started firing at her. Streek dove behind a large console. The cover was getting peppered with gunfire. Two of the guards came up the stairs with their assault rifles raised. They cautiously approached her. Streek suddenly launched herself up over the console. The Pirates fired up into the air but didn't get near her. Streek grabbed one of the Pirates shoulders and twisted her body down behind him. The other Pirate continued to shoot at her and the bullets ripped into the other mans body. Streek grabbed the dying Pirates' handgun from his belt, and shot the other one in the middle of his forehead. She took a few other things from the dying Pirate. 'Whatever I'm strong enough to take... right?' The other Pirates on the lower level opened up on her again. She darted back to cover, and then three frag grenades were rolling down the stairs. "Grenade!" yelled one of the guards. They all ran and dove for cover as there were loud explosions. Shrapnel ripped through a few of them, sending them to the ground, bleeding and screaming and dying. Streek shot another one down as he ran. She ran and launched herself over the railing and down into the smoky lower section. She stomped a Pirate as she landed right on top of him. She let loose with a series of fast punches and kicks to another two as they tried to raise their rifles to her. Pretty soon all of the Pirate guards were dead. "Ben, are you allright?" called out Streek. "Yeah, peachy." said Ben-Three, stepping out from behind the Cloning Pod. "I was gunna help you out with the fighting, but I don't know how you did that slave-collar trick." "Yeah, neither do I." "Gotta be something to do with your Nanobots." "I guess. ...That's the sound of help coming." she said referring to the sirens. "See if you can override the lockdown. Did you see where Skylar went?" Ben-Three pointed toward the back of the large room, "Go get her Super Streek." He went over and started working on the console. "See, I knew it was there, the secret emergency exit." Skylar said to Sadie. Streek dropped down from the upper level, right next to them. She grabbed hold of her Champion Ruby in Skylars' hand and kicked away Sadies' Scorpion Tail. Streek struck out with another strong kick to Sadies head, knocking her back against the wall as she cried out. "That's my gun!" she said to Skylar. "I don't believe you're strong enough to take it from me." Skylar let go of the gun and stepped back with her hands in the air. She still looked cool and confident. "Not strong enough, no." "I told you I'd do it again." Streek said to Sadie, while she held her gun up to Skylar. Sadie rubbed her head, "Why do I always end up in abusive relationships?" Streek and Skylar stared into each others eyes. "Congratulations Lisa, you defeated your clone. You're still the top predator in this environment. You gotta love the irony, I put that slave collar on you so that you couldn't hurt anyone. I see now that you're destined for big things. Join me, and we can crush the Federation together. It'll be fun! I'll let you kill all the Pirates that raped you, including Sadie there." "Hey!" cried out Sadie. "Does anyone ever tell you you talk too much Skylar?" said Streek. "But you're such a good listener..." said Skylar. She pressed down on her thick metallic ring. Streeks' ears were assaulted with a super high pitched noise. her muscles cramped up and stiffened. The gun fell from her hand and she dropped back onto the ground, unable to move. Sadie was debilitated by the sound too. Skylar pressed her ring again and the noise stopped. She pulled a couple of electronic ear plugs from her ears. She went and picked up the laser gun and stood over Streek, who was laying on the floor, flinching and unable to move. "I told you I liked Champion Rubies, didn't I? Such elegant design, ...such efficient instruments of death." She pointed the gun at Streeks' chest and squeezed the trigger. Three green lines of light lanced through her chest and Streek let out a gargled scream. "STREEK!!" Came Bernies' voice from the other side of the room. Laser blasts came at Skylar. She returned fire and then fled. Streek felt her life draining away. The next thing she knew, Bernies' face was there in front of her. She looked so beautiful, even with the horrified look on her face. Bernie held her tight in her arms. "Hold on Streek! Hold on! The nanobots will fix you up, you just need to hang in there!" "...I'm ...dying..." said Streek weakly. "No Streek! ...you can't die! ...you can't!" cried out Bernie as tears streamed down her face. "You can't die, because I love you!" "...I ...love you." said Streek. Bernie cried as the world began to fade into darkness. Streek died there in Bernies' arms. ...

literotica

Dragons Don’t Moo! Yawning she stretching in the golden rays of the sun. So far it had been a typical day, a morning count of the hoard, a quick dispatching of another annoying knight errant. She itched herself against a rocky outcropping, letting the soft rock rub away a few rough patches on her scales. She wiggled a bit to throw off the dust from her scales, and paced a few times until she found a nice spot to snooze the in the afternoon sun, her purple scales shimmering as they soaked up the warmth. She lay there, content that nothing would disturb her repose. Only adventures, usually foolish knights, and perhaps a cultist or two was ever willing to bother a dragon, even a sleeping one. However, neither was prone to being subtle when approaching one such as her. Not that it was ever easy to sneak up on a sleeping dragon. So, it came as quite the shock to her when she opened one lazy eye and spied a small robed human sitting on a rock, no more than ten feet from her snout. That shook her into full wakefulness in a hurry! Peering down at the small robed figure, she wondered what he was up to. He just sat there, seemingly quite unperturbed by the idea of having suddenly awoken a dragon. He just looked back up at her, those little beady eyes in a face full of disgusting fuzz. She debated just chomping him, or roasting him, but something held her back. Curiosity. Dragons are nothing if not curious creatures. The human broke the silent stand-off first. “Good morning, Dragon.” He said cheerfully in her native language. This startled her a bit. It wasn’t often that she ran across a lesser being that could speak her tongue even haltingly, let along with the fluency that this one seemed to possess. Quite a trick for a creature with such a short and limited vocal range. The surprise quickly turned to suspicion, and she started to pump her internal bellows, just in case he proved annoying, but she delayed in blasting him to ash, pondering what he was after. He came unarmed. No staff, no bow, no sword. Nothing that would mark him as foolish enough to attack her armored bulk. If anything, he was remarkably non-descript, except for his ruddy-colored robe that was travel worn and caked with dirt and mud about the hem. It had once been a fine robe, she could tell from the weave, but nothing else about him suggested he had gold to take. Certainly not that floppy foppish nonsense of a hat that drooped to one side of his head. Finally, she chose to respond. “I do believe it is afternoon.” She hissed at him. “Quite right, I do agree. But you just woke, so I figured it was an appropriate greeting.” He said, his tiny clawless digits rubbing at the fur that covered the lower half of his face. She considered this. “Acceptable.” He continued to sit quietly, no move had he made, so she cooled her fire a bit and sat on her haunches. “What is it you want, man thing?” She asked, curious as to his purpose. He smiled, revealing those white square teeth that humans were so proud of. “Oh, nothing much great dragon, I just thought I’d made your acquaintance.” “You have, and yet I doubt that is your only reason to be here.” Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He was starting to annoy her. “Oh, alright, I do have other business.” And before she could react his other limb snapped out releasing a small pebble that flew at her belly. She should have incinerated him then, but the move took her by surprise. Normally she would have laughed it off, such a small thing hurled at her. But the tiny pebble struck with a concussive force and a blinding flash, knocking her great bulk back and ingulfing her with mystical energy. She twisted and growled as the spell took hold, her body contracting and compressing upon itself. Collapsing to all fours she heaved, feeling her body shrinking, already far smaller than she had been even since the days of her hatching. Worse the spell was robbing her of her beautiful scales. She blinked, holding up a claw, but claw no longer. Her beautiful talons were gone, replaced with those soft tan digits of a human. She reached them to her face, and felt not the features of a dragon, but those soft features of a human woman. The faintest pattern of her scales remained on her skin, but the skin was soft, pliable in a way her scales never were. She thumped her tail, feeling it’s reassuring weight behind her, though it too was soft and tan, and it sat above a very human posterior. She tried to say something but all that came out was a cough, and a faint puff of smoke, the last of her fire gone out. “Hmm, imperfect, but workable.” He said as he considered her for a moment. “What… what did you do to me?” She gasped, trying to find her balance on two skinny legs. “Why, I’ve made you my pet.” He said joyfully, beaming with self- satisfaction. “Nothing says powerful wizard like a captive dragon.” “Why you!” She staggered to her feet finally, rising above his seated position on the rock. If he stood, she would probably still be a good bit taller than he, and she surmised a fair bit stronger too. She debated trying to kill him still, but without fire or talon, her own magics were no match for whatever he could conjure up. He just watched cautiously, eyeing the transmogrified dragon as it tried to cope with the human-like body he’d driven her into. Her new face giving away her thoughts. Her decision came with no subtlety suitable for a dragon. She just charged him, seeking to bury him under her fury. Lowering her head she tried to sweep her arms around the smaller man, but despite his apparent advanced age he moves spryly and ducked under her arms, and deftly avoided the clumsy sweep of her tail. She grumbled, trying to stalk his scent, but smelled nothing but her own new smell, and barely at that. How did humans survive with so poor a sense of smell? She poked around the nearby boulders, trying to figure out where he’d gone, and where he’d reappear. A sudden heavy weight slammed down on her back, driving her to the ground as he appeared out of the air above her. Her new knees couldn’t withstand the sudden impact and they buckled, leaving her soft flesh abraded against the ground. She winced at the sensation of the rocky floor of the outcropping scuffing her newly formed breasts. Breathing hard she lay there, wondering how she’d never realized how rough the ground was. Befuddled by the whole situation she barely registered the dark thing cross over her line of sight and snap in place around her slender neck. She felt his weight lift off, but instead of rising, she clutched at her new soft underbelly. She could feel more magic spreading, her human like form shifting further. This time she found her breasts mirrored as a second pair protruded from her chest, but it was the single mound that balloon from her belly that stunned her. A giant swelling that bore four long protrusions, that nestled against her thighs. Atop her head she had some mild pain as her head ached as two small horns burst from the fluffy mane atop her head. While no where near as impressive as her natural horns, they were at least something she missed. The wizard looked a bit dismayed. “Oh, damn, wrong collar. Oh well, you’re still under my control anyway. I’ll sort this out later.” He yanked gently on the rope that held the collar. Her head jerked up slightly. She tried to growl at him, but it came out so soft and meek she was ashamed of it. Rolling into a sitting position she found the mass between her legs kept her hips splayed wide, an odd sensation. He tugged the rope again, and she found herself unable to resist it, rising to her new soft feet she winced at the rocks as she stepped on each. Worse, she could feel a strange tightness in her new mounds. She grasped on, only to realize that it was very tender to the touch, and when she squeezed it a small spray of liquid gushed outward in an arc. Soon each of her new dark tips of her mounds beaded with a whitish fluid that dripped with each step. The sensation bothered her a great deal. The wizard merely laughed as he watched her fumble with her new nipples and teats. She started to say something in response, but her voice gave out nothing more than a long low “Moo.” Clapping her hands over her mouth in horror, she knew that sound. It wasn’t one any proper dragon, or even puny human, should be making! The wizard just laughed again, “This is perfect, I get a dragon and a cow, all in one deal!” He made a gesture at her cave, and a shimmering wall appeared. She frowned, knowing that he’d both saved and taken her hoard from her, but right now she could do nothing. Thankfully it would keep the scavengers at bay until she could return, hopefully with his tiny form scorched into ashes. Grumbling she felt the tug of the collar again, and she felt the compulsion that it made for her to follow him. He forced her down the mountainside, the magic collar around her neck ensuring her obedience, even as she plotted his demise, though that plotting soon gave way to distraction as the pressure continued to build in her new form. She found herself pinching and tugging at herself, and oddly enjoying the new sensations far more than she expected. Oh, she wanted him dead, but for the moment, she pondered her current fate, and why it felt so good. Maybe after she roasted his corpse someday soon, she would keep the collar for some fun. It did feel quite good after all, as she released another spray of milk.

yiff-extreme

All Alone Valune murred softly in hir enclosure. Shi was being milked again. Shi enjoyed being milked very much. The feeling of the warm suction cups applied to hir scaled breasts, the gentle sucking as they pulled out hir milk into the long clear tubes. Mmmm, and especially the long tubes they applied to hir twin cocks, eager to siphon off hir seed. It was the only time Valune was allowed to cum from hir maleness, the only time hir hemi-penis was allowed to be aroused. Otherwise they had the rings around hir cocks activated that prevented hir from becoming aroused, at least as a male. They let hir play with hir cunt and cloaca, as well as use hir for sexual gratification. Valune was of a race of creatures created originally as an experiment to test the limits of reproduction. Shi and all hir kin were capable of producing two litters of three or four offspring at a time. The children grew very fast, reaching puberty and sexual maturity in only a few hours, becoming fully grown adults in less then a day. They'd been mixed together from Renakana and Dragons and enhanced with a great deal of magical power. They didn't need to eat or drink, as long as they were mated regularly. They fed off sexual energy. With a concoction of a few common plants their natural reproductive capacity was turned off entirely. So Valune served as a sex toy and milk producer for hir owners. They had been assigned guard duty here, as the building the served as their barracks had an active portal in the basement to their queen's palace. It was a gate between there and this new, unexplored plane. They were to guard it while others explored and mapped the new area. It was a relatively untapped collection of resources. Not that Valune cared, shi just enjoyed being milked and mated. In order to be 'fed' properly, shi had to climax from hir male organs at least once a week, just as long as shi was mated once or twice a day. With a lazy yawn and a purr, Valune massaged hir breasts lovingly. Shi was well fed here, shi was even beginning to get a little bit fat. Shi mewled loudly, a lovely tight feeling in hir balls. With a sharp intake of breath and a soft gasp shi came, shooting jet after jet of stored up seed into the milking machine. It took a minute or two to fully drain hir stored up semen. Valune wondered what it would be like to be able to cover hir belly in hir own warm, white seed. With a sigh shi reluctantly detached hirself from the milking machine, waiting for one of hir owners to come back and turn hir 'cock-block' back on. Shi sat and waited, watching the soldiers in the hall running. Soldiers running? That was strange. Valune supposed that something was attacking and that they needed to deal with it. That didn't matter much to the hybrid, shi wasn't much of a fighter, more of a snuggler. Shi loved to cuddle. Shi supposed shi out to go find someone to turn hir rings back on and maybe feed hir a little bit. Hopefully shi could find one of the Renakana females, they liked to play and cuddle. As shi walked the halls, shi couldn't find a single person that wanted to play with hir, shi couldn't find hardly anybody at all. With a disappointed sigh shi decided to return to hir room, deciding to brush hir fur instead. Valune peered at hirself in the mirror, smiling as shi looked over hir body. Shi look pretty cute, if shi did say so hirself. Shi was big compared to most of the people at the base, though shi was actually considered tiny by female Renakana standards. Though that probably had to do with the fact that shi was more reptile then feline. Shi stood perhaps six foot eight in height, shi didn't know what shi weighed, shi had problems remembering big numbers. But it didn't matter, shi was cute and cuddly, and the people at the base fed hir very well. And why wouldn't they? Shi was a very beautiful mix of dragon, human, and feline, though shi got the last two from Renakana, but shi had the best qualities from them as well. Valune had pretty lavender scales on hir underbelly, soft and smooth. Six perfectly sized breasts, just right for rubbing, or cupping, and just big enough for titty fucking. Valune wondered what it felt like, since shi wasn't allowed to play with anybody as a male. Shi wondered what it would feel like to feel a slick tunnel of soft scaled flesh around hir members. Shi has gorgeous, shiny fur, black with bright blue stripes. It was soft and silky. Valune liked to pet hirself sometimes, shi also liked to clean hir fur, licking at it with hir rough, forked tongue. Shi had a flowing mane of pretty purple hair, a startling bright shade the color of wildflowers. Shi wore it loose, a flowing cascade of long, sparkling purple. Shi had a pretty face that had a short feline muzzle, filled with well cared for white teeth and studded with long white whiskers. A pair of long, graceful horn spiraled back from hir temples, though they'd be prettier if hir owners didn't file their points down to bluntness. Shi extended hir majestic white membranous wings, purring softly at the sight of hir massive wingspan. Hir draconic tail twitched happily. Swinging it around, shi nuzzled the large fluffy tuft that adorned the last few inches of its length and beyond. Shi ran a hand through hir hair with long violet claws. Hir reflection looked so beautiful, Valune just wanted to reach out and grab hir image. To kiss it, pet it, love it. Shi loved hir owners dearly, enjoyed the attention they gave hir, but what shi really wanted was one of hir own species. A mate. The hybrid walked over to hir bed, curling up atop the covers for a nap, covering hir muzzle with the soft tuft of hir tail. Valune fell quickly into a deep, restful sleep, waiting for someone to come to play with hir. Several hours later shi awoke, yawning and peering curiously around hir room. Shi felt well rested, strangely no one had come to play with hir. Curious, shi walked out into the hall, hoping to find someone to feed hir after a good long nap. Shi always woke up hungry after a nap. Valune was confused, shi couldn't find anybody in any of the places they'd usually cluster. Nobody in the barracks, nobody in the mess hall, not even anybody on the guard towers. Shi couldn't find a trace of a single person around anywhere. Shi took a seat on the crenelated fortress wall, peering out sadly across the landscape, looking for one of hir owners. Shi sat there for a long, long time, waiting for someone to come home. No one came. Valune began to cry, shi couldn't be alone here, could shi? Did they all die? Eaten by some awful monster? Shi couldn't see any bodies out in the field in front of hir. Maybe they all ran away and left hir behind. But why did they do that? They loved playing with hir, mating with hir, snuggling with hir. They loved it when shi licked them, when shi sucked them, when shi made them feel so good with hir paws. Why would they leave their favorite pet behind? Valune wasn't supposed to go near the portal place, but it was the only place shi could go to make sure. Shi had to know, shi had to make sure. If it was still there, someone was still around and they could punish hir for breaking the rules. But if there was no portal, then Valune had been punished already, left alone forever and ever in this place. Hir tears continued to flow as shi ran through the base, leaped down stairs a flight at a time, barreling blindly ahead through the darkness until shi reached the door to the portal room. The heavy dark metal doors where hard to open, but after a minute or so of pulling, Valune managed to open one of them wide enough to allow hir to squeeze inside. A sob escaped hir throat. The soft green-blue glow of the portal was gone. Shi felt along the wall for a torch, and finding one held it in front of hir mouth, expelling the small stream of fire that was hir draconic breath weapon. Shi mewled sadly at what shi saw. The stone arch that had played host to the portal was in ruins, fallen apart and shattered on the platform. A choked sob escaped hir throat as shi fell to hir knees. They had left hir behind. They had forgotten about hir, abandoned hir here. Tears ran down hir muzzle and began to puddle on the floor beneath hir. Why? Why had they gone away without telling hir? What had shi done wrong to be left out? Why didn't they want hir to come back with them? Hadn't shi been a good pet, a loving pet? They didn't want hir anymore. Crawling over to the arch, Valune tried to put the stones back together, shi just couldn't be stuck here to starve to death! But the stones refused to stay together like they had when the portal was active. The poor dragon-cat curled up in the wreckage of hir only way home and pondered hir fate. Shi could keep hirself alive by masturbation, but that wouldn't make much sexual energy. Shi had perhaps a year to live if shi brought hirself to climax five or six times a day, maybe a little longer since shi had been well fed. Valune tried to remember anything shi might have done to deserve this, some horrible thing that shi would be deserving of this slow death by starvation. Shi couldn't find a single thing that even came close. So hir owners had just not wanted hir anymore. Had shi gotten too old? Too big? Too fat? Why didn't they want hir anymore? It wasn't fair! Shi had been a good girl, shi had done everything everyone had asked of hir. Shi lay there, sobbing for a long time, how long shi didn't know. Shi picked hirself up, still sobbing, and began to walk out of the portal room. They didn't want hir, and so shi shouldn't stay here, just in case they came back. They'd have a new pet, one that wouldn't disappoint them like Valune had. Shi would would go find a new place to live for awhile, until something ate hir, or until shi faded away from a lack of feeding. Maybe shi could find a new owner, or at least a playmate. If shi had to, shi'd mate with an animal. Maybe shi could find a leopard or a puma here to play with? Renakana occasionally mated with lesser creatures, though most other races found it absolutely disgusting. Valune didn't care how 'people' felt, if shi had to birth kittens for a beast to survive, shi would. As shi walked out of the gates and out into the large flat field that the fortress stood on, two words kept circling over and over in hir mind. Birthing Kittens. Birthing Kittens. Birthing kittens. Kittens, wouldn't shi just love to have kittens? Hir tummy swelling to roundness, tiny little mouths suckling at hir breasts, little furballs mewing softly, crawling over their mother. Tiny kittens purring softly as shi cleaned them with hir tongue. Kittens that would grow up, grow bigger, grow stronger, grow into adults. Adults that would love their mother, cuddle and snuggle with hir, never leave hir all alone to starve to death far away from hir real home. They would never leave hir in a place shi didn't know. They would never run off and leaving hir sobbing, wondering how shi was going to be fed. They would feed hir, and shi would feed them. Valune thought back to the last time shi had taken the potion that would prevent hir from having kittens, yesterday morning, wasn't it? Maybe a little longer. Shi had to take it every day, so shi ought to be able to become pregnant now. All shi needed to do was to find a male. Yes, a male to fill hir full of sweet little kittens. Shi had the means to feed, and the rid hirself of the crushing loneliness in hir heart, all shi had to do was find one male creature big enough to mate with. Smiling, Valune spread hir wings and took to the cloudy skies, searching both for a mate and for a new place to live. Shi found the latter quickly, a canyon opened wide below where in ages past a river flowed. The water had long since dried up, and the canyon floor was filled with soft sand that felt nice on hir paws as shi landed to look around. The river apparently had branched, one branch going underground. There was a cave leading downward, the opening more then big enough for Valune to fit inside. A loud rumble filled the air, and a sudden spot of dampness appeared on the dragon-cat's muzzle. It had begun to rain, the cold, wet precipitation driving Valune into the cave. "Hello?!" shi called out, hoping that the cave wasn't occupied by anything mean. After a few yards, the cave widened, into what was once an underground lake. The cave was empty, Valune couldn't even hear the chirpings and squeaks of bats in the ceiling above. Shi had all the time shi needed here, unlike the dark portal room. Shi could wait for hir eyes to adjust to the darkness. Laying on hir back on the soft sand of the cave floor, shi began to purr softly, imagining what it would be like to be loved by one of hir kittens. They would kiss, exploring each other's mouths. Then slowly they would begin to lick the other's fur, laying down and slowly changing position until they were both muzzle to crotch. Mmmm, that would be lovely. Valune's paw found it's way to hir crotch, where shi slid fingers into both cunt and cloaca. Hir daughter would begin to lap at hir sex, while Valune would take hir cub's maleness into hir mouth, teasing it with hir long, rough forked tongue. They would begin to purr softly, mother and daughter, loving and feeding and mating with one another. A sudden unfamiliar feeling snapped Valune out of hir fantasy, a warm, hard ache of need. It was like when shi had lovers stimulate only hir pussy for a week, like the burning desire that filled hir cloaca when it demanded to be caressed. But it was too far forward, so what could it...? The hybrid laughed, shi had hir manhood held captive so long, that shi had begun to think of hirself primarily as a female. No one had turned the rings around the bases of hir twin cocks back on, and so as hir arousal rose, so did hir slick black lengths. Valune grinned widely, shi didn't need a male! Shi WAS a male! "I've wanted this for so long..." shi purred, pulling hir paw out of hir female sexes, beginning to stroke a shaft with each paw. Shi had dreamed, not long ago, of what it would feel like to spill hir seed onto hir smoothly scaled belly. Feel the warm goo squirting onto hir, laying back as it began to cool, dipping a finger in it and bringing it to hir mouth to partake in the sweet salty taste of hir cum. It was almost enough to make hir weep tears of joy, shi was finally able to play with hir cocks whenever shi wanted, not just milked and drained once a week. Purring, shi slid the inactive restraints off hirself, throwing them off into the dark. That felt so much better. Shi continued to purr, humping gently against hir paws as shi jerked off. The sensation of soft leather pads against hir cockflesh, rather then the unloving caress of a machine was almost too much for hir. The black flesh felt nice in hir paws, and flexible too. Valune couldn't remember ever getting to play with hir male sex like this before. Mostly hir cocks rested inside hir sheath, except for hir once a week milking. They felt hard and rigid, but still able to bend. Shi wondered something for a brief moment, before twisting a cock, filling hir cloaca with it. The feeling drew a gasp from the dragon-cat. "So this is what it feels like to mate a female." shi whispered softly, stroking one cock as shi mates hirself with the other. Shi only wished that shi could mate hirself with both cocks. Shi curled hir tail up between hir legs, shi hugged it tightly with one arm, making hir cock sink as deep into hir cloaca as it would go. Shi began to stroke hir second cock. It felt so good, better then anything shi had ever felt by hirself, or even coupling with one of hir owners. It felt so right, like this was something shi had been meant to do. Shi was rapidly reduced to a state of pure animal lust by the mind-blowing power of the shivers of pleasure that raced through hir body. Hir tongue lolled from hir mouth as shi began to pant, arching hir back and thrusting into the air. Valune leaned hir head down and stretched hir neck as far as it would go, suckling on one of hir breasts, delighting in the sweet honey-like taste. Shi began to stroke hirself harder, faster. Yes... so good... so wonderful... so perfect. Shi howled as shi came, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. Valune felt the familiar feeling of hir cloaca filling with seed, the sensation of both femsexes gushing forth their stores of femcum, and felt the delightful warmth of hir seed spilling onto hir belly. For a moment shi just lay their, panting. Shi gathered the seed on hir tummy into a paw, and began to finger hir cunt, working hir seed up inside hirself, pulling it into hir womb with rippling muscles. Valune began to purr as shi felt a soft tingling inside of hir. Shi watched in rapt fascination as hir tummy began to swell with pregnancy. Shi purred and rubbed hir belly, feeling it expand under hir paws. "Hello, kittens." shi whispered to hir tummy. "I can't wait to see all of you." Within a few minutes hir belly was so big Valune couldn't see hir toes. It was so big and round. Valune just lay back, purring, as hir belly continued to grow ever so slowly, nowhere near as fast as before. Shi put hir paws underneath hir swollen gut, cradling the heavy weight of hir twin wombs. Humming softly shi settled into a euphoric state, content to lean against the cave wall and snuggle hir still expanding tummy. Shi slowly began to drift downward into a deep sleep. Shi dreamed of warm fur, soft pawpads caressing hir, tiny mouths suckling at hir gently. The feeling of a warm wetness coating hir tail awakens hir from hir trance. Hir eyes widened in surprise at the sight of hir tummy, it was big enough to hold Valune hirself. Shi purred happily as a pleasant tingling appears in hir cloaca. Arching hir back shi moans, feeling an egg pressing up against hir cervix. Hir body seized it, pulling it down with strong, well practiced muscles. With only a small effort, hir first egg slipped out, rolling off hir tail onto the soft sand of the cave floor. A second followed, just as large as the first. They were both the size of a big watermelon. Shi expelled a third with a minimum of effort, it was tiny, perhaps half the size of the other two. It didn't matter how big they were, shi loved them all the same. Valune was almost disappointed that hir belly had shrunk with the birth of hir eggs. Shi still had a few cubs inside hir to be born. It would take a few hours for hir cubs to develop, both those in hir eggs and those in hir belly. Purring shi began to lick hir eggs clean. "Beautiful babies, such wonderful babies. Are you going to grow up to be big and strong, hmm? Are you going to help care for your mommy?" Valune coos. The dragon-cat went to caress hir belly, rub hir paws over the wonderful roundness, when shi noticed that hir breasts looked swollen. Shi ran a violet clawtip over one gently, gasping at how sensitive they were. Hir nipples looked deliciously puffy, as if barely unable to hold back the milk within. With a soft squeeze a steady flow of milk leaked from Valune's teat. The soft touches and the sight of hir massively pregnant tummy were enough to send Valune into another fit of lust. Shi found hir inflated incredibly sexy. Shi felt hir pricks begin to grow erect again. Shi purred happily, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of hir manhood becoming aroused. Shi wrapped a paw around both shafts, stroking them lovingly. Shi wanted to feel hir hot seed on hir pregnant belly, all of it this time. Or maybe... yes... Valune rolled onto hir tummy, hir hyper-sensitive nipples rubbing against the soft sand of the cave floor, the gentle rubbing sending a thrill through the dragon-cat's body. Valune twisted hir tail, filling hir cloaca with half of it's length. Hir femsex longed to be filled as well, moaning softly shi picked up the small egg and began to work it in and out of hir dripping pussy. "I hope you don't mind, little one, but your mommy needs something hard inside hir." shi purred, using hir egg as a dildo. The smooth shell of the egg pushed into hir with very little resistance as hir precum coated it, lubing it up for easy penetration. Shi moaned loudly as the egg suddenly seemed to get warm, very warm. It began to wiggle deliciously inside it's mother. It was incredible, the feeling of each and every sensual part of hir body being stimulated simultaneously. Shi could only imagine what it would feel like, being like this with a cock buried in each of her female sexes, and hir own maleness buried into the cunt or cloaca of one of hir daughters. Maybe laying on hir back, fully grown kits licking and sucking on hir nipples. The dragon-cat howled once again as shi came, but the elation that shi felt vanished when shi heard a loud CRACK! from hir nether regions. Horrified shi rolled onto hir back, hir paws darting to hir crotch, dreading the feeling of gooey yolk and shattered shell. Shi pulled the cracked egg out of hir, but didn't find the oozing amount of yellow shi expected. Instead shi saw a tiny black, purple, and violet kit peering up at hir from inside the eggshell. Quickly pulling the shell apart Valune cradled hir first born. Shi was so tiny, and so beautiful. The tiny dragonkit purred softly, looking up at hir mother with gorgeous blue eyes, just like hir mother's own. Valune licked the remainder of the egg fluids from hir daughter, and nuzzled the little kit's tummy with hir muzzle. "I don't know what to call you little one, I've never been very good with names. Hmmm..." Valune thought for awhile. "Erona?" shi tried the name out on her tongue, a feminization of the Renakana word for one. The kit mewled happily. "Erona it is then, little kitten." Valune cooed, bringing hir daughter's mouth to a nipple, where the kit began to drink eagerly. Moaning softly, Valune's other paw crept to the opposite breast, teasing hirself as hir beautiful firstborn nursed. Shi watched hir child's tummy begin to swell with all the nourishment inside. Erona drifted off to sleep with hir belly about the same proportion in regards to hir tiny body as hir mother's own pregnant tummy. Shi snored softly as shi slept. Valune just sat cradling hir first kitten for a little while, feeling happy and proud. Erona was so small and cute, a miniature version of hir mother. Hir claws where tiny and blunt, and hir horns were just little nubs, but the rest was there, including a tiny sheath. A soft scaled lavender belly, soft black fur and blue stripes. Valune hoped that Erona would grow to be just as sexy as hirself. The soft tingly feeling returned to hir crotch, followed by a gush of fluid onto hir tail. Setting Erona down in the sand nearby, Valune prepared to push hir kittens out of hir womb. With a tiny push the first kit slipped out of hir birth canal as if going down a slide. Valune cut the umbilical cord with a claw, licking the kit clean of hir fluids. Recalling the Renakana word for two, she again converted it into a name. "Deti." the dragon-cat said to the larger kit, identical to Erona in looks, but a bit bigger. Shi pulled hir kit to a breast, where shi began to feed as hir sister was born. "Kezi." Valune names the second kit expelled from hir womb, repeating the process shi'd done for Kezi. "Lashi." shi purred at the third. The hybrid felt disappointed at the sight of hir rapidly deflating belly. Shi wanted to be big and pregnant again as soon as shi could. "Jegna." shi named the fourth, and hir last. Hir tummy was still a little bit swollen, but not as much as Valune would like. Shi purred happily, four little kits drinking their mama's milk. A pair of soft mews drew Valune's attention, hir last two kits struggling out of their eggs. Shi picked them up and put them into place on hir two remaining breasts, at which the kittens sucked hungrily. Valune just lay on hir back, wrapping hir wings around hir kits and purred happily. The sight of hir first litter wriggling and suckling and snuggling was beautiful, and so erotic. Valune felt hirself becoming incredibly turned on by hir cubs tiny mouths and tongues. "Diru and Disa." shi named them. A pleading "Myeah?" came from next to hir. Erona looked up at hir mother, crawling towards Valune. The kit had grown a bit, almost the same size as hir littermates, but still small. Shi licked hir lips hungrily. "I'm sorry, kitten, but I don't have any place for you to... mmmmmm!" Valune moaned softly as hir daughter pounced onto hir, Erona taking the head of one of hir mother's cocks into hir mouth. Erona held on with tiny paws, pulling hir mother's maleness against hirself. "Oh... oh kitten!" Valune mewled, the rough kitten tongue on hir shaft driving hir wild. Shi gasped as Erona twisted hir tail around, the tiny tail slipping in it's entirety into hir mother's cloaca. Shi began to pant as hir daughter slipped hir tiny maleness inside hir mother's waiting snatch. Feeling the suckling motions ceasing from hir six kittens, Valune gently sat them onto the ground next to hir, where they curled up into a sleepy pile. Shi stroked Erona's hair gently, rubbing behind hir ears, drawing a happy purr from hir daughter. "Oh Erona, you make your mommy feel so nice." The kitten grew very quickly, already larger then all of hir sisters. Perhaps two feet tall. Valune realized that Erona was being fed as shi was, through mating. Mother and daughter purred loudly, enjoying their coupling. Erona gently mated hir mother, bring both more pleasure as shi grew. Shi began to stroke Valune's second cock with a paw, eyes closed, nursing from hir mother's manhood. "Fuck me, Erona! Fuck me harder, make me cum kitten! Make your mommy cum!" Valune purred, hir paws rubbing over hir daughter's head and back, the kitten's tiny wings flapped gently as shi thrust in and out of the bigger hybrid. Valune heard hir daughter squeak softly, pressing hir crotch up against hir mother as hard as shi could, putting hir tiny maleness as deep as shi could go, hir body tensing as shi cums. Tiny needle-like teeth tickled Valune's cock as hir daughter bit down a little bit, drawing a loud moan from the adult dragon-cat. Erona wriggled and bucked, trying to draw hir mother into reward hir with hir creamy seed. The tail writhing in hir cloaca had hir nearly to orgasm, Erona took hir mother's cock as deep into hir throat as it would go was enough to set Valune off. Valune howled as hir climax stuck, shooting hir seed down hir child's throat, covering hir head and back with the jets of cum from hir second member. Erona swallowed greedily, feeding off their climaxes. The kitten began to grow rapidly, nearly doubling in size. The kitten pulled out of hir mother, crawling up Valune's chest to stare into hir mother's eyes, kissing hir deeply. The big dragon-cat returned the kiss, wrapping hir wings around hir daughter and pulling hir close. The two lay in an embrace for a moment, before Erona pulled away. Shi dropped to all fours, holding hir tail in the air. "Mate me, mommy. Make me your female." Erona purred. Valune wrapped hir arms around hir daughter, cupping hir budding breasts, nibbling gently on the nape of hir daughter's neck. "I will, kitten, I will." Valune purred, using a paw to stroke hir dual shafts. "I want you, mommy, I need you inside me." Erona pleaded, rubbing hir bottom against hir mother's half-erect cocks. "Ssssh ssssh sssh, kitten." Valune cooed, slipping a shaft into hir daughter's cunt and another into hir cloaca, drawing a soft moan from Erona. "Oh, mommy, fill me up! I need your seed!" Erona begged. "I promise, Erona." purred Valune, cupping Erona's breast with one paw, and wrapping the other around hir daughter's own cocks. "Yes, mama, yes!" moaned Erona, caught in the pleasures of hir first female mating. Valune mewled loudly, Erona was so tight! The sensations were new to both mother and daughter, Valune never having mated an actual female with hir cocks save for hirself. "Oh Erona, you feel so good on my members." Valune purred to hir child. "Your cocks make me feel good too, mommy." Erona purrs back. The two hold their bodies close, daughter wrapped hir tail around hir mother's leg, mother wrapping hir wings around hir daughter. Both begin to pant, to moan, the powerful pleasurable sensation overwhelming them. "C'mon, mommy! Cum for me, fill me up!" Erona howls. Valune could only pant and moan, hir daughter milking hir dicks so nicely. Erona threw hir head back, twsiting hir long neck. Mother and daughter entwine tongues, kissing as best they could. Valune could see the lust in hir daughter's eyes, can see the need to have hir seed. "Gonna cum kitten, gonna... GONNA..." Valune gasped. Mother and daughter roared with orgasm, Valune filling Erona's cunt and cloaca with hot, sticky dragonseed. Quaking with the power of their climaxes, the two fell to the ground, rolling onto their sides, cuddling. Valune could feel Erona's body growing, maturing into hir full adult state. Erona made an excited squeak, watching hir belly swell along with hir body. "Mommy, I'm gonna have kittens too!" shi purred excitedly. "Thank you, mommy." Erona says, hugging hir mother with one arm, slowly stroking hir expanding tummy with the other. "Oooh!" Valune purrs, feeling hir own belly beginning to expand. Valune sits up, watching hir daughter, now hir own size, the kitten's breasts growing bigger, filling with milk. Erona looks up happily at hir mother, "I'm full of your kittens, and you're filled with mine. This feels so wonderful, mommy." Erona purrs. "I know my kitten, I love it too, having a big round belly full of life." said Valune with a smile. "You look so sexy full of kits, Erona." "You too, mama." Erona replied, pulling hirself up to sit next to hir mother and lean on hir shoulder. Valune is astonished to find hir kitten is bigger then shi is, by at least six inches of height. The two snuggled together, their bellies expanding with kittens. A sleepy yawn attracted the attention of both. One of Eroan's littermates has woken up. The remaining six kittens had digested their meal of milk and were now half grown. They were almost impossible to tell apart to anyone else, but minor differences in muzzle shape, horn position, and stripe placement make it easy for Valune and Erona to tell the kits apart. Kezi nuzzled the two egg born kits, Diru and Disa, awakening them. Diru climbed on top of hir sister, the two sharing a kiss. Stroking hirself to arousal, Kezi entered both hir sisters. Lashi and Deti awoke, laying opposite ways. With curious tongues and paws they began to explore each other. Jegna mewed softly, getting to her feet, looking for a partner. Finding everyone occupied the kitten's eyes began to tear up. Shi mewled sadly, looking at hir sisters all occupied. Her gaze turned to hir mother and older sister, and shi scampered toward them. "It's ok, Jegna, you can play with me, sister." Erona purred. Jegna mewed happily, slowly lowering hirself onto hir elder sister's shafts. Valune found hirself growing aroused once more at the sight of her kittens playing with each other, they all looked so happy. The two egg-born sisters were primarily occupied with snuggling and kissing one another, cuddling happily while Kezi mated their cunts. With so many sex organs Lashi and Deti were having quiet a time exploring each other with their forked tongues. And hir oldest and youngest, fully grown Erona, and little Jegna. The kitten pressed up against hir big sister's tummy, tongue lolling out, a look of bliss on hir face. Valune smiled down at hir kitten. "Here daughter, let my use that mouth of yours." Valune says with a smile, placing hir paws on Erona's shoulders, allowing Jegna to take hir cocks into hir mouth. The cavern filled with the purring of eight hybrid creatures, mating and snuggling and feeding off the energy produced by their acts. Within an hour eight fully grown and pregnant hybrids, nearly identical in appearance, lay snuggling together, all deliciously pregnant, curled around a clutch of eggs, awaiting their hatching. Erona gasped softly, hir paws darting to hir belly. "Just push, kitten, push gently, it's easy." Valune purrs to hir firstborn. With a soft mewl, Erona expelled hir first kit. Shi peered down at hir daughter with awe and wonderment. "Oh, mama, shi's so beautiful. Thank you!" Erona whispered, stroking hir mother's muzzle with a paw. Valune picked up her grand-kitten, cleaning hir up and handing hir to Erona to nurse. "I think that once our kittens are fully grown up that we ought to go out and explore this place, it's our home and we should know as much as we can about it." said Valune, to the nods of all hir kits. The elder hybrid looked over hir brood, smiling. Shi felt complete. Shi had a home. Shi had a family. In hir eldest daughter shi had a mate, and hir mate's kits in hir belly. Shi had a whole world to explore, a world that belonged entirely to hir and hir offspring. A happy mew escaped hir throat as shi felt the now familiar tingle of birth. Looking around shi saw hir kittens entering the stages of childbirth as well. As shi looked over them, Valune knew that shi would never go back to being someone's pet. Shi had more then shi needed here, hir kits would never abandon hir, they would never hurt hir, they loved hir and shi loved them. "I love you, my kittens." shi purred. "We love you too, mama." they all answered, each and every one of them bathing in the love and affection of hir sisters and suckling kittens.

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Title: Double Surprise Tags: inside trisha, hit ton, lot sooner, rubbing firmly, left give, minutes whispered, minutes spent, entwined hair, extended clit, body laying Pure romance mixed with humor and hot sex, in two acts, makes for real happiness..... I was a highschool senior, wrestling and football jock, and downright happy guy. My grades were good to excellent, and I already had a number of really nice athletic scholarship offers from several major colleges, and all before the Christmas break had even arrived. About the only thing that bummed me out was that I had recently broken up with my girlfriend of more than two years. No big loss in the company department because she was the controlling type. But I was horny as any guy could be since I hadn't been laid in nearly two weeks, almost an eternity when measured in high school days and high hormones. Oh, and just for the record, my name is Brad Clifford. Anyway, the two week Christmas break finally arrived, and I was looking forward to several parties that my friends had scheduled. I was not a happy camper when my mom informed me that her best friend's daughters were throwing a Christmas party, and I was expected to attend. It seems my mom had been doing some serious bragging about "her" son and "his" achievements, and those young ladies, who only lived a short distance away (but in a rival school district), wanted very much to meet "superman." Well, mom's tend to win any and all arguments with teenage sons, and especially if those disagreements occur anywhere around Christmas. I went to that stupid party under protest, and that's where I met Julie Robbins. She was a senior, like me. She was also the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She had honey blonde hair that smelled sweetly of orange blossoms, crystal-clear blue eyes, a smile that would make a queer go straight, and a body to die for. No fooling! She was 5'7" tall, weighed 118, had a perfect 34-22-34 body, completely complimented by a pair of beautifully matched, long, slender legs. They went all the way to her equally perfect ass, if you know what I mean. Well, we hit it off right from the start. We talked a lot, and we danced together a lot, with both of us enjoying the slow tunes a lot more than the fast ones. Mysteriously, the DJ began playing a lot more slow songs. (Hey, it was her party, so she got to call the tunes.) And, I had a raging, steel-hard boner (that she seemed to really enjoy rubbing firmly against) from just an instant before I wrapped my arms around her to rub her back and cup her buns for the first time that evening. Julie's only complaint during the entire evening was that her sister, Trisha, wasn't there. She was tied up attending to a sick cousin in Buffalo (four hours to the west), and obviously couldn't make it to the party that night. I asked her several times about her sister, who also happened to be her best friend and closest confidant, but all she would say was that she and 'Trish' were a lot alike in so many ways. I figured her apparent vagueness about Trish was simply because she just wanted to wait for me to actually meet her sibling, and I didn't have a problem with that. The only problem that popped up during the party was three half-drunk classmates of hers who showed up around ten o'clock. They were football jocks, and quickly recognized me as "that fucking linebacker who kept squashing their running backs and intercepting their passes." I was actually expecting it when one of them tried to sucker-punch me a few minutes later. I ducked, dropped him in his tracks with a well-placed front kick, then dropped his two buddies with similar flashy moves, and all before they could cause any damage to me, Julie, any of the other kids, or the party room. Once they had been dragged outside, the party went on without any further interruptions. (Julie whispered later that she was duly impressed with my little manly display.) I had already decided that I had to make this girl mine, no matter what. I think she felt the same way about me, because when I asked her out on a date she instantly accepted and asked 'when' with the most beautiful, excited little giggle in her voice. I suggested the next evening, and she gave me her answer with the sweetest, hottest, most delicious french kiss I had ever received from any girl. Her body was form-fitted to mine for the entire eight or ten minutes that the kiss lasted. I was in absolute heaven. Well, to say that both her's and my parents were excited would be an understatement. I guess the two moms had secretly hoped Julie and I would hit it off. And the next morning I was informed by my mom that Julie and I were expected to make an appearance at our house for photos shortly after I picked her up and before we headed off to dinner at a nearby swanky restaurant. I spent the morning on the phone arranging for a nice bouquet of flowers and an equally nice orchid corsage, and then went to pick both of them up later in the afternoon. \* \* \* I picked Julie up right on time, and she, as well as both of her parents, were impressed with the beautiful roses and orchid. Then, after some photos had been taken by her dad, we headed back to my house for more photos. We still managed to make it to the up-scale Chinese restaurant on time, and dinner was both delicious and perfect. The conversation, likewise, was both delicious and perfect as we learned a great deal more about each other. After dinner I suggested a movie, but Julie asked if we could just find an out-of-the-way spot and "talk." Well, now. Let's see..... In less than a New York minute we were headed to a beautiful (and very secluded) lake that also happened to be my favorite fishing hole. Twelve minutes after leaving the restaurant I shut off the headlights, but left the motor running. We were parked on a high bluff overlooking the entire lake, and it looked absolutely spectacular in the light of the almost full moon high above in an otherwise crystal clear, black sky. We started off with some serious kissing. By midnight we were both completely naked, and she was ooohing and aaahing over my rather large, thick cock as she gave me a most wonderful hand-job. Since it was her third hand-job and my third cum of the evening the amount of juice I was able to squirt out was somewhat less than when I was fresher. And she had also found rather extensive pleasure as a result of my touches with fingers and tongue. In fact, at one point while I was eating out her sweet little snatch she began a rolling orgasm that almost resulted in overload. It was a full five minutes before she was able to fully regain her breath. And, as a side-note, during my oral and digital ministrations I discovered she was a virgin with a rather extensive hymen. After we had dressed and before we left that very special spot I explained why I had not attempted to make love to her then and there. It was because 1.) I felt what we had found together in each other was really special, and I didn't want to screw it up (no pun intended), 2.) I though she was the most special girl I had ever met, and while neither of us could possibly know where our relationship would end up at our young ages, I truly hoped it would last a very long time, and I was not against using the 'forever' word with her, and 3.) I was willing to wait indefinitely because I wanted our first time, whenever it might happen, to be very special, which meant in a comfortable bed, and without either of us being rushed for any reason. Boy! I sure wasn't prepared for her reaction to that heart-felt spiel. She cried! I mean she actually began to sob as she grabbed me around my neck and held me tighter than I had ever been held and hugged before. I was totally flustered. I was trying to be the perfect gentleman here, and she was not cooperating with the program. I mean, if not fucking her here and now made her act like that, who was I to cause such grief in such a beautiful, young, tender girl. And I was just about to reach up and once again unzip her dress when she managed to whisper in my ear that I was the most perfect guy she had ever met or ever hoped to meet. To quote her as best I can remember, I was the sweetest, nicest, most caring, sexiest, strongest, handsomest, coolest guy that ever lived or breathed. And she felt exactly the same way about our first time, too. She knew right then that I would be her first guy and take her virginity, and she wanted it to be very special, too. Then she started plastering my face with kiss after kiss. My hands froze less than a half inch from her zipper, and I just put them flat on her back and enjoyed her acknowledgment of my perfection. \* \* \* Our opportunity to be alone came a lot sooner than I expected. It seems the sick cousin in Buffalo expired rather unexpectedly, and Julie's entire family went up for the funeral. Then Julie and her sister returned to their home while her parents remained behind to console and assist with the adjustments such a tragedy often incurs. Julie called me as soon as the pair got home, and informed me that, for the next four to six days, her and Trisha would be home alone. She also expressed her deepest expectations that I would be able to respond to her location and ravish her for at least most of that time. Well, I had my own little bit of good luck. My parents had, earlier that fall, won a Carribean cruise at the Methodist Church raffle. I had returned from taking them to the airport just five minutes before her call. In fact I still had the car keys in my hand when I answered the telephone to hear Julie's excited voice. And those keys did not make it into my pocket until after I had locked the car's door in Julie's driveway. It was coming up dinnertime, and I had boosted a bottle of champagne from my parent's supply before leaving the house. I sincerely hoped this would be a day (and night) to remember. \* \* \* I got my first surprise of the evening when Julie answered the door. I stepped inside, closed the door and locked it, and then took her in my arms and kissed her as passionately as I could. After some slight hesitation that I sensed more than noticed on her part she returned my kiss with an equal measure of passion. My hands were not idle during this activity, either. I slid them up her sides, then brought them back down with my thumbs rubbing firmly over each of her nipples. I felt her shiver when I did that, and I heard her moan so nicely as I cupped her butt cheeks and squeezed each rather forcefully. I was so happy to be back in her arms, and I wanted her to know it, too. So that kiss lingered for several long, wonderful moments. When our lips finally parted, I hugged her so tightly, whispered her name several times, and told her how much I had missed her. She whispered back that she wasn't Julie! I stepped back like I had just received an electrical shock. At the same instant I heard loud, peeling laughter coming from the staircase. I looked over to see Julie standing there, bent over at the waist and laughing her pretty little ass off. I looked back at the girl standing just two feet away with a look of total shock on my face. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. 'Trisha,' I enquired? And she joined her sister in beautiful, trilling laughter as she began to rapidly nod her head. Identical twins! And I do mean identical! As they stood side by side I was totally unable to find a single facial feature that I might use to tell them apart. There were none. And none on the arms, hands, or that portion of the legs that I could see. They were as identical as it is possible for two lovely, angelic young ladies to be. \* \* \* Dinner was wonderful, and the bubbly hit the spot after the wonderful chicken dish the two girls had whipped up. We sat around talking for a couple of hours, most of it spent with Julie sitting on my lap and wiggling just enough to let me know what would come to pass in due time. Finally, with a little sexual tension in the air, I went off to use the bathroom. When I returned Trisha had already headed for bed. Julie and I kissed passionately for a few minutes before she whispered that it was time for us to go to bed, too. A shiver of excitement ran up and down my spine. Such was my excitement that I immediately stood up and headed for the stairs, my lovely lady cradled in my arms and giggling almost uncontrollably as she begged me to put her down. Once we were in her bedroom, she excused herself and went into the bathroom. She instructed me to light some candles and be in bed, totally naked, when she returned. Well, what's a guy to do...... She returned a few minutes later to find the room illuminated by eight candles, and me under the covers of her queen-sized bed, waiting. She was wearing the sexiest, totally transparent, yellow baby-doll nightgown ever designed by man. The fluffy hem perfectly covered the junction point of her long, shapely legs, denying me a glimpse of that treasure. To say that I was ready would be a gross understatement. I had never been more ready for love in my entire life. Then she pattered over and slid into bed next to me, and I wrapped my arms around my angel. Our lips met and locked together immediately, even before we had finished adjusting our bodies so there was absolutely no air remaining trapped in between. And out tongues renewed their acquaintanceship almost immediately, too. Passion began flowing freely in two directions, originating in both her heart and mine. I had never felt so overwhelmed by another's presence as I realized I was with her at that beautiful and very unique moment in time. We continued to kiss for quite a while, both of us content to just share our present closeness, before my right hand began roaming over her body. I slid it up her side and then around to her back, letting it slide slowly back down her spine and eliciting a soft sigh from deep within her that I felt more than heard. My hand continued downward to gently cup, then grip her wonderfully smooth and oh so bare butt cheek. Another soft sigh was my reward when I gently squeezed it. Finally I left off attending to her butt to slide my hand back to her waist. Then, gently gripping her there, I pulled her and rolled my own body so that she was laying on top of me. And her kissing became almost wild with both intensity and movements of her head for different angles as she took full advantage of the freedom this new position offered her. Her hands went to the sides of my face, her fingers rubbing and feeling from my cheeks, over my ears to the back of my head, and then running through my hair. I, on the other hand, now had full freedom for both my hands. I slid them down to cup both of her butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading those luscious mounds. That she enjoyed my attention to that part of her anatomy was evidenced by an increase in her activity both at lip level and with her fingers moving all over my head. Since I was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to my head, I just naturally continued doing what I was doing to her butt, with an occasional finger swipe along her crease, of course. That drove her totally wild. Finally we were both ready to move to a little higher level. I gripped the hem of her gauzy nightgown and began working it up her body. She, for her part, lifted various parts of her body at the appropriate time to assist me in my efforts. And the garment was soon over her head, off her arms, and somewhere on the floor. I again gripped her side gently with my right hand and arm, an rolled her and myself over until I was laying on top of her. Then, with a parting kiss, I began working my way down her body. Of course I paused for a substantial period to pay oral homage to every square inch of both of her perky, cone-shaped breasts. I was especially respectful of her nipples, adding more than a few gentle nibbles and a couple of firm bites to both of those sensitive nuggets. Then I moved down further, kissing her naval. When I speared my tongue into that fissure, her squeal of pleasured surprise was enough to wake the dead. After several minutes spent in that general vicinity, I moved my kisses a little lower until I was over and in her sparse pubic bush. I licked around the edges of that womanly forest until I had made a full circle. Making that oral trip was a real chore, mainly because her hips were now bucking upwards so wildly. Finally, I was there. My nose was less than an inch from her most prized treasure. Her sweet, womanly aroma was indeed therapy for my over-abundance of hormones. But I wasn't expecting her to do what she did when I moved forward rather rapidly to jam my tongue onto her clit and then into her vaginal opening. She screamed! I mean, she let out the loudest scream of surprised pleasure that she was capable of, without a doubt rattling every window in the house and many in the surrounding neighborhood. And she came, too. Her first orgasm of the night, and it was an intense mind blower of an orgasm if her bouncing hips, thrashing arms and head lashing from side to side were any kind of accurate indicator. I was unaware at first that we were both now bathed in the bright light of the overhead lamp. But when the new brightness did gain my attention, I raised my head from Julie's womanhood to glance over to my left where Trisha was standing in the open bathroom door. She was looking intently at the two of us. Without comment I went back to work on the beautiful pussy in front of me, immediately causing a series of moans to escape from deep within my love's breast. I opened my eyes to glance up at Julie's head, hoping to see some kind of physical reaction to my oral efforts. I was not disappointed. Her head was still rapidly flopping from side to side on the pillow, and her squirming hips and legs were becoming harder and harder to control. I also noticed that the overhead light had been turned off, but a quick glance to the left revealed that Trisha was still standing there in the open doorway. Just then I managed to capture Julie's greatly extended clit with my lips. I released it only to begin rapidly vibrating my lips on it. She reacted with another scream and what appeared to be the complete levitating of her body by several inches off the bed. She was actually attempting to jam her pelvis into my mouth in her efforts to increase the sensations of pleasure she was now receiving. And I was more than willing to accept her offering, increasing my oral action as I again vibrated my lips on her clit. After she had experienced four or five orgasms, I began sliding up her body, kissing everywhere as I traveled, intent on now claiming my prize. But when I finally reached her head and we once again began kissing with exuberant passion, and as I was nestling comfortably between her widely spread legs, I realized Julie had other ideas. She pushed me over until she was once again on top. Then, after some more wonderfully tender kissing, she began her own mission, kissing her way slowly down my body. When she reached my nipples, she did exactly what I wasn't expecting. After a few gentle licks with her tongue, which had my chest buds as hard as her own.... she bit me! It wasn't too hard a bite, but it sure caught my attention in a most memorable surprise! My cock was literally throbbing from that point on, and I think she knew it, too. After what seemed like an eternity, she continued her downward travels. She paused to kiss and lick my navel, but thankfully for not too long. And after leaving that crevice, she moved down to where the head of my cock was only an inch or so from her lips. Her gentle, warm breath on that sensitive appendage in its current condition was almost more than I could take. She grasped my cock with both her hands and lifted it until it pointed straight up. Then, she lowered her head until she had taken the head inside her mouth. And for the next five minutes, which seemed like an equal number of hours, all she did was swirl her tongue around it and suck it oh so gently. The sweet, electrical sensations I was feeling were absolutely maddening. And that was when I got my next surprise. Without any warning, she engulfed my entire cock in one downward motion, deep-throating me in the blink of an eye. It was simply too much for me to take, and I began blowing my load of cum forcefully down her throat instantaneously. There was no noticeable build-up to that orgasm. It was not there, and then it was there. And, the intensity and duration were both more than I had ever experienced before that beautiful and wonderful instant in time. But she wasn't finished with me. Once I had finished filling her throat and belly with my cream, she began an upward-downward motion that caused my entire cock to be touching her lips on the up-stroke and firmly encased in her maddeningly tight throat when her nose was buried in my thick pubic bush. What a wonderful sensation! And, she kept this up long enough that I was becoming concerned I might blow another load. Now I fully realized that cumming again was definitely my goal. But cumming again in her mouth was not. Gently I pulled her off my cock and upwards towards the head of the bead. Then, I pushed her gently off my chest and we both rolled over, me ending up on top of her and nicely nestled between her widely spread legs. I started to reach down and guide my cock to where it and I wanted it to be, but she beat me to it. I felt her fingers grasp it, then rub it up and down her crease several times before centering it on her womanhood and removing her hand. I pushed slowly inside her, marveling at her torridly hot wetness. At the same time we were staring directly into each other's eyes. Then the tip of my cock reached her maidenhead, and I saw her winch just a little with the discomfort of that action. I whispered that there was no other way, and she whispered back for me to do it quickly. A quick, forward 'pop' of my hips, and it was done. She closed her eyes and made an audible mewing sound as her nails dug mercilessly into my back. I had intended to hold totally still at that point, but she was so hot, and so wet, and my body so keyed up, that I slowly continued to slide into her. In seconds we were as closely bound together as a man and his woman could possibly be. And the sensations I experienced at that moment were so far beyond my young ability to translate into any language spoken on this earth that I could only do one thing. I gently kissed her as deeply and passionately as I possibly could. She responded in kind as I felt her entire body slowly relaxing under me. I waited as long as I possibly could for her pain to reside. Finally, with a barely noticeable nod, she signaled me she was ready for the main event. I began my stroking ever so slowly. She quickly joined my rhythm with slight up-thrusting movements of her hips. Then, I slowly began speeding up, and she never once fell behind. By the time I was into a rapid, full-length thrust, she suddenly stopped all movement, closed her eyes, and began to shudder all over. Her pussy's muscles gripped my cock like a strong hand at the same time. I slowed my movements a little, and she recovered quick enough. Then it was once again full-speed ahead as I plowed into her with the full length of my cock. At one point it was actually leaving her body completely, only to refill her wonderful womanhood just as completely an instant later. I didn't want this to end, but it wasn't long before I felt that familiar and oh, so wonderful stirring in my own loins. I whispered to her that I was about to cum, and asked her to cum with me. She said, "Oh, Yessss, Braddddd", as I went for the finish. Thirty seconds later I was there. So was she. We both began moaning as I thrust powerfully into her to get as deep inside as I possibly could. Then, my dam broke and I began flooding her innermost reaches with my male cream. She had begun her orgasm a few seconds before mine broke, but when she felt me coating her insides, the sensations apparently intensified her release, and it was all I could do just to hang on and remain imbedded deeply inside her. We continued kissing passionately as my cock slowly began to soften. But she would have none of that, reaching down to take me in hand and begin squeezing and stroking me back to firmness. It didn't take much stimulation, what with the nearness of her body and the musky odor of her sex filling my nostrils. In mere seconds I was completely hard, and this time she pushed me over on my back. Then, swinging a leg over my torso, she held herself above me as she guided my cock into her womanhood. With a relaxation of her legs, I was once again embedded deeply inside her. And it was shortly after that wonderful instant that I discovered what a wild woman she really was. She began a rapid forward - backwards movement of her hips, which absolutely drove me crazy. Then she was moving just as rapidly up and down. And she kept that up for many long, pleasurable minutes. Then I whispered for her to turn around, and she rotated herself on me, my cock remaining inserted in her the entire time. She began her up and down thrusting, and it was my turn to give her a surprise. As she came down on one of her thrusts, my middle finger penetrated her rectum completely, causing her to squeal, grind her hips onto my cock and finger very forcefully, and convulse with another powerful orgasm. And after she had recovered and had once again began her own thrusting, my finger remained where it was, sawing in and out and intensifying her own sensations many fold. But I simply could not take that kind of pleasure-torture. I felt myself ready to cum, and then I was cumming, filling her once again with everything I had left to give her. She felt me throbbing and spurting inside, her filling with my cream, and it set her off into another mind- blowing orgasms. She shuddered all over, finally flopping forward and laying still, relishing the thrills still strongly coursing through her body. After what seemed like forever, we both came down from that plateau only a couple deeply in love or in lust can reach. I slowly directed her around until her head was once again next to mine, and I kissed her passionately. Then, facing each other, we cuddled closely. Both of us felt a satisfaction too wonderful to describe. And, after she had turned until she was facing the other direction, and I had left the bed long enough to pee and blow out the candles, we fell asleep, "spooned" gently together. \* \* \* Sometime during the night I was semi-awakened by her stirring and then getting out of bed. I vaguely remember hearing the patter of her feed going into the bathroom before I once again entered the land of nod. Sometime after that, I was once again disturbed by the bed's motion as she came back. I felt her hand rubbing over my shoulder, and I began slowly to awaken, sliding my arm over her waist and drawing her closer to me. Then we were kissing oh so gently and tenderly, and the thought of how lucky I was to have found Julie flashed through my mind. Our kisses became more passionate, and I was definitely becoming wide awake in short order. Then I hugged her, gently nibbling on her ear as I again smelled the sweet odor of raspberries, obviously the essence residue of her shampoo. It added to the erotic sensations that invaded her bedroom. She must have been ready for another round because her hand trailed down over my chest and belly to gently grasp my member and begin squeezing it's semi-hardness. Our kissing intensified in passion as I began feeling her breasts again. I pinched her nipples in as many different ways as I could, eliciting more than a few moans of pleasure in the process. Soon it became apparent that she was ready, and I gently pushed her over on her back as I once again got into position on top of her. I moved down her body, trailing kisses over her every curve and valley, paying special attention to her wonderfully tender nipples, then moving further down. I reached her womanhood and began gently nibbling on her already slightly extended clit. At the same time I began to probe her vaginal entrance. I inserted my finger into her......... Wait just one damn minute, I was suddenly saying to myself! Just what the hell is this??? My fingers were telling me something was physically and biologically wrong here. I was rubbing on a hymen that I had forcefully removed by the usual method several hours earlier. What the..... Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. This wasn't Julie. It was Trisha!!!!! Those identical twins were trying to pull a switch on me. And the best part is that it no doubt would nave worked if both of them had not been virgins. Then, still stimulating her with my tongue and fingers, I thought about something else. Julie's hair smelt of orange blossoms, but Trisha's smelt like raspberries. Why were they doing this? Well, regardless of their reason, I considered myself to be one very lucky guy. And, I thought to myself, I was going to take full advantage of it. And with that, I drew my tongue slowly upward along her crease, slowly circled around her bush, and then back down just as slowly to once again find and follow her crease. Her sweet pussy began to well up with more of her wonderfully sweet juices as I began licking towards her very wet entrance. I had already decided that, unlike Julie, I was going to tease Trisha so miserably that, when she finally did cum for the first time, it would be an earth shaker for her. She moaned, moving both her hands down to grab twin handfuls of my hair and gently pull me tighter into her. Her body trembled as I felt a shiver coursed through her when I flicked my tongue across both of her pussy's lips, licking some of the juices that were flowing from her in copious quantities. She moaned again rather loudly, only this time she ended it with a drawn out, "Yessss, Braddddd. Ohhhhhhhhhhh yesssss." Then I moved my attentions to her little hooded clit. It was already beginning to lengthen with her growing excitement, and my tongue was soon encouraging it to even greater lengths. Then, manipulating it with my tongue, I managed to free it from the protective hood, exposing it completely to my maddening oral attack. I managed to shift my head enough to glance at the bathroom door. There was Julie, standing there in the near-darkness watching her sister and I just as her sister had observed her and I several hours earlier. I believe she was naked, but couldn't be completely sure. And, it was at that instant that I suddenly understood. It was love, pure and simple. Julie and Trisha shared such a loving bond for each other that one was willing to share anything, including a special guy, with the other. And I suddenly felt very special for just being allowed to be a part of that relationship of pure, unlimited love. Then I felt Trisha tensing up, and knew her release was almost within her grasp. So, just as suddenly as I attacked it, I left her clit to lick her lips on either side of her entrance. Her hands, still entwined in my hair, were suddenly pulling so hard it was painful, a sure sign of her growing frustration and excitement. She had absolutely no idea what was going to happen to her body in just a few long, drawn-out minutes. I slowly inserted my tongue into her vaginal entrance, pushing it in as deeply as it would go but not so forcefully that it would set her off. I wasn't quite through with priming her powder-keg. She became still as I slowly circled and twisted my tongue around inside her channel, obviously wanting to feel and enjoy its every movement. Then, once again, I felt her tensing up with an impending orgasm. So I removed my tongue completely and went back to just kissing her outer lips and the soft flesh surrounding them. Finally I knew it was time. Her entire body was quivering almost uncontrollably. The instant I stimulated her to and beyond the point of no return, I knew I would have to hold on tightly. But I was ready, and my tongue speared into her womanhood as deeply as it would go. I began humming, and I blasted her clit with as much warm air out my nose as I could muster. She went over the top in a mind-altering orgasm at that instant. Her reaction was even more violent than I had anticipated. Of course she screamed, a scream that reverberated through the house. And, her back arched suddenly and forcefully upwards. Her hands, at first still entwined in my hair, let go and flew upwards to claw the air above her head, then to be brought down to cover her mouth as she moaned loudly and thrashed about. It was all I could do just to hang on and not get flipped to the side as her hips bounced upward repeatedly. It was more than a minute before she ceased her trembling and thrusting. Finally, I crawled up her body until I was laying between her widely spread legs and kissing her just as passionately as I knew how. When we finally broke that kiss, I felt her hand reach down and grasp my penis, bringing it over and in line with her pussy. Then she rubbed the head up and down her crease before bringing it to her entrance and whispering that she was ready. 'Are you sure you want to do this, ....Trisha,' I softly asked her? Her reply was a broad smile, a nod of her head, a barely audible umm hummm, and a pull with both of her hands on my back, urging me to enter her as I had her sister earlier. So, after shifting myself upwards slightly and planting my knees in the mattress, I kissed her deeply and pushed myself into her slowly. When I reached her barrier, I hesitated for only an instant before once again "popping" my hips and pushing my cock quickly and cleanly through her hymen. She surprised me again, suddenly breaking into another orgasm instead of reacting to the pain I knew she had to feel. Her back arched and her hips thrust quickly upward several times, driving herself into my cock and, I realized, rubbing her clit along the top of my shaft. I held still for the time she needed to come back down, then I started to slowly drive myself into and back out of her sweet and very tight love tunnel. I speeded up, and she began her own rhythm to meet each of my thrusts with one of her own. Soon we were both lost in that wonderful, time-tested dance of love that only a man and his woman can do so well. And I was able to hold out for a very respectable period of time this, enjoying the sensations I was receiving from her innermost depths while not feeling the overwhelming need to empty my seed deep inside her. But all good things have to come to an end. Trisha had managed to have two more orgasms before I felt the familiar stirring in my groin that foretold of my impending release. And then, almost without further warning, I was there, driving myself deep inside her and spurting out my love cream to co-mingle with her own juices. She, feeling me go over the top, joined me with a mild but pleasant orgasm of her own. And I continued thrusting into her to maintain the pleasure both of us felt until I softened and finally plopped out. \* \* \* The three of us spent what was left of that night, sleeping together in Julie's oversized bed. In the morning all of us showered together in her parents oversized bathtub. Then, after a wonderful breakfast of bacon and eggs, consumed by three naked teenagers at the kitchen table, we went back upstairs for a little more frolicking. Julie and I began kissing as my back hit the mattress. Trisha, not to be left out, began kissing another part of my anatomy and causing it to stir quickly to full tumescence. Then she began sucking on me to beat the band. I was in heaven, and found it hard to concentrate on giving Julie her just due with my kisses as her sister performed magic on my cock. But as pleasurable as that was, I didn't want to blow my load down her throat. So, I broke my kiss with Julie and asked both girls if either one of them wanted to give up her cherry ass. Julie reacted first with a happy, squealing YESSS, but Trisha, after begging her sister and pointing out that Julie had been first to lose her virginity so it was only fair that she, Trisha, got to be first to lose her anal cherry. Julie agreed with that logic, and Trisha was soon on her hands and knees with me kneeling close behind her. I positioned myself properly behind her and, after running my cock deep inside her pussy to get it good and wet (just an excuse really, because of her blowjob), and running first one, then two fingers into her anal sphincter to stretch it out a little, I put the head of my cock on the puckered little hole and began to gently but firmly press myself forward while holding on tightly to her hips with both hands. After applying what seemed to be only a little pressure, the head of my cocp popped inside. Then, a strong, steady push with my hips sent my cock all the way inside Trisha's wonderfully tight ass until my balls slapped her pussy. Trisha's face was buried in a pillow, and I could feel more than hear her moaning. I held myself still, allowing her to adjust to my thickness in her now 'devirginized' ass. But after more than a minute with no reaction from her, I began pumping a little, actually moving less than a half- inch in and out. That was soon increased to half my cock before she raised her head and spoke for the first time. "Shit, this feels so fucking incredibly awesome that I never want it to stop. Julie, it is more intense than fucking. Really, it is." Then she fell silent as I continued to ream her out, increasing my stroke length until just the head of my cock remained inside her before plunging back into her depths. It was over a lot sooner than I wanted. One instant I was happy with just stroking in and out. Then, the feeling of my orgasm was there and it was actually happening, all in a split second. Trisha must have felt me fire off my salvo because it tripped her trigger and she was bucking her hips and screaming or moaning into the pillow as she joined me in orgasm. It had to be the most intense few moments of my short but wonderful life as I felt the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. We both collapsed onto the bed, my cock still imbedded deeply inside Trisha's ass and me laying on top of her torso. But soon enough it softened, and I withdrew to roll over on my back. Julie, who had been laughing hard at her sister's and my pleasurable antics, came up and kissed me oh so deeply. Then, suddenly breaking our kiss, she announced in a low, staccato voice that it was, "my turn!" I mentioned that I was now soft, to which she simply stated, "no problem", and jumped off the bed, heading for the bathroom. She returned a few seconds later, two warm, damp wash towels in her hands. A few minutes spent cleaning me up, and then I found my now flaccid cock completely engulfed inside her mouth. In almost no time at all she had worked her own brand of magic on me, and I once again "stood proud and tall," as only a teenage boy can do. Then, figuring she would want the same position, I started to get up. But she had other ideas in that department, too, and pushed me back down. Then she straddled me and raised herself up as high as she could stretch. It wasn't enough, so she rearranged herself on her feet and squatted directly over my cock. I reached out and steadied her by the shoulder as she used both her hands to line me up. Once she was sure of our positions, she lowered herself directly onto me and I popped inside. She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and sucked in air, all at the same time. But I was inside, and she recovered from the pain very quickly. Soon she was lowering herself, taking me deeper and deeper inside her rectum. A strange, almost determined smile spread across her face as I went deeper and deeper, until finally I could go no farther, and she shifted herself until she was once again on her knees. Soon she got into her own rhythm of moving forward, then impaling herself once again. We were soon exchanging 'peck' kisses every time she came forward. Then we were touching tongues with each of her 'out-strokes'. It was another truly erotic series of movements, with her doing all the work and definitely enjoying herself immensely. Trisha, for her part, was about worn out, and just laid quietly on the bed, watching her sister and I do this sterile variation of the eternal dance of love. Then Julie began having some smallish, rapid-fire orgasms that drove her to move harder and harder as she rode my cock. Soon, the intensity of her releases increased to the point she had to pause every so often just to let them run their course and allow her to regain control of her muscles. As for me, I really wasn't sure if I had anything left to give this sweet angel as a reward for her efforts. I knew she was getting off, but I didn't feel any of the familiar sensations that might signal even a distant orgasm on my part. In fact I was beginning to wonder if I had literally 'run dry' when Julie began a rotating descent every time she drove my cock back into her body. That was something intense, and I didn't know how to handle it or adjust for it. I was cumming intensely almost before I realized I was there. Julie, on the other hand, knew for a fact I was definitely there, and finished herself off with another series of free-fall downward strokes that sent her to a higher orgasmic plane than she had ever attained before. In fact, her orgasm had such intensity that she literally fainted while still sitting almost straight up, if only for a couple of seconds. I caught her falling body, and eased her down to my chest to kiss her forehead, hug her tightly, and rock her gently in my arms. \* \* \* The twins parents were delayed on their return. They were six full days in returning. My parents were seven. And Julie, Trisha and I made excellent use of all that free time. I doubt any three people ever spent more time penetrating, being penetrated, kissing, being kissed, hugging, fondling, feeling, groping, tonguing, sucking, lickings..... Well, I think you get the picture. And there was something else unusual about our love-making. It just got better. It's like, you know, some people have hot sex the first time, and then it's all down hill from there. They can never really obtain that high place they did when together for the first time. The three of us, on the other hand, kept climbing to greater heights with each new encounter, regardless of whether it was one on one or two on one.. If I were rating our loving, then it would have to be from great to greater to even greater sex. And believe me, I am definitely not complaining. In fact, we are already making plans for spring break and the summer. And, since they are planning on attending State U in the next big town just 70 miles down the road, I decided to accept a full scholarship from that school as well. We will live off campus, in adjoining apartments. Now, isn't that just the most convenient thing you ever heard of? \* \* \* END \* \* \*

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Vanity was a good looking woman but was unsatisfied with her appearance regardless. She was tall and slender with long toned legs, voluminous dark brown hair to her hips in big loose curls, and bright green almond shaped eyes. It wasn't that she did not think she was good looking, like everyone who seen her, she knew she was. What she lacked entirely was a pair of breasts. It wasn't that they were just small- it was hard to see if they even existed at all. She was 23 now and rocking a pair of B cups. Sure they were nice squishy pads when they were out- but put a shirt over them and you forgot they were there at all. No one else cared half as much as she did- but being herself, her opinion was by default the most integral. Vanity is only half-Asian, but got along well enough in Japan. Her father had moved to Japan to be an English teacher and met her mother. Vanity's father kept close contact with the rest of his family in America, and always speaking English, he very much still embraced his former culture. So Vanity was always bounced between either culture and language between her parents, so she was not especially well versed in either, really. One day Vanity had some time to kill and decided to take a more scenic route home. She walked the barely used street, looking over the river to her right on the other side. On her left was small shops. She spotted a man and woman laughing together while prancing around on the grass bare foot like two care-free lovers. Vanity blushed as her eyes were immediately drawn toward the prodigious chest of the woman. She was wearing a keyhole sweater and her tits stretched it so far it looked more like an entire doorway. If she dropped something in her cleavage it might take her a minute to find it again. Her hair was straight and glossy, to her chest like a curtain setting the stage. Vanity had no idea how she bounced around so light-footed in the grass with half her body weight on her chest. Because the averages were lower, bra cup sizes in Japan are much different from America- their G is more like a regular American D. These boobs would require a custom made bra- there was no way any stores (especially around here) would stock bras of that size because she would be guaranteed to be the only customer. Vanity had to look away quickly as the woman felt her eyes and glanced over. Vanity remained looking forward, trying her best to look casual and pretend she didn't see anything. The woman's bright red lips curled into a small smile as she seen the blush on Vanity's cheek. Unseen to Vanity, as she walked past the man nodded to the woman and turned into a tanuki and vanished into the taller grass by the river. With the stare of a huntress, the woman skipped to the road and quickly turned into a mouse to skitter after Vanity. When Vanity reached the end of the street where it turned to more populated ones, the woman called to her while still in the form of a mouse. When Vanity turned the mouse skittered around and turned back into the woman, surprising her when she turned back. "Ah! Geeze, you snuck up on me. C-can I help you?" "Mmm~ I was about to ask you the same thing. I seen you...admiring." Vanity's face went bright red again. "I didn't...I just never seen anyone so...big. It caught me by surprise." The woman tilted her head, looking through Vanity's physical appearance at the state of her aura. "I see longing and desire in you as well though. Really- can I help you with something? Oh, I should probably pretense all this with..." The woman held up a strange star that seemed to be slowly turning as it hovered in her palm. When Vanity went to take a closer look a crystal ball formed around it almost instantly, made of crystalline energy. A star ball! Vanity gasped as it formed magically. "You're a yokai! A...uh, kitsune, right?" The fox grinned with its mouth full of small fangs. Her nose extended out a bit and turning glossy black along with her lips. Her human ears grew out and coated in soft fox fur, and nine white tipped red fox tails appeared dancing behind her like billowing flame. Her now black hand closed the tiny clawed fingers around the orb, dispelling it again. "My name is Kei. That is how I can throw around these fun bags with such a petite figure- magic! I can shape-shift into whatever I want. I can see you want something, and I am in the business of helping people. Especially if it has anything at all to do with these~" Kei squished her boobs from either side with her hands, making the cleavage bulge up out of the window in her sweater. Vanity quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching but no one would be around. This road was most populated by kids returning home from school, but that wouldn't be for a few hours still. Vanity breathed out a small sigh. "Well, I don't want to seem...lewd...but-" "Oh no, be as lewd as you want. Trust me I am down with pretty much anything." "No! It isn't really...it just...might sound like it is. I just always sort of wanted...boobs. I mean, not like THAT, those would snap me in half. Just...more than this." Vanity lowered her brows as she motioned at her own chest. Kei squinted, then leaned forward looking at her chest. Then walked to the side to look at her in profile, trying to actually see any indication she even had breasts. "Well. You got a nice ass." Vanity squeaked and turned to face Kei again to hide the curve of her rump. "That wasn't the issue!" "Who are you trying to impress? Are you trying to win someone over, or better satisfy someone you already have?" "Neither! Its...for...myself." "Oh?" "Well, just to feel more...womanly? Is that sexist? That sounds kinda sexist. I like me, I am not super smart or talented but I am still a nice person. I guess I always wanted to be the full package, a good head and a good body. I don't look bad or anything but...I dunno, I always feel like I am missing out. And I was always sort of expecting it when I was a teen and then, nothing." Kei seen Vanity was absentmindedly looking at her huge boobs as she spoke. Being a fox in actuality, Kei's sense of smell was good enough to pick up on even the slightest tinge of arousal. "Yuri?" Vanity's voice was a full pitch higher. "Y-yes." "I could...enhance yours, if you really want. Just have to make up an excuse for your friends for when you show up several cup sizes bigger." Vanity's eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! How? Kitsune can shapeshift themselves, but I didn't think they could change others...?" Kei smirked. "True. We would need a specialized type of magic to do something like this, BUT." A string of one hundred wooden prayer beads materialized coiled up around her entire left arm. "I can channel the powers of other spiritual entities. So I don't need to have a power, I just need to know someone who does, and is willing to lend it." "You know someone who can make boobs bigger?" Kei lowered her eyebrows and stared at her for a second. "Really? You, don't know of any deities who are known to freely do that?" "Boobs? No..." Kei sighed. "Bodhisattva of Mercy- Kannon. Maybe you'd have got it if I mentioned she is Buddist, not Shinto. I mean the Mama Kannon shrine is decorated with wall to wall boobs. It is kinda its thing. It was made after Kannon blessed a starving mother and child with an abundance of milk and the boobs to house it. She is an avatar of mercy after all." Kei took Vanity's hand and the two of them seemed to warp into the woods, out of sight of anyone. Kei actually used possession to walk her body there without her realizing or having to be directed. There was the stump of a gigantic elder tree in this area, the edges weathered smooth by rain and time. The inside had decomposed and filled with spongy moss making it a very comfortable seat. Kei sat her down and sat on the ground in front of her, looking like a kid in a candy shop- a little too eager to work her magic. The power of Kannon would be able to technically change her to any size, but Vanity didn't want crazy huge to inconvenience her regular life, and Kei did not want to dip into Kannon's power too much. Buddhism was technically an outside religion but had come to Japan and been welcomed in since long ago, back when it was the Land Of Wa. Shinto and Buddhism went along well enough together so as long as Kei was respectful she could take some power to help someone. Fox spirits as well come from China, and Korea as well, though in those regions they are more aggressive and malicious, where as in Japan they are simply wild cards. There was a long moment where the two just looked at each other before Kei pointed out that Vanity actually needs to take her top off before anything else. She slipped it off a bit reluctantly with her face hot in embarrassment. At least her audience was a kitsune- no one she knew would hear about or believe this. Kei just touched the tips of all her tails to herself and her entire outfit seemed to disintegrate, since the entire thing was part of her illusory form- she wasn't really wearing anything to begin with. Vanity couldn't help but openly gawk at the huge fat spheres. They were magically enhanced so they did not quite obey any of the laws of physics. They flopped down but not nearly as far as they should, and they wobbled but bounced back with unusual elasticity. Breasts this big would hang to her lap normally, but only made it down to her navel. No proper bra size would fit them, so to compare them to something else in size, they were in between the small and huge sized beach balls. Kei pet the rotund sides of her huge tits and asked Vanity to use those as an example of a stopping point- don't go any bigger than those, they would immobilize her under normal situations. With no warning Kei swung herself up and plopped back down, slapping her tits down into Vanity's lap and almost yanking her off the stump by accident with the weight! Yea, those were definitely solid slabs of meat. They moved around like they weighed next to nothing, but when they came into contact with another surface you could tell they were hefty as hell. Kei obviously wasn't going to take no for an answer and Vanity really wanted to anyway- she reached out to touch the huge boobs. The skin was so very taught, filled to the brim with fat. Breasts actually had a layer of muscle that encompassed them as well, that connected the skin to the fat tissue- which was why wearing a bra too much was bad. Muscle atrophy. Vanity ran her hands around the curvature of the outer breasts before cupping the bottom and hefting them up with some effort. The entire breast wobbled and jiggled as she bobbed them up and down with her hands. Normal breasts of this size would likely ripple like a water balloon when doing this, but the magically enhanced muscle layer held them too taught, so they bounced and jiggled like smaller breasts would instead. While Vanity entertained herself, gazing half-lidded at the breasts lustfully- Kei gently cupped her hot palms over Vanity's tiny breasts. There was nothing wrong with small breasts, and if asked to choose a preferred size, Kei doubted she could decide. Small and big tits acted and reacted differently but not really better or worse- they both offered different things and fit different looks. If everyone was one size it would be boring- no matter what that size was. But she wanted bigger, and she wanted it for herself not anyone else or to fit a specific image, so Kei had no hesitations in helping her get there. Vanity's grip on Kei loosened as she sat back a bit more and let out a small gasp as the warmth filled her breasts and spread out around her. She looked down at herself and seen her soft mounds plumping up. She could feel the pressure against her skin increasing but not becoming uncomfortable as the skin stretched to accommodate. Her nipples became erect from the sensation and the feeling of Kei's palms rubbing them. Kei grinned and moved her hands down a bit so the erect nipples popped between her fingers and then closed her fingers on them, making Vanity cry out in surprise. With the nipples still pinched between fingers Kei started to push into the breasts gently and move her hands around slowly in a circular fashion, massaging the tissue as it bloated out. Vanity passed through C quickly enough and hit D, then fattened into a DD before she pulled back out of Kei's grip. She gasped for air like she had just run a marathon. The sensation had been filling her like a slow full-body orgasm and her heart rate and breathing had been increasing along with the size of her breasts. Vanity looked at them, not sure how much she should take. There was more to think about than one would assume. How did she explain her size to the people who know her? At what size did she start to get automatically stereotyped as a bimbo? How big would they need to be before they started to inconvenience her? Japanese homes generally do not waste space- so a woman with large breasts could accidentally clear off a table or counter by turning too quickly. Taking a shower with a partner becomes impossible without slamming the other person against the wall. Tying your shoelaces suddenly becomes very difficult, and you can't look at over half your body because its been eclipsed! She did want more though. To feel the growing again, AND to be even larger, but she had to think practically about it as well. Vanity grabbed her breasts and moaned immediately- they were so much more sensitive. "Ooh...so soft~" Kei stood up straight with a mischievous grin. "Pretty soft, yea, but wanna know what the softest thing ever is?" Vanity just slowly nodded not sure what to expect. Kei thrust her chest forward bouncing Vanity off the taught surface, knocking her flat on her back across the huge stumps soft surface. Before Vanity could ask what she was doing Kei's huge breasts cast their huge shadow over her and came down on top of her. Both women cooed at the sensation, their erect nipples jousting each other and poking into the areola just beside one another. The softest feeling of all was breast on breast, one softness against another! When letting their weight down Kei's huge monsters were big enough to swallow Vanity's breasts into them even with their increased size. Kei shook her chest back and forth, sending wobbling waves down her breasts and shaking Vanity's through convection. Breathlessly Vanity squeaked that she wanted bigger, giving in to the urge. The feeling was just too good to resist! It felt almost like Kei's boobs were sucking her in, but it was her breasts pushing into the soft flesh harder as they grew and swelled out. Slowly she was lifting Kei's huge tits with her own breasts! The feeling of the stiff nipples grinding each other was the sharpest and strongest pleasure, so Vanity directed her there. Normally just the breast itself was increased but that didn't have to be so. Vanity felt the pressure focus itself under the areola as it bloated and swelled up and out turning hot pink in colour and puffing up forming its own soft curve separate from the rest of the breast. The feeling of the nipples growing almost tickled it was so intense and focused. They stretched but also bloated as well, becoming thick and meaty. Kei raised an eyebrow as Vanity still did not tell her to finish. She had to pull away her own breasts a bit to get a good look at them, they were unusually large for a human but Vanity did not seem to mind. Without Kei's breasts against them Vanity herself reached up and grabbed her nipples with two fingers and a thumb and yanked them aggressively, making a motion almost as if milking a cow. When it took three fingers to properly grip them she finally stopped Kei. When fully erect they stuck straight out still, but because they were so big now they never became turgid- the blood pressure couldn't get high enough, so they were thick and rubbery. It felt good to squeeze and pull them. Kei brought her boobs up from below, swinging them forward so her own erect nipples bumped the bottom of Vanity's and lifted them up so Vanity herself could get a better look at them, pointing them back up toward her face. Vanity bit her lip, seeing she may have gone a little too far. She wasn't adverse to having overly impressive teats but...it looked slightly off compared to the rest. She needed to make her boobs bigger now to balance them out. But...not too much bigger. Their size was started to make her a little nervous about the weight. In general breasts don't weight a ton, it is not like they are lead weights, but it is a weight you cannot get rid of- its always there no matter what. Imagine holding a small weight in your hand, easy enough to lift. Now imagine holding it up in your hand forever. After a few hours its going to be a lot harder to keep up. You could counterbalance it with muscle mass in the back, but Vanity was not really the athletic type. Kei pulled away a bit, swinging her huge udders down and bringing her face in to suck one of Vanity's fat teats into her mouth, making her moan uncontrollably, while Kei's boobs covered her entire stomach and filled her lap as her legs squirmed from the pleasure and her panties dampened against her rosy plump nethers. The breasts started to press more and more into Kei's lips as they swelled and fattened more, reaching a full G and then a little bit more. With expert precision Kei reached a single finger down and poked her at the very top of her pussy, pressing down on the clit through its hood which was more than enough. Vanity kicked her legs without meaning to, squealing in pleasure. Her face and ears blood red as she orgasmed. Her violent squirming sending both sets of breasts into fits of jiggling like a plate of jello on a train ride. As the spell completed and Vanity stopped growing with the orgasm the wooden beads on Kei's arm started to glow and turn into tiny butterflies one by one and scatter. Kei could tell Vanity was happy with this size, but neither of them were confident in her ability to bring herself to actually stop, so Kei made her orgasm to clear her head. Vanity spent a good time just sitting there examining and playing with her breasts. Rolling the squishy skin in her hands, tugging the nipples and swinging her chest around to see them swing. Without a bra they hung as low as Kei's, because unlike the fox's boobs they actually obeyed physics. They formed perfect teardrop shapes when in free-hang. Seeing her job well done Kei poofed back into her true fox form, gave Vanity a nod and skipped happily back into the forest. Vanity had to stretch the fabric of her shirt with her hands before even being able to squeeze her boobs back into it. She was looking forward to a life with these new beauties...though the one thing she was not looking forward to was trying to explain to her family how she grew four or five cup sizes in a single afternoon without sounding like a psychopath.

yiff-extreme

Title: A Night To Remember by polarshock Tags: M/F, Rat, Violence She didn't normally do this kind of thing, going back to random guy's houses, but she had only just moved to London and it wasn't easy for rats to make friends in this city. So when she saw one of her own kind dancing in the club she occasioned, one of the few times where her chronic shyness actually allowed her out of the house, she knew she couldn't pass the chance up. She knew she was good looking enough to pick up guys, she wasn't stupid and she owned mirrors. She wasn't particularly dressed to kill, but the tight fitting jeans and top she was wearing didn't exactly hide the fact that she had a stunning body. She sat by the bar and finished her drink, watching him dance away on the dancefloor in the middle of a sea of wolves and foxes and canines. He was probably a little taller than her, quite athletic, dressed in dark blue baggy trousers and a black Animal t-shirt, with short spiked dark black hair. She saw something glisten on his face and noticed he had several piercings. As the song finished and the DJ begun playing the next track, she moved towards him and started dancing across the club. Being the only other rat there it wasn't long before they spotted each other, him returning her smile and motioning over to her. "I haven't seen you in here before," He shouted over the music as they danced, "You new round here?" "Not really, you just haven't been looking hard enough" She returned, smiling. "I'm Connor," He said, "Whats your name?" "Tobi" She replied. They were almost dancing against each other already and she was curving and rolling her body, showing off her figure and whipping her tail round to brush against his legs. He could barely keep his eyes off her body. After the song played out, they walked to the bar, him her offering a drink and she not refusing. She was nervous as hell and needed something to calm her nerves. They made small talk and watched the crowd continue to dance, it was mainly wolves in this place, writhing and dancing hip to hip, not making any secrets about what they really wanted from there dance partners. It certainly wasn't ballet lessons. (Although by the look of half of these animals "technique" it probably would have been a noticable improvement.) He was halfway through asking her a question about where she worked, (or some other similarly boring getting-to-know-you bullshit) when she got up, picked up her jacket and started to walk towards the exit. He looked surprised and sat up out of his chair saying "Hey, where you going?!" "Back to your place." "What? But I just... oh. Oh." She flicked her tail and whipped him on the side of the thigh playfully, making him squeal. She laughed as he rubbed his leg, trying to laugh it off. They hailed a cab and got in, Connor quickly saying some address to the driver and handing over a twenty. Before the door was even shut they were kissing heavily and scratching at each other's clothes, already leaving cuts across the material and claw marks in there bodies. They both knew what to expect later if this was mere foreplay. His paw was already clawing its way up her inner thigh and she was rubbing her paws against his rapidly hardening member. It had already swelled to an impressive size and was not even fully hard. This pleased her greatly. He started biting at her neck and she dragged a claw down his chest, nearly slicing his shirt clean in two. By the time they reached there destination, both were hot, panting and already had visible marks across there bodies. The cabbie had remained silent the entire time, obviously trying to block out the events that were unfolding on the seats two feet behind his head. They walked up a short staircase outside a block of tall, late victorian houses, Connor wasting no time in unlocking the door and leading Tobi up two dark flights of stairs. They reached a door with the number 6 on it (these buildings had been converted into flats, "hope he doesn't have too many neighbours" Tobi thought with a grin) and he wrestled with the ancient lock on the door, eventually almost having to shoulder barge it to enter. They walked in and Connor flicked on a light switch in the hallway, and as he turned from shutting the door, she was upon him. She raked her claws down his chest and finished off the remains of his shirt, it falling to the floor and leaving fresh wounds in its place. "Wow, you certainly don't mess arou..." he begun. "Shut up" She answered, already working on the belt to his trousers. He pulled her jacket off and threw it down the hallway, her not looking but hearing a sound like that of a glass vase being brought heavily to the floor. She pulled the belt from his trousers and dropped it to the floor, then reached her hands up and grabbed his face, pulling him into a heavy kiss. He had already loosened her trousers and was making short work of exploring beneath them.She moved her hands to the back of his neck and brought her claws aggressively down his back, stopping at the base of his spine but not relinquishing her piercing grip. Her paws rested there for a second, feeling the streams of blood chasing down to catch up with there attackers. He gritted his teeth and snarled, pushing her hard against the opposite wall of the hallway. Before she could respond he had tore off her top like wrapping paper, leaving it in tatters on the floor and slicing through her bra with his claws, making no secret of avenging his freshly cut back and leaving her with several new wounds. She wiped her paw up his back and licked the crimson fluid from her palm, smiling at him as she did so. This seemed to excite him, as he immediatly gripped both her thighs and hoisted her upwards against the wall, pressing his now-pulsingly hard cock between her legs. They kissed and she grinded against it, wrapping her legs round his waist. He enclosed her with his arms and lifted her away from the wall, striding down the hallway with her clamped firmly to him. She assumed it was the bedroom that she now found herself in, because before she knew it he was on top of her, licking at the wounds on her chest. She raked her claws down his chest again and sunk her teeth into his shoulder, feeling the hot blood fall from his chest onto hers and tasting it in her mouth simultainiously. He raised up onto his knees between her legs and looked down on her, her body glistening with blood and panting heavily. They had already done a lot of damage to each other and knew they wanted more, and knew that more was yet to come. He dragged his claws down the inside of each of Tobi's legs, slicing through the denim with remarkable ease. Grabbing them he pulled the trousers from her body. Before they had hit the ground his head was buried between her legs, ripping off her underwear with his teeth and flinging them away. She grabbed his head and pressed it down, him taking the initiative and tongueing her clitoris with a quick and strong darting tongue. The feeling racing through her body was immense and she howled in pleasure, gripping his head with her thighs. He slid two fingers into her, curling his claws inwards so as not to cut her, and teased her G-spot, sending the first shaking waves of orgasm through her body. She had never come this fast before, and as all the muscles in her body tensed she screamed out in ecstacy, sending her hot juices into his face. He lapped them up as she lay with her claws gripping the bloodied sheets, tearing them open. She hadn't seen him undress but he was naked and back on top of her now, biting deep into her neck and pinning both her arms down above her head with one of his. With his free paw he reached down and guided himself towards her pussy. It didn't resist as he slid inside her in one movement, filling her completely. He held her thighs and sat up, releasing his grip on her paws and begun pounding her in long deep thrusts, the gashes on his chest still oozing and dripping blood onto her. She dug her claws into his ass cheeks, making him tense and fuck her harder. Tobi reached her long tail up around his back and lashed him several times as his own tail wrapped itself around her neck, tightening slowly and holding her down against the bed. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was coming again, and she released her grip and let her claws find his throat, but not before swiping them violently across his face, fully tearing out one of his lip rings and leaving four deep gashes across one side of his muzzle. She was now almost fully choking him and drawing fresh blood from where her talons landed. He reached upward and carved heavily into both her forearms, but never once stopping fucking her and visibly enjoying being throttled. They were both now soaked in sweat and blood, and the sheets beneath them were dark crimson and slowly becoming shredded. She was enjoying herself so much she didn't notice that Connor was nearly blue in the face, and released her grip slightly. "He he sorry, I get carried away sometimes". Tobi giggled as he caught his breath and slowed his thrusts down briefly. "I noticed," He gasped. Reaching down over the side of the bed he drew out an ornate dagger, probably around eight inches long, fashioned with a gothic handle and curved blade. "I'm just looking forward to seeing how much further you're willing to take this" Connor said as he placed the knife between his teeth, flipped her over and pulled her ass into the air, re-entering her pussy and continuing to fuck her. She placed her paws against the wall in front of her for support and arched her back against his hardness. She felt cold metal on her back and knew instantly that he was trying to tease her with the knife, letting her feel the metal as he thrust his dick into her deeply. He begun slowly cutting X's into her shoulder blades and she moaned out as he did so. When fresh red liquid was running freely down the curves of her body he held her waistline and fucked her hard, Tobi pressing the wall and pushing backwards to meet his powerful poundings. The feeling of him behind her, the blood soaked bodies, the tatters of clothing, the heat of this aggressive passion, was amazing for her. She could have carried on all night in this way but she was desperate to have a piece of him. "My turn," She panted, turning her head to look at him in the eyes. He leaned over her and kissed her, handing the dagger to her as there tongues wrestled for dominance. As Tobi gripped the blade he climbed off of her and lay on his back on the bed. Only now did she really look and see the state of the pair of them, it was sickening but glorious at the same time. "You got anything I can tie you up with?" She asked. "Try that drawer next to the bed" He replied, fondling her breasts and licking the wounds on her arms. She sat up and opened the drawer, and pulled out two neck ties. Rolling over and straddling him, she tied one of his wrists to the bedpost, then the other. He was now totally at her mercy. She gripped his cock and manouvered herself above it, sliding down its length and moaning as it entered her. She leant down and licked the blood from his stomach, cleaning a space across his freshly scarred hide. As she begun grinding her body on top of him she took the blade and slowly cut "TOBI" into him. Connor sucked air inwards in a hissing noise and gritted his teeth, feeling the pain sharply but not refusing its bite. He was pulling against his bonds but Tobi hadn't been shy in knotting them tightly. She rode him hard and could feel him pulsing inside her, the throbbing concrete dick only excited her more and she could feel another orgasm rushing to greet her. He was breathing heavily now and she knew that he was close too. Tori grabbed his pectoral muscles and held on tightly, digging her claws in and riding him hard and fast. He began arching his back as she bucked on top of him, and she reached up both arms and gripped her hair behind her head, sitting with her full weight on his now-almost exploding cock, grinding hard. She began coming and felt the sensations hammer through her, and as it hit its climax his did too, sending hot streams of his boiling come gushing into her. The feeling was monumental and she screamed out, throwing her paws down onto the bed in front of her, losing herself in the rippling floods of her orgasm. Her whole body was shivering from the orgasm and her vision was blurred. Tori panted hard and leaned forward, kissing Connor and stroking his hair. "Maybe we'll... maybe we'll have to do this... do this again... sometime" She said smiling at him. She hadn't noticed but Connor had a look of utter terror and shock on his face, which pulling back slightly she looked at with wide-eyed confusion. "I don't think I want to be doing this again for a while, to be honest" he groaned in agony, gritting his teeth. "What? Whats wrong? Was it something I..." But before she could finish her sentence, she saw the reason why. In her throes of passion she had thrown her paws down in front of her. But not onto the bed. She had hit him squarely in the stomach. And she had not let go of the dagger. "Holy shit! Shit! Oh shit fucking shit jesus Connor are you ok?!" "I dunno," He coughed, looking at the handle of his dagger, that being the only part visible now, "Just call an ambulance". They didn't speak on the way to the hospital, or as they waited in A and E, or when the police interviewed them, once Connor had awoken from the anastetic after the operation and was able to talk again. He didn't press charges and Tobi eventually convinced the police that it wasn't attempted murder. They didn't exchange numbers.

FSE

Title: Windswept by Squirrel Tags: Character Development, Fox, Leopard The world was weary and windswept. And white. But none of that could be seen. Not in this. Not in the absence of all earthly light. Assumpta padded over ice. Thin, thin ice ... holding her breath at each slight cracking sound. The sky was dark. Twenty-four hours of dark. Today was the winter solstice ... here. Here above the Arctic Circle. Sub-zero (without the wind chill). And her furry, snowy pelt, and her hot predatory blood ... kept her warm. Kept her from freezing. Oh, she was born in this! Was born FOR this. An Arctic fox had stolen her fish ... from her hut. She was going to get it back. He'd snuck in while she'd been resting (which she scolded herself for ... why was she resting ... ) ... Eyes squinting, she could make out the tracks. His tracks. Barely. In the frigid, freezing moonlight, she could make out the tracks. The sun may have taken a six-month hiatus, but ... the moon still showed its face. The moon was subservient enough that it couldn't take vacations. It showed up. Day after day. It knew its duty. The fox wasn't too far ahead. He wasn't faster than a snow leopard. And, despite any evidence, was not more cunning than one, either. Oh, she could smell him. He'd crossed the frozen river. He knew he was lighter. Knew she was heavier (and had more muscle) ... figured, being a feline, and ... having a natural disinclination toward water, that ... ... Assumpta would not follow. Was betting his life on the fact that, oh, she would not follow. Fool of a fox! But she would. Oh, she would. And, oh, she was. Don't think, don't think ... cross. It's not water. It's ice. It's ... whatever. Don't think. Don't look down. Focus, focus, and ... ... tread, tread ... ... creak ... and ... ... stop. Stop. Hold your breath! Even with her thick winter pelt, a plunge into the ice ... would be certain death. She would probably be swept away by the underlying current, and wouldn't be able to surface to breathe (due to the ice-sheet being so vast) ... was it worth it? Was she being too harsh? Was she obsessing? Her fish. Her supper. That's all this was ... that's what she was hunting him for. He was a fellow predator, and ... no, no, no. Wasn't the fish. She had been bested. She had been one-upped. In her own territory. In her home. By a fox. No, this wasn't about fish ... but damn it all, she WOULD get her fish back. And she scanned the horizon. Hard to do, being that it could barely be seen. But her ice-blue, slitted feline eyes ... they searched. Scanned. Saw. And ... there. The shadow of the fox. On the other side. And she quickened her pace. Going as nimbly as she could. This far out, in this remote region, there were no bridges. No way else to cross. By summer, boat. Canoe. Whatever. By winter, it was ... sled. She had no sled. Only her own sturdy foot-paws. And her tail to balance her as she went. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed, searching ... seeing better in the night than the criminal fox ever could. Seeing him. She now had him in her sights. And he wasn't going to leave them. He was as good as dead. One sense down ... several to go. Smell. She could smell him. Touch ... she could almost touch him ... as she sprung to the solid, compacted snow of the other side. Nearly toppling over, but throwing out her arms and paws and steadying herself, bending her knees, and then ... vaulting back up. Sniffing the frigid, killing air. Which, even being BUILT for this environment ... the air STILL burned her lungs. Still made her want to cough. Still so cold. But it would take more than cold to stop her. She knew. She vowed. As she went to a sprint. Her breath leaving vapor trails, vapor clouds, crystalline ... and her foot-paws going crunch-crunch-crunch in the virgin snow ... as she hunted down the hunter. Predator versus predator ... over fish? Over supper? So, that's what the world had come to. That's what her young life (at this point) had come to ... and the pangs, the little voice in her head ... telling her to go South. Go South. Where the prey are. You know you're more like them than you care to admit. You know you're squeamish about killing. You know you ... feel things that other predators don't feel. You know you're different. You're special, Assumpta ... She pushed the thoughts aside ... and ... ran, ran, ran ... You won't be able to kill him, the voice said ... coming back. Not going away. Are you really going to kill the fox when you catch him? Are you really going to BE a predator? Are you really doing to do the right thing (and draw his blood ... staining the snow)? Or are you going to flinch. Flinch, Assumpta ... like prey. You are prey ... You've disappointed your family. Your culture. You know they're considering banishing you. It's because you are weak. Run, run ... bolting, kicking up snow as she went, panting, eyes furious. Shoving the voice out of her head. Shoving her own doubts aside. This wasn't the place (or time) for them. She had to go on ... on, on, on. Even as all (in every invisible way) was coming untied. She pursued ... ... and she could hear his heart. Hear his panting. Hear the flagging of his bushy tail behind him. She could HEAR his fear. A predator feeling fear! It fueled her forward. He was no longer a predator (in her mind). He was the prey. Oh, he was the prey. Not her. Not her (despite her inclinations). No, no ... I am not prey ... ... he is the prey. You must kill him. There is no other way. She reached, reached, and ... ... pounced! Tackling the fox to the ground, wrestling, tumbling over and over each other. Until they stopped. With her on top. Pinning him down. "Mmf!" went the fox, yelping, yipping, and trying to bite her. But she socked him in the muzzle with a powerful, clawed paw. And pinned both his arms to the snow. To the white (which was reflecting every ounce of that moonlight). And both furs ... snowy-white. Both of the ice. Both huffing. Both reeeling. Both unable to run anymore. "You ... you have," Assumpta panted, "my fish. My supper. Give it," she demanded, "back." She clawed at the pack he wore on his back. The fox glared at her. "Food is scarce," was his response. "I have to eat." He tried to put on a sympathetic face ... "Then why not ask ... for food? Why steal?" She ripped the pack off his back, undoing the zipper. "Because you are a feline. Because you would've said no." Every breath he took ... visible. Every word punctuated by vapor. A quiet shake of the head. "I would not have." "A practiced liar, I see," said the fox. "I do not lie." "No?" A huff. "I will not," she assured, "be baited by you ... you stole. You will pay." "By predatory law, you have to kill me, yeah?" he asked. "I stole from you. You must punish me. So ... are you going to kill me?" he taunted. A hesitation. "No matter," the fox continued. "Does not matter what you do to me. I am a fox. I am ... full of guile. I am sly. It is in my nature to ... pull tricks. If I don't steal from a higher predator now and then, how can I expect to stay sharp? To stay nimble?" "Or, indeed, alive?" was Assumpta's response. Pressing down on him harder. The fox squirmed, and ... heart beating, and ... hissing, "I regret ... nothing! Do to me what you wish. Ravage me, for all I care ... " "No ... you would enjoy that," she whispered, "far too much." A sly grin. ... her eyes locked his. Gazes. Frigid ... and fiery. All at once. And, suddenly, the fox went ... limp. Stopped struggling. As if ... giving silent consent. Letting him know that ... she could have him. That he would take her. That, out here, in the tundra, in the endless night ... ... they could breed. They could ... " ... do it," the fox whispered. "Come on ... do it," he taunted. "We're both hunters. We both take what we want. We both need it. We both ... want," he whispered, "it." "All I want," Assumpta said quietly, swallowing, exhaling through the nose (where streams of breathy vapor showed). "All I want ... is my fish. My supper." "Supper? Why does it have to be fish ... " A squint. "Why should I trust you? You are a fox ... as you said, you are a practiced trickster." "Think I'm gonna ... fertilize the flower and ... in the afterglow, break free ... and escape? With your soul's imprint AND your fish?" he said (referring the prey belief that, when two individuals yiffed ... they left an imprint on each other's soul, an intimate, spiritual stamp ... and that ... to imprint, or yiff ... outside a loving, committed mate-ship ... was to invite pain and ... would lead to a dark road ... was to slowly sell your soul away ... ) ... "I think ... you are not worthy," she huffed, "of this huntress." And she socked him again. He yelped, and ... ... while dazed, she took his pack (which held her fish). And she stood, panting, growling ... and showing her teeth. "Leave me alone," she demanded of him. "I am sparing your life. In return, you shall leave me alone." "But you're like a flame, feline ... don't you know that?" he replied. "No one in their right mind ... could stay away from you." A squint. "You have a ... pull," he said, "about you." "You do not KNOW me," she said, and backed away. Padding (at somewhat of a hurry) back to the riverbank. "There are worse things to lose," the fox said (in an enigmatic, parting way), "than your supper's fish." The snow leopard didn't know what that meant, exactly, but the words rung in her ears ... as she went away. Back over the frozen river. Back to her hut. And, upon reaching it, slumping to the floor, sighing. She was losing her predatory edge. She was. She should've killed him. She shouldn't have been stolen from in the FIRST place. They would kick her out. They would ... place her in exile. But she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. No, she would leave first. She eyed the door. She would leave first. She gathered her things ... basic tools of survival. Enough to last her the journey out of this tundra. Leave first. She reached the door. Closed her eyes. Said a prayer (something only prey ever did). Leave. She left.

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Title: Me, My Brother, and Marie Tags: Chapter 1 Since they retired a few years ago my parents have spent each summer at our house on the beach. This year I converted one of the guest rooms into a studio and joined them for the summer, spending my days painting, studying the water and the sky, working on endless studies of the light on the ocean. It was just me and my parents during the week, but David, my brother, took the train out from the city some weekends. At the beginning of August my parents were heading to Italy for a couple of weeks to take a trip with some old friends. So on a Friday afternoon I drove them to the airport. David met us at the airport to see them off. "Be good while we're away," my mother said, the same thing she has been saying to us since they first left us alone at home when I was thirteen and David seventeen. "Do you intend to be good?" I asked David as I drove with him back to the beach. "There's not very much to get up to out here," he said. "I'm not so sure of that," I replied. "But I'll probably end up being good anyway. That's how boring I've become." He smiled at me. "You're just in a bit of a rut. You need some adventure rather than spending each day painting." "Maybe you can put your clever mind to it for me," I said, returning his smile. I'd always been in awe at how clever he was. He sailed through high school, college, law school, and was now a lawyer at a big firm in the city. The thing was though -- and he would never admit it -- he had become more conservative in his dress, outlook, everything. But this summer he had met a girl who seemed to be good for him. It was just a summer fling, he said. She was French, working in the city for a couple of months, but he seemed more energized, more alive. We stopped at the town a few miles from the beach to buy some groceries. Then we sat at a cafe on the boardwalk enjoying each other's company. "So tell me about the sexy Marie," I said. "How's it going with her." "It's great," he said. "She's so much fun. It's such a drag she's going back to Europe in a couple of weeks." "Maybe that's why it's so exciting," I suggested. "Knowing it's going to end soon." "Sweetie, is that why you get bored with your boyfriends after three months? That's your attention span?" "No. I get bored with them because I should never have gone out with them in the first place." "So instead you're not going to go out with anyone?" "No. I'm going to focus on my painting and forget entirely about boys." "And at what age are you going to leave this convent of yours?" "When the world recognizes me for the great artist I am and I earn vast sums of money and can afford whatever toy boys I want." "Good luck sweetie." "Thanks bro," I replied. "You've always supported my ambitions." I put my tongue out at him. He returned the gesture. "I'm so glad we're going to spend the weekend alone at the house," I said. "It'll be wonderful to be able to hang out together without mom and dad around." "Well, actually," he said, looking a bit embarrassed, "I asked Marie to come out for the weekend. I didn't think you'd mind." "You rat!" I said. "So you're going to spend the weekend canoodling with your French floozie while I'm moping around trying to ignore the moans coming from your bedroom?" "Sweetie, I'm not a rat and she's not a floozie. You'll like her. She's very sweet." "I see you're not denying the moaning," I said. "I'll keep it down," he said. "Yeah, right, like when you've been having phone sex with her the other weekends you've been out here." "You were listening? What did you hear?" he asked anxiously. "Nothing," I said, lying. I had the room next to him, and the walls were very thin, and I had heard a lot. That's how I knew he was perhaps not really as conservative as he gave the appearance of being. "I can cancel her if you'd like," he said. "No. I'm sure we'll have fun," I said, not convinced at all that we would. I got up from the table. "I want to go to a store just down the street. You'll be good while I'm gone?" "I'll be good. But hurry back. I'm eager to get to the house." "Ok. But I need some money. Do you have some?" He took out his wallet. "I have about $100. How much do you need?" "I'll take it," I said. "I'll give you the change." "What are you buying?" he asked. "A birthday present." "Who for?" "For me. From you." "Ah, yes. Sorry about that. The pressure of work, I forgot . . ." "Did the pressure of work make you forget to fuck your French sweetheart?" "I'm sorry sweetie. And I never know what to get you. So cash is the best gift anyway, isn't it." "Don't try to snivel out of it, you rat." I made a rat face at him, baring my teeth. "Happy birthday Ricki!" he shouted after me as I walked down the boardwalk to the store. Half an hour later we were back in the car and driving to the beach. "So what did I get you?" he asked. "It's on the back seat," I said. He reached around from where he was sitting in the passenger seat and took the bag. He opened it and took out the black bikini I had bought. "Thanks bro," I said. "And you'll have the pleasure of being the first person to see me in it." He held it up to look more closely at it. "It's very tiny, isn't it?" "The tiniest I could find," I said. "It barely covers my boobs. And there's nothing at all on my ass." He looked at the thong string. "I bought this for you? I mean, you bought this for you. Isn't it a bit . . . a bit, you know, intimate for me to buy something like this for you?" I glanced across at him. "But, sweetie," I said, "we're brother and sister, remember. By definition we're intimate." "Not like that. I mean . . ." "You mean sexually?" He blushed, as I knew he would. It was so easy. "Yes, if you want to put it like that," he said. "But we are sexually intimate, dearest brother," I said. "No, we're not," he said. "You mean that me sucking your cock didn't make us sexually intimate?" I asked. "You did it once. Years ago. And I didn't want to do it anyway." He was right that it had only been once. And that I had to persuade him to let me do it. But it was my birthday and I had never sucked a cock before and I thought I should learn how to do it. So I asked if I could practice on him. After weeks of persuading he came with me to the tree house in the woods behind the beach and undressed for me. He came as soon as I put my lips on his cock and as much cum ended up on my face and chin as in my mouth. I insisted that he stay with me that night in the tree house and let me do it again but he refused and left. I undressed and wiped his cum over my breasts and masturbated as I imagined how I should have held him down when he undressed and made him put his cock in my pussy instead. We turned off the main road and headed down the track toward the beach. After a half a mile the track comes to a locked gate. David got out and unlocked it and locked it again after I drove through. From here, it was a few hundred yards to the beach through fields and on a track across the salt marsh. Our house was at the end of the track. We unloaded the groceries and David went to his room to change. "I'm going to swim before it gets too dark," he shouted out to me. "You coming?" "Only if I can wear my birthday present." "Come on then, be quick. Anyway, it's probably too dark for me to see your body." We changed and ran down the deserted beach to the water, hand in hand as we had done since we were little. I felt nearly naked, feeling the warm air on my ass. We waded in, and David tried to tackle me, as he always did. I avoided his attempts, and then jumped on his back and brought us both crashing into the waves. We lay side by side in the shallows hand in hand, feeling the waves break gently over us, looking up at the first stars of the night. "I love this place," David said. "There's nowhere I'm so happy as here. And with you." We lay silently next to each other until we got too cold. David pulled me to my feet and we walked up the beach back to the house, his arm over my shoulders. "So you want to see the full effect," I asked him, and walked a few steps ahead. "That's amazing," he said. "You have a beautiful ass." I turned around and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for my present," I said. "And you still owe me fifty bucks." "What? That little amount of material cost $150 bucks! That's crazy," he said. "Don't be so cheap," I said. "You make more money than you can spend. And $150 bucks to make me happy is not much, is it? You'd spend that much on your French floozie in an instant." "Please Ricki, stop calling her a floozie," he pleaded. "Ok, ok," I said. "When is Mademoiselle Marie arriving, anyway?" "I'm picking her up at the station at ten tomorrow morning." "And how long is she staying?" "Til Sunday. We'll take the six pm train to the city. You will drive us, won't you?" "Depends if I manage to sleep Saturday night with all the canoodling." "We'll be very quiet." "Don't worry. I'm going to lock myself up in my studio and put on my headphones." David put his arm around my waist and we walked the rest of the way to the house. Chapter 2 I was at work in my studio early next morning. David came in about nine carrying some coffee and sat down on the couch. "What have you been working on this week?" he asked. I pointed to a couple of large canvasses. "They're very pretty," he said. There were times when I despaired of becoming an artist and thought about settling for being a cartoonist. My sketch book was full of different cartoon characters and their antics and before this year I often spent days on end constructing their stories, ignoring my painting. But this coming year was my final year at art school and if I couldn't prove to myself and others that I had the eye and the technique to become an artist then there was no point in continuing to paint. So I had locked myself up here for the summer, working long hours on studies of light and color. David's description of my paintings as pretty used to annoy me. I wasn't striving for prettiness. But I've accepted that for all his intelligence, art is his blind spot. He left for the train station a few minutes before ten. I made an attempt to work on one of my paintings, but without any conviction, so gave up, knowing from experience that a lack of concentration can ruin a picture in a few minutes. He arrived back half an hour later. "Ricki," he shouted as he came through the door. "Come meet Marie." I walked out from my studio to say hello. She was wearing a short black skirt, very tight, and black stockings. Her silk blouse was set off by an expensive scarf around her neck, and her shoes were more appropriate for a city sidewalk than a beach. I cringed inwardly in my paint-splattered cut-off jean shorts and t-shirt ending a few inches above where my shorts began. "Hello Ricki," she said. "I'm so glad to meet you." And at that point I was lost. Her accent was so soft, she was caressing the sounds rather than speaking them, and her smile was so broad that it seemed to take over her entire face. I was captivated. My brother is fucking this gorgeous creature? I thought. How is that possible? I looked at him standing beside her with a nervous grin on his face as though she were a prize he had won by cheating. "Hi Marie," I said. "I'm so glad you could come out. I've so much wanted to meet you." I reached to shake her hand. She took it, then leaned forward to kiss my cheek. I panicked, not remembering the custom. Do I kiss her on the other cheek, or what? I ended up kissing her ear. I laughed a little nervously. "Come in," I said, a bit too loudly. "Make yourself at home." Her enthusiasm was childlike. She loved the house, the deck, the view. "So beautiful!" she exclaimed a number of times. "Can we go on the beach, David?" she asked, stretching out his name to "Daveeed." "Yes, let's change," he said, leading her to him room. Ok, I thought, I won't see them again for a while, but they returned a few minutes later. David had on the same baggy swim suit as he wore last night. She had on a gold bikini, the panties cut very high at the hips to show off her long tanned legs and the top cut low to display the tops of her boobs. The gold accentuated her blond hair and her tan. David followed her out the door to the deck and down to the beach like a besotted puppy. Have a nice sweeem Daveeed and Marieee, I thought to myself, and then laughed at my childishness and returned to my studio. They were on the beach for an hour or so, then returned to the house laughing and giggling. They went back to David's room and I imagined them undressing each other from their wet clothes and falling into bed together. I put some music on my iPod and turned it up loud enough to drown any sounds from that direction. David reappeared mid-afternoon. "You want to come swimming?" he asked. "Sure," I said. "But," he added, "maybe you shouldn't wear your new bikini." I didn't. We had dinner together, and I went to bed early. I lay on my bed listening to them make love, my fingers playing with my pussy. Next morning, Marie was up early and joined me in my studio. She looked at my paintings. "They are very good," she said. "You really think so?" I asked, happy at her compliment. "Yes, I do," she said, and we spoke for a while about art and painting. I didn't see them much of the rest of the day. Marie's comments about my paintings inspired me to work and I stayed in my studio until four. I was exhausted. I changed into my new bikini and went for a swim. Marie was sitting on the porch watching me as I walked back up to the house. I drove them to the station in the evening. "I'm so happy to have met David's little sister," Marie said, kissing me on the cheek. I drove back to the house. On my work desk I found a note from Marie with her email address and phone number. "In case you want to talk about painting. Or anything else," she had written. I took off my clothes and lay in David's bed and imagined him and Marie making love on the same sheets. Chapter 3 On Monday and Tuesday I worked hard and productively. On Tuesday night as I was falling asleep I got a call from a friend asking me if I wanted to meet him in the city on Wednesday night. I said yes. I took the train to the city Wednesday evening, and returned to the house Thursday afternoon. I picked David and Marie up at the station about eight Friday evening. We had dinner and they headed to his bedroom soon afterwards. I didn't have the energy to listen to their love making so I retreated to my studio and slept on the day bed. I was still dozing when Marie came in the next morning. "I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked. She sat on the chair by my work table and I looked at her from where I was lying. She was wearing one of David's white shirts and pair of white panties. Her long tanned legs were bare. "How was your week?" she asked. "Did you make progress?" I told her about my frenzy of activity in the first half of the week. She looked at the canvasses I had been working on. "Yes, something different," she said. "Where did these ideas come from?" I started telling her how my conversation with her last weekend had made me think more clearly about what I was trying to do, and my joy at finding someone who understood painting. She smiled her broad smile. "I'm so glad," she said. "And the second half of the week? What did you do?" "I got distracted," I said. "By what?" "I got a call from an old friend who was in the city for the night, so I went in and spent the night with him." "Sounds mysterious! Tell me more," she said. "His name is Stefan. I met him five years ago. He lives in LA and comes to the city on business now and again. He calls me up and we have dinner and then spend the night together in his swanky hotel room. Or sometimes we skip dinner. Depends how horny were are." "And did you have dinner Wednesday?" she asked, laughing. "Room service. I haven't had sex the whole summer. I'm a big fan of masturbation but sometimes I need someone else's touch." "Was it good?" "It always is with Stefan." "When did you get back here?" "Thursday. Stefan left for the airport very early in the morning. I fell back to sleep when he left. I woke up a couple of hours later and lay in bed thinking about what I could do before I had to check out." "You should have called me," Marie said. "I would have loved to come to see you." "I thought about calling you. The thing was though, I was still horny, so I called another friend of mine in the city to see if he wanted to come over. If he hadn't answered, I was going to call you to see if you wanted to come over." I felt myself start to blush at my choice of words. "For breakfast or something, you know." She laughed. "I would have loved to come over for breakfast or something! But your friend beat me to it. So who is this friend?" "He's a boy I knew growing up. One of David's friends, in fact." I paused. "Actually, David's best friend." "Jason?" Marie asked. "The boy with the long blond hair and the great body? I've met him. He's very cute." "Yes, Jason. He is cute. We see each other occasionally. But please don't tell David." "I won't breath a word, sweetie. It's wonderful to have a friend like that to turn to." "Yes. It is. Casual sex between close friends. But David would be all shocked and protective." "Yes, he is easily shocked, isn't he," she said. "But I like to think I'm changing him a little." "That's good," I said. "I'm so glad for him. Otherwise he's going to too set in his ways to change." "You were listening last weekend when made love," she said. It wasn't a question, just a statement. "It sounded like great sex," I said. "It was nice. David can be very passionate when he's properly aroused." We heard David's door open and a few seconds later he came into the studio wearing just a towel around his waist. "What are you girls talking about?" he asked. "Cocks, David," I said. "What do girls ever talk about?" "Oh," he said, "I thought you might still be talking about painting." He left for the shower and I rolled my eyes. Marie laughed. "Your brother has a very nice body," she said. "Yes, but we've got to get him some better swimwear," I said. She laughed again. "Something sexy like yours?" "Did you like it?" I asked. "It was stunning," she said. "It showed off your cute body beautifully." I began to blush. To hide my embarrassment I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Anyone want coffee?" I asked. "Yes, sweetie, I would like some," Marie said. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ There was a storm midday. I stood on the deck watching the light change and the colors become more intense as the thunderclouds approached, then the soft blue sky that trailed the storm. I spent a couple of hours in my studio working with watercolors trying to quickly capture what I had seen. About four o'clock Marie joined me. She looked at my sketches. "When you work quickly you bring out the intensity of what you're seeing," she said. "Maybe there is more energy in these sketches than your canvasses?" She was right. But I had always differentiated my sketches from what I thought of as my real art. But I was tired and didn't want to think about painting any more. Marie sensed my tiredness. "Sweetie, she said, "let's go for a swim. You need to relax a bit." "You're right," I said. "So let's go," she said. "And I have a surprise for David. A bikini like yours." "A thong?" She nodded. "I didn't bring it last weekend because I thought it might not be appropriate on the beach. Americans can be rather prudish at times I think," she said. "But when I saw you I thought I also would like to show off my ass." She pronounced "ass" with a long sibilant sssss. "So let's do it," I said. "My brother's lucky day." The three of us walked down to the water together. Marie took my arm and we walked ahead of David. "So he can enjoy both of our asses," she whispered to me. When we got to the water's edge Marie took David's hand and led him out into the waves. I could see that his cock was hard. I walked into the water a little way away from them so not to embarrass him. We got out of the water and spread out our towels and lay down on the sand, David between Marie and me. Marie asked David to rub some sun cream onto her back. She undid the top of her bikini. "Now me," I asked, when he had finished helping Marie. He hesitated, but started rubbing the cream onto my back. Like Marie I undid my bra strap. When he finished with me, Marie sat up, letting her top fall off. She rubbed cream into her shoulders and breasts and stomach. Then she threw the cream back to me with a smile that told me what she thought I should so. So I too let my top fall off and I covered my chest with cream. David looked away as I rubbed it into my breasts. Marie was lying on her side looking at David. "You are so lucky," she said, "being surrounded by such pretty boobies." "Maybe you shouldn't," he said. "You might get a ticket." "A ticket for revealing our boobies? Surely not. It's not like we're showing our poossees." I laughed out loud at how she had pronounced the word. "I love how you say pussy!" And we both lay there saying the word "poossee" over and over again. "Maybe we should show our poossees!" she said. "What do you think, David?" "No, please don't," he said. "But I thought you liked my poossee?" she said. "Yes, but it's not . . . not appropriate, not with Ricki here." "But I think she would like to see my poossee, wouldn't you Ricki?" "That's not what I meant," David said. "I shouldn't be seeing hers." I felt sorry for teasing him. "Don't worry David, I'm not going to show you my poossee if you don't want to see it," I said. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, brushing his arm gently with my breast, and stood up and walked back to the house, leaving them alone on the beach. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ It rained Sunday morning. I got up late and drove into town to do some grocery shopping. When I got back, I made myself some tea and went to my studio. Marie came in a short while later, wearing only panties, and sat on the edge of the daybed. "Where's David?" I asked. "He's on his phone. Some work thing." The rain had cleared up and a soft translucent light was shining through the window behind her. She looked like a mirage, the light shimmering in her blond hair and throwing her naked breasts into relief. I reached for my sketch pad and started to draw her portrait before the light changed. I worked quickly and instinctively, not thinking or analyzing. When I was done I sat looking at the sketch, astonished at what I had achieved. Marie got up and stood behind me to look at the drawing. "You are very talented, sweetie," she said. I looked up at her, my eyes level with her breasts, and returned her smile. "I was inspired," I said. "The beautiful light, your beautiful body . . ." My words trailed away as she leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. Then she stood up and left the room. I stayed sitting in the chair looking at my drawing, my body tingling with the touch of her lips on mine. She kissed me again when I dropped them at the station that evening, this time on the cheek. I returned her kiss, my lips brushing against the corner of her mouth. I drove back to the house with one hand on the steering wheel and the other pressed hard between my legs. Chapter 4 The following Friday I picked David up at the station. "Where's Marie," I asked. "She'll be out tomorrow. She has so much to do before she leaves next week." Later that evening we walked down to the water. I was wearing the thong bikini panties and a cut-off white t-shirt. We stood next to each other in the shallows. "I'm sorry Marie's going back," I said. "That must be very sad for you." "Yes," he said. "But I always knew it was just for the summer. And I'm not going to spoil this weekend by thinking sad thoughts about her leaving." I took his hand and led him further into the water, knowing that he wouldn't able to resist the urge to tackle me. We both ended up, as usual, lying at the water line, hand in hand, looking up at the stars. "But I will miss having sex with her. She's the most exciting girl I've ever been with," he said. "I can't believe my dear brother is talking to me about sex!" I exclaimed. He laughed. "I am a prude, aren't I?" I leaned over and lay on his shoulder, the water lapping over our legs. "Maybe Marie has cured some of that," I said. He kissed my forehead. "Maybe. But when you took off your bikini top last weekend, I was so embarrassed. I don't know why. Many guys see their sister's breasts. It's not such a big deal." "That's the right spirit!" I said. "Come," I said, standing up and reaching for his hands so I could pull him up. I stood in front of him and raised my arms over my head. "What?" he asked. "Pull my t-shirt off." "Why?" he asked. "Because you threw me in the water and soaked it. And because I asked you too." He reached out and pulled it up over my head. He stared at my breasts. "Not such a big deal?" I asked. "You are beautiful," he said. "And you are very sweet," I said. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, my breasts pressing against his chest. His arms went around me, his hands on my shoulders. Then, as we stood in the water, his hands moved slowly down my back until they were just above the top of my panties. Inwardly I was begging him to move them lower, to brush them across my ass. My nipples were erect. Could he feel them? And then I felt a small movement in his groin as his cock began to stir. Please, now, run your hands across my ass, pull me close against your cock, I begged him silently. He kissed me softly on the lips. I returned his kiss, wanting his mouth to open and his tongue to caress mine. His hands moved to my hips and he pulled me against him and I felt his cock, hard now. I want your cock in my pussy, my thoughts pleaded, please my dear brother! But then he stepped back, breaking our embrace. We stood looking at each other, both silent. Then he took my hand. "You are so beautiful sweetie, and I love you so much." "I love you too," I said. He led me back up the beach to the house. When we got there he kissed me on the cheek. "Sleep well sweetie. See you tomorrow." "Sleep well darling brother," I said as he went to his room and closed the door behind him. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Midday Saturday David left to meet Marie at the station. She came to say hello when she arrived, but I stayed in my studio out of their way until dinner time. We ate together, then sat on the porch. Marie had brought a bottle of champagne. "To celebrate a wonderful summer," she said. We sat there drinking champagne and talking. The champagne made me drowsy, and I got up and said I was going to bed. "Not for a while, sweetie," Marie said. "Let's walk down to the water first." She took David's hand. I took his other hand and we walked down the beach. A few yards from the water she told us to stop. As we watched she started to undress. Her t-shirt came off first; then her shorts. I stared at her naked body, soaking in her beauty. "Now Ricki," she said. I obeyed. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then I slipped my bikini panties down my legs and stood there naked for them both to see. "David," she said. He obeyed. He took off his shirt then undid his shorts. We stood together on the beach naked, our eyes exploring each others' bodies in the moonlight. David's cock began to get hard. Marie saw it and laughed. "Come, David, to the water." She took his cock in her hand and led him to the water. I walked behind them watching her ass as she walked down the beach. We stood waist deep in the water, the waves gently brushing over us, until it got too cold. Then we walked back up the beach hand in hand, still naked, David's cock now very hard. I thought Marie would lead him straight to the bedroom but she told him to sit on the couch on the porch. She sat beside him. "Did you know that your brother had such a beautiful cock, sweetie?" I shook my head. She took it in her hand. "It is amazing," she said. "Would you like to watch me masturbate him?" I looked at David's face. He was smiling at me. "Yes," I said. She knelt in front of him and gestured for me to kneel beside her. I watched as her hand held his cock, running up and down his shaft. David was making small moans as her hand stroked him. Her other hand slipped between her legs and she started caressing her pussy. As David was about to cum, Marie leaned forward and guided his cock to her mouth. "Come, sweetie," she said to me. "Help me lick him." I leaned forward and put my face next to hers. I ran my tongue along the length of his cock, my lips brushing against hers. She took him in her mouth and I caressed his shaft with my tongue and lips, kissing his cock, kissing her lips, our mouths pressing together around his cock, our tongues exploring his cock together until his cum shot out into our mouths and over our faces. Marie pressed her mouth hard against mine and she came as her tongue penetrated my mouth. We sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then I kissed David on his cheek and went into the house. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Marie joined me in my studio the next morning. We sat on the bed cross-legged facing each other. She was wearing Daniel's white shirt and sitting like that I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She caught my eyes looking at her pussy. "You like my poossee?" she asked. "It's beautiful," I said, laughing again at her pronunciation. "I loved watching you masturbate last night." She spread her legs wider. "I loved you watching me," she said. Her fingers went between her legs and she spread her lips so I could see the wet pinkness of her pussy. She caressed herself gently, all the time looking at me. "You are so beautiful," I said. "Does it turn you on to watch me?" "Yes, very much." "Do you want to unbutton my shirt?" she asked. I undid the few buttons and slipped it off her shoulders. She sat naked in front of me. I put my hand on her breast and felt the hardness of her nipple. She moaned softly. "Undress for me, sweetie," she said. I stood up from the bed and pulled my t-shirt over my head and undid my shorts and dropped them to the floor. I sat down facing her again, my legs spread. She reached for my hand and drew it towards her pussy. I slid two fingers into her wetness. Her fingers went between my legs. She drew my face towards hers and we kissed as we fucked each other with our fingers, gently at first, but then more firmly. Her fingers and her kisses had made me so wet and my orgasm was building so quickly. Her pussy tightened around my fingers and she came too, kissing me hard on the lips as our orgasms swept through our bodies. Marie took her fingers from my pussy and wiped my wetness on my lips, then ran her fingers down my neck and over my breasts. We sat facing each other, smiling. "Come to Paris," she said. "You can paint during the day and we can make love at night." "I will," I said. She kissed me softly on the lips. "Promise?" I ran my hand along her thigh, wanting to touch her again. "I promise," I said, my fingers exploring her pussy, my lips again pressing against hers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw David standing in the doorway. I caught his eye for a split second as he left. "You better go," I said. "You'll miss your train." She kissed me again and left. A few minutes later I heard them leave the house and the car start. I lay back on the couch and pulled the sheet over me. I closed my eyes to call up an image of Marie kneeling on a bed in front of me and my tongue exploring her pussy and her beautiful ass. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ David woke me with a kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the daybed next to me. "Marie caught her train?" I asked. He nodded. "Sorry to have interrupted you earlier," he said, smiling down at me. I returned his smile. "Did it turn you on to see your little sister's first time with a girl?" "Yes, very much." "Did you get hard? "Very hard." "And are you hard now? He nodded. "Can I see?" He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. He undid his shorts and took them off. He stood next to me with his cock rigid. I pulled the sheet off my body and opened my legs wide so he could see my pussy. "I'm still so wet," I said. I wiped my wetness onto my hand and reached for his cock. He gasped at my touch. I stroked him, watching his face as my hand slid slowly up and down his cock. Then I pulled him to me, guiding his cock towards my pussy. He knelt between my spread legs. I pulled him forward so the tip of his cock was against the lips of my pussy. Then I slid down on the couch, slowly pushing myself against his cock, pushing it inside me. We both let out long soft moans. He leaned over me and kissed me and started fucking me, slowly, gently, but his kisses and thrusts quickly building in intensity. My orgasm built quickly, and I came as he shot his cum into my pussy. David lay on top of me, his cock still in me, his head cradled on my shoulder. I stroked his hair. We kissed softly. "That was so wonderful," he said. "So you'll fuck me again?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "When? In another five years?" "Next weekend." "When Mom and Dad will be back," I said, frowning at him. "So I'll sneak into your bed when they're asleep." "They'll wake up. They're such light sleepers." "I'll be very quiet." "Yeah. Just like you were with Marie?" "I'll be extra quiet, I promise." "You're saying that I can't excite you as much as Marie does?" "That's not what I meant, sweetie," he said, kissing me, "and you know it." I held him tightly against me.. My hand held his cock and felt it begin to grow again. I turned him over on the bed so he was below me, then moved down so my face was next to his cock. "So now, finally, can I suck your cock?" I asked. "I thought you did a pretty good job last night." He said. "I had Marie's help," I said. "This time it'll be all my own work." I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him gently and slowly as I looked him in the eyes, watching the excitement on his face, waiting patiently for the moment when my darling brother would lose control and shoot his cum deep into my mouth.

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Title: Chapter Two: Initiation by Felinix Tags: Cat, Character Development, Fox, M/F, Plot Development, Story Series, Teacher, Vaginal, Vanilla **Chapter 2: Initiation** I was staying with a friend of mine who had graciously put up with me for weeks now without any compensation. It was the same situation in his apartment as normal. He was gaming, his girlfriend was passed out upstairs as far as I knew, and I could go to my little corner desk with a spare computer to work on things. Tonight it was all about reading the contract. It was no longer just an agreement. I already agreed. It was binding. It was a contract. I filled the first section out, entered all the right information, and then moved on to the actual literature. Gregory hadn't lied; it was all really standard stuff. I won't be a vandal, I won't steal, I will not partake in criminal activity while in residence at House of Delta. I found it strange that they didn't call it Delta House. I knew that delta meant change, for lack of a better word, but putting it in front or after the word house didn't mean anything different to me. Still, it wasn't my house. Then came the interesting part. "I will not partake in non-consensual acts while living in House of Delta. Addendum: non-consensual acts will never occur while living in House of Delta." That sounded good enough. "I consent to the program of sexual activity during my stay at House of Delta." I didn't know why it would be called a program, but after that line it was all really just going into the specifics of what it had already stated. I signed my name at the bottom and my heart skipped a beat. I felt a smile curl my lips that I couldn't stop. I used the computer to check on the funds I had stashed away from so many summer jobs and years of temp work. I had a good nest egg going, enough for my tuition and some extra, at least for a year or two if I didn't spend on anything else. That would be my rent. In a place that nice I couldn't imagine my expenses being too high. If everything's provided for meager rent and some chores, what would I need after that? I tried to sleep, but it just wouldn't come to me. The roll out mattress was just not soft enough to cradle me to sleep. I thought of my sister, still stuck in the foster home. There was nothing I could do about that until the government deemed me fit enough to be a caregiver, and she couldn't leave until she was 18. I told her to stay and tough it out while we were both in school. It was the same with me, only I went right into general labour, working my way through paychecks to get into medicine, so I could support the two of us. Before finally managing to close my eyes for longer than a second I whispered, "Don't give up on me yet Kerry." Morning came far too slowly for me. I was awake a while ago, with less than two hours sleep under my eyes. It was a Saturday though, so it wasn't like there were classes to worry about. I slipped into my only other pair of jeans and put on a fresh shirt. At least I thought it was fresh. My friend said he was sorry to see me go and that he was proud of me for finally finding a place. I know I was a burden on him and his girlfriend though. They had wanted their privacy for months but I was always around. He was thankful to see me go too. He even said I could have the travel bag. It was small, and held everything I owned, which wasn't much, just my clothes and a few books. It was still early so I walked across the campus to House of Delta instead of taking the bus. The sun had risen and shone every now and then between breaks in the layer of cloud left over from the night before. Despite the grey air around me my spirits couldn't be lowered. The house came into view as I turned a corner, a small building from where I stood, though I knew how big it really was. It really didn't look that big from the outside. The grand entrance, the main gallery, the sweeping staircase. I couldn't even imagine the upstairs, even after Gregory's description last night. The crosswalk couldn't change fast enough, though as soon as I made the first step onto the walkway in front of the house I stalled. It seemed enormous. The architecture was almost medieval, all carved stone. Gargoyles I hadn't noticed last night were plain now that I saw them in the daylight, and the inner glow of the gallery was nothing more than dark windows showing only natural light inside. Every step I took towards the structure the building took two steps away. I stepped faster, a sense of immensity swarming all around me. I could feel the pressure outside rising, my ears popped, I was drowning, submerged in a world I didn't understand nor could ever fathom. It wasn't about the sex. I hadn't lived in any place as permanent as this before. Even living on the bare bones hand outs and crash spaces of my friends I was free to just up and leave whenever I wanted to. Living in a place required commitment. I was overwhelmed. I felt myself backing away. I felt hot tears on my face and the shame that came with never having a home and then suddenly having one land at my feet. Why should I be so lucky? The door opened without me ringing or knocking. Alice was there and a smile of rueful excitement on her face changed when she saw me. She watched me take a step back, shake my head. I dropped my things. A book I had been carrying fell open onto the pavement, the corner landed in mud. I was breathing hard, turning, I could feel myself running, going nowhere. I wasn't moving at all. Alice was behind me, her arms wrapped tightly around me in a warm embrace. "It's okay to be afraid. Don't go just yet, please?" Despite myself I could hear my voice ask "Why me?" She turned me. I hadn't expected her to be quite so strong, but I was facing her in a moment and looking through blurred vision into her eyes as she said, "I knew as soon as you walked in that it would be you. You're lost Simon. We're going to find you again. You may not believe me but you're already special here. We ask for a lot. Gregory and I. We know we do. But when a tenant leaves here they are changed. Better. Whole." She swept the back of her hand across my cheek. I don't think I've ever felt anything so nice in my life. She wiped a tear from my cheek and with feline grace flicked it away. "I know it seems a terrible big step to take all at once. It always feels that way at first. But I promise you we'll both make you feel more than welcome." My stomach growled. It would be right then. As the mood was changing. Alice looked down within the embrace, then turned her eyes back up to me. She chuckled, made an audible giggle, and then a laugh erupted from her throat. She hugged me again, using me for support as she went into a laughing fit. "Oh Simon, we'll make you feel welcome and we'll feed you. How does that sound?" She didn't wait for an answer, but took me by the hand and picked up the book I'd dropped with the other. She blew the street dust off and made sure to hold the muddy corner away. She led me to my collapsed bag and then took me inside. I shivered violently, partly of the warmth chasing the chills out of me and partly because I suddenly felt naked without Alice's hand grasping mine. She slid my bag to the side near the table I had put my shoes under the night before and smiled. "Make yourself at home Simon. I'll clean this up for you. There's a powder room just down there on your right and the kitchen is at the end of the hall. Wash up a bit and join us there. I made plenty." I wasn't sure I could remember ever being mothered before. Not like that at least. I shook out the thought before it brought up my real mother. The bathroom, or powder room, if she wanted to call it that, had a tall square mirror that shone when I turned on the lights. It was polished glass, not a speck of grime anywhere. I washed my face and cleared the red from my eyes carefully so as not to splash any water anywhere but the sink for fear I might wreck something. It was so pristine that it seemed a shame to use at all. With my shoes under the table again I made my way to the kitchen, where a breakfast fit for a king had been served up in woven baskets and little porcelain cups filled with spreads and cream. I stood there a moment just to look at it. It was out of a movie or a home decorating magazine. I blinked and willed my mouth to close. The kitchen was bigger than my living space at my friend's apartment, the dining area bigger than the apartment itself, and the south facing windows let in volumes of natural light that made the entire area glow. Though the lights overhead helped a good deal with that today. "Sit. Eat," said Alice, who came up behind me. Gregory was sitting at the table munching on something with red jam on it totally engrossed in the newspaper. He looked up at me when he heard Alice speak and smiled. "Ah. Our first visitor. Hopefully for a while as well. Did you bring the form?" I reached into my pocket and produced the contract silently. He stood and took it from my hands, reading over my entries, nodding at the signature. "Good. Good. Simon Burns, welcome to House of Delta." He shook my hand again and then resumed eating. I took a seat as well, eating bits here and there before my stomach finally commanded better and I took a stack of toast, three eggs, a cup of juice, a hot cup of tea, strips of bacon, and a few sausages. I was stuffed, but I couldn't remember the last time I had ever eaten so well. There were lots of things I was suddenly not remembering about my former life. I realized then that I was already thinking of it as a former life. I couldn't do that. Not yet. There was still too much of me left in my past to just wipe the slate clean. As Alice put it, I wasn't whole yet. While I was eating the doorbell rang and I could only presume it would be Lily, that avian girl from last night. I blushed when I thought of her suddenly. I'd never been very close to an avian before, only admired them from afar for their natural beauty. I had never felt feathers before, but they looked so soft. It must be amazing to... When Lily arrived at the table she seemed to be all business, handing over the contract with a formality that said she had done this sort of thing before many times and was stoically accepting the terms of the agreement but would take no comment about them. She wasn't the meek little girl from last night. She took a seat beside me and Alice took hers at the head of the table. I could feel the chill running off Lily's icy shoulders. Alice smiled at me, I smiled back, and then she welcomed everyone to her home in a formally jovial manner that only someone like her could pull off. She helped herself to a few more bits and pieces of breakfast, having eaten beforehand, just to make appearances for Lily, who, for lack of a better phrase, ate like a bird. "After breakfast I'll show you both to your rooms. If you've got anything heavy Gregory will carry it for you. They don't get the best light, but they're spacious enough for everything, I'm sure. Can I help either of you unpack?" "No, thanks," said Lily. "Yes, please," I said. Alice giggled, "That settles that then. Eat up." Breakfast ended and the dishes were cleared. Some went to the machine, others to the fridge; others still were washed by hand. I helped, not to boast, and Gregory showed me where everything went, though I don't think I'll remember it all for a while yet. After that Gregory left to run some errands, leaving Alice with Lily and I. She was more than happy to give us the grand tour. She showed us our rooms. Spacious didn't really cover it. My room alone was the size of my friend's apartment, and came complete with a queen sized bed and a walk-in closet. I didn't spend much time looking at Lily's room; she seemed out of sorts and wanted her privacy. Alice didn't seem to mind either. She showed me the whole upper floor. Despite the size of the building there were only three bedrooms. One master and two smaller ones. The master had its own ensuite bathroom but Lily and I would be sharing. I didn't mind. I had always shared a bathroom. Alice made a face and told me under her breath not to take up all the hot water. She said that it would probably ruffle a few feathers if I knew what she meant. I suppose I don't have to say that I liked Alice, so when she was helping me unpack I couldn't help but steal a glance here and there as she bent over or turned a certain way. Though considering how few things I actually owned it didn't last very long. When I had put everything on a single shelf in the closet she piped up with, "Now that won't do. Boys your age are supposed to have knick knacks and things to fill up shelves. The room hardly looks like you live here yet." "Just give it a few weeks. I'll live this room to pieces." I didn't mean it to sound quite like that, but it made Alice laugh, and I felt myself calming down already. Alice, for her part, kept her cool so well I could hardly tell anything about her. Though she heard Lily's room door shut and smiled at me. I couldn't help but feel very exposed at that moment. Alice closed my door, leaving us very much alone. Was this really happening? "Gregory told me what you said in the interview last night." Nope. I looked at the floor, at my socks with holes torn for my nails. I didn't answer, but she approached anyway and sat beside me on the bed. "I was sorry to hear about your bad experiences." She paused, just the right amount of time too, for what she said next. "I'm sorry about your mom." I shook my head, feeling the memory come back. "Please don't. I don't want to talk about her." She was gracious and apologized for bringing it up. I suspected that she'd bring it up again, though I couldn't be sure in what way. "Is it all right if I ask you what made you send us your reply?" "Didn't Gregory tell you?" "He did. But it's better to hear it from the one who actually said the words. It's more believable." "You didn't believe him when he told you?" She smiled and I rose, paced a few steps from the bed. I couldn't be so close to her. "I did," She leaned back and scooted onto the bed so she could lay on her side, propping her head up with one arm. She was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen. Say what you want about older women. She didn't say anything then, and I suspected that she wanted me to answer her question anyway. "When I read your ad I felt like I knew what you were both about. I mean, not really. I couldn't have been prepared for the whole agreement thing. But I knew you were good people." "Just from reading our ad?" "It sounds stupid but I can tell what people are like by their writing. I can't do that in person." "It doesn't sound stupid Simon." Her voice seemed to drop in volume, though I couldn't really be sure. "It sounds like a gift." "Can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Have you been completely honest about what happens here? Can you really promise me that you're not going to keep me here against my will?" She took a moment to sit up, and then she met my gaze fully, though not forcefully. "Yes. I can swear it. Both Gregory and I have been completely honest to you. You signed a contract with us in the sense that you do consent to our rules while you're living here. The contract does not say anywhere that you're required to live here. If you were to decide tomorrow that you wanted nothing to do with us, you would be free to go." She stood up, came to me, wrapped her arms around my chest and held me close. I could feel her breath on me, and her lips, those beautiful feline lips were so close that I could smell the lipstick she was wearing. "But I would be sorry to see you leave. I also meant what I said outside about leaving here whole. No one has ever been evicted; no one has ever given us cause to evict them. Likewise no one has ever left with bad feelings before." Her lips were closer now; her nose was brushing the fur of my cheek. I stiffened my back, my heart skipped a beat. "We will help you become the person you want to be." She turned my chin with a hand so that I was looking her in the eyes, "The person that I see you can become." Then her lips were on mine. Her body was so close that the heat made me break into a sweat. Her hands made no other movements, it was all her mouth. We kissed so passionately that I forgot where I was. My eyes closed and I tilted my head to deepen the contact. Her tongue was in my mouth as mine explored the contours of hers. My long muzzle left wet marks on her cheeks where I opened too wide. I had no idea how I was doing, but I could feel her grow more insistent. I had no idea what to do, but she was right there to guide me. She took my hands and moved them to her breasts. The soft warm globes of flesh melted under my groping fingers. For a while I was so entranced by the feeling that she mewled and told me not to be so rough. After that it was perfect, and the more I continued the massage the further down her hands slid, until they were gripping the button of my jeans and undoing the fly. I was too out of it to feel self-conscious anymore. I just wanted her. I coveted Gregory's wife and the thought did not make me ashamed. My pants fell, followed by my underwear. Then she backed away. The warmth of her body leaving made me shiver and I realized that my penis was hanging, well, standing upright, in the open. I had never been exposed like that before, but before I could protest, she lifted her shirt, revealing the full luscious breasts I had only just been feeling beneath the fabric. Her bra followed quickly, and she gestured with a finger for me to join her again. With my lower half and her upper half uncovered we met again in an embrace. It was all I could do not to explode as my wildest dreams were suddenly coming true. She lifted my shirt by sliding her palms upward across my belly and chest, leaving me completely bare. I wasn't in great shape, she must have seen that, and I wanted to blush at my own inadequacy, but she only smiled. "You're gorgeous." She said reassuringly, as though reading my mind. Rather than slip her bottoms off herself she had me do the honours. She hooked my thumbs around the hem of her loose-fitting pants, and slowly pushed them down, over her hips, releasing her tail from the buttoned hook at the back, and across her thighs. I was kneeling when I was finished, kneeling before what I could only describe as a goddess. Her hips were slender but shapely, and she had the barest bulge of a belly. She wasn't thin, truth be told, not supermodel thin at least, but she was not even an ounce overweight either. Her body was lovely. My nose was at her navel, and though I would have been perfectly willing, she guided me upwards again, away from between her legs and instead moved to sidle onto the bed. It was queen sized for a reason, and I smiled again, this time taking the initiative myself to kiss her. She met and returned my attention fervently, tilting sideways until she was lying on her back. Her hands held me above her, poised at my sides and stroking up and down. "Is this your first time?" she asked. I nodded, whispered, "Yeah." It seemed a faux pas to speak above a whisper at a time like this. "Then go slow." She was hushed as well, and I noted that it put me more at ease. She helped me into position; her legs were spread wide for me, my own spread only enough to stay balanced. She helped me lower myself towards her. The heat from her molten folds rose like a cloud from her body and my cock twitched in anticipation and lust. With one gentle hand she stroked my erection, aimed it at her lower lips, and then nodded, biting her lip in a way I found unbelievably cute. I did what she meant for me to do and felt my flesh sink into the beautifully hot moist chamber between her legs. She made a gentle sigh just for me and smiled, sinking deeper into the pillow and bedspread, bringing me with her. "Slowly now, just work all the way to the hilt, that's it... ah, wonderful. And slowly move back, mmm." I didn't think I needed instructions right now, but the more she said the better it felt. She was teaching me, and it was the most pleasurable lesson I'd ever received. Gradually I began to pick up the pace, my lust rising, the inevitable coming. Her mewls soon turned to moans, though they weren't as obscene as the ones in porn. I didn't want to mute her. To me the sounds she made were the best encouragement I could ever receive, and I redoubled my efforts to please her. I had seen something in porn once, and tried it, reaching down with one hand while I distracted her with another passionate kiss and stroking the hood of her clit. I knew where to find it, it's not that hard. I brought the nub free and began stroking and pinching right there. That was when her arms came around my neck, pulling me down hard. Her hips began to work in tandem with mine, offering counter thrusts in eagerness. "Oh yes... oh god! Simon... please, finish with me... I'm so close now!" I couldn't have held on if my life depended on it. Hearing those words made me lose control. I burst in climax deep inside her, my shaft throbbing, swollen, her nether lips puffy with pleasure as well. I continued pumping weakly, driving the last few streams of my load inside her and pinched her clit again. That was all it took for her. Her climax erupted around me, soaking my hips with a hot spray of juices, some of which I suspect were mine, driven out by force. Her inner walls clamped down around my shaft and even though I was hypersensitive I couldn't pull away. I couldn't leave her. She reached to the side and grabbed the blanket, tossing the section we weren't laying on over top of us, two sweating bodies shivering in the coolness of the room. She was breathing hard into my face and I into hers. I remained plugged deep inside her velvet embrace, hard but spent for now. "Mmm, if I ask you to do that for me every day, would you say no?" she asked. I had just enough of my faculties left to answer, "That's a trick question, right?" She smiled and kissed me again. "I knew you were the one. No one else even came close. I was so happy you didn't leave last night." Her legs curled around my back, her toes combing through the fur of my tail. "I'm glad I didn't leave too. I'm glad you convinced me to stay. I... I'm glad my first time was with you." She blushed, and I couldn't help but think that it wasn't just for my benefit. "You're going to be a wonderful lover Simon. Now, just lay on top of me like this for a while. I love this feeling." I wouldn't have moved anyway, but I would stay as still as a statue for her at that moment. If this was an initiation of sorts, I would say I had passed. Though as much as it might be a test for me, it was a test for her as well. I knew it was real. I knew that the contract was real, that the entire proposition of sex with my landlords was real. I couldn't help but replay what Gregory had asked me last night in my head. "Would you have sex with me?" I still wasn't sure. I'm not gay. I had never even considered another man an option. But... the possibility was more open than before. I had Alice to enjoy for now though; Gregory could wait.

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Title: Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed Tags: mature, humiliation, unwilling, prostitution, submission, reluctant, watching *As always I encourage all comments. I do take note of all opinions* My name is Julie, I am 50 years old. 5ft tall, black hair, with I suppose just an average figure. Although my friends say I am quite pretty, that's as far as it goes, otherwise I am rather nondescript. I am also a thief. Let me explain. I had been married to the same man (Robert) for 30 years, when he tragically died and left me alone. Although I am over his death now, I struggled to cope financially on my own. We had a circle of friends on the same housing estate that we lived on, who were not mega rich, but they mostly had two incomes and could afford a new car every couple of years, always had a good annual holiday and the women always had enough disposable income to keep their wardrobe up-to-date and with the prevailing fashion of the time. I didn't want to steal for the usual greedy reasons, I just felt that if suffering the death of a husband wasn't enough, to be condemned to live poor, always struggling to make ends meet as well, was unfair on me. I wasn't looking to steal for luxury, just for everyday nice things. I work in the cash office of the local supermarket, this is a privately owned business not a large chain. One day I simply looked at all the money laid around after the tills had cashed in and thought, "Look at all that money that is going to one person. I don't want it all, but why can't I have just a little of it?" So I took some money and simply made the appropriate alteration in the ledger - it was so simple I couldn't believe it! The out-of-character stealing continued for a few months and I enjoyed the new found comfort it gave me. There is a saying that if something seems too good to be true, then, it usually isn't. I got caught. ..................................... My name is Jack, I am 22 years old and my father owns the local supermarket in our small town. I didn't want to go into the family business but I failed to find a job anywhere else and due to my computer 'savvy' I was pushed into taking a junior I.T. role in the business. I had only been there a few weeks, when I discovered that someone was stealing from the office. The person was not very clever about it, as a simple audit trail showed the same person making adjustments in the computerized ledger at the same time and for the same amount every week. I never came into contact with the staff and none of them knew who I was and vice versa. I decided that before taking my findings to my father, I would 'suss' out who it was first. I asked discrete questions and had the employee pointed out to me and which desk they worked at. I went down and had a stealthy look. That's when all my plans came into my head, that's why, when I saw who the person concerned was, I knew I had to try and turn this to my advantage. This was so very exciting and rich with potential for me. Like all guys my age I grew up in the era of the internet. I have accessed an absolute mountain of porn and had hundreds of gigs downloaded and stored on my HDD. Over the years looking at porn, I have developed what you might call an all consuming love of the mature woman. I have absolutely no idea why and I wouldn't try to rationalize it, simply we are all different and get turned on by different things. Although I can appreciate the 'hot teen' that is abundant online, I always found myself being drawn to the 'real woman', the mature woman attracted me 'warts and all'. I found myself being attracted to plainer, everyday natural women and even found their flaws and imperfections to be sexy. I found these women sexier even more so than the perfect, young, flawless, cheerleader teen that seemed so plastic and fake to me, that I was supposed to be into. Just one example to explain would be tits, believe it or not I actually find saggy tits more attractive than the harder uplifted ones. A mature woman's tits as they sag slightly and the nipples point downward a little are, in my opinion, a perfect example of a 'real woman'. So that's why Julie was not only a woman to take advantage of, she was (to me) perfect wanking material. She was probably an old cock happy slut that had had more cock than most, but that didn't matter one bit. ........................ I was at home one evening, when I looked in my bag and saw that a typed note had been put inside by someone. Curiously I opened the folded paper. That was when my world came crashing down and my life changed forever. "I know that you are stealing from work, and I have all the documentary evidence ready to hand over to your employer and to the police. The amount you have been stealing would certainly mean that you are facing a custodial sentence. Think about this I will contact you in again in due course." "Oh my God, I thought, prison?" I had never considered that possibility. I hardly sleep for two nights as I waited for whoever knew about me to contact me again. ..................... I had no idea how Julie would respond to my plans for blackmailing her. I decided to start off very gently to enable me to slowly ease her into doing my bidding. I sent her a package and her instructions. .................... A few days after the initial contact was made, there was a knock at the door. I was given a small parcel by the delivery guy and took it inside to open it. I had no idea who it was from. I opened the packet and took out the contents. It took my brain a few seconds to actually register what I held in my hands. I was holding a black lacy suspender belt, a packet of black stockings and a pair of high heel shoes. In a daze I read the note and digested my instructions - my God I was being blackmailed! ........................ I had to know, before trying to force the woman into extremes of sexual activity, that she would actually do as I said and submit to me. She could decide to run headlong to the police or my father confessing all, rather than subjecting herself to what I had planned for her. To this end, tonight was a simple taster. It was aimed at getting her used to being blackmailed and for me to find out her reactions. I had Julie wear her stockings and suspenders, heels and not-too-short (easy does it I thought) skirt and to take a tour around several pubs and clubs of the town. I knew where I could observe the places I had instructed her to be and armed with an expensive camera I set off to observe. I was in the corner of a room in the pub she was to visit first. I was sat where I knew I would be able to see whatever was to happen. I had waited ages and was just about to give up hope, when the door to the lounge bar opened and in walked a rather plain looking mature woman. "My God she is actually here! I thought, she is actually going to go through with it." I was surprised and not a little excited, Julie wore a knee length black skirt and I knew what else was underneath, because I instantly recognized the shoes that I had sent her. I watched her get a drink from the bar and very, very unsteadily, in unfamiliar (although I didn't know this) heels she walked across the room and sat herself down. This was the crucial moment, this was when I would truly find out if I was going to be in business or not. After what seemed like an eternity, Julie took a drink like she needed it then, looking round to make sure no one was watching, she hitched her skirt up her thigh. I had a semi hard on already just purely on anticipation. When she crossed her legs and revealed a glimpse of her stocking top and her suspender clasp as it tugged the nylon upwards, my cock lurched a little more. When I saw her white milky thigh just above her stocking, it looked so alluring in contrast to the black, it became a full erection. I won't describe each and every time she did this, but she toured the bars as instructed, sitting on bar stools, chairs and benches giving the same show. She obviously attracted the leering looks of some males. This wasn't all men because she was incredibly subtle about it, but the seasoned lechers who were constantly on the look out for things like this, got a treat. And I got plenty photographs. Julie decided that her loathsome ordeal was over, drank up and left the last bar. I couldn't believe my fucking luck, boy, was I going to enjoy this. .................. I got home and wasted no time in rushing upstairs to my bedroom. I took off the disgusting clothing that I had been forced to show myself in and immediately got in the shower. I needed to cleanse myself. At this point I think you need to understand who and what I am. Like I said I am 50 years old and quite pretty but otherwise plain. The reason I had found this little show of mine so disgusting, was simply my upbringing. I had puritanical parents, who had equally puritanical friends. This was not a great recipe for a marriage between the two couple's offspring. I found myself married to an equally (actually more) shy man as I was. My husband was a good, caring, loving man and I cannot fault him in anyway. Unfortunately the only thing I learned in the bedroom from such a man was duty. He had sexual intercourse with me at irregular intervals. It was not exciting or even that pleasurable in fact. He would take his pleasure of me when his body needed it, always done in the same place/time/manner. The orgasms that I did manage to achieve over the years, owed more to my husband sometimes taking longer to finish than usual, therefore lasting long enough for me to take my own pleasure, than it did to any exciting sex. Sexual intercourse was a grunting, rutting duty I had to endure as a wife, my husband neither wanted nor demanded anything more of me. The clothes I wore were functional, bland and drab, therefore when that package arrived I was shocked at their lewdness. .............. As I looked at the photographs of Julie, I couldn't help but stroke my cock. As I said before I have a massive thing for the mature woman. I had trawled the net on mature sites for years and collected thousands of clips. If I was on the street and a mother and daughter came towards me, of course I would look at the daughter to see if there was any camel toe on show, nipple pokies etc, but the real object of my attention was always the mother. I was not into the forward, aggressive confident type, the sort who tried to compete with their daughters, wearing clothes too tight for them or 20 years too young. The older woman who made a show of herself trying to be attractive was quite simply UN-attractive. When you are young, you somehow get the impression that old women (40+!!) dried up, that somehow their tits shriveled and the pussy dried up and that somehow their bodies just gave in. I had gathered a library full of the homemade, amateur, type of clips from the net that taught me differently and educated my naive, inexperienced mind into understanding just how beautiful a woman remained through middle age. So when I saw a woman such as Julie or any other lady like her, dressed conservatively and more demurely than some of their counterparts, I found it sexy and yearned for what I knew lay hidden beneath that woman-next-door facade. I knew Julie was just a slut-whore like the rest and I was determined to use the old cum-slut for my own gratification. ................ A few days after my ordeal I was starting to feel more relaxed, my ordeal was over. Whoever was blackmailing me had had their fun and I had paid my dues (as humiliating as it was.) The memory of several men trying to look up my skirt, whilst knowing what they could see was revolting, but at least it was over now. ............... I had a friend who worked at the local cinema who was to provide me with the next stage of my plan. There was a suspended walkway from the ceiling that was used for access to the stage when it had been a theatre. This walkway was covered in and the glass painted black. You never noticed this from the auditorium, but I had been along the walkway and knew that with a little square scratched from the paint, I would have my perfect vantage point. ............... I got home from work one day and entered through the front door. I bent down for the post and noticed an unstamped envelope. I opened the letter and read the contents. "Oh God no". I thought my ordeal was over, yet here on a printed sheet were more instructions that I had to follow, if I wanted to stay out of prison. I was instructed to go to a local cinema at a certain time and sit in a specific seat and to see what would happen. A man would sit by me and I was to engage in whatever activity was asked of me. The inference was clear. "Never, never, never." I spoke aloud through gritted teeth. I would not lower myself to this filth and degradation. Just then my mobile phone gave a little ping to say I had received a message. I opened my messages and saw the text. "Have you got my next little task yet? I await your acceptance." That was all it said. I realized I had to call this person's bluff, I could not in all conscience allow myself to do whatever it was they had planned, so I replied. "Go to hell you nasty blackmailer, I will not lower myself to this level, do your worst." I shut my phone off and was determined to bluff my way out of my predicament. I didn't turn my phone back on until I was in the office the following day. That morning I watched the boy from the post room walk down the office handing out the correspondence. Just as he was entering Mr. Grove the owner's office I heard the familiar ping of my phone again. "Good morning my little playmate, I hope you slept well and are in good health today." I wanted to shut the phone there and then but the message went on. "Did you see young Tom the post room boy enter Mr. Grove's office? Well I suggest you hurry on in there, because there is a buff envelope on the top of his incoming mail you might be interested in. Good luck sweetie," it finished. "Oh God no, he wouldn't would he?" (The sexual angle to all this had led me to assume a male was involved) I thought. I ran for the office and just blundered in. "Oh sorry Mr. Grove, but there is a letter for me, that has got mixed up in your post. Ah here it is I will take it back with me." Mr. Grove just grunted as he was on the phone and just muttered something like, "Oh, ok Julie fine." I could not wait until I had a break to look in the envelope, so I hurried of to the ladies to open it. I sat on the toilet and tore the letter open and took out the contents. "My God, I thought he is deadly serious." In the package was a covering letter to the company and computer printouts of all the incriminating transactions. I had called his bluff and lost, he had actually gone ahead and sent all the evidence against me to my employer. I now realized that this was someone playing for keeps and I had decisions to make. He would not hesitate in denouncing me. As if I needed one last push, the high resolution photographs of me sat in different pubs, alone, skirt high on my thighs, with stocking tops and suspenders on view to anyone who cared to look closely enough, simply closed the deal. I was beaten. ...................... I had engaged in brinksmanship, if she had not retrieved the letter it would have been all over. Now that she had reacted in the way she had, it meant I had proved that I would do as I threatened. I had her. I didn't want to expose myself to my little victim too early. Although I wanted to have the old slut myself, I thought patience was a virtue and my time would come. To test her resolve without revealing myself as her blackmailer, I needed a guy I could use. I had a mate called Paul who would fuck absolutely anything, we all used to joke that his own granny wasn't safe - and she was dead! I primed him with the story that was doing the rounds of an older woman who liked to do young lads 'favours' in the local cinema. Although Paul wasn't stupid, his cock ruled his head and he saw nothing of a set up when I told him the time she was said to attend the cinema and that she always sat in the same place. I know it sounds corny, but a lad Paul's age, 'young, dumb and full of cum' had only one thing on his mind now. I knew when the quietest time at the cinema was and after talking to my friend who worked there, I picked a mid afternoon slot where they were often virtually empty. I gave Julie her instructions and went to take up my spot in the cinema walkway. I had no idea if she would show. .................... I could not believe that I was putting myself in such a position as this. Dressed the same way I had walked the town in the first night of my torment, I entered the cinema and sat where I had been instructed, right on the back row. I settled to watch the film but I couldn't concentrate, my senses were alive to every little movement around me. After a while the inevitable happened, a boy of about 20 or so came and sat right next to me. I tried to ignore him but he started making rude and lewd comments and coming on to me. I knew I had to comply with my abuser and let this loathsome individual touch me. He began running his hand up my leg and tried to push his hand up my skirt. I grimaced as I allowed his hand access and felt his fingers reach my stocking tops. "Fucking hell, he said, you have come ready for action haven't you!" After several minutes of this groping, whilst trying to get past my defenses and put his fingers on the crotch of my panties, he leaned into me and said. "Suck my cock girl." I was mortified, it was disgusting and I was not going to stand for it. As he tried to pull me down to his groin area, I fought him off until my phone made the familiar ping of a message received. I used this as an excuse to untangle myself from his octopus like groping and read the message. "DO IT." I was shocked and suddenly looked around me in a panic. Where was he? How did he know what was happening? I felt all resistance leave me, my blackmailer was somewhere he could see us. I was not going to be able to get out of this without doing as he demanded. Taking me for a loose woman, the boy lay back as he realized that he was about to get lucky. All the stories about the 'old slut' were true, here she was about to perform oral sex on him. Without any finesse, he quickly fumbled in his trousers and took out his semi rigid penis. I don't know what he took my hesitation for (I think he thought I was impressed and wanted to savour the moment) but in a mocking tone he said, "Come on darling, it won't bite you," and laughed. As I lowered myself towards his groin, I saw his hard angry looking penis. It was about the same size as my late husbands. I encircled the girth with my fingers and felt the hot, powerful, pulsing, throbbing energy within the hard eager penis. I smelled the musty aroma of him as I peeled back his smooth foreskin revealing a swollen, purple, angry head. The last vestiges of my self esteem disappeared and I silently apologized to my late husband for the disgraceful act I was about to perform. I opened my mouth and let my lips encircle the helmet. I was useless. I performed the task in a perfunctory manner. I had given my husband oral sex before on several occasions, however they were always as a precursor to penetration - I simply did it until he was hard enough to penetrate me. I had no technique whatsoever. This horrible boy in the cinema had to tell me how to fellate him. At his prompting, I ran my lips up and down his length, stopping to give the helmet of few sucks now and then, all the time slowly working my hand up and down the penis. He kept raising his hips and trying to push the throbbing pole into the back of my throat, making me gag. As I said before I had only done this before as a way of getting my husband erect, so when this horrible boy grunted and started calling me filthy names, I had no idea what was about to happen. I was taken totally and absolutely by surprise, when his semen suddenly erupted and started filling my mouth. In my total naivety, I had never even considered that someone may actually ejaculate into the woman's mouth. I felt hot salty strings of semen hitting the back of my throat, I could feel jet after jet of his hot juice coating the insides of my cheeks and laying in cables along my tongue. He jerked his hips towards my face each time yet another hot jet flew into my unwilling mouth. I instinctively tried to pull away from this spewing rod in my mouth, but he held my head down by grabbing a handful of my hair. On and on he jerked until finally sated, he let go of my hair and sank back into his chair. Free of these constraints, with my mouth full of a man's semen for the first time ever, I pulled my head up and away from him. Without thinking I simply opened my mouth to rid myself of the foul substance. My face was still pointed down towards his groin, so therefore the semen simply ran from my mouth all over his penis, testicles and his trousers. "You stupid, dirty fucking whore, he snarled at me when he saw the damage, what the hell am I going to tell my girlfriend when I get home and my clothes are covered in jizz? You useless fucking bitch." ............................. It was fucking hilarious! As I watched the old slut blow my mate, suddenly she seemed to lose control over his spunk in her mouth and coughed it all back up. I assumed she had sucked many cocks and swallowed more semen than the Bermuda Triangle at her age, so I could only put it down as an accident. "The photos are going to be fucking awesome," I laughed. I watched as Julie hastily grabbed her things and timidly hurried away under a torrent of abuse from Paul. She scurried down the aisle and out of the cinema. I was excited and eager to push on with the plans I had for the old slut. I was tempted to try and have her myself, but I was unsure whether to expose myself to her at this point. As I had no idea if she had ever seen me in the office adjoining my father's at work, I was worried that if she had, she might put two and two together and somehow work out that it was me who was blackmailing her. I also needed to see just how far she would allow me to push her before refusing to comply with my orders. I wanted to watch (and photograph) her getting fucked. I wanted to fuck her myself, but it wasn't as though I was missing out on a virgin or anything by letting someone else go first. She must have had plenty cock in her time, so me waiting one more in line wouldn't make any difference. .......................... A couple of days passed after my enforced oral sex with the stranger in the cinema. I had battled with myself over the morals of what I had done and (surprisingly for me) decided I could not condemn myself totally, as the fate that would befall me should I not comply was worse (or was it to such a clean living woman as me?) I began to hope that I had paid my penance as the days came and went with no further contact, but my life took another dramatic turn with the arrival of the days post. The instructions ordered me to go out that evening, to dress as instructed and to go to a certain bar. My heart was sinking and my life taking another lurch into the abyss as I read on. A man would approach me and open a conversation about the decor in the bar. I was to do as he wished. ........................ I had another friend I decided to use for the next stage. Tom was like Paul, namely cunt-mad. I primed him with a cover story about this older woman I had heard about and 'wound him up' to it. I posted the instructions (avoiding traceable electronic communications that one day may be evidence against me.) and awaited the next installment with ever increasing excitement. ....................... I won't even bother explaining the torment and turmoil my mind was in as I agonized over the decision of what to do. Suffice it to say the usual threats of imprisonment, accompanied by photographs of me in a cinema with a man's penis in my mouth and with sperm gushing from my mouth, helped me make the terrible, terrible choice. As I walked down the street I could hear my heels clicking on the pavement, I hesitated at the doorway to the pub, took a deep breath and entered. I got a drink at the bar and sat down in a quiet corner. It was quite a while before I noticed a small puny looking guy leant against the bar staring at me. I instantly knew. Avoiding his gaze I looked everywhere in the bar but at him. It wasn't long before he walked over, helped himself to a seat and announced in a cocky and arrogant fashion, "This dump could do with a lick of paint, what you think Darling?" God this was him, and going by his attitude he somehow knew I was available. This made him even more obnoxious, knowing he was on a sure thing did nothing for his manners, personality or his behaviour. "Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered timidly. "Doing what Lady? Just trying to be friendly that's all," he replied. I could tell straight away that this moron was too stupid to be my tormentor. No he was in the shadows somewhere waiting to watch and record my cruel abuse. Something inside me snapped. I knew that I had no choice, so in a moment totally out of character I simply decided to get on with it, to endure, to get home to my post-ordeal bath and to the safety of my sofa. I imagined myself wrapped in a robe, clean and safe and I just wanted to be there sooner rather than later. Without any more preamble I led him outside the bar of the bar, as instructed. We went around the back of a small out building that was used as a bottle store. It was there, stood with my back to the wall, my skirt around my waist, my stocking clad legs and heels apart, my panties on the floor still wrapped around one ankle, that I allowed only the second man in life to enter my personal, private and most intimate part. I felt him fumbling with his hard length in his hand. My brain had registered imminent sexual activity and started lubricating my vagina as a natural reaction, I was only just wet enough for him to enter me however. I was not sopping wet, I was not turned on or gagging for him, I was numb. The feeling of this obnoxious boy taking from me something which was so precious, private and intimate to me, something only my loving late husband had enjoyed, simply left me cold. As his penis fully entered me and started to hump into me, I felt nothing, only a distant and detached recognition of what was happening to me. I was not entirely numb though, I was aware enough of what was being done to me, to bring me to quiet, silent tears. After only a few moments, 'that thing' inside me grunted and spilled his filthy, disgusting sperm up inside my private depths. It was unceremonious, cold and clinical and when he pulled out of me I could hear it dripping onto the cold hard floor between my lewdly spread legs. "Oh Robert I am so, so sorry for this, I silently prayed to my late husband, please understand and forgive me," I wept. ............................. From my vantage point I was disappointed to say the least. The old slut was a cold fish. I expected Tom to give her a good fucking (which he singularly failed to do) but he was just pussy-happy and I could understand his poor performance, but this woman must be such an old whore, that one more cock was almost an irrelevance to her. She simply stood there and took it like a bored old pro. "That gives me an idea," I thought. ......................... Later that evening, after I had washed the shame physically from my body, I sat trying to erase the mental shame and trauma. I sat on my sofa wrapped in my robe slowly starting to feel normal again I had a bottle of wine open and had got out all my old photo albums. I browsed through the old pictures of me and my husband and basically through what had been my life, before my catastrophic mistake of stealing which had led me here. I mused over happy memories of my marriage to the good, solid dependable man. He had never been cruel, or abusive, or mistreated me in any way, for one single day of all those years. Although my husband never ignited any passion or excitement in our lives, he was still a good and caring man, and now more than ever I missed him. The one place in all the world that had belonged to him and him alone, had been violated. I again cried myself to sleep that night, through my own immoral theft, my life had hit rock bottom. Or so I thought. ............................ The cold, calm manner that Julie was showing made me realize that my plans would have to be revised. I wanted to 'break her' before I broke cover and started out on my mission. I wanted a complicit, compliant and submissive woman that I could take my pleasure from. She didn't seem to be responding to my attacks on her, then again for an old slut they hadn't been particularly awful to endure. A bit of leg in public, a blowjob and a quickie around the back were not actions you would expect to break the spirit of a mature, experienced slut were they? ....................... The letter arrived two days later - and it shattered what was left of my world. Dear Slut. Tonight you will dress yourself in the usual clothes, drive to the end of Crown Street and stand at the end of the alley that runs behind the shops. You WILL take the first customer that comes along. There is to be no refusal based on any criteria whatsoever, the first man to approach you is the first man you take, understand? You will prostitute yourself to whoever approaches you. This arrangement is for one occasion only. After this one instance you may return home, you are not being forced to do any more tricks than this, this is not a new life for you. It is a one-off performance, for you to prove to me you can do as you are told when the stakes are raised. Enclosed are copies of the photos taken of your performance behind the pub the other night. They and all the others will be on a voyeur site on the internet within the hour if you don't comply. This shouldn't worry you unduly as such sites are blocked in prisons so you won't be in danger of seeing them (although every person you know will be posted a link.) Go to it and enjoy yourself! ............................. The following evening I stood in the appointed spot and watched as the small, weedy looking old man approach me. The thoughts and feelings I suffered and the dialogue that followed, is irrelevant. I agreed the fee and led him to my car. There in a darkened street my panties around one ankle, I was about to allow myself to be violated for money. If my shame wasn't bad enough, the old man pulled a condom from his pocket and started to put it on. At first I was thankful until the implication actually hit me. He was putting on the condom to protect himself from ME, I was just a dirty whore that a man couldn't take any chance of catching a disease from! For some reason I actually looked down as the condom covered penis pushed it's way in, splitting my little curly triangle, pushing my labia apart and entering me. I watched as this old strange man penetrated me and used me as a whore. He mauled my breasts over my blouse then insisted that I, "Show him the tits." I unbuttoned my blouse and made to undo my bra, when he unceremoniously put his hand in each cup and heaved my breasts out. "Bit saggy ain't they," he taunted me and went back to watching his hard penis violate me, as my breasts bounced violently on my chest. He banged into my vagina which by now had completely lubricated. I could feel every last inch of him inside me. This was hell on earth. I wished my life was over as he rammed as far into me as he could, grunted for a while then withdrew, but even then my degradation wasn't quite finished. There was one more indignity waiting that would be the final straw. When he had gone I stood shakily and bent to pull my panties up, to cover my exposed and abused vagina. There on the dirty street I saw the used condom. I stared at it, glistening with what I knew to be my own vaginal juices, knowing that it had just been in my most intimate part. When I stared numb at the pool of thick white semen inside, just discarded in the street, I thought of how that very semen (from a total stranger) had been shot deep inside me, separated from the inside of my vagina and my cervix by just a very thin membrane, it revolted me entirely. I broke. .......................... I watched rapt as my little scene unfolded before me, however as everything finished I saw Julie standing staring at the floor. Then everything in life changed. Julie started to cry, she awkwardly pulled up her panties and walked to her car. Once she was inside I witnessed a woman in total, complete and abject misery. She sobbed and wailed, not little tears of someone a little upset, she cried the heart wrenching, uncontrollable, inconsolable tears that you associate with the loss of a loved one. Her shoulders hitched and heaved as I watched her heart break in two. Oh God what had I done? How had I got things so wrong? After the car drove away I came from my hiding place and stared at where Julie's car had been parked. The full realization of what I had done was starting to hit me. I went home and throughout the evening the feelings grew and grew. What a fucking asshole, bastard, low-life piece of shit I was. I ran out of names with which to castigate myself. If you only do something a little mean to someone you feel really shitty, so can you imagine the extreme of how I felt now? All night and for days I hated myself, although I didn't know to what extent I had misjudged her at that moment in time, I knew enough to realize I had got things badly wrong. I was Jack, the world champion piece of shit. However I then realized I was just doing the same as before. "What about Julie you pond-life, I thought. Here I am, even after all I had done to her, I was only concerned for how I felt and how my terrible behaviour had rebounded on me." I resolved to not rest until I had made this right. "How can you make things right, you can't undo things you asshole?" I thought, but I determined to at least try. The first thing I had to do, before I could attempt any salvation, I had to put a stop to her torment and the only way to do that was to convince her it was all over. I couldn't just go to her and confess all and promise to stop, so I considered all options and came up with my plan. I studied Julie's personnel file and made discrete inquiries about varies aspects of her life, movements, habits etc. etc. I knew the lunchtimes that Julie took and found out she always used the staff canteen for her meal. At work I had hardly ever been seen by the store workers, so now was time to change all that. The next lunchtime, I went to the staff canteen. As I got my food and looked around for Julie, There she was, sat alone and looking thoroughly miserable. "May I sit here?" I asked. It seemed to break her from some form of reverie. "Sorry? Oh yes, err it's not taken no," she replied. For six consecutive work days I put myself into Julie's company. I didn't want to be a bull at a gate. Patience was the key. ................................ As I was eating lunch, a boy I had never met before joined me. It was an annoyance, I wanted my self pity to be private. However for a few days this became the norm. He introduced himself as Jack, the son of Mr. Grove the owner of the store. As I said I didn't really want the company, but when he told me who he was, or more importantly, what he did here, I was afraid. This was the son of the very man I had destroyed myself to hide my theft from. However he was incredibly polite, he paid me compliments (which in my life had been so few and far between) and he seemed to be going out of his way to make me relaxed and happy. We had been having these luncheon chats for quite a while and I was starting to enjoy and look forward to him being around me. I had received no further demands from my blackmailer, (although I knew more would come, each more depraved than the last) when out of the blue Jack asked me to call for a drink somewhere after work, so we could get away from the work environment. This was a bad idea as the very day he wanted me to go was the anniversary of my husband's death. However to cut a long story short on how I agonized over the decision, I let him talk me into it. .......................... I took Julie for a drink after work. I was getting to like her more and more, which had the effect of making me feel even worse about what I had done. That evening changed everything - it gave me my chance to stop her torment. As the evening wore on Julie had had a little too much to drink. She had told me it was the anniversary of her husband's death, so with the drink making her a little morose also, she started to go very quiet and looked a little upset. "What's the matter Julie? I asked, you look troubled?" It all came out - chapter and verse. The theft, the blackmail and the horrific time she had been subjected to (sexual details kept to an absolute minimum.) She told me because she was drunk, she told me because she was dreadfully unhappy, she told me because I was the owner's son and she told me because I was her friend!! My actions had been those of a complete and utter bastard, regardless of the victim's circumstances, but when I realized that I had taken a very shy, naive, innocent (yes innocent) respectable lady and ripped up everything her life had meant and abused every moral by which she had lived, I hated myself. When I had treated a lady like her in that way, not only treated her as a slut and a whore, but tried to turn her into one, I couldn't have felt more of a low life if I had tried. Her hands were clasped together on the table. I put my hands over hers and said (with a little tear in my own eye, feeling for her and her plight) "Don't you worry for a second longer sweetheart, I began. I promise you this thing is over, I will move heaven and earth to take this burden from you, you must trust me, you will be happy again." "Oh Jack do you mean that, or are they well meaning but empty words just to make me feel better?" Julie sobbed. It was my chance for a credible ending. Now that she had told me I was free to act, I now officially knew the situation and any action would not reveal that I knew about her troubles already. I waited a few days and arranged to take her out again. .............................. "Right now sweetheart listen to me, said Jack as he held my hands over the table. I have done some investigating myself, I have called on I.T. experts in the company and we have run searches on who has been accessing the data that concerns you." He paused for a little drink and I waited on tenterhooks. "Please go on," my voice just managed to croak. "I have identified who has been blackmailing you and I have sorted him out." Jack announced. "Oh Jack who was it? Have you called the Police? I stammered. "No Julie we don't want this going any further, he has been sacked, we have taken possession of his PC and have deleted all photos and files, he now holds nothing on you." Again he paused for a drink, then continued, "I myself have corrected all transactions over the relevant period, Julie there is no evidence left that you ever did anything wrong, and the person in question has been threatened with hospitalization if we ever see or hear of him again. It's over Julie." I could not contain myself, this beautiful sweet young boy had saved me. He was my knight in shining armour and was solely responsible for turning my life from the abyss, to one where I was genuinely becoming happy again. I began to look forward to my friendly outings with Jack, I mean I began to REALLY look forward to them. Here I was, a mature woman and the most important person in my life at this moment was a 22 year old boy. .................... I had been taking Julie out for a few weeks now (Initially through guilt and remorse, but now through genuine affection) and she had become a new woman to me. Gone was the distraught unhappy woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders and in it's place was a wonderful special replacement. As I said earlier I had a very particular taste for the mature woman and as we saw more of each other I realized that Julie was the very type of woman I yearned for. I began to look at her, not as I had previously (when I was a perverted abuser) but with a more discerning and appreciative eye. Julie was pretty, in a lady-next-door manner. She was not a MILF or a GILF. Julie was not an in-your-face cougar, a bleached blonde, plastic tits, heavily made up, type of older woman that turned your head. But she was beautiful to me. ....................... I was having a lovely evening with Jack when everything suddenly changed. I had never had a proper courtship, as I had been betrothed to Robert almost since our parents first met. Tonight as we laughed at something we suddenly stopped and simply looked at each other. I know that everyone else in the world would have already experienced that moment, when you and the person you are with realize that you feel the same about each other. For me it was such a magical, exciting moment, when for the first time in my life a man and I looked into each others eyes and knew. ....................... I took Julie home and walked her to her door, I was nervous yet excited. As I said goodnight I leant forward to kiss her. She seemed to hesitate, so I pulled back just as she then leant forward. We were like two kids in the playground not able to get it right. It was childlike fumbling yet incredibly sweet. We finally moved towards each other together and I gave Julie a simple kiss on the lips that only lasted a few seconds but meant everything. Julie opened her eyes and held my gaze before sweetly saying. "Goodnight Jack, I will see you tomorrow." She turned from me and went into the house, closing the door behind her and leaving me stood on her step, gazing at her door like a moron. ....................... I had entered the house and leant back on the door for support as my legs were shaking. I barely slept that night. I was going out with Jack again tonight and I was excited about it. In fact I was so nervous and excited, heart thumping and all of a quiver, that I was all thumbs as I clumsily tried to fasten the straps of my suspender belt to my stockings. .................... I am really looking forward to seeing Julie tonight. She might be 50 and I am only 22, but today I became aware of a shocking fact. I was falling in love with her. ...................... I have no idea of the thought process my mind was going through when I went shopping today. The symbol of my abuse and degradation had been the lingerie that my abuser had forced me to wear. I had burned the obnoxious items to enable me to get closure from that period of the past, but that didn't mean I couldn't buy very similar items myself, in order to dress prettily and nicely for my wonderful date. I had a large mobile mirror in the bedroom, the type which was on wheels and pivoted from top to bottom. I stood in front of that mirror tonight looking at myself dressed in such a manner, aware of all the implications of such an act and fully aware of the possible outcome later that night. I also thought that I may be a silly old woman who has totally lost the plot and would send the boy she had fallen in love with into headlong flight with such a wanton act. I am not a boastful woman, boasting is a sin, but after the heartbreak my life has given me up to now, I make no apologies for my vanity or conceit - I thought I looked very pretty and sensual and not a little sexy! When I left the house that night I didn't know whether I would return with my man, or alone again probably forever. I had never dressed like this for my husband and had only dressed like this in which to be abused, tonight for the first time in my life I dressed as a woman with needs, wants and desires and I felt both excited and incredibly nervous should my actions backfire. ........................... I would normally meet Julie outside the restaurant, but having business to attend to before my date, I was unsure of what time I would arrive. After complaints from Julie, I persuaded her to meet me inside the restaurant (Ladies did not enter such establishments unaccompanied, was her upbringing.) As it happened, I did arrive first and I decided to wait inside for her. When she walked through the door she looked an absolute picture. She didn't stop all conversation, she didn't cause all heads to turn, she wasn't that sort of woman, but she made my heart skip a beat (and yes a few heads did turn) when she gave her coat to the doorman. Julie had on a lovely pretty little cocktail dress, which stopped just above the knee. There was not anything that hit you in the face about her as she walked across the reception area towards me, but man there was something about her, different and sensual. Then it hit me what was different. Julie was wearing heels that were probably too high for her given what she was used to, yet that was the very thing that made her look spectacular (to me.) It was her awkwardness as she tottered her way across the restaurant that actually made her more sexy than if she had actually been trying, or had she been some up-her-own-ass cougar. When Julie reached the area used as an ante-room where I was waiting for her, the natural thing in the world was to greet each other with our first ever proper kiss. It was the most spontaneous and mutual act, it felt the most natural thing in the world. ....................... I can't tell you how good or bad the restaurant was. I have no idea if the food was to be recommended or not, we did not stay long enough to find out. As we sat facing each other on chairs in the ante room awaiting our table, we just looked at each other and touched hands from time to time. These chairs simply faced each other, there was no table or anything between us. It was at that moment my life changed forever. I have no idea why Jack decided to do what he did, but as we talked our nervous small talk, Jack (after checking the coast was clear) slid his hand up my leg, underneath my dress and did no more than tenderly caress my thigh. His body seemed to stiffen slightly and momentarily as his fingers found my stocking top and he realized how I had dressed. His fingers explored and caressed the top of my stocking, the suspender clasp and my leg. He ran his fingers over and over the point where my stockings met my white milky thigh, delicately feeling the contrast, and when I deliberately crossed one leg over the other, he could feel the taut strap as it tugged on the stocking top. It may sound boring in this world of wild extreme sexual lifestyles, but that single innocuous act had all the symbolism and unspoken meaning it would ever need. I took one more sip of my drink and stood, Jack following my lead. We took each others hand and made our way out of the bar. The walk to the car (my heels the only sound in the street) the short drive home, the walk from the car to the house, as I unlocked the door and we entered, were all carried out in complete silence, not a word passed between us. I allowed Jack to symbolically lead me by the hand upstairs to my bed. We moved into each others arms and I was a little surprised that our kiss wasn't urgent or feverish. We kissed tenderly, gently and slowly, until I broke our embrace and stepped back from him. I turned my back and Jack instinctively knew what I needed him to do. I could have unzipped my dress myself, but it seemed much sexier if I allowed him to do it. He reached out and slowly drew down the zipper on my dress then stepped away again. Turning to face him again, my heart pounding in my chest, fit to burst, I grabbed my dress and eased it from my shoulders. I drew it down to my breasts and then below. The dress slid slowly down my body until it fell to the floor unaided. I stood before him like I had never stood before another man. Jack stared at me intensely, he could also see me in the mirror that was behind me. His eyes flitting from me to the mirror, where he could see the pretty little black lacy triangle at the top of my bum and the thin material as is disappeared into the cleft of my bottom. My ass was on full display to him. I reached behind and unclasped my bra, then cupping it in my hands I started to let it fall from my breasts, but I held it in place for a few seconds more, before lowering it fully exposing my breasts to him. They fell forward and sagged slightly as they relaxed at fell to their natural position. My body was wracked with excitement and nervous tension. "What if he doesn't like them? What if they turn him off?" I did not have the breasts of a young girl after all. Jack stood unmoved, I thought that I repulsed him, but he was simply 'taking me all in'. The time had come and as sexily as I could I grasped the thin lacy material of my panties, lowering them until they lay around my ankles on the floor, I revealed my neat black curly triangle at the junction of my legs. It was tight and black but the growth wasn't heavy enough to hide my puffy, swollen lips beneath. I was naked in front of this boy. I moved to unclasp one of my suspender straps. ........................... "No leave them on," my voice croaked unable to speak properly. Julie stood in front of me an absolute picture of everything I loved about mature women. How her stance looked in heels and stockings was awesome, her pussy looked so sweet and pretty and her tits as they fell forward gave me a massive twinge in my pants. They were not saggy as far as being empty or flat, they still were full and a great shape, their weight had slowly pulled them down as the nipples and areole pointed down slightly just as I had learned to love them. ......................... Jack gave me a little smile of appreciation, which sent a wave of butterflies fluttering through my stomach and 'other places'. This made me relax as my fears were washed away. He quickly pulled off his top, then his shoes and socks and then looking at me full of apprehension himself now, wasted no time in pushing down his trousers and shorts. He stepped out of them and stood naked before me. It had only taken seconds. "Oh my God," I said to myself as all my fears returned in one instant. Jack was very well endowed, he had a wonderful looking penis, so long, so thick so.. so... just so BIG. I am sure the women of the world would be ecstatic about seeing him built like this, but I was just nervous about disappointing him and being too inexperienced to handle him. We moved together and kissed again. After a while kissing I made the move I thought he would expect me to make. I started to bend my knees and lower myself before him, the inference clear and obvious. I was willing to take him in my mouth. ........................ I stopped Julie's movement and pulled her back up. "No, not now," I whispered to her. I thought to myself, there would be plenty of time later for sucking my cock, for me eating her pussy and for wild, raunchy fucking in various places, positions etc, for now my instinct told me what to do. ...................... Jack walked me back to the bed and slowly lowered me onto my back. He bent forward and as I waited for him to suck my nipples, he simply placed a single kiss on each. Jack did the same to my vagina, as I waited for a lust filled assault on me with his tongue, he simply licked the length of my rapidly flowering lips and just barely pushed his tongue an inch or so inside me. I think he was checking how ready I was for him. He told me to get into the middle of the bed, which I did. I then assumed the natural position women have been taking since time began, I lay back, bent my knees back and opened my legs. I whispered quietly and pleadingly, "Please be gentle with me." God did I really just say that? I couldn't believe that a woman my age could sound like a frightened virgin on her wedding night! What came out of my mouth was straight from a trashy novel or an old black and white weepy movie. Yet I did not feel embarrassed by my words I truly meant them. He would need to take me slowly until I got used to his size. There was to be no foreplay, we were both ready and it seemed so natural for Jack to just take me. He positioned himself between my legs and as I watched in awe, his huge shaft moved towards my vagina and gently nudged my swollen lips. Jack moved over on top of me propping himself on his elbows, our faces inches apart and as we gazed into each others eyes he gently entered me. Oh the wonderful feeling of him nudging me open, the head of his large penis forced my small little opening to stretch wider and wider to accommodate him. Jack did not just plunge into me, for what seemed like an eternity all he did was rock the head of his huge penis in and out of my opening. It was like being entered by him for the first time over and over. The sensations were driving me crazy, the small pink lips that were by now sodden gripped him like they never wanted to let him go again. Then I felt him slowly start to push himself a little further each time, and I realized that the gentle probing had readied my insides to accept him. As inch by glorious inch pushed into me, I could feel my wet pink walls being forced apart, they stretched open around his girth, the sensation of which I had never experienced before. Suddenly Jack had given me all he had to give. I was amazed and actually felt a little proud, "I had my beautiful boy and his wonderful penis fully and totally inside me, oh what a feeling." I thought. Jack was whispering things in my ear about loving me, he used words to describe how wonderful it was to be doing what he was doing to me. This influence would change my vocabulary at a stroke. I suddenly found myself urging him, telling him how wonderful he was making me feel. His cock, my tits, my pussy became part of my speech and I even shocked myself when I heard myself urging him to 'fuck me' (the C word would never be part of my vocabulary, I was too old fashioned for that) The slow build up inside me was reaching boiling point. I had been driven wild with his steady thrusting into the very core of me, "Was he actually touching my cervix? Oh yes he was" I looked up at my man and the poor thing looked like he was hanging on for dear life. I realized he was desperately trying not to cum, the thought that he put me, my feelings and needs first, made me love him more in that very instant. He had struggled long enough. I just simply let myself go. The indescribable feelings that were making me writhe and twist on the bed were out of this world. When those familiar first stirrings that tell you an orgasm had started and can't be stopped, first stirred and then started it's journey through my lower stomach into my pussy, making the nerve ends dance and quiver, it became all consuming. Not only were my delicate lips stretched around his manhood, but the walls of my vagina also seemed to be gripping him vice-like. My pussy was twitching, spasming and convulsing when I heard the screaming in my ears. Then someone set off a firework display deep in my vagina, the explosions made the other feelings pale in comparison. I had the orgasm of my life. Content that he had looked after my side of things, Jack let himself go too. I felt him quicken slightly and a couple of gasps escaped his mouth. His big cock seemed to suddenly become even bigger and he pushed himself into me to the very limit. I swear I could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing and swelling. I also swear I could feel each jet of scalding, thick, creamy, virile, semen as it hit my cervix with unbelievable force. I felt each and every jet as he came again and again deep inside the intimate depths of my pussy, I felt it flooding my vagina, as it too seemed to pulse with the last throes of orgasm. We lay together panting and trying to recover from the body wracking climax we had both experienced. In time Jack moved away from me, the pressure of holding himself on his arms becoming a strain. We lay beside each other, me with my legs tightly shut to keep his cum inside me, I knew at this point I would normally grab tissues from the bedside drawers and run to the toilet holding them against myself until I could clean myself up. Yet laid with Jack I knew I didn't want to do that. I was still a little shy and embarrassed and didn't want him to see what I wanted to do, so I raised the knee nearest to him in an effort to hide my actions. Opening my legs, I lowered my hand stealthily down, my fingers brushing through my pubic bush and I touched myself. I couldn't believe how it felt, it was a disaster area, I was so incredibly saturated and slick with combined juices covering my swollen satisfied pussy I could hardly feel it! But what I could feel and what I wanted to feel, was my lover boy's semen as it ran from me, through my fingers, tickling my bum as it ran over it in a torrent and onto my clean, crisp bed sheets. Somehow it all seemed to validate me as a woman at last. I lay in that state feeling very sexy, feminine and womanly. Jack eventually moved because he needed to pee, which I was glad for, as there was something I needed to do. When he was in the bathroom I slid my body down the bed and brought my face close to the huge sodden patch that had ran from my pussy. I leaned forward and touched it with my fingers, I put my nose to it and drank in the heady, musty smell. Most of our love making juice had soaked in to the sheets, but because there was so much cum, some still sat on top of the sheet. I put my lips to this cocktail made from love and sucked it into my mouth. I tasted 'us'. Jack returned to 'our' bed and lay beside me, I snuggled into the crook of his arm and felt incredibly loved, wanted, safe and protected. I lazily played with his large cock, for no other reason but to feel it beside me. I wasn't ready for more sex, if fact when Jack started to stir 'down there' I jumped from the bed. "Where are you going babe? don't leave me now," he pleaded. "Darling I have no intention of leaving you ever again, believe me, but just for now I need to freshen up," I explained. I knew we had not finished (I prayed we had not finished!) but now we had our first beautiful coupling out of the way, I knew when we made love next time then we would do all the other things to each other as well. I wanted to be as sweet, clean and fresh for my lover as possible. When I moved towards the shower, Jack offered and then was disappointed, when I rejected his idea of showering together. I was still shy and embarrassed, I didn't want him to watch the very personal act of cleaning myself between my legs. I didn't want him to see me soaping off the dried crusty semen that matted my pubic bush - not yet anyway. After both showering we went downstairs dressed in robes (Jack wearing my husband's was a little hard for me, but I knew that I had to move on.) I had put my stockings and suspenders and heels back on underneath my robe. I didn't ask Jack if this was what he wanted, I just knew. I made some food and we sat recharging our batteries. .......................... Making love to Julie had been all I could ever have expected and now sat together cuddling after eating, I wanted her again. I kissed her longingly, gently biting her bottom lip, twirling my tongue around hers and enjoying the taste of her, but I wanted to taste more. There was absolutely no resistance as I eased her robe from her shoulders, opening it at the same time and it pushing back away from her body. Her tits were still full and shapely, they sagged and hung downwards slightly just like a real woman's should. I kissed, licked, sucked and teased her nipples and areole for what seemed an age, I couldn't get enough of them, they were awesome. I had to move on eventually, my ultimate goal was to taste her gorgeous pussy for the first time. I kissed my way down her body, as I passed her navel and my face brushed her curly mound, Julie seemed to tense then twitch a little as though she had just received a little electric shock. Julie lay back on the sofa and I knelt on the floor between her legs. I pushed her thighs apart and looked at her pussy for the first time properly. He curly black triangle was just right, it was neat and trim naturally rather than manicured, her outer puffy lips opened before me as I watched, revealing that neat, sweet, tight looking pussy. The wet pink lips protecting the inside of her pussy from view were smallish but perfectly formed (I had seen thousands of porn models in photos after being 'airbrushed') Julie's pussy was perfect naturally. I leant forward taking in the sight and smell of her, put my mouth to her pussy and gently kissed her. I didn't want to rush, but I was so excited by her and just wanted to dive on her. I pulled her tiny lips apart with mine and sucked each one in turn into my mouth, I licked the length of her opening and grazed my tongue over her clitoris. Julie seemed to jump at every touch and when I pushed my tongue inside her, tasting her dripping wetness by curling back my tongue to draw as much of her beautiful juice into my mouth, she arched her back and pushed her groin hard against my face. ......................... My husband had given me a few cursory licks down there over the years (usually just to test how ready for penetration I was) but amazingly this was the first time a man had ever done this to me in earnest. As Jack nibbled away at every wonderfully sensitive and tender part of me I was in heaven. I was not expecting to cum again after the love making earlier, it didn't even occur to me that it was possible having never done it before. Suddenly my pussy seemed to lurch and twitch and in an instant I knew I was going to orgasm again. The gentle way Jack very lightly grazed my clitoris with just the very tip of his tongue, barely touching me, sent me over the edge. This orgasm was different from the deep inside one I had had earlier. This concentrated around my opening and my clitoris. As the sensation built getting stronger and stronger until I came screaming and bucking with my hands around Jack's head trying to drown him, (I came so hard and gushed so much I nearly did) My vagina had been hooked up to the mains, electric shocks seemed to be hitting me every few moments, which had been so intense they now became a little painful as Jack continued to lick and kiss and stimulate me. "Stop, stop, oh please Jack stop, oh Jack keep going, no Jack please stop. I couldn't decide what I wanted, the pain/pleasure of the post orgasm stimulation of my quivering clitoris was torture, every time he flicked my engorged button, a painful shock - no pleasurable - no painful - no, oh I couldn't decide, but it made me jolt and buck and writhe. We lay together for a while in my post orgasmic bliss, until I decided I needed to have him in my mouth. I twisted around and sank to my knees before him. His cock was big, long, thick, heavy and menacing. I took Jack in my hand and slowly worked my hand up and down his shaft. I marveled at the raised muscle that ran along the underside and at the large blue vein alongside the top. I pulled his foreskin back, licked the helmet and kissed the tip of his cock, before sliding it into my wet and oh so willing mouth. ............................ I watched as Julie made love to my cock. She simply worshipped it. The sensual and sensuous way she took me in her mouth was unhurried and loving. Little moans escaped her from time to time as she made love to a man's cock with her mouth for the first time. I watched and felt her take each of my balls into her mouth and gently suck them, I watched as she licked the entire length of my shaft slowly and tenderly and I watched as she gently kissed the head of my cock, then sucked me into her mouth and took as much of me inside as she could. I wanted to cum in my beautiful woman's mouth and I knew she wanted me to, but not yet. I knew that if I came again now, I may be spent for the night and I wanted to make love to her again more than any thing in the world. I gently pushed her head and mouth from me and whispered, "Not now babe, and after the look of disappointment on her face I continued, There will be plenty of time in the future to pleasure each other, but now I want you." ................................... I was disappointed, but Jacks words made me so happy at the same time, "There will be plenty of time in the future..." meant this was not a one-off, this boy didn't just want to fuck me. He loved me and would be around forever! He led me back upstairs to what was his new home - my bed. I lay back on the bed awaiting him when he said "Turn over." I did without a second's hesitation, the way he said it was like a command and I was only too willing to obey. My body seemed to slightly jump and give an involuntary twitch and a little quiver as I realized I found it quite exciting to be ordered like this. Jack guided me onto all fours. Without prompting I spread my knees wide, opening myself up to him. ......................... This was the position I had wanted Julie to be in from the first moment fucking her crossed my mind. I moved up behind her and put my hands on her ass. Her gorgeous pussy was there, open and available to me. I used my thumbs to pull her pussy lips further apart and a string of her juices hung across her opening, stuck to each pink sodden lip. I wanted to look at her forever, but my cock ached, almost painfully, to be inside her again. I put the head of my straining rock hard cock against her sweet wet lips and slowly entered her. It felt wonderful. As I started to slowly fuck her I looked to the side, I could see us in the large mobile mirror. Watching myself enter this stocking clad gorgeous woman was wonderful, I realized I could see her tits swinging backwards and forwards as a result of my thrusting and not only that, but her nipples scraped and grazed across the sheets as well, I was in heaven. I wanted her like this, I wanted her in all sorts of positions, hell I wanted everything! After a while I gently pushed her in the small of the back and Julie seemed to get the message. She lowered herself down until her face was flat to the bed in the classic position, which seemed to push her hips and ass higher. .............................. As I lay with my face flat to the bed I realized I was starting straight at myself in the mirror. My god what a beautiful sight. If I say so myself the vision of my stocking clad legs spread obscenely, my bottom in the air making me open to him and my lover positioned behind me was as sexy as hell. I could see his length disappearing and reappearing in and out of me and boy could I feel it as well. .......................................... I kept up my steady rhythm all the time watching my cock and Julie's pussy locked together, the view was incredible. this had to be the best position for sex there was! Each time I slid into Julie she would emit a low groan of pleasure. As I reached the very end of my stroke and was buried fully inside her, I would just thrust that little more. That last little push always made her scream a little with added ecstasy which then went back to the low animalistic groaning as I repeated my stroke. Julie was going to cum I suddenly realized, rather than quickening my thrusting, to force her over the edge (a mistake most men make) I continued to do what I had been doing to get her there in the first place. My slow stroke seemed to delay her orgasm and had the effect of keeping her on the very edge for longer. I was driving her wild. Suddenly Julie burst and my beautiful new girl held the pillow in both fists, her knuckles white with the forceful grip, as she screamed and cried muffled obscenities into the pillow. It was enough for me and as I watched my soaking cock enter her again and again pulling her pink wet lips backwards and forwards gripping my shaft tightly, I came in her. I seemed to cum forever, spilling a torrent of semen into her. ............................. We stayed in that position for a while until I felt that wonderful cock slide from me. Even though it was now flaccid, it seemed to take an age for the full length to leave me and I could feel the walls of my pussy and my tight entrance clinging to him as though they wanted to stop him leaving. As before, at this point I would reach for the tissues and run headlong to the bathroom, but what drove me now I had no idea. I deliberately raised myself upright whilst still kneeling. I kept my legs open and my pussy lips which were gaping wide open, released a torrent of semen and vaginal juices onto the sheets. I looked down as the last long string of cum reached from my pussy to the bed before finally dropping off. I felt so satisfied and loved the feeling of sleeping with this boy, I loved the feeling of wallowing in cum soaked sheets, I deliberately lay so that my tits and nipples were in the pool of cum and were wet with the musty secretions. When the feeling stopped I would shift position so I could feel anew the sensation of cold wet cum against my body. We didn't make love the following morning, we had overslept and had to rush for work, but in the following days we made love at nearly every opportunity, I loved to kneel submissively in front of my lover and worship his cock with my mouth. I finally got to experience a man ejaculating into my (willing) mouth and to experience holding the cum to savour it's taste, to show it cupped on my tongue to my lover and to take it all down into my stomach. My whole attitude and demeanor changed immediately. Obviously being in love does that to you, but I began to feel attractive and sexy. Jack wanted me to wear stockings and suspenders all the time, so I did. Other women would be used to this and regard them as just a piece of functional clothing, but it was all new to me. I didn't 'flash' or let anyone get an 'upskirt' it was not sexual, it just seemed to give me a private little feeling of sexiness. I would sometimes wait until I was alone in the office, I would cross my legs and just run my hand up my own leg. I wasn't wanting to masturbate or anything, I wasn't trying to turn myself on, I simply ran my fingers over my stocking tops, the garter strap and felt the contrast between skin and nylon. I simply loved being a normal sexy woman at last, just like everyone else. .............................. Things eventually came to a head in the relationship we had kept secret. I was alone with Julie in an empty office one day and was stealing a kiss, when my father walked in. He could tell instantly this was not just a pair of horny people having a quick grope. By the way we held each other, by the way we looked at each other and by the tender loving way we gently kissed, my father knew it was serious. "You two better come round tonight for a drink and a discussion don't you think?" he said, then just left. .............................. The night was nerve wracking and horrible for me I was 50 years old and stealing their son's future. But after declarations of love from each of us Helen, Jack's mother and Jim his father, began to see that any opposition was futile and very reluctantly accepted me. We slowly 'came out' as a couple, Jack getting a mixed response from his friends about the virtues or otherwise of having a girlfriend of my age. I on the other hand, got very favourable comments! I was suddenly popular and was welcomed back into the fold enthusiastically. With a young lover I was now very much an equal in their eyes and not the 'nice but a little timid outsider' I had been. When on one stupid occasion, in a wine induced, giggly haze I hinted about Jack being hung, I was inundated with quite lewd and crude remarks and declarations of jealousy. ..................... We had been invited to a rather posh garden party by some of Julie's friends. This wasn't a t-shirt and flip flop party it was a dressing up party. As I stood in the garden, bored stupid by the men all trying to out-boast each other, I happened to look over at Julie. She looked fucking gorgeous and it seemed it wasn't only me that thought so. She was constantly in the company of one man or another and at one stage she was surrounded by male guests. Having been brought out of her puritanical shell, Julie now dressed in modern and sexy clothes, but because being in love gave her the confidence she also acted sexily too. She was becoming radiant. I realized what a class act this beautiful woman was, she held court so politely and demurely. Holding her glass of champagne, wearing her black cocktail dress, she smiled and laughed at their stupid jokes and feigned interest as the words 'Hedge fund' 'Porsche' 'The snow on the Hahnenkamm this year' etc. etc. flooded out. I had tipsy women coming over and being suggestive about me and using drunken innuendo about their husband's endowment and bedroom prowess (or lack of it) and I didn't care. I was watching Julie being flirted with by every man in the place. Every man seemed tanned, wealthy, handsome and charming. And I was fucking jealous. Julie knew this, but was too polite to leave her company, she simply caught my eye. She was wearing lipstick, not bright red or anything, just the very sexy, very pale pink. Julie simply licked her lips whilst looking at me. That's it, nothing more, no rude or crude gestures, just the simple one run around her mouth with her tongue. I was semi hard instantly. This woman was learning the game very quickly. The whole thing nearly blew up as I watched a man grope Julie. I don't know if her suspender strap was making a visible line under her dress, but one guy stood close to her and as they talked he cupped his hand around her bum cheek right where her garter strap was. As he toyed with her suspenders, I flinched and started to rise, when Julie quietly put her hand on his and without a fuss, removed his hand from her ass. Unnoticed by anyone she leant into him and whispered in his ear, to which the man seemed to colour slightly and hurried away from her. I was petulant about her not giving me all her time and was angry that she hadn't made more of a scene with the guy. I was acting like a spoiled brat. Julie came over and patted my cheek and said, "There you go now Jack, why don't you be a good little boy and behave yourself?" I was stunned she treated and talked to me like a naughty child. .......................... I had seen Jack getting angrier and more and more sulky as the party went on. I loved him desperately, but I needed to teach him social graces and ensure he didn't spoil things with his petulance. So I put him down like a naughty child. It was dangerous, but later that night when we discussed it, he accepted that I was right to act as I did. Jack was worried that my whispered conversation was arranging to meet the man or something like that, but when I told him that what I had said was, "My young lover has a 10 inch cock (we never measured it was just a number that came into my head) so unless you measure up you are no good to me, and if you don't take your hand off my body, I will make such a fuss your wife won't fuck you again this side of Christmas." After that day I felt I needed to reassure Jack on his position and his exclusive rights to my body. One night as I lay under him, his huge cock stretching me and filling me, I waited until the point of mutual orgasm, and although such talk didn't come easy to me, I forced myself to tell him. "Oh Jack fuck me, I belong to only you, my pussy belongs to you, you own me, you own my pussy and you can have me, take me, fuck me, at any time and in any way you want." As I screamed in ecstasy both with my own orgasm making my body shudder and with the feeling of young powerful semen being jetted into me, I simply said again, "My pussy is yours now, my darling." .......................... One evening I rigged the PC up to the TV and loaded some porn. I wanted to watch some clips whilst Julie sucked my cock. Julie offered no resistance and on my word she dutifully put her head in my lap and took out my semi hard cock. The whore on the screen was going at the huge black cock in her mouth feverously and I was getting caught up in the moment. I suddenly realized I had handfuls of Julie's hair and I was pumping her head down onto my cock and just fucking her mouth like a whore. I was saying things like, "Suck that cock, you cum slut whore, swallow my cum, bitch," etc. Julie said nothing she simply endured, until I suddenly thought, "Oh my God, what am I doing?" Why was I treating my woman like that? The bleached blonde, fake titted, tattooed whore on the screen was not what turned me on anyway, so why was I doing this? I had fallen in love with Julie exactly because she wasn't that type of woman. I loved her for all her class, conservatism, her innocence and naiveté. Julie had transformed into a sexy woman not a slut or a whore and I needed to grow up and treat the lady as she deserved. (There would be times to come when Julie would want me to treat her like a slut and a whore and would play that role which turned her on, incredibly skillfully, but that was for her to decide and my actions now definitely did not fall into the category of mutual role play. I was just being a dirty, disrespectful bastard.) ........................ One night we were at Jack's parent's house having dinner when Helen made a statement that turned my life in yet another direction. In a thinly veiled attack on our relationship and the age difference within it, she said, "But Julie, Jim and I had great hopes for many grandchildren to immerse ourselves in when we are old," she declared. Grandchildren! The thought hit me instantly and like a hammer. "Oh my God, I want to have Jack's baby." I was still having periods although they were becoming a little sporadic. Although I hadn't been on birth control in my marriage, as after a couple of barren years we discovered my husband was impotent, I had gone on the pill just to regulate my periods. I read how so many women nowadays were becoming mothers in their 50's without complications. I wanted a baby. After consulting Jack one tearful night he was totally enthusiastic about the idea. However in a wonderful and unexpected moment he told me that as my upbringing and my morals were such, he would not hear of the baby being conceived out of wedlock let alone born out of it. He asked me to marry him! In a quiet ceremony only days later I became his wife. I stopped taking the pill the very same day. After that day our lovemaking was elevated to another level. There was always the beautiful lovemaking and of course sometimes a damn good fucking, but the thought of conceiving turned me on even more. Becoming pregnant was a real, practical and physical thing, but I also found it incredibly sexually arousing. When Jack was fucking me I would cry and scream for him to, "Fuck me, fill me with your cum, make me pregnant, impregnate me, breed me." All those words and the idea that that was what this gorgeous boy was doing to me, always sent me over the edge into massive orgasms. After a few months I was beginning to lose hope, but then one missed period later, one anxious wait, holding hands while we waited for the self test kit to change our lives forever, and I was pregnant. ....................... Julie was radiant as a mother-to-be. I could tell how blissfully happy she was. But the greatest thing about it was her tits! They were awesome. Her tits swelled with the pregnancy, her areole darkened, but best of all, the heavy tits sagged even more. As I knew it to only be a temporary condition, I got as much enjoyment out of those tits as one person had any right to do while I could. I would shortly be facing unbeatable opposition for those breasts! .......................... As the conception had had a sexual angle to it, so did the pregnancy. I would stand in the mirror holding my bump and look at Jack sleeping and find myself turned on at the thought this boy had 'bred me'. Walking in the streets, heavily pregnant with a young boy holding my hand, I knew what all the women were saying. "Look at that old slut, she has got herself knocked-up by him." That was the sexual turn on that I experienced, yes I was in public and this young boy had fucked me, I had taken his cum inside me like a slut, he had impregnated me and bred me and it excited me. I now have a beautiful baby daughter, who is fit and healthy and normal. I can't tell you how complete I feel and how blissful my life is, with my beloved child and my knight in shining armour that saved me from such a cruel, vindictive unknown beast.

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Don’t Make This Weird “What’s it like?” Zoey asked abruptly, her fingers clicking wildly on the controller. Darya looked up from her book, “What’s what like?” Zoey cussed as the game screen flashed a bright blue white. She tossed the controller aside and snapped off the old console with an aggravated smack. “You know, being a mermaid and all.” Darya’s head sagged back onto the pillow, “You promised you wouldn’t make this weird!” “I’m sorry, I’m just so curious. I mean, how often do you get to have a professional mermaid for a roommate!” Zoey bounced up on the bed. “It’s not that interesting, I promise you. Mostly it’s just people wanting to ogle your tits.” “Yeah, I know, but you have nice tits.” Zoey made a crude gesture as if grabbing at her roomie’s breasts and squeezing them. Darya blushed, her dusky cheeks only imperceptibly flushing and muttered something unintelligible. Zoey pressed a bit more, “Aww, come on, what’s it like swimming with a tail and all?” “You just learn how to do it. It’s just a silicone tail, nothing fancy.” “Can I see it? How come you never bring it here? Is it pretty?” “It’s safer at work in my locker. Besides it’s big and it’s heavy. I think it’s pretty, yes.” Darya picked her book back up and decided she was done with this conversation. Zoey sat a moment, wondering why her friend was so reluctant to talk about her job, but she shrugged and wandered off to the kitchen to make some dinner. She’d always wanted to be a mermaid, but her figure wasn’t generous enough to get the job at the little mermaid themed titty bar. She debated if she could sneak in for a show. She was dying to see what her friend looked like in a tail, her dusky skin offset by bright colors, swimming around among coral and fancy fishes. *** *** *** Darya slipped out of her dorm. It was already getting late. She needed to get to the club. She hated lying to her roommate about things, but it was just too complicated to explain. Ducking down a side street she made her way to the neon flashing sign. The Drunken Mermaid was the local town strip club, but it was sea themed. They promised mermaids and all the outfits of the dancers were chosen to bring up something of a nautical theme. If only they knew the truth. “You’re late.” Carl remarked as she entered the club’s back door. Darya winced, “Sorry Carl, I was studying for a test.” Carl just sniffed and waved her into the back. Darya darted up the back steps to a small room. She fished out the key from her purse and unlocked the tiny room that was the only access to the tank. Thanks to her job as one of the resident mermaids, she had privacy that other girls didn’t have. The room was small, with a metal floor. Several hooks held various sea themed bikini tops, not that they were encouraged, while two big silicone tails leaned against the back wall, the outfits of her coworkers. Not that she ever saw much of her two fellow mermaid girls. They were both nice, they’d met during her initial tryout, but since then they’d mostly worked separate shifts. This was in part due to Darya’s refusal to do girl on girl shows in the tank. Her boss wasn’t happy about that, but relented in favor of a big tit mermaid who worked for a reasonable rate. She probably made less than some of the dancers, but she’d never been graceful enough on two legs to master their gyrations around the pole. The water was her home. A third tail, this one cheap rubber and far less impressive than the one she would be sporting was resting in a corner. It was her way of pretending. She’d gotten one that looked somewhat similar, just enough to keep people from asking questions. She flipped open the lid to the tank, revealing a small ladder down into a hidden alcove with a dome of air over it. There were small pumps to push bubbles into the tank, and hidden hoses in some of the rocks to allow the other girls to breathe every minute or two while doing their show. Darya ignored all of it. She locked the door and set her purse down. Kicking off her shoes, and shaking herself out of her jeans. The plain t-shirt and bra followed into a pile in the corner, away from where the water might get them. Rubbing her breasts gently, she enjoyed the feel of the cool air upon her nipples, but it would be nothing compared to the sensations that would follow. Checking the clock, she slowly eased herself onto a seated position at the top of the ladder. *** *** *** Darya shivered as her toe dipped into the water. Like an electric current the salt water tank welcomed her. Within moments she could feel herself responding to the call of the sea once more. The deep longing. She’d always had trouble putting the sensation into words, it was just too perfect a few moments of electrifying bliss as her feet exploded outwards into her gorgeous flukes, and twin lines of iridescent fins erupted from her legs stretching from her hips down to what had been her calves. It only took moments for her legs to merge from her crotch to her heels, just in time for her scales to cascade downward from her hips in a crosshatching pattern that lay over her skin like a glittering suit of medieval armor, if that armor were made of polished turquoise and amethyst gems. Lastly, her dorsal fin sprang from her backside even as her ears fanned outward and fingers became webbed. Her full form, tan skin flowing into resplendent purple with a blue underside to her tail was a sight to see, even back home. She’d made many an older mermaid jealous of those fins. Now she paraded them for the humans like she was some random side show act. Still, it was money, and in the human world she needed it. She was quite the draw. One thing always set her apart from the other girls in getting the attention. Her sex remained uncovered, it’s soft velvety folds tucked neatly right above the line of her scales. It hadn’t occurred to her at first to hide it, and when the owner had found out her made a great deal out of her willingness to be all there for the entertainment. Taking a last lungful of air, she slid under the water, releasing it once she felt her gills open and fill with water. *** *** *** Darya flicked her fins. If nothing else she enjoyed the freedom to be back in her natural form. She’d spend hours swimming in the tank. Sometimes just floating, sometimes chasing around. Thankfully it was moderately large, enough that she could swim in more than just circles, and it was salty. Dozens of little fish lived in the tank for effect, but the salt was important to her too. Occasionally she’d look out at the crowd to see who was leering at her breasts. It was the usual gaggle of older men, business men and blue collar alike. A few made crude gestures, some even propositioned her. She ignored them all. Once in a while a lady would come watch her. Some seemed to long for what she had, a few were clearly there because they fancied her like the men did. She’d occasionally give them a bit of a look, but few could meet her dark, nearly black eyes. Tonight, didn’t seem any different. She swam and people watched. Glancing out though she suddenly stopped. There in the audience was her roommate, tucked back in a corner, trying not to be seen, but her gamer chic look made her stand out among the regulars. Black hoodies with logos of games weren’t exactly common place among this crowd. Darya swore, releasing a stream of bubbles. She’d tried to avoid having Zoey see her, and now she knew Zoey was almost certain to try to get backstage. Hopefully Carl would keep her out until she could get away. If Zoey was aware she’d been spotted, she gave no sign. She just watched from inside her hood. Darya checked on her for a while, little happened save she ordered something and sipped it now and again. Time was somewhat meaningless to Darya under the water, she never checked the clock, just swimming until someone rapped on the tank to let her know that they were closing. So she had no idea how long Zoey sat there, only that it was a long time, and that when it came time for her to get out of the tank she was nowhere to be seen. *** *** *** The air felt harsh after the soft salt water. Darya coughed as she felt her gills expel the last of the water and seal up, letting her lungs fill with air once more. She hoisted herself clumsily out of the water, shaking herself as she tried to get far enough onto the rubber mats to pull her tail all the way out of the water. The change back was less fun, as her skin dried out and her scales pulled back. It was like her body was being put back int a box that was just a little too small for her. Fins folded away, and webbing receded. Her legs split making her hips pop as she shifted them around. Finally, she wiggled her toes, she tried to get comfortable with them again. The first steps were always the hardest as she found her balance. Damp, naked, and human again she pulled on her clothes just before a knock at the door. “Who is it?” She said as loudly as she could, knowing the pumps in the room made it hard to hear anyone. “Carl,” came the muffled response through the door. A lump formed in her throat for a moment, would he have brought Zoey up with him? No, Carl was too professional, he’d never let someone up without clearing it with her. “Just a second Carl, I’m almost dressed.” Another muffled response, “Yeah, alright.” She glided over to the door, now back in her street clothes and unlocked it. Carl’s bulk blocked out the tiny hall light. “Hey Carl, what’s up?” “Just wanted to let you know you’ve got a new fan.” Fan. That was code in the club for potential stalker. “I do?” “Yeah, some mousy girl was being real nosy about you. Said she was your roomie and tried to get back stage to surprise you.” His matter of factness made it clear what he probably did after. “I take it she was invited to leave politely?” “Yeah. She didn’t argue much, but still.” “I know, I appreciate it Carl, and I think I know who you’re talking about. I do know her, but I appreciate you not letting her up here. Thank you.” “No problem. Do you need to be walked out?” “No, I’ll be okay. Thanks again Carl.” *** *** *** Zoey wasn’t outside the club waiting. For that at least Darya was thankful. By the time she got home her roomie was in her bed, turned away from her. Darya took a deep breath; it was better now than in the morning. “Okay, stop pretending to be asleep, I know you were at the club tonight.” The response came as a whimper, “I’m sorry. I know I promised. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just really wanted to see you in your tail.” Darya frowned a bit, “Trouble?” “Yeah, I tried to see you after the show, but some guy told me to get out or he’d call the cops on me.” Zoey sniffed and wiped a sleeve across her nose. She’d clearly been crying. “That was Carl, he doesn’t know you and he’s doing his job. No patrons backstage.” Darya sighed, she’d expected Zoey to be hyper bouncy, not scared to death by Carl. “Look, I’m sorry Carl scared you, but you shouldn’t have tried to do that.” “But we’re roomies.” She pleaded. “And that doesn’t give you permission to visit me at work.” Darya chided her. “I know, but I really wanted to see.” She paused and looked up at Darya who still stood over her, hands on hips. “You were so gorgeous. I didn’t know they made tails like that. It was like you made love to the water.” Darya threw her hands up with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, god, you’re making this weird again.” “I’m sorry, I’m just really into mermaids.” “I get it, I do, but I really need this space to not be about being a mermaid. I’m here to study and you know, be a college student.” “But you are a mermaid!” Darya stopped and blinked. Her mouth opened and shut without a word coming out. For a moment she feared she’d been found out before she realized that Zoey just meant as a stripper. “It’s just a job Zoey.” “Yeah, but I don’t have the figure for it and you do.” Darya shrugged, “I think it’s less about the figure for a mermaid and more the figure for a stripper. I didn’t ask to get these huge tits.” “And flawless skin, and, hell, even your coochie is pretty. It’s not fair.” Darya blanched a bit at that realizing that her roomie had seen far more of her than she had realized. “Life isn’t fair.” “You don’t have to tell me,” Zoey sulked. “Look, I’m sorry. I am just upset you broke your promise.” Zoey picked up a pillow and pulled it into a tight hug. “I know, and you’re right to be mad at me. I’m a terrible roommate.” “You’re not a terrible roommate.” Zoey brightened a bit, “Then would you please teach me to swim in a tail?” “What?” Darya had been caught completely off guard by that comment. “I want to learn.” Darya stammered, “I, um, well, you’ll need a tail first.” “I’ve already got it. It came last week.” She reached under her bed and pulled out a long flat box which she pulled out a synthetic tail. It was pink and yellow, not the best color for the pale gamer girl, but she hugged it to her like it was made of gems. “See, I found one on sale. It’s real, one of the companies that actually makes one for swimming not just for show.” Darya was caught now. She would either have to get her fake tail and try to teach her in that, or reveal she was a real mermaid. “Look it’s late. Let’s talk about it another time, okay?” “Please?” Zoey whined. “Let me think about it, okay?” Zoey kindly let the topic drop as Darya disappeared into the bathroom. *** *** *** Darya spent the next few days avoiding Zoey as much as she could. Anytime she was around she’d give Darya a hangdog look and mope. It was getting annoying but honestly were Darya anything other than a real mermaid would she be so reluctant? Probably not. The few other mermaid girls she’d met working at the club loved sharing their hobby. That was it! She would get one of the other girls to teach Zoey! It was still early, but it was her day off from the tank. Maybe she could catch one of the others before the show and ask! She dumped her books off at the room, ignoring Zoey’s surprised look as she dashed back out the door and down the street towards the club. Mira was already in, “Hey, Darya, right?” She was a bit older that Darya, having swum for the Drunken Mermaid for almost a decade now. She kept fit and was still quite pretty, with her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and large heavy breasts that were currently proudly on open display as she changed. Half out of breath, Darya nodded as she slumped into a chair next to the door. “Yeah, hey Mira, I have a favor to ask?” “What’s up? Here, would you help me with my tail? I swear it’s getting harder to squeeze into it every year.” Darya nodded and helped Mira wedge herself into the heavy tail and shift herself over to the tank entrance. All the while babbling about Zoey wanting to learn to swim with a tail. “Well, why don’t you just teach her? I’ve seen you swim, you’re better than anyone I know.” “Um, I really don’t have time to, and I, well feel awkward. My tail is cut a little to revealing for use in a public pool.” “Oh, that’s it. Don’t want to show off the goods for free!” Mira laughed. “No worries, the other girls and I get together regularly. Bring her by. Here, give me a piece of paper, I’ll write down the address for you. It’s a private pool party just for mermaids. Most of us are former Drunken Mermaids, but we’ve got a few house moms that join us.” “Really? You’d do that?” “Sure, always happy to bring another mermaid into the shoal.” “That’s wonderful! What do I owe you?” “Hmm, I’ll think about that. But membership is $50 in the club. Annual dues. So get your girl friend to pony up the cash when she comes. Cash or check.” “Alright. I can do that.” “Might bring yourself along too.” “I’m not sure. Like I said, my tail is pretty revealing, and doesn’t react well to chlorine.” “If you say so, but it’s just us girls. You haven’t got anything we haven’t seen a thousand times before. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some boobies to slap against the glass for a few bucks.” Mira chuckled and slid herself down into the water. *** *** *** If Darya expected Zoey’s response to be muted in response to the news, she wouldn’t be her teacher, she was wrong. The small blonde gamer chick all but bowled her over with a hug, enough that she actually dropped her controller and let herself die on the game. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Darya tried to extract herself. “Come on, I just found you a place to learn. It’s $50 for membership, and here’s the address. Look I’ll even tag along the first time to make sure you get to meet Mira and Nadine. They’re the other girls from the club. A couple of the other former girls are in this group too, along with some housewives from what Mira said, so you’ll be in good company. Now will you quit trying to squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? It’s starting to hurt.” Zoey reluctantly let go and picked up her controller, happily bouncing in her seat as she returned to the game. Darya breathed a sigh of relief, maybe her secret was safe after all. *** *** *** The private pool wasn’t far, thankfully. Neither of them hard a car. Darya had said she was just going for moral support so she just trotted along while Zoey lugged a large duffle bag with her swimsuit and tail in it. “I still think you should have brought your tail.” “It’s too heavy, and besides it’s too risqué. You saw it.” “But it’s all women here, right?” “Yeah, like some women aren’t into other women.” “Oh pooh, I was hoping to see your tail again in the light. That club is dark and you just glow under those dim lights. Imagine if you were under the bright lights? You’d dazzle.” “No thanks.” Daryla just shrugged. *** *** *** The address turned out to be an old country club that had seen better days. The build up of the city around it had resulted in the former owners moving to a new location, leaving this as a rentable facility as they slowly sold off the surrounding golf course lands. The mermaid club had taken to its large Olympic sized pool with pleasure and had been renting it monthly for years at a pretty reasonable rate. Mira was there, already in her tail, splashing about. So were several other women. A few others were just working on getting their tails on at the edge of the pool. Nadine waved at Darya, but it was Mira that swam over. “Hi there, you must be Darya’s friend, I’m Mira.” Zoey just bounced, “I’m Zoey! Oh wow, your tail is so awesome! Can you really teach me to swim like you?” “I can try. Give Nadine your money for the membership and then slip into your tail.” Mira pointed over to Nadine who was carrying her own tail and a small box. “Got it!” Zoey dashed off. “You sure you don’t want to join us in the water?” “I’m sure, just here for moral support for Zoey.” “You mean to get her off your case?” Mira gave a knowing smile. “Well, that too.” “Alright, I get it, sometimes you need some space. Personally, if I could be a mermaid all the time I would. I wish you’d join us; I’ve seen your act. You’re phenomenal.” “Thanks, I’ll think about it.” “Okay, okay, I’ll stop pestering you about it now. Enjoy watching, I just can’t believe you wouldn’t rather swim.” Mira flicked her tail and shot off toward the shallow steps on the other end of the poor where Zoey was pulling her tail up over her hips. Darya had to admit it, she’d rather be swimming. She always would rather be swimming, but she had a secret to keep and it would be much harder to keep if she joined the mermaid club. Besides, chlorine burned her gills. Wandering away from the edge of the pool she watched as the various women flicked fins, swam back and forth and showed off in various ways. Mira took to her word and was slowly helping Zoey get used to the heavy tail fin and keeping herself above water enough to breath. After a while Darya wandered over out of a mix of curiosity and boredom to see what was going on. Zoey bounced a bit in the shallow water as she came up, waving at her friend, “Look! I am doing it!” Said with all the enthusiasm of a child who just discovered a new thing. Darya just smiled and watched her roommate take a few tentative pushes with her tail fluke to swim over to the wall. She surfaced just below Darya’s feet. “Oh my god this is so freaking awesome!” She abruptly pushed upwards and wrapped her arms around Darya’s legs. It was too much. On the slick tiles Darya felt her feet give way as the weight of her friend dragged her down. Her balance, never as sure on land, couldn’t compensate for the sudden pull and she began to topple. In mere moments there was a tremendous splash, and Darya felt herself engulfed by the cool pool water. She panicked. She could stay human in a shower, but not fully immersed. She could feel the changes already. Struggling to free herself of Zoey she kicked away, ripping at her shorts, trying to get them off before it was too late. Her gill slits popped open, chlorinated water poured into her body burning as it rushed past the sensitive gills. Her shorts barely made it over her feet as they began to unfurl, her legs already starting to merge as fins began to pop. She could hear others in the water, swimming towards her. The echoes from above the surface of people yelling. Arms reached for her, even as her scales rippled down her tail. She felt herself hauled up to the surface. Blinking twice to clear the chlorine from her darkened sea eyes she looked at the woman holding her above water on each side. Mouths were open in shock. Around her a sea of heads bobbed above the ripples in the pool. Nadine and Mira pushing their way forward. For a few moments not a word was spoken. The silence carried as much weight as her secret now. At last Darya smiled sheepishly. “Um, hi, thanks, I’m okay, really.” Arms released her even as the silence turned into a cacophony of babbling voices. At last Mira raised her voice over the din and silenced everyone as Darya slunk lower to keep her gills moist and avoid more of the stares. “Darya, correct me if I am wrong, but you weren’t wearing a tail when you went into the water.” Mira’s voice was soft, but carried well. There was very clearly an edge of near panic and equal measures of shock and curiosity.” Darya’s shoulders shrugged in the water, what was there to say. She finally just opted for the cheeky response. “Surprise?” “Are you a?” Mira let the sentence drop. It couldn’t be real. Even as she stared at the luminous creature before her, it couldn’t possibly be true that she’d had legs just a few minutes before where that long tail now swept back and forth. Darya sighed, there was no escaping this. Not with a dozen women looking on. “Yeah, I’m a mermaid.” “Oh, my freaking god, are you kidding me? You mean I’ve been living with an honest to god mermaid and I didn’t know?” Zoey’s voice babbled. “Zoey, don’t make this weird.” *** *** *** “Are you coming?” Zoey called. Darya slid on her coat in anticipation of the chill air. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Just don’t forget your tail.” “I have it!” Came the response. The weeks and months after the incident at the pool had turned into something totally unexpected. The women had been shocked, but after the initial shock Darya had found herself bombarded by questions and an outpouring of welcome from the group. They’d all agreed to hush everything up to keep her secret if she came and swam with them regularly. Darya had initially been reluctant about this, but she couldn’t have her secret becoming any more well known, so she had consented. It had been the best decision she’d ever made. Even as they made their way back to the pool once more, she reflected on how what had started as a disaster had turned it to a dozen very good friends who now protected her secret and her with a fierceness that would make a shark turn tail. And all it took was being herself. They entered the old clubhouse poor area once more. Curtains were pulled to hide the pool from prying eyes, not just for Darya, but now more than one of the women had chosen to forgo their tops to mirror Darya’s natural nakedness. Darya herself had no need for clothes in the water, not even swimwear, as her species didn’t really bother with modesty, though she found it comforting that her presence made the other women less concerned about their own. Zoey seemed especially pleased. She reveled in getting Darya as a roommate and friend, and though occasionally she went a bit overboard in the mermaid adoration, Darya was lucky to have her. She watched as the young woman blossomed into a fair swimmer in her tail, going from awkward to graceful in the water over the months. She gave Darya a quick hug as she went off to put her tail on in the shallows. Darya on the other hand preferred to make a splashier entrance. She quickly pulled off her clothes, leaving herself naked on the pool. This elicited a few hoots from Nadine and Mira, and alerted the others to her arrival. Her tan skin and dark hair waved about her human form as she dove headlong into the pool with a satisfying splash. She braced herself for her change, only to have eyes popped open as she felt her gills receive their first gulp of water. The burn of the chlorine was gone. Clear saltwater cascaded over her gills even as her tail began to begin its transformation. With a rush she breached from the water, her breasts bobbing and her hair whipping back. She laughed, her voice music that echoed across the room. Mira swam over. “Surprise Darya. We all chipped in and convinced the owners that a saltwater pool would be a medicinal seller. They changed it last week.” “Now it won’t hurt your gills so much!” Zoey chimed in. Darya gave her a mock look of exasperation, “Zoey, don’t make this weird.”

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She was definitely growing. Samantha had done her best to pretend like her bust wasn’t becoming larger with every morning that passed, yet with every bra she went through, with every cup size her body graced her with, the self-denial grew increasingly more strained until it reached a tipping point and went careening off the edge into self-actualisation. It was a wonderful sensation, at least for a few moments: being free of the burden of lying to herself left the bee feeling like she was the lightest she’d ever been, and all it took was the immediate descent into existential terror when the truth of it sank in and she realised that yes, she was growing. Royal blood, they called it… or, well, “they” being the drones who figured that she was the one destined to be the next queen, when there was already a perfectly serviceable one several stories below ground in the honey dens. Royal blood, marking her among all of her sisters as being the one responsible for carrying on the legacy of her family; which, of course, meant having her body go through some rather sudden and drastic changes as it struggled to deal with the increased pressure and stress placed on it. It was surprisingly easy to miss at first: waking up feeling just a little bit sore wasn’t all that strange, and it wasn’t as if her tits had suddenly decided to grow multiple cup sizes at once without telling her; in fact, the first growth spurts were entirely unnoticeable, with Samantha blaming her recent lapse in attention to her diet when she noticed the extra weight. It was only after she began eating properly again, and yet her breasts continued to swell, that the self-denial truly began, and beyond then, several weeks until the bee was ready to admit to herself that she wasn’t just imagining things. Granted, she got there far after everyone else did; hard to hide the fact that she, who had once been completely flat, now carried a full pair of F-cups attached to her chest; really, Samantha did a fantastic job at convincing herself that everything was fine, after all of her shirts stopped fitting her, every bra she had snapped in half, and the first droplets of nectar began pouring out whenever she squeezed her bust by accident. This, above all else, had been what precipitated the crumbling of the delusion. She could act like her tits were no big deal when it was just size, but as soon as honey began leaking from them, it was all over for her and her comfortable insanity. As soon as she started noticing the odd looks people gave her, then looked down to see the two damp, oozing spots where her nipples had left a couple of globs of honey, Samantha’s brain short-circuited and left her stranded in the middle of weeks’ worth of ignored epiphanies. What was she to do though? Waking up that morning and taking the measuring tape into one of her four hands, all the bee could think to do was… ask for help? Go downstairs and ask her Queen just what she was supposed to do now that she had a sizeable rack, one that jutted out from her otherwise lithe form in an almost obscene fashion; it didn’t help that her body seemed to freeze whenever she looked at herself in profile, her eyes narrowing on her full form, on the way her breasts curved, on how soft and stuffed and glowing with amber they were. She shook her head. Almost panicking at the realisation that she’d let herself be carried away by her own self-indulgent thoughts, Samantha tried to find something else to focus on; anything would do, even if this meant revisiting paperwork that she’d already filed but had an excuse to dig back up again. She knew that the moment she stepped foot into the hive proper, a procession of drones would be there to grab her and lead her down to the honey pits to present her to the Queen, which… certainly put a hamper on her plans to ask for help, now that she thought about it. The bee stared at herself in the mirror again, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The rest of her body was the same as it always had been: thin, svelte, the only rounded edges being the hardened chitin plates covering a significant portion of her body. No alterations other than her bust had taken place; even though the Queen was overall well-proportioned and very curvaceous on more than just their chest, Samantha herself had nothing more than a swollen pair of tits to her name. In a way, it was almost a relief: it let her take refuge in the idea that maybe she was just a late bloomer, that maybe her being a bee meant that her late puberty would hit her like freight train; clearly, if she was meant to be a Queen, then her thighs would be thickening out considerably as well, and what she was seeing there was clearly just extra weight on account of her eating too many sweet. No, it was just her breasts… but that didn’t make them go away. If anything, them being the sole problem made them almost more prominent in Samantha’s mind, because the problem was obviously still there and getting worse by the day; it used to be just size, but now she had to actually worry about leakage, carrying around multiple bags of tissues just in case she accidentally spurted honey all over herself (again). And if it didn’t stop, what then? Was she supposed to just live on, as her breasts slowly filled up to the point where she couldn’t walk? She wasn’t a Queen, she was just… well, something! Not a drone, not a worker, but a… princess, maybe? At no point before then had Samantha actually stopped to consider what position she occupied in the hive’s hierarchy; she had been allowed out of it to lead a somewhat normal life, pursuing studies of her choice on the Queen’s dime alone with several of her sisters, but at no point had she been expected to do anything. Unlike the myriad of drones performing regular maintenance and repair on the hive’s megastructure, or the technicians keeping the honey pumps going, or any of the other thousands of workers all around her, she was “expected” to just… do her own thing. And now, now that prospect started to sound terrifying to her. What if the whole thing was designed to get her to not think too much about it? What if she was expected to go around and live a regular life just so that fate could conspire to take it all away from her at the end? What if her sisters and her were meant to acquire life experience just so that, whenever the call of royalty pulled one of them back into the hive, they wouldn’t be a sheltered brat ready to bring the whole operation down? Maybe her entire existence up until that point had been part of one long gambit, meant to pay off when at least one of the brood showed signs of developing into a Queen in their own right, and this, this that she was experiencing, was just step one. She would keep growing, keep bloating, keep filling, until eventually she’d need the drones to help move her around, what with her bust alone being large enough that it smushed the one underne- The one beneath! In a blind panic, Samantha rushed for the mirror, only to nearly trip and fall when she remembered she was already standing in front of it. Slipping over a honey spurt, the bee raised her breasts with one pair of hands while running the other one down her chest multiple times, fingers pressing against her hardened outer shell in search of any soft spots. Anything, even the slightest bump on her chitin plates, was enough to draw a sharp gasp out of her, at least until Samantha confirmed they weren’t additional breasts, giving her muscles some time to relax before tensing up again a few seconds later. Rinse and repeat until she was certain her one rack was still her one rack, at which point the bee slumped onto her bed, head on all four of her hands. It was a fact that Queens simply couldn’t produce the required amount of honey to feed a whole hive having only one set of honeytanks; the absolute lowest number that Samantha’s royal lineage had ever produced were six, with some of the larger Queens going to numbers so high that their body plans had to radically rearrange themselves just to fit the extra rows. Even her own matriarch, with her “mere” eight, had to have her chest stretch out considerably to keep those things out in front, what with each of their breasts being the size of a large transport truck and still growing by the day. And that was another thing! It wasn’t just her tits or ass or thighs either, her whole body was going to start growing uncontrollably and there wasn’t a damned thing Samantha could do to stop it; after all, she needed a sizeable frame to carry the sort of assets she’d be developing, and that meant topping out at over thirty feet tall at the minimum, in a hive where the tallest ceilings barely hit fifteen. The moment her royal blood was confirmed, it’d be down to the honey pits with her, never to see the light of day again apart from projectors and the occasional videoconference. A terrifying prospect indeed, hence why Samantha was left somewhat concerned by how her gut reaction wasn’t terror, but tittilation. She raised her head, once again looking at herself in the mirror. The bee she saw staring back at her was tiny, diminutive even, the only appreciable part of them being the oversized bust leaking honey all over the floor as a result of her thoughts slipping into scandalous realms for a short while. She saw herself as she was, but also as she could be: enormous, large enough to cover an entire room in herself, leaking enough honey to fill an entire dam all by herself, tended to by swarms of drones who knew nothing but to serve her in all of her glory. Samantha saw herself, the Queen of this new hive, ruling over an age of prosperity unlike any it had seen before, glorious and resplendent, radiant and magnificent, bigger than all of the Queens before her, greater than any who would follow, a benchmark that would never be reached again, let alone surpassed. She saw herself as she could be, were her potential to be realised, and for the briefest moment, Samantha smiled. Only then did her brain catch up with itself, the panic response returning in full when the bee came to understand just what she’d spent the last few seconds fantasising about. Looking down, her breasts had already swollen a few more inches, so much honey spurting from her teats that they, too, seemed to have engorged somewhat; grumbling under her breath, the Queen-to-be got up and turned towards the bathroom, wanting to get some toilet paper to clean up before the nectar ingrained itself in the rug. On doing so, however, she felt two things. Two very present things, that hadn’t been there a while ago, two things that were large enough for her to sense the weight of, two things that were hard at work adding to the mess on the ground. Samantha froze, signals coming up through her spine to be translated into something that made sense, just as her centre of gravity shifted further down and out, as her new pair of breasts finished growing in, slightly pushing her first row upwards as both racks swelled a cup size or two more. “God fucking damnit,” escaped from her lips, Samantha having to take care not to slip on her own produce, “why fucking today? Goddamnit!” Excuses, excuses. Samantha could stand there berating fate all day long, that wouldn’t make her any less ecstatic at finally having a body that more closely resembled that of her matriarch. Or, rather, the part of Samantha that actually accepted her status as a royal was more than happy, while the rest of her was definitely less than enthused about the prospect of outgrowing her room before she had the chance to call for help… especially when she accidentally bumped against the doorframe and noticed the chitin on her left leg was quite a bit softer than it used to be. Not enough to get her attention, but enough for her mind to put a pin on it so it could return to that realisation later. In the meantime, the bee had better things to worry about, like how a significant portion of her torso was covered by her now-four breasts, how she had honey running down her front in quantities far greater than it ever had, and how much she wasn’t seeing it as a bad thing. Subconscious, actually, to the point where it took Samantha a few seconds to notice how her brain was telling her that this was absolutely, totally fine. She did her best to shake those thoughts out of her head… to mixed results. Both hands practically digging grooves into the sink, her eyes wide as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was difficult, not grabbing the polished surface and throwing it at the nearest wall, though not for the reasons one might expect; the conscious Samantha, the one that didn’t want to become a Queen, did in fact want nothing more than to throw that mirror away until it was nothing but shards. At least then, she wouldn’t be able to see herself bloating, she could pretend it was fine, she could carry on acting like it was no big deal. But there was someone else in her head with her. Someone who didn’t use to be there, someone who bore only a passing resemblance to herself, someone who looked at the changes wrought to her figure and thought them not unwelcome, but expected. Someone who wanted more, someone who looked at the mere thought, the mere notion of becoming a Queen as something to aspire towards, as a goal to work towards rather than a horrid destiny to avoid at all costs. And this side of her was gaining ground. With every second that passed, it grew, encompassing more and more of the bee’s mind, obscuring any thoughts she might’ve once had about holding back. With every second that passed, more and more of Samantha began wondering where or not she should just accept her fate and become a Queen, turning into a beautiful and radiant new version of herself that would forever nurture her brood. Odd thoughts. Bad thoughts. Thoughts she shouldn’t be having. One strike to the side of the head, another slap to the other cheek, heavy breathing and a splash of water onto her face. Look down and see her honey trickling onto the linoleum; look back up, watch as her breasts continued to swell, visibly now as their size kept rising. Close her eyes and try to focus on anything, literally anything else, only to end up with nothing but the quiet churning of honey within her bust. Open them back up, and repeat the cycle, unable to break it… unwilling to break it. What met Samantha’s eyes after a short time stuck in this loop was not her worried expression, but a wide, almost broken smile, one she carried with a gusto that bordered on the obscene. Not so much a smile, in fact, as it was a grin, beaming and bright, as the inner her surfaced, emerging onto a surface that so desperately needed her to be there to take control of the situation. The old Samantha was clearly incapable of handling things; hell, she was trying to stop the transformation from happening, when it was obviously ordained by fate. How could she be trusted with being a Queen if she didn’t even accept the fact that it had to happen? No, what she needed was for this new self, this new her, to impose itself onto reality at large and make of that body of theirs what it was always meant to be: something big. She already had two pairs of honeymakers, it was exceedingly easy for her to force her biology to produce another row; more would come later, but for now, three racks were more than enough to prove to the drones outside that she was who she claimed to be. No point dillydallying; her royal blood was manifesting, and she needed to act quickly. Hip-check the doorframe on the way out for good measure, she had to make sure her thighs were coming in nicely as well; a body as maternal as hers would become needed an adequate amount of pudge around the waistline and legs to complete the figure. She couldn’t be expected to run around without a body thick enough to make even the hardiest of workers melt down at the mere sight of it; that was half the point of being a Queen, after all! And she would be a Queen. The old her might not have wanted it, but the new one desired it; the new one wanted nothing more than to grow, to burgeon, to bloat, to fill, to swell, to become ever greater and all-encompassing until even this hive was rendered obsolete. This new her understood what it meant to be royalty, and was well on her way to becoming the most productive Queen to have ever lived. After all, who else could claim to have been so big and numerous before even being confirmed as possessing royal blood? Who else could claim to be as bountiful as her? There was plenty of work to be done still.

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Dr.Bow Artus stood between a wall of heat and cold in her private lab within Lazarus Hands. To her left was immense heat billowing off huge super processors that have been toiling away for a week for her, and are seconds from finishing. To her right the heat sinks circulated nitrogen cooling to counteract it and especially keep normalised temperatures in the pod Bow watched over. Bow herself has voluminous amber colored hair to her shoulders with short bangs cut into a downward triangular shape. Her eyes were a pale olive color behind her thick glasses, but the left lens was fake, because her eye on that side was a cybernetic replacement. She was a slightly petite woman, and though her lab coat hid it, she had a well formed figure. Inside the pod she observed is another woman, curled into the fetal position naked, and with a tree of ribbon cables sprouting from her back leading back into the processors. The woman's body type mirrored Bow's almost exactly; nice hips, meaty but not fat thighs, bubble butt, and breasts that were a good full handful each. Her hair was a bit wavy and went past her toes in this position- to the small of her back if she stood, and it was snow white in color. Though the room was still loud, it seemed to become dead silent to Bow as she had become accustomed to the constant whirring of the processors that now suddenly stopped. Cold washed over her a moment before temperature control adjusted itself again. The woman in the pod slowly opened her eyes, revealing her bright yellow iris. Two nodes of pale yellow spun around on either side of each of her iris- this indicated heavy loading, her conscious mind wasn't on quite yet. While her mind came to, Bow stepped into the pod and started to pull ribbon cables out as they were no longer needed- her mind was processing everything locally now. Because Bow was doing that, she did not see the loading complete. "What... Is...? Who...?" The woman's voice was weak and confused. Bow quickly held her head and moved a step back to put her own face back in the woman's field of view. "Shhh, it's OK. Listen, I am here to help you, all you have to do is listen to me, and try not to think. Think about as little as possible if you can help it. You just came online, I don't want your organic mind to overtax the inorganic- they still need to...learn how to get along." The woman looked at her hands and arms. It took her several moments of looking to spot the seams. There are very fine but still noticeable and clean seams in her forearm, back, neck, her temples and a few other spots. "I am...machine?" Bow smiled warmly, brushing stray hairs from her face for her. "A lot of your body is, but not all of it. Half your brain is organic. Those seams are regulation- I could easily make a flawless body with no seams. If an emergency comes up though- you want those seams to indicate where things are, so medics know where your parts are." Bow gently took the woman's wrist and turned her hands over. "These are technically illegal though. I gave you fingerprints on only one hand. The skin on the other is textured still like normal skin elsewhere, but has no prints. So if you ever want to do something...questionable- you know which hand to use dominantly." Bow finished pulling out the ribbon cables, feeing the woman from the machine entirely and closed the panel on her back for her. The woman can close and open the panels reflexively but Bow wanted to give her as little to think about at a time as she could. She crouched in front of the woman, admiring her full naked form- most of which Bow tailor made herself, as real as it looked. Bow smiled, looking into the woman's eyes. "OK. First thing is first. Don't mind the mess in here- this whole thing was an experimental endeavour, and I have sorta been living out of my lab through the whole process. My name is Dr.Bow Artus, I am a prosthetics expert and I work for Lazarus Hands- a company that leads the cutting edge on this sort of technology." She huffed. "NFE is chasing theories with its Archon project, while we put technology to use on something real. We help people rebuild themselves. Better than new!" Bow opened a panel on her wrist, then did the same on the woman's wrist and put them side-by-side to compare. Inside Bow's arm is organic muscle strands, parted just enough to expose the metal bone that ran through the middle. From the metal skeleton was several ports sticking up between muscle fiber- places where mods can be attached. Inside the woman's arm there was nothing organic. There was muscle but it was silver-grey, it was made of millions of ultra fine metal fiber cables that contracted or relaxed like normal muscle. The panels themselves worked in a similar way- they were stiff when unpowered but felt like soft flesh when turned on. The woman furrowed her brows. "Who am I?" "My...sister." Bow glanced around for a moment thinking, before seeing the detached ribbon cables. "Your name is Ribbon. This is your first time waking up like this, so the two halves of your brain are harmonising still. I just got my prosthetics too so...we can both learn our new selves." Bow ran her hands down Ribbon's body, feeling along specific places to see if all the false muscle was working properly. She had spent weeks building most of Ribbon's body from the ground up so Bow actually know Ribbon's body better than Ribbon herself, but even still she couldn't help but get lost in marveling it. It was one thing putting it together, and another to see it animated, and functioning in motion. So real, so close to real human...but so much better, stronger, and adaptable. Ribbon blushed- Bow's touch helped the fact she was naked fully sink in. Bow is a doctor though, and handmade most of the exposed body, so it seemed silly to try and hide it from her. Bow very gently cupped the bottom of her breasts, slid across the soft round bottoms and pinched the nipples slightly, rotating them between thumb and index. Ribbon blushed even brighter and moaned involuntarily. Bow's smile broadened at the reaction. She quickly let go and slipped the shoulders of her lab coat off and unbuttoned her blue shirt, and unclasped her black lace bra. Thrusting her own breasts forward, Bow told Ribbon to touch them. One of them had artificial breasts and one did not- Bow told her to find out which was which. Ribbon cupped Bow's breasts, then moved them around a bit while clasped. The nipples hardened into her palms, but..she also felt her own nipples stiffen at Bow's touch. She gently moved her hands around the curve, pressing into them to test consistency before stopping on the round bottoms and hefting them, letting them plop back down onto her hand. Through and through, they felt absolutely real. She then did the same thing to her own breasts with identical results. "Mine are false." Bow frowned a bit. "How'd you tell?" "We are identical in size but mine feel slightly lighter weight, even though they are the same in every other aspect." Bow huffed but also smiled at Ribbon's careful observation. She clicked her still open wrist onto a connector, and used her link to open a panel in a nearby wall. It flipped over to reveal a huge case filled with...breasts! Prosthetic breasts from completely flat to some absurd sizes that would be impossible organically. Bow explained that since Ribbon's breasts are indeed both inorganic, she could swap them at any time for whatever size she wanted. She would be able to fully feel every inch of tit flesh she linked to her body. Ribbon looked dazed by the sight of so many ultra-real breasts. After a minute of just taking it all in, Ribbon walked over to the giant case to browse. She pointed to one set that was off on its own, bordered by warning labels. "What is with these?" "Expanding. They contain a large culture of dormant nanites. There is a place in the middle of your chest where you can link these two canisters and release the contents into yourself- the nanites use the material inside to quickly construct a type silicon foam to expand the breasts to whatever size you want on the fly. Basically, these are the boobs you want if you don't know what boobs you want." Ribbon's eyes scanned over the breasts and her cheeks reddened more the larger the breasts got. She took one of the largest down, though Bow had to help her because of the weight. It was bigger than a medicine ball! Its weight was less than if a real breast somehow became that big, but still damn heavy. Requiring back augments to support kind of heavy. Ribbon hefted the single huge tit in her hands, then hugged it to herself, cooing at the feeling of the soft artificial flesh squishing against her as her own breasts pressed into it. The edges, where the breast ended were actually quite stiff, but only because it was unpowered. Breasts actually continued on under a person's arms, but that did not change according to the size of the projected breasts, so that area was not part of what could be swapped out. Ribbon put the giant breast back after fondling it up quite thoroughly, then told Bow she wanted to try the expansion ones and Bow happily agreed. Bow helped Ribbon decouple her current breasts and gently took them off. It was odd- like a phantom limb, she did not feel the breasts leave her. Even removed it still felt like they were there- she could not feel any sensations on them obviously, but it also didn't feel like they were gone. Before placing the new flat nipples, Bow removed another two sections below the first, smiling as she told Ribbon it is an 'expansion slot'. She was equipped to have up to four breasts at once! Ribbon shook her head. "I-I don't know..." Bow silenced her with a quick, soft kiss. "Neither do I. Don't think- feel." Ribbon moved her hands to stop Bow's but put no effort into actually stopping her. Bow linked the breasts into the lower slots, before mounting the new expansion ones in the upper slots. When it was fully linked, the tissue became powered and linked together. There was no seams, no way of telling these were not normal on her except for two ring marks in either armpit- which is where they are decoupled from her. The nipples and areola of the new tits were pastel pink, but moments after they were linked the color faded to pale brown- her neutral color. The sensation in them came alive in a wave,started from the edges and ending in the nipples as they stood in attention. Bow handed her the canister, and pointed out a translucent strip down the side that was marked with breast size indicator- both showing how much was left in the can, and how big it would make her. Ribbon's original(and now secondary) breast are a small C, so she released the contents of the canister up to E cup. For a moment she felt no different, but then the nerves started to tingle and warm. Her areola puffed up slightly and then the skin below started to form into perfectly round mounds. As they swelled past B cups, they started to get more bottom heavy, starting to grow into a natural tear shape, rather than round balloon tits of yesteryear's prosthetics. When they progressed past D's the sensations really picked up. There was the warm growing pressure deep inside them at the base but now also the stretching and expanding pressure of the surface skin. The bottoms folded over the chest, giving the breasts round fat bottoms and a progressive smooth slope at the top. Finally growing to E cups they started to widen more, but not too much by the time they stopped. In a relaxed standing position the breasts pressed gently against one another at their plumpest part. Ribbon was expecting to need to adjust her posture as the center of balance shifted but did not. Her entire spine was artificial and just adjusted itself automatically- it was made of titanium alloy, it took a LOT of weight to throw it off. Ribbon fondled the curves of her big new boobs, humming in pleasure at the sensations as she aggressively kneaded them and gasped as she suddenly felt Bow grab her lower breasts. Bow pushed in, sinking her hands into the soft masses, and Ribbon sank back into a kneel as her legs got a bit weak at the pleasure. Even Bow blushed as she looked Ribbon in the eyes past the curve of her huge boobs and asked if she could tell who had the artificial pussy. Ribbon had not even looked at her own vagina yet, though it had been clenching lightly on its own witch twitches of pleasure from her quad tits. Bow slid her clothing the rest of the way off, except her lab coat which remained hanging onto her at her elbows. She stood to take her panties off, and since Ribbon was kneeling, the plump pink mound was right at eye-level already. The honey colored bush over it was shaped loosely like a fat diamond. There was visible seams a distance above it, but it was hard to sell if the seam was the end of natural flesh or the start of it. Glancing down, Ribbon seen her own body bore the same seams. One that followed the contour of her lower ribs, and a slight downward pointed seam where gut and pubic mound started. The seams ran all the way around the torso. Maybe it was a trick question- they could both be real...or both be fake. Bow placed a hand on Ribbon's chest, with fingertips in the lower cleavage, slowly sliding down and hooking her index briefly in the naval. Her hand spun around just below the naval and Ribbon squirmed as the fingers passed over the clittoral hood and parted her sensitive, moist labia. Her middle and ring finger hooked into her pussy, while the pinky and index pressed on the inner labia, and the thumb just braced on the outer labia. Ribbon panted and subtly rocked her hips with the motion of Bow's fingers. Getting lost in sensations, she reached across her own chest between both tits on the right side and grabbed the top left breast to squeeze. With her left hand, Ribbon reached down timidly to feel Bow's pussy. She could feel the heat radiating from it before she actually touched it. The clit poked out a bit on its own already without any help. She used her index and middle finger to penetrate, and placed her thumb on the top of the pubic mound over the clit to press down softly toward it. Ribbon watched Bow's breasts jiggle as her torso shivered in pleasurable convulsions, and then it occurred to her! "Yours is real! Your breasts are real, and then your torso is sectioned off twice. So real, fake, real. Your gut is fake and your pussy is re-aaaah! ...real." She was breathless as she spoke from Bow's unhesitant fingers. "Haha, nice try but nope. The seams are regulatory, remember? They don't section things off really. My gut and my pussy are prosthetic. With nano technology I could have regenerated an actual real one, but this feels nearly identical, my periods are turned off, and it can stretch or contract to fit different sizes WAY more efficiently. Lazarus Hands' motto- BETTER than new." Now both women were breathless, and Bow half turned to activate a panel on the opposite wall. Ribbon let out a sharp gasp as she seen the giant case filled with prosthetic penis! Her brow furrowed a bit as her mind remembered a fractured memory from before she woke in the pod- she was familiar with the contents of this case already...or should be, the memory is broken up- part of the half of her brain that she no longer had. The dick sizes went from anything from underdeveloped micro penis to baseball bat 'knock someone out with it' size. There was prosthetic testicles too but only three sizes- ping-pong ball, golf ball, and large chicken egg sized. Foreskin on or off, and scrotal flexibility were adjustable apparently on all of them, and not a fixed feature. Ribbon got up shakily, her pussy still quivering from Bow's fingers. She walked over to the case, and couldn't help but wonder what these felt like...or what they felt like using. Bow glanced at her, took a deep breath, unhooked two latches at the bottom of the case and spun it inside the wall. On the other side of the case was animal dicks, and bizarre custom designed monster cocks! Bow explained they could make any body parts custom designed, so while they did not outwardly advertise things like this- they certainly still sold it. Without even asking Bow quickly looked them over, and picked out a very odd bulbous phallus. Vaguely shaped like a rounded cone, it was hugely round at the base and came to a tapered end. The inward facing edges on the fat round base was covered in little flesh barbs. She then grabbed a hybridized equine phallus. The helmet shaped glans were quite human, but the thick veins, medial ring, and size of the shaft were notably equine. Ribbon was not sure about this, nor which to pick if she did- but Bow spared her from having to choose when she handed her both! "Horse one on top." Bow touched two very specific areas and helped open the ports over Ribbon's pussy where dicks could be placed- but only one would fit. Bow then grabbed a odd biomechanical looking adapter and hooked it into the base of the bulbous phallus. The adapter would allow it to hook into her vagina, encapsulating her clittoris, and translating its sensation to the cock. Bow had to grab Ribbon's chest on either side when she linked the first one. Unlike the second dick, the first was not reconfiguring nerves that were already there- it was adding entirely new one. Some fat veins appeared at the base as it locked in place. When removed from the shelf they went flaccid without a power supply, but it did not take long for it to twitch and pulse back to full erection when linked to Ribbon- especially given her continued level of arousal. The bloated base of the lower cock pressed and teased the bottom of the long upper shaft. Not sure how to go about any of this, Ribbon continued to let Bow lead. Bow used her hand to gently guide Ribbon down and lay her on the floor- which was very warm from all the cables running just under it. Ribbon again felt the warmth of Bow's smouldering honeypot as it lowered over the long equine cock. Bow hooked her clit on the curve of the glans before rocking back to let it find its way in. She lowered herself slowly so they could both savour the sensations. Passing the medial ring, Bow grunted as it popped in, and now she felt the tip of the other cock already lined up perfectly with her anus! The lower she sank now the more she had to push to get it inside, it got thicker and thicker. At the widest it was massaging the top cock through the lining of her anus and pussy! They both gasped and then moaned long perfectly in sync as Bow passed the thickest part of the lower cock, where it rounded back, causing the rest to pop in all at once! Bow pressed her hands into Ribbon's lower breasts and used them to lift herself a bit as she rocked her hips back and forth, causing the two cocks to take turns being the deepest in. With a grin, Bow took advantage of having Ribbon pinned below and grabbed the canister she used before, popping it in and twisting to release the remainder of its contents! Ribbon arched her back at the sensation as her top breasts started to grow again! They wobbled more and more with every little movement she made, and their weight soon caused them to pull away from one another exposing the flat valley between them. Ribbon grabbed and kneaded them even more aggressively, digging into the fat bloated flesh, but soon enough her arms were pulled back and pinned at her sides! Her breasts were so huge they flopped over her arms and pinned them in place with their weight! They continued to grow and wobble, stretching till they started to jiggle more than wobble from internal pressure as they approached even the tremendous size this model of prosthetic breast allowed. Her nipples were forced to max erection from internal pressure, and even though they were flattened out across her chest, her breasts managed to grow so vast that they once again met in the middle, even while they continued to immobilize her arms! Both women orgasmed again and again! There did not seem to be a limit to it, going a bit too far with the first one. When they orgasm the pleasure remains on that level, and they just KEEP orgasming till they stop fucking. Ribbon almost blacked out on the first orgasm, but Bow remembered how little time she has been active for and eased off. Once their pleasure cooled down a bit she started slowly back up. The rest of the day was a gradual rise and fall of orgasmic pleasure, without any real breaks or interruptions! Once they were barely able to move from blissful exhaustion, Bow helped Ribbon out of her mods and returned her to her base body for now. Ribbon wanted to say something for a while, but only now spoke. "I....love you. A-and not just now...I feel like...I have always loved you Bow." Bow grinned broadly. "I know. The human mind is a remarkable thing. Technically you could destroy almost everything all the way back to the hippocampus and amygdala and still have a living being, but we have so much more than that! The mind is initially just a goopy slate to write information on. That is why if you have a part of your brain destroyed that is normally in charge of something, the remaining brain can just relearn it and take over." "That is how I can have an entire half of my brain replaced by a synth and still cope." Bow's smile became more subdued. "I have a lot of good colleagues who I can trust, and even more who respect me. I am a master of my field after all- as we just experienced full hand my artisan work in motion. But...I don't have anyone who loves me. I don't have anyone I could honestly call a close friend. My work and research keeps me busy, down here in my private labs, so I never really had the chance to form those relationships. So, I had to invent a solution." Ribbon's eyes went wide with realisation as she reached out with her hand, and Bow placed her identical hand against it. "We are..." "The same person. You are the left half of my brain, and I kept the right. Sorry, I ended up with our memories." "Wow...you said sister before but that isn't true, we are more like clones...or...that isn't accurate either, because I was not genetically copies, we are literally just two halves of the same thing. WAIT! That means we didn't have sex, we were technically masturbating?" Having already gotten over her confusion a long time ago on the subject, Bow just returned to her desk, and motioned over to a spare lab coat on a hanger for Ribbon. "It doesn't need an identifier- it is me inventing a solution." Ribbon tossed the coat on, while looking a bit distantly into the pod she was born from. "I wonder...would a quartered organic mind function?" Bow smiled and turned back to her monitor. "We better get back to researchin', eh?"

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Title: Pack of Two, Part 3 by Grodd Tags: Anal, Bad Language, Canine, Husky, M/M, Oral, Rimming, Wolf Could he do it? Could he shoot the cops to keep himself and John out of jail for a little longer? If he shot the cops, should he shoot to kill? If he didn't the cops certainly would shoot back with intent to kill as soon as Marcus opened fire. If he did shoot to kill, and succeed, then the police would be even more determined to capture them. If he did nothing, they'd be in jail within the next hour. At least they wouldn't be dead in jail. No, surviving jail was a long shot. The chance of them surviving jail when half of the inmates where Bores was slim to none. They'd get word to their incarcerated members, and Marcus and John would be dead before the day was over. It was clear that they'd have to fight their way out of the hospital room. Marcus, as the more experienced, knew that he would have to lead the fight. He turned the handle, leaning his shoulder against the door. The cop stated kicking at the door, but Marcus held it firm. He looked back at John who had the same cold understanding in his eyes that Marcus had come to. At least he knew what was coming. There were frantic and hurried footsteps stomping into the room outside of the bathroom all of a sudden, and the cop stopped his kicking. "What the-" Marcus heard the cop saying. His voice was faint through the thick wooden door. "Drop your weapons!" he screamed at whoever had just entered. Gunshots rang out and a nurse started screaming. We have to go, now. Marcus realized. Relying on John following him closely, Marcus burst through the door and instantly dashed to his left. He was behind two cops, both of them canine. In the doorway was an alligator and a jaguar. The cat was sidestepping and ducking behind a sickbed. The cop's bullets tore through it, and the feline. Marcus dove to the ground and slid across the slick floor. He skidded under his own sickbed. He heard one of the cops fall, and the other groan in pain, but the shots kept firing. The bathroom door slammed shut and there was a lull in the gunfire. Marcus hated what he was about to do. He turned himself and pressed his feat against the wall between the two sickbeds. He pushed off the wall and slid out from between the beds. He rolled to his feat, and silently hurried over towards the door that led out into the hall. John was still between the beds, peaking up over one at Marcus. Marcus pointed to the bathroom door, and then pressed two fists together. John nodded, and crept over to the cop's door. He grabbed onto the handle and leaned back, watching Marcus over his shoulder. Just as expected, the door to the hallway slowly started inching open. More and more it opened. Marcus pressed himself harder against the wall to keep from being seen. Stupidly, the gator pushed his entire wrist and pistol through the expanding crack as he started scanning the room. Marcus jammed his pistol through the hole and pulled the trigger. He watched as the top slide of the gun pulled back, and then stuck like that. "Shit!" Both he and the gator cursed. It seemed that years under the sink had made the mechanisms sticky, and he hadn't oiled it as frequently as he should have. Marcus swung his right leg around and slammed it into the door. The door crushed the gator's wrist between its' heavy wooden edge and the metal doorframe. His gun fell from his hand. Marcus fell to his butt, dropping his own gun and catching the gator's as he fell. He pried the door back open with his left foot, and hit the ground firing. Three rounds hit the gator square in the gut. He fell backwards bleeding badly. "Marcus." John called distressed. Marcus retrieved his own gun from the floor and stuffed it in his pants. He looked towards John, and saw the husky with both hands on the handle and one foot on the wall. Marcus flicked the safety onto the 9mm he'd just taken from the gator and slipped it into his pants with the jammed .45. "What's going on out there? Johnson! Johnson!" The cop was shouting from behind the door. Marcus looked at the dead cop. It felt like an icicle was jabbing him in the heart. There lay a man dedicated to his job, to the ideal of justice. Dead because of those punk-ass Bores, firing off rounds because Marcus and John had inadvertently disrespected one of them. It was absolute insanity. The cop was pulling on the door in a 1-2-3 rhythm. Marcus held up his fingers, and in time with the cop's pulling he started counting down. First three, then at two he started running towards the door. At one John released the door. The cop tore it open and caught a flying wolf to his chest. Marcus tumbled to the ground with the cop, and easily pinned the yellow lab to the ground. He held his hands to the hard floor and stared the cop in the eyes. To the lab's credit he returned the stare, not something everyone can do. To compound things for the cop his left arm was bleeding badly over the bathroom floor. "I need you to listen to me. Carefully." Marcus explained. The cop said nothing, but kept matching Marcus' stair. "Last night we pissed of one of the Bores at a concert. It involved his girlfriend. He beat the crap out of her, and in her panic she came to our apartment, although she hardly knew us. He followed her and attacked us with two of his friends. In self defense I killed him, and injured one of his friends." "You should have come to us." The lab said. Looking into his eyes as he was, Marcus could see the realization, surprise, and belief. They officially had a cop on their side. Marcus shook his head. "After killing one of them we'd be killed in jail." The cop was silent. "So you understand why we've been running, and why we'll keep running. We're leaving the city, maybe even the country. We don't want anyone else to get hurt. Do what you can for us, would you?" The cop gave him a sideways look. "It won't be much, I'm the rookie." "I appreciate it. And I appreciate the understanding." Marcus looked over his shoulder to John who was watching both him and the door to the hall. "Your friend. Johnson you said." "He's dead. I know." The lab turned his head to the side and rested it on the floor, closing his eyes. "I only called out because I had nothing else to reach for." "Yeah well the Bores are dead too." Marcus paused. "Please forgive me." Marcus said as he rolled the lab over to his stomach. "We can't risk it. I'm gonna cuff you. I'm sure more cops'll be here soon to set you free." "I do understand, and I do forgive you." The lab said, taking in a sharp breath as Marcus pulled his arms back and pinned them to his lower back. "I hope you can forgive me as well. If the chief commands me to go after you again, I will. Know that cops aren't bad people, but some of us aren't worth trusting. It looks like you know that already." The cuffs snapped into place with the lab's hands stuck behind his back. "My names Troy Bakley." "You know mine." Marcus stood. "Thank you again." He left the bathroom and handed the 9mm to John. He showed him the safety. He pulled his own gun and started fiddling with it as he headed for the door. "More cops will be here any second. The staff must have called them by now." "Yeah, he fucking shot me. Three times." Marcus heard from the hall as he stepped through the door. He looked to the ground on his right and saw the Bore who'd taken the three 9mm rounds. The gator's hide had kept the relatively small bullets from being fatal, and was on his cell phone. He had a small revolver in his hand, already pointed up at Marcus. The gator smiled a wicked toothy smile. "Bye bye." He said. Marcus had no where to go, no time to move, and no gun to counter with. A shot rang out and the gator's head snapped back as a 9mm round blasted between his teeth, through the roof of his mouth, and then into his tiny brain. John slowly lowered the gun to his side. "Piece of shit." He spit. Marcus nearly hugged him. "Marcus?" Troy called, worried. "One of them was still up. He's down." Marcus said simply. "Let's go." "Take the elevator." Troy said. "They'll take he stairs first sense they're more reliable. Go quick though before enough men get here to cover both." Without responding, Marcus and John sprinted down the hall towards the nearest elevator. Marcus' injuries stung like hell, but didn't hinder him too much. They hit the "down" button, and waited for a few years while the apparently ancient stone operated elevation system crawled up towards the third floor. In reality it was only about 7 seconds, but Marcus could have ripped every piece of fur from his body in frustration. The door opened and they rushed inside and mashed the first floor button. Marcus was fiddling with the .45 again, and soon it snapped back into place. He checked to be sure it wouldn't jam again, at least not right away, and he re-cocked it. "How many are in the clip?" Marcus asked. "I haven't touched it." John said. "Good." They waited in the quiet cheesy elevator music. "If memory serves me right, there'll be a window down the hall to our right. Head straight for it. Shoot it until it breaks and we'll head out that way. Hopefully they won't have enough manpower to surround the entire hospital. When the door finally slid open they heard a series of disturbing noises. They could hear sirens, gunfire, and the automatic doors at the main entrance of the hospital sliding open. The doors where around a corner, and no more then ten yards away. "Run!" Marcus shouted. They turned and sprinted madly down the hall. Marcus pointed his gun back, and started releasing a slow and steady flow of .45 rounds to keep whoever had come through the doors behind cover. John lifted his gun and fired off four rounds in quick succession before the window broke. They dove through it, and kept running without looking back. In front of them was a large and lush lawn that led to a minor street. Across the street was a cluster of residential homes. After about ten seconds of sprinting across the lawn, Marcus heard "Freeze! Police!" From behind them. He looked back, there were four officers leveling weapons in their direction. A bullet whizzed past the cops from behind, and as one they turned. An explosion of gunfire from within the hospital and from the cops split the air. Marcus turned, unable to watch. He knew the cops would be massacred. There was no cover at the end of the hall, and there was likely at least as many Bores firing down the hall at them as there were cops being shot at. He focused on sprinting forward as fast as his feet could carry him. Then, from an intersection down the road on Marcus' side squealed a little beat up car. It's doors and hood where all different colors, but as soon as the driver saw them, he veered off the road and headed across the lawn straight for Marcus and John. "Give me your gun." John handed over his 9mm, and Marcus slowed to a walk. A badger leaned out of the Bore's passenger seat and opened fire. John crouched low to the ground covering his head. Marcus stood firm, walking towards the car, still out of comfortable range. He waited, and waited while the Bore fired off half of his clip. Finally a bullet hit within a few inches of his foot, and he decided it was time. He emptied the two, half full magazines within two seconds. His bullets shattered the front windshield, only a few of them went astray and reeked havoc with the engine. The driver was dead, and the passenger was doubled over. The car kept it's course for the time being, straight for Marcus and John. Marcus shoved John away, and jumped an instant before the car would have slammed into his knees. He turned himself sideways in the air. His shirt slid across the top of the car, and the old antennae on the back of the car lashed his leg painfully. He landed roughly on his side, and watched as the car swerved and slid across the grass. It slammed straight into the hospital and took out a generous portion of the wall. "This is crazy as hell." John groaned as he got to his feet. They resumed their sprint, heading for the homes across the street where they could hopefully disappear into someone's backyard. The morning sun lit the homes in what would have been a pleasant spectacle had there not been gunfire going off in the back round. They charged across the street without stopping, and reached the first chin link fence. He hurtled it as one and continued across the lawn. The other side of the chain link fence was pushed up against a large solid wooden fence. Marcus put the useless firearms in his pants, and again as one they each planted a foot on the top of the chain link fence and launched over the much larger wooden one. There was a strange connection between them as they ran for their lives. It was probably the same connection they say soldiers and anyone who endures life threatening trials with a partner feel. There was a bond between them where they traded and synergized their energy, giving them strength of body and mind. They fell about ten feet. Marcus rolled as he hit the dirt, and John crouched low enough to plant his hands and use them to help push him forward. A small, but feral dog came charging towards them from Marcus' side, barking and snarling. The wolf stared the dog straight in the eyes, and growled deeply. The dog backed away quickly. Their canine endurance was coming in handy, as neither of them felt the strain of their sprints and leaps too badly. They had to be sure they lost the Bores though, and so they kept running. Marcus slid up to the wooden fence before them, knowing that they couldn't hurtle it without the help of the chain-link fence. He pushed his back up against it, and held his hands out for John. The husky was panting a bit, but could go for miles and miles more before he'd have to stop. He stepped up onto Marcus' hands, and between the two of them he easily cleared the fence. Marcus looked to his right and saw a shed. He headed for it. He jumped at the shed and planted his right foot against its' white wooden wall. He grabbed onto the edge of it's roof as well, then pushed off, and managed enough height to turn in the air and grab onto the top of the wooden fence. He quickly pulled himself up and over it. He caught his foot as he crested over it, and stumbled through the air and hit the ground harder than he'd intended. John rushed over to him. "You alright?" Marcus nodded. "Which way to Bill's?" They could still hear sporadic gunfire from the direction of the hospital. "This way." John said, taking the lead, and guiding them on a course perpendicular to the one they had been on. They were heading south, cutting though yards and avoiding open streets as much as possible, always checking any street that they had to cross before they stepped into the open. It was still early enough that there was no one outside to see them trespassing. Soon the clouds covered the rising sun, and the world was cast into gloom. As the gunfire faded from hearing, the adrenaline faded from their blood. By the time they reached Bill's, a few miles south of the hospital, they where panting, sweating, and utterly exhausted. A constant state of adrenaline is rough on the body, and once the juicing hormone is absent, the body tends to crash. Marcus and John knew this all too well as Lisa let them into the warm little house. It was like something out of an entirely different city. From the inside, the walls looked like finished wood, much to cozy for the harsh industrial city. The front hall was hard wood, and there was a thick rug in the living room to their right. There was a TV on, set to the news. "The gunfight rages on. It is believed that five Policemen have lost their lives. Once confirmed it will be an officer death toll record that this city didn't need broken." The reporter was saying. "Yeah, no shit." Marcus said as he staggered into the hardwood hallway. "What happened to you guys?" Lisa asked, worried. "How did this start up?" Neither of them answered for a few moments as they caught their breath. "When I went to pick him up, the cops showed up. We locked up in the bathroom, and soon the Bores showed up, probably tipped off by whoever they've got working for them in the cop's department. There was a shoot out, and both sides ended up calling backup. We hardly made it out in the chaos." "Did they follow you?" A grumbling gravelly voice came from no where, and Marcus nearly drew a pistol, but checked himself, they where useless anyway. He'd been expecting Bill to show up soon, and sure enough, the bear swaggered around the corner and into the front hall. You'd have had to cut him in half to consider him huge. He was tall, wide, and entirely massive. He wasn't overly fat, but he wasn't all that muscled either. He was far too big for the quaint little house. "No. Absolutely not." Marcus spoke up, unfazed, just as John had predicted. "You're sure?" He asked harshly. "Absolutely." Marcus repeated. "You Bill?" The bear nodded slowly. Marcus walked towards him slowly. His stitches where killing him, throbbing now more then stinging. He reached the behemoth and looked squarely up at him, then held out his right hand. "Thank you." The bear accepted, his hand enveloping the wolf's. "Anything for my pup." He said, glancing over to Lisa. Marcus eyes fluttered a little, and his knees gave out. Bill swept a huge arm around the wolf's side and scooped him up before he hit the ground. John looked concerned as the unconscious Marcus was carefully slung over Bill's shoulder. "If the story you two told me is half true, I'm surprised he's stayed standing this long." "He's a tough little bastard." John agreed. "No question." Lisa said. "We owe him a lot." John and Bill both nodded. "He kept you safe. He's as good as family here." Bill said. "Come on Jonny. I've got some cots set up downstairs. You two can rest down there. You can stay here today and tonight, then take my car tomorrow and get the hell out of here. Lisa will be sleeping upstairs with me." The last thing he said sharply, so sharp it worried John. He glanced back to Lisa, but she seemed unworried. Bill must have noticed. "Don't worry yourself about that. She's more a daughter to me than anything else. I love her, but not like that." The big bear explained. John was satisfied with the response, and he followed Bill down the wooden steps into the basement. Each step warped and groaned as the huge bear, burdened with Marcus, stepped on them. Finally they made it to the cement floor. The stairs ended with about five feet between it's last step and the middle of the northern wall of the basement. Bill turned right, and started into the darkness. "Hit the switch on your left." He said. John looked on the wall and saw two switches on the wall. He flipped them both, and faint lights flickered to life over the entire basement. Some odds and ends, some dusty old furniture, a workbench, and a giant chest of tools filled the left side of the basement. There was only some cardboard boxes, and two cots on the right side. On each cot was a pillow, and a comforter. They looked so enticing. John walked forward, almost hypnotized by the soft looking blankets. He hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, and every one of them had been full of terror and uncertainty. Bill set Marcus down on one of the cots. "I'll go get him some new clothes. He's sweat through these already. I'll get some bandages too, and some clothes for you. You can change his clothes and bandages. I'm nice, but not that nice." "You think he'll need new bandages?" Bill nodded. "Those stitches are fresh and you guys just ran your hearts out. There's got to be some leaking, but don't worry too much. Just change the bandages and he'll be fine." John nodded. Bill headed upstairs, flipping the switch on the left, and leaving the left side of the basement in darkness. John, taking a lesson from Hollywood, pulled the 9mm and the .45 from Marcus' pants. He put the 9mm under his own pillow and the .45 under Marcus', not thinking that without ammo they where entirely useless. Marcus groaned and mumbled a bit when John lifted his pillow top place the gun under it, but he never opened his eyes. Bill came back down a few minutes later, with a pile of clothes, some bandages, and a box of .45 ammo. "I saw your buddies guns." He explained. "I've got no 9mm, but I can give you these. You know how to load them?" John shook his head. "I'm sure he does." He said nodding towards Marcus. John nodded. "I'll let him show you then when he wakes up." He set his packages on John's cot next to him. Now they had two boxes of .45 ammo, but only one .45. "Thank you for your help." John said. "We're in a hell of a mess." Bill nodded. "Anything I can do, I will. I appreciate you not blaming all of this on Lisa, although you easily could and I'd hardly have ground to argue against it. She's got enough to worry about without thinking she's gotten you two killed." John shook his head. "It's not really her fault. The Bores are messed up. They where gonna kill her and we were closest. I can't blame her." Bill smiled for the first time sense John had met him. "You're the best guys she's ever brought home. Now rest up. Come upstairs for food whenever you want it." John thanked Bill again, and the bear departed, ducking a pipe hanging about five inches off of the ceiling. Half-way up the stairs, Bill stopped. "The Bores have already stopped in once, and probably will again. They know I'm connected to Lisa, so don't be surprised if they come looking for you. If you hear anything disturbing from upstairs, it'll mean I failed at keeping them out." John nodded his understanding, and Bill departed. Once he was gone, John quickly changed into the dry clothes, and hung his wet ones from the pipe Bill had ducked under. He slowly pulled Marcus' shirt up over his head. He half woke up. "What's going on?" He asked drowsily. "We're in Bill's basement." John explained softly. "He gave us another set of clothes. We've got to change you and your bandages." "Mmmm" Marcus moaned, but he sat up and let John finish pulling his shirt off. He tried to stand, but stumbled back onto his bed. "So damn tired." He mumbled. He and John worked his pants off and tossed them aside. John had him lie on his stomach. "I've got to change your bandages." He said. He could see the blood, red on the white bandages. Bill was right. He quickly pulled the bandages free from the back of Marcus' shoulder and thigh. Marcus hardly acknowledged the actions. John replaced the old bandages with new ones, then turned Marcus back over. He did the same for the bandages on Marcus' front, then struggled to get the exhausted Marcus' boxers off. John turned towards the pile of clothes and pulled some underwear, a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt from the pile. It fit Marcus' style, strangely enough. He turned and Marcus' head was lifted. He was working his eye-brows up and down, with his hips thrust a few extra inches off the bed. John chuckled softly. "Not right now, bud." He said. "It's time for rest." The struggled the clean clothes onto Marcus. Within moments Marcus was back to sleep, and John covered him in the comforter Bill had provided. John lay down on his own cot, and just like Marcus, passed out within seconds. Marcus woke up, dazed and confused. It was dark and cool, but he had a warm blanket around him. He sat up, and felt the cot bounce beneath him. His memory came back to him, and he smiled a little as he remembered how tender John had been with him. The basement was quiet. He looked over, and saw that John's cot was flat. His stomach was rumbling with hunger, and his bladder felt about ready to burst. How long did I sleep? He wondered. He got out of the cot, and made his way upstairs. He opened the door at the top of the stairs. There was a room in darkness off to his left, but there was light from his right down the hall. He found a bathroom directly across from him. He counted it as a detour before he headed for the lit room, and used to toilet. When he exited, both Lisa and John where looking down the hall at him. "Hey, you're up." Lisa said in a voice that seemed to sweet for her character. "Come get some food." John hurried into the lit room, a kitchen where John handed him a turkey sandwich. "Lisa was just telling me about Bill and her dad." John said as Marcus swallowed chunks of the sandwich. "Jeez, slow down." John was smiling. It seemed out of place, like Lisa's voice. The whole house was dark save for the kitchen, and it gave them a 'safe and sound' kind of feel. Outside of the window over the sink was pitch black. "Did I sleep through the whole day?" Marcus asked. "Its' night isn't it?" Lisa said. "You must have been exhausted. I didn't get shot, and I just woke up about an hour ago." "It's nice in here." Marcus said, looking around. "Quiet." He said with a sigh of relief. "I love quiet." "Quiet is nice." John said, and they all enjoyed the quiet for a minute. "Anyway," Lisa said. "I'm like a daughter to Bill. He basically helped my father raise me after my mother died. My father, and Bill, where Bores at certain points. So was my mother. She was a whore for them." She spit out the word whore like it was bitter in her mouth. "She loved my dad though, and when she had his kid, the Bores killed her because no one wanted to have sex with her once her bodied taken the beating of childbirth. Not when they could get plump, undamaged girls for just as much. That's when my father and Bill both dropped out of the gang, and tried to disappear. "We moved so many times I can't even count them. About two years ago, they caught up with us. They killed my father, and took me away. They let Bill live as long as he stayed away from me, and out of their business. I was determined not to end up like my mother. I kept putting off getting their mark; their tattoo. I was always planning on leaving, I was just waiting for a point when I could escape. Guess this wasn't a very good time to try it, but I had to get out of there." Her eyes looked sad, and tired, and much older than her body. "I can't really express how appreciative I am of you two, and how sorry I am that you're involved in all this." "Their scum bags." Marcus said, placing a hand on Lisa's shoulder. "They deserve whatever we can give them. We've cost them a few guys already. Maybe they'll decide we're not worth it and call off this little hunt of theirs." It looked like Lisa wanted to say something, but she held herself back. Instead she smiled sweetly. "Yeah. I'm sure they'll back off soon and we can all forget about this." They sat in silence again. Marcus started to make a second sandwich. "Well, believe it or not I'm still tired, so I'm going to head back to sleep now." As she left she looked back over her shoulders. "Thank you again guys. I can't say that enough. You don't know how much you've done for me." Marcus raised his sandwich and waved her goodnight. John just nodded and returned her smile. Once she was gone, John said, "She's nice." Marcus nodded as he chewed. "She's had a hard time, and it's not going to get better for a while. Did you see what she did?" John shook his head. "She was going to tell me that the Bores where more tenacious then that, that they wouldn't stop no matter how much blood they lost until they had my blood to make up for it. Then she didn't. She held back for my sake." "Your blood?" John asked. "I killed Jason." "I killed that gator." John said evenly. "And saved my ass." Marcus said. This time he did hug John. "I can think of something else I'd do for your ass." John whispered in Marcus' ear. "And I, yours." Marcus countered, his hands dropping to John's rear. "Let's head downstairs." They cleaned up their mess in the kitchen, turned out the lights, and made their way down to the basement. "So what is it you'd like to do to my ass, buddy?" Marcus asked, standing in front of his cot in the darkness. "Well, I could tell you, but I think I'd rather show you." John said. Marcus was already pulling off his shirt, and heading for his cot. John slid his cot up directly next to Marcus' to give them more room. He took off his own shirt. Marcus was sitting up straight on the cots. "So, what is it you're going to show me?" He asked. John reached out and pushed Marcus onto his back. He reached for the button of the wolf's pants and quickly unsnapped it. He pulled down the zipper and slid the pants down to Marcus' knees. He could see Marcus' sac quite well through the tight, white material of his borrowed underwear. Still he pulled the material away and pushed it down to join Marcus' jeans. He grabbed onto Marcus' swelling sheath with both hands and started rubbing it. He leaned down, laying on top of Marcus' legs, and took the wolf's left nut into his mouth. Marcus leaned his head back, and John felt Marcus' pink cock make it's debut. He pulled himself up and quickly took the tip of Marcus' cock into his mouth. He continued working at the sheath with his hands while he licked and toyed with Marcus' growing erection with his mouth. Before long, the fertile wolf was fully erect and ready to go. "My turn." Marcus said, sitting up, pushing, and crawling over to his stomach. He dropped his head into John's lap even before he got John's pants free. He reached up and undid John's pants, then reached through the hole in the front of the underwear and pulled John's sheath and balls free. His white fuzzy balls where a tight fit through the hole, but managed to get them out. "I've never done this before." Marcus warned. "Me neither," John said. "and I think I did a good enough job." Marcus looked back at his still throbbing erection. "Yeah I'd say so." John's sheath was already sufficiently swollen and it only took a few seconds before Marcus was coaxing the huskies member from the white sheath. He pulled at it with his lips, and pushed his tongue over the tip over and over, all the while massaging John's soft balls. When the husky was fully erect, he took control again. "Now I can show you part one." He said, pulling Marcus' bobbing head off of his cock. "On your back again." He said. Marcus obeyed, laying flat on his back. John stood up from the cots, and removed his pants entirely. Then he approached Marcus' legs, and pulled them up, still stuck together by the pants around his knees. He pushed his head in under Marcus so that his muzzle was up against the wolf's ass. John let Marcus legs rest on his back as he began probing with his tongue. This was all new to him, but not nearly as unpleasant as he had expected. He pushed his tongue in through Marcus' extremely tight tail hole and worked it around. Marcus' wasn't exactly the easiest man to penetrate. As a first timer he was tense, tight, and was clenching frequently, but as inexperienced as he was, John managed a descent rim job. Soon he pulled up and away from Marcus. "You have got to try that." He said gasping a little. "Maybe next time." John promised. "For right now, I want to show you what I meant to in the first place." He pushed Marcus' legs up father until they where resting on his shoulders, and his cock was lined up with Marcus wet tail hole. John put some spit in his hand and worked it on his shaft. He grabbed Marcus' good leg with his left hand, and grabbed onto the wolf's cock like a handle. "This is part two. Tell me if it's too much for you." Marcus nodded, and John proceeded. He started slow, just sliding his tip into Marcus' virgin hole, but then he went harder. His saliva was doing a descent job of lubing, but Marcus was going through the same thing that John had last night. He was writhing and moaning, groaning and grunting as the husky rooted deeper and deeper. John paused. "You alright?" He asked. Marcus just nodded, and John continued. He had to push harder then he'd expected, but soon he was pushed into Marcus right up to the top of his forming knot. He pumped on Marcus' cock slowly while he got used to the new pressure inside of him. Breathing hard, Marcus said, "I never knew jabbing someone's prostate could make them fell so good." John smiled. "Amazing isn't it?" Marcus nodded. John started to pull out, then push himself back in. Marcus was incredibly warm and smooth on the inside. He wrapped around John's cock absolutely, and there was a level of intimacy that neither of them had ever reached with anyone before. "Do it." Marcus said, reaching down and grabbing onto John's legs and pulling him forward. He tossed his head back and moaned, his legs straightening and shaking in ecstasy as John re-filled him. John started fucking at a descent pace right off the line. Apparently Marcus was done adjusting, and now just needed his growing release to come. John pushed himself in and out of Marcus' tight ass fast and hard. The cot jumped up and down as he hit Marcus harder and harder. He was giving Marcus a hell of a hand job at the same time, working both hands on his shaft from base to tip. His knot was full now, and pushing Marcus farther and farther apart with each thrust. "Finish it." Marcus called out. John thrust with all his strength and his knot popped into place, slamming his nuts up against Marcus' ass. Marcus clenched hard in surprise, and sent John over the edge. Marcus blew his load moments later and shot rope after rope across his chest and on John's hands. John leaned forward and laid on top of Marcus chest, holding him close. As soon as he was able to, he pulled out of Marcus' ass and slid up closer so that he could rest his chin on Marcus' shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time. Holding tight to each other, just enjoying each other at the basest level. They fell asleep like that, but the night didn't last long. "Get out of my house!" The deep bodied voice of Bill woke John and Marcus from their slumber. They awoke side by side, not quite how they'd fallen asleep. They jumped out of bed, and slipped their pants on quickly. It sounded like there was a great struggle going on upstairs as bodies crashed around and slammed into things. "My gun. Where's my gun?" Marcus asked, searching frantically. John reached under Marcus' pillow, and tossed him the .45. "Where's the ammo?" Marcus asked. John grabbed that too, and handed it over. His eyes where wide, alert, and ready. Marcus knew that John could now be trusted to handle the situation perfectly well. He went to the job of reloading the .45 as quickly as he could manage. There was running feet overhead, and the door to the basement was ripped open. Marcus pointed over to the stairs, and John silently hurried under them. He looked back at Marcus as the wolf finished loading up the .45 clip and slowly slipped it into place. Marcus pointed at John, then pulled a finger across his throat in the death symbol. John shrugged. He didn't get it. Marcus looked around, but saw nothing to help him portray his message. He pointed at John again, then held the base of the .45 and stabbed it through the air like a knife. John nodded in understanding. He reached up to his pants on the pipe and pulled them off. Apparently having been standing at the top of the stairs just listening, the Bore shouted back into the house as he heard John's pants flutter. "There's someone in the basement. Get down there and check it out." The struggle continued to rage on upstairs, but soon a pair of legs came into view as they hurried down the stairs. John looked at Marcus for guidance. Marcus nodded towards the descending fur. John's resolve hardened. He drew the knife from the pants in his hand and held it reversed in his right hand. He hesitated for just a second, then reached out between the wooden stairs, and jammed the blade into the fur's ankle. The attacked fur let out a deafening scream, and John yanked back on the blade with all of his strength. The fur, revealed as a racoon, tumbled down the stairs, screeching more then screaming until he was silenced as his head slammed into the concrete. The Bore at the top of the stairs started firing down through the floor at John. "Marcus!" John yelled as he stumbled backwards, covered in debris. Fear gripped Marcus as he raised the barrel of the .45 and opened fire. He slammed round after round up at the fur shooting through the ground. Quickly, the Bore stopped firing and simply took cover. A look of thick concern covered his face as Marcus looked towards John. John gave him a shaky thumbs up as he shook dust from his fur. Marcus, relieved, started heading slowly towards the stairs. The struggle was still apparently still going with renewed intensity. Then there was a roar that shook the very foundation of the house. Marcus jumped out to the bottom of the stairs, and stood face to face with a dingo, staring down the stairs at him. Worry was evident in his eyes, then three shots went off, and there was one final great crash. A smile spread across the dingo's face. "Fatty's down." Marcus stared hard at the dingo, not daring to twitch his eyes away for even a moment. Through his periferal vision he could see John looking exacerbated. Why didn't he shoot? Even if he put a .45 round straight through the dingo's brain stem, which would be extremely lucky at the range and angle of the shot, the dingo's dying action would be the little twitch required to fire down at Marcus. He didn't want to take that risk if he didn't have to. They stood in a dead lock for a few seconds. Soon the dingo started to wonder if he'd celebrated early when his friend didn't come running in to aid him. "Yo, Young?" He called to no response. He cursed to himself. Marcus slowly started to smile. "Poor Young." He said harshly. "Hey shut the f-" Lisa slid in from the side of the darkened room, and hit the dingo with the most beautiful hay maker that Marcus had ever seen. She let out a comical "Hiyah!" as she hit him as well. Marcus couldn't help but smile as he rushed up the stairs. He saw Lisa throw a follow-up kick, but the dingo had flown far out of sight so he couldn't see if it landed or not. Lisa followed the dingo out of his view. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Lisa and the dingo had disappeared into the kitchen. He hurried in after them, glancing to his right, but seeing nothing in the front hall. Lisa had the dingo pushed up against the counter, his gun pinned down beside him. He was slamming punch after punch down on her, which she took onto the side of her arm as she held it over the side of her head. The dingo kicked out at her knees, but she held firm. He caught sight of the approaching Marcus, and started to panic. He flailed harder and harder, but Lisa's determination held him in place just long enough. Just when he broke free and tried to lift his gun, Marcus caught the dingo's gun hand in a tight grip with his left hand and slammed it onto the counter. He ducked the dingo's left hook, then drew back his .45, and slammed the base of the handle into the dingo's temple. There was a spot of blood that was quickly becoming a line dripping down the side of the dingo's head, even before he hit the ground. "Where's Bill?" Marcus asked. "Bret!" cried an unfamiliar voice. Marcus turned, and in the hall between the basement door and the kitchen stood another racoon, leveling a pistol in their direction. Marcus didn't even have time to worry before John slammed an open hand into the side of the racoon's head and crushed his skull into the wall. He was still standing afterwards, but hardly. John swung a hard left hook into the side of the rocked gangsters head, and after falling halfway to the ground, and slamming his head into the wall for a second time, the gangster decided it was time to sleep. "He came from the family room." John explained simply. A grunt came from beside John, but out of sight of Marcus. Still Marcus raised his gun. John spun quickly, his hands raised. "Bill." He said, dropping his hands and rushing forward out of sight. Marcus gave his .45 to Lisa and rushed towards John. Lisa was close behind, her eyes scanning in all directions. She, like John, was handling things much better then the first time. It was amazing what a fur could learn in a day and a half if the need was great enough. Bill was crawling on the floor, badly injured with too many cuts and scrapes to count, as well as two bullet wounds to the gut. "Don't go in there Lisa." He said when he saw the coyote rushing forward. "Just stay right there." He smiled again. "I'm glad your okay." He said. She nodded, smiling sadly as she looked over him. "Now you have to be okay too, alright?" Bill snorted. "Okay? I'll be up and running in a few minutes. I'm a bear sweetheart. This aint much to me." Marcus doubted the true weight of those words, but didn't say so. He leaned forward and looked around the corner into the living room. He had to work to keep from gasping. The gangster in there, a tiger, was torn up real bad. He was missing some sizeable chunks, but worst of all, his head was crushed from the side. Marcus pulled back. "With your hands?" He asked. Bill apparently understood, and nodded. Marcus stood under one arm, while John stood under the other. Together they helped Bill make it into the kitchen. "Just put me down on that chair." He said, referencing a stool opposite of the sink. John and Marcus struggled to drag the behemoth across the kitchen, but in the end managed to get him sitting on the bench. He leaned back against the wall behind him. "You kids'r in deep, huh?" Bill said. "You know, I've been thinking of a way you can get out of this. It took a while but I think I've got the answer." "What is it?" Marcus asked. "Well..." Bill started. "You have to take down the Bores." "Take down the Bores?" John asked. "We can't do that." Marcus added. "Bill. How can you just say that like it's so simple. We're three ordinary furs. We can't be a three man army. We're nothing compared to them." Bill raised a hand and pointed to Lisa. "You are far from ordinary, and far above nothing." He turned his hand towards Marcus. "You too are anything but normal." He turned towards John. He looked to the gangster John had KO'd. "You...your getting there quick. Besides," He said, lowering his hand, and leaning back harder. "I didn't say you'd do it alone." The three canines where silent. "There's a gang that not a lot of the average people in the city know about." Bill said. "They're called the Payns. Cheesy unimaginative name, but as of right now they're the biggest threat to the Bores. They're more businesslike, less brutal. Their not moral by any means, but they don't kill pointlessly, or lightly. They are intent on taking down the Bores. You three, must join with them." "Join a gang." Marcus said aloud, but more to himself. "How?" he asked. John looked at him like he was crazy. "What are you talking about? We can't join a gang." "Why not?" Lisa asked. "It sounds like our best bet to me." "Because we're going to leave the city." John argued. "That's how we're going to get out of this." "You think that'll be good enough?" Marcus said. "Do you think they'll just let us run away to our corner and hide after this? They'll follow us, and they'll find us. We have to take them out somehow, and if Bill says this is our best chance, I'm inclined to agree." "Listen." Bill said, producing a piece of paper from within his pocket as well as a ring of keys. "Take my car, and get going. The cops will be here soon. I'll deal with them, I promise. There's information on that paper that'll tell you everything you need to know. You can discuss this once you're out of here." Then he held up a hand and beckoned Marcus closer. He looked from the wolf to John, then back to Marcus. "He mean's a lot to you, doesn't he?" Marcus nodded slowly. "These two, are your pack now." His eyes probed through every shield Marcus had ever built up. "You've never had a pack." Bill said. "Not in a long time." He confirmed. "Well that'll make it even more vital to you." Bill said. "You must protect them with your life. You have a responsibility as the most able to do so. And, pup, if you don't keep her safe I swear on my life you'll regret it." "If I don't keep her safe I'll already be dead." Marcus promised. Bill nodded. "Good. Now get out of here, quick." John and Marcus headed out of the kitchen. Lisa gave Bill a quick hug and sad kiss on the cheek. "See ya soon pup." Bill said. "I'll come find you guys when I can." Lisa nodded and hurried out with the rest of her pack. "Keep her safe, pup..." Bill said to himself. He heard the front door close, and he finally obeyed his eyes closing them, and collapsed onto the kitchen floor in a cold motionless heap.

FSE

Normally, inventory day at the museum was one of the most boring experiences one could go through, usually reserved only for when it couldn’t possibly be postponed any longer, and absence from which was fiercely fought over between everyone who happened to work there. It was something that, technically speaking, everyone had to help with in some form or another, barring the subcontractors they hired to clean the floors after hours; everyone from the lowliest clerk to the most well-paid researcher had to show up and had to help catalogue the endless cavalcade of useless trinkets, artifacts and whatever else happened to be lying around that no one had bothered to file properly, and everything else that was registered and whose continued presence within the museum’s archives (or lack thereof) had to be confirmed yet again. It was a process that usually took several days even in the best of times, and seeing as no one enjoyed doing it, it wasn’t altogether surprising that most of the lead-up to it consisted of everyone trying to shirk their responsibilities if they could get away with it. Everyone but Kal. Kal was probably the one person who didn’t mind the arduous work of making sure the inventory was up to date, if only because it gave him an opportunity to dive into the archives and find new and exciting things to dedicate his endless curiosity towards; no matter how well they took care of their collection, there was always something in there that they hadn’t accounted for, be it from a random donation from a not-so-wealthy patron, a curiosity that someone had stumbled upon and didn’t bother to write down, or even just the occasional artifact that slipped through the cracks when a team returned from an archaeological dig. Most of these finds would be properly catalogued and placed in the correct spot, but sometimes, just sometimes, Kal found it within himself to ask his supervisors if they wouldn’t mind him taking a little something to spruce up his own office, usually a random trinket of low worth that just happened to look nice for the “adventurer archaeologist” aesthetic he was shamelessly trying to impose upon his workspace. As such, while everyone else fought a low-scale bureaucratic war to be allowed to sit out the next round of inventory check-ups, Kal gleefully dove into it ahead of time, hoping to find something interesting that he could take back to his office… and for science, of course. Most of the stuff was just as bland and boring as it usually was though: broken pieces of pottery, the occasional plastic baggie with a fingerbone in it, maybe an excerpt from a clay tablet that would remain untranslatable until someone stumbled onto its Rosetta equivalent, all of which belonged either in a random drawer in the backroom, on the back of a truck to be transported to off-site storage, or, very rarely, on an empty space in the museum displays themselves, for a whole new crowd to look at and pretend to understand the significance of. Still, it was good work to be done, work that required a keen mind if one wanted to do it properly, and work that always promised at least something new and curious if one allowed themselves to remain open to new experiences. As far as Kal cared, his colleagues may very well consider those things “useless trinkets”; to him, these were priceless artifacts, evidence of an age long-gone and whose effects, while still occasionally visible in their modern world, were dreadfully few and far between. A renewed interest in archaeology in the past couple of decades had been kickstarted by a chance and entirely unexpected finding somewhere in the Fertile Crescent, something that was unmistakably metallic, had moving parts that could help it function as some kind of mechanical gear, and was possessed of what was, without the shadow of a doubt, a battery port. The discovery made the rounds when it was first announced, with the team in question having had their credibility shot to pieces until further investigation revealed that what they had dug up wasn’t just an abandoned piece of machinery left in the middle of the desert, but something new entirely, evidence of a civilization from ages past that had somehow, against all odds, achieved the same degree of technological innovation that the modern world had. There were always stories, tales told of ancient precursors who wielded great powers beyond mortal ken, but these were just stories, oral tradition passed down as rumor turned to myth. And yet, there it was: concrete, irrevocable proof that such civilizations existed. The frenzy that this spawned led to one of the greatest gold rushes in recorded history, with archaeology teams from all across the planet dispatched to the Levant in order to be the first to make the next big breakthrough. It had been just over twenty years since the first machine was found, and in that time, the modern understanding of the world’s past had been turned on its head as history books had to be effectively rewritten in order to account for what was discovered, entire narratives erased and brand new ones drafted to replace them once it became very clear that, against all expectations, those “mad ramblings” of con artists who had once been so easily ignored turned out to be completely correct. Not only that, but brand new discoveries brought to light the existence of forces that, much to the chagrin of scientists everywhere, the public came to call “magic”, the presence of which was reported on by various ancient sources and whose absence in the modern world was nothing if not a tantalizing enigma. On occasion, an artifact would be found that would contain small vestiges of this “power”, such as the ability to transmute any material into gold or make their wielder fly like a bird, but these were inevitably short-lived, running out of whatever powered them and becoming inert at best a couple of hours after first being activated. Entire journals were set up and funded in order to deal with this one, singular discovery, to uncover the true extent of this “magic” and just how prevalent it had once been. Clearly, if it was a force that existed within the universe, then it should be available for study, it should be measurable, observable, pokeable with a scientific stick… and yet, no matter how hard anyone looked, or how much the equations that explained the natural world were mangled in order to account for this brand new force, no evidence was ever found outside the existence of these sparse and isolated artifacts that all died down and refused to work right after someone picked them up for the first time in what was assumed to be thousands of years. It was as if it was on purpose, like some cosmic force was toying with modern civilization by dangling the existence of magic in front of them on a string, only to pull on it to just out of reach any time anyone got close enough to grab onto it; it gave rise to what was eventually called the “Fadeaway Hypothesis”, which posited that, through whatever unknown process, the force known colloquially as magic had somehow been removed from existence or simply ceased functioning altogether, at least on a local level. It broke every known law of physics, but then again, so did transmuting objects into gold by touching them with a statuette, so who really knew at that point? It was for this reason that Kal always found it within himself to enjoy the inventory days, even if, by all accounts, they should be one of the most hated experiences of his entire life. There was always that tiny hope, that distant longshot that maybe one day he would run into one of these artifacts and get to see for himself what it was like to gaze into a past that was not only mostly forgotten, but that every day seemed to slip further and further away from them and their ability to chronicle. Even in his many expeditions he had never been able to find anything remotely magical; plenty of old machines, yes, enough that he had several articles published under his name in almost as many reputable publications, but never that something extra, that something special that would let him peer into the abyss of the ages and extract from it a tiny nugget of information on how the old ones led their daily lives. But the hope was still there, and remained there no matter how many times he had to go through the process of checking those lists, to the point that, when everyone else in the museum began doing it, Kal had already finished about half of his allotted section of the inventory, already reeling from the sheer lack of anything remotely interesting in that particular batch. It took until a couple of days later, when he was rummaging through a few unclaimed boxes and resolved to take on the extra burden, before something out of the ordinary happened. In one box, right at the bottom and wrapped up in newspapers from several years prior, was a piece of ornately-carved stone with a jewel inlaid in the center of it. From the jagged edges, it was clear that it had once belonged to something larger, and from the thickness of it, this “something” was clearly very big, or at least sturdy enough to be thrown around without breaking into pieces; this went a long way to explain why the jewel itself, a sapphire of a blue so deep that it was enough to leave him mesmerized for several seconds, seemed perfectly smooth and untouched by the ravages of time, just as glorious and ready to be placed on display as it had been the day it was first set into the stone object itself. The carvings were known to him, belonging to one of the several pre-Sumerian civilizations identified ever since the first discovery in the Levant; the carvings on this particular artifact belonged to one designated as P-12, speculated to have inhabited Sub-Saharan Africa somewhere between twelve thousand to fifteen thousand years prior… which was incredibly confusing, seeing as everything else in that box had been retrieved during an expedition to central Kazakhstan, and belonged to either P-2, a pre-Sovereigns Chinese dynasty, or P-4, a Central Asian semi-nomadic civilization from whom ethnic Mongols were believed to be descended from. Then why, exactly, was P-12 there? This was the sort of question that Kal lived for, and almost immediately after making sure that this particular object wasn’t anywhere on the inventory list for the box that it was found in, nor for any other anywhere else in the building, he took it, beelined for the director’s office, and spent the better part of half an hour arguing for why he should be allowed to study it, all while the poor man tried to stop the tiger in his tracks to let him know that he had convinced them after the first handful of words. Elated beyond belief, and so giddy that he couldn’t even conceal it, Kal went straight back to his workspace and locked the door behind him, placing the small stone object on his examination table and neatly laying out all of the instruments he would use to analyze it… the day after. It was already late, most of his work was done and the victory for the day had been scored and safely stored where no one would think to look for it, so all that remained was to go back home, have a good night’s sleep and then show up to work the following morning with a smile on his face and the will to uncover the secrets of ages past. That is, of course, after he ran over to Carla’s office and tried so hard to get everything out of his mind that the leopardess had to hold up both hands and tell him to shut up and repeat it at half the speed. Ten minutes later, the two had decided for her to head to Kal’s place for a celebratory round of beers and a toast to a bright new future, right before the tiger called ahead to let William, his roomie, know what had happened so he could get the drinks ready and finagle up some snacks so the three of them could be so loud the neighbors would have to tell them to quiet down. The look on Kal’s face when he left the museum late that afternoon was one that redefined the very concept of joy, and if not for everyone around him being so stuffy by default, it probably would’ve been infectious as well. Unfortunately for him, very few people shared his outward effusiveness, much preferring to maintain this ridiculous sense of decorum and propriety that made the tiger’s everyday life as mundane as it was; were it up to him, everyone in that street would be making their joy as known as it could possibly be, preferably with plenty of undignified noises to go along with it as well. It was difficult to be the only one he knew who apparently had a functional libido that didn’t just shut off the moment he was outside the privacy of his own home, though to be fair, what he had wasn’t really normal either; to call the tiger’s sex drive “active” would be one hell of an understatement, and if not for his self-control keeping him in check, it was more than likely he’d have committed some manner of indiscretion that would’ve ruined his career already, such as, heavens forbid, kissing his roomie outdoors where someone could see them. Honestly, how exactly a society as prudish as the one he lived in produced someone like him was a mystery he would never solve, but at least William was more than happy to keep up with his ridiculous stamina once the front door was locked. These were the thoughts that occupied Kal while he drove back home, the stupidest, widest smile stamped on his face the whole way into his garage and up the stairs to his apartment, where the bull was already waiting for him wearing an apron and absolutely nothing else. Having someone like William there to take the edge off of things and unwind was something that Kal thanked his lucky stars for every day of his life, as meeting that man had been the absolute best thing that could’ve happened to him; if it weren’t for Carla being at best half an hour behind him, the tiger would’ve absolutely jumped on the opportunity to get frisky with that gorgeous hunk of a man right there and then, but for the sake of decency, chose to simply slap his ass once, call him a whole slew of undignified things which shall remain unrecorded, and then gently remind the bull that they were supposed to have guests over. “It’s Carla, she’s seen worse,” was William’s reply, followed by a hearty chortle, “what, do you think she’s going to cover her face and avert her gaze because of how sinfully I’ve decided to dress up?” “No, but I think I’d rather be ready for work next morning rather than limping,” Kal replied, trying hard to hide the growing blush on his cheeks, “besides, we’re supposed to be celebrating something, not fucking one another’s brains out.” “We can do both!” The tiger lightly punched his mate on the shoulder, both of them exchanging a laugh as Kal went to their bedroom in order to change into something more comfortable. He couldn’t really argue with what William had just said; truth be told, Carla had seen them in far worse circumstances, and given the amount of cheap beer that he saw waiting on the dining table, Kal was all-but certain that the night wouldn’t end until at least one of them got groped by someone else. Hell, he was feeling quite frisky himself, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why that was; usually he managed to keep himself under control quite well, but there was something about that day in particular that left him feeling… energized. It was most certainly the archaeological find, of that he had no doubt, but he wasn’t convinced it was its mere existence; after all, he’d found plenty of interesting things he thought to be magical artifacts before and they never provoked such a reaction in him, and this happened during field work, where he could afford to be a bit looser around cultures that were more open with one’s sexuality. No, there was something different about this night in particular, and the thought of what it might be left Kal feeling even better than before. In all actuality, there was very little recorded evidence of what these bits of ancient magic actually did beyond eyewitness accounts and the very rare video; the objects that produced these effects were universally indistinguishable from whatever else they were buried with, making it prohibitively expensive to set up proper recording equipment for whenever anyone went out into a dig. Take that and mix it together with the simple fact that no pattern had ever been found, and Kal suddenly began wondering if maybe what he was feeling wasn’t some sort of magic power rushing through him; perhaps the object he had acquired was a fertility idol (or part of one, at least), designed to give its holder the stamina they needed to truly live up to their breeding potential or something as ridiculous as that. It was impossible to truly know, especially now that the museum was closed and Kal himself had changed into a novelty t-shirt and some sweatpants, but one thing was for certain: him and William were going to have a lot of fun later that night. Still, for the time being, they had something to celebrate, and as soon as Carla showed up and revealed that she stopped along the way for some of their favorite take-out, that’s when things began to go… blurry. The beers hadn’t even been cracked open and already the atmosphere inside the apartment was intoxicating, enough that the leopardess didn’t even comment on the fact that William was pretty much entirely naked and fully on display whenever he sat down and allowed his legs to splay to each side of him, much less ask for him to cover up or try to act halfway decent about it. The passage of time appeared to be affected, with minutes seemingly taking hours to pass, their minds focused on discussing whatever random non-topic came up that they could entertain themselves with, and within a few short moments, or perhaps a couple of hours, all three of them were thoroughly inebriated… without a single beer having been drunk. As soon as the alcohol was poured out, then reality decided to take one look at what was going on inside that house, then turn around and just leave without a single word. Everything was a blur of motion, so much so that Kal, William and Carla all collectively decided that the best way to navigate around that space was to feel their way through it, which inevitably led to quite a bit of physical contact that only contributed to the rising heat all three of them were feeling, not all of it purely physical. From there was a very short hop towards the first outward grope, and from there on things just couldn’t keep themselves on the right side of civilized; two very sexually active men and one… presumably active woman (Carla kept to herself to an almost absurd degree; most of the time, at least) all together in a very tight, cramped spot while under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol and some kind of supernaturally mind-warping unknown effect, there was only one way that things could really go. Not that any of them could really tell where it was going; as much as Kal had earlier been convinced that his mind was being affected by the object he recovered, at that point in time he was simply too far gone to really care about anything other than finding the next bit of soft pudge to hold onto, or the next part of himself, William or Carla that could get them to moan out for his name. Coincidentally, this was the same motivation that the other two had been gripped by, leading them down a path that could only really end somewhere that was so loud the neighbors considered calling the police several times due to how frankly indecent it was. They all woke up… some time later, it was hard to tell. Was it night, was it day? Had they skipped ahead to the point where they were late for work, or was there still some time left before they had to go to bed and actually rest properly? Their heads were dizzy, their minds confused and dazed, unable to process any information beyond a vague sense of physical tiredness that permeated their bodies. Opening their eyes didn’t really do much either; either sunlight or a light bulb were making it impossible for them to keep them open for more than just a few seconds, at least without having to groan in pain at how much it was hurting them to see; soon enough the living room was filled with the quiet grumblings of two very hungover felines and one absolutely smashed bull, none of which were capable of putting words together into coherent sentences, let alone what time it was or what they did the “previous” night. It took until several minutes and a few retching noises before Kal managed to keep his eyes open for long enough to look out the window and notice it was still pitch-black, then drag himself over to the light switch and turn it off, prompting everyone in the living room to breathe a sigh of relief and immediately fall flat on their back. No one said a single thing, but they were all thinking the exact same thought: why were they naked? Or rather, they were reasonably certain they understood why they were naked, seeing as their bodies were sweaty and dotted with other fluids of a more intimate persuasion, but them having spontaneously devolved into animals and fucking one another in the middle of the living room was highly unbecoming of them, even when considering William and Kal’s incredibly hyperactive sex drive; throw Carla into the mix and it was downright bizarre that it had happened, though given the sheer strength of the hangover, which somehow managed to show up several hours ahead of schedule, they could probably blame that on the beer… most of which had remained unopened, but still. What followed were a very confusing ten or so minutes where all three of them tried to get back up and start moving around again, tripping over themselves and tumbling around as their hand-eye coordination and general balance had been shot to pieces. Carla in particular was incredibly moody, seeing as she had to wake up extra early the morning after and didn’t even know how late it was; with her mind in the state that it was, driving back home was just not possible, leading her to bemoan the fact that she’d have to sleep on the ground somewhere, given that the couch was… not in a fit state to be used thanks to their rather energetic lovemaking. William and Kal had to come to grips with whatever had happened as well, taking stock of any damages that had happened around the room, wincing as they found out they managed to tip over and break the television (though the game console was still intact, thankfully), in addition to plenty of gashes on the wallpaper, chairs tipped over wherever they looked and even spurts of cum dangling from the ceiling somehow. Their living room was more akin to a used set for an extreme porn flick rather than anywhere liveable... … and they didn’t like how ok they were with that.

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Title: Family Matters (1) by Roofles Tags: Clean, M/M, Various Species, slice of life Family Matters By Roofles In a small diner at the edge of town, by the riverside, a group of friends talked over the same subject they always came back too. Rain or snow it always came up. To a topic one said party would be glad to have never mentioned to his friends before. "So...have you told them yet?" Richard, a gray furred ground squirrel, asked. Starting the evening off in the same casual manner it always seemed to even though it was far into the night by now. He picked at the nut salad before him. Walnuts, almonds, cashews, hazelnuts, pecans and pistachios all mixed together in fresh lettuce that served more as a garnish than anything else to the mixed assortments of nuts. Several of which were already stuffing his cheeks. Philip chewed the five cheese pizza several times before stuffing it into the corner of his muzzel as he spoke. "An' yo' bettah not say yo' haven't told 'em yet!" The fat black rat pointed a furless pink finger at the beaver that squished between an otter and rabbit. "Well I..." Jessie mumbled looking everywhere but at the rat across from him who had resumed munching on the pizza he had stuffed into the the corner of his muzzle; a cold glare on crossed the rats face at the beavers mumbling words. Jessie would prefer taking on the whole town than even try to arm wrestle the rat. "It's just... you know... been busy. With school. And... stuff." Was all Jessie could really give under that cold stare. "Ri-igh-ght." The jackrabbit next to him said rolling his eyes with a fake high voice. Aaron was the butchest one out of them all and at the same time the most feminine. "Girl. If you just told them already and got it over with. We wouldn't need to nag ya so much, hunny bun." His wrist went limp in front of him as he spoke and he batted his eyes as he turned his head to face him. The effect was mostly lost on the group as the rabbits broad shoulders, muscular build, strong jaw line and a heavy brow that said anything but feminine. The hare was a foot taller than the sulking beaver who had slumped onto the table. Jessie's chin rested on the plate that held the mix of birch, willow, maple and aspirin tree barks that surrounded the soft chewy center of each with a mix of berries and grass in it in a sort of yogurt flan dish. "Ease off the poor guy." Manny, the otter, said rubbing Jessie's back with a webbed paw. "It's not his fault his parents are...as they are." He said tactfully avoiding the actual words he would have liked to use for them. The left handed otter picked at his fish 'n chips with a fork his attention turning away from the group and back to his oily, vinegarette covered battered fish pieces. The chips, or rather french fries were replaced with bites of fried mussels and sea urchin with fried octopus and squid tenticles that he greedily began 'picking' at. "I'd be disowned. Kicked out of the lodge and even...even...have to pay for my own internet!" He whined closing his eyes, though he peeked at one of the berries poking out of the mixture before him. The heavenly aroma wafted against his small black nose his stubby round ears poke up. "And you know how my mother is." He groaned slowly sitting up heavily; using a paw to push himself up like a car jack. "Yes, the passive agressive bitch." Phil said as his attention turning away from the beaver and back to the pizza at hand. He was the only one out of the group that'd just say things how they were. Which could both be a good and bad thing being unable to sugar coat anything. "Too true girl." Aaron nodded rolling his large shoulders back and leaning his chest forward as if he had something to lean forward with. "She'd use that ammo against you for the rest of your life!" Again a limp wrist was given that all of the group ignored. "You don't think I know that!" Jessie sat up quickly before giving up again and leaning back against the cushioned bench of the diner. His head rolled back and his chin pointed towards the cieling. "At least they aren't kicking you out." Aaron added with his glass half full kind of attitude. "I know." He said a bit softly knowing full well of the hares past and his own troubles with the affair. One good thing about being an only child; the family spends all their time, energy, money and love on them. Rather than having so many children that its only a good thing if one is kicked out. "But I would have to live with them afterwards." He said loosing any real arguement or effort he had worked up giving up this night. "There, there." Aaron said rubbing his chest and nudging his side a bit. "You can always move in with me if it gets too bad." The otter, possibly due to the fact the two were aqautic mammals, had hit it off faster than any of the others. And as such Manny was always on Jessie's side. Picking at him endlessly for just about everything he did, making fun of him and over all destroying his self esteem...but in the end of things he was always on his side. "If he's kicked out. He's coming with me." Phil stated not even looking at the otter. It was all too clear, to everyone, just how the river dog felt about the beaver. Everyone knew about it. Even blind, deaf, dumb dead people could see that Manny had a crush on the flat tail. Everyone except the other party that is. It was an unhealthy crush that had formed that could only end in the second party's unfortuntate disappointment. Jessie had always just figured the otter was just an overly touchy feeling guy that didn't get enough love as a child and thus needs the physical touch of others to confirm the lack of it during childhood. Jessie was a psychology major that was going for his doctorate. One good thing his parents always focused on and was willingly to pay for. It was something that always felt like small emotional punches however whenever his parents introduced him as their "up and coming doctor." "Let alone for the guilt I already get in the morning, evening and before bed. And during if I dream of the guilt. Sometimes I just get text messages from my mom that says how disappointed she is in me." He began picking at his plate again, chewing the end of one of the pieces of bark. He pulled his iphone out and set it on the table showing them the message she had recently sent. "Why cnt u b like ur cousin? Shes alrd a doctor. Her mother wnt let m here it down." "Other than her several typo's." Aaron noted looking at it and at his nails at the same time each of which were a different color of the rainbow. Even though it was one of the most obvious things the rabbit still felt the need to constantly express that he was in fact gay. "It's the usual thing isn't it? She must've been driving when she sent it." He noted thinking it over before shrugging it off. "Exactly! She's endangering the lives of everyone on the road just to make sure that I know how she feels about me still being in school." He chomped the bark in two and began chewing it fiercly in his disgruntlement. "Angry eating makes for fatty thighs," Aaron teased playfully his voice deepening as he spoke. He cleared his throat afterwards. "Jewish guilt." Jessie said with his mouthful. "At least you guys don't have to worry about hell though," the catholic rabbit grumbled resting his head on the beaver's shoulder as he frowned thinking it over. The gesture was a bit hard to do as the three were already crammed onto the same side of the stall. Shifting his bulk he had to stretch his leg's out long making the rat across from him sit up a bit taller at the wandering paws. "I know we've talked about this, like a billion times. BUT your getting engaged! You can't just not tell them about him." Phil finally pulled out his ace gun and shot a bullseye. Marriage. His parents would either freak out in a good way. Or freak out in a horrible horrible way...while still telling him everything to do. "Well its not that easy..." Jessie said trying to worm his way out of it again. He always said it so offhandedly as if it weren't really a big deal but the rat wouldn't (ever) let it go. Jessie could get shot and on the way to the hospital he would make sure to bring it up. In a way...he reminded the beaver of his mother, probly why the two never worked out. That and the fact he was straight was kind of a problem. "That your gay? Engaged? Or marrying a cougar." A smarmy voice asked before lightening up as the beaver turned to face the cat. "Sorry I'm late." His voice was genuinely soft as he spoke to the aquatic mammal. Those golden eyes sparkeled with warmth and love before turning into sharp daggers as he faced the otter. "Mind if I sit there?" His voice appear in every way and form to be friendly but the undertone, the fact his whisker's straighten and the end of his tail began to flicker wasn't lost on the group...except the beaver who was still looking at the cat with the same expression he had when he first set eyes on him. A fearful expression of excitement and wonder. Manny hesitated not wanting to move away from the warm body he was sitting next to. But the idea of saying no was far too much for him to handle. The cat always caught him off guard with his silent footsteps that didn't match his large size. Everytime he 'snuck' up on them, Manny almost let a small squeek escape him just out of sheer freight. A natural instinct that the others didn't seem to possess. The rabbit didn stand a little taller and the rat never took his eyes off the cat however. All natural reactions to the cat. Jessie on the other hand was already scooting over more for the cat, patting the seat welcoming. So relunctantly the otter moved and got up sliding his drink to the other side of the table with his dish. Phil moved over a little bit, whipping his tail out of the way and nearly catching Manny in the face with it. Phil was always disgruntled about having to share 'his' side of the booth. He was a fat black city rat from New York and sometimes had the personality to match. "Tail," Vince, the cougar, pointed a clawless finger towards the flat tail resting on his seat. Jessie quickly scooped it up and out of the way. "So," the cat went on taking a seat, wrapping an arm around the beaver and giving him a strong hug. "Still haven't told the folks yet about little ol' me?" A throaty purr started up as he nuzzled the top of the beaver's head, cupped his chin with a finger and lifted up to plant a kiss on him. The two across from them were both frowning for rather different reasons. Manny felt jealous and unnerved at the same time by the awkward atmosphere that had fallen on the table. Phil was just annoyed by the pda that always seemed to accompany the two. "We got it. Your engaged and fucking. Do you mind?" He said as flatly as ever when pointing something out. "We're trying to each." Vince finished lingering as he just stared into the beaver's eyes before releasing the breathless beaver. The cat's sharp eyes quickly turned and fell onto the otters plate. "Oooh!" And those golden sphere's widened several times at the slices of fish. "May I?" He asked already reaching for one. Manny would have loved to have the courage to grab his wrist, pull it away from his food and just tell him off but he lost his voice as with big sullen eyes watched as his favorite piece of cod fish was taken away. He was saving it for the end of the meal. "You can have some of mine." Aaron said sliding the slice of carrot cake away. "I've already had too much," he touched his stomach as if he had a belly to show and frowned sadly. "I'm such a glutton." Only a single bite had actually been taken from the slice of cake. "Sure!" Phil said snatching the plate and sliding it his way before the cougar could. "Hear," Jessie said moving his plate between the two. "Help yourself." The beaver offered his favorite dish and the cat's displeasure was lost on him. Vince smiled and politely declined. Although starving, having finished the cod in a single bite, he wasn't about to have his fiancee's rather different palate on his lips. The beaver may have been rather intellectual and inquisitive yet the more common sense of things was lost on him. Jessie had already picked out the elaborate banquet for the wedding and rehersal as well as the after party. All of which Vince had little or no taste for. Yogurt, fruit cups, berries, chocolate strawberries, fifteen different kind of cheese bites, several types of trees, grass, spinach wraps and other things only herbavores would enjoy. The cat was thankful at least that several aquatic mammals were coming so at least fish was always an alternative to any dish. "I could always go with you, you know." Vince said. "And I could just rip off your pants and do you right there in front of your folks. Then you wouldn't HAVE to tell them, huh? Huh?" He looked around the table with a massive grin on his face as if that would in fact be the best way to tell them. "And then we can give them a thumbs up and tell them we're engaged. I'm sure my mum wouldn't have a heart attack over it." Jessie fell face first on the table and let out a low, long groan. Four sets of paws rubbed his back and several encouraging words were given with some rather blunt "factual" statements from a certain black rat.

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Title: Risque` by Asherkun Tags: Bad Language, Badger, Domination/Submission, Gay Relationships, Light Bondage, M/M, Realistic, Squirrel, Violence (Not In Yiff), Watersports This was my half of a trade with Waits on Furaffinty. For more of my work (it is also where I post everything a long time in advance lol) please see my main site at: [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/asher2500](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/asher2500) Risque by Asher H. As he ran over the events of the day in his head Finn couldn't help but grin. The 5'3" red squirrel had done only one thing wrong today, and that was speaking under his breathe; like he always managed to do. It's not like he could control it, it just always ended up happening. He blames the way he was brought up, as does his mate, Aldrich. Aldrich and Finn had been going out for quite some time. Finn bumped into him on the street one day, the very same day he got promoted to SS Waffen Officer to be exact. To make up for messing up his outfit (and to avoid confrontation) Finn asked the Badger if he'd like to grab a bite to eat. Since he wasn't in too bad of a mood, Aldrich agreed and the two set off for the nearest Cafe'. Over the course of the next few days the two grew to know and care for one another...in a special way. Finn was attracted to Aldrich because he was everything Finn wasn't. Aldrich took charge, did what he pleased, had control, and most of all, was drop dead hot. Aldrich liked Finn because Finn was someone he could control, take advantage of, but also found he could be slightly vulnerable to the cute red squirrel. So as the days went on their relationship became built off the others weaknesses; anger, cleverness, sadism, masocism, and love. While Finn let the memories of what usually happened when Aldrich got off duty play in his happy little mind, he quietly let himself slip into his mates bed wearing only a pleased smirk. I hope Aldrich will be happy to see me today...that'd make things perfect. However, as Finn patiently waited for his mate to get home, things weren't going so well elsewhere. Aldrich was having a particularly bad day. His senior officers weren't pleased with him at all for reasons unknown to him. He kept running paranoid thoughts through his mind while anxiously waiting to get off the clock. Did they find out? Did they ransack my place? Did Finn spill something on accident? I swear if that little shit uttered a word of my plan he'll rue this day!! Finally, when the clock struck Eight and the bell tower off in the distance sounded, Aldrich sighed thankfully that he didn't have to meet with the big boss and that hopefully his superiors were just having a shitty day. However, he was still in bad mood and decided to stay that way until he could meet up with Finn to give him a little show. He could not believe that he actually thought his plan got slipped out. Only two people in the whole world knew of his plan to take Hitler's place, Finn not being one of them and the other guy...well he took it to his grave (Aldrich's claws made sure of that). Aldrich the Badger stood at 5"8" and could almost always be seen in his SS Waffen Officer uniform. His claws he kept sharpened, ya know just in case, and his mind he kept even sharper. His eyes always in beady slits, willingly glaring at everyone and everything around him. Finn had started nodding off when he heard the front door slam and quick footsteps racing up the stairs. Uh oh, he thought, I guess today wasn't a good day after all... Finn let out a sigh as he knew what was about to come. His soft brown eyes cringed a bit as he heard the stomps coming down the hallway, stopping in front of his mates door. As the door was flung open, Finn saw Aldrich's eyes and knew it wasn't good. "What are you doing in my bed?" Aldrich sternly asked, tapping his foot with his arms folded over his chest. "I thought I'd surprise you...I had a really great day at my Youth Program..." Finn trailed off, his passivness getting the best of him yet again. "And?" Aldrich asked stepping towards the scared squirrel. "You thought I'd like coming home to see you flaunting yourself about in my bed?" Finn was too nervous to speak so he nodded his head gently as he fumbled with his paws. "I see." his mate said before smacking him across the face. Finn gasped and moved to hold his face, but not before the fierce Badger could grab his paws and pin them down. Aldrich stared at him hard in the face, while using his free hand to slightly choke his mate. "What have I told you about coming in here without my permission, hm? What were the rules we set up when you moved in with me, Finn!?' Aldrich practically yelled in his mates face. "Th-that I'm supposed to ask your permission first before stepping foot in here or your st-study..." Finn finally managed to squeak out after Aldrich moved his paw away from his throat. "bu-but I thought you wouldn't mind this once because it'd make you sm-smile..." Aldrich picked his companion up by the scruff of his neck fur and tossed him across the room. Finn gasped in pain as he collided with the oak dresser. A sudden rush of pain filled his gut and he started to cough up blood as Aldrich began punching him. "Are you ever going to come in here without my permission again!?!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Finn, unable to speak out past all the sobbing and lack of breath, just nodded weakly. The badger gave him a fierce, firely look dead in the eyes and picked him up. "Strip." He commanded. The now black and blue squirrel looked confused and frightened at what Aldrich was planning next, but regardless began taking off his clothes. "Slower, runt." Aldrich said as he sat on the bed, his eyes glowing. "Y-yes sir.." Finn obeyed and slowly took off his crimson soaked shirt, tossing it aside before taking off his belt. As he did this, Aldrich began removing his own garmants. When he was completely naked, Finn had just started to remove his jockstrap. Aldrich makes him wear it so he doesn't have access to his cock while he gets yiffed savagly by the badger; easier access he had told him. "Stop. You know the drill; leave that on and get your ass to the center of the bed." The bruised Finn slowly made his way to the bed, not entirely sure what was about to come; though he had an idea. He clambered on the king sized victorian style bed and raised his rump high in the air, face down and tail raised. Out of nowhere it felt like something impaled his buttocks and he shouted in agony. Aldrich was spanking him, but it wasn't like normal, they were full of anger and lust this time. "Dont. You. Ever. Disobey. Me. Again!" He said calmly between swats. "I make the rules, Finn. This is what happens when you don't listen. I don't like hitting you, but you must learn," he paused to spit into his paw, greedily stroking his badger cock and getting it nice and lubed. "to accept the way things are. There are things in these rooms..." As he trailed off and stopped spanking, Finn turned his head to see why his mate had stopped when his head was shoved into the pillows. "Bite it. This is going to be intense, and I don't want the neighbors to hear you this time you cumslut." Finn did as he was told and braced himself; well tried to. For a few seconds all that could be heard were the grunts and moans of Aldrich as he stroked himself, rubbing his claws lightly around his knot and making himself pre. Then, without any warning (not that he ever gave much of one aside from putting the head of his cock at Finn's entrance for a second or two to give him a heads up) Finn's body shifted forward and he half moaned half screamed into the pillow as his mate plowed his seven inch cock all the way inside him. "Oh...fuck that feels good!" Aldrich panted as he made sure he was all the way in and began thrusting ferociously in and out of his mate. Finn kept trying to rub himself through the jockstrap, but Aldrich snarled and grabbed his paws, putting them behind his back and pinning them there with one paw as his other gripped the squirrels hair. Finn moaned in extacy as he was forced onto his stomach as he got the yiffing of the century. "Oh god...your such a tight bitch...we did it only yesterday though." Aldrich moaned as he picked up his pace even more; the headboard banging against the wall. "Aldrich...don't hold back...punish me.." Finn moaned as he turned his head to the side to look at his mate. "I'm sorry...I love you and won't..." he trailed off and grunted as he felt something splash his insides. Aldrich started to chuckle, "Do you like that? Know what it is? I'm marking you. You're mine now." Finn moaned in pure bliss as he began to get the "filled" feeling. "Th-thank you, sir...it feels so good..." When he was done, Aldrich carefully picked Finn up around the waist (earning him a gasp of pain) and turned him on his back with his legs up in the air. "I wanna see your face as I fuck you with my knot in." Aldrich's voice was full of lust as he said this and started to pop his knot into the now loose squirrel hole. Finn's eyes grew wide as he felt the pressure in his lower half grow more intense. After a few moments of trying, a loud 'pop' was heard as Aldrich shoved his thick knot into his companion. He held his legs up as he thrusted as fast as he could. "God...your hole is so warm...I love yiffing you Finn.." Aldrich said as his mate put a pillow over his face from being too loud. "I'm gonna....I'm gonna cum!" he called out as he gave his final few thrusts and squirted all over the ravished squirrels insides. When he was done he picked Finn up (again earning him a painful gasp) and set him on his lap, knot still inside. He looked deep into his eyes as he began to massage and stroke his mates very erect cock. "I think I've punished you enough...you can cum now, love." Finn looked taken aback for a few seconds. Never had Aldrich expressed such cliche' emotions, the squirrel concluding he must've felt bad for what he did beforehand. He pressed his muzzle to the badgers and kissed him feverishly as he moved the pouch out of the way and started pumping his fist up and down his 6 inch erection. Within moments he cried out in blissful sensation as he came all over his and his mates chest. Aldrich laid him back down and slowly pulled out of his mate. Finn pulled him next to him and snuggled into his chest, his eyes closing. "I'm so...sleepy, sir.." he yawned. "Then go to sleep," Aldrich bent his head down and kissed his mate again. "I...I'm sorry for the way I reacted, but there..." he paused and tried to find the right thing to say. Do I tell him my plan? Can I trust him...? He pondered before continuing. "..there are some confidential work documents I can't have you looking at or I'll lose my job." And so much more... Finn opened his glazed over eyes for a few seconds and looked at his badger. "I know, it's alright...I shouldn't have just barged in without permission. It won't happen again." he explained as he nuzzled Aldrich. Aldrich patted his head lightly before slipping out of the bed. "I'm gonna go get some food, I haven't eaten since breakfast. I'll come to bed in a bit, sleep well..." "Alright, hurry back..." Finn whispered drowsily. "I will my love." Aldrich half smiled as he slipped on his boxers and quietly strolled out of the room. This squirrel was definitely changing Aldrich and having a severe impact on his emotions. Good or bad, he didn't know yet. However, nor did he seem to care at the given moment. All he knew was that the squirrel somehow kept him together and that he needed him.

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Title: Two Ton Tina Is Two Tons Of Fun by Human Kid Jet Tags: Age Play, Anal, BBW, Blowjob, Chubby, Curvaceous, Elephant, First Time, Heat, Hyper Orgasm, Hyper Sized Tongue, Hyperphallic, Hypertrophia, Kissing, Licking, Lots of cum, Love, M/F, MILF, Mouse, Nudity, Pedophilia, Plump, Seduction, Size Difference, Snuggling, Sweat, Underage, Vaginal, Virgin, Voluptuous, dirty talk, playful I got permission to write this story if anyone asks me anything about it. It was a sunny day in the summer and school was out for the summer. All the kids got out of school and went crazy for the summer break since they were getting three in a half months of more of no school. A young teenager was walking down the side walk and he was both glad for school to be out but he also looked like something was bothering him a little bit. The young teenager was a male mouse, he had sandy brown fur and short sandy brown hair, he had black eyes that were like black beetles, he was wearing a black T-shirt and blue pants jeans, sporty looking tenny shoes, he had rather large mouse ears and he was five feet and eight inches tall so he was quite tall for his age. The tallest kid in his school was known to be six feet tall. "Finally, schools out and summer's here." he said in his slightly low yet young voice. "But still no girl friend." He was walking his way home and he had the facial expression that made him look like he was a little serious. He saw all sorts of people either going home on foot, by riding their bikes home, taking the bus home, getting a car ride home or very few people were on a motorcycle they rode towards home. "Hey Charlie?" called another boy. Charlie turned to see an old friend he knew was going to college, a young male wolf with romanian accent. "Hey Dragos." said Charlie. "You glad school is out? Because I am going to a party with some friends, you wanna go?" asked Dragos with a grin. "If there's gonna be a lot of drinking, people doing things that aren't appropriate for kids to see and people getting drunk than I can't go, I'm fourteen." said Charlie pointing out a reason to be responsible. "Oh right, sorry." said Dragos blushing. "But if you go, try not to get drunk, don't do any drugs and if your with a woman, were a condom.' said Charlie with a word of advice. "Good idea, also, don't be down that you don't have a girl friend, one day you'll find the girl, you just got to keep looking." said Dragos kindly as he was about to leave. "Have a good summer." Dragos went over to some friends that were nearby. Charlie waved good bye to him and he stopped, he was thinking of what he would do if he had a girl friend. He would kiss her, hug her, date her and if he's lucky one day, maybe get lucky. *"This summer, I'll find a girl friend even if I have to swear on it."* thought Charlie as he turned down another lane. The lane he turned down towards was a quiet street and anyone hardly ever saw anyone outside because they were inside, relaxing or busy with something in their comfortable little homes. He suddenly bumped into someone and he managed to keep his balance and stood up, his face was in between a woman's large sized breasts and he was in front of a large woman. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You okay kid?" said the lady in her deep, steamy and seductive voice that almost sounded like she had an accent. The lady was an elephant, she appeared to be fourty-eight years of age and very tall, about six feet and eight inches tall, she had a plump and chubby body from the looks of it, she had wide arms, wide legs, a pair of wide hips, a wide waist, a wide torso, her hands were kind of big with sausage like fingers. She was wearing a pink shirt and blue jeans for pants. She had long black hair that went down to her shoulders, brown eyes and since she had a chubby and wide body, she seemed to be at the weight limit of four-hundred and eighty pounds from either chubby fat or muscles, her breasts were really, really huge. Her breasts were so huge, they kept bouncing everytime she made any movement, her breasts size looked to be triple M-cups, each breasts was twenty-eight inches long and wide, even her ass was big as her breasts, she had large feet like her large hands. Charlie felt himself grow a large hard-on in his pants from the hot appearance of this lady. "I'm okay, I just never expected to bump into a lady like you, although I've never seen a lady like you before around here." said Charlie blushing as he took his face out of her huge tits. "I'm Tina, I moved into the neighborhood four years ago and I usually stayed inside since the comfy little home made me feel so secure." said Tina as she told him the reason why he's never seen her before. "You must be Charlie Whisk, I live next door to you." Charlie felt his heart beat a little fast from hearing what Tina just said, he felt like he was either lucky to know that, curious to how that happened or just shocked a little bit. "Yes I am, do you happen to have a daughter or two?" asked Charlie curiously. "Well yes but my kids are in college and all grown up, I got two girls and one boy." said Tina informing him. Charlie felt his heart sink a little, he knew that Tina's daughters were taken and yet again, he felt alone when it came to the love of a girl. Tina seemed to have just noticed how he felt. "Oh Charlie, have you had trouble getting a girl friend before?" asked Tina looking kind. "Well, yes, three times. The first one was taken, the second one wasn't my type and the last one moved away before I could get the chance to know her." said Charlie sadly. Tina wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him closely to her body in a big yet gentle hug. Charlie felt the saddening blow in his heart disappear and his heart beat a little faster as he was hugged by a hot yet older woman, his face was now resting on her huge tits. "You'll find a girl one day, she may even be closer than you think and if you find her, she'll love you for who you are, besides, I think your hot enough for any girl." said Tina with a good word of comfort. "I'll walk you home if you like?" "Okay." said Charlie eagerly as he felt better from hearing such encouraging words from a hot lady. Tina grinned and planted her soft, large and luscious, big lips on Charlie's lips in a passionate kiss, her lips were big enough to cover his whole lips and mouth area and a little more than that, slipping in her large tongue and briefly explored his mouth. Charlie felt like he would blow up with love as he was recieving affection and love from an older woman and having her kiss him with huge tongue. He made it from first to second base in no time flat. Tina moaned into the kiss eagerly for a bit and pulled her lips away in a loud and wet pop, slipping her huge tongue back inside her mouth. Charlie had a look of amazement on his face as he blushed more. "I'll lead the way, hon." said Tina giggling. Tina and Charlie walked down the side walk that lead towards their home. Charlie was next to her and he couldn't believe he got his first kiss from an older woman whose old enough to be his mother. "Did you go to college?" asked Charlie curiously. "Oh yes, I took some classes in modeling clothes like swim suits and modeling in a bikini or two. They use call me Two Ton Tina as a nickname for my modeling." said Tina. "But that was college." Charlie never knew she use to do modeling courses in college, he was so amazed, he felt like he wanted her since he had his huge hard-on in his pants. They reached for their homes and made it. "I may have to be with you because your mother told me she'll be home late tonight and I...offered to babysit." said Tina blushing with a grin. "Oh, than that's okay." said Charlie with a grin. They walked towards Charlie's house and Charlie unlocked the door with his house key and they both walked inside, he locked the door after he closed it. Charlie's home was a comfortable yet huge house. "You have a comfortable home, if you had a girl friend, it would be perfect for company with her." said Tina giggling. "I'll be in the bathroom if you need me." "Okay." said Charlie. Tina went up the stairs to use the toilet and Charlie wnet in the living room, he sat on the couch and took his shoes and socks, he began to undo his pants and his underwear was pulled down along with his pants, his huge cock and balls were exposed. Charlie's boner was sixteen inches long and four and a half inches wide and thick with a ball sac the size of a large soccerball. It was throbbing for attention. "If only I could have a chance at sex with Tina now." said Charlie feeling aroused. He look around to make sure no one was looking, the windows were all covered with blinds and he took off the rest of his clothes until he was naked. Charlie felt his huge boner feel heavy along with the ball sac. He grabbed it and rubbed it eagerly, moaning lightly. "Oh Tina." moaned Charlie. Charlie closed his eyes as he fantasized about sex with Tina but he was unaware of one thing. "Charlie?" called out Tina. Charlie jumped and stopped rubbing his cock, opened his eyes to see Tina looking at him with a blushing face. "Tina, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, your body, your huge tits and the rest of your gorgeous body got me so attracted to you." said Charlie looking ashamed. Tina walked over to him and sat next to him on the couch, sitting right by him, she knew he was horny and she had a word of understanding his situating. "Masturbation is normal, you have nothing to be ashamed of." said Tina being kind and understanding. Charlie felt relieved to know Tina understood but a thought came to Charlie's head and he knew this was one question he dare not ask or dare not get a good answer from but he took in a deep breath and got ready to ask her a question. "Tina, I know we're at a bit of an age difference and I haven't had any luck with the girls since I got interested in girls but." Charlie paused for a minute. "Could we....have sex? Your body is so hot and everything about you is so well sized and I was wondering if you could be my first woman to give me my first time. So, could we please have sex?" Tina knew that they were at a bit of an age difference and she knew he was very horny and ready for sex, she knew if her kids found out, her kids would have some adjusting to do if they found out she had sex with a younger man and had a new boyfriend but she was very aroused at the size of Charlie's huge cock and large balls, she knew she wanted a chance to fuck him hard. "You know Charlie." Tina began as she felt very horny and aroused at how well endowed Charlie was. "If you were horny and wanted to have sex with this busty, large MILF, you should've told me." Tina grinned seductively at Charlie and she gave his huge cock and huge, hairless balls a large lick with her eighteen inched long, nine inched wide and five inched thick tongue which made Charlie moan from her fat, huge and fleshy tongue which gave his body a sudden rise in heat and tension. "So could we have sex, Tina?" shuddered Charlie. "That felt so good." "Okay, since I like big boys, we can have sex." said Tina in a seductive tone. "Since I'm a MILF and we're both at a huge age difference, this makes it even hotter, since you have no luck with girls, than maybe a MILF is the right kind of girl you should have as your girl friend." Tina started Charlie off with a blow job, she shoved his whole cock in her huge mouth, her huge mouth was large enough to take in his whole cock, it was balls deep inside her mouth which made Charlie moan again. Tina sucked him off eagerly and licked the whole cock by every inch eagerly. Charlie moaned from the sudden heat and warmth of her huge and wet, hot mouth and the hot and wet sensation of her huge tongue licking every inch of his boner. He was thinking this would be his best day ever and he was going to find out that he's right. "Ohhh Tina, that feels nice." moaned Charlie softly. Tina was sucking and licking his whole shaft at such an eagered pace, it was making Charlie feel so good, hot, tingly and horny inside. Charlie's whole throbbing cock was getting heated up inside from Tina's large mouth and large tongue, he was feeling his inside growing hotter which made him moan louder and he felt everything just rise higher from the pleasure of his first blow job. "Ohhh god, that feels so right." moaned Charlie a bit louder. Tina suddenly increased everything as she sucked him off a little harder while licking every inch of his length a little faster, it was making the levels of heat and tension rise hotter, stronger ad higher while it just made Charlie want more and moan for it to keep going, not wanting to stop as the cum in his fat and jiggly, fleshy orbs boiled more and more. Tina knew that Charlie wanted a girl to be his girl friend and she decided to give him his first sex to start it all off while Charlie was feeling very lucky. "Ohhh Tina, your so good at this." gasped Charlie with a loud breath. The more Tina kept sucking him off harder and the more she kept licking every inch of his cock faster, it was all getting hotter and stronger for Charlie as his first blow job was turning out to be a hot one. Charlie was loving how good his first blow job felt, it made him moan and kept on moaning, he was the luckiest kid in the world for this. All Charlie could feel was his first orgasm building and it was building closer as he moaned boyishly louder with a pleasured expression on his face with a grin. "Don't stop." grunted Charlie as he felt his lower body start to get stiff. Tina started to pick up the movements as she sucked Charlie off harder and harder while she licked his whole shaft faster and faster, increasing the levels of heat and tension in his lower body. Charlie's lust for a girl was turning him into a perverted-orgasmic sex machine. He moaned loud enough to be heard from up the stairs, he was now feeling his orgasm boiling in his huge balls and it was about to blow at any given minute. His legs were quivering from the whole thing. "I'm gonna cum, Tina." moaned Charlie passionately. Tina was now sucking as hard as she could and licked every inch of his cock as fast as she could, making the heat and tension was getting very hot, strong and high. Charlie moaned so loud, he finally blew his loud of cum inside Tina's huge and waiting mouth and Tina swallowed every large rope he gave her. "Ohhhh Tina." moaned Charlie lazily. Charlie took a long time to stop cumming and his cock was still hard and throbbing after Tina swallowed the last of his seed and pulled her huge mouth off. Charlie wanted more and Tina knew she was going to let him have more sex with her. "That was the best feeling ever, you must give the best blow jobs." panted Charlie lightly. "You want me to ride your cock with my ass?" said Tina giggling. Charlie nodded and Tina got him to lay on his back to the huge couch, than she got on top of Charlie and and positioned her body just right and shoved his huge cock balls deep up her tight and bouncey ass. Both moaned from the sudden warmth of being connected. Tina loved the feeling of having Charlie's huge ass stuffed up her ass and Charlie loved it too. Tina placed her hands on Charlie's shoulders for support and started riding him eagerly up and down while her hyper sized jugs bounced around his face at an eagered pace. Both moaning from the sudden feeling of making hot and sweet love. "Your ass is so tight, Tina.' moaned Charlie excited. "Your so big, I never knew sex with an older and larger woman would be this exciting." "Ohhh yes, your in for the ride of your life like never before." moaned Tina huskily. Charlie knew that from a fact that sex with a woman with the male's cock in their vaginal holes was the best sex ever and he knew that having anal sex with his older, large and busty goddess like Tina was the best sex he's having so far. Charlie moaned and gasped softly as he was having his huge cock ridden by Tina's bouncey, large, fat, fleshy and jiggly ass, he just lay there and enjoyed himself while Tina would do all the work on fucking him the best way she can. Even Tina moaned from how good sex was with a younger man. "Ohhh Tina, please be my girl friend, your the hottest woman I've ever met." moaned Charlie feeling happy. "Than your girl friend I shall be." moaned Tina with a breathy toned voice. "Your proving to be a better lover than my ex-husband, your even bigger than him." Tina knew this was making the tingling sensations inside them a lot stronger and hotter for them, even Charlie knew was making everything feel better. Charlie watched her massive sized tits bounce around his face a little faster as she was eagerly riding his cock with her tight ass, making him feel her ass squeeze tighter on his huge shaft. Charlie and Tina couldn't believe how good at sex the other one was. Tina was proving to be a very good lover for her age since she must of been pent up and hadn't had sex in a long time and Charlie was proving to be good at sex as well for a young virgin whose perfectly well endowed for his age. Both felt the heat and tension keep on growing as they kept eagerly fucking each other. "I feel so lucky to have you as my first girl friend." gasped Charlie boyishly. "I'm so glad to have you as my boyfriend, it's been years since I had sex, you hot and yummy mousey." gasped Tina loudly. "Kiss me, you yummy devil." Tina planted her soft, large, huge and luscious, big lips to Charlie's lips in another passionate kiss, she slipped in her huge tongue as she explored every inch of his mouth. Both kissing each other passionately and moaning into the kiss. Since Tina's lips were soft and large enough to cover Charlie's whole lips and mouth area and a little more than that, she proved to be the perfect kisser and Charlie loved every bit of it. "Tina." moaned Charlie into the kiss. "Mousey." moaned Tina into the kiss. Both of them kissed each other with a lot of tongue before pulling their tongues back in their mouths and passionately kissed each other like crazy, both feeling the need to breathe and pulled their lips away in a loud and very wet pop. Tina started to increased her speed a little faster and thrusted a little harder, making her huge and bouncey, jiggly, fat ass squeeze a little tighter and harder on Charlie's huge shaft and Charlie watched her huge and fleshy mounds bounce around his face a little faster which increased the sexual arousal inside him. Both of them moaned and gasped passionately louder as they both felt the body heat grow a little hotter and the sexual tension grow a little stronger. Both loving the feeling of having kinky, hot and underage sex with one another. Both were loving it as if they were immediately hooked and addicted. "Ohhh Tina, your better at sex than I expected." grunted Charlie as he felt his whole body getting tense inside from the tightening muscles in his body that was from the sexual pleasure. "Ohhhh mousey, even your better than I expected, ohhhh mousey, your momma's horny little pervert, your all mine. Momma wants mousey all to herself so she can fuck and dominate him forever." moaned Tina with a lustful grunt. Both were having a great time since both proved to be very good at sex, even if both of them were at an age difference. Tina was feeling his huge cock rub against the inside of her ass which was making her get closer to an orgasm and Charlie felt the same way as he was feeling the tightness get better and both of them could only feel everything get hotter and stronger as they were continuing to have passionate sex, both knew they wanted this for a long time and were feeling so happy to let it all out at long last. "Ohhhh god, I love you and your body." moaned Charlie in a boyishly lustful tone. "Ohhh mousey, I've been pent up for so long, I'm gonna release all of my pent up sexual energy and pent up sexual frustration on you." moaned Tina lustfully. "Wait until you you stick in my pussy, you'll love that part." Both were in heaven from the high levels of intense sexual pleasure. Tina finally had herself a boyfriend to release all of her pent up sexual energy and pent up sexual frustration that was pent up inside her body and mind for so long and Charlie finally has himself a girl friend to love and get sexually dominated and fucked hard by, he was no longer single. Both were starting to sweat a little from the intense sensations that flowed through their bodies and made their minds crazy for it all. "Ohhh Tina, I'm gonna cum soon." gasped Charlie with a boyish breath. "Ohhh mousey, give it to me in the ass the best you can, come to momma." gasped Tina huskily. Tina now ridden and thrusted his cock faster and harder at ful speed, making her tight ass clamp down on his cock as tight and hard as it could until both of them came violently hard. Tina shot her juices all over his lower body while Charlie shot his huge load up her really tight and hot ass. Charlie saw her massive sized breasts bounce so fast in front of his face, he could get hypnotized by them if they tried. Both moaned from the high intensity of their body heat and sexual tension that mae every muscle in their bodies tense and tighten up a lot more than ever, sweating like crazy as both felt the intense pleasure flow through their minds and bodies. "Ohhhh Tina." gasped Charlie with a breath. "Ohhhhh mousey." gasped Tina hotly. Both of them came a large load of cum all over. Tina shot load after load of her hot and sweet juices all over his lower body while Charlie shot rope after uhge rope up her tight and hot ass, he gave it one more slap to watch it jiggle. Both of them took a long time to stop cumming hard which took a few or more minutes to make it stop. Both panting and wet with a lot of sweat. Charlie was still hard for another go at sex and Tina knew it was time for the best part of sex. "If I put my cock in your pussy, will you please treat me like your boy toy?" panted Charlie. "You know, treat me like a little kid and always call me mousey?" "Oh? You want me to treat you like a real boyfriend by treating like your five year old to where it's really kinky with this older, larger, busty, horny bimbo?" panted Tina with a grin as she gently rubbed and scratched his ear that made Charlie murr and shiver. "Okay, I'll do it, so you feel really horny and so you can truely feel like my yummy little slice of a devilish hunk, mousey." Tina lifted her body up a little so she can pull Charlie's huge cock out of her tight and sloppy, wet ass and she grabbed his huge hard-on and shoved it inside her vaginal hole, she shoved it in there balls deep and layed her body on top of him again. Both of them moaned from the sudden warmth and tightness of Tina's vaginal hole and after Charlie came twice and got shoved inside her vaginal hole, it caused his hard-on to swell up to where it was eighteen inches long, five inches wide and thick and his ball sac swelled to a larger size where it was slightly larger than a basketball. Tina started to ride his cock eagerly up and down while her huge sized jugs bounced up and down in front of his face at an eagered pace too. Making them both moan in pleasure. "Sex with a younger boy will make me a pedophile, don't that sound so hot?" moaned Tina softly in a hot tone. "Ohhh Tina, yes it does. Your right about sex in your pussy, it is tighter and hotter." moaned Charlie excited. Tina now wrapped her arms around his whole body and held him closely to her body in her arms, she was eagerly riding and thrusting his huge boner while her vaginal walls started to squeeze his huge length a little tighter everytime she kept riding his massive sized member. Both were moaning louder and much more passionately than ever since they were doing vaginal penetration sex, they felt the body heat and sexual tension rising and coming back to their bodies but this time, it felt much better. "You yummy little devil, momma loves you so much, you get to have a little fun with her pussy." moaned Tina sound huskier than everytime she kept going. "Your momma's little boy, mousey." "Tina, ohhh god, just like that, ohhhh kiss me, kiss your little boy." moaned Charlie boyishly, almost begging for the kiss. Tina planted her large, huge and soft lips to Charlie's in another passionate kiss, slipping in her massive and oversized tongue in his mouth, licking evry nook and cranny, inch by inch. Both moaned into the kiss but for some reason, it was Tina's husky moans that sounded hotter to Charlie and it was like sex music to his large ears. Since her lips were large, huge and soft enough to cover his lips, mouth and a little more than that, it made kissing a whole better for the two, especially for Charlie. "Pucker up, mousey." moaned Tina while she kissed him passionately. "Momma's gonna give mousey some sweet sugar." "Momma." moaned Charlie into the kiss. As they kissed each other with tongue, they felt the need to breathe afterwards and pulled their tongues back into their mouths and pulled their lips away in a really loud and wet pop. Tina moaned louder in a husky voice as she ridden his cock a little faster and thrusted a little harder, making her pussy squeeze his large shaft a little tighter and harder. Charlie watched her oversized tits bounce around his face a little faster which was heightening the sexual excitement and arousal inside him while the two moaned in passionate bliss from the heightening levels of heat and stronger levels of tension growing hotter and stronger, making their bodies moare and more tensed and tightened inside but it seemed the tensing and tightening up was much stronger in Charlie's body since he was younger and it was his first time which made Tina take advantage of him for the hot and sexy fun of pleasure. "Ohh mousey, I've missed sex so much, momma's so happy that she gets to take out all of her pent sexual energy, frustration and aggression on you." gasped Tina with a loud breath. "Ohhh mousey, momma loves you." "Ohhh Momma, don't stop, rape me if you have to, fuck your little boy hard and don't stop." gapsed Charlie as he felt his orgasm building up like Tina felt hers. Tina gave Charlie's chest, nipples and his face a huge lick with her hyper sized tongue that pushed up his cheek. Charlie giggled and moaned at the same time from that and after her oversized tongue slipped off his face, both of them continued to fuck each other passionately without stopping and Tina didn't even bother to let up, not even a little bit. Both could hear the loud and wet slapping sounds of their bodies grinding, rubbing and sliding against each others bodies which was heightening the excitement and arousal inside their minds and bodies, even their bodies were sweating more and more and their breathing was getting heavier as they kept fucking each other like crazy. "Ohhh god Tina, be my big momma, let your boy toy know you love him to bits." moaned Charlie with a loud grunt. "Oh mousey, ohhh god, momma loves her horny little perverted boy, your willy make momma so horny, your so huge, big momma wants you and your all mine." moaned Tina as she was making him horny with dirty talk. Charlie was getting very horny and hot inside from the intense sensations of pleasure he felt, even Tina was feeling much hornier than an orgasmic whore high on pleasure. Tina was feeling very horny and dominant over him as she could feel her orgasm building closer inside and Charlie felt his whole body and every muscle tighten and tense up inside his whole body inside as his orgasm was building closer too. Even his cum was boiling so much hotter inside his large and fleshy balls, all that made his body stiffen up enough to where he couldn't even move his body which Tina took advantage of him at that part by dominating and fucking him as best as she could but she made sure it wasn't too much because she didn't want him and her to cum too early. "Ohhhhhhhh Tina, Tina." grunted Charlie as he was getting hornier by the second. "Oh god mousey, your gonna be a horny pervert when I'm done with you. Ohhhhh, you like being a horny pervert for momma, your gonna scream mommy's name when you blow up because I'm gonna make you explode everywhere." moaned Tina in a very husky tone as she was turning out to be a horny sex monster. The dirty talk Tina was doing was making Charlie hornier than ever as his whole body and mind was getting very aroused from having intense sex sessions with an older woman. Tina now was giving it everything she had as she ridden and thrusted Charlie's huge boner faster and harder at full speed while he pussy was squeezing and massaging his huge shaft so tight and hard, it clamped down as hard as it could on his freakishly huge cock. Both moaning on the verge of screaming as they were under a lot of high levels of body heat and the tension was very strong inside, both sweating a lot. Charlie's whole body stiffened up so much along with his whole body and every muscle in his whole body tensed and tightened up so much, he now couldn't move his body, not even by an inch while Tina was fucking him very rough. Charlie's huge ball sac was going up and every inch of his body was about to shake and buck violently as both their orgasms were very close. "Ohhhhhh Tina........I'm gonna blow up.........your little boy is gonna blow." moaned Charlie in his most boyish tone as his breathing got heavy. "Call me Two Ton Tina, mousey." moaned Tina in her most huskiest and steamy tone. Both of them suddeny came violently hard and rough. Charlie bucked wildly everytime one rope shot out of him as he came huge ropes of cum the size of a stop sign pole while Tina came huge amounts of juices to fill up a large bath tub as she came all over his cock and balls. Both of them were matching each others movements as fast, hard and rough as they could while they came so much cum, they kepts cumming longer and harder at a violently rough and hard force. "TWO TON TINA." shouted Charlie. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH MOUSEY." screamed Tina. Both of them continued to cum longer and harder as Tina ridden and thrusted Charlie's huge dick much faster and harder than ever as her vaginal walls squeezed and massaged his cock tighter and harder than they could. Charlie watched her hyper sized tits in excitememt as they bounced crazily faster up and down in front of his horny face. Both were screaming and moaning fro mthe intense and rough force of cumming harder and longer as they kept cumming harder, longer and stronger. Charlie could see her massive mouth open up for him to see Tina's huge and hyper sized, fat and fleshy tongue. Both of their minds were clouded and going insane with intense pleasure. "Ohhhhh god......so good......ohhhhhhhhhh momma." moaned Charlie crazily. "Fuck mommy...fuck your momma's pussy hard.....show her how good you are at sex........you love momma's body....you love momma's pussy.....you horny perverted mousey boy." moaned Tina sounding like a motherly whore high on pleasured sex. "Pleasure momma.....pleasure your big momma." Both of them suddenly came a second yet larger rope of cum the size of what felt like the world's largest, thickest, widdest and hardest ropes of cum ever which made Charlie's whole body tighten and tense up while his whole body quivered, shook and bucked violently upwards as his whole body was under a intense, strong and hot sexual spell. Tina was cumming more and more amounts of juices than anyone of her species was suppose to which made her fuck him rougher. Tina ridden and thrusted his cock faster and harder than full speed while her pussy walls squeezed and massaged his shaft painfully and roughly tighter and harder on his swelling cock which felt so good, it started to feel a little painful. Both screamed and moaned like a couple of sexually active and pleasure high people that were under a lot of sexual and kinky sex spells. Both were sweating a lot to fill up buckets or a bath tub as they were under intense sensation levels of high body heat and high sexual tension. Charlie saw her massive and hyper sized, fleshy, fat mounds bounce around his sex happy face rapidly up and down which made the excitement in Charlie grow so high, it made him almost feel like he could get sexed to death. Charlie's whole body was both locking up inside but violently shaking everywhere which Tina seemed to take advantage of his sexual state since she was so pent up for sex for so long, she must of had not sex since she got pregnant with her kids. "Ohhhhhhhhhh you can resist mommy's pussy..........you sexually active......perverted boy." moaned Tina as her husky toned voice was so loud, her breathing got heavy too. "Ohhhhhhh mousey." "OHHHHHH GOD..........TINA..........TINA........TWO TON TINA." screamed Charlie as his face was purely twisted with intense pleasure and lust. Both of them came rope after harder, thicker, larger, wetter, hotter, rougher, gigantically violent ropes of cum the size of what felt like a tree trunk. Charlie's whole body was shaking violently so much that his whole body on the inside, every muscle inside his body tightened and tensed up so much, he couldn't move an inch but only when a rope of cum came out of him while Tina was cumming so much, she could cum a pool of it all over his body and make him look like he jumped into a swimming pool of sex juices. Tina ridden and thrusted Charlie's swelling cock faster nd harder than the speed of light while her pussy walls squeezed and massaged and clamped down on his cock so tight and hard, it was beyond the limits of it all. Both moaned and screamed so much from the intense levels of tension and heat, it made them feel like they were having sex on the sun and the tension was enough to tighten and tense up their bodies to make it feel like they could literarily cum for days. Charlie's whole body and every muscle in his body locked up so much, he now couldn't move at all when the only thing that could move was his cock that was swelling up to twice it's usual size, his ball sac which was now larger than the worlds largest watermelon and his head which was barely moving. Tina took advantage of him in his high state of sexually crazed pleasure, she was now roughly and violently fucking him harder than she ever had. Charlie saw her huge mouth opened so much, he saw her entire hyper sized tongue inside her large mouth. "Call me Tina's mom." moaned Tina so loud that her voice was at it's huskiest and steamiest from the intense levels of pleasure and lust. "TINA'S MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM." shouted Charlie at the top of his lungs with his most twisted facial expression ever from the intense pleasure and lust he was under. Both of them came hard for so long, it felt like days could go on by until they felt their orgasms eventually come to an end after hours of cumming hard, both panting hard but they took a few minutes to catch their breaths before speaking. Tina had him in her arms and held him closely to her body and Charlie was amazed at how crazy, wild, kinky and mind blowing his first time was with an older, larger, busty and sex expert woman. "That was one wild first time. I'm glad your my first woman, Tina." said Charlie with a cute smile. "You were such a better lover than my husband, you are bigger than him." said Tina giggling as she rubbed his mouse like ear. "Mousey had fun with mommy?" Tina planted her large and soft lips to Charlie's lips in a passionate kiss, kissing each other but holding it to their lips for a long time before pulling their lips away. Charlie murred from the rubbing of his ear and grinned, looking relaxed. "Does mousey want to have sex with mommy's pussy again, mousey?" said Tina motherly. "Ohhh yes." murred Charlie. "I wanna do it again like that but in your pussy." Tina began to fuck Charlie like she did before again but this time, she made sure his cock was in her pussy the whole time. Tina turned out ot be quite the goddess of sex since she can fuck Charlie so good. Tina now became Charlie's permanent babysitter and everytime Tina and Charlie were alone together in the house or if those two got to spend a few hours of the day together, they would spend every second of their time together by having a lot of intense sex together. Tina was the dominant one over Charlie when they screwed each other and that's just the way they loved it. Charlie finally got himself a girl friend after all this time, even if she was an older woman. Tina finally found herself a boyfriend to have after all this time of searching. They made sure no one knew about their sexual relationship and they had one other thing on their minds, once Charlie is at legal age, both of them are getting married. The End

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Title: Alien Exchange: Earth by Nalz Tags: Alien, First Time, Handjob, Human, Lizard, M/M, Naerian, Nalz, Scalie, Sci-Fi, Snowballing Naerian race, characters and locations are © Jordan "Nalz" P. Author's Note: After a long absence I finally finished another short story. Not much plot to this one since it wasn't in the original plan. If I do do another one after this, set in the same story arc (Don't get your hopes up), it'll have more plot than this by a long shot. Anyways, enjoy. Edit: Changed the name of Nalz's home planet to reflect a recent rework and to keep confusion to a minimum with the possible sequel. **Section One** Nalz set the Xbox controller in his lap, cracking his upper hands knuckle's proudly as the Post-Game Carnage Report drifted onto the large TV screen set in front of him. With a triumphant, "you like that shit!?" to his singular Human spectator, who gawked at the utter domination the scaled creature had handed out. "50 and 13. Told you I was amazing at Halo 2." Nalz said with a massive grin on his lips. The on looking Human nodded as he looked over the scores for the rest of the players. The next closest player with a mere 26 kills and 32 deaths. "How exactly did you manage that?" He asked thoroughly baffled at how some of those numbers were possible. "Especially with 78% accuracy!" "What more do you need other than 'amazing?'" The lizard retorted with an unwavering grin. "Possibly a decent, less arrogant response? Just because you're Naerian and have two more arms doesn't instantly make you amazing, in fact, I'm pretty sure it makes you an ugly, self centered prick." He accented his last word by swatting the controller out of the lizard's hands. Nalz laughed at the comment knowing full well how he constantly caught the Human staring at him as he did the simplest of things. He decided to play that fact to his benefit. "Ugly, huh? Is that why I'm always catching you staring at me and most often not very subtly, Jason?" This brought a shade of pink to Jason's cheeks as he turned his head away from the alien's gaze. "Ha! Your face has always given away the truths that your voice will not." "Just shut up will you?" Jason's eyes fell to the floor as he frowned and set his balled fists on his knees. Nalz's ignorant grin faded after several failed attempts to get the distraught Human to smile. He stood from the bed and moved in front of Jason, standing relaxed with his arms crossed and his eyes down on him. "What's the matter, dude?" Nalz asked after a defeated sigh, intent on getting a straight answer. "You know damn well, lizard, why I always stare." All he received was a questioning look. Jason sighed as his fists clenched and relaxed, a nervous habit. "Because . . . " A pause. "You're a hot piece of ass, Nalz. I'd rip off your clothes, hold you down and fuck you in a heartbeat, in a fuckin' heartbeat. Your empty responses to some of my questions only make it worse for me. Nothing is ever a solid yes or no with you." Nalz was a bit shocked and angry at the same time. Shocked from hearing Jason talk about him in such a way and angry that'd he actually never thought about Jason's stares like that and his own empty responses. His only true friend on Earth just confessed to wanting him and he'd never acknowledged such a possibility and worse yet Jason thought he was . . . attractive. "You really think I'm hot?" Nalz stuttered, blinking behind his frameless spectacles. Jason looked stunned that the sexiest thing he'd ever seen just asked him that. "Hot? You're the sexiest creature I've ever seen in my short existence! Nothing on this planet could beat you." Jason unclenched his fists and looked up at Nalz, who couldn't quite tell what was behind the Human's steel-blue gaze. Nalz certainly didn't agree that he was sexy. He could think of many, many Naerians better looking than him on Sihv. Personally he thought he looked plain in a simple black t-shirt and baggy khaki pants. The only particulars about his looks that he liked was a lip ring offset to the left of his snout and his small lens glasses that perched on his snout just in front of his eyes. "I think you're mistaken. Back home I was hardly considered attractive. My only redeeming quality on Sihv is these frilly crimson spikes on the back of my head." He said as he slid three fingers through them slowly, pushing them out of the way as his digits continued down the back of his head. "I could care less about other Naerians, Nalz. You're the only one I know and the only one I" He sighed. "Forget it." "What? You expect me to just - " Jason put up his hands in protest, cutting him off. "Forget it Nalz. I'm tired, it's two A.M. and I'm going to bed." Nalz just watched Jason from where he stood as the Human crawled over his bed and lay down. **Section Two** The room was dark and silent save for the soft hum of computer fans. Nalz lay on top of his sleeping bag in a pair of black boxers, wide awake. He was thinking, as he had been for two hours since Jason had gone to sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about what Jason had said earlier in the evening and now he was questioning his own emotions on the whole subject. Jason was very attracted to him as he'd just found out, but was he attracted to Jason? He wasn't even sure if he was attracted to Humans at all. Human females seemed very 'fake,' covering themselves with specially made products in an attempt to make themselves look better. Males were generally smarter and didn't seem to partake in such a silly thing for the most part. Females also had mammary glands that seemed to drive most males to stare at them; Nalz wasn't entirely sure why, as he found them strange since Naerian females don't have them. After having short relations and mating with one he was completely certain Naerian females were infinitely superior. Human males didn't fare much better in his mind. Human males had a much closer body build to Naerians of both genders except they lacked a tail, two more arms and had an oddly shaped head, no snout and plantigrade legs. The last thing about Human males that he found to be a put off was the fact that they had external genitalia. Before leaving Sihv he'd taken the liberty of scanning through Human anatomy books that were provided throughout the 'Humanization' process. Naerian males have completely internal genitalia, the only external part being a genital slit. Memories of pictures and text cascaded through Nalz's mind as he continued to ponder Jason. That particular Human had a build that he would find attractive in most Naerians: toned muscle masses, slender body type and tall. If not for the lack of everything else a Naerian possessed, Nalz would certainly find Jason attractive. Nalz lay still with his eyes shut for several more minutes, blanking his mind of the past two hours of thinking to try to get some sleep. His peace didn't last long when a fresh notion snuck into his thought process. If a cross-species relation was going to happen, he couldn't base it on such superficialities as appearance. Nalz lay quietly for another hour thinking about Jason's personality, who he was and how he acted before coming to the simple conclusion that he was indeed attracted to Jason's personality. With a smile spread over his snout, Nalz sat up and looked over the bed to the unmoving heap of a Human asleep near the end of the mattress. 'If this has even a possibility of working, I might as well find out,' Nalz resolved in his mind as he slowly crawled onto Jason's bed. Halfway across, he froze as Jason stirred and the Human's hand ventured to a small table lamp. The lizard put up a hand in front of his eyes to shield them from the sudden light. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Jason asked sleepily, rubbing one of his eyes. "Well . . . I've been thinking about what you said earlier," Nalz began, continuing to crawl slowly towards Jason through the faint illumination. "I've come to the conclusion that I am attracted to your personality." Jason had sat up on his elbows by now, with wide eyes stuck on the lizard's gray, glistening scales and fluid movements. So much so that he'd almost forgotten to respond to what Nalz was saying. "Really?" he asked, after a pause. Nalz nodded slightly but continued talking as he passed over the Human's legs. "Yes, but I hate your hair, dislike your lacking two arms, wished you had scales and weren't a tailless Human." He finished with his snout mere inches from the Human's face. Nalz's small, sharp teeth drew Jason's attention as the lizard's voice grew more irritated while he had been talking. He was reminded of the Naerian's predatory past or at least what little of it he'd had the chance to learn about. Slowly the lizard's snout grew closer to Jason's slightly agape mouth. "What are you going to -" Jason began, his heart rate and subtle shivering increasing as Nalz's words silenced him. "I'm looking past all of those shortcomings, they're superficial, Jason." Nalz finished his sentence softly, his lips touching tenderly against the petrified Human's. Seeing Jason's shocked eyes he took hold of his biceps with his upper hands, slowly setting Jason's head back onto the pillow under him. The action jarred Jason out of his shocked state and he brought his lips into working order against the lizard's. Pressing more of his snout to the Human's mouth - who was now enthusiastically returning the action - he sat softly on Jason's waist. Nalz's tail coiled down the length of Jason's leg, unknowingly pressing his tail base against the Human's groin, finding himself actually enjoying their making-out. Nalz's upper hand moved to either side of Jason's head, setting the Human's arms free to slide hesitantly over his scales. Slowly the lizard parted their lips and opened his eyes to gauge Jason's reaction, his scaled finger tips sliding over his smooth chest. Jason opened his own eyes, quickly looking up and down the lizard's radiant body as his hands roamed excitedly over it; he hadn't expected Nalz's scales to be so soft and slick. "That was extremely unexpected," Jason muttered looking up to the Nalz's grinning face, his hands pressing up flat against that completely smooth chest. "The unexpected is always more interesting." Nalz said while he dragged a claw lightly down Jason's body, lifting himself onto his hands and knees, to the waistband of his boxers. It wasn't until his finger was hooked firmly under the elastic and slowly pulling down that he realized what he was doing. Nalz quickly pulled his hand away from Jason's boxers and blushed deeply, his gray-scaled cheeks changing to a faint red hue. To his surprise Jason simply laughed, "Now that's something I have never seen before." Nalz smiled warily, apologizing quietly. Jason's smile only widened as his hands returned to sliding smoothly over any scaled part within reach. "You don't need to be sorry, Nalz. What has happened is already more than I could have hoped for. I could remind you about everything I said regarding your looks." Jason ended with a smirk, blushing just enough to be noticeable. Nalz hadn't originally planned on anything sexual happening but as he had crawled over the nearly nude Human the idea began spreading through his subconscious like a plague, even now he could feel a blooming energy coursing through his veins. "I hadn't originally thought about-" Nalz stopped short after sitting back down onto Jason's waist and the Human's erection. Both blushed furiously as they looked at each other but neither moved. They both knew in their rational minds that one or the other should say or do something but neither of their bodies were listening. The color slowly left their cheeks while they continued to sit silently. Nalz was first to move, his hips gyrating slowly over the Human's groin. Jason's hands twitched against Nalz's naked sides from the stimulation. Nalz closed his eyes to everything, his mind's focus narrowing down to touch, sound and smell. Jason's hand rubbed up and down the arms that were poised on the pillow next to his head, shivering when Nalz's lower hands gripped his sides. Nalz tilted his pelvis forward and arched his lower back, his weight pressing Jason's hard member against his slit. "Uh, Nalz," Jason asked in a confused tone. Nalz opened his eyes, his focus diluting, following Jason's worried look to their merged crotches. "What's the matter?" Nalz asked calmly, thoroughly oblivious to what was worrying the Human. "I . . . I thought you were a guy," Jason trailed off embarrassed that he wasn't even sure of Nalz's gender. Nalz tried not to laugh but failed, his snout splitting apart as he laughed, his jaw displaying its glittering ivory spikes. Jason resolved that he'd never get over those razor sharp teeth. However, upon further consideration, his tongue and elongated snout were appealing to say the least. "I guess your advisors didn't tell you much about Naerian reproductive anatomy." Nalz giggled at Jason's utterly lost expression. "Well let me teach you what they never could." Nalz climbed off of Jason and crawled to the head of the bed, placing one of the Human's body pillows against the wall as a cushion. Jason smiled to himself while he eyed the lizard's alluring rear end, along with the hypnotic swinging of his tail. "I guess that will never change," Nalz said loud enough to break Jason out of his trance. Nalz sat back against the comfortably positioned pillow with his knees bent and legs spread enough to sit between. Jason raised a brow in silent question. His answer, a single claw pointing out a spot on the bed in between Nalz's legs. Without a response Jason crawled forward slowly and sat on the indicated spot, waiting patiently for his next instruction. "Spread your legs under mine on the bed with your knees bent and legs around me," Nalz instructed. Jason followed through without objection, sliding his legs under Nalz's with his feet under the pillow behind him. Without hesitation Nalz slid his lower hands to his boxers, stopping after his thumbs hooked under the waistband of them. "First lesson, internal genitalia: Everything important is inside the body and exits when aroused through a slit, which you felt earlier and freaked out." Jason listened to Nalz intently as he spoke. It was all a completely new information to him. Nalz pulled the waist of his boxers down until well below the base of his slit and held it there. To say Jason was at a loss for what to do would be a great understatement. "Go ahead; just rub over it with two fingers. It really isn't difficult to figure out." Nalz reassured Jason, watching him as he hesitantly reached his hand towards Nalz's crotch. Softly he touched two finger tips to the top of the lizard's slit, slowly sliding them down over the two folds of extremely soft scales, then back up. Jason took Nalz's sudden shudder as a good sign, adding a third finger under and between the original two. For a minute Jason continued the simple motion before he noticed two small mounds on either side of the base of the slit. Pressing his finger tips against them curiously he made small circles over the covering scales. Nalz closed his eyes again, returning his mind to its sharpened state, to slide deeper into the pleasure emanating from each pinpoint that was Jason's fingers. "Those would be my testicles. Naerian body temperatures generally run lukewarm due to our reptilian ancestry thus allowing sperm to survive internally. They can be stimulated from outside and inside the body as well." Nalz hinted none too discreetly. Though he felt odd being talked to as if he were a student in such a situation (Nalz feeling the same but as the teacher) Jason realized he didn't have much of a choice being, so clueless. Given a sense of direction Jason pressed his index and middle finger slowly past the two external folds at the base of the slit easily. The scales around the area felt especially slick and extremely smooth. Nalz gasped quietly from the new feeling of flesh covered digits penetrating his slit, his maw parting when Jason's finger tips found and began stroking the two orbs from within. "Mm, just like that," Nalz muttered happily, resolving that Human's clawless fingers were decidedly more functional than the sharp clawed ones his own species possessed. Now, without hesitation, Jason brought his other hand into play, stroking up and down the silken scales of Nalz's slit whilst occasionally venturing deeper. Nalz hissed softly whenever Jason's fingers explored his slit, shuddering when his flesh brushed his hardened tip. Jason's exploring fingers retreated while his other remained to massage the lizard's hidden testicles, applying deeply pleasurable pressures. Panting softly, Nalz continued with his crash course, hands-on lesson in Naerian reproductive anatomy. "When aroused or under the delicious attentions of a partner," Nalz said lustily, smirking as he sensed Jason's blush. "The phallus hardens and extends out from the slit, thus prepared to serve the purpose of an ever hard, throbbing cock." Nalz opened his eyes and flashed a toothy grin to the giggling Human. With a practiced speed Nalz lunged forward and meshed his lips lustfully with Jason's. The Human's free hand moved back to Nalz's slit to find several inches of the lizard's moist member exposed. Finding his own upper hands empty Nalz slid them down Jason's sides to the waist of his boxers, smoothly pulling them down until the waistband was situated under the Human's own dangling twin orbs. Jason shuddered the moment the lizard's lukewarm hands gripped his hot, hard length, the foreign feeling of scales around his flesh strange yet, intoxicating. Nalz's smooth fingertips and careful claws trailed scantly up and back down Jason's length as Jason's stroked the lizard's already slick phallus. The kiss and fondling lasted but a minute, though strangely it seemed longer to either of them. Delicately Jason separated their lips and looked down to visually examine Nalz's member. He turned it over in his hands the best he could as he inspected it intently from all angles. Overall the shape was indeed alien, yet it was aesthetically appealing to Jason. There was no visible end of the glans as there was for him, being Human. His entire length looked smooth but soft ridges could be felt under the flesh around the midsection and base. The tip was tapered with the point of a well rounded cone. Around the middle was the thickest, enough to feel a stretch but enough for the right amount of stimulation. Most appealing and decidedly alien to Jason was the base. Half the width of the middle it was slim and to Jason didn't look like it could withstand much stress. Nalz watched Jason curiously as the Human studied and explored various aspects of his member, panting softly under Jason's constant caress. Jason ringed his thumb and index finger around the slim base and squeezed it to test its structural integrity. He was surprised how robust and rigid it was. Though Nalz had seen and paid a moderate amount of attention to anatomical drawings and several pictures of Human genitalia it was still very different than his own and worth further study. A claw tip started at the very tip and slid slowly down the underside. The obvious glans was something Nalz didn't posses as well as the small amount of flesh that partially covered the tip, what Jason called a 'foreskin' after Nalz had been tugging and moving it with interest. Continuing his claw's journey down Jason's length, which was notably a more consistent thickness, to the base he gently cupped the Human's external testicles. Carefully he rolled either one between his fingers in turn, testing each ones density. Jason's member was definitely alien but he enjoyed the contrast. All the slow and focused attention on each other's member was causing their bodies to burn with need. Nalz could feel his body warming and his heart rate increase. He wanted release and he knew how he wanted it. Still enthralled by the lizard's phallus Jason was caught off-guard when Nalz suddenly pressed him down flat onto his back. Nalz sat on his knees just behind Jason's waist, sitting so his length was pressed against the Human's. His breathing quickened, his body burned from desire and quivered with lust. Jason shuddered from the double sensation of the lizard's sleek flesh against his own and being so suddenly dominated by his inhuman friend. Tenderly Nalz wrapped one of his lower hands around their members, holding them firmly together. Innocently Nalz slid his upper hands down Jason's arms, trailing his claws over his skin until they hovered over his wrists. Innocently his fingers slid around and held fast the Human's wrists. Before Jason could react Nalz had his hands firmly above and flat behind his head. Jason was a little distraught as he looked up to a toothy reptilian grin with a smirk behind the lizard's amber eyes. Mercifully Nalz closed his maw to hide his teeth but retained his broad grin. Nalz's tail snaked up Jason's leg and over his own until a small length of his whip-like tailtip coiled a couple of times around the base of their lengths. The lizard was a metaphorical goldmine of new sensations and pleasures to Jason. The feeling of a moist, warm cock pressed against his, griped by a gentle hand covered in silken scales and now a tail so slick if felt wet constricting their members together as if trying to make them one. It was all so good and Nalz had yet to even move his hand or hips! Jason relaxed, submitting to the sexy lizard that slowly began to move over him. After adding his other lower hand under the already quite full one, Nalz slowly thrust his hips forward. Jason and Nalz collectively gasped when their hard members ground against the others. Nalz repeated the motion slowly in an attempt to make their first time doing anything together last as long as their horny bodies would allow. Jason shuddered and groaned softly under the lizard's tight grip and sexy frame. The feeling was exquisite and each of Nalz's thrusts exceeded the last in the supplied amount of pleasure. Nalz was already panting quietly over the Human as he thrust, squeezed and ground his throbbing length against Jason's. His entire body was already getting hotter from the activity and his hardwired instincts. Jason turned his head to the side to see what Nalz was doing with his arms when he felt them being moved. They stopped on either side of his head with his wrists still firmly in Nalz's grip. He turned his head and only a moment after he was looking straight up he found his lips locked with his scaled partner's. Jason found the lizard's ebony-slitted pupils staring into him somehow. Looking back he couldn't help but feel Nalz was much older than he appeared; it was something in his eyes that told of a long life he had already lived. Nalz's pupils danced from side to side quickly as if he were speed reading a book, barley reading each word but getting everything that mattered out of it. He'd been so entranced he'd forgotten to react to the kiss or even feel. Everything came rushing back to him quickly, causing him to moan against Nalz's lips who took the chance to slip his slender, expert tongue into the Human's unsuspecting mouth. While Jason had spaced out Nalz had been using his lower hands to spread the pre cum that had beaded at their tips over their lengths; turning his quicker thrusting into a frictionless business. Nalz's tongue explored the Human's mouth, thoroughly inspecting every incisor, canine and molar with his long, slender tongue. Jason's saliva tasted like nothing in particular and he could clearly tell of Humanity's omnivorous nature from their small, sharper front teeth to their large and flat rear teeth. Nalz retracted his tongue back into its proper place but kept his lips apart as he held them to Jason's, offering Jason the opportunity to explore his maw if he wished. Jason's tongue crept past his lips to the lizard's, sliding over them slowly. His lips felt similar to his own and the idea that there were at least a few common physical traits between them was appealing. His tongue continued as far as it could reach which, being Human it was considerably shorter than a Naerian's, wasn't much passed Nalz's front teeth. Jason's tongue explored the teeth more carefully after pressing his tongue against them a little too hard. All of his previous fantasies of Nalz giving him a blowjob suddenly became more scary than pleasing. Being in control Nalz broke the kiss once Jason finished his exploration, no longer feeling he could get enough air through his nostrils alone. Nalz's breathing was short and fast, his eyes closed from all distractions as he thrust into his hands and everything else that was touching his length. His increased his pace little by little; feeling Jason coming closer to climax from his shivering body, twitching hands and progressively louder noises. With Nalz's thrusting becoming more labored and less consistent Jason could tell the lizard was fast approaching climax. Jason knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer either. Nalz lowered his head and licked lightly at the base of Jason's throat, nibbling his skin carefully. Normally this action would have made Jason extremely nervous but right now he could care less, it only added to the pleasure. Jason was the first to reach orgasm, his body shuddering and back arching from the immense pleasure centered at his member. Nalz came shortly after with a drawn out reptilian hiss of ecstasy, his seed mixing in spots with the Human's on Jason's belly and chest. Their heads slowly cleared of the instinctual lust that had fogged their intelligent conscious. As if exploring something they had never seen before both males gathered a sample of the other's spunk between a thumb and finger, testing its viscosity. Jason noted that Naerian cum was slightly clearer and thinner than his own. Nalz observed Human semen to be cloudy and stickier than his. Still holding together their slightly softer members Nalz lowered his head until his snout was almost touching Jason's chest. Smiling to himself Nalz licked up some of their combined cum, sampling the mix over the various sections of taste buds. It was an odd combination. It held a slight sweetness from the glucose both contained yet it was dull and bland otherwise. While tasting their mixed fluids - as a wine taster takes the time to savor all of the different levels of flavor of their selected vintage - Nalz had come up with an idea, one he had talked of before but never tried; now was as good a time as any. Nalz straightened his posture so his smirking lips were level with Jason's. He pressed his lips to Jason's and waited for him to part them. Nalz had figured Jason would have an idea what he was going to do since the Human had been watching him the whole time. Still, Jason appeared surprised when the lizard slipped his slim tongue into the Human's mouth and let the fluid slide onto the Human's broad tongue. Nalz held kiss for only a few moments before sitting up with a grin to gauge Jason's reaction, swallowing what hadn't left his maw. Jason looked blankly at Nalz, concentrating on the taste. He grimaced slightly as he found it to be marginally bitter, overpowering what little sweetness he could detect. The combination of their fluids is what Jason hoped was the cause of the bitterness. His dreamt images of giving such a sexy creature head took a downward turn when the mental idea of being rewarded for his work with such distasteful cum was conjured. Nalz saw Jason's grimace and knew that the Human hadn't really liked the taste, not that he had so much either. Jason let out a sigh as he closed his eyes and relaxed his tense muscles. Lost in the suddenly appealing idea of sleep Jason didn't even bother to open his eyes when he felt Nalz climb off of him and replace the Human's boxers. He continued to feel the lizard shift through his soft bed, followed by the nearly inaudible but easily recognizable sound of clothing tossed to the floor. Moments later Nalz's head was resting under Jason's chin; a scaled thigh draped over his waist and a serpentine tail coiled down his left leg. Jason smiled behind his closed eyes and placed a hand on Nalz's back and head, rubbing his fingers through the multitude of pliable spikes on the back of the lizard's head. A queer feeling overcame Nalz, aroused as soon as Jason's hand tenderly rubbed through his spikes. He felt content for the first time since, well, he couldn't remember. Nalz shifted to get more comfortable and slid his upper arms around his Human's neck, bare scales against nearly bare flesh. "Jason," Nalz began in a soft exhausted tone. "Yes, lizard?" Nalz didn't know why but he liked being called 'lizard' by Jason. His tired mind decided against starting a conversion after further consideration. "Never mind, we'll talk tomorrow." His deep, raspy voice ended in a whisper as he snuggled into Jason's warm body. Jason rubbed Nalz's back idly, slowly falling asleep under the dismal illumination of his admittedly crappy lamp. It seemed strange to him that a carnivorous reptile that one of his older ancestors would have thought to be a dinosaur was sleeping soundly on his chest. Jason entertained the thought for another moment before settling his mind to sleep. **Section Three** The little corner café was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday morning, only two other tables had customers filling the seats. Nalz sat quietly across the table from Jason, swiveling his 12oz. cup of coffee along its base. Jason sipped from his cup of water as he scanned the latest newspaper for anything interesting. The beige top of Nalz's drink absorbed his attention, eventually able to balance the cup as it spun using only a single claw; the half empty beverage providing the perfect weight balance. "Bored?" Jason finally asked. "Thinking," Nalz replied flatly, staring at the dark brown ring around the plastic top. The cup swiveled until it stopped and stood still on the small round table. Nalz took a long sip of the drink, not having any preference for the taste beyond the warmth as it settled in his maw and throat, radiating to the rest of his body. "About?" The paper was refolded and set in the middle of the table where it had been found. Nalz lifted the cup to his lips again, finishing off the hot drink before setting the cup back down. The cup found itself swiveling for a few moments before falling over. "Damn," Nalz muttered, picking up the cup and tossing it into a nearby trashcan. "I've actually been meaning to talk to you about this but I haven't gotten up the courage to. "Since our first night together a few months ago this idea has been running through my mind and about a month and a half ago I finally acted on it. It took a bit of convincing and some throwing around of power but the arrangements were made and still stand. All that is left is your decision on the matter." Jason looked at the lizard, paying attention to nothing but his words. "First thing, what is this about 'power'?" Jason asked, crossing his arms on top of the cheap wood. Nalz sighed, realizing that he probably shouldn't have mentioned that. "Back on my home continent I am a war hero. Right now that is as much as I want to say." Jason nodded, "Fair enough. Second?" "Second. Second, I want you . . . to come with me when I go back." Nalz stared at the wood's pattern, imagining Jason's shocked face, preparing for the answer he didn't want and hoping for the one he wanted. "I have to think about." Nalz heard minutes later. 'Better than no,' Nalz thought to himself, corners of his lips curling into a nearly concealed smile. In the following days Nalz would hear the answer he'd been longing for from Jason's lips.

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Title: Race Life Pt. 7 by Foxi Hemi Tags: M/F, M/M, Relationships, racing Race Life Pt. 7 Gwen and I walked back to the kitchen, paw in paw. Jake and Ashley were nowhere to be found, so the two of us just took a seat on the stools again. I poured myself a mai tai, refilling Gwen's afterwards. We both took our drinks and walked around the house, admiring the different rooms on the first floor. "Allan! Lets go outside to the backyard! A place like this has to have a pool!" Gwen said very happily. She took my paw and led me to the large sliding door. She opened it and by doing so, it revealed a large pool, along with a hot tub. We hit the jack pot. "Oh my god! This is insane!" Screamed Gwen. "So, you guys found the pool I see!" Said Jake from behind. "This is amazing. I wanna get in the hot tub!" I replied. "Go for it. I'll bring some bottles out so we don't have to get out and go back in. If you want some boxers or something, I can ge-" "Jake, we'll just lose the clothes altogether!" I smirked. Ashley's voice arose, "That sounds like my kinda party!" Gwen and I stripped down while the other two went back in the house to get the bottle of whatever. Gwen was the first in, but I was right behind her. The water almost burned, but my body quickly grew accustomed to it. I slid next to Gwen, putting one of my arms around her, taking a large gulp from my glass. "Ahhhh, this is he life." I said to Gwen. "Oh I know. This feels wonderful. I just want to melt away. How's the drink coming along?" Finishing off the drink, I shook the glass in front of her snout. "I'm empty and that's a problem!" "Somebody say they're empty!" Yelled Ashley. I looked over my shoulder and I saw she had a bottle of something in each paw. Jake was behind her, carrying a handful up beer. Next to the tub was a stand that you could put shit on; in this case, our beverages. Both Jake and Ashley joined us in the hot tub, sinking low and drifting away to the warm water. "Not to be rude or anything," Gwen said, "but you guys still have clothes on..." "Oh we do! I'll take 'em off! Jake, lose the shirt and pants!" Demanded Ashley. Clothes came above the surface of the water. Discarding them to the side, we were all naked. I reached over for the table and grabbed whatever I could get in my paw; a bottle of rum. "Be careful there Al. That will knock ya on your ass! It is alright if I call you Al, right?" Jake said. "Hm, oh yeah. I can take the rum. You don't mind if I drink from the bottle? And to answer your other question, everybody calls me Al. So goooo for it!" "The bottle is all yours!" Jake yelled. For the next hour, the four of us talked about nearly everything and anything. From cars to women, men to life, we covered it all. Jake and I started to talk to one another while the girls did the same. Ashley was soon sitting right by Gwen, as if they were best friends. I moved closer to Jake and we started to talk about the race. "Sho how do ya's think you're gunna do?" Asked Jake, halfway drunk. "Shwell, I dunno jus' quite yet. I hope I do good. Is gooder a word? Yesh, I shink it is! Any whose! I qualified deeep in the back I shall think. I'll work me way up though!" I said, the rum taking ahold of me. I took another large gulp, the stuff now tasted like water! I put the bottle down on the edge of the tub and asked Jake, "Beer! Beer!" He turned around and got one, tossing at me. I reached for it, but my mind played tricks on me. The can fell in the tub, lost forever, or so I thought. "Fuuuuck! Common Al man!" "I'm shorry Jak! I'll go lookin' for her!" I scooted out of the seat and began to feel around for the can. My touch soon found Gwen's leg, she jumped in shock. "Shit! Al, you scared me! What the hell are you doing my shexy lil fox!" "Gwen, something terrible has happened. I've losht a beer. It's she end of da world!" I bellowed. Gwen and Ashley started to laugh their asses off. I gave them a dumbfounded look, but it soon wore off for I felt a can brush my inner thigh. I reached around, finally getting the beer. "No worries! The can is shmine!" "Way to go, you found it!" Gwen said, still laughing. I sank back to my seat, cracking the now semi-warm beer open. I let out a sigh and chugged the whole thing down. "Damn, thirsty?" Jake asked. "Shnot a clue my home skillet biscuit shlice!" "Very smoooooth my man." I threw the can away from the tub, grabbing the bottle of rum again. I slid right up to Jake, putting my arm around him. "Ya know, I shfeel like a fookin' pirate right now! Arrr me matey!" "Bahahahahaha!" Was all Jake let out. Once he calmed down, I spoke again, "Itsh weird how I jus met you, but we've having the time of our livesh right now! This is how you live!" "I'll drink to that brother! Now, give me a swig of shat pirate shit!" I passed him the bottle, just starring at Gwen. Her breasts were almost above the water, I was turned on. I looked over to Ashley and she leaned out to grab something. As she did, her chest was fully exposed. "Gahhhj, our women is hot!" I said to Jake. "Don't have to tell me twice. You wanna know something?" "Shure!" "Ash is bi. She'll make out with Gwen. Now that's hot." My eyes lit up like I just saw the heavens. I gave an evil smile and said aloud, "Ahem! Girls! I'll be glad to informs you shat you can now make out! Have ash it!" The girls gave me a blank look, but they soon looked at each other. Their snouts got closer and closer, until they finally met. At first, it was a small kiss, but after the first couple of pecks, the girls were all over each other. They both grasped each others heads, holding on for support. Their tongues dashed in and out of their mouths, begging to fight the other's tongue. Gwen started to moan softly, as Ashley climbed on top of Gwen. Jake and I couldn't see, so we scooted over until we were right by Gwen and Ashley. "Holy fuck this is great!" I said to myself. "I've got a raging boner right now!"'Jake stammered. Gwen's paws reached around Ashley's back, trying to find something to hold on. She then took her fur tight in her paws, letting out a high pitched moan. "Ohhh, fucking kiss me all over Ash!" Yelled Gwen. Their pace picked up rapidly. They were like to rabbits going at it. Ashley's paws moved lower, taking ahold of Gwen's breasts. One in each paw. A smile formed on both of their faces, but was soon replaced by more French kissing. My right paw moved down to my solid cock. I started to jerk off, nice and slow. I put my head back, this was absolutely fantastic. I stole a glance over to Jake and saw his right hand was under the water, doing the same as me. "Jake, this is.. crazy." I managed to get out. "Uhh, I know. You jerkin' it?" He asked. "You betch your ass I sham!" The bull got up and sat next to me. His hand sunk below the water and took ahold of my meat. I was going to say something, but I was just too horny and drunk to do anything about it. I reached over for his meat, and was shocked at the size. He seemed to be larger than Trip! The two of us started to pump each other off for a while, taking glances at the two girls. They switched places, so Gwen was now on top of the kitty cat. "Ahhhh, Jake. Rum." I managed to get out. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the nearly finished bottle. He handed it to me clumsily. I took it, leaned my head back and took a big sip from the bottle. I wiped my mouth and gave it back to Jake. He did the same, only he finished the bottle. He threw it in the air and the sound of a breaking bottle ensued. "Daaaamn! The rum is gone!" I said in a sorrow-filled tone. "You shtill have me..." Jake said kinkily. "Wha-" Was all I could get out. He put one hand on my chest, the other taking my chin and leading it to his face. He kissed me. I pulled back suddenly, confused at his action. "Jake, I ain't no girly girl." "I shknow. Just go with it." He leaned in again and gave another kiss. I didn't pull away as much this time, but felt awkward. He made another move, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I let it slide. Our lips locked as one, our slippery tongues fighting to gain control over one another. He suddenly broke the session, kissing my snout, moving down to my chest. I wanted more. "Oh my god. Fucking fuck this feels good!" I said, leaning my head back. I weakly looked over and saw that the two girls were watching us intently. A smile formed on my face and I motioned for them to come closer. Grouped around me, Gwen started to make out with me, as Ashley kissed my neck. I was in total bliss. Moans escaped all of our mouths. After a few more minutes, I suddenly felt overly hot. The water was definitely getting to me now. I almost felt sick. I didn't want to get up, I just wanted this to keep on going. I broke Gwen off from my face. "Baby, I gotta get out. I'm fucking hot as shit!" Ashley and Jake stopped kissing me and moved away so I could get out. I stood up and nearly toppled back over. I was super wasted. I barely managed to climb out, but was successful. I grabbed my dick and aimed for the grass, taking a wonderful, well-needed piss. "Ahhhh, this feels better." I said. "I'll join ya." Said Jake. He climbed out and joined me, relieving ourselves. "Well," I began, "how abouts we move dis partay to a bedrooom?" "Shounds good!" Jake replied. Climbing out of the hot tub, Jake and I helped the girls into the house. We stopped in he kitchen, I could barely tell what was up from down, my vision was shot. "Shink we can make it up say stairs?" Asked Jake. "Boys, you's got it! Escort us up to the fucking room please!" Shout out Ashley. Very slowly we made our way up the stairs, using the side railing for the much needed support. At the top of the stairs finally, you could either go left or right. We went right. It was a large hallway that seemed to go on and on forever, but it was just because we were no longer sober. The last room on the left was our destination. Entering the room, I couldn't believe how big the bed was. "Yay!" Screamed the girls. They ran to the bed, laughing hysterically as they jumped on it. Their naked bodies was a sight to behold. Gwen's white fur mixed with Ashley's blonde fur, just pure sex. Jake and I stumbled to the bed, eventually reaching the king sized bed. The two of us crashed right in the middle. The girls came up and started to wrestle with us. I pinned Gwen under me, as did Jake with Ashley. I saw the lust in Gwen's eyes. She wanted it. Bad. So did I and I was going to give it to her. My vision wandered from one direction to the other. I could barely concentrate as of right now. I fought the dizziness and shoved my tongue into Gwen's mouth. She didn't fight back. I started to rub her naked body with my paws, from top to bottom as my tongue had its way with her. My paws slipped lower and lower, until I reached my target. Her pussy. I rubbed back and forth, moans jutting out of her mouth. I took my tongue out and playfully bit her neck. "Ohhhh, I want you to fuck me now!" Gwen demanded, her eyes shut. I kept rubbing her clit back and forth, but I wanted more. I slowly inserted one of my K9 digits into her opening. She tensed up for a quick second, but she loosened up as I slowly fingered her insides. My pace picked up, as did the number of toes on my paws. First one, two, and then three. She rocked her hips back and forth to match my rhythm, almost nearly shoving my whole paw in. "Gahh, Allan!" Screamed Gwen. She let loose her female juices in an orgasm that made me feel as if I were a God. I withdrew what was in her, my paw wet. I started to lick my paw clean, but was interrupted by Jake. "Taste good?" He asked. I nodded my head in the 'yes' motion. "You put on quite the show, you made Ashley wet herself by just looking at the two of you!" "I'm that good, what can I say?" I said in a cocky voice. "Well, lets fuck these bitches like there's no tomorrow!" Yelled Jake. I looked back at Gwen and leaned close to her ear, "Ready for some meat?" "Please." Was all she could get out. I was already rock solid, so I didn't need any more coaxing. I grabbed ahold of my cock, lining it up to the entrance of Gwen's pussy. I heard a loud moan from behind me, Jake shoved his tool right up the cat's basement, putting her over edge. "Gwen, you want it soft or rough?" I asked. "Rough. Make me scream!" I grabbed her waist with my paws for leverage as the tip of my cock was in, and shoved, hard. My whole girth entered her instantly, her pathway already wet from the previous finger session. "Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Fuuuuck me!" Screamed Gwen. I pulled almost all the way back out, but not quite, and entered her in full speed again, my balls slapping her lower ass. I did this only a couple of times, as I wanted to be in her more. I shoved as deep as I could, my knot know engulfed by her wet pussy. I pulled back as much as I could, stretching her insides. "Allan! Just fucking fuck me right now! Teasing... later..." Gwen trailed off. Quick thrusts was the game. I went back and forth as fast as I could, the bed shaking from side to side. Jake must have noticed because her picked up his pace. The bed now felt as if it were going to fall apart. It was moving in every direction possible. The girls began to moan and yell, as Jake and I grunted from the pleasure. My knob felt as if it were on fire, I wanted to let loose, bit I wanted to hold out longer at the same time. I slowed my fucking pace down, letting Gwen catch her breathe. She must of let loose again because it felt as if my dick was submerged in partial water. "Gwen, get up. We're doing it in another position." I demanded. "Oh my god, just finish me here. Your knot isn't going anywhere. Now fuck me some more!" She was right. I totally forgot about the whole knot thing. But an idea popped into my drunken mind. "Gwen, lets change spots, you go on top and I go on bottom." Slowly and carefully, we rotated our bodies so that I was now on the bottom and she was know on top. "Ride me like a fucking cowboy!" I told her. She gave me a smile of the devil. She was in control now. She bucked her hips back and forth, getting used to the new position. She soon had a good rhythm, working my member in every direction. I grabbed ahold of her breasts for support, I was going to need it. Instantly, it's like she hit the overdrive switch because she rode me like I was a fucking stallion. Up and down, up and down. Her motion was quick and swift. She couldn't go too far up because my knot was still in her, but she got some air nonetheless! "Ride me like I've been a bad boy!" I said, slamming my head back on the bed. My head rolled from side to side, my eyes barely open. I looked over to my left and saw that Ashley was covered in bull cum between her legs. She just laid there, watching Gwen and I. She gave me a small smile and crawled over to my face. "Having a good time? It looks like it. Gwen's riding the fuck out of you!" I couldn't even speak, it was too much. My paws lowered from Gwen's breasts down to her waist. I wanted to shove her up and back down again. As I did this, Jake approached me from the other side. Lust was still in his eyes, as was it in Ashley's. At the same time, they both kissed me on the cheek. Ashley then worked her way down to my chest and stomach, licking the sweat off of my white underside. Jake continued to kiss my face, snout, and then moved in for the mouth. I was the center of attention. Fabulous. Gwen kept bucking, Ashley kept licking, and Jake kept shoving his tongue around my mouth. I couldn't believe I hadn't cum yet. I was holding out pretty good. Just as I though of it, I felt my cock start to swell. This was it. Her inner walls wrapped around my member, clutching it to milk me of my seed. Gwen let loose more moans of pleasure, she knew what was coming. I took my paw and gently shoved Jake from my face. "Imma cum big boy!" "Good!" He latched back on, not wanting to break free. I didn't argue with that. I clenched his chest tight, my moans of pleasure being muffled out. I couldn't hold out any longer. I shot my load in Gwen. "Allan!" Gwen moaned, pushing down hard, making sure not to let any of my cum escape her. I shot what seemed like jets of cum, never-ending. I still held on to Jake, I didn't want to let him go. Biting my lower lip, he withdrew from my mouth. Gwen collapsed on my chest, completely spent. Jake was on my left, Ashley on my right, and Gwen on top. I felt so warm and cozy. My cock shrunk, the knot falling out. Gwen made a sudden jerk and noise, but that was all she could muster. A stream of semen followed after, leaking onto my things and ball sack. In a weird way it felt good. "Wha time is it?" I said aloud. "Midnight." Jake replied. "So we still have time for another session." I said greedily. "I think the girls are spent, ever taken it up the ass before?" He asked. "Nuh uh. Hurt?" "I wouldn't know. I wouldn't mind to find out..." Jake said in a curious tone. "Whose receiving?" I asked. "Obviously you. I'm bigger, I should be on top. You're just a little fox." "Hmm, maybe later. Lets just rest like this for a bit." Visions popped in my head. I was still horny and Jake turned the heat up even more. For the next half hour, I rested on the dirty bed with the others. My mind became clearer, the effects of the alcohol wearing off. Gwen rolled off of me, curling up against Ashley for warmth. I saw this as a chance to take a piss. Crawling off the bed, I held on the wall for support. I wasn't completely in pristine condition for walking. I exited the room and looked down the hallway. I wondered where the bathroom was. It would surely have to be on the left or right of the hallway. Stumbling along, I noticed the second room to my right was the bathroom. I hurried in, shutting the door behind me. I lifted the toilet seat and sat down, emptying my bladder. My eyes closed as if I were in a trance. My head drooped low, I was about to fall asleep on the toilet when I heard a knock. Instantly, I snapped out of the spell of sleep. Jake's voice outside said, "You alright?" "Yeah." I replied half asleep. I stood up, flushed, and washed my hands. In the mirror I noticed my fur was all tweaked in different directions, my sleep-depressed eyes groggy. Splashing cold water on my face, I felt more awake. My paw turned the knob of the door and I was greeted by Jake. He was leaning on the wall, cross-armed with no clothes. "Hey." I managed to get out. "Hey. Feel better?" "Lil bit." Jake said with a sly smile, "Good. Lets go to my room really quick." "What for?" "Fun." He slapped my bare ass hard, making me jump slightly. He led me down the other end of the hallway, past the stairs. We entered the first room on our right. The room was a decent size, not too big, nor too small. The walls were painted in a midnight blue with different posters littering the walls, from cars, sports, bands, and women. In the corner by the window sat a king sized bed, the sheets perfectly made. "So I'm assuming the other room is a guest room?" I asked. "Yes. How you like my space?" "It's good." I said in a tired voice. I was having a hard time concentrating. I just wanted some sleep yet in the back of my mind I wanted some more sex. Sex always wins. Jake walked back to me, going around to my back, grabbing my bushy tail as he did. It sent the shivers through my body. I was officially awake. My butt in his hands, he pushed me to the bed, shoving me down as I reached it. I quickly turned around and saw the devious look in the bull's eyes. His cock slipped out of its sheath, growing quickly. "Um, I don't know if I want to do this..." I trailed off. "Sure you do. We'll take it slow." "I dunno..." I said nervously. Jake climbed on top of me, saying, "Don't you worry my fox man. I've got you covered." "Tha-" He cut me off, slipping his tongue in my mouth. It still felt plain awkward. Not right, not wrong. I pushed him off, "Look, I'm tired and I'm not up for this yet. You're too big and I know it's going to hurt." "Allan, just relax. We're not even doing anything." I relaxed some more, leaning my head off to the side so he had a clear view of my neck. "If only I was a K9. I'd have a good pair of teeth to bite ya!" Jake said aloud. His tongue licked my neck at first, but it soon turned into passionate kisses. He followed my white underbelly, from my neck to my chest. He licked my hard nipples, getting me even more aroused. Meanwhile, his hands grabbed my waist. I felt his hard cock rub against my lower abdomen, sometimes grazing my sheath, which contained a hard member. His kissing picked up, as did my breathing. My loose paws soon found themselves running through Jake's silky fur. It was so soft, I just wanted to rub my face in it. I did just that. I lifted my head up and ran my snout through his chest. My nose picked up the scent of sweat and sex. "Like what you feel?" Asked Jake. I got in a small "Yes" before Jake's hands moved from my waist to my ass cheeks, taking ahold of them. He lifted my rear end up and I felt pressure on my rear. "Jake, wait. Please." I said seriously. "We've gone too far. I've released some pre so I'll lube you up." Jake said, his head still on my lower stomach. I felt scared. I didn't really want it but at the same time I did. I moved under him, trying to get free. He was too big. There was no way I was going to shove him off of me. "Jake!" I said louder this time. "Back the fuck up. I'll tell you when I'm ready." He raised his head, his eyes locking with mine. He had a neutral facial expression. "What's wrong? It won't hurt THAT bad!" He stammered. "Says the guy with a huge dick. I don't want it. I'm not feeling it right now and I feel a little guilty." "Guilty?" He asked, confused. "Yeah, guilty. There's Gwen." "Hey man, she basically gave you the OK to fuck me or Ashley!" He retorted in a smart ass voice. "It's not just Gwen." I said shyly. "So there's someone else? Another guy?" "No. Well... maybe. I don't know. He's one of my best friends and he likes me. He really likes me. I just think if I were to do something like this for the first time, it should be with him." I was right. This wasn't fare for Trip or anyone else. Not even Gwen. I wanted this bull off of me. Now. "Hmph, I see. Touching really. I'll respect that. The only problem is that you got me all excited..." "Thanks Jake. And I'm sorry. You could always just jerk it." "Yeah. Well, imma do that. Right on you. It's the least you could allow me to do." "Fine. Hurry up. I'm tired." Still on top of me, his left hand reached for his member and he worked it at a good pace. Moans escaped his mouth, beads of sweat rolling down from his eyebrow. It was actually hot. I soon found my right paw reaching for my cock. Escaping the sheath, I started to whack it right with Jake. "This... is... hot Allan." Jake's nuts started to bounce off of mine. That was it, I had to cum. Jake must have been on the same page because he unloaded on my chest, as I did the same on his. Afterwards, we panted, sweaty and hot. Jake climbed off of me, rolling over onto his back. "Ugh, that felt good!" Jake said half-heartedly. "You got that right. Thanks for understanding." "No problem. Need a shower?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm covered in cum. I feel sticky!" "Hahaha. Yeah, that happens when you release. Well, you know where the bathroom is." The two of us got up and walked out. We reached the bathroom and stopped. "Thanks for the party and all. It was a blast. As was all of the sex n' stuff." I said softly. "Always is." I noticed there was a strand of semen on Jake's upper chest. I leaned in, extending my tongue, and licked it up, giving him an evil grin. That was my token of gratitude. I turned around and went in the bathroom, turning the water on to warm up. Once semi-hot, I stepped in and grabbed some soap, scrubbing vigorously to rid of the mixture of male fluids. Satisfied, I stepped out and dried off. I walked back to the guest room and found Ashley and Jake making out. Gwen was out on the other end of the bed. "Oh, hey Al. Just take Gwen to Jake's room. The two of you can sleep there." Ashley said, a little embarrassed. "Thanks." Standing over Gwen, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her back to Jake's room. Entering, I accidentally bonked her head on the side of the door. "Oh shit. I'm sorry baby." It didn't even faze Gwen, she was still rock tired. I put her on the bed and climbed in next to her. I pulled some blankets over us and I soon dozed off, my head resting on her chest.

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Title: "The Ilot" Chapter 2 by Glamring Tags: Husky, Love, Story, Story Series **Chapter 2** Atoma The train came to a smooth stop following a torrent of steam blasting from the locomotive. The young husky was out of his seat before his father was, anxious to explore the city. " come ooooon daaad!" he insisted. The older husky slowly got to his feet, gathered his things, checking himself in a mirror near the door, and proceeded to the out of their cabin to the exit at the front of their car. As the two stepped off the train onto the platform, the young ones eyes lite up with excitement. He quickly realized why it's so often called the Sky Kingdom. Although the platform was fairly simple. There were a few ticket booths, seating for waiting passengers and a small food stand with a short attendant selling lunch specials to hungry travelers. Beyond that however, is what really interested the husky. The buildings beside the train terminal were absolutely enormous. They reached high into the sky like arms feeling for the clouds. Each one was elaborately decorated with gold, marble and any other precious materials you could think of. The tops of each building were adorned with either massive sky scraping spires or statues, set to elaborate poses that were reaching skyward into dizzying heights. Nothing the husky had ever seen came close to this city's majesty. His family was wealthy by all means but what the dragons had built was beyond wealth. He had not noticed that he was still blocking the exit to the train with his jaw agape when he was suddenly brought back to reality by a jolt. His father was tugged his hand forward towards a group of large armored figures quickly approaching them. He quickly began to follow. The city was so breathtaking, the young husky had failed to notice a procession of 8 of their own guards having formed ranks around their positions including a few Advisers following loosely behind. No doubt they were trying their best to appear more important and involved than they really were. The husky never liked the Bureaucracy of his republic but his father never the less instilled the values and importance of the it and how easy it would be for it to fall into anarchy as in the ancient days. As the two conclaves met, the husky stared up at the faces of the black Guards. They were all identically dressed, each were tall wearing flat black armor with each plate having complex designs etched into them in gold. They all wore a long black cape and a gold pommeled sword hung by their waists. "They were dragons!" The husky thought. Yes he had seem them before in his home city of Meridias but most never ventured past their domain. To see one in such a striking sense of authority and up close left the huskies jaw open. Again. Receiving another nudge from Alamar, he quickly regained his composer. The black guards halted in front of the Prime ministers group and stared for a moment, the largest of the dragons, wearing a red seal on his chest stepped forward in front of Aurik. "Well good morning Azgar. Tiberius sends his best assassin I see" the older husky said with as much smugness and contempt as he could muster. " That's King Tiberius prime minister Aurik. And perhaps another time, The king has ordered us to escort you to the palace personally" replied Azgar, speaking in a highly conceded voice. " tell the Tiberius thanks but as you can plainly see, I have my own protection." started Aurik but was quickly interrupted by the lead guard. "the king!.....request that you have additional protection...in these times of trouble prime minister" the guard stumbling on his words looking as if he said them louder than he intended. Aurik considered this for a moment before nodding his head, " fine then dragon, lead the way..." Azgar stared for a moment, swaying slightly on his heals, hand on his pommel, he looked as if he would like nothing more than to trade words with Aurik but alas his long year of service and training told him otherwise. Nodding his head, he turned and waved the other guards behind him who immediately took up outer flanking positional on either side of the group. After an uneasy look from Alamar, the minister spoke. "lets go". They began to escort them towards a set of high arches at the far end of the terminal. Even though the prime minister felt the extra security was unnecessary, he very well knew the way. It did however make the trip go a bit smoother, owing to the fact that anyone who caught site of the black guard quickly removed themselves from their paths all while staring at the procession. The young husky thought this was all a bit odd, but enjoyed the attention anyway. They were passing through the high arched gates that led to the street. Although the husky was right in his assumption about the street, he however was misinformed about how the dragons lived. On the far side of the arches, waiting in a cobblestone street was a large black and gold carriage pulled by a team of 4 large white feral horses. He was yet again stunned by the elaborate design. It was an oblong shape, built with many vertical ribs around the main chassis. The door was open and the driver was standing next to it deploying a set of golden steps. The husky looked up at his father, looking for some sign of surprise, but astonishingly, his father looked rather uninterested. Aurik had been to the city many times before so logically he was well used to such treatment. Besides, he had his thoughts dedicated to the more important events that were to take place later today. The husky tried to recall all the information about the city he could but never in all the story's his father use to tell him, could he ever recall him talking about such a fantastic reception. There was a smaller black carriage behind the first, assuming this was for the rest of his government group. It was still very nice but paled in comparison to the first. As he, his farther and Alamar loaded up on to the first carriage, he expected more of their group to join them considering this carriage could hold at least 10 occupants. But oddly the rest were redirected onto the smaller carriage. This as he saw, dint seem to bother his father so he dint take any worry of it. He saw the rest of the dragon guard mount up on horses positioned around the carriage. By this time there was a bit of a crowed of curious onlookers forming around them, however they did keep a respectable distance from the black guards. The door was closed, the driver took his position and the lead dragon guard approached on his horse and had words with the driver. The husky looked around at the inside of the carriage. It was large and spacious, filled with lots of soft black leather and precious metals all shined to have a gleaming reflective surface. Aurik yawned and gave a meaningful look at Alamar. "After we get to the palace, you are to stay with my son until I return, me and the king have to speak privately." The the tall wolf nodded, smiling at the young one and responded in a respectful tone " yes prime minister, I won't let him out of my sight." The young husky tried to return the friendly gesture but was thrown back into his seat with a jerk as their procession had began to move. He could hear the black guard calling out threats to anyone who may have had the misfortune to be standing in their paths. As in the train, the husky quickly pressed his nose against the window nearest too him and stared out in amazement. "wooooww" he said slowly looking out seeing more of the impressive buildings that inhabited the inner rings of the city. Tall ones with spires, short ones covered in beautiful flowers. Some building were as square as a piece of parchment others curved upwards into exciting twist and angles. All appearing very purposeful and important, even the ones that look to be homes were still more extravagant than any in his own city. Being dazzled by the extravagant buildings, he failed to notice the locals walking through the streets. They were all going about there daily business, some carrying food, others bartering at road side marketplaces for meats or wares. *They must be in the market district* he thought. He had never seen so many Sky'var at one time, each one having varying colors of scales. There were red ones, green ones, white ones, black and yellow ones, some had long curved horns, others had short multiple horns. Some would have a single spine staring on their forehead and repeating down the center of there head all the way till the tip of their tail. Some were garbed in fine silks, others dressed for business. Nearly all of them had fine metals wrapped around there long tails or precious stones hung off their horns. People here truly dressed to impress. He suddenly felt under dressed for the occasion, even though he had his best shirts and pants on. It was his favorite outfits, one he wore to the many formal occasions he was expected to attend with his father. Aurik's opposition always said that bringing his son to so many public events was an attempt to make the prime minister look more family oriented but the truth was, the public light always made him feel uneasy and because his wife died long before he was in office, his son was the only comfort he had. The young boy noticed Alamar had motioned for his attention. "Take a look at this" he said with a smile. Without thinking twice, he shot excitedly across the carriages to the opposite window just in time to see down an intersecting street. What he saw was huge a greenVar'yern, rearing back with several handlers trying their best to restrain the poor beast. He just had time to see one of the handlers get kicked clear across the street by the dragons powerful rear legs before the next building hid them from view. "whoa!" he said again in astonishment. "pretty cool huh?" smiled Alamar " ya....." for a moment, he thought about asking his father if they could get one but he knew he would never have a dragon in his home, his father despised them. He slowly returned to his seat thinking about what he would do if he had is own full grown Var'yern as his pet. Thoughts of seared furniture and irritated capital house maids ruined the image though. He looked up as he resumed his seat just in time to catch a glimpse of a group of dragons his age, running through the streets. " huh, I've never seen their young before." he said " take a good look because its likely to be the only place you will ever see them." said Aurik "why is that?" questioned his son. His father took a moment to answer. "Because all dragons send their young to this city after birth for education. They are forbidden to leave the city until they are of age." Aurik explained. He imagined for a moment what it would have been like to have never left his home city. What a terrible prospect he thought, and then considered how much he would miss the outlying lands of his country. But then again, looking around at the extravagant city, this one might be worth it. They continued on into the inner circles of the city, climbing slowly towards the city center. Looking up at the taller buildings, he asked his father. "how do they build these things up so high dad?" "they don't" he said retrieving his book from a briefcase he carried and attempting to working out where he had left previously. The boy stared for a moment with a confused look on his face. He waited for a moment but when no suitable answer, came he asked again. "then how did they build it?" His father sighed, looking up for a moment, then returned to his reading before answering. "they dint build them up, they carved them down out of the top of the mountain" He looked quickly back out the window trying to wrap his mind around the concept as Alamar cut in. Alamar had noticed the prime minister was in no mood to explain with the his thoughts focused on the upcoming meeting. He always got a little grumpy before important events like today. "that's right. Long ago, this was a remote mountain in the middle of Brabus mountain range before the dragons began carving into it. From the summit down they labored over the coarse of centuries. It went though many stages of development before arriving at it's current depth." That explained it thought the husky, now that Alamar had mentioned it. He did notice that the sides of the buildings, previously thought to have been decremental flourishes in the construction, were actually natural veins of raw material exposed to the surface after they were carved out of the mountain. Finally after winding it's way between two of the larger buildings that appeared to be some type of textile market, the palace came into view. The palace appeared to be built in much the same fashion as the other buildings, tall, eccentrically fashioned and unreasonably large. Their were two buildings stretching like arms out from a central hall with a tall steeple cathedral in the center. The front facade was U shaped and was lined with many windows. Just behind the cathedral center piece was a tower that rose high above any of the other buildings in the city. The height from it's base wasn't any taller than any other building but because it was at the highest point of the city, it rose well above the others. There were many high windows, some open, others filled with extravagant stain glass murals that depicted events most likely from the empires long history. At the front was two large wooden doors wreathed in gold, each with a seal facing each other matching that of the seal on Azgar's chest. The emblems that he could see much better now looked like a large s, with horns on either end, and a smaller S in the center. Surrounding the large palace was a tall marble wall, not unlike the outside wall. It has one central gate that was heavily guarded with 2 Guards on either side. The gate was black iron, cast into cured shapes. The gates were opened as they approached and into the Palace ground they entered. The front of the palace was large colorful gardens with a circular fountain in the middle big enough to submerse the entire carriage in. They followed a road that lead around the center fountain too the palace entrance, it curved back around to meet up with the main gates. The carriage finally came to a halt in front of an expansive set of marble steps that lead up to the front doors. The carriage shifted slightly as the driver climbed down, deployed the golden steps and opened the door. The prime minister was the first out, followed by his son, then Alamar who looked around nervously. "Alamar, now that we are safely inside the palace walls, we are well safe. Send my guards out side of the palace grounds to the Republic Embassy.... Oh and take the aids as well." Aurik said. "yes minister" Alamar said, then relaying the commands back to his 8 guards who formed a block around the government aids who looked a bit put off not being allowed into the palace, but complied anyway, And so they headed towards the main gates. Aurik turned and headed up the stairs, followed by his son and Alamar. The front doors opened slowly as they approached and alas, they entered.

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Title: Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 04 Tags: asian coed, sister, master, slut *(If you haven't already, please read **Matt and Lisa at School -- Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3**. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in **A Family New Year's Eve.**)* \* The slow cab ride back from the pool hall to the apartment was almost painful for the three roommates crowded together in the back seat. They couldn't keep their hands or their lips off of each other, much to the chagrin of the tough-looking, middle-aged African-American woman driving the cab. When they were stopped at a red light, Margie peeled Lisa's dress down, exposing her pert 34B breast and her swollen pink nipple. The lighter, triangular area defined the shape of her bikini top and highlighted the dusky pink bud in the center. The driver, after seeing Lisa exposed in her rear-view mirror, turned around with a frown. "What you doin' back there? Sure...you cute, honey." she smiled at Lisa, "but why in my cab, darlin'? Can't you all wait but a few minutes?" Matt couldn't help himself. He turned his sister towards him and dropped his mouth on to her breast, sucking the rubbery tip between his lips. The driver gasped at the brazen action of the young white boy. But before she could say anything, the light changed and she started to drive. Margie leaned over the front seat and tapped the driver on the shoulder. "Don't worry about them, Ma'am," she said with a soft chuckle. "He's her brother...he'll watch out for her." "Lord preserve us all," the driver said as she looked heavenward. "I've seen a lot of things in my cab, honey," she'd caught Margie's eye and then looked in her mirror again. Matt was licking his older sister's breast, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. "Those two pretty hot, hmm? Really brother and sister?" Margie nodded as she watched her *Master* and her lover getting more and more excited as they got closer to home "Mmmm, mmmm! Well if you say so, darlin'. I guess they come from a close-knit family, huh?" The cab pulled up in front of their apartment as Margie covered Lisa's breast with her dress and Matt pulled a bill out of his wallet to cover their ride and a very generous tip. "You wouldn't believe how close-knit our family is, Ma'am," Matt handed the bill to the driver. "Thank you, Ma'am...I don't need any change back, no." He started to climb out the door after Margie and his sister. The driver grabbed his hand as it lay across the top of the front seat. "Well, your parents raised you to be polite, young man...I know you can't be all bad." She smiled at him. "You take care of her now." Matt shut the door and she drove off down the street. Lisa and Margie wrapped their arms around Matt's waist as the trio strolled into their building. Once in the apartment, Matt took the two baggies of his new sales supply and put it safely away in his room, knowing he would call Winston the next day and they would strategize a new distribution scheme along with Maurice's help. The third bag, the one Margie had wagered for, sat on Matt's desk as he changed out of his suit into an old, comfortable pair of cut-off sweat pants. He set the music menu on his computer and when he was ready, he sat down at his desk, opened the bag and rolled a thin joint. As he lit the end, he punched a number on his cell phone. He took a hit as he heard a distinctive ring from upstairs. Margie knew the ring as soon as she heard it. "Yes, *Master*?" she answered. "How may I serve you?" Her voice was whispery soft, the lilting Chinese accent sounded so hot. Matt exhaled slowly, surprised by the sweet, heavy taste of the potent smoke. It had been a long time since he had smoked anything of this quality and the effects were both extreme and instantaneous. "Come down here...bring a pitcher of ice water and glasses. I need to thank you." Matt closed his phone and took another hit of the joint before he carefully snuffed it out in an ashtray. "Lisa? You in your room, baby?" He didn't have to raise his voice as his older sister's bedroom was right next to his; the doors from each of their rooms to the shared bathroom were open and he could hear her moving around. He looked up when his sister entered his room and just like on that magical New Year's night, she simply took his breath away. The soft lights played off her tanned flesh, still slick with the sheen of sweat and good sex. He loved the way that her nipples were highlighted by the pale triangles on her rounded breasts left from her tanning bikini. He needed that ice water -- his mouth was parched and he was unconsciously licking his lips as his eyes moved over her exposed flesh. His breathing grew shallow as his eyes locked on to the third pale triangle caused by her tiny suit. Still plump and swollen from her earlier activities, Matt thought his sister's cunt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. As Lisa crossed to her brother, an equally naked Margie followed her into Matt's room carrying the water pitcher from the refrigerator and three glasses. Setting the glasses down on the dresser, the beautiful Asian coed tilted her head causing her long black hair to fall over her perfect tits and highlight her stiff nipples. She filled the glasses with the most graceful movement of hand and arm and then set the pitcher down. Again, Matt felt in awe of the gift that *Yuan Mai Ling* had given him -- all of her self... her love completely...to be *his*. She took a glass in each hand and gave one to the brother and one to the sister. Handing them over, she kissed each of them lightly on the lips, whispering her love to both of them. Matt took a much-needed drink of water and then sat down in the swivel chair in front of his computer. He lit the joint in the ashtray and took another hit before passing it on to Margie. After she took the joint from his hand and took a small hit, Matt pressed his lips to his sister's and slowly exhaled the powerful smoke into her mouth. He motioned to both girls to hold the smoke deep as long as they could. And as the smoke started to escape their lips, all three were smiling at each other, the girls standing together in front of the luckiest freshman on campus. He looked at Margie and once again marveled at how much she looked like a Chinese version of his older sister. Their physical measurements were almost identical -- both of them were perfect in every way. "You were very smart tonight, Mai Ling." A deep blush only made her neck and cheeks more beautiful. "I was so proud of you...using what I have tried to teach you." Margie was so excited by her *Master's* unexpected words of praise. The rush she felt was as dizzying as the potent dope she was smoking. *It made her sooo wet!* He took the joint out of her fingers and pulled the outrageously cute coed down on his knee. Inhaling the last of the thick, sweet smoke, Matt kissed his sister and gave her the smoke as he exhaled. Then he turned to Margie. "I told you I needed to thank you. Know why?" Margie grinned back. "I think we are smoking the reason, Matt." She moved her head slowly to the left and then the right. Her hair was like a black shimmering waterfall rushing down over her breasts, separating around her hardened nipples. It was difficult to draw his eyes away but he did. "That's certainly part of it, baby... knowing that a dealer would keep his best stuff for himself...but there was more." Margie tried to ask but nothing came out of her mouth. Lisa had sunk to the floor between her girlfriend's legs and her tongue was buried between Margie's swollen labia. Matt gently pulled his sister back, eliciting a groan from both girls. "Tell her, Lisa...why are we so proud of our China Doll?" He bent forward and took her fat nipple in his mouth. Covering his teeth with his lips, he started chewing on the rubbery tip. Margie was going crazy as Lisa substituted two fingers for her tongue inside Margie's cunt. Lisa straightened enough to bring her face even with Margie's. They both leaned into the kiss at the same time...all three seemed to be operating on the same wavelength. All of the lust and passion that she was feeling came out in Lisa's deep, throaty voice. "Two reasons, baby..." she looked directly into the black pools of Margie's almond-shaped eyes, "first, you chose to listen to Matt and me about black men, ignoring the old stories." Another deep flush colored Margie's golden skin as she thought again about what had happened earlier that night. "Oh my God!" Margie cried, her voice pitching higher. "I'm so glad that I did...I mean...Oh my..." She looked at Matt, scared for a moment that he would be unhappy with her, but he was smiling and enjoying her reaction. "We knew you would be, baby..." Lisa continued, "but the second reason is really the one Matt was talking about." Matt sat back and looked at his sister and then nodded his head for her to continue. "Margie, think about it, baby. How did my brother describe us -- you and me -- in his words and his actions tonight?" Margie looked at Lisa and then turned to Matt. She thought for a minute and then turned back to Lisa. "Whores." She started to smile as she started to understand. "We were his whores. He used us to *seal the deal*. We were his possessions." She slid a finger through her wet slit. Lisa smiled back at her Asian lover. "You are absolutely right, my love." Margie's skin flashed with Lisa's words; her nipples grew even longer and her cunt grew wetter. "We were the lowest of the low." Margie nodded at Lisa again. "Tell me, baby...tell us both..." Lisa's voice dropped again, "was there ever a minute...outside of having huge orgasms...that you did not feel like you were in complete control?" Margie's eyes opened as far as they could as she gasped, drawing in air. "Oh, I know!" She started to bounce her taut ass on Matt's thigh. "God, Lis'," she shrieked, "that's what made the sex so good! They thought it was all about them..." her whole face began to smile, "but the whole time...it was all about us...it was so cool!" The two girls met in a torrid kiss. Matt took the opportunity to stick several fingers into each of their pussies and gently circle their clits with his thumbs. "That's right, babe. It's a couple of things all mixed together." Both girls were moaning into each others' mouth as Matt fingered both of them deeper and deeper. "There's attitude in there along with some incredibly cute pussy power." He smiled when he heard one of them giggling softly. "But mostly," he said with a sudden seriousness, "it's recognizing and understanding who has the real power in a dominant / submissive relationship." Lisa pulled back and looked at her brother, lust pouring out of her dark brown eyes. Then she looked at Margie. "It was like...you just knew...that was pretty cool, baby. You haven't been at this stuff too long." Both girls reacted to Matt's thumbs as they circled ever closer to their engorged clits. It was hard for Lisa to speak, but she continued. "But when you used it...when *the whore* reeled in the mark and set the terms for the bet... sticking it to the big man... baby that was unbelievable." Lisa and Margie met again -- lip to lip and tongue to tongue -- as Matt brought them to climax with his fingers. He watched his two lovers kiss for a moment and then drew them apart. "Lisa," he said, "go call Mom and Dad. If they're up, tell them to turn their webcam on and IM me." He watched her walk away, swiveling her gorgeous ass before she turned into her room. Smiling up at the beauty perched on his thigh, he asked Margie how he could thank her properly. "Your wish is my command, my darling," he said. Her almond-shaped eyes opened wide as she considered the possibilities. Margie looked around his room as she thought through her choices. Lisa came back in with a smile on her face. "They were in bed, Matty. Mom's gonna IM you in a minute." She noticed the strange look on Margie's face. "What did I miss? What did you say to her, Matt?" Matt brought his laptop to life as he answered his sister. "I asked how she would like to be thanked her for her fine work earlier this evening." He kissed Lisa the way brothers are never supposed to kiss their sisters. "I said her wish was my command." Lisa gasped when she heard her brother. She looked at Margie who nodded in response to her silent question. Before she could say anything, the computer signaled an incoming message. Margie stood up next to Lisa as Matt swiveled around towards his desk and clicked on the video chat window. "What a lovely surprise, darlings!" Laurie's voice came from the computer speakers. The window on the monitor showed a close-up of her beautiful face. Lisa pushed over Matt's shoulder. "You cut your hair again, Mom...it's so cute...God, it's so short." Their mother laughed at her daughter's comments. "Funny as it seems, the shorter I cut my hair..." she paused for a moment. "Hey guys, who all is there?" Matt clicked on the 'zoom out' button until he could see himself and the girls over his shoulders in the little monitor window. "Just us chickens, Mom," he said. "Lisa's right... your haircut is really hot." "Thanks, honey." Laurie zoomed her webcam back as well, revealing her full, rounded breasts and then her husband at her side. "Like I was saying, the shorter I cut it, the longer your father seems to get." She pulled him closer until his hard cock was exposed to the camera. "Oooh, Daddy," Lisa moaned, "you're looking very tasty tonight." "Hi, sweetie," Steven greeted his daughter, "we were just talking about all of you. Yes, all of you, *Mai Ling*." Margie giggled, but they all knew she loved being included as part of the family. "What's up, Pop?" Matt asked for all of them. "Nothing, really. We've just been...missing you guys...and wondering when a good time would be to...come and visit." Matt and girls were staring at his monitor, watching their mother's head bobbing back and forth over their father's hard cock. The slow speed of the video, combined with the position of the camera - their father's head was missing - made for a very surreal image. "Mom," Matt interrupted, "do you have your monitor window on? Can you see what we're seeing?" Laurie let her husband's cock slip out of her mouth and looked at her monitor. "Of course, Matty. Why do you ask?" "Just a real interesting view is all, Mom. Dad isn't all there, if you get my drift." Laurie zoomed her camera in until her head and shoulders filled the frame. Then she brought Steven's hard-on into view. "Right now, children..." she drew her tongue along the curved shaft, "this is really the only part of your father I'm interested in." Lisa and Margie moaned together at the sight before them. Each one thought how nice it would be to be at Laurie's side, helping her suck that cock. "Anyway," Matt continued, "that's really the reason we're calling. There's a Holiday Parents' Weekend in two weeks and we really want you guys to come." "Two weekends from now?" Laurie paused to think for a moment. "I'm sorry, honey, but that Friday is the staff party at school...and I've missed that the last two years." Lisa and Margie were instantly aware of the change in Matt. He sat up straighter in the chair and his breathing slowed and steadied. His chest and arms seemed to expand as he sat there concentrating for a moment. His voice was normal volume, but he pitched it to a lower register. "Excuse me, *slut*. What did you just say?" The girls jumped at the tone of Matt's voice. They almost pissed themselves and he wasn't even talking to them! Then Matt turned and smiled at them -- his back to the camera. "Margie, roll a skinny...that bag." He pointed to the open baggie and then resuming his role, he turned back to the camera and waited for Laurie to speak. Matt and Lisa watched silently as their mother looked into the camera and then crossed her arms behind her back, thrusting her full breasts and swollen nipples towards her children. Then lowering her head, she apologized to her son. "Please, *Master*. I am so sorry. It has been too long since you have disciplined me...and I need that so much." Laurie glanced at the camera and then looked down again. "Of course...we will be there with you. We wouldn't want to be anywhere else, *Master*." It had been so long since she hard heard that tone...she reacted immediately in a physical way. Matt's father leaned down into the webcam's range. He was laughing as he spoke to his son in Chinese. "*Hen hao de!* Very well done! I can smell your mother's cunt from ten feet away!" "Thanks, Pop." Matt resumed conversing in a normal tone, speaking Chinese. "I'm not the only one who has done well...*Yuan Mai Ling* outdid herself tonight. She is a bright pupil and she seems to want to pursue this lifestyle with us. I want you and Mom to spend time with her, help her the way you helped Lisa and me." Margie was squealing in delight (of course she understood father and son) as she finished rolling the joint. She lit it and gave it to Matt and he took a hit. Ten seconds later, he exhaled and gave it to Lisa. "Wait 'til you try this, Pop...outrageous." Matt had switched back to English. "Even better...wait until you and Mom meet our new friends...the guy who gave me this and his business associates. Gonna be a ton of fun." Laurie moved back into sight. She whispered into the microphone, "Am I forgiven, *Master*?" She looked back down waiting for her son's reply. Just a moment later, she looked up hearing his cheerful response. "Of, course, Mother. You know I can't stay upset with you. But you can look forward to some *corrective attitude adjustment* when I see you again." Matt's smile was just a little crooked when he said that. Matt and Margie both laughed when they heard Steven from off camera. "*Shr, hai eega*... Once again," he'd said, referring to the musky aroma coming from Laurie's excitable pussy. Laurie looked at her son and her daughter and their roommate. "*My God*," she thought as she gazed at the monitor, "*they are so beautiful...so bright*." Then she saw Margie kissing her daughter. "*And so incredibly hot!*" "So tell us," Laurie said, "what our newest daughter did to make you so proud of her tonight." "It's kind of a long story, Mom. I'll tell both of you the whole sexy tale when you get here. You'll need to know about the whole thing anyway when you meet our new friends." Matt paused to take a hit off the joint. "But for right now, I'll just say that she performed like a pro. In a pretty stressful situation, she stayed aware of everything going on, and used a little situation going on to snag this baggie of $1000 pot." Matt saw the look of shock register on Laurie's face and realized his mistake. "No...I don't mean she stole it or anything." Laurie calmed down immediately. "Well that's good, honey. What *did* she do?" Lisa and Margie were giggling in the background, feeling each other up for the parents' benefit...and theirs, of course. Matt said, "She bet one of the guys that my cock is more than ten inches long. The way she did it, he had to take the bet...had no choice in front of his friends. Of course," Matt chuckled, "we already knew who the winner would be." "Well done, *Mai Ling*," they heard Steven. "I can't wait to taste it...*gan ni*...you, too," he said. They all laughed together. "What did your Master do to thank you?" Matt looked back at the gorgeous Chinese coed, standing naked and smelling like sex just behind him. Lisa leaned into the front of the camera and said, "Oh my God, Mom...he said, and I quote, 'Your wish is my command'! Can you believe it?" Knowing better than to question her son about this, Laurie simply smiled back into the webcam. "Matthew," she said, "if you don't mind, please have Margie go to her room -- right now, yes -- and call me on my cell phone." She saw Matt nod and turn towards Margie. Then she saw the girl turn and walk out of the room. "Alright, darlings," she said, "we are going to get off now. Please make reservations for us at the usual hotel." Laurie paused thoughtfully for a moment. "I'm going to go talk with Margie now, Matthew. Remember, honey, everything happens for a reason. Talk to you soon. We love you guys." Matt and Lisa could hear the cell phone ringing in their parents' bedroom. Together, they said goodbye to their mother and father and promised to make the reservations the next day. Matt closed the video chat window on his computer, turned off the monitor, and got up from his chair. He smiled at his sister as he put his long arms around her and drew her body next to his. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with all the love he felt for her. Then he pulled away and looked into her dark brown eyes. "You know why I'm doing this, don't you?" Lisa smiled warmly at her little brother. "Of course, silly. I know she did great...and when you said 'stressful' before, you don't know the half of it." Matt kissed her again -- this time letting his tongue open her lips as his hands drifted over her moist flesh. When his hand found the curve where thigh meets ass, he grabbed hard and pulled her against his thickening tool. Lisa worked her hands down until she had her brother's shorts in her grasp. She broke their kiss to kneel in front of him and peel them down his muscular legs. As always, when she found herself up close and personal with her brother's magnificent organ, she fell immediately under its spell. Almost unaware of his hands, Lisa felt herself being drawn up Matt's torso until she was on her feet again. "She's jealous of you, you know..." Matt said softly to his sister. His hands were on her breasts, his fingers rolling her thick rubbery nipples. Lisa's fingers were stroking her brother's cock and rubbing gently over his balls. "I don't want her to be...I don't want her to have any reason to be unhappy about all this, baby." "I know, lover," Lisa mumbled as she kissed and tongued her brother's nipples, still stroking his growing stalk. "Don't worry, baby. I could never be jealous of you no matter what you do." She looked up into his beautiful eyes. "I love you so much, Matty -- that's all that matters, knowing you love me just as much as I love you." They kissed with even more passion this time, losing themselves in each other until Matt felt Lisa lift her leg against his thigh, offering herself to her brother by spreading her swelling labia before his ever-hardening cock. With his cock still in her hand, Lisa drew him forward, nestling the thick shaft between her moistening lips, sliding it back and forth through her creamy slit until he was covered in her secretions. Then she put the bulbous head into her hole and slid herself down the slick, thick ten-inch shaft until her brother's cock was buried to the hilt in her loving cunt. "I do, Lis', I love you more than anything...you know that." Matt didn't move his body as he flexed his cock inside his sister's hot, tight walls. "Enough so I'm not jealous of you, either." Lisa moaned as he kept flexing himself in her. "I heard you before, you know, when you were *talking* to Henry." Lisa groaned as her brother's cock kept tapping against her G-spot and her cervix at the same time. She opened her mouth to suck on the finger she found there. The next thing she knew, that same finger was rubbing circles around her little star-shaped pucker. Then it was back in her mouth, demanding more moisture. And then, finally, she felt the slick digit penetrate her ass, fucking in and out of her while her brother's magic cock was playing her pussy like a musical instrument. "You would make beautiful children with Henry, baby cakes...I really think so." Matt whispered into his sister's ear. "If that's what you want some day, it would be okay with me." That was all Lisa had to hear...when he started playing with her nipple again, pulling it in time to the finger fucking her ass and the cock twitching in her cunt, her best orgasm of the night rolled over the incestuous twenty-one year old coed. Matt could feel her climax everywhere. Her sphincter clamped down on his finger in time with the spasms of her cuntal walls trying to coax the sperm from his balls. It took all his concentration to keep himself from giving in to the sweet temptation. Matt was still hard as he lifted his sexy sister off of his cock. But he knew it would go down in a few minutes - he'd wanted to save himself, to be ready for whatever Margie came back with. And he knew it would be soon. When both siblings had calmed down, Matt asked his sister to find out what was keeping their China Doll and at the same time, re-fill the pitcher of ice water. As Lisa left the room, Matt sat down and rolled a pin-joint from the new pot. It was almost gone a few minutes later when Lisa and Margie returned. "May I?" Margie asked as she took the joint out of Matt's fingers. She took a nice, long drag and handed it off to Lisa. After a while, the hot little twenty year old blew the smoke out and sat down by Matt, on the side of his bed. She looked at him and smiled. "*God,*" he thought for the thousandth time, "*she's so fucking beautiful!*" Lisa put her tray on top of the desk and poured two glasses. She took one and handed the other to Matt. She nodded at Margie and said, "Guess who I found at the refrigerator? I think she was on her second glass when I got there." Margie smiled again at the sexy siblings. "I got very thirsty talking to my new mother. She is so beautiful. And my new father seems just as nice." Margie sighed as she took another drink. "I wonder how I could be so lucky!" Lisa couldn't stand the suspense any longer. "What did you talk about? What did she tell you?" Margie just looked at Lisa and shook her head. "I'll tell you later, baby. Right now, I think I owe Matt an answer to his question." Matt started to move but Margie put her hand on his chest, keeping him still. "My wish, *Master*, is that for the rest of the night, you treat me...just the same..." It was so hard for her to get the words out of her mouth she had to take another sip. "I want you to treat me the same way...that your father treats your mother." Lisa just about spilled her water when she heard what Margie said to Matt. She couldn't wait for his reaction...this was *brilliant*! And yet, once again, her little brother proved to be in command of this as well. Shocking them both, Matt slid off the side of his bed until he was sitting on the floor by Margie's dangling legs. He looked up into her black, almond-shaped eyes and let himself fall in to the deep obsidian pools. "*Fuck me,*" he said to himself, "*that is some great fuckin' dope!*" With the most mellow smile he was capable of, Matt said he would be honored to serve her like that. Lisa was starting to hyperventilate. This was about the hottest thing she'd heard of since her family started sharing *everything* last New Year. "Fuck, Matty..." Lisa hissed at her brother, her eyes turning to slits with thoughts of unholy lust, "guess what's gonna be on the top of my birthday list?" Margie looked at her with an expression Lisa had never seen before...a little superior, maybe a little dismissive. Whatever it was, it made Lisa's pussy drool. Still looking at Lisa, Margie spoke again to Matt. "You can let her help, if you'd like...but please keep her quiet, Matthew." This time, Lisa's excitement was evident throughout the room. She could feel her response dripping down the inside of her thigh. Matt turned to Lisa and using only his eyes, he directed her to the floor and had her assume her submissive pose. Only then did he turn around to look at Margie. "What may I do for you, love?" "What time is it, Matthew?" Margie ignored his question. "1:45 in the morning." The sexy coed scooted back on the bed and took another drink. "Roll me a joint, dear." Matt looked at Lisa and she hopped over to the desk, busying her experienced fingers with the task. A minute later, Matt placed it between Margie's lips and held a flame to the tip. As Margie slowly sucked on the tip of the little white tube, she raised her right knee until her foot was flat on the bed. Her left leg was flat on the mattress, slightly bent towards Matt. The beautiful long-haired Chinese girl moaned as she sucked in the smoke, letting the fingers of her right hand trail slowly down the inside of her firm golden thigh towards her slick, bare mound. When her fingers found the top of her slit, she looked right at Matt, whipping her long black hair over her swelling nipples. "Call your friend, Winston. Invite him to come over here...now. Tell him you would be very pleased if he would...come over and...fuck me." Lisa thought that her heart was going to explode! She couldn't believe how hot this was...watching her *oh-so-powerful* brother being dominated like that. She wanted Margie so badly...she had never appeared more desirable. That Margie wouldn't speak to her or even let Lisa speak at all sent vibrations through every nerve in her body. Again, Matt glanced at her and she got to her feet. Locating his cell phone, she handed it to him and resumed her pose at his side. Lisa gazed up at Margie with a new-found respect and admiration. Seeing Matt involved on the phone, Margie relaxed a little and winked at Lisa, then puckered her plump lips in a very sexy air kiss. A minute later, a red-faced Matt turned back to Margie. "He said he had to shower. He'll be here in about 30 minutes." Matt looked down for a second and then back up. "May I ask you a question?" "Of course," Margie answered. "What is it, Matthew?" "My father treats my mother many ways. I think I know what you want, my love...but if I'm wrong...or not...don't hesitate to correct me, okay?" Margie's eyes gleamed. "Don't worry, Matthew...your mother told me all about how she corrects your father. Sometimes, he even deserves it, she said!" Margie laughed -- alone. "But you've done nothing wrong, so far..." Matt looked up again. "For right now," he said, "I just want to know...what do you want me to call you?" She looked at him, stared at him until he saw her eyes change once in anger and then again in understanding. Now, looking just plain hot and sexy, Margie spoke in a low, throaty voice. "Matthew, you can call me whatever you like...whatever makes you comfortable. It's not what you call me, love. It's how you treat me tonight that counts." Brother and sister were both more than a little impressed by her answer. Everything she did, earlier and even now, seemed to justify their feelings about her. They were both totally in love with her...and she with them. Margie could see the understanding in Matt's eyes. She could also see the love he felt for her and her heart caught in her throat. He was so beautiful to her. "Stand up, come closer, Matty." He stood next to the bed and leaned towards her. His cock was standing straight out, almost perpendicular to the floor. Margie slid her fingers around the thick shaft with one hand and cradled his balls with the other. She pulled over even farther, stretching the skin covering his genitals. "I want you to start a bath for me, baby..." Margie licked his cock and kissed the smooth, soft skin covering his sac as she gave him her orders. "You can bathe me and shave me for your friend, okay?" Lisa was shivering from the way Margie was addressing her brother. She wasn't kidding about the birthday list thing! When several seconds went by and Matt remained silent, Margie held her breath and bit down on her lip as she remembered what Laurie told her to do...had to do, she'd said, if this whole thing was going to work for everyone. Margie held his thick hard cock against his stomach as she licked the base of his cock and the top of his sac. Matt moaned as she licked him, unaware of her tiny right hand between his legs. As she stretched his cock upwards, she held her middle finger back with her thumb creating as much torque as she could. She silently counted five seconds, hoping he would respond. When the time passed, she let her middle finger go...that classic flick from everyone's childhood...and her long, painted fingernail landed hard and flat, flush against the tender scrotal bag. When the sounds of brother and sister gasping died down, Margie smiled at Matt. "I believe I asked you a question. Were you going to answer me, baby?" Matt was trying very hard to gather himself together. The electric jolt of Margie's snapping nail had scattered parts of him throughout all the known universes. He was so high... the pain was almost transcendent. When he felt he could speak, he slid back down to the floor and apologized from his knees. He could hardly breathe, he was so excited. And without looking at his sister, he knew she had climaxed again when Margie's finger struck him. "Of course, my love," Matt finally spoke, his tone low and soothing, "let me get it started for you now." The handsome young man backed out of the room and ran upstairs to start a hot bath in Margie's bathtub. When the girls were alone, Margie motioned Lisa up on to the bed with her. She smiled at Lisa, her black eyes bright with power and lust. "Lick my pussy, baby." Margie hissed at her lover. Lisa moved her head immediately between her girlfriend's firm, golden thighs; her tongue finding the moist, hot slit full of crème. "That was so cool, baby. I felt his whole body tremble." Margie started to giggle as Lisa's tongue found her hole. "Your mother told me how to do it, honey...I hope you're not mad at me for doing it...she told me I would have to." Lisa looked up at the beautiful girl with a sly smile. "I almost always listen to my mom," she whispered. Then she looked up again. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I spoke without permission. Will you punish me now?" Both girls giggled together until Margie heard Matt's footsteps on the stairs. She pushed Lisa off the bed before Matt re-appeared to escort her upstairs. And just like he'd seen his father do on occasion to his mother, the incredibly mature freshman bathed and shaved the classic Chinese beauty, stroking her ego along with her perfect body as she relaxed in the steaming tub. Ten minutes before Winston was due, Matt lifted her out of the tub and carried her, wrapped in a thick towel, to her bed. He'd finished drying her and was applying a very light coating of body massage oil to her golden flesh when Lisa brought Winston into Margie's bedroom. (Only a few minutes earlier, Lisa had been in the living room waiting for Winston. Knowing what might develop, she thought it prudent to speak to the young man before anything happened. She knew she had to grab his attention and then his agreement as quickly as she could...she thought answering the door completely naked would help. It did.) Hearing his footsteps coming towards the door, Lisa's heart was pounding and her breathing was getting faster and shallower as she waited for him. Finally, she just couldn't stand waiting another second and she threw the door open just as he stepped up to knock. Winston stood there, his arm suspended as his eyes took in his all-time favorite fantasy image -- but this time she was real and right in front of him. Lisa brought him quickly inside, whispering to the freaked out freshman to be quiet as she shut the door behind him. Lisa slid into Winston's arms and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her hand found the tent in the front of his jeans and gave him a little squeeze. "You seem to be all ready, Win," she whispered to him. All he could do was groan in response. "Listen up, little boy," she continued, "tonight's not like usual." He started to say something but she cut him off immediately. "No questions...no time, baby...just listen. Some things may happen that...you...maybe won't be expecting. Nothing bad...just different." Lisa kissed him again, harder this time, as she closed her fingers around the pole in his pants. "Just go with the flow, Winston...okay?" He hesitated for just a moment, trying to figure out *what the fuck* Lisa was talking about. Thinking he was being reluctant, Lisa whispered again. "If you're a good boy tonight, Win, I'll be a bad girl for you another night." Winston was sure that Lisa could hear his heart pounding. His mouth was so dry he could barely get the words out. "How...bad?" Lisa smiled up at the cute boy, remembering what it was like when she was just a lowly freshman. Her cunt started to juice up as she suddenly knew his fantasy. Her nipples poked him in the chest as she whispered again. "If you just go along tonight, baby... sometime very soon...I'll get all naked for you...and let you fuck my little asshole..." Winston , now certain his heart was outside his chest and ready to explode, was on the verge of cumming in his pants. "And Winston," she said, later wondering if it was to 'seal the deal' or if it was just her own fantasy come out to play, "you can do it...do me...in front of a few of your friends...if you want." When Winston's knees started to buckle and he groaned softly about starting to cum, Lisa dropped to her knees, unzipped his jeans and pulled his stiff cock out just as it started to spurt his thick, hot cum. The first jet hit Lisa on her cheek before she was able to get his thick head between her lips. She sucked and swallowed as the overexcited boy splashed the inside of her mouth time after time until finally, only a small drop fell on to her tongue. She licked him clean and put his cock back in his pants. She stood up, his arms around her again. "I take it we have a deal?" She smiled as she licked the last of his crème from her swollen lips. All he could do was nod his head in agreement as she led him to the stairs.) Winston's eyes were jumping back and forth between Margie and Matt. He decided he wasn't high enough for this...whatever *this* was! He turned back to Lisa. "I need a joint, Lis', okay?" Before he could turn back, he heard Margie, but he'd never heard her speak this way before. "You heard your friend, Matthew," she hissed at him. "Get him what he wants...the good stuff." Winston turned around quickly, immediately captivated by that voice...so strong...so totally in control. He looked more closely this time, at first seeing the flush spread through his best friend's face and neck. He looked at Margie, propped up against a few pillows. Her right leg bent upwards at the knee and her left leg flat on the sheet, her left knee pointing towards the side of the bed. He saw the moisture collecting at the bottom of her slit and his heart started beating so fast he thought he would pass out. Then he saw Matt stand up. Naked. They had seen each other nude before -- they had been dorm roommates, after all -- but he'd never seen Matt (or any other real, live man) like this before. Naked and Excited. He knew Matt was kinda big (he had only seen him flaccid), but fuck...the dude was *huge*! Matt walked by his friend and motioned to Lisa. She left to get the pot, some papers, an ashtray and a lighter. Finally, Margie spoke to her special guest. This time, when she opened her beautiful mouth, it sounded like music. She patted the side of the bed, "Winston, I'm so happy you could come over. Come here, baby...sit down by me." He moved nervously over to the bed, sitting awkwardly on the edge...not knowing exactly what was going on or what he was supposed to do. Margie sat up and hugged him from behind. He was built lean and strong and she could feel the muscles beneath his skin. She whispered softly in his ear, "Don't be nervous, Win...I know you want to do all kinds of nasty stuff to me." She dropped on hand down to his crotch. "And I want you to, baby...I really do." He felt her fingers squeeze his swelling cock. "But I have to be honest -- I'm just using you to teach your friend a lesson. Don't worry...he won't hate you for this...he'll thank you later and really mean it, Win." Margie pressed her tits into his back as she licked the side of his neck. "Okay, baby?" Winston had been watching his former roommate as Margie whispered in his ear. He didn't understand it at all...he knew he was 100% straight...why did Matt look so fucking hot to him? All he really heard from Margie was "Okay, baby?" and now he turned towards her...he'd forgotten for a minute just how truly beautiful she was...and brought his mouth down over hers in a searing kiss. Margie melted into the young man's arms as he rolled her back into the pillows. He took his long, supple tongue out of her mouth and then bent over her chest, massaging first one nipple and then the other with the tip of that same tongue. When he'd made them stand out, hard and thick, he moved back to Margie's face. "Okay," he whispered back to her. Matt couldn't believe all of the emotions and feelings that coursed through him, mind and body. It had started earlier, when he told her how he wanted to thank her. He was every bit as much in love with Margie as he was with his sister. The only difference was simply the time the siblings shared before they knew her. He felt that giving her dominion over him would help her see his true feelings. After Margie spoke with Laurie, and then told him how he could thank her, the intensity of those feelings almost overwhelmed him. (He had spoken several times with his father about it in the past. Try as he might, he just couldn't feel what his father was describing when he played slut for Laurie. He and Lisa talked about trying it, but it was so very foreign to the way they were with each other, it just didn't seem real at all.) Then it came to him...it was his mother all along. She understood that her children wanted to experience their parents' fantasies as well as their own. She and Lisa had discussed Steven's submissive behavior and knew the problems her kids were having trying to experience it for themselves. This "thank you" gesture was the perfect way for Matt to understand his father's feelings. Lisa would learn enough to know how to play when her opportunity came. Matt looked at the bed and saw his good friend licking and kissing those perfect breasts. While he'd seen several people do this since Margie chose to become his slut, this time it was different. This time, it was all about her...all for her pleasure and satisfaction. Not his slut...this was one of the women he loved...the one he thought he might (OMG) *marry* some day...fucking his friend...for kicks. He felt like he might be sick for a moment, but that passed when he realized what his mother was talking about earlier. His father had spoken to him at length about experiencing some of life's finest adventures *on the edge*. "It's an enviable place to be," he'd said, "but you have to be very careful if you truly want to spend time there." The first rule, he'd told his son, was that you could never forget that *on the edge* was not a real or normal place to be...not a good 'full-time' location. The second rule was the same as the first, he'd said. "Remember, it's not a real or normal place...have fun...experience everything you want to...no judgments to take back with you to the real world." So here he was, on the edge himself this time and determined to experience all that he could. If Winston couldn't deal with it afterwards, he thought, well that was Winston's problem. He found himself moving towards the bed, to see if he could be of service when he heard Lisa come in behind him. He took the ashtray and put it on the end table next to Margie's bed. Next, he took a joint and a lighter off the tray and indicated to his sister to put the tray down on the dresser. Lisa did as he bade, and then kneeled on the floor in her classic submissive pose. Matt held the joint out for his friend, waiting until Winston was able to pull his lips away from Margie's perfect breasts. When Winston noticed the joint, he sat up and let Matt light it for him. Winston took a hit and passed it to Margie. "So, sexy...how do you wanna do this?" he asked after he exhaled a long plume of smoke. Then he took the joint as she handed it back to him again. Margie looked at Winston. He was so eager...she'd felt used earlier and she really liked that; now she was feeling adored and she didn't want to make him wait any longer. Then she looked at Matt. Her pussy started to flood again at the thought of what she was going to see. Margie smiled at the young boy in her bed. "First thing is," she said, "I want to see you naked and hard." Winston grinned. "That's easy," he said. He took a hit of the joint as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and started to remove his clothes. He felt Margie leaning against his back. "Hey. Easy, baby," she whispered in his ear again. "It's easier than you think...watch." "Matthew," he heard Margie from behind him, "did you hear what I said?" Winston almost jumped out of his skin; Matt was at his side so fast. Before he realized what was happening, Matt had unbuttoned Winston's shirt and his hands were on his friend's belt buckle. Winston panicked for a moment, before he remembered his earlier conversation with Lisa. Margie felt the boy tense up as Matt touched him, but just as quickly, she felt him relax and accept the situation. Lisa rocked back on her heels, her breathing shallow and her heart rate rising, as she watched her brother's long fingers work the belt buckle and the zipper of his friend's jeans. She wanted to stick her fingers up her pussy as far as she could, but she knew it wasn't the right time for that. Still, she could feel her nipples getting harder as her brother skinned the jeans and boxers off his friend's legs. Shirt, shoes and socks followed quickly, leaving Winston naked as the day he was born. Margie was still wrapped around him from the back. Looking over his shoulder, she said, "Well...at least you're naked..." Winston grinned as he turned around. "Don't worry; I can get hard on command." Margie pulled him back and kissed him deeply on the mouth. "You don't have to do anything, Win...You just lay back here against me, okay?" She moved back against the pillows and drew Winston back between her spread legs. His head rested against her soft shoulder and his hands spread out over her firm thighs. She handed Winston the joint, encouraging him to take another hit. As he held the smoke in, he heard Margie tell him to relax. He opened his eyes when he felt movement on the bed. Margie kept whispering 'relax' in his ear as he watched his best friend kneel between his legs and start sucking his dick all the way into his mouth. It only took a few bobs of his head, but Matt managed to get all four of them as excited as they could be. When he drew his lips slowly up his friend's hard-on, Matt felt the blood throbbing under the smooth skin. He also felt the pre-cum start to ooze out of his own cock -- he hadn't been this turned on in a long time. He was beginning to understand his father even more. Margie was getting impatient. Seeing that Matt had already made Winston hard, she rolled him over until he was lying between her legs and they started kissing. Without being told, Matt moved to the side of the bed and knelt next to the entwined couple. He moved his arm in their direction until he was able to take Winston's hard cock in his hand. And when he felt they were ready, Matt put his friend's cock-head at the entrance of his lover's cunt and with his other hand, he pushed Winston's ass hard, forcing his cock all the way into Margie. He watched them fuck for a little while. It was so hot -- watching them move together in an erotic dance. But he thought his presence might be inhibiting them, so he backed out of the room, taking his sister with him. He left Margie's door open, knowing what she would require of him when they were done. Brother and sister smoked a joint and talked quietly in the living room while Winston and Margie enjoyed each other to the fullest. "Matty, can I ask you a question?" Lisa sounded almost shy as she asked. He knew what was coming and he smiled warmly at his sister. "Of course, love. You can ask me anything...you know that." "Do you think you're *bi*?" It was what he'd expected and he was fairly sure his answer was what he truly felt. "I don't really think so, Lis'," he said. "I mean...before...upstairs...I guess I really got into sucking Winston's dick. It was hot...you know, the whole situation." Lisa nodded as she smoked the joint. "But really bi? I guess I say 'no' because...while I got nothing at all against sucking cock, or even taking one up my ass..." Lisa gasped, picturing a hard cock sliding up her brother's butt. "...every once in a while, I just can't see myself involved romantically, or even kissing another guy." He took another drag, counted to ten and exhaled. Matt looked into his sister's dark brown eyes. "Guess I'm just a cock slut -- just like you, baby doll." Lisa moved into her brother's arms, her body a perfect fit to his. They kissed, so deep and so hard it seemed like each one was trying to bring the other inside themselves. "God, I love you, Lisa," Matt moaned into his sister's mouth. "But I think we better get back upstairs." "You can't leave me like this, Matty. I need you in me, little brother." Lisa was moaning as her brother's fingers kneaded her tit-flesh. She reached between them and started stroking his cock, loving the feel of his pre-cum on her fingers. "Gotta wait, hon." Matt gently took Lisa's fingers off of his semi-erect organ. "You know I have to finish this for our China Doll." Matt kissed his sister lightly on the lips as he stood up. "But as soon as she's through with me..." Matt left his sister with a wicked grin and started back up to Margie's bedroom. He could hear Margie moaning over the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Matt looked into the room to see his tall, slim friend covering the little Asian coed completely as he lay over her *Perfect 10* body. Winston was fucking her furiously, pounding his prick into her wet velvet sleeve, his balls spanking her ass crack on every downward stroke. When he saw Margie looking at him, Matt walked into the room and knelt down close to the bed. Margie's black, almond-shaped eyes were glowing with her excitement as she turned towards Matt. "Oh baby...Winston's fucking me sooo goooood!" The throaty, gravelly whisper was about the sexiest thing that Matt had ever heard. Winston groaned as Margie clenched her pussy walls around his thick pole. "I really want to feel him cum in my pussy, baby...now." Winston tried to say he was still a few minutes away when Margie cut him off. "Don't worry, Win...your friend is gonna help you again." She shifted her glowing eyes back to Matt. "Aren't you, baby? Go on...get behind him, baby." Matt jumped up to obey. Margie held Winston close as she looked over his shoulder. "That's right, Matthew. Right behind him..." She looked up at Winston again. "Hold still, lover...we're gonna make you fill me up." She started squeezing his cock rhythmically with her cunt and she could feel him start to throb and get even larger immediately in her hot pussy. And finding Matt kneeling and ready behind his friend, she whispered again, in that same incredibly hot voice, "Lick your friend's asshole, Matthew...do it now...spread his cheeks and lick him, baby..." Matt felt his skin flush all over -- it seemed his body temperature went up 10 degrees in the blink of an eye. He couldn't believe that's what Margie wanted -- or, that his mother did this to his father. Matt felt a chill as he started to understand more and more of his parents' unique perspective. Slowly, he leaned down and spread his friend's cheeks with his hands. He slid his tongue tentatively down Winston's crack, finding it musty but clean. "Fuck, Matt..." he heard his ex-roommate moaning to him. "that ...unghh...God ...feels so..." *"In for a penny..." Matt thought to himself*. "Ohhh! Fuck me, Matt!" Winston moaned again as he felt his friend's tongue burrowing past his sphincter and a couple inches up his ass. Margie squeezed down one more time and that was all it took to send Winston into paroxysms of orgasmic delight, his hot, thick crème painting Margie's cuntal walls with each spurt of his rock-hard cock. When Winston buried himself as deeply in Margie's wonderful pussy as he could, Matt withdrew his long tongue from his friend's anus and sat down on the floor next to the bed. His face was burning as he tried to get his breathing and his heartbeat back under control as quickly as he could. Christ, he felt so embarrassed now that it was done...he didn't know how his dad was able to do it... *especially* to a friend. And then he became aware of Margie's voice and he knew it wasn't over yet. "Winston," she murmured to the freshman boy, now laying on his back next to her, "that was so good." Her eyes lit up her face as she asked, "Where did you learn to screw like that?" He started to answer, but she silenced him with a deep french kiss. When she broke away, she asked him if he would like to spend the rest of the night with her. Matt gasped when he heard her and then he thought his heart would explode when Winston asked if that meant she wanted to fuck some more. "Of course, baby," Margie cooed back. "Don't you want me again, Win?" Matt was starting to feel some real jealousy as he watched his China Doll licking and sucking Winston's nipples while waiting for his answer. "*God," he thought for what seemed the hundredth time in the last hour, "if I didn't love her so much, I think I'd kill her!*" "Bro," he heard Winston say, "Can you find a blunt to light?" Matt stood and looked around the room spotting his sister kneeling by the door. She nodded her head towards the tray on the dresser. Lisa had, thankfully, rolled a few before she'd brought the tray in earlier. He picked one up and lit it, took a deep hit of the pungent and powerful smoke and handed it to his friend. After Winston took a drag and handed it to Margie, he exhaled and said, "Do I wanna fuck you again, Margie? Well, *duhhh!!!*" His hand smoothed its way over her golden flesh; starting at her firm thighs his fingers moved over her like a blind man reading Braille. When they drifted up over her baby-smooth mound, across her flat, toned abs and then up to her perfect, sweat-covered breasts, he said, "Margie, you are...man, I don't know exactly how to say this...okay, like half of the hottest, sexiest woman in the world." (Winston's favorite jack-off scenario lately always involved both Margie and Lisa.) No one could help it. They all knew what (and who) he meant. Everybody started to laugh just a little. "But I'm gonna need a break before, you know..." His hand lifted and then dropped his crème-covered cock. Margie smiled at the shy young man. "We're in no hurry, honey..." She looked at Matt and then at Lisa -- pure lust radiating out of her beautiful face. "I think your friend and the *other half* you were referring to are going to do something to inspire us in a little while. But first," she continued, her voice so loving and so soft, "I think we should get cleaned up a little." Her eyes narrowed, reminding Matt of his mother. "Matthew," her voiced dropped again to that gravel-rough whisper that he couldn't resist, "come up here and clean us up, darling." He could feel Lisa's eyes on him from behind while Margie's held him captive from the front. Again, he felt his temperature rise as his skin flushed deep red. And then suddenly, like a white light clarifying everything in his mind, Matt reached a *gestalt* understanding of what his father had tried so hard to explain. The 'love her/kill her' dichotomy was the edge Dad had been trying to describe. Now, in a moment of complete understanding, Matt realized a great many things. First among them was the total pleasure that taboo sex brought *on the edge*. Margie gasped, just slightly, as she noticed the subtle change occurring right in front of her eyes. The way Matt looked at her and the way he moved as he crawled onto the bed. Her nipples started to ache as they grew even larger. Her pussy started to moisten again as she realized what was happening. "*Oh My God! Laurie was so totally right!*" she screamed to herself. (During their private conversation earlier, as Laurie tried to explain so much in too short a time, she did manage to make at least one thing perfectly clear. "Matt's father is so good at what he does, Margie," she said, "sometimes I forget that all of this started...a long time ago...for his benefit. The fact that I got a whole lot out of it myself, well I think that was just a bonus. When my son realizes the same thing, and if you do what I tell you to he certainly will, you will see him take back all the power and control. And, in that way, his pleasure is magnified any time and any way that he can add to yours.") Matt moved over the mattress on his knees, ending up between Winston's outstretched legs. He looked at Margie and there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. "Guest's first, right?" He lifted Winston's semi-hard dick off of his thigh and without waiting for Margie's reply, he swiped the broad part of his tongue along the underside, licking away the sex cocktail that covered the soft skin. The taste intoxicated him -- he couldn't get enough. He heard both Lisa and Margie gasp in unison as he lowered his head and took Winston into his mouth, letting his friend's still thickened organ slide over his tongue and into his throat. "Holy fuck, Matt." His friend threw his head back in total shock and awe. "Dude," he could hardly speak, "you suck a mean fuckin' dick." Then Winston groaned as Matt slid his lips down the length of his shaft and then drew them up slowly, sucking the last sexy bits from the taut flesh. He smiled at his friend and shook his head without saying a word. He surprised Margie a minute later by laying down on his back between her spread legs, his head resting just between her thighs. "Your turn, my love," he growled at the golden-skinned beauty. Matt's long arms reached back to grasp her hips, lifting her up and forward. Margie giggled as Matt held her over his face as she settled down on her knees, one on each side of his head Margie turned to Winston, her eyes glaring and her breathing very shallow. "Move over, baby," she hissed at him, pointing to a spot further down the bed, "you're gonna want to see this." And as he crawled down the bed, Margie looked at Lisa and spoke to her directly for the first time since Winston had joined them. "Get a bath towel, slut." Margie couldn't believe that the words were actually coming out of her mouth. She could barely hear herself over the pounding of her heart! "Put it under your brother's head." Lisa couldn't move -- shock rooted her to the spot on the floor where she sat on her heels, her face burning with Margie's command. As softly as she could, Lisa whispered to Matt, "*Master*?" Winston almost fell off the bed as Matt answered Lisa with more control and power in his voice than he had ever used before. "You will not question her tonight, *slut*. Do as she says." As Lisa rose gracefully from her submissive position, Winston's mind was reeling. *"Fuck," he thought, "she looks so fucking hot!" Then the image came to him...like the really hot covers of the sci-fi paperbacks*. He could hardly believe he was there, stoned, in the middle of the hottest night of his life! Margie was only aware of the pleasure-waves that started in her hot, wet cunt and shot down every nerve in her body the moment Matt answered his sister. *Laurie had told her this might happen, too*. Her swollen, sensitive nipples burned as Matt told Lisa to obey her. She came back to her self when she felt Lisa lift her brother's head to lay the towel underneath. Her eyes were shining slits of pure lust as she took in the scene around her. As Lisa moved away, Margie stopped her. "Go to Winston...keep his cock in your mouth while he watches me." She breathed more than spoke the words. Then, as Lisa moved down to follow Margie's instructions, she fixed her glowing eyes on Winston. Her mouth was smiling but there was nothing *nice* about her expression at all. "Watch your friend, Win..." Margie raised one hand to her breast, cupping the firm flesh from underneath and teasing her nipple with her thumb as she watched Lisa roll onto her back and let her head hang off the edge of the bed. Winston stood up and straddled her head as she sucked him through her mouth and into her throat. When he stopped moaning, Margie could hear the soft nasal breathing and the un-mistakable sounds of swallowing that came from the foot of the bed. "Watch him clean your cum out of me, baby..." With her other hand, the hard-bodied Asian coed spread her swollen, shaved pussy lips apart and used her well-developed muscles to squeeze and push out the thick, white crème that Winston had left, her gaping pussy hovering six inches above Matt's open mouth. Matt was experiencing a whole new realm of sensations as he lay underneath Margie's exquisite body. Time seemed to stand still as he took in his surroundings, enjoying the sights and sounds and aromas that enveloped him. He looked up to see his friend's semen start to slide out of the perfect pussy just above his mouth. He moaned in appreciation as the sex cocktail landed on his tongue. He thrilled in excitement as he heard his friend exclaim that was *the hottest fucking thing he'd ever seen*. He felt the pre-cum start to leak out of his rapidly expanding fuck-meat as Margie hissed at him to suck the rest out of her as she planted her cum-filled pussy on his mouth. The way brother and sister were arranged on the bed, both on their backs with Matt's feet towards the foot of the bed and Lisa's feet pointed towards the head, Margie had easy access to the incestuous siblings' genitals while Matt licked and sucked her clean. She teased and tormented them both with her soft fingers and her sharp, painted fingernails as she tried to speak. "Unnnggghhh...right there, baby...keep licking me...I just keep coming. OH! OHH!! FUCK!!!...unh! unh! How does it feel, Winston? I can see the...unh...outline of your cock...in her throat." Matt couldn't resist shoving his hard tongue through the tight ring of Margie's sphincter. Margie's heart jumped into her throat as her cunt convulsed and her asshole clamped down hard on Matt's tongue. She screamed out to Buddha in her native Chinese as her climax washed over her, wave after fucking wave. Winston was so close to losing his load down his heart-throb's throat. As soon as she'd sucked him in, he felt the most outrageous sensations surround his cock as she started an unceasing yet gentle swallowing action in her mouth and throat. Without moving inside of her, Winston was getting a *full cock* massage. And watching Margie dominate Matt was only making the whole thing crazier. As the spasms of Margie's last climax became manageable, she tried to tell Winston what was happening. "Your friend, baby...he's been very bad...very naughty. He didn't tell me, Winston...he didn't...warn me. He just...unnnggghhh..." Margie leaned down, her eyes glaring as she cocked her fingers once again only this time, it was right in front of his friend's face, and she flicked him squarely on his sac. When he realized what she was doing, Winston's cock lurched sympathetically in Lisa's throat as Matt groaned from the extreme (but, thankfully, short-lived) pain. "He just bit me...can you believe that? First he rapes my ass with his tongue...now he bites my delicate little pussy...your friend is so bad, Winston..." The young man was mesmerized as he watched the scene unfold before him. Margie was grunting and groaning as she became almost violent riding Matt's face, grinding her pussy and her ass all over his mouth and chin. A quick glance down confirmed Matt's excitement by the length of his hard-on. Lisa's reaction to the scene was to increase the swallowing pressure she exerted around Winston's cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. And when it seemed like no one could take any more, Margie blew them all away. "So bad, Winston...his mommy told me...how to..." she could only whisper as her heart crept up her throat, "punish him...when he's a bad little boy." Margie lifted herself up on her knees, her heavenly pussy just inches from his face. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she might have a stroke as she forced herself to follow his mother's instructions to the letter. She straightened up and let the fuzzy electric excitement fall over her shoulders, caressing her breasts and her sides as the power fell lower through her torso and found its target below her firm belly. With extreme concentration, the young Asian student found herself in a place she'd never been before. And as Laurie's words came alive inside her head, her bladder opened so slightly that just a trickle of her golden warmth escaped and sprinkled Matt's face. "*Oh Christ! You fuckin kidding me or what?*" Winston couldn't believe his eyes! She couldn't...wouldn't...FUCK!!! SHE WAS!!!! He couldn't take his eyes away. "She said I had to, Winston...you know, punish him...like this..." And now Margie reached that place that Matt's mother had told her about...where their desires and their hungers fed off one another, driving them higher, making each experience more intense. And she let herself go...the power below her belly opening her up and letting her tangy yellow stream splatter over Matt's face and into his open mouth. Margie had never cum so hard in her life. The moment he saw that heavenly-looking girl piss into his friend's mouth, Winston drove his cock as deep into Lisa as he could and started pumping a continuous stream of hot, thick cum down her throat and into her belly. Lisa climaxed as well, recognizing the sounds and the smells coming from her brother and Margie while she savored the essence of Winston's climax. On his back with Margie's smooth, hairless pussy and her tangy puckered rose grinding over his face, Matt felt unbelievable surges of power course through him; he was in total control of his senses and keenly aware of what was happening around him. For the first time, tonight had brought much more insight and understanding to the overwhelming love he'd already had for his parents. The way they used their own needs and desires to drive each other further over the edge...it was pure genius. Every time one of them escalated their feelings, it resulted in an exponential burst of passion for them both. He heard Margie trying so hard to speak to Winston. When he felt her sitting still, a few inches above his face, he knew what was coming. Those first few golden drops splattered against his cheek; when his brain processed the pungent aroma and wet heat, a long strong rope of white fluid escaped his thick, meaty cock-head and puddled on his chest. With all the concentration he could muster, Matt held back the rest of his orgasm. It was so hard for the young man -- Margie's warm, tangy rain had turned into a downpour and he let her steaming yellow stream fill his open mouth. He swallowed a little, wanting to taste her this way, wanting to share another feeling with his loving family. After the first long burst of piss started to fill Matt's mouth, Margie's orgasm over-powered her urge to pee and took total control of her. When she came back to reality, she moved back, off of Matt's face, and made her way to the edge of the bed. She slid off and leaned over to kiss her Master gently on his tangy lips. "*Wo ai ni!* I love you," she whispered softly in Chinese. She turned away and moved quickly to the bathroom. Now her primary consideration was getting rid of all the water Laurie had told her to drink earlier Matt tilted his face to the side after Margie had left. The pungent golden liquid left in his mouth drained out, caught by the towel Lisa had place under him earlier. He sat up slowly, bringing himself back from the peak of his sexual euphoria. As his breathing and his heart rate came closer to normal, he looked around the room and noticed Winston's head between his sister's raised and spread thighs. He looked at Lisa and smiled warmly, his love for her was palpable. And it was enhanced when she brought her arm up from the side of the bed with a lit joint between her fingers. She took a hit and then motioned her brother closer. Even as Winston licked deep into her pussy, Matt bent over her and as they kissed deeply, Lisa exhaled the sweet smoke into her brother's mouth. Matt leaned back on his elbow, his face so close to his beautiful sister's that he gave her butterfly kisses, flicking his long eyelashes against hers. Lisa giggled as he knew she would -- the sound filled him with delight. He took the joint from her, took a quick hit and asked how she was doing. Lisa glanced down the bed, watched the cute freshman boy eating her cunt for a moment, and looked back at her brother. "I'm doing just fine, thank you very much." She absently ran the fingers of one hand through Winston's hair. It reminded Matt of someone scratching a dog while watching TV. "That was pretty intense, little brother." She was trying to keep the excitement in her voice down, just in case he was having second thoughts. But the fire in her eyes gave her away -- he had seen that look *up close and personal* too many times not to know what it meant. Matt looked right into her deep, dark eyes, now only inches away from hers. His hand found her breast and he squeezed her, tapping against her extended nipple with his thumb when he whispered to her, "I think, after a little while, I'll be able to describe it properly, Lis'." He took the swollen tip between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and pulling it, making his sister crazy. His smile was just a little crooked as he said, "But right now, I'm gonna grab a quick shower." He kissed her lightly on her full, sweet lips. "Then I'm gonna come back and take you to a place you've never been before." He bent down and took her dark pink nipple between his teeth, pressing lightly but firmly into her. Then he let her slip away with a quick flick of his tongue. He looked down her perfect body, saw Winston still at work and he whispered one more time in her ear, "Now I understand, baby...how hot you thought it would be...just a heartbeat ago...if I really would have bitten you." As he got up off the bed, Lisa was gasping and looking at him in awe. "Don't make her cum, bro...whatever she bribes you with, 'kay?" Winston looked up, rolled his eyes and dove right back into the sweetest honey pot he'd ever tasted. Lisa put both hands on the back of his head and starting rolling her hips, moaning like a soft-core porn star on cable. "I mean it, Winston...remember, *amigo*...no matter what you think you've seen here tonight...you know who rules the roust. Don't make her cum, bro." Lisa was pretending to cry as Matt chuckled his way out of the room. He went into Margie's bathroom and found her standing naked on a big fluffy towel, brushing her long, straight hair as she stood in front of the mirror. Every time he saw her, it was like the first time all over again. His heart was in his throat -- she was simply stunning in every regard. He couldn't believe how truly lucky he was. When she noticed him, she dropped her brush on the counter and turned towards him. "Matt," she said softly with downcast eyes, "are you...I mean...is everything..." Matt could see her struggling to make sure everything was alright. She had obviously put a tremendous amount of trust in his mother, and he needed to make her see it was the right thing to do. He moved to her, taking her in his strong arms and pulling her perfect body next to his. "I love you, *Mai Ling*." He kissed her softly. "You...everything...it's all just perfect." They kissed again, this time their tongues finding each other. He pulled his face away and grinned at her. "Tell me, baby...how hard did you cum...when you *pissed in my mouth?*" He tried, but he just couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice. Margie's almond-shaped eyes flew open (as much as they could). "Oh my God!" she shrieked as she jumped into his welcoming arms. "I swear, Matty, it was..." Her head fell back, the curve of her neck and shoulder was poetry to his eyes, "...an explosion, like all of me was riding the great karmic wave." Matt held her firm, rounded ass as she brought her legs down to the floor. "Me, too, baby. It was indescribable...perfect...like you, love." The light from her eyes almost blinded him before she dropped to her knees into her submissive position. "*Master*, may I make a request? Please?" "*God,"* he thought to himself*, "she's just too fuckin' hot to be real!*" "Of course...you may ask. But quickly...I'm a little smelly..." She giggled. "...and I want to go shower." "Please, Matt, when your parents come...I want you to give me to your mother." It was what he'd expected from her and it made him smile. "I want to thank her, of course..." Margie looked up at the young man she loved so much, her grin was a little naughty, "but also...I think there's more that she can teach me...to please you and Lisa." Matt looked down at the wet-dream on her knees in front of him. Of course he would give her what she wanted -- there was never a doubt. But, he thought, he might enjoy her before he gave his answer. "We'll see," he told her. His voice carried more weight as he spoke again. "Come downstairs, *slut*." He could see Margie's golden skin flush in reaction to the word. "You can give me a shower while I decide." A few minutes later Matt stood under the steaming spray, letting the hot water loosen his muscles as it cascaded down his long torso and over his long, fit legs. He leaned against the wall, his shoulders and back getting the benefit of the liquid heat raining down and then he felt her rubbing a soapy washcloth over his neck and shoulders. She lathered his back and arms and then dropped her soapy fingers to his well-muscled ass, rubbing him lewdly as she cleaned every inch of him. When she finished his legs and feet, she stayed in the Asian-style squat in front of him and turned him around. Margie worked quickly with the soap and washcloth up his shins and thighs, gently and lovingly massaging the soft, thick shaft of his cock and then his sac with the foamy cloth. She stood up in front of him, making sure her nipples came in contact with his cock-head, and quickly finished his flat stomach and broad, muscular chest. He handed her the detachable shower head and she rinsed him off, using her free hand to wipe the clean water across his flesh. She softened the spray as she rinsed between his legs, her fingers lifting and separating to allow the water full access. She turned him half-way around again and rinsed his back and then used her fingers to spread his cheeks and make sure his ass was soap-free before she handed the shower-head back to him. By the time he'd replaced it and turned back again, Margie was already waiting outside the tub with a soft, warm towel to dry him off. He let her pat him down, front and back, and then stood in front of his mirror to brush his hair. He glanced at her reflection in the mirror and then smiled to himself as she resumed her kneeling position. He thought about her request for a moment and then turned around, leaning back against the counter. Keeping his voice firm, using the controlling tones he employed so well, Matt said, "Come forward, Margie...let's *multitask*!" She looked up hesitantly into his ice-blue eyes as she slid closer to him, between his spread legs. "That's better, *Mai Ling*. You practice my mother's 'deep swallow' technique while I decide what to do about your request." He groaned softly as Margie raised herself enough to take his thick flesh pole past her soft, sweet lips and into her welcoming mouth. She loved to take him this way -- not yet hard - she knew Lisa did, too. (They did talk about him, after all!) She controlled her gag reflex well as she felt his large, spongy head pass the back of her tongue. Breathing slowly through her nose, she 'swallowed' him into her throat. Matt was moaning softly, concentrating on not moving his hips as Margie held still, letting her throat adjust around him. After a very long minute, she put her hands around Matt's ass and pulled him closer, driving another inch or two deep into her throat. Again, she held him still as her body found ways to accommodate his length and girth. When her breathing and her pulse seemed reliable, the beautiful twenty-year old Chinese girl, completely naked on her knees in front of him, started to use her throat muscles the way Laurie had taught Lisa and Lisa had taught her. For the lucky 'stiff', it felt like nothing else in the world! A base-to-tip, 360 degree, wet, warm, swirling cock massage to die for!!!!! Matt worked hard, willing himself to speak while Margie practiced her magic on his ever-thickening cock. "I can tell you to please my mother...and my father...while they are visiting." He groaned...he was in love with a witch. "And don't forget, *Mai Ling*, you are *slut* number three...if I want my *slut*-mother to teach you her tricks, I could just tell her to." She looked into his eyes, acknowledging the truth of what he was saying. He looked into her eyes and saw the lust that was driving her. "Stop," he whispered to her. His hand went to her cheek as he slowly withdrew from her mouth. She made a small whimpering sound, feeling suddenly very empty. "Don't worry," he told her, his voice nearly normal again. "You can practice later. I want drown my sister in my love for her...you can fuck Winston again while you watch us." Matt's pulse picked up as he looked at her; his breathing became shallow as he pictured it in his mind. "*Shr, ne kan wo...*" he started in Chinese, drilling his authority into every word, "Yes, you watch us - watch me fuck my sister. Every way I fuck her...you make my friend fuck you the same way...very hot, little girl." "Okay," he switched back to English, "I'll give you to my mother...but don't come back to me if it's not quite what you think it might be. Margie, she could do something in front of your friends...you never know if you give her control." Margie felt her cunt flood at the thought of being exposed...for what she truly was...in public, in front of her friends and classmates..."*Oh God*," she thought, "*maybe even in front of my professors*!" Matt saw the lightning bolt shoot out of her eyes when he mentioned her friends; he could smell her arousal immediately. "If that's what you want...fine." He waved his hand dismissively as he walked out of the bathroom towards the stairs. She sat there, creaming at the possibilities when his voice broke her trance. "Coming, *slut*?" When he walked back into Margie's bedroom, he found Winston rolling joints (he immediately took one, lit it and took a long drag) and his sister on the phone. He sat down next to her on the bed, listening to her end of the conversation. "That will be so cool, Mom!" She was bouncing up and down like a little girl, her smile lighting the room. "Downtown? The Presidential Suite?" She lifted the joint from her younger brother and took a drag. "Okay...I will...see you then, Mom. Love you...Love you too, Daddy." And she snapped the phone closed. Matt started to ask what the call was about when Lisa cut him off with a big sloppy kiss, her arms around his shoulders and her breasts pressed against his chest. "Wait a minute, Matty, please?" She looked into his eyes. "There's something I have to tell you, bro. Then I'll tell you what Mom said, okay? But first..." she flipped her phone open again, "there's a quick call I have to make." Matt kissed her softly and nodded his approval. Margie walked into the room with a fresh pitcher of ice water and a few cold beers. She looked at Matt quizzically as he motioned her to be silent. Lisa punched a speed dial number and they could all here the ring on the other end. Lisa issued a disappointed sigh when she heard her Uncle David's voicemail greeting. Still, with a smile in her voice, she spoke into the phone. "Hi, Uncle David. It's Lisa." Her voice changed completely as she continued...deeper, smoky and sexy. "Mom just told me about Parents Weekend. I'm so sorry you can't make it." Margie moved closer to Matt, handing him a cold beer. Lisa looked at her, moved her hand to Margie's firm breast and gave it a loving squeeze. "I can't wait to see you fuck my hot little roomie." Margie gasped and Matt chuckled. Winston looked up for a minute, then continued rolling. "Anyway, thanks again for taking care of everything, Uncle David." She paused, looking at her brother again, and then she finished, "I love you, Unc...I'm here whenever you want me." She flipped the phone closed again. Lisa looked up at her brother; he was smiling patiently at here -- nothing but love in his light blue eyes. She was nervous and it started to affect her breathing and her skin raised in a million goose bumps. As gently as he could he said, "Lisa...there is nothing you could ever say that would make me stop loving you." He kissed her softly on her trembling lips. "What is it, baby cakes?" "Uhmm..." she looked up at her younger brother, the love of her life, a tear falling down her cheek, "I'm so sorry, Matty...I...lied to you." The tears started to flow as he gathered her in his arms and hugged his sister close. "I'm so sorry." Matt held her, kissed her head and shoulders and whispered that everything was okay... he loved her...it would be alright. When she calmed down, he said, "Tell me Lis' -- you'll feel better, honey. Believe me." Lisa shifted around on the bed until she was sitting on her brother's lap, facing him and straddling his waist with her legs. Matt's big, thick cock pressed against the length of her sweet slit as she pushed it between them. She was so close that when she inhaled, her nipples grazed his chest. She knew she shouldn't have lied, but she also knew he would not only forgive her, it would turn him on as well. When she looked up, Margie was giving Matt a 'shotgun' hit off the joint, carefully placing the lit end in her mouth and blowing the smoke out the end of the joint into his mouth. Lisa rubbed her hand across Margie's back and the seductive curve of her hip. When Matt leaned down to exhale the smoke, kissing his sister's open mouth, Lisa slid her finger through Margie's cheeks and pressed up until she was two knuckles deep in her ass. As Margie pressed down and rotated on her finger, Lisa exhaled and started to speak. "Remember a few weeks after we got back from Thanksgiving? I told you I was going to my friend Amy's wedding...I was gone for a weekend?" Matt was trying to remain straight-faced as his sister 'confessed' to him. But he was getting really hot as Margie's gyrations intensified. He started pulling gently on his sister's dark pink nipples; they seemed to stiffen at the same rate his cock was. "There was no wedding, Matty. I spent the weekend in a hotel in St. Louis." She moaned as her brother pulled on her...drawing her breast out as he stretched the rubbery flesh. "Uncle David called me...unghhh...he'd told me at Thanksgiving...uhmm, that feels so good...he said we, all of us, are like a...I know it sounds stupid, Matty, but it kinda made sense at the time...God, you're making me crazy, bro...he said we were like a vampire coven and he was the head." When the silence was broken by Winston's laughter, Matt let go of Lisa's tit and punched his friend in the shoulder. Silence ensued. Then Lisa continued. "He said that since he made Mom his slut first, every incestuous connection in both our families came from that...I was his slut, too." Matt was licking the bottom curve of her perfectly formed tit. Lisa waited until she felt Margie start to lift up and she straightened out the finger that had invaded that beautiful asshole. When Margie sat back down, she groaned and started fucking herself on Lisa's stiff digit. "You too, Margie." She was barely able to speak -- her brother's lips and teeth were working her overly-sensitive nipple and his stiff cock was working her clit as she pressed and humped herself at him. "We talked about you, lover...he said if you were really a part of all this...then you were his as well." Margie was so close to reaching her peak; she felt her nipples harden into long, dark bullets and her clit poked out as she rubbed lightly around it. She caught Matt's eye, "Please, *Master*, may I say yes?" she whispered in his ear. When he smiled at her and nodded his head, she flew over that peak; her pussy released enough juice to coat Lisa's fingers and another one found its way up her beautiful ass. Lisa looked at her brother. He was, she thought, much too calm and collected about all this. She was no longer afraid and she was getting extremely turned on, aware of every touch of his cock against her, every lick and kiss and suck of his lips and tongue on her warm, moist flesh. "He called me one night and asked me if I'd meant it...that I would be his slut. God, I was dieing, baby. You just don't know what guys like you and Uncle David do to us poor little girls. I said yes and he emailed me instructions. I packed some wicked outfits and some toys and I went to a hotel downtown. There was a keycard waiting for me...David said I could help myself to the mini-bar or room service while I waited. He told me to get there at 5:00pm and I shouldn't have to wait more than an hour. So I had some wine and I took a bath and it was about 5:30 and I was getting kinda nervous. I took a half tab of some herbal-X...it was so good. When it started to kick in, the door opened...God, I so wanted to be fucked, Matty, I couldn't believe it!" Margie was gushing all over her hand, but her brother was still in total control as she told him her story. "Oh My God!! It was Brian, baby! Not David...his son!" Lisa couldn't take it any more. She put her hands around her brother's face and looked right into his eyes. And of course, she realized the obvious. "You knew!" she squealed with delight as brother and sister shared a deep kiss. "When...what...tell me, little brother...what do you know?" Matt turned to Winston. "Make yourself useful, dude. Light me a joint and give me something cold to drink." As he waited for his good bud to take care of him, Matt turned to Margie with a smile. "How's your pussy feel, baby? You worked it hard tonight, huh?" The sexy Asian coed wet a finger in her mouth and drew it down slowly over her *Perfect 10* breast and her flat stomach until she was rubbing ever so softly over her tender, swollen mound. "*Ta shr buh tso*...not too bad..." she replied in Chinese, "but always open for you, *Master*." "No, sweetheart, not tonight." He took the joint from Winston, took a deep drag and gave it to his sister. After a long swallow of cold water, Matt handed the glass back to his good friend. He nodded towards Winston's wet dream. "She'll suck your cock again if you want. But if you fuck her...use her ass, okay?" Then he took the joint out of Lisa's hand, took one more drag himself and then handed it back to Winston, too. "Listen, bro...I don't mean to be rude...but I'm gonna be concentrating on my sister for a while. Why don't you and Margie move up to the head of the bed, okay?" Matt lifted Lisa and placed her on her back across the lower part of the bed. Taking a large feather pillow in one hand, he lifted her and slid the pillow underneath her saucy little bottom with the other. Lisa was sooo ready for this; in her mind, everything before had been appetizers leading up to the main course...her sexy younger brother's big, thick beautiful cock. God, how she loved him! Her still-tanned flesh was moist and flushed from the little mini almost-orgasms that Winston provided via his talented tongue. (She avoided the big O as Matt had made a point of telling his friend NOT to make her cum.) Now, with the pillow beneath her, Lisa watched her brother's face as he sat cross-legged between her spread and upraised thighs. Her breathing got shallower and her heart rate increased as he inched closer to her hot, wet core. As much as he appeared to be in control, Matt was every bit as excited as his older sister. His ice-blue eyes locked on to hers as he slowly leaned forward, bringing his talented tongue ever closer to her slick, shaved mound. He'd been waiting forever, or so it seemed to the young man, and his time was at hand. He touched her briefly, with the tip of his tongue, on that little ridge that separates pussy from pucker. He smiled at her when she gasped. "Did you think Uncle David would have called you like that without talking to me first?" Without waiting for an answer, Matt started licking in circles around her dusky pink rosebud. Lisa could only moan an answer. "At first, *he* was planning on meeting you, Lis'. He slid his finger into her moist little fuck-hole, lubricating it with her succulent crème. "He called me earlier that week...asked me if I minded if he sent Brian to fuck you." He withdrew the coated digit and found her asshole with the tip. "When David told me that Brian was already sleeping with Mom..." Matt pushed his finger up Lisa's clenching bowels with one thrust and Lisa, Margie and Winston all groaned together. "I figured it would be cool to talk to him after...you know...your brother and your first cousin, sitting around..." He thrust a second finger past her sphincter and started to stretch her out. "Comparing you and Mom...talking about how we like to fuck you. So I told him okay. But I never really heard any of the details. You can tell all of us now." Matt started to lick his sister's puffy lips as his fingers twisted in her ass. Suddenly, he remembered his mother's phone call. He looked up from between his sister's thighs. "Hey, Lis', before you do...what did Mom say before?" Lisa was having a hard time listening to her brother. His fingers were fiddling with her ass like a concert violinist playing a Stradivarius...and the idea of her brother and her cousin discussing her like that...it just made her cunt flood. But she tried to respond...she knew Matt wanted to hear about Brian and St. Louis. "Uncle David...unghh...is paying for a *huge* suite at a downtown hotel for Parents' Weekend." Her voice was low and gravelly and it made her brother's cock as hard as rock. "Mom and Dad, the three of us and Brian." Margie was moaning along with Lisa as she pictured the possibilities. "And new people, too, Matty. Brian is bringing his fiancée, Kathy, and her brother, Andy." Matt looked at her with a question on his face. Lisa's dark brown eyes were slits of pure lust. "Brian brought Kathy to our house one night. Daddy fucked her while Brian did Mom...then, Kathy told them that she and Andy have been having sex with each other since her senior year of high school." She tried to climb his fingers, thrusting her ass up off the pillow. "Brian told Mom that he looks just like you, Matty...he said you could be brothers." Matt felt his sister's colon start to clamp down ...she was so close to cumming...but then he took his fingers away, leaving her feeling so empty. "Matty," she moaned her loss, "what are you doing to me, baby?" Lisa moaned again feeling her brother's hands under her ass. He pulled her forward until her gaping rosebud was winking at the ceiling. Then he slid his long fingers up the back of each thigh, pressing her knees against her breasts. "Hold them wide open, baby," Matt growled as he slid his hands back down the hot moist flesh, "while you tell us about fucking our dear cousin Brian." Matt's fingertips slid through Lisa's creamy slit, playing lightly over her hyper-sensitive, hairless cunt lips from her erect little clit to her stretched-out sphincter. Then he took the shaft of his cock in his hand, lining up the thick head with her gaping hole. Pinching her clit with his other hand, Matt plunged his pole deep into her receptive bowels. "Talk to me, *slut*. I want to know what happened." Lisa gasped as her younger brother's fingers found her swollen clit and then groaned as he lodged his thick, meaty prick deep in her ass, filling her completely. She never felt as good as she did when her brother's magnificent cock was somewhere inside her. He slid his hips upwards, withdrawing his cock. "Ohhh, Matty..." Lisa moaned her loss, but then, quite unexpectedly, she felt his fingers holding her gaping sphincter open and his tongue slithering into her ass. Then she remembered...her *Master* wanted to her about her encounter with their cousin. "Oh God...that feels...unnnggghhh..." Matt plunged his thumb into her pussy, searching out her G-spot. "Please, Matty..." He really didn't want to stop reaming her butt-hole, but he had to get her back on track. "Keep talking, Lis'..." he grinned at her -- his eyes were slits of fire as he took his cock in hand and once again plunged it deep into her backside. "Or I'll stop what I'm doing." He pulled himself out, his thick head making a *plop!* as it passed her rubbery ring. Looking down, he mumbled to her, "God, Lis', I love the way your asshole stays open...like it's waiting to get filled up again." And again, he drove all ten inches into his sister's warm, tight bowels until his balls slapped against her upraised cheeks. He pulled his thumb out of her pussy and replaced it with two long finger that he used to massage his cock through her cuntal wall. *Fuck, it felt awesome!* Lisa was losing her mind as her brother continued his sensual assault on her vulnerable flesh. "He was so surprised, he told me. He was expecting Mom, but he was real happy that it was me, baby." Matt again replaced his fat cock with his tongue, licking and poking deep into her anus. "He asked me if I was really Uncle David's *slut*. I said yes. He asked me what that meant and I told him that I would do *anything* he wanted for the weekend." It took all of her concentration to keep going. Her brother was moving his tongue and fingers (and occasionally his cock) back and forth between her hot, bare mound and her open and excited dusky pucker. "Margie," Lisa tried to get her attention, "you'll meet him soon. Brian, our cousin...about 6'2" of beautiful stud with red hair, blue eyes, slim body and really great cock." She heard the beautiful Asian girl mumbling something about 'great cock'. "He told me later that Daddy said he loved sucking him so much that he could come over anytime he wanted a blowjob. Anyway, first, when he kinda got over the shock of finding me there instead of Mom, he told me since freshman year in high school, he thought about me when he jacked off." Matt stopped chewing on her pussy lips for a moment. He looked up towards the head of the bed. "He was always so popular and athletic...even as a little kid. Lisa and I both were not. It wasn't until freshman year that Lisa changed. She changed from a kid to a complete hottie." He resumed eating her, devouring her essence. Then looking up again, he said, "He really is beautiful, *Mai Ling*...all through college, he was a high fashion catalog model. Great cheekbones, I was always told...I guess a great cock, too." "I smiled at him," Lisa continued, her eyes rolled back in her head, "and told him he didn't have to do that anymore. I was wearing jeans and a little top. He looked at me and told me to take off the top...I think he wanted to see if I would more than he wanted to see my boobs. I turned around and took off my top. When I turned back around, he just stared at my eyes and told me I was beautiful. Then he told me to roll a joint from some stuff he brought. I lit it when I was done rolling and then handed it to him. He still hadn't touched me so when he took a hit, I put my hand on his jeans, over his cock, and I gave him a little squeeze. That got him started!" She giggled at the memory. "He told me to get naked so I gave him a little show -- peeling off my jeans and then my little panties. He *loved* my shaved pussy, *Master*! Then I stripped him and we played around for a little while and then he finally fucked me. It was wonderful, Matty. And then we showered and when I washed his back, I spread his cheeks and tongued his asshole. He really loved that! When he asked me if I 'swallow' cock like Mom, I think I came a little bit. So I turned him around and showed him I could it, too." Matt was back to alternating tongue, fingers and cock in both of his sister's exposed openings. He was immersed in the tastes and textures that kept subtly changing as Lisa's state of excitement altered. He pictured his older cousin as his sister mumbled on about her weekend. As he tongue-fucked his sister's juicy cunt, he thought about his dad's comment. Maybe he would get a chance to find out for himself... *Oh man*! He didn't know where that thought came from! But when he realized the desire was real, it put Matt right back on that insane edge that his father had described. He was ready to start his journey, bringing his hot, sexy sister along for the ride! Matt sat cross-legged directly in front of his sister's upturned behind. He told her to let go of her legs and let them drop slowly over his. Lisa sighed as her legs dropped slowly, not realizing the strain they had been under. Matt stroked her thighs, working up to her perfect mons, bending forward to kiss her clit. Then he nuzzled his way up the hot, moist flesh of her flat tummy until his broad tongue stroked around the underside of her delicious tits. Lisa felt like she was under water, immersed in the total pleasure of being devoured by her brother, her mind filled with graphic images of her time with Brian. "Tell me more..." she heard her brother's voice just before she felt his teeth on her stiff nipple. She was just vaguely aware when he shifted his hips. She thought she heard him again -- "Talk to me, baby," he said, just before he drove his stiff cock fully into her in one thrust. "UNnnnngggghhh...God, Matty...you're so fucking big." He brought back nine inches, very slowly, and then plunged to the hilt again. "He made me dress all slutty and then took me to the hotel bar so guys could hit on me." Again, her brother slowly withdrew his rock-hard slab until just the thick, spongy head was between her pussy lips, paused and then filled her completely again. He was making her crazy -- they both knew it. There was nothing on earth that could make him vary the pace and the depth of his stroke. It was a sensual torture that his father taught him and he was well into the first stage as Lisa kept talking about her weekend. "We got kicked out of the bar...went back upstairs to order room service. *Oh fuck, Matt!!!* Oooh yessss!" Matt felt her crème coating the length of his cock as she mini-climaxed when he bit her other nipple. "The room service waiter was a great guy...45 maybe 50 year old black man...very classy and *very* fit. Brian gave me to him...he wanted me to lick his ass before he fucked me. After, Brian gave him a hundred-dollar bill -- told him to tell all his friends in the kitchen to take good care of us all weekend. And they did, baby, they really did!" Matt kept the same pace as he continued to fuck his sister's hot, wet cunt. But now, when he was fully in her, he twitched his cock-head against her cervix before he withdrew. He was moving to stage two of his father's technique. He kissed the curve of her shoulder where it met her neck and then slid his lips up the moist, cinnamon skin until he could whisper in her ear. "Love your cousin, Lis'?" "Ummm hmmm," she moaned her agreement, "he's so beautiful, *Master*." She couldn't believe the way he was fucking her! "Gonna keep fucking him, baby cakes?" "As long as you let me...as long as he wants me. Oh FUCK ME, MATTY!!!" Lisa screamed as she climaxed again while feeling her brother's cock twitch against the opening to her womb. "Will you let me, Matty?" she asked when she could speak again. "Sure, baby, sure..." Matt kissed his sister, falling in love all over again with her soft, supple lips and her teasing tongue. "Was he as good as the bald, black posse? Wanna make babies with him...like you want to...with *Henry*?" Matt took Lisa up another level; when he mentioned Henry's name, his thumb plunged through her stretched-out anal ring and up her ass - all the while maintaining the same tempo and depth (and little cock twitch) like a fucking machine. Lisa was babbling and moaning as her brother's words started to penetrate her conscious mind. Babies...Henry..."Oh Jesus! Ohhh FUUCCCKKK!" she screamed her climax without knowing it. She was only vaguely aware of her ass clamping down on his thumb; it felt so good...so right...but he was making her *COMPLETELY FUCKING CRAZY* fucking her the way he was. She managed to find some words as her lust-filled eyes found his. "You heard me, Matty? Ooooohhh.. OH! OH!" She came again, picturing the African Adonis who'd fucked her so well earlier that night. "He told me, Lis'...didn't want to get on my bad side." Matt smiled darkly at his sister. "You would make beautiful babies, no doubt." He slid another finger into her, grinding along side his thumb. Lisa reverted to mumbling sounds, not words, as her brother played his sensuous symphony all over her perfect, young body. Her cunt was gripping his hard, thick cock like the walls had fingers and her ass was eating his fingers with every plunge. It was getting to be impossible for Matt to continue much longer. If he would have let himself, he could have cum anytime in the last ten minutes. As it was, he knew he had only a limited amount of time to bring both of them up the final level...on the edge. Their bodies were slick from their exertions, providing a full-body lubricant to the incestuous siblings as they rocked back and forth against each other. Sensing his sister was riding the crest of a huge orgasmic wave, Matt withdrew his long, hard, cum-coated prick from her exquisite pussy and his thumb and finger from her bowels. Shifting only slightly, Matt's cock found her dusky pink hole and he was up her ass in one smooth stroke. He watched his sister carefully as her eyes started to roll back with no apparent focus. When he pulled back and then fucked her asshole again, her eyes changed back again to the lust-filled slits he cherished. "Ooooohhh, Matty...unghhh...OH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK unnnnnggggg!!!!" She had never...*never-fucking-ever* felt like this! Three, four, five times he fucked his stiff meat in her ass hard and deep, his balls slapping against her cheeks. Then suddenly he lifted her legs up and moved her away and off his rock-hard pole. He came out of her ass so easily, it seemed like it was a choreographed dance move. Flowing with the cosmic wave that seemed to be guiding his actions, Matt rose up on his knees, his strong, sure hands holding his sister by her trim waist. She was weightless in his grip and with no visible effort, the young man held her above the mattress, turned her upside down and brought her body back in to his. Lisa could not understand what her brother was doing to her. He had never...no one had ever...pushed her farther or harder. Her mind was turning to jelly as the pleasure neurons across her brain and body exploded continuously. Before she knew what was happening, a tremendous rush overwhelmed her as Matt held her with her head down. When she opened her eyes, she was looking at the swollen, mushroom-shaped head of her brother's completely erect cock. She found the drop of pre-cum leaking from his piss hole simply irresistible and moved instinctually to take him into her mouth. Matt opened his sister's thighs and rested them on his shoulders. At the very same time Lisa stretched her sweet lips around the massive corona of the finest cock in her world, she felt her brother's mouth form a seal over her smoothly shaved pussy. When he started to suck...oh so lightly...around her supersensitive clit, she felt the wave take her up a notch to a new level. Her breathing was so shallow and her pulse so rapid; electricity shot through her from where ever their flesh touched. She worked his cock deeper, gently swallowing him when she felt the head slide in to her throat. He couldn't take another minute of the exquisite torture he was putting himself through. He realized, somewhere deep inside, that if he was this far gone then his sister had to be, too. He started to relax the muscles holding back his climax while he slipped a long finger into her cunt, massaging her G-spot. His tongue beat a steady tattoo against the sides of her swollen nub, careful to avoid direct contact. He felt the heat of lust in her mouth as her tongue traced every vein and every ridge of his thick shaft. With all of his will...all of his strength...he lifted his mouth from her fire-hot flesh. "Just think, baby..." he was just barely able to speak, "you, Margie and me, Mom and Dad...Oh! Fuck, Lis'...I'm starting to cum, baby...God...Brian and Kathy and Andy... Ahhh..." he released the first long spurt of his thick semen into her gullet. "All of us fucking each other...and then with the bald, black posse." Lisa slid her mouth back until her lips sealed around the ridge of his cock-head; she needed to taste her brother's love and he complied with another stream across her tongue. He felt her tongue caress his cock, licking all around him. Matt dropped his mouth back to her steamy slit and started nibbling and chewing her clit with his lips. Matt fell slowly on his back, bringing Lisa with him. Their mouths never lost contact with each other's sex. He felt her scream around his thick, hard cock as the sensory overload proved to be too much for either sibling to handle. The vibrations from her lips and tongue triggered a totally uncontrolled release and his thick, hot crème filled her mouth as she struggled to swallow it all. Lisa had already been seeing stars from her brother's lips and tongue...then the G-spot thing...God, he was incredible! It was just about all over for the sex-saturated coed when she felt him gnawing on her clit. *How much could a girl take?* Not much, it seemed. When her brother's hot, thick, slightly salty cum started spraying inside her mouth, her cunt started clenching and clamping and finally squirting her love juice into Matt's mouth. They held each other so tightly, neither wanting their incestuous encounter to end. They were silent as they listened to each other's bodies...taking a last lick and a final suck before they became too sensitive to touch. When Lisa's mind came back to her body, and her breathing resembled something nearly normal, she crawled off Matt's prone torso, turned, and lay down next to him, propped up on her elbow on Margie's bed. Matt smiled up at her when opened his eyes. "Oooh!" he exhaled. "I love you, sis." Lisa looked at her beautiful younger brother, deep in to his eyes. She wanted to stay like this forever. "I love you too, bro," she said just before she kissed him lightly on his swollen lips. She smiled at him and shook her head. "Completely and forever, Matty...I know you know that, right?" "Of course, love," he smiled at her. "You really don't have to prove anything, little brother..." Lisa reached back with her free hand to pull Margie next to them. The beautiful Asian lay down on the other side of their Master and she and Lisa kissed deeply. "We're gonna see those big, beautiful black men several times a week," she said. "You'll kill all of us if you react this way every time, baby." They all looked at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter. Margie put on the cutest, sexiest little pouty face she could manage. "*Master*," she said with a silly Chinese accent, "if you feel compelled to prove it to *me* like that...I wouldn't mind." She paused and looked at them with a very wicked smile. "Maybe...sometime during *Parent's Weekend!*"

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The past few days had been a trying test to Tara’s patience and willingness to follow doctor’s orders. The ever-present tightness in her chest was a constant reminder of what she was planning on doing, but the calendar she’d pinned to the corkboard above her desk served as the unfortunate counterweight to her desires. As long as she didn’t cross everything out until the day marked “YES!”, she’d just have to deal with it in whatever way she could find… mostly caffeinated drinks and sweets, which she was sure were going to do one hell of a number on her figure. Not the best of choices for someone who enjoyed how toned she was, yet an unfortunate necessity given her current situation. But when the cheetah woke up that day and sleepily shambled over to the calendar to mark down yet another day, it was with probably unsafe quantities of joy that she realized the wait was finally over, and she could finally get on track giving herself the body she had always deserved. Or at least paid for, it was all the same really. Bouncing up and down in excitement, just the faintest hint of sloshing emanating from her as it promised even more to come in the future, Tara headed over to the kitchen, preparing the best breakfast she could imagine with whatever was left in her fridge. Knowing that she’d already scheduled a day off for that special occasion, the feline figured she could afford to pig out for once, especially since it wouldn’t be her belly drawing attention when she showed up for work the day after. Tara had never been necessarily ​small;​ her modest breasts had always been enough to at least fill someone’s hand, even if they didn’t stand out that much amidst her more toned body. Most of the eyes that she drew were more interested in the rest of her than her chest, something she was very interested in inverting now that she had the chance. But, doctor’s orders; no filling the implants until a week after they were installed, to give her skin some time to adapt. Of course, she was also told that there should be a week between each filling, but considering how much of the stuff the cheetah had acquired for herself, courtesy of a friend or two with ample access to saline, it was very clear that she had no intention of following any kind of safety instructions. With the breakfast safely packed away, the cheetah giddily walked over to her bedroom, making sure to lock the door for no real reason other than further ensuring she’d be well and alone during this most private moment. Inside of her wardrobe, the cat had been stockpiling an absurd amount of saline bags, fit for draining into dedicated expander implants… implants like the ones she just had packed into herself a week before. Preferring the use of ports over direct injection (figuring that it was better to endure the slight discomfort than have to rely on IVs), she’d been given the option to use a specialized pump, fitted with two tubes that could directly fill her up as long as the machine was provided with enough saline. The mere idea that she’d be hooking herself up to something like that, only to flip a switch and watch herself grow, was enough to get her legs quivering; so much so that Tara had to exercise quite a bit of willpower to not just succumb to her spiking libido. No, she had better things to do, she could pleasure herself later. After she was done growing. Finding a comfortable sitting position on her bed, Tara dragged the pump in front of her and observed the small stack of saline bags she’d dragged out from her closet. Each one was marked with a serial number, contained volume, and a silly warning about not using more than one per breast per filling, which the cheetah was more than happy to ignore as she dumped six of the bags into the holding tank and then clicked the button to make the machine grind into action. The industrialized aspect of it was honestly far more alluring than it had any right to be; the power of technology was letting her literally pump her tits bigger, and if that wasn’t hotter than the surface of the sun, she didn’t know what was. Carefully adjusting both pumps to herself, wincing slightly as the first time clicking them into place proved to be slightly more painful than she had expected, Tara gave each of her plump breasts a small squeeze; she wondered whether she should hold them as they grew, or if she should put her hands to a more… productive end. Of course, the dilemma was pointless; she could just do both things at once! A quiet click later and the pump began vibrating gently, the holding tank filled with saline being slowly drained into the two tubes hooked up to the bottom of her chest. For the second time since the original operation, Tara went through the wonderful filling sensation of having the fluids being slowly injected into her implants, gradually bloating them outwards as her skin and fur compensated for the increased size. Much like in the operating room, she marvelled at her chest gaining inch after inch, one hand groping at her left breast with unbridled gusto, the other tracing her toned frame down to her legs, then diverting to the middle to sate some of that burning, aching desire that had been biting at her for an entire week. More and more those bags emptied out into her, the pump obediently carrying on with its assigned task even after the recommended safety dosage had been delivered and Tara’s body began to protest at what was being done to it; much as she wanted to just keep going, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore not just the mounting pressure in her chest, quickly growing from alluring to just outright painful, but also just how loudly she was… creaking? It was odd, and certainly not at all unwelcome, but even in her lust-filled state the cheetah knew that her body wasn’t meant to be ​creaking​ as loudly as it clearly was. But the indicator on the machine was near the end, and it’d be such a shame to let the saline go to waste… So why not weather the storm for just a few more seconds until the pump ran dry? She could rest easy knowing that she’d succeeded in the first challenge she put herself through, after all. Certainly not too much to ask of her body, and as she settled back against the wall and heard the machine grumble when it found its holding tank empty, Tara found herself still in one piece, albeit an incredibly tight and somewhat uncomfortable one. Giving herself some time to let the discomfort wear off, the cheetah was relieved to see the pain go away and be replaced with an omnipresent, yet somehow surprisingly comfortable sense of tightness gripping at her. Her chest had been overfilled to hell and back, that much was clear by how much its contents sloshed and gurgled with each movement she made. Just gently caressing those swollen orbs was enough to send tiny waves crashing inside of them, almost sounding like a half-filled bottle being shaken despite very clearly being stuffed to bursting. Perhaps the most surprising and welcome addition was the gentle, soft creaking that filled her ears whenever she dared to actually squeeze down on one of her tits, her skin’s roaring protest at how much it had been forced to stretch being translated into the equivalent of a latex doll being played around with too enthusiastically. Or at least that’s as close as Tara could describe it, really. With those tits filled to near twice their previous size (and absolutely close to bursting, all things considered), Tara took some time before she found herself able to stand up, taking a few tries after finishing up with herself to get up on her shaky, quivering legs. On doing so, the cheetah very nearly kept going forward, practically splatting onto the ground from how much her center of gravity had shifted. Though large, those orbs’ size belied how truly ​heavy​ they were, leaving Tara to bite her lip when she felt the full weight of those sweater puppies bearing down on her chest and back. Eager to see how they looked on her, and desperately wanting to hear them in “action”, Tara rushed to the bathroom, hoping that those things complimented her figure as much as she hoped they did. Along the way, the feline had to do multiple stops, not because of being tired out, but because the cacophony of slorshing and the nigh-deafening creaking began getting to her, and the poor kitten had to take a few breaks to keep herself from succumbing to pleasure yet again, over and over. The only worry in her mind was how soon she could fill herself up even more; there was no way she was about to just be satisfied with that size alone, even if it was so large that her body seemed to reject it. But while others might hear the creaking and think about how dangerous it was, all Tara could picture was how much ​bigger​ she was going to be… and how much louder her chest would get! Finally squeezing herself into the bathroom, her spirits soared even higher than they already were once she saw the full reflection staring back at her. Sure, both of her tits were so swollen that the yellow was matted with streaks of red, visible stretch marks straining their surface, but it was hardly important when they were halfway down to her navel despite still being so perky as to remain near-perfectly spherical. Tara found herself absentmindedly playing with the injector ports, her mind wandering, projecting just what she’d look like in but a few week’s time. But enough of that for that day; even Tara knew better than to push her limits when they presented themselves, and those overstuffed balloons weren’t going anywhere bigger until her skin had enough time to stretch to accommodate it. Even if she was intent on not waiting a full week. The following few days were a roller coaster ride of emotions, ranging all the way up from “utterly ecstatic” down to “drunk on happiness”; it seemed like negativity had gone the same way her old size did, consumed by a chest that refused to fit into anything the cheetah happened to own and made sleeping a chore from how loud it was. The first couple of nights were terrible, the only time she felt anything other than complete and utter elation at her new self, seeing as the cheetah had to devise a completely new way of sleeping that didn’t involve bumping her tits into anything. They were incredibly sensitive, and even if they weren’t, the creaking and roiling saline would wake her up whenever she moved too much. And as much as she cherished the idea of waking up buried by her own chest, the last time she’d tried to sleep facing upwards gave her terrible nightmares. The amount of engineering required to keep her tits comfortable ​and​ silent was probably enough to justify giving her an honorary degree, but the feline managed… even if she knew that duct-taping her tits together and carefully laying on her side wouldn’t be a long-lasting solution. Once again she found herself staring at the calendar, waiting for the days to count down until the next filling, hoping she’d make it that far without doing something stupid. Every day she would wake up and hug herself, causing her ears to be filled with by-now-familiar sounds of her bust struggling under pressure. And every day the big cat got one step closer not to her stated goal, but to her true one. Seven days she had to wait until the machine could be pumping her fuller again. The cheetah managed an admirable five before she was sitting on her bed and dumping six saline bags into the pump, giggling like a lunatic and smiling like a predator looking at a particularly juicy meal. Which, all things considered, described the cheetah pretty well in that situation. Except she wouldn’t be eating this prey, oh no. She had better plans for it, plans that would make her old life look like a distant memory. Disregarding the multiple warnings and labels telling her that what she was about to do was incredibly stupid, dangerous, and potentially deadly, Tara sealed the pump and attached the two tubes to her injector ports, the small click and imperceptible change in pressure being the equivalent to a full dose of caffeine on full blast as far as the cat was concerned. But that much was nothing compared to what went through her head after turning the machine on properly and sending all of that fresh filling directly into her. If the previous injection had made her original operation seem like a joke in terms of how much she enjoyed it, this third one took the second and knocked it out of the biggest ballpark it could find. Tara barely had a second to react before she was hit with the biggest wave of sensory overload she’d experienced in her entire life, a confusing mess that the cat was just barely aware of from behind the thick cloud cover of carnal delight her brain was being flooded by. Had she the mental capacity to digest what she had just thought, she still probably wouldn’t care about how ridiculous it sounded; all that mattered was feeling and ​hearing​ herself getting bigger with each glug, with each tiny bubble of saline being pressure-hosed into her, struggling to find room in a pair of overstuffed udders that were already packed so full as to have no space left for more. But she found room. And if she didn’t, Tara just ​made​ it. It didn’t really matter that the creaking was getting worse by the second, or that what had become a pleasing stuffed sensation had returned to being an intensely discomforting tightness and pressure. For her, the fact that her body was clearly signalling that she should stop, turn back and not think about doing this again was utterly irrelevant when put side-by-side with the glorious image of her bust slowly covering her field of view, until her lap vanished from sight and the two orbs were forced to smush against one another from how full they were becoming. Granted, it was starting to feel quite painful, she wasn’t going to lie about that, but for every wince and stab of her pain receptors, her pleasure center flooded her with far too many endorphins to really care, letting the cheetah drift away into a sea of hazy lust from which she hoped never to return from. It wouldn’t be until some time later that she came to, after the machine began loudly beeping, the sign that it was empty and either needed to be turned off or refilled. Tara rubbed her head, slightly disoriented and wondering just how much time she had lost; the sun seemed to have moved outside, and it was certainly hotter as well. Did she just lose several hours in her blissful state? Looking down at herself certainly seemed to indicate as much; her legs were completely blocked from sight, needing her to crane her neck just to catch a glimpse of her knees, all the while forcing those gigantic saline tanks to make so much noise that she actually flinched… which only caused them to bounce even harder and generate even more noise, and so forth and so forth. It seemed like, regardless of what Tara did, her body refused to be quiet, be it either with the crashing waves of the twin lakes she was carrying around, or her skin screaming in pain in a delightful, ear-filling creaking. Her chest was more saline than cheetah, and that’s exactly how she liked it! Barely even thinking about what she was doing, Tara leapt to her feet and wobbled all the way to the wardrobe, nearly falling over several times as she failed to consider the heavy weights now attached to her chest. Each step created so much sloshing from the fluids packed inside that the cat failed her willpower check and just spent five minutes groping herself, head against the closet’s door, mouth open and panting, hot air breathed out every time she lifted one of those colossal tits just to hear it creak and slursh about with its delicious contents. It was stimulation of a kind she had never even dreamed of, and it didn’t take an extra hand between her legs to bring her over the edge and far away; just her tits were enough, another curious dream kink of Tara’s that the mewling kitten could now say she accomplished. Panting and gasping for breath, desperate to recover if only to get back at pleasuring herself with her chest alone for the second time, Tara looked at the contents of the wardrobe she’d been using for support. Inside was enough saline to go for a couple more rounds similar to the last two. Her eyes almost glowed, alight with greed and desire from the promise that all of those bags represented. In that moment, her wildest wish was to just rip them all open, pour them into the pump and let destiny decide whether or not she’d taken it too far. With teeth bared and a thin trickle of drool falling from her mouth, it took the last few ounces of moderation and force of will left in the cheetah to stop herself from doing something she’d immediately regret, and with a heavy heart, she backed off from the closet and made her way to the bathroom slowly. It’s almost unnecessary to point out she had to stop several times in the ten or so yards that separated her bedroom from where she wanted to go. At least the kitten got her wish to achieve climax purely from playing with her bouncing, overstretched tits… about a couple of times before walking in and getting an eyeful of that glorious body she’d just given herself. There was no doubt about it, they were now each about as wide as her own torso was, beautifully stacked next to one another so everyone could see both of their curvaceous forms from behind, regardless of what she was wearing. So close to covering her navel, yet so far… … maybe next time.

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(F x3 TF, varius human/cow mixes) Farlane ranch was was falling on hard times, since the old owner passed. Too old to keep up with it all before he went, the number of livestock dwindled, and when the last bull went on from old age before the rancher himself, he was not replaced. Now the remains of the ranch fell to his three daughters. They all had a hand at ranch work when they were younger, but had gone off to do grander things- Mae was a Magister and Maggy was an Alchemist ... Mary was a chef, but that isn't so important. The point is, they all wanted the ranch for different reasons and the property was large enough for them to build the structures to each set up a place on this little slice of heaven- but none of them could do it if the ranch itself tanked. They immediately purchased a new bull to service the remaining cows, but new calfs needed time to be born and grow, new cows were not going to just magically start appearing. Right now paying the driver of the milk truck to ship their product out would almost offset the actual profit entirely. They basically had enough to make sure all three of them had strong bones and full fridge and that was it. But Mae had an idea to give them a profit spike to give them funds to keep things rolling till they had enough cows. There was something the three of them had in common with the cows- they were female, and they were mammals. That meant they could also create milk. Mae toiled in the main house for days with the help of Maggy while Mary cooked them all delicious meals. They had been apart for some time now but even over the course of only a few days the sisters could tell living together on the ranch again would be great. Maggy created several potions distilling the bovine essence, and Mae used the inert essences to create transformative potions with her magic. With these potions they would be able to transform themselves to be more cow like and create their own milk! The only problem was that since this was all theoretical work on their part, they had no idea how long it would take to wear off... so they were all stuck on the ranch for the duration of the effect, but that was fine. Mary held up one of the strange potions and peered into the contents as it sort of looked like two different kinds of food coloring mixing, then one, then two again. "Should it be... changing colors?" Maggy laughed. "Oh gosh no, that is a terrible sign." "Then why are we drinking it?!" Mae shook her head. "Because most of the effects are through the magic, the potion has become topical." "That... doesn't really answer my question at all." Maggy shrugged as she lead them into the large but mostly empty barn. "It will work, we just don't know how well or in what way. Alchemical research has never created an actual transformation potion, like Mae said it is mostly the spell, the potion I made was inert, it was basically just the essence of the cows that told the spell what we wanted from it." Mae nodded. "And that is all fine and well but there is a lot to a cow, but only really one feature we need- the milk production. But the spell was getting information on the full cow DNA. That is why the color is shifting- all of the potions we created will do what we need, but what ELSE it happens to do is somewhat chaotic- the milk is the only consistant factor between all of them. So we will be a little cowish... no big deal... right? No one will see us." For once even Mae started to sound a little uncertain, like she was trying to convince herself toward the end rather than Mary. To help ease them all, Mary nodded. "Right, cows are kinda cute. And they get to laze around in the sun all day. And, the effects will wear off... r-right?" Maggy nodded, patting the case she held. "That is why we made so many. We don't know how long these last, and we need to up production quite a bit, so we may end up having to take several before we get into the clear." She glanced down at her modest bust and blushed as they all slipped into the shade of the interior barn. "This will be weird... milking ourselves together. But, we are sisters right, we stick together." The three of them nodded together. They moved the hay bales around and old empty crates to create seating for themselves and created almost a sort of giant nest for them, moving the unused milking equipment there as well. They hand-milked cows too, but when population got bigger more got moved to machine milking, while only the best behaved, beloved cows continued to be hand milked. Now with three owners and few cows, all of the current cows were being hand milked. All blushing and nervous, they started to strip infront of each other, occasionally making a joke about how naughty it seemed, stripping together in a barn. It was a huge plot of land and no one else should be coming by, so no one was going to see them. They could run naked through the fields all day and never be spotted. Perhaps because she is such a good chef, Mary was a bit more portly than her sisters. Not really fat just a bit... soft. Also as a result of this, her breasts were a bit larger and a bit droopier, they were E cups already without help. Whatever genetic gamble Mae had won resulted in her turning out a bit taller than her siblings, but sported only Ds, making her the least busty. She looked a lot more lanky, because she was both taller and more lean, which is likely why her busts growth was stifled. Maggy was a middle ground of the two, the same height as Mary but with average figure and DD breasts. Mae had an incredibly long tightly braided ponytail, Maggy's was just short of shoulder length but had very long bangs, and Mary's was untamed to the small of her back. All three had the same loosely wavy sandy brown hair, and dark green eyes. Always finding a way to overcomplicate things, Maggy rolled a dry erase board and started to do some rough drawings on the board showing a spectrum of theoretical forms. A woman with cow ears and tail and giant breasts, a similar woman with four breasts, one with an udder, and then finally an actual cow. She explained that fetish idols have been made of all the above throughout history as simbols of fertility. The potion would go to work on them to give them what it thinks they want, but because it is topical it will be most prominant where it is first applied. Which means if they apply it to their crotch they will most likely grow an udder. If they apply it to their breasts, they MIGHT still grow an udder, but will most likely just get much bigger, super productive breasts. With the instructions out of the way they nervously glanced between one another trying to see who would go first. Calling them both babies even though she was just as nervous, Maggy got up and took a potion, dumping it over her breasts before sitting back down. Even nude they were all plenty warm, it was the peak of summer and the sun outside was blazing, but now her breasts started to radiate their own heat. She rubbed the potion on them and made sure to coat it to the bottoms as well and in the valley between. Her nipples became erect from the touching and her skin firmed up a bit as well. She flinched as she felt a drip threatening to roll down her torso! She quickly wiped the excess off but then did not know what to do with it and just wiped it off on the sides of her legs. It actually took her a fell second to internally scold herself and wipe it off her legs the best she could and onto the hay. Now that she thought of it, it probably would have been best to wear gloves when doing this. She was right about that. Maggy took a deep breath as she felt her breasts start to firm up on their own, almost looking like they were trying to stand up on her chest, looking more spherical like fake breasts do. Her nipples tingled as well as they veeerry slowly started to grow as well. All three sisters watched, with faces flushed red. The breasts grew larger and rounder, then the skin started to catch up and their shape started to relax a bit causing them to rest into the more proper tear-shape. She giggled nervously and shook her chest gently, feeling the heavy fat spheres sway back and forth. It felt good. The growth felt good and even the movement felt good. Even cows like having their udders touched- massaging the udder before milking can increase production because it relaxes the cow. As Maggy's breasts grew though, they started to look a bit pink. At first she assumed it was blushing from the sensation and rubbing she gave them, but noticed her nipples and areola were also starting to lighten. Her areola started to rise out and get puffy, but the color altered slowly to match the same candy pink as the rest of her boobs were taking, causing them to blend in perfectly. As she shook her boobs around, she could feel her nipples lagging behind. They bent from the movement as well, having become large enough to do so. She could barely see the very ends of them over the curve of her own impressive tits. She wanted to get a better look so she hoised her breasts up but then dropped them again as she flinched from an odd sensation in her wrists. Her breasts slammed into her torso heavily from being dropped so abruptly and yanked her forward a bit. They were so large that bending even a little forward caused the lower curve to brush her thighs. Maggy brought her hands up to see what the strange feeling was and went wide-eyed as she seen her hands compacting! The bones inside were starting to fuse together from the wrist up! Her nails started to thicken greatly and turn black as her fingers were forcefully squeezed together and became one as if her flesh was made of modeling clay. She should have worn gloves! Or been aware enough to wipe it off better- the potion soaked into her hands and was turning them into cloven cow hooves! Her thumb and pinky receeded a bit and the nails overtook most of their mass, turning them into dew claws. The rest fused into one giant hoof on the end before a surge of inner growth yanked it in half again, giving her the two segments of a cloven hoof. Maggy was planning to use the dry erase board to pass the time while being milked... that will be rather hard without hands. Her ears started to tingle and heat up from emberassment of making such a mistake in front of her sisters, but realised that it was also because they were starting to turn into huge leaf-shaped cow ears. Tangent transformation- the ears and tail were consistant across most theorized forms, they likely would have turned no matter what so those did not concern her. What did concern her was a pressure on the underside of her breasts all of a sudden. Were they mutating in another way? She reached under her giant tits but had to sort of feel around using her wrists and fore arm, since her hands were solid hooves now. Her eyes went wide as she realized an unexpected mistake! Clearly a full potion was too much, because the remaining excess that had been clinging to the underside of her boobs slapped against her torso when she let them drop, creating two circles of remnant potion which were now quickly turning into two more breasts! At first it was just fat deposits and nothing more, forming two broad bubbles of flesh, but then as they grew they started to tingle and send jolts of pleasure into her, causing Maggy to flinch and jiggle against them. The nerves were forming for breasts, and the mammary glands were forming inside to create milk. Digging into the fat from within the nerves and milk ducts spread like roots outward till the concentrated forward growth caused a bump to appear on the end of both mounds- the start of nipples. These were going to match her top breasts though, so the nipples never darkened, and also oddly did not form areola at all, they remained pink like the flesh that bore them. By now her top breasts had stopped growing, with fat teat-like nipples that looked the size of pinky fingers. When she shook her breasts she could feel the teats flop around on their own, drooping just a little from their own weight. Maggy tried to lift her breasts so her second set would not jam themselves into the undersides fighting for space on her torso, but they were so large that lifting them smushed them into her face. Maggy then tried to lean back while holding them up but the tingle of change shot up her legs surprising her, causing her to fall completely over onto her back. Her giant breasts rolled right over her face a moment before wobbling back into place on her chest. On her back, the breasts flattened a little bit, causing them to spread out over her arms partially, and the weight felt like a sack of potatoes sitting on her. The potion she wiped onto her legs earlier was now having the same effect as on her hands! Her feet were stretching out, causing her overall leg structure to become much longer. Cows do not have long legs, but the transformation was not affecting her from the knee up, which would be much shorter on a cow. At least her second set of boobs had room to grow like this and bulged in size, the nipples fattening up into teats as they wobbled entirely on their own from the movement of the growth itself. Maggy clenched her toes from the sensations but soon enough they were clenched because they had fused together into a single mass. The other two sisters winced at the muffled popping sounds coming from her feet, thinking it hurt, but it was almost the opposite. She lay still breathing heavily even after it stopped, not sure if it had really ended or not. Her heavy breaths caused her breasts to wobble around and gently slap into one another. Her lower breasts were not as big as the top ones, though the teats were the same size. She started to wobble more violently, looking like she was convulsing for a moment before the other two realised she was trying to sit up but was pinned by the weight of her tits! Either sister took an arm and heaved her up into a sitting position, having to try twice after realising she needed to spread her legs. There was not enough room for her to sit normally without jamming her head between her top breasts. She had to spread her legs wide so the bottom two could flop down between them to give the top pair space to sit on them. She squirmed a bit feeling her breasts all rub one another, glancing at her entire body. "Well, could be worse I suppose. Not having hands will suck though. Weird." She looked her hoof over. "My arms are not changed at all, still fully human, just my hands changed, so it is sort of like having them in some sort of bondage. Also weird I did not get a tail... all my theorized forms had a tail." Mary chuckled. "You sound disappointed." "Well... I mean we have to transform anyway, kinda... wanted... to know what a tail was like." Mae went to grab a potion vial. "Well, one full vial seems too much volume, so I can just smudge a bit of mine on your tailbone if you really want." Mary tilted her head a bit, glaring at Maggy's prodigious chest. "But, you will have milk still, accidents aside? This whole thing is for the milk after all." With a hoof, Maggy pressed into her top boob near the mound that was her invisible areola and white beads immediately appeared on her teat. "Oh yes, I can feel it inside. The weight is... immense. I mean these boobs are very heavy on their own, with milk in them as well I don't think I can walk till I get milked. My back just wouldn't be able to lift these. Good thing I did this sitting down." Mae struggled with the stopper on her potion vial, it seems this one was on especially tight. It finally came out with a loud pop, but she had to use so much force to twist it out that the vial went flying out of her hand as well, spinning in the air before landing in her lap and dumping its contents on her! Both other sisters groaned in sympathy as Mae quickly grabbed her clothing from beside her and used her shirt to sop up the spilled potion. It hit her upper crotch but she was quick to correct the error and get it before it touched much else for any length of time. Maggy shook her head. "You caught it quick but uh, I am pretty sure it is too late to avoid an udder..." Mae clicked her tongue. "At least I will have a lot of milk, I guess. Oooh, yea, I can feel it." The area just over her pussy started to turn pink and puff up as if having an allergic reaction to something. Her changes felt like warm tingling surges, and started at her crotch but seemed to radiate out into the rest of her. She started to gently rock forward with each pulse from the feeling and the skin bloated out a bit with each. Four bumps became visible from the front of the growing hill- the dawn of four new teats. Her forehead felt cold for some reason, and none of the sisters noticed but two circles of skin started to lose color as the blood drained and the flesh went numb there. No one had noticed but when the vial spiralled in the air, many droplets had landed on her head. From the bottom up, the color drained from one half of her braid turning it snow white. From the top down the other half of her hair darkened to pitch black. Mae clutched the growing sphere on her, now the size of half a soccer ball. She gently kneeded it, urged onward by the throbbing pleasure, and as she gently tugged the base of the proto teats they were urged to grow out bigger and fatter. At this point the mass of the udder itself started to indent a bit, forming four hills fused together rather than one sphere- this was because of the mammary glands forming for each teat. The pulsing in her body started to concentrate, and veins could be seen throbbing in time with the pulses, trailing from the base of the growing udder. Mae's face scrunched up from the feeling of her ears growing like Maggy's had. It felt like someone gently tugging them back, but the touch kept getting progressively farther away- farther than her ears were supposed to go. She also felt the subtle flinching of new muscle at the base and back of the ear that allowed her to pivot them around, directing them toward sounds to better hear at distances. She gave a surprised grunt as her entire skull seemed to pulse, and in one mighty surge two short spike-like horns burst from her head, just in front of either temple, pointing straight forward! There was no blood or feeling in the skin the horns broke through, but she still felt the uncomfortable squirming of expanding bone- luckily they grew in a single surge. It was only then that all three realised some of the potion must have touched her head, and the other two sisters pointed out her now changed hair, and her face was started to restructure! "Oooooh... feels goood." Mae's voice had gotten incredibly low pitched halfway through her moan. She clutched her udder yet again to kneed it as it continued to grow. The weight was a lot so she opened her legs to let it flop down. Her heavy teats flopped and slapped the surface of the udder from their weight, flicking drops of milk onto the floor! She already had a full tank and it wasn't even done growing yet! She could feel it with her hands too. The surface skin was smooth as silk and soft to boot, but there was a solid pressure inside from the milk. The veins on the surface pulsed bigger and thicker, especially at the base and trailing onto her stomach. Milk veins, huge milk veins. "So goood. Very... nice. Hard to think, dizzy with... pleasure..." She spoke a bit slowly, and Maggy started to wonder if the potion landing on her head might also be affecting her brain. She shifted her weight forward as her tail bone started to squirm its way out, growing quickly into a tassled cow tail. Faded black splotches started to appear on her legs and hips, and matched the white and black splotches on her growing tail, and the twin colors of her hair. She did not grow fur, because she was quick to have wiped the potion off- it just mildly altered her skin color. A bit bigger than a medicine ball now, her udder finally stopped growing. Even when she did not touch it, the thumb sized teats dribbled milk from overproducing. Her lips were thickening and turning pink as well as her nose, and she covered her face for a moment from the sensation of it changing. Under her hands she could feel her nose get bigger and wider, and especially her nostrils getting much wider. It became a bit cool and damp as her entire face started to stretch out. The others heard nothing, but because it was happening in her own head Mae could hear the stretching muscle fibers in her face and the soft clicks of her extending jaw. Her teeth each grew a bit to continue to fill her full jaw, and her tongue grew huge! Breathing heavily like Maggy had been, she slowly removed her hands from her face so the others could assess the damages. She did not have a cow head, like she dreaded. It was not quite human either though. Her face had extended out into a sort of half snout, and given her the adorable vibrant pink lips and nose of a cow. She stuck her tongue out and curved it up and sure enough could reach her nose with it like a cow. Her tongue was so huge she could touch the BRIDGE of her nose with it. She grinned as she picked up her shirt and stood up awkwardly. Because of how her udder grew from her body, it was uncomfortable to stand upright with it when it was full, and she had to walk a bit bow legged to give it room to hang. The flesh on the back of her udder trailed off so immediately close to her pussy it also felt like her vagina was being touched when the udder swung. She wobbled her way over to Maggy who smiled back and squirmed into a sideways sit, so Mae could wipe her shirt over Maggy's butt. Sure enough after a few moments, the tail bone started to stretch out. The shirt was used to mop up the potion, transferring some of the remains back so Maggy could get her tail. Both sisters goofed up their usage of the potion which really made Mary nervous. Her sisters were a lot smarter than she was, so if they fucked it up, she certainly wasn't eager to jump in. Although she was now unknowingly smarter than Mae. It was not just her speach that slowed down- her thoughts were slow and simplified, making her temporarily dumber. Mae also undid her braided pony tail and let her extremely long dual colored hair cascade down over her body. From being braided up the waves in her hair were even more intense than her sisters. At that thought, Mary snapped her fingers. Her sisters! "Maggy, can you apply my potion?" "W-what? I don't even have hands!" "Exactly, if I get it on my hands I might grow hooves. But you can't because you already have hooves, so if it gets on you it has no effect." Maggy was going to argue she couldn't hold anything hardly, but wanted her sister to feel at ease so kept her mouth shut and went ahead with it anyway. She picked up a vial using the crook of the two hoof segments and then another hoof in front to make sure it did not fall forward. She had to use her teeth to remove the stopper, being careful to hold it steady so she did not spill any like Mae had. She went to carefully drip it onto Mary's chest but Mary stopped her and pointed to her own crotch. "Really, an udder?" "Y-yea. Well this whole thing is for milk to make money and get this place up and operational as quickly as possible right? I mean Mae has been dripping constantly without even trying to milk herself. And udder is the most efficient milk factory. We have been milking cows for so long we altered their evolution to have an extreme capacity. And... uh, yea." Mary's pussy clenched a bit at the thoughts running in her head as her lips clenched to not tell Maggy the rest. She had been a bit grossed out at the idea of becoming animal like at first, but her sisters were going to do it, and they needed the funds so she went ahead anyway. After having seen her sisters transformations though she was very aroused, and especially looking at the huge bloated udder between Mae's legs- Mary wanted to try. She wanted to latch on to one of those engorged teats, but would settle for having her own to play with. Maggy dripped some on her but Mary kept asking for more. She wanted to be BIG. The bigger she grew the more milk she made and the quicker they would all be done, right? She pushed her thighs together half to collect the potion in and half to hide her moistening pussy. Maggy was not sure pooling the entire potion in one area would work quite how she expected, but since everything was theoretical she did it anyway. Experimenting was all about trying unknowns and learning from failures, right? The potion formed a triangle pool in Mary's lap as Maggy went back to her own seat to watch. The potion was slow to drain. That was why so much excess was made when Maggy used her own. It absorbs a bit very quickly, enough to create the transformation but then the rest is reluctant to be taken in. Mary was not letting it move from her lap so it had no choice but to oversaturate just that one area. Her crotch was turning pink and starting to inflate long before it had all been absorbed. This caused the pool to shift forward a bit, absorbing it a little faster as her thighs started to eat more of it than expected. Mary's sensations reflected the course of the potion, pulsing in her crotch and then radiating down her legs. Like Mae, the pulses went up into her torso as well but faded much faster. In her legs the pulse remained just as strong right into her toes, as the toenails turned thick and black. Like with Mae, her udder started to shape into four united hills of silky smooth pink flesh, but unlike Mae, it only took a couple of seconds to get to that point. She was transforming much faster. Her thighs started to bulk up and take on the black and white holstein colors like Mae. The pops and cracks of bone in her leg seemd louder and faster, making them sound more violent, but again did not hurt. The bones were not breaking after all as much as it sounded like they were. They were growing thick and dense, as well as changing proportion and position causing them to dislocate and relocate several times, which was the loud pops. Mary went to ease herself back and stretch her legs out to go with the flow of pleasure inside her, but caused a bit of pain, realising she was already growing a tail! She had to shift a bit over onto her left side to not smoosh her tail as she leaned back on her seat. She could not help but moan as her udder ballooned out quite large in a few powerful surges, already putting it near the same size as Mae's. Mary squished her hands into the top of it, pressing it down unable to hold herself back. Thin streams of white squirted from her fat new teats, and the backside of the udder smushed into her pussy causing it to drool its own juices. But unseen by anyone, her pussy lips fattened up and grew as well. Her vaginal passage becoming deeper, her anus puffing up a bit and turning vibrant pink as well. Between the sharp spikes of pleasure and the pulsing growth her udder fought against her hands smushing it down and gave an immense surge. Because she was pressing it down into herself it felt like it was growing inward as well. With a loud half moan, half groan of surprise she went wide-eyed quickly looking down at herself when the growth really did backfire back into her! Her udder became so big so fast it smooshed into her legs and pressed outward on them, inducing a new growth as her hips very loudly popped, and expanded an inch, then twice more in rapid fire, then once more! Her hips were getting huge! Her thighs were becoming thick as hell too, but also changing shape to not be as round, looking more bovine than human. The transformating of her hips was causing her to roll around in her seat so much she toppled right off onto her hands and knees. Mary was forced to shift weight to her new hooves instead of her knees as her leg structure continued to change, and a light coat of fur quickly started to grow in! She kept moaning uncontrollably, red faced and dizzy from the unrelenting pleasure. Her udder swung below her, still getting bigger. Her ears started to grow out into the huge leaf shaped cow ears both of her sisters shared. Her ass was huge now, and looking a bit boxy in shape- like a cow. It did not stop though. Her legs kept bulking up and getting a little bit longer, and her udder kept getting bigger and bigger! Her hips gave off a pop and expanded every few seconds as her gigantic ass got still larger. Her ass alone was almost as big as her entire torso! It was forced to point up into the air just because her legs were so much bigger than her arms. Her pussy was absolutely massive, with thick meaty pink lips. She was practically gasping for breath between helpless moans by the time it finally finished. Drops of sweat were patting the floor almost as fast as drops of milk from behind. She glanced between her arms and legs at the gigantic swinging udder. That was unexpected. She used the entire potion in one area, which caused her entire lower half to become identical to a cow. Not just shape, but also size. Which meant the lower half of her body was several times larger than the upper half, almost making her torso look sort of cone-shaped from expanding so drastically at the hip. Mary tried to stand, and teetered quite a bit. Her spine did not want to let her, but she could still sort-of stand up. To stand up straight she had to bend her legs a bit and let her udder droop down between them, which hurt when it was full because it tugged aggressively on the top of it. Her hips were also locked in a quadrupted state- cows cannot stand on their back legs at all. Even when trying to cover a mate, bovine were astonishingly awkward shifting any weight to their back. Imagine taking a deep bow, and then having to hold that pose while walking, because that was basically what Mary now has to do- her hips refused to go at an upward angle. She did not dare speak a word of it to her sisters, but her rear felt so very empty now that it was so big. Her pussy was huge, and HUNGRY. It needed something to SLAM into her, something big, huge! They tried to hook Mary up to a milking machine but it seems she was expressing milk with such ease the machine could not possibly keep up. They ended up sealing off two of the four hose ends and hooking her up to two different machines so it was one machine per two teats, just to be able to keep up with her. At least the hooves and new leg structure made standing for long periods of time very easy now. The sensation of the milk flowing so steadily through her teats was divine, and the releif of pressure in her udder was just as exquisite. She did not even notice how much pressure was in her till it started to drain. The milking machines were pretty gentle, and sucked rhythmically, making it easy to lose yourself in the gentle pulsing pleasure. They only set up three machines, and setting up more with these altered states was awkward, so Maggy decided to hold her milk for now, let these two uddered dairy queens go at it first. Even though she had no hands or feet, Maggy was by far the most nimble of the three, but was so top heavy she lurched when she walked, but would be able to walk normally when she did finally get milked. While hooking up her sisters, her huge tits kept brushing them, and having to touch their massive engorged udders to attach the suction cups made them all blush, but no one spoke a word of complaint. They were all pretty horny, and they all knew it. Not calling any attention to it was their way of telling one another it was fine and to just go with it. With their huge lumbering forms it was impossible not to press their fat smooth skin into one another. Both sisters even took turns brushing Mary's butt and thighs with their hands, just out of curiosity of what her fur felt like. It was a bit softer than an actual cows fur, likely adopting a slight semblance of her human hair. It took hours to empty them out, because they never seemed to stop. So even while they were draining their milk they were also slowly filling with it again. It was already dark out by the time Mary was done, finally empty for however little time. She felt a hundred pounds lighter, and may very well have been. She awkwardly stomped her way out toward the house to stuff her face and take a breather finally. Her muscles were all a bit weak from the unyeilding onslaught of pleasure from the milking machines. It was not an intense pleasure at all, but it was non stop, and took its toll. Maggy's load was all up top, so to help her get comfortable while milking she had to set up a board for her to rest her head on and drap her arms over, to let her huge tits hang down while sitting in a very leaned over pose. She just listened to some audio books while milking, after she had set herself up. Mae was the one who can most easily set up the machines, but refused to stop her own milking to do it. It felt to good. And she had become a bit stubborn... a bovine trait. She did not listen to audio books or anything, she just wanted to... enjoy the milking. She was supposed to do this after all, being milked was her purpose. She did not grow bored because her brain had devolved to such a simple state, she completely spaced out in the pleasurable rhythem of the machine tugging her fat teats. Every so often she let out a breathy 'muh' or a moan that was eerily close to a cows lowing. Her voice was extremely deep for a human, though still femanine. She could match a cows voice perfectly if she wanted to. Neither sister noticed when Mary did not return to the barn for some time. She had already finished gorging on food, but part of her still felt hungry as hell. Mary stomped over to the occupied pens and let their sole bull out to play. It was not used to being out when the sun set, so while it wandered out of the barn it did not go far, and stood around a bit confused as to what to do. Its herd was still penned up, so what use was the bull? The human also had an odd scent, it smelled like one of his herd, only a bit human. Mary talked to the bull, trying to stupidly flirt with it even though she knew it could not understand a damn thing she said, and likely did not care enough to even listen in the first place. As her clenching pussy relaxed a bit it let out a small burst of pee without her meaning to and she went rigid in surprise. She did not mean to do that! She continued to freeze up though as she noticed the bull immediately perk its head up and sniff the air. It smelled her pussy! Her vagina was fully bovine! The bull moved around her to get a closer smell. She could practically feel the ground tremble with each step he took. It was a Belgian Blue... a species of bovine with a rare genetic mutation known as Double Muscle. As one could assume from the name of the genetic trait- the bull looked like it was about to OD on steriods. Its muscles had muscles. Its neck was thicker than the trunk of an elder tree. Its nutsack was like a sling loaded with two honeydew melons. Mary's eyes locked on the tuft of fur that marked the opening of its long sheath though, but it was behind her before anything peeked out. She had no doubt that he would use as many of those muscles as possible when slamming his cattle prod into her. And she wanted it, so badly. A fricken battering ram into her, slam her internal organs out of the way and stretch her as far as she can possibly go, over and over again. She bent all the way over, touching the ground with her tiny human hands. Mount her already! Mount up and slam into her, blast her with its cum. Make Mary the bull's property! She wanted him to own her! She wanted to be part of its herd, her giant pussy needed it! The bull licked her pussy several times, pushing his tongue in deep. She wanted him to skip the foreplay, though the feeling of his huge tongue made her entire body tremble with even more want. She felt the ground tremble as his front legs left the ground and immediately slammed down onto her. His weight would have crushed her into paste, but her entire lower half was bovine, allowing her to withstand his immense mass as he thrust forward and penetrated her with his full might. Most of the air in her lungs was smashed out every time he thrust in, forcing her to breath with the rhythem of his rutting. Her mind went blank from the pleasure, so she did not notice her forehead numbing as two lumps of bone started to rise up. Pops and cracks could be heard from her torso as it slowly started to get longer, and from her hips upward she started to bulk out, causing her stomach to become huge. Milk veins inched their way up her underside as her udder once again started to grow, and it also started to fill with milk at an alarming rate. Sexual acts were triggering the milk production to go into overdrive. With constant fucking and milking, the body can be tricked into thinking its always pregnant, and thus always create milk. She groaned between his winding thrusts as her arms ached a moment from the increasing weight, and then as if to fight it directly, the bones in them started to pop as well. The bone became thicker and denser, and then longer as her arms grew out, raising her torso higher and higher into the air. Finally her expanding body was becoming able to level itself as her limbs started to match. When her fingers started to merge, they tingled with slight numbness because of how heavily her weight had been on her palms only moments before. She slammed her evolving hooves into the ground as they formed, feeling better and sturdier each time. Like this was what they were supposed to look like all along. Had her humanity been wrong? Maybe she was always supposed to be a cow, in a human body. She suddenly felt a bit queezy at the thought of all the dinners she had prepared that contained beef. She could feed people delicious milk now though! Feed them till they burst! So much thick heavy milk they grow fat... fat like cows. More cows. She could make more cows! Her womb had surely changed as well when her hips did- the bull could theoretically make her pregnant! She could have calfs to feed! She needed to make... more milk for them. More... milk... feed. Fuck, milk, fuck, milk... mooore. Her thoughts very rappidly started to slow and devolve as her neck thickened with a grunt from her. Her vision turned blue a moment as her head was filled with a rush of blood from her much larger veins. Her face started to change to look like Mae's and slowly press out farther, and her horns started to grow larger than Mae. Her udder was still growing, pushing on the insides of her legs and bloating out forward and back. It was squeezed in there so tightly that it no longer rocked with the bull's thrusts, though his big balls still spanked it from behind. Her hips popped again, becoming even wider than a normal cows! Her body continued to swell and grow upward, and her arms not too far behind, looking almost identical to a cow now. The fur started to spread up as well. Her boobs were eventually swallowed up by her chest as it expanded greatly with rapid fire cracking sounds from her ribs turning to bovine size one after another. Her stomach felt like it was swirling around in her, doing a few quick laps around her gut, but in actuality it was splitting into four. Her head throbbed with blood pressure as her heart doubled and then trippled in size. The pressure forced her head out even farther, getting bigger and longer than Mae. Her teeth became huge slabs. She shook her head as her human hair fell away. She couldn't think straight even now that she actually tried. The bull felt too good to ignore for even a second. His giant cock fit her perfectly, like a puzzle peice. Like it was meant to be in her at all times! Mary was completely unrecognisable now as a human, she looked almost perfectly bovine. Except her hips expanded a few more inches, and her udder showed absolutely no signs of stopping. The giant teats were dribbling steadily now, and still it grew. With one final thrust the bull came in her, slamming so deep and hard into her that her front legs buckled, angling her ass up so his cock reached as far into her as it possibly could, and her vision exploded into stars. She let out a giant, low and long moo, then in surprise several short awkward moos, realising she no longer had the ability to speak human words. Her brow furrowed a bit as she tried to remember a few human words that she could say, but could not think of any. The bull dismounted and Mary let out a satisfied blast of air from her huge nostrils, and as if on queue her udder started to give off surges of growth, causing its entire mass to wobble violently, and short bursts of milk to fire out. It was still getting bigger! It was touching the ground and her back legs were still perfectly straight! She mooed at the pressure before her hooves were yanked off the ground! Her entire back half started to wobble with the udder's mass because it had grown so gigantic that it was holding her up off the ground! One inch, then two, then with a great heave the udder seemed to relax a bit, squishing outward, almost to the point of wrapping around her legs and her teats absolutely exploded milk out in four different directions, laying flat out against the ground. It was like four garden hoses. Maggy had no idea what was going on out there, but even if she still had human ears she could have heard the grunts, moans, and mooing just as easily and made some educated guesses. Mary absorbed everything into one area, so the transformation started there, but she also is the only one to absorb the entirety of a vial. Maggy also heard movement around the front of the barn when she let the bull out. They would need to keep one vial even after all this was over with, because Maggy imagined it may be painful giving birth to cattle after Mary turns back human, while still pregnant with bull seed. Maggy reached the end of her current audiobook and looked up to see Mae dripping potion on her udder with the look of a crazed person in her eyes. "What on earth are you doing?!" "I need moooore. I was almoooost empty! Mooore milk! Muh...mooo." She was already starting to pant breathlessly as the sensations throbbed through her, and her udder started to grow again. "Eh. Whatever. Not like I can stop you anyway." She glanced at her hooves. "My hands are tied, so to speak." She was secretly only disgruntled that the other two did it first. At least one of them needed to be mostly human to keep this zoo under control. Mae's slow mind finally thought 'what am I doing' as the drop of potion was already falling through the air and touched her left breast. The nipple immediately hardened and she could feel the gentle but insistant pressure building. Well, too late now, she had to balance it out at least. She let a drop fall to the other breast as well. Her udder started blasting milk into the machine again at full pressure as its growth continued, but started to slow again. She had only used a couple more drops on it. She dropped the stopper on the ground though, and could not reach it without unhooking from the machine. But... it felt too good. She did not want to waste a single drop of her sweet milk. Mae asked Maggy to once again help her. She did not want the rest of the potion, she only wanted to reignite her super production, so the potion needed to be re-corked. Maggy sighed at her currently dim witted sister, and unhooked herself from the milker. She wasn't full enough to leak any if unhooked at least- though she did still need to be milked for a bit yet. She could walk much easier on her hooves now. They were more narrow than feet so it felt percarious, but unlike feet there was no direct feeling in them, making them very sturdy. Unlike Mary, only from the knee down did her legs change as well, which made her extremely tall. When Maggy plugged up the potion again, Mae leaned forward and kissed her with her giant cow lips to thank her, catching her by surprise. Maggy stumbled back a step from the surprise and knocked the potion case onto the floor. Both sisters moaned in concern. "Damnit. I hope they didn't all just break in there, that case was not padded like most potion holsters. It will be a bitch mixing up new ones without hands." She awkwardly grabbed the case between her hooves and lifted it up carefully, listening for the sound of broken glass, but as she tilted it a dulge of potion came out the seam and absolutely covered her in it! "OH! Oh... no. Ooooh n- oooh" Her voice very rapidly deepened. Her entire body started to grow larger and larger. "Oh... yessssss." Two new pink nubs appeared on her upper gut in the shadow of her lower two breasts as new teats, and her crotch started to turn pink. Her tail surged in width and split into two identical cow tails. "Fuuuuck the cooows. This is OUR job nowww!" The sisters had a feeling this would feel like a very, very short summer.

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Title: Ben & Nancy Ch. 09 Tags: tosha, wild movements, sending thrills, nancy ben, mouth ben, cock sank, ben groaned, hot woman, ben felt, breasts began **Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy** Ben, looking forward to another evening of passion with Tosha Brown, walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the apartment building where she lived and pushed the button for her apartment. "It would be nice if we got to eat tonight, too," he thought, smiling. "But if we don't, and we do the things we did last time I was here, I'm not going to complain." Within seconds, the door buzzer sounded. He went inside, up the stairs to Tosha's apartment, and found her apartment door slightly ajar. He walked into the apartment and found Tosha standing in her living room, smiling at him. He looked at her and felt his heart begin to race. Tosha had a soft-looking peach colored robe belted around her. Ben was sure there was nothing under the robe but the woman's slim, lovely body, and felt his cock begin to swell. "You must be hungry," Tosha said, her voice soft and husky. "You're early." "Do you mind?" Ben asked. She licked her lips and gave him a sultry look. "Of course I don't mind," she said. "The more time we have, the better I like it." Keeping her eyes locked on Ben's, she backed to the sofa and sat down on it. Ben walked across the living room and sat down next to her, just far enough away to be discreet. Tosha's eyes continued to hold his, and what she was thinking was very clear in them. "Ah..." she murmured, "I...I made a casserole tonight. It won't spoil if..." Ben leaned toward her as she leaned toward him, then their lips were fused in a torrid kiss. Tosha arms slid around his neck, and his hands moved around her, sending thrills roaring through him. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and her fingers slid into his hair. She moved closer. His cock swelled even more. When the kiss ended, Tosha looked into his eyes. She was breathing hard, her lips were parted, and her eyes revealed the wild emotions roiling inside her. "I know tonight is going to be wonderful!" she whispered. "Just like the last time was!" She pulled his head toward hers and their lips met again. As they kissed, Ben undid the sash holding her robe closed and began kissing her chest and neck. The lithe, lovely ebony-skinned woman cooed with delight and pressed against him. Ben pushed his companion back until she was lying on the sofa and, wide-eyed, stared at her. Contrary to what he suspected, she wasn't naked under the robe. Her sable body was clad in a lacy white camisole and equally lacy thong bikini. The camisole was so sheer he could see through it. Her petite, perfect breasts, their nipples erect, pressed against it. The white lace was a stark, beautiful contrast to her raven skin. Ben gazed at Tosha for a few moments, drinking in her pulchritude. Then, with trembling fingers, he undid the buttons holding the camisole shut and slid the straps down over her shoulders, baring those lovely breasts. He bent and began caressing, licking, and sucking the rigid buds of flesh which topped the ebony mounds. Tosha responded with increasing urgency as Ben drew first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth and lashed them thoroughly with his tongue. His hand went to her leg and began sliding toward her pussy, sending more thrills roaring through her. Ben's hand glided over Tosha's sleek, warm flesh and up between her thighs. He touched her vagina through the lacy fabric of her panties and Tosha groaned. When he touched her middle, Ben realized she was sopping wet! She really was a hot woman! Ben's lips left Tosha's breasts and began to venture downward over her nubile body. The glided over her heaving belly and moved onto her legs. He began kissing her thighs. He could feel Tosha quivering as he adored her with his lips and tongue. This was heaven! His lips moved slowly up her legs, toward her middle. "Oh, Lord, Ben!" she groaned. "You're making me lose control again!" Ben continued exploring her smooth, hot flesh with his mouth. He could feel her quaking and smell her need. When his venturing lips arrived at her pussy, he softly licked the puffy, silken lips through her panties. Tosha's hips rose off the sofa and she cried out. He repeated the action, with similar effect. He shoved her panties aside and plunged his tongue into her pulsing quim. Tosha shrieked and her back arched. "Ah!!! Ben!!! Oh, Lord!!! Eat me!!! Yes!!! Give me your tongue!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben knew how much Tosha loved being eaten and went about doing that with a vengeance. He felt her shudder as his tongue lashed her vagina, speared into her, licked her clit, then slid into her pussy again. Then... "Gaaahhhhh!!!! I'm there!!! Oh, Lord, Ben!!! I'm there!!! Yeah!!! Yeah!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tosha cried as her body went into spasms of ecstasy. Ben felt the impassioned movement of his companion's body, heard her feral groans and kept his mouth pressed against her vagina, his tongue sluicing through the swampy opening, lashing her clit, plunging into her. Her wild movements finally stilled and she fell back on the sofa. Ben stood up and quickly got out of his clothing. His cock jutted in front of him like a pulsing white projectile, purple tip shiny, covered with juices of his excitement. Tosha, her chest still heaving, looked up at Ben and reached for him. "Take me, Mr. Man!" she purred, "I want that thing in me right now!" Ben fell on top of her and felt her hand clasp his shaft and guide it into her. She was as hot as any woman he'd ever known! As his cock sank into her torrid cavity, he felt her lean, strong legs wrap around him, forming a living black belt around his hips and he continued to thrust forcefully. "Yes!!! Oh, Lord, yes!!!!" Tosha groaned, ecstatically as he slid into her. "That's what I needed! Good Lord, Ben, you're incredible!" Tosha's wild movements, impassioned cries, and the tight, quivering clutch of her pussy, merged to give Ben a roller-coaster ride of joy. It wasn't long before he was about to explode. Then a shudder of ecstasy rushed through him and his loins unleashed. "Ah!!!!!" he cried, molten cream gushing out of him, bathing Tosha's insides. Ben's explosion swept Tosha along with him into a whirlpool of rapture. "Yes!!! So hot!!! So hot!!! Lordy!!!! Yes!!! Take me!!!! Take me!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!!" she cried, clawing at him, thrusting her body against his. An hour later, after finally taking the time to eat the delicious casserole she had prepared for him, they were in Tosha's bedroom, on her king-sized bed. the gorgeous black woman had shed what remained of her skimpy underthings and her dark, sinuous body was pressed against his. Her hands roamed over him, her lips teased his nipples, while he gasped with delight. Tosha pushed herself up on straightened arms and smiled down at him. "I want to make it with you again, real soon!" she said. "But I really have to go pee." "I'm not going anywhere," Ben said. He lay there and watched her get off the bed and, with feline grace, walk out of the room. A few minutes later she reappeared, got back in bed and resumed her caresses, much to his delight. She sucked one of his nipples. It drove him wild! She was one exciting woman! Tosha's lips moved ardently over his quavering body, rapidly restoring him once more to rampant glory. Her hand encircled his cock and squeezed it gently. "This is thing is so damn wonderful!" she purred. "And you really know how to use it to make me feel good! I'm gonna give you a treat. A very special treat!" Holding his cock in one slim, raven-skinned hand, she lowered her head and slid her thick, dark lips down over it. Ben felt delight rushing through him, delight so powerful he thought the top of his head would explode. He closed his eyes, gasped, grabbed the covers, and groaned louder. Tosha took his cock deep into her mouth. Ben was startled. It felt as if she was deep-throating him! Then she let it slide out until just the tip remained between her lips. Then she lowered her head and it disappeared into her mouth once again. Again, Ben's loud groans of pleasure accompanied her action. "Oh, God, Tosha!" he babbled, "Oh, God, that feels so good!! Oh, shit, you'll make me come in your mouth if you keep that up!" If Tosha heard his plaintive cries, she ignored them. She continued doing what she was doing. Again and again, she roused him to the brink of explosion, then let him calm. Ben, who couldn't remember ever the last time he was this turned on, was babbling mindlessly. His fingers clawed the covers, his face was flushed, and his chest was heaving. "Too good!!! Oh, God, Tosha!!! I can't stand it any more!!! That feels too good!!" he chanted as she continued to make him desperate with need. Then, suddenly, his cock was waving in the breeze, untouched. Ben was confused, unsure what she was doing. Before he could utter a sound, Tosha's smooth sable thighs brushed his legs, then heat engulfed his cock once more as she sank onto him. He reached for her. "Yes!!! I need you!!! Please!!!" Tosha carefully moving her hips, and Ben could feel his swollen cock sliding around inside her. His hands captured her breasts and he began thumbing her rigid inky nipples. She moaned ardently and her hip movements became more urgent. "Now!!! Oh, Lord, Ben, now!!!!!" she cried as release swept over her and her body went into wild tremors. "Take me!!! Take me!!!! Please!!!! Please!!! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!!!" she screamed. "Yeahh!!!!!" Ben groaned, exploding into her. When Ben got home a few hours later, he sat down and finished correcting the papers his classes had turned in that day. Then, exhausted, he went to bed and quickly fell asleep.

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Title: Furs of Summer by Renafox Tags: Deep Penetration, Depression, Domination/Submission, Fingering, First Time, Fondling, Gay Relationships, Highschool, M/M, Violence (Not In Yiff) I was 15 when I met Haya a fairly cute Jackal which is remarkably smart, outgoing, strong-minded, sensible, Comprehensive, responsible, flexible, way too friendly this makes me jealous since I have to share him... Let's just say he's way too good! He also has gorgeous eyes; nice complexion and tan fur which makes him look attractive. I was the only kid hanging by myself but I didn't mind because they're not from my ilk And I'm not interested in "fitting". He was the only one who noticed me and some minor aspects, Haya approached Most of the days next to my psyche but I kept pushing him away until I realized how deserted I was ... I-I Eventually started seeking his presence but I still felt something missing but when I was with him, I didn't have time to remember that. We started hanging out, we became close friends and I started admiring him too much for my own good but he's one of those guys that will never let you down and has that touch to ignite your heart. Wolk has a tendency to rift regardless of effort; the fox was reserved with a wobbly and stung heart Ignorant of life, he wastes his time on nonsense instead of building a future with a young-attractive foxy chic But that's far since he's fond of boys ... he believes one day his prince will save him from the decayed city. That is quite distant from happening Serra, a kind of cute giraffe girl was my friend since almost a year. Met her thanks to my brother Rai, he thinks we're dating ... anyhow, she helps me stay sane it's funny when she asks me to smile but I struggle to make it look authentic. She keeps telling me I should find a mate but there aren't any furs I could get to like and I can't give nothing to no one, when I was a young fox I never had any guidance at all I have to figure everything alone but I'm not to be trusted I only find deceive in my mind. Wolk was on his way to home; he was waiting for the bus which has rather empty except for that rat with brown fur, red eyes, not very good looking and poorly dressed. He sat far from the rat but he went straight for Wolk it was an awkward moment until he said a word "Hi, my name is Vice" Wolk replied but was freaked out since no fur would ever talk to him, they started talking and Vice asked Wolk... "What's your sexual orientation?" the fox was silent for some seconds and said "straight" but Vice knew he was lying Not too long Wolk cracked and the smirking rat complimented the cute little-fox "Your fur is so white and silky, your teal eyes are adorable and you're so thin. I'd spank your nice looking rump" Then he gave his telephone number to Wolk and left the bus, Wolk had a mix of feelings but he wasn't too interested on him 'cuz of his species He had a lot on his mind that day, Haya called him to get his foxy thus in his house but he was tired so Haya went to fox's and there Wolk openly told him what happened since he already knew his secret \-Go for him fox! This is your chance! Do you like him? -So so -Awww, come on! Call him fawx, its not like every day something like this happens -Ok, I guess I'll call him -You'll end up thanking me; you won't be as shy if you meet other guys than just me -Meh ... you're right I have to get going, I'll see you tomorrow okay? be good and if you need advice I'll gladly give it He ruffles Wolk's hair, the fox calls him and after the conversation they decide to meet on Friday The day, they met in a mall and went to see a movie, Wolk was a little uncomfortable but Vice was rather relaxed and excited Wolk was just planning on watching the movie while Vice had other plans in mind which may disturb the little foxy, Vice yawned then he placed his arm on Wolk's shoulders making him feel nervous and awkward he intentionally dropped his wallet so he could get off the sit making it hard for the furry rat to pull a stunt like that without everyone giving odd looks. The movie was over but Wolk got out as soon as he could, leaving him behind, Vice did keep up at his pace but Wolk refused to talk then he took a cab and left him there. Wolk never heard from him again since that. Wolk went back to solitude; many days were like that until Haya got to talk with him You've been like this for long, it's time to let it go ... if you think nobody cares then you're wrong! It's not healthy even if you think it's not that much of a deal or feel like it, inside it doesn't improve you as a better fur and will only hold you back but you don't see that do you?! that's why I'm here to let you know ... if you give in to your weaknesses and let them control you, you will be nobody or get nowhere in life, if that is your goal then congratulations, you will be just another lower than average fur but apparently I'm just wasting my breath and time, goodbye. Wolk didn't say a word in the whole conversation but some of it got into his head the entire afternoon, he decided to follow some of the advice. The foxy was looking for Haya but he was nowhere to be found, he was alone again Wolk spent the time just crying in his dark room curled up with his eyes closed dripping tears on his fur It wasn't a pretty sight; he was broken inside, feeling worthless bringing him more into his emotional demise His face looking gaunt, sleepless with blemishes, if he had a gun he would point it inside his mouth and pull The trigger but all was wishful thinking, the fox kept whimpering and groaning until he hurt his throat Wolk couldn't grief any longer or make a sound he found a shattered glass, he grabbed it then he vigorously quite violently and merciless with himself slashed his arm Wolk yelped in pain and fainted from the intensity of stress his skin quite wounded and bleeding all over the floor his brother just got back and found him laying half-dead Rai felt worried-sick, he called his parents ASAP the awkward fox didn't know what to do at all, Rai only was waiting for the ambulance helpless ... after awhile medics arrived and took the boy directly to the hospital Wolk's family went there soonest, all turned out ok for him thanks to the efficiency of the staff Everyone was terrified, they felt a bit of ease when they heard the news, it was a tense situation there. Few months after the accident ... Wolk was going to shop but Waya was waiting in front of his house \-I was waiting for you -Tell it to someone who cares! I really have to do something -You never have important things to attend -It was time for a change -You're lying! -I'm leaving -Listen! I'm deeply sorry for what happened, I know I wasn't there when you needed me the most but I have affairs of my own! My family has to keep a low profile because my father got a new job which I don't even know and he forbids me to see anyone, when I heard what happened to you I went berserk ... everything was my fault, nothing in the world can make this even! I failed you as a friend, I-if you want I'll never speak or see you again if you're so mad at me ... I lo-lo-ve you!!! FUCK! I SAID IT!! Wolk instantly cries along with Waya then the Jackal holds his head and plants a kiss on his lips both tongues colliding with each other in a mingle of ecstasy, holding paws firmly, their tails curling in a bond of affection It started raining heavily, the kiss was long and tender it was Wolk's first kiss but who knows Waya's ... so he had experience at it. \-I should go fox ... I'm in deep shit as we speak -Then why does it matter? -Hmmm... Wolk invited Waya in then they went straight to his room and wore off the wet clothes, Wolk was resting on his bed naked and Waya grasped his body, he started fondling Wolk's sheath and package slowly, very gentle even though the fox was already fully hard from the kiss. "Your dick is big and nice Wolkie! Mine is just average" the fox blushed deeply as he was moaning wiggling his tail excited, Waya started sucking Wolk's knot tip while giving his base hasty tugs as the fox whimpers and shivers coyly. The couple were having affectionate sex which was even Waya's first; the Jackal squeezed the foxy's pouch making him squirt pre inside his mouth then stops sucking for a second "Look at you ... such a lonely fox ..." Waya goes back to stimulate his lover, he stops tugging then he moves his muzzle up and down while his paw slides into his thigh clasping it and the other caressing his tail then his finger pokes his tailhole making Wolk's tail perk, squirting some more pre "oooooh! I'm close hun" after a few seconds Wolk sprays his foxy love all inside Waya's muzzle, the foxy pants hard as he fills his mate's mouth closing his eyes resting his head on the pillow spent. Waya pushes his finger inside the ringhole and foxy unloads a string of cum "aaaaaah! You know I love that ..." Jackal smirks mischievously, he removes the stuck finger from the tightness of his rump then sucks his digits and shoves 2 fingers inside Wolk as he yips, whimpering a little but greatly enjoying every of it he wiggles his fingers teasing Wolkie making him groan in pure bliss, he swished his tail lovingly as Waya was placing himself on the bed with his cock in all its length Waya withdraws his fingers and instantly rams the tight foxy with his knot. Wolk squeals, taking half of the swollen knot up his ass, he spreads his legs and sets them on the Jackal's shoulders the fox thrust with his bum against the "pole" actually taking it all in then Waya rubs the foxy buns with both paws "Good boy! Just like I told you to be" he starts humping Wolk's ringhole forcefully causing Wolk to hug his pillow tight and moan out loud "You feeling well babe?" Wolk replies "Unh! I'll live ..." Waya chuckles returning to business with a spank, both furs sweating they meet face to face for a second kiss with much passion. Waya massaging Wolk's papillae with his tongue tip at the same time trading saliva, the furs holding each other like it was the last night Wolk broke the kiss leaving a string of saliva between his and Waya's lips leaving the foxy very blushy he licks the string, after that Waya pushes his knot onward preing the foxy hole "Gaaaaaawd! I'm on fire Jackie!" Waya grunts, his climax soon to arrive. The fox with his claws extended, he digs them in the bed "Hold on dear, I'm close" Wolk nods struggling to keep a straight face, in a few thrusts the Jackal roars excitedly splashing his seed deep the fox's inner tail hole as Wolk shrieks in pain and cherish, they were content ... finally a blissful moment for Wolk ... "GAAAAAH! That gonna hurt in the morning!" the foxy said, Waya just laughed and stared at Wolk's eyes then Wolk asked the jackal what he's starring at then he said "at your gorgeous eyes Wolkie" Wolk just replied with a face of embarrassment, after quite some time relaxation Waya starts withdrawing his stuck knot dragging his moaning bitch -Virgins always give a lot more trouble! -Shut your yap and just pull your dick out of my ass! Both giggling, the knot got out with struggle followed by a river of juicy cum, entirely wetting Wolk's bareback fur and balls he was exhausted like Waya and both fell asleep the jackal embracing his loved fox protectively like it was his beloved treasure, their tails were wrapped and the rain stopped, it was something truly magic a blessed gift that they seized, that night was a perfect one. Mistake or not they spent the time of their lives together W & W woke up late -You still here hun! I thought I would wake up alone like the movies -Oh god ... my dad's gonna fucking kill me now -It was my entire fault... -I'll see you later ok? -Later, I'm gonna miss you lots -I know honey; I'll do my best to see you again soonest -Take care -You too! Waya stepped out Wolk's house and went back to his house where he wasn't very welcomed, his father did nothing but yell at him and suddenly he stroke the poor Jackal down, he got hit in the muzzle hard and spitted blood at his father which wasn't near done from punishing his son ...

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Title: Intertwined - Chapter 1 by invudontseeme Tags: Beagle, Black Labrador, Drama, Fox, Gym, High Schoo, Husky, Lab, Locker Room, School, Story, Story Progression, Story Series, Suspense, intertwined, jack russel terrier, theater, theatre The locker slammed shut and Blake turned the lock a few times to make sure the code was scrambled. Although he didn't keep anything of value on the inside, he wanted to make sure none of Chris' items were stolen. Because of their relationship, they decided it would be best to share a locker for their books and stuff. This way not only was their stuff easy to get to, but they also gained the ability to see each other throughout the day. Blake was on his way to third period, which meant he didn't run into Chris at the locker. Chris had Physical Education third period, so he had to quickly get to the other side of the school, leaving no time for a short hug or conversation. P.E. was a class that only freshman and sophomores were required to take. Blake had gotten it done and over with two years ago, so he had more time for his electives, including theater which he was on his way to now. He pulled the text books closer to his chest and walked into the auditorium. When the audience-also known as the house-lights were turned on, the theater stage didn't have its fluorescent glow. It looked more like a rundown platform than a place for people to show their talents. The students all sat in the first three or four rows so that they could listen and hear everything their teacher said. Blake continued down the aisle and grabbed his usual seat in the middle of the fourth row. "Quiet down people!" The theater teacher yelled out above all of the side conversations. She was sitting on the ledge of the stage with her legs crossed and her glasses on the tip of her nose. She looked back and forth across the rows until everyone was silent and waiting for further instructions. Blake pulled out his cell phone and tried to keep it hidden from his teacher's eyes. The screen lit up and displayed a small illuminated line: one new message. "Thank you. As you all know in a few months our next show, *Down in the Dark*, will be showing, which means that it's almost time for me to begin casting. If any of you are interested, auditions will begin next Tuesday. You will need to have two contemporary, contrasting monologues ready to perform and each have to be 30 to 45 seconds in length. Are there any questions?" A few hands went up, but Blake was too distracted to pay attention. He clicked open the message and looked at the picture of Chris in the upper right hand corner. The smiling Lab made him chuckle a bit before he pressed "open" and watched as a picture loaded. A photo came up of a tall husky wearing nothing but underwear in the boy's locker room. His back was turned and he was completely unaware that the picture was being taken. The caption below the photo stated: "I give him an 8/10, what do u think?" Blake laughed a little under his breath, mostly because he recognized the boy inside of the picture. "That's Skylar," He typed back, "he's in my home ec class." The send button lit up as he pressed it and he quickly put the phone away and out of view. When he looked up, he nearly jumped in terror as he saw two Tiger eyes staring back at him. "Blake," his teacher asked, "that wouldn't happen to be a phone would it?" He swallowed the emotional lump in his throat and quickly came up with a response. "It was my mom, I was just making sure I had a ride home." Even he thought his excuse was stupid and cliché, but his teacher was pretty lenient and he'd usually get away with anything. "Well don't let me see it again." She lifted her glasses higher up on her striped face and gave him a stern look. "Will I be seeing you at the auditions Blake?" "Yea, of course." Blake was the type of Dalmatian that auditioned for everything. He'd spend hours practicing and reciting and then got on stage and gave the casting director his all. Although 90% of the time he would deny the roles he was given, he enjoyed the entire auditioning process. He loved to see exactly which characters he would get casted as and judge how much he fit the role or how much he could add to the part. Unless it was a lead or a really funny character, he'd turn it down immediately. The Tiger shook her head in laughter and proceeded on with her schedule. "Okay everyone, circle up on stage." A few laughs and cheers were heard across the house as the kids jumped up onto their feet and rushed onstage. The term "circle up" meant to get on stage in a giant circle and get ready for some sort of game or discussion. The class always got excited when they heard this because the theater games were usually very exhilarating and unique; it was a time when they could act like idiots and nobody ever judged them. Vibrations filled Blake's left leg as he received another message. He quickly hid behind a crowd of talking kids and opened the text once again. He read the words to himself. 'Haha wow, what are the odds? Well, what do you think?' He shook his head in embarrassment and typed back a message before the crowd he hid behind dispersed. "I'd give him a 9. U know I like younger guys ;]". Blake hastily pressed "send" and made his way to the outer ring of the circle. After about a minute or so, everyone was lined up perfectly and the teacher began to speak. "I understand that we've only been in this class for a few weeks, so I've decided to give you all a chance to meet each other and learn a bit about what makes every person who they are." She turned to the side and grabbed a tall, black top hat from behind her back. Her paws held the lip tightly and she lifted it high above her ears. "I'm going to pass this hat around the circle and everybody is going to grab a piece of paper with a number in it. When I say 'go', you are going to try to find the person that has the same number as you and learn a bit about them. I want you to find out their name, their age, where they were born, what they like to do in their spare time, things like that. Any questions?" The room remained quiet, yet filled with excitement. Meeting new people was always weird and awkward, but in theater it was relaxed. It was an environment where you could just be yourself and not be judged by anyone. Blake loved it. The Tiger passed the hat to the Greyhound on her right, and Blake watched as it traveled down the circle. Person after person, he watched with anticipation as they unfolded their papers and read the number it possessed. When the hat finally reached him, he quickly dove his hand in and pulled out a slip of paper. He ripped it open and read the number as if it contained the answer to life: 17. He passed the hat down, watching and waiting as it continued to the end. The last few people grabbed their numbers and the hat finally returned to the teacher. She looked into it, making sure that all the numbers were grabbed, and began to speak. "Well what are you waiting for?" she asked sarcastically, "go find your partner!" The class leaped up and began to scramble around the stage. The noise level reached high and Blake listened closely to the sporadic yelling of numbers. "17!" he called out above everyone, "Who has 17?" If there was a response, he could not hear it over all the other yelling. The room sounded like a kindergarten playhouse, although the kindergarteners were probably more mature. Suddenly, he heard what he was listening for. Someone else was calling out the number that he was searching for. He pushed his way through the crowd of people trying to find the source of the sound. "17!" He heard again as he jolted to the left. He weaved in and out of a few more people before finally landing on the guy who had been calling it out. "Do you have 17?" Blake asked the Beagle standing in front of him. As he focused in on the small boy, the sounds around him seemed to die down in his ears. "Yeah, you're 17 too?" "Yeah," Blake said as he held out his paw and introduced himself, "I'm Blake." "Alex," the Beagle replied with a wide smile, "My name is Alex." [[http://www.sofurry.com/page/255120](http://www.sofurry.com/page/255120)] \*\*\* Vincent could almost hear a bone crack as he slammed the kid against the bathroom wall. His fangs were shining bright as he snarled in anger. The look of fear on the kid's face was easy to see, but he tried to keep his cool. He was a friend, he had been for a while, but that's what made him even more furious. If Vincent asked something from a friend, he expected it to be followed, end of story. "I'm sorry man, just let me go," the boy begged, beginning to lose his composure. Vince was holding him high up on the wall and his feet were dangling almost a foot above the ground. "I'd love to," he growled back, "but I'm not quite sure I can trust you." "You can t-t-trust me man, no w-w-worries." "Really? Then how come when I specifically told you not to get Skylar involved with any shit, you go and give him weed?" Vincent teeth were just inches away from the boy's neck and he was ready to snap at any second. His paw gripped his neck tighter and tighter and he listened as the kid gasped for air. "Vince," he struggled to say between breaths, "I swear I won't do it again man, just let me go." He glared up into his now crying eyes and finally began to loosen the hold he had. His arm pulled back away from the wall and he watched as the boy fell down onto his knees. He reached his paw up and rubbed his neck, trying to settle the pain he was feeling. He took quick, heavy breaths and slowly gained his energy back until he had enough to watch Vincent leave the bathroom. Vincent let the door to the restroom swing shut as he turned down the hall and continued towards the front of the school. He was a junior at his high school, but walked around like he owned the place. He got decent grades in all of his classes, yet his teachers loved him like he was a friend. He could somehow always get on their good sides and they let him get away with almost anything. If he needed a pass out of class, they'd always give it to him for any reason. If he had his cell phone out in class, they'd just pretend they couldn't see it. He built strong relationships with each and every one of them and it always worked to his advantage. He continued down a few stairs until he reached the gym doors in the front of the school. They swung open with ease and he continued into the gym. He climbed up to one of the top rows in the bleachers, sat down, and waited for the students to come filing in. The thoughts of the previous night began to flood into his head. He could still remember exactly what Alex's face looked like as he slept so soundly. The Beagle was so gorgeous, so innocent. Vince knew nothing at all about Alex's life, but at that moment in time he looked completely tranquil and perfect. It was as if he was looking peacefulness itself, and he wanted to see it again. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud screeching of sneakers sliding against the gym floor. Vincent looked down as the freshman and sophomore P.E. classes scattered across the room. They were all wearing the same gym shorts and the same ugly t-shirt that had a picture of their school mascot printed on the front: Gladys the Glimmering Gecko of Glassford High School. 'Odd that they'd pick a female reptile for a male-only canine high school,' Vincent thought. He scanned the crowed carefully, trying to spot a particular Husky among them. There were many boys spread out across the floor, so it was hard to pick out the needle from the haystack. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto the target that he was looking for, standing in the corner next to a few other guys around the same height and age. Vincent stood up and quickly walked down to the bottom of the bleachers. He stood out of the crowd easily seeing how he was the only one not dressed in gym clothes, but no one really gave it a second thought. He proceeded towards Skylar with a friendly smile, finally wiping all the anger off of his face. As he grew closer, Skylar turned and saw him walking towards him; he was surprised that Vince was ditching to come to his gym class. "Hey Vince," Skylar said, still looking a bit confused, "what are you doing here?" "Just stopping by before I went back to class. Hey, can I talk to you alone for a second?" He put his paw on Skylar's shoulder, hinting at him that he didn't have much of a choice. "Yeah, sure I guess." Vincent gave him a small shove towards the corner of the gym and followed closely behind as they walked over to the area. Skylar could tell something was up, and he had an idea of what it was. "Look. I talked to Rodger about the drugs," Vince whispered to him quietly, "He should be leaving you alone now, but if he doesn't, you come and let me know, okay?" Skylar looked down and nodded. "Okay, and I'm sorry for being such a wimp. It's just, my parents would completely murder me if they found out about it." "No, you're not being a wimp Sky. I told them not to bring you into that shit and they should've listened. Trust me; I've got your back." "Are you sure? I don't want them to hurt me or anything." "Yeah I'm sure; I'll protect you from them. They're nothing." Skylar laughed and looked back up at Vince. He couldn't help but feel a little attraction towards him. Vince was the type of guy who would protect his mate and hold them with his strong arms; how could he not want that? 'Too bad he's straight,' Sky thought. [[http://www.sofurry.com/page/255122](http://www.sofurry.com/page/255122)] "Now get back to class, you're going to get in trouble." They both laughed at how ironic his comment was and Sky watched as he walked away. Vince held up two fingers as if saying 'peace' and slowly jogged for the exit. He pushed open the door and walked back into the courtyard, letting his red fur light up in the sunlight. He looked down at his watch and examined the alignment of the hands. 'Awesome,' he thought, 'I've still got five minutes to blow.' \*\*\* "Wait, wait, wait, now you're telling me you've never had a sleep over?" Blake shouted out in disbelief. His jaw was wide open and Alex was laughing at the funny faces he was making. "Nope," Alex replied, "My dad doesn't really approve of me being alone with other guys." "Does he know you're gay?" "Yea he knows; we don't really keep secrets from each other. He knows about me and my boyfriend." "That's so cool!" Blake exclaimed, "Does he know about your-you know." Alex cocked his head to the side in confusion and waited for more explanation. "Your sexual activities." Alex busted into laughter due to both his amusement and embarrassment. "I'm a virgin," he admitted, still laughing. Blake's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped even farther than before. Blake had always been a very sexual and wild person, which is why it was so hard for him to fathom the beliefs of virgins. "But, but why?" He asked as the laughter died down. "I don't know, it just hasn't happened yet." They were both still chuckling a bit under their breaths, but not enough to actually be labeled as laughing. "Well are you waiting until you're married or have you not found the right guy?" "No, I've found the right guy, it just hasn't really gotten to that point yet." "Well how long have you been dating?" "It's going to be three years on Christmas Eve." "Three years?" He yelled in disbelief. "Yup, three years." Their laughter began to intensify once more. "How have you not done anything in three years?" "I've told you, I don't know. We just haven't really done anything like that." "Do you want to?" "Well-I..." As he began to answer, he was saved by the bell, literally. The school bell echoed through the theater walls and all of the students disappeared within seconds and headed to lunch. Alex quickly grabbed his bag and began to head towards the exit. "Hey!" Blake called out from across the house, "Don't think this conversation is over!" He laughed loudly as he headed for another exit on the other side of the auditorium. "I won't," he giggled, "I'll see you later Blake." They both progressed through two separate exits and Alex was nearly blinded by sunlight as he pressed through the door. He looked up and his heart nearly fell to the floor when he saw what was waiting for him on the other side. There Adam was, standing and waiting for Alex to walk through the door. His eyes were lit up and his smile was as wide as could be. Alex jumped forward and collapsed in his arms like Jell-O, shedding a tear as Adam's arms wrapped around him. He couldn't believe that his one and only true love was here, in Vegas, and he was praying that he was here to stay. [[http://www.sofurry.com/page/255125](http://www.sofurry.com/page/255125)]

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Title: The Digimon Wars Rewrite Chapter 1 by Tarranium Tags: Clean, Digimon, Long, No-Yiff, Story Progression, Story Series, Tarranium, War, rewrite, story, wars Author's note:Before you start reading let me tell you something quickly, The Digimon Wars is my first published story I ever made. I got to 19 long chapters on Book One, three medium sized chapters on Special Chapters, eleven short chapters on Book Two, two medium sized chapters on a side story called "Victims", two short chapters in Book Three and one chapter in Book Four. Most of these are not uploaded because I never got around finishing them, I stopped writing the Digimon Wars story completely for a year because of the lack of readers/comments/critisism etc.I hope that I have better luck this time with my rewrite of Book One, I hope you enjoy!PS: I made The Digimon Wars before Digimon Xros Wars was even announced. The Digimon Wars Chapter 1 Enter the Digital World There is a place which is completely digital but yet it isn't, there are beings in this world who breath, eat and socialize just like humans.But our story begins with a young man who is almost 18, little does he know that before he's even legally an adult he's going to do horrific crimes and rule an empire.His name is Michael, a brilliant 17 year old who has had a harsh life. He hates humanity for multiple reasons, but the reason why he hates it for the most part is simple. The world doesn't accept his kind of intellect, because his smart he has suffered from the stupidity of all those around him. Except for one person, his little sister called Katie. She's the only one who actually listens to him, but she has also gotten into trouble for listening to him with teachers and other students on the sixth grade.Michael has gotten in trouble so many times for denying the existence of god or anything supernatural, he has also gotten into trouble for accusing the poor education system for the lack of intelligence.Also RAP or as he calls it 'Retards Attempting Poetry' and Pop culture that has ruined today's generation. No one believes him when he says the truth, RAP is bad influence. And even worse music.Today's teenagers smoke, drink and do drugs. Michael is clean and lives mostly on the internet and with video games, he has been caught attempting suicides as well.Living alone with no friends and unfair parents who are not giving him any money he has fallen to the criminal life of the cybernetic world, frauds, robberies, false information, hacking and anything else to make him some money. Pirating games and such ways of the internet haven't gotten him in trouble thanks to the ways of the computerized world.His grades are rather low and he hasn't gotten a place to continue studying after he graduated from high school, he lives at home while surrounded by complete morons. It was early morning, he was just going to take out the trash as he cursed to himself about his lazy parents.''Hey you.... whoever you are, whatcyo dooin?''Michael wasn't really that surprised to hear the two classic morons that he has forced to watch hanging out in front of his apartment building, as he opened the door and threw the trash in the trash ben he remained silent.The retards were laughing and pointing. ''Oh helping momma are we? How sad.''Michael remained quiet and started walking back home, thanks to the law and trouble he had gotten before he no longer accepts the existence of these retards because the last time he got pissed off he beated three people to the hospital.As he walked away he could easily hear the two morons talking about him behind his back, the only way they feel safe about talking shit about someone. Once home he was looking at the US election results, it seemed that the son of George W Bush was elected after all.''The son of George W. Bush gets elected to be the president of USA. *Sigh* Here we go again, probably next week they are going to invade Iraq or something.''He looked at the pill case next to him on his table, they were for his sickness that he had. A panic disorder, it blocked almost all social life from him. But once he got his pills he started to be more open about himself only to find out that people were rotten and unforgiving.As he closed his browser and opened his games folder to browse through some games a pop up message came up in the bottom right corner saying: 'Click here if you want to make a difference.'Michael sighed, probably some damn ad or virus that somehow got on his computer. Nevertheless, he decided to click it for the hell of it.The screen then turned black and text appeared, it said: 'Are you ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for a better world?'Michael was confused, but he typed in: 'Yes, anything to make this world better.'Michael wasn't surprised by the reply: 'Are you absolutely sure?'Michael then typed in: 'Yes, I've had enough!'Then the screen turned into what seemed like a tunnel of data, it was odd and oddly enough it started to look like it came out of the screen. When Michael stood up he realized that the tunnel was indeed coming out! He didn't know what to do, he took a look at the shining light in the end of the tunnel. He couldn't see anything but he could hear cheering, without hesitation he grabbed his pills put them in his pocket and jumped in the tunnel.He didn't even think, he didn't panic for some reason when he started falling in the hole. He didn't even yell, he was falling through a data tunnel that seemed to have its own gravity towards the light. When he finally reached the light he was blinded, he closed his eyes as he fell. He could feel the wind blowing against him, he started to guess that he would hit the ground soon. But he didn't...He opened his eyes as something grabbed him, it seemed that someone with thin arms grabbed him from behind. Wrapping the arms around his chest and thus lowering his speed somehow.He tried to have a look but the only thing he saw was a pair of pixie wings? He didn't understand, but he soon forgot about it when they landed instead of crashing on the ground. The person came in front of him and bowed.''Forgive me but we didn't want you to get hurt my lord.''Michael was speechless, there was a girl in a pixie outfit.... But that wasn't an outfit... The girl seemed so real, it wasn't possible for that to be a costume! That's when Michael took a quick look around, there were hundreds of small monsters and a few big ones. They were all cheering for him, Michael was so confused that the only thing he could do was to raise his hand a little. When he did the crowd exploded into cheers, he was so surprised he almost fell.That's when someone pulled his pants a little, as he turned to look at the puller he was surprised to see a big white cat with gloves and a long tail with a ring on it.''Please follow me.'' She said.Confused, Michael followed her. As they walked through the crowds who stepped aside as they walked he noticed the pixy girl following them as well, he was so confused he started to think about possibilities. Overdose was the first thing to come to mind, but he quickly changed it to a dream. This was so wild, these odd creatures. What were they?After walking for a bit Michael noticed how this place was a small town, all of the odd looking citizens followed him and sang an odd song.'' Seize the dreams you had! Protect your beloved friends! You can become stronger! Unknown power dwells in your heart, when its fire is lit! Any wish, it's true! Will surely be granted...show me your brave heart!''After some walking Michael saw a rather large building which looked like a place for a mayor or something, the nearer they came the more of these odd creatures started leaving the crowd and back to their things.When they had entered a rather large building they all sat around a rather big table. As they sat down a dozen small creatures quickly brought food and other beverages.Michael couldn't even take a good look at the servants when they already left the room, as he looked at the food on the table the pixie girl spoke. ''My name's Lilymon and this is Tailmon, you're probably confused about all of this so let us explain.''Michael couldn't do anything but nod, now the cat thing called Tailmon spoke. ''A few years ago humans visited our world and introduced themselves as saviors and that if any kind of an conflict would happen here they would come to help us. And now there's this huge war going on and we decided to summon you here.''Michael almost smacked the table. ''How?''Tailmon continued. ''You see, we asked Valdurmon. He sort of rules the Digital World with the other god Digimon. We asked one of his aides to tell him to summon you here, since he is a god Digimon we figured that he might get you here.''''So why am I here?'' Michael asked as he grabbed an apple.Lilymon continued the tale. ''Well the humans before you said that they would help us, so we figured that since you had the same symbol as they had on your home wall we figured that you were one of them.''''Wait!'' Michael smacked the table. ''You've been spying on me? And what symbol?''''Well we weren't the ones spying on you.'' Tailmon said with a sad tone. ''Valdurmon told us that you had the same symbol so we figured that you would be a part of them, it's the symbol on the wall.'' Tailmon pointed at the wall behind Michael.As Michael turned around to see this symbol his eyes widened, his jaw dropped and he almost dropped the apple he had. It was the Nazi symbol.What the hell?! The Nazi swastika? The symbol on my rooms wall is the Finnish Air force symbol that's blue and different angled, they mustn't know who or what the Nazis actually were and what did they actually did. It must have been one of their secret projects during the war, but the real question is that did the Soviets get their hands on it? The Soviet Union has reformed thanks to the poor democracy and revolts, but it's been only about a year when they became the Soviet Union again. And if they know how to get in this world then they're going to use it to their advantage, I must be careful.''Actually.'' Michael started as he turned back around. ''That organization doesn't exist anymore, the symbol on my wall is a completely different organization which I'm not a part of.''Lilymon and Tailmons faces indicated that their world and dreams were crushed, they were so shocked that they just wanted to cry. But Tailmon jumped on the table and shouted. ''But that doesn't mean that you won't help us right? You have to help us in this war!''Michael looked at her face, it was clear that she was holding her tears. ''Sorry, but I don't know how I can help you. I'm in a bad shape and I don't know how warfare in this world works.''Tailmon turned her head aside and closed her eyes, she was just about to let out her tears before Michael continued. ''But if you went through so much trouble getting me here I simply can't refuse, I'll see what I can do.''Tailmon turned to look at him, she looked at Michael for a while until he smiled. Tailmon jumped to his lap and grabbed him and started crying out of joy, Michael could somewhat imagine what was going on in her head. War is not an easy thing and anyone would do anything to stop it. After a small briefing session Michael understood what was actually going on in this world, the war here was the very first one that this place had ever faced.Michael was completely blown away by their culture, they had technology but they didn't use it? It seemed that the Machine Kingdom was the only one who had any kind of technology at their disposal, and they weren't willing to give it to anyone.Digimon lived peacefully with simple needs, they weren't depended on money like humanity and they always seemed to help each other out. That is when the virus types showed up, it seemed that the virus types started to appear just after the Nazis visited. They first seemed harmless but as more and more Digimon discovered that they were more hostile and more powerful than regular Digimon they started to avoid them. Racism, you can't escape it anywhere as it seemed.The virus types had rather quickly grown in numbers and they started to outshine the regular Digimon, as jealousy and racism got tenser the leaders of the city states started banning access to their cities so no more virus types would appear in their cities. As things got even more intense the leader of the Digimon world, EmperorGreymon decided that all virus Digimon would not be allowed to live in the regular Digimon cities. Thus all virus types were forced to leave their homes and find some other place to live, there were only a couple virus types Digimon who could actually do something about this hall thing.BlackOmegamon, ChaosDukemon, BlackImperialdramon, DarkKnightmon, ShadowSeraphimon, QueenChessmon and ChaosSeadramon had decided that they had had enough, they formed an alliance called the Virus Republic. This Republic was purely meant for virus types only, and soon enough their own city started building. The Virusopolis, this place eventually became even bigger than the Digital Worlds capital city. The Grey city which was the capital of the Grey Empire lead by EmperorGreymon who had banished them in the first place, as the virus types became larger in numbers and grew in power they decided to do the unthinkable. Launch an all-out attack, in other words they had declared war on the entire Digital World.Just as the war had started and a dozen cities states had fell the god Digimon decided to do something about it, even thou they couldn't do anything directly they had called out for help. In this case Michael, it seemed that this war started almost a year after the Nazis visit and that happened over three years ago and when Michael had entered this world something happened in the sky. Just before he came out of the portal it seemed that a shining green light took over the Digital Worlds sky for a few seconds, but no one knew what this meant.Michael had started to realize how desperate things had become, the virus types were much stronger and only a few armies can even defend themselves against them. It seemed that the virus types had found a way to manipulate data, if this was true then the war has already been decided but only time tells.The first steps of the war seemed a little confusing to the Digimon but Michael understood it rather well, it almost seemed like a human would be commanding them. Since Digimon had never practiced the art of war it was surprising that they were doing it so well. The virus types first assaulted the core personnel who were in charge of the safety of the Digimons, they destroyed the Royal Knights and the Temple of Angels. After that they destroyed the Monks of the Gods.The Royal Knights were the most powerful Digimon in the Digital World who watch over the Digital World and maintain order, the way they were killed is still a mystery.The Temple of Angels is a floating temple with angel Digimon who were organized over a hundred years ago in the Digital World time. Their job was to keep the secrets of manipulating data and hold the deepest secrets of the Digital World. But with them gone no one knows what's going to happen.The Monks of the Gods are Digimon who have devoted their lives into serving the God Digimon, only a handful survived and now live in secrecy. It seemed that they are the ones responsible for Michael being here, they are the ones who are able to talk to the Gods.After listening for their stories for hours Michael began getting tired, he yawned and stretched his muscles.''I'm sorry but I need some rest.''Lilymon gasped. ''Oh, we're sorry! We didn't notice how time flew by! Please forgive us!''Michael was a little embarrassed. ''It's no big deal, can I have a place to sleep?''Tailmon quickly jumped off the chair and to the side of his chair. ''Please follow me.''Michael followed the white big cat through some halls and after some walking they stopped and she bowed to him. ''This is your room.''Michael opened the door and inside was a room straight from a luxury hotel, even thou there were no electronic devices the room looked very luxurious. The bed, couch and carpet seemed to be done with outmost care and there was a big table in front of the blue couch for some odd reason. Michael looked at the room in awe and turned to Tailmon. ''Thank you.''Tailmon bowed once more. ''Thank you.''As she started walking off Michael went inside, the room had a lot of room and all the fabrics were of fine quality. He was amazed by how much effort they went through to please him. Michael looked outside the window where happy Digimon citizens walking around, talking, trading and other everyday business. He took a deep breath. ''With this much faith in me, I shall not fail you. I will create the perfect world of no conflict and no ridiculous laws and rules.''He turned around and just noticed a map on the wall, it was a painting but a map nonetheless. He looked at it, it looked nothing like Earth. The planet seemed to be mostly land and huge lakes, there was only one ocean and it circled the entire planet. It almost looked like a ring, Michael looked at the painting noticed a triangle that said: "You are here". Michael looked and noticed that if they were really there then they were rather close to the ocean and some other big places such as a desert and a jungle, he looked to the north and saw markings of mountains. He then looked south and saw a black circle that had some writing next to it that said: "Darkness"He was confused by it but quickly threw it out of his mind, he walked to the window again and spoke to himself as he watched the happy citizens running about. "This...Place, is so strange. Yet, so...Charming. I don't know what it is, but...I feel like, I belong here..."He sighed and looked at the bed that looked so good right about now, he shrugged his shoulder and took some of his clothes off so he had only his underwear and t-shirt and jumped on the bed. "Well, tomorrow we'll see if this is all a dream or not."And he fell asleep.

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Title: Being Taught To Wear a Garter Belt Tags: domination by girlfriend, admitting crossdressing, cunnilingus, masturbation, cumming in panties, dressing for her **BEING TAUGHT TO WEAR A GARTER BELT & HIGH HEELS** After that special Sunday afternoon, where i tried dressing fully in girl's clothing, i had managed to amass a fairly good sized wardrobe of feminine things to wear. Within months my hidden cache' included several pairs of silky sheer panties of different styles, a Jantzen "Postage Stamp" pantygirdle, another couple of boxes of nylon stockings (all seamless) a nylon full slip in semi-sheer white, my first bra -also in white, and a sheer pink nylon babydoll nightgown. By now there were some weekend days when i wore panties all day long and at night would sleep in one of my nightgowns. At about this time i asked a classmate out on a date. We really hit it off and i was fully enamored with Alice. She was very pretty but quite flat chested, being only an A cup i later learned. The other guys really liked how she looked but sought out the girls who were more fully developed. It was a great opportunity for me to get to date her. For her part Alice was as intrigued with me as i was with her. Within a few weeks she decided we should be "going steady". Instinctively, she recognized my submissiveness. One night we were parked out behind a vacant barn necking in the moonlight. i was in my usual blue jeans, short sleeved shirt, and loafers while she was wearing a white satin blouse and a black pencil skirt with dark hose and flats. Things began to heat up and she suggested we get in the back seat of my old car. Before long we were both at a fever pitch and i timidly began to feel her breasts through her blouse. It was disappointing when she grabbed my wrist and prevented any further exploration of her small soft breasts. "Darling," she muttered in the moonlight, "You can go further but first we need to set some rules." Like any teenage boy i was eager for whatever "rules" she wanted if i could continue feeling her up, so i nodded an "okay". "I've noticed," she began, "That you pay far more attention to me if I'm wearing my most feminine clothing. You are fun to be with while I'm clad in jeans and sweatshirt and tennis shoes, but you are far more amorous when I'm dressed like tonight. Also, when we are in a department store you keep sneaking peeks at the lingerie items when you think no one notices. I think you have a 'special' fascination with girl's clothes." i didn't know what to say, and she continued, "It's okay. I think you'd like to be able to wear what I get to wear, wouldn't you?" Now i was stuck and she wouldn't let me off the hook. She kept prodding me and finally i had to admit what she noticed was true. "You know what?" she asked. "I rather like that," she said before I could answer her. "Therefore, Darling," she said, "If you want to feel my bare breasts or any other part of me you have to be willing to try wearing whatever garments you take off of me." i couldn't believe my ears! This was wonderful, but she was a lot smaller than me. "Agreed?" she asked. In the darkness i could only meekly nod my head. Before long she let me take off her blouse and then her brassiere. Guiding my head to her nipples she soon had me feeling one breast as i happily learned how to suckle the other to her extreme pleasure. At the same time she had my cock out of the fly of my jeans and was slowly jerking me off. "You know, Darling," she whispered quietly in the darkness, "You are too big to fit in my blouse or bra so we need to work out a different arrangement." Soon she was sliding her tight skirt and half slip up her legs and having me help her out of her sheer white panties. Then she made me take off my jeans and jockey shorts and put on her silky sheer white panties. My 7+ inch cock was straining so hard against the silky material it was hard to get them in place. Soon she was rubbing my cock through the panties as i fondled her breasts and suckled on her nipples. Alice was moaning in pleasure but had additional ideas in mind for me. "I've seen yours," she murmured, "It's only fair you see mine." With that she spread her legs as she slid her skirt and half slip up above the tops of her nylons. In the shaft of moonlight coming through the window i was treated to my first close up view of a pussy. At this point Alice gave me a lesson in how to please a girl properly. How to softly rub the top of her mound and around the sides before slowly, and gently, exploring further and how to wet my finger and tease her clitoris. Within minutes i was sliding a finger in her love channel and she was really getting worked up. Her stroking of my pantyclad cock was driving me wild but i was happy to keep pleasing her. Then she taught me how to go down on her sweet mound. Soon I was licking her clit in moonlight coming in the car windows. She had me eating her tasty pussy until she had a strong orgasm. Her nylon clad legs wrapped tightly around my head as she held me close to her while she shuddered through her climax. I found myself quickly wanting to be going down on her pussy forever! Afterward, having recovered from her orgasm, she sank dreamily back into the back of the car seat and smiled at me. "I'm so glad we did this," she whispered and then leaned forward to kiss me deeply. i know she could taste herself on my lips. "It was so wonderful for me and you look so sexy and darling in a pair of panties." Not knowing quite what to say i remained silent but must have nodded my agreement. Glancing at her watch she realized she had to be home shortly. "Hurry, help me get dressed," she told me and I began slipping the panties down my legs. "No, no," she said, "Keep them on. I want you to always wear panties on our dates from now on. We'll need to get you fixed up with a wardrobe of panties." i was thrilled and happy to keep them on. Helping her put on her bra and blouse i was starting my first lesson in becoming her maid. Driving back to her house she had my jeans open and was feeling my cock through the panties. "You'll always wear panties when with me from now on, okay?" she asked. Again i could only nod my agreement as she kept feeling me up. It was difficult enough driving while she was doing that to me let alone answer intelligently. Finally, as we neared her house, i blurted out, "i have a few pair of panties at home." At this Alice laughed and told me i had confirmed her suspicions. She quizzed me on what all i had in my wardrobe and said we'd soon have to get me fully dressed as a girl for her. i loved that idea!! i walked her to the wrap around porch at her house and we stood in the shadows of the street lamp at the side door. Kissing me deeply Alice undid my jeans and let them fall to the porch floor as she embraced me. Then, wrapping a leg around me she began to hump her bare mound against my panty covered cock while kissing me. "Like this my sweet pantyclad boyfriend?" she asked as she humped away at me. Before i could answer i flooded the panties with cum! "I guess you did like it," Alice whispered, knowing what i'd just done. "We'll have even more fun next time!" She kindly helped me pull my blue jeans back up in place and told me to rinse out my new panties once i got home. She also told me to wear just panties under my nightgown that night when i went to bed and to think over our evening together. I was so glad I'd confessed to her about my wearing girls things. i did as she told me. Knowing what i liked she now was putting together a plan. The next weekend we went to the local theatre to see a movie. In the dark confines of the movie house she slid a hand inside my slacks to make sure i was wearing the white panties she had given me. Smiling at me, in the dark, she mouthed that she was pleased with my compliance and then kept her hand there during the entire film, softly feeling and squeezing me during the movie. By the time we left the theatre i had a raging hard-on in my slacks and had to walk carefully so it wouldn't be noticed - much to her amusement. That night she had me go down on her again and told me, while i was doing so, that the next time, if I wore nylons, my girdle, and bra, on our date she'd return the favor. She had another strong orgasm, and then proceeded to jack me off to a shuddering climax. We went out the next night, a Saturday, and i showed up at her house wearing my Playtex open bottom girdle, seamless sheer nylon stockings, a white cotton bra, and my pink flare leg panties. Alice greeted me at the door with a questioning look in her eyes. My nodding that i was wearing what she wanted me to brought a smile to her face. "Take your car and park it in the park," she informed me, "Then come back to the house and enter through the garage. My parents are out for the evening and my sisters are at our grandparents. We've the house to ourselves and I want you to have fun." It didn't take convincing to have me move my car and I was quickly back inside her house. Alice was waiting for me in the living room when I entered, wearing only a white garter belt, dark brown seamless nylons, dark brown four inch high heels, and sheer white brief style nylon panties. "Take off those yukky boy's things," she instructed me. "I want to see what lingerie you wore for me. Soon i was nervously standing in her livingroom wearing just my open bottom girdle, dark cinnamon seamless nylons, sheer pink flare leg panties, and my white bra. "You look so cute dressed this way," she whispered as she embraced me and gave me a long French kiss. "Your panties are tenting despite the girdle you have on. I love it!" she said as she broke the kiss. "However," she hastened to add, "You really need to think about wearing a garter belt to hold up your nylon stockings. They're way more comfortable and, in your case, won't get in the way of when your 'cockette' wants to stand up proud." At this point i confessed i had often thought about a garter belt but knew should it be listed on my "employee purchase" list at the shop the SKU number would cause notice since my mother obviously didn't wear one. "I've seen you looking at them in the stores we've been shopping in," Alice told me, "And I'm convinced you'd quickly learn to prefer wearing them rather than girdles. Besides," she went on, "The hem of your girdle sort of gets the way." Looking down, it was obvious the bottom edge of my open bottom girdle did prevent me from coming to full 'attention' when aroused by what i was wearing. i did loved, and still do, the secret 'hug' of a girdle but knew Alice was right. She took me upstairs to her bedroom. i was treated to the lovely sight of her darling fanny and backs of her nylons as we went up the stairs. Once in her room she turned to me and directed me to begin caressing and suckling her delicate nipples atop her budding small breasts. Before long she was laying back across her bed and i knelt between her legs and orally brought her to a satisfying orgasm as she had taught me to do. "Now for your reward, Darling," she whispered as she recovered from her climax. Opening her closet she showed me some of her mother's things she had brought up to her room. "Mom won't miss these items for awhile, and I want you to try them on for me." The pile included a white garter belt with four garters, which she told me should fit me as her mother and i were nearly the same build - except her mother was a lot shapelier. Then there was a white nylon full slip, a white satin bra that i knew would fit me perfectly, and a dark brown shirtwaist dress and dark brown high heeled shoes. Her mother's shoe size was the exact same as mine and the heels were about 4 inches high. We wasted no time. Alice quickly showed me how a girl puts on a garter belt and i discovered it was a lot easier than donning my girdle that was still a struggle for me as Alice had yet to show me how to properly don a Playtex all rubber girdle. i loved the feeling of the garter belt suspender straps sliding across my hips as i walked about Alice's bedroom and she giggled when she noticed the delight on my face. Putting my panties back on i was shown how Alice put on her bras and then she stuffed each cup with a pair of her silkiest panties. The full slip came next and i was already trembling. After that Alice helped me into the dress and buttoned up the front. She had me sit on the side of the bed and slip into her mother's high heels and i was amazed at how nice they felt on my nylon covered feet. Having me stand it was further amazing to see how the shoes seemed to make my legs look longer and stretched out my calf muscles in a more feminine appearance. i was really loving this, but my hard cockette was clearly straining against the front of my panties, slip, and dress. "I can see you like this," Alice laughed, "Your little dickie is showing its reaction and you cannot deny it." Alice had me practice walking about in her mother's high heels and it quickly became apparent this would take some practice before i stopped walking like a guy. Her tips to lift my knees and then throw out my feet, with each step, instead of throwing my full leg forward unbent, helped a lot. Also, she showed me the need to take much shorter steps and place one foot slightly in line, and ahead, of the other would feminize my steps and make my buttocks sway in a more feminine manner. Soon my strides were much more girlish and i knew i'd practice this on my own at home even if just in nylons and loafers. i had to join her in giggling, as she kidded me about my hard on, and then she had me come over to her bed. Seating me on the side, she kissed me as she ran a hand up my nylon clad legs and massaged my cockette through the panties i was wearing. "Like this?", she asked as she worked on me while kissing and tonguing my ear. "Ohhhh, yes," was all i could mutter as she felt me up like i was a girl. "Well," Darling, she began, "Since you are willing to be girl for me I'm going to show you more of what it is like to be a girl." That said, Alice began sliding my panties down my nylons and soon they were off my legs. She slid my dress and slip up to my waist and had me lay back fully on the bed with my head resting on her pillow atop the covers. Moving up over me, Alice surprised me by suddenly impaling herself on my cockette! "Ooohhh," i gasped as she slid down onto me and was astonished at the sensations. "You're now my slut," she muttered as she began to move up and down on my cockette and quickly i was doing my best to meet her with thrusts of my own. "This is your reward for dressing up fully for me, Honey," she whispered in my ear while fucking me furiously. "I think I'm taking your cherry, aren't I." All i could muster was a nod "yes" and knew she now had taken my virginity. Alice rode me and made sure our nylons rubbed against each other until I was ready to cum. "It's okay, Honey," she whispered as she kissed me deeply, "I'm safe right now and want to feel you cumming inside me." In moments i was shooting hot cum into her love channel and she shuddered through her own climax with me. Afterward we lay there, still entangled with me still in her and recovered from my first fuck. She whispered that she had lost her virginity to a camp counselor the summer before and loved fucking. "What I love fucking the best, though, is you and when you are dressed like I am in girls things. "Now you've a job to do for me," she concluded, "And that is to clean me up." Saying that she slid my softened cockette out of herself and moved up over me only to lower her pussy down to my face. i immediately understood and began kissing and licking my way around her mound before centering my attention on sucking the cum out of her. Suddenly, it dawned on me i was ingesting my own cum and it was great! Quickly i began licking and sucking her in earnest. When it seemed there wasn't anymore to get from her i concentrated on her clitoris, alternately licking and sucking gently on it until I felt her silk covered thighs tighten on my head to hold me in place while she shook through another orgasm. It was a wonderful first experience at fucking and i was so lucky to be able to do it while dressed fully as a girl. That evening Alice showed me how to put on make-up and we spent our time together dressed alike in dresses and high heels. Before her parents came home we fucked again with me on top and both of us wearing just garter belts and nylon stockings. It took me longer to cum, this time, and it seemed better than the first. "We're going to go shopping together," Alice told me as she showed me how girls put on rubber girdles, while i was dressing back into my own things to go home, "And we will find a pretty feminine garter belt for you in your size. I'll want you to wear panties and garter belt and nylons on our next date after that. When you do, I promise to suck your cockette until you cum in my mouth for me so I can swallow you." i happily agreed!! We did go shopping and she found me a pretty lacey garter belt, in pink, that i wore the next time we went out. i loved how it felt with my stockings and panties under my boys slacks. Alice and i soon had a schedule of meeting at her parents house when the rest of the family would be gone for the evening. Her mother learned of our sexcapades about two months later and took her own action at that time. More about Kathleen, Alice, and me later. Sincerely, sissy erica

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Title: Mayor's Wife Pt. 01 Tags: threesome, blow job, cougar, massive tits, milf, perky tits, older woman, younger man, anal, young stud *(All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story are over 18 years old and any similarities to real life are purely coincidental.)* \* College would always bring back amazing memories for me, but I was also ready to get on with life (notice I didn't say "grow up"). I loved the parties, the women, and sex in ways and places that only college kids can figure out. I loved the spring break trips to various places, the football games, the cheerleaders; especially those with nice pom pons. I worked hard academically but knowing life would some day mean settling down and mellowing out, I also partied just as hard. And, as I established myself in my career, I planned on working and partying equally as hard. As my graduation day approached, I was one of the fortunate students to have a full-time job waiting for me at a real estate development company I had interned with for two summers. Even better, I didn't have to start work until the Tuesday after Memorial Day, and that would leave me a week of doing nothing but sleeping in and catching up on sleep I had lost over the past four years. It really didn't matter whether I'd lost sleep due to studying or attending an all-night beer-pong party, I needed to sleep about 14 hours a day for a while to catch up. My mom and dad had recently retired and were travelling quite a bit, so living at home right after graduation would allow me to save up some cash and, as an only child, have the house to myself. My dad, retired from a career as the fire chief in Station, and my mom from a lucrative career in commercial real estate leasing, did quite well for themselves and our home was perched on a hillside overlooking the city. They had a huge patio area, complete with swimming pool, hot tub, and built-in cabana style bar, that cantilevered out over the edge of hill and provided a spectacular view of the city. After graduating on a Saturday, it was the setting on my parent's home where they hosted a party to celebrate with friends and family on Sunday afternoon and evening. It was a Hawaiian themed party complete with hula dancers, music, a roasted whole pig, and drinks with little umbrellas. New friends, old friends, family and a whole host of my parents friends partied the night away; including the Mayor and his lovely MILF wife who always managed to drink too much and say some funny shit she probably shouldn't say. The next morning, I was snoring away in a fog when I thought I dreamt someone was tapping on my bedroom door. It had to be a dream, there was no way in hell someone would wake me up at all on the morning after my graduation party. The dream continued and became very real when I felt a light shaking, looked up out of one partially-opened, hangover laiden eye, and saw my mom standing next to my bed. "Psst. BJ. You need to get up," she said gently. After making some incoherent mumbling sounds, I finally was able to peel apart my alcohol-parched lips and say, "Why, is the house burning down?" "No silly. It is 9am and you promised Mrs. Cole you'd be over to their place by 10." Mrs. Cole was the wife of Mayor Cole; the current Mayor of our little city. I had no idea what my mom was talking about, but there was no way in hell I was going over there that early in the morning; I doubt very much Mrs. Cole was in any better shape than I was given how much she had to drink the night before. "What are you talking about, Mom?" I asked with an angry voice. "Don't get all bent out of shape with me! You told the Mayor & Mrs. Cole you'd gladly help them with some work today for which they'd gladly pay you. In fact, your exact words were 'Sure. I'll see you at 10. The extra cash will really help until I start my job.'" "Oh shit. Okay. I have some foggy recollection of that." I rolled over, buried my head in my pillow and blew off a litany of swear words aimed at myself for my own stupidity. I finally dragged myself out of bed, stumbled into some shorts and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs. I love my mom; she greeted me with an extra-large cup of morning joe and a peanut butter and jelly breakfast sandwich. "Here you go, BJ. Don't let Mrs. Cole drive you crazy with her non-stop gossip." "Whatever. At least I'll pick up a little cash. Those people have money, so I am hoping they pay me well." As I drove over to the Cole's home, helped by the sudden onboarding of caffeine, my hangover cleared enough for me to think it wouldn't be a bad day to catch a few glimpses of Mrs. Cole. She was well-known around town as the "first lady" of Statlon and for being heavily involved in many high-profile non-profit organizations and community groups. However, amongst the younger male crowd, she was most famous for being arguably the hottest MILF in the city. The Cole's never had children so her body didn't suffer the consequences. Mrs. Cole is about 5' 2", not skinny, but carrying a healthy chunk that is topped off by tits in the DD range; if I was in a betting pool I'd say 36DD. She had shoulder length, sassy dark hair and always dressed to be noticed; especially by men. As I pulled up to the driveway entrance of their lavish home (some would say mansion) I pushed the button on the call box at the gate. A pleasant female voice answered, "Hello, Brian is that you?" Brian Joseph is my real name, but no one who really knows me calls me anything but BJ (a nickname that was quite valuable growing up I might add). "Yes. It's BJ. I'm here at the gate." "Okay, drive up to the garage at the side of the house and I'll have someone meet you out there." I drove through the U-shaped driveway, past their beautiful home, and pulled up outside a 4-car garage. One of the garage doors started opening and out walked an older latina woman. She showed me into the house, offered me a bottle of water, which I gladly took (still dehydrated from drinking the night before) and then walked me out to a pool house in the backyard. Keeping in mind the fantastic yard at my parents I grew up with, this place was right out of a magazine. Large pool with natural waterfalls in a garden setting, a hot tub, and a few king-sized cabanas. There was no other furniture or pads on the cabanas and I quickly found out that my first job was to empty out the stuff from the expansive pool house to get the yard ready for a summer of parties. As I cleared out the pool house, I realized it had a steam room, a dry sauna, a bedroom, bathroom, small kitchen, and even a little bar that had a service window opening out to the pool deck. Hell, this place was like its own little house. "What a great place to grow up. Think of all the chicks I could've brought back here," I thought to myself. Once I was done, I refilled my water bottle from the refrigerator water-dispenser and sat down on a comfy chair in the pool house. A few minutes later, the same woman who greeted me, came waddling back to the pool house. She inspected my work and then asked me if I wanted a sandwich. I gladly accepted and she brought me some more cold water, a turkey sandwich, and some chips. The pool deck was the perfect place to relax and enjoy lunch. However, still no sign of Mrs. Cole and that was supposed to be one of the perks of agreeing to work here. Once I finished work, the woman returned again and led me back into the garage. After opening two of the doors, she had me back out a large, black Mercedes sedan and a white, Cadillac Escalade SUV; what a fucking nice ride the Caddy was. A staircase leading to a large attic lowered out of the ceiling and I could tell my next assignment wasn't going to be as fun as the last. Leading me to what seemed like a large office just inside the home, I was shown stacks of boxes of books; enough to fill a college library. And, you guessed it, they had to go up into the attic. Books, not the lightest of cargo, have got to be the worst thing to carry up flimsy stairs and into the attic. At 6' 2" and 200 pounds, while the weight wasn't the biggest issue, squatting in the attic, carrying heavy boxes, made this seem like punishment. As I begrudgingly started moving the boxes, I realized that maybe I was being punished by this woman; my task master. I couldn't figure out why the first couple hours of the day, when it was still reasonably cool, I worked outside and now, as the heat of the day increased, I was working in and out of an attic that felt like it was 120 degrees. And, still no sign of "MILF Cole." As I was chugging down one of my many cold bottles of water, in between hoisting boxes, I saw my task master walk out to her car and drive away for the day. I guessed this was my last job of the day and set out to finish. I grabbed my last box and headed up the stairs. As I came down out of the attic, satisfied I didn't need to go to the gym for a few days, the door opened to the house and out walked Mrs. Cole, finally. And boy was it worth the wait. She was wearing a short skirt and a cleavage-revealing, scoop neck t-shirt that was so tight it looked painted on her gigantic tits. She was amazingly beautiful. She gave a little laugh and said, "Look at you, Brian. You're a mess. You've obviously worked very hard." Glancing down at myself, I realized I had picked up my share of cobwebs in the attic and my shirt was completely soaked through with sweat. What hair I had was tossed all around and equally covered in cobwebs. "Hi, Mrs. Cole. Yes, that was quite a task. But, I'm all done and it was a great workout." "Thank you so much. My lazy husband couldn't have moved one of those stupid boxes. Come here. Follow me inside." I gladly followed her plump little ass and swaying hips into the house and down the hallway into their spacious kitchen. I was pleased to accept an ice cold beer from the fridge and sat down at their bar. We chatted a little bit and then she asked, "Hey, do you need to run off right away?" "Well, no, why, Mrs. Cole?" "First, Brian, call me Jill, please." "Okay, Jill. And, please call me BJ. No one that really knows me calls me Brian." "BJ? I'll bet that nickname was popular with the girls, huh?" "Um, uh, yes," I said awkwardly laughing. "Anyway BJ, I just got a call from a place downtown and a new chair I ordered is in. Could you go with me in my car to pick it up and bring it back? I'll pay you extra." "Oh, you don't have to pay me extra. I'd be glad to help." "That is very sweet. Here, follow me. Let's get you a clean, dry shirt before we go" We went up the stairs and down a long hallway and into their bedroom. I was nervous. She went into a large walk-in closet and came out with a t-shirt. "Here, take your shirt off," she said as she walked away into the bathroom. I pulled off my wet t-shirt just as she came back with a small bath towel. She walked right up to me and started wiping the sweat off my bare chest. "What the fuck? I am standing, without a shirt on, in the Mayor's bedroom, and his wife is wiping the sweat off my chest with a towel," I thought to myself. "Wow, no wonder you handled those boxes so well. You're in amazing shape," she commented. "Thank you. I try," I said. As soon as she declared me clean enough for the new shirt, I put it on and we headed back downstairs. I was still lost in the feeling that this hot MILF had just wiped me down. Fortunately, during that whole episode, my cock didn't bulge out too far. She grabbed a red plastic cup off the counter, tossed me the keys and said, "Do you mind driving? I hate driving our SUV. It is too fucking big. Not to mention, if you drive I can have a cocktail." "Sure," I gladly accepted! If only my friends could see me now. Fresh off being half-naked in the Mayor's bedroom with his hot wife, I was driving her around town in her bad ass SUV while she, illegally, sipped on a margarita. We chatted about school and my upcoming job and then she asked me, "So, BJ, what do people around town think of me?" "Oh, I don't know. I haven't been around much so, I've never really heard anyone say anything," I said dodging the fact that I knew most women couldn't stand her. "Okay. Fair enough. What do guys your age think of me," she asked, increasing my anxiety? "Um, well. We think you're pretty cool. I mean, you're the Mayor's wife." "I don't want to only be the Mayor's wife." "Oh yeah, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you help a lot of people and do a lot of great things, too," I said in fine recovery. There was silence for a little while and I noticed she was kind of studying me quietly. "Do guys think I'm hot?" Fortunately, I did not jerk the car off the road and crash it. My heart was beating fast enough that I certainly could have. "Um, well, I guess I never really thought about it, but yes, I think people think you're a good looking woman." "What about you? Do you think I'm hot?" The sweat returned to my head as bad as it poured out when I was in the hot attic. I couldn't figure out if this was some kind of trap conversation I'd gotten myself into or what. I was panicked and trying desperately not to show it. Finally, before I passed out from anxiety, I heard my voice, almost like an out of body experience blurt out, "Hell yes! I think you're very hot." "Wow. That is really nice to hear coming from such a handsome, well-built, young man like you. I do my best to stay in shape at 55." She turned her head to glance at herself in the mirror on the sun visor and said, "Turn right at the next street. The place is right there." We arrived at the furniture place without any further conversation. We loaded up the chair hopped back in the Escalade and headed back to her house. The conversation on the way home was about the chair and why she loved this particular antique. I asked as many questions as I could think of in hopes to stay away from more conversation like on the way to the store and I was thankfully successful. I carried the chair into her living room and placed it in the spot she'd carefully thought through. She offered me another beer, so I took my place at the bar on a stool and chatted with her; trying hard not to stare into her ample cleavage. I flexed my neck to both sides, a habit I have when my neck is stiff or sore, and that prompted her to ask, "Are you sore from all the work I had you do?" "Oh, just a little stiffness in my neck," I said. Before I knew it, she had come around the counter and was standing behind me and started massaging my neck and shoulders. As she rubbed my back, she would lean in and brush her breasts against my back. I was sure she was doing it on purpose, but I wasn't about to move. After about 5 minutes, and a hard on beginning to push out my shorts, she stopped, came around the counter and said, "Did that help?" "Yes, yes. That felt great," I said as I flexed my neck some more. I sipped my beer, glanced up and noticed her nipples were popping out of her shirt. Clearly she enjoyed giving me the massage as much as I enjoyed getting it. "Listen, I'll bet you're hungry. Why don't you stay for dinner?" "Oh wow, dinner with the Mayor and his wife. That would be fun, but my parents are catching a red eye tonight and I said I'd grab dinner with them and drop them off at the airport." "Bummer," she said trying to sound younger than she was, "The Mayor left early this morning for a business trip and I was hoping to have you stick around. Rain check?" "Of course. That would be great." I finished my beer, thanked her again, accepted the payment she had for me. Even better, she gave me an extended, tight hug; her huge tits smashed into my chest. I walked carefully out to my car, trying to hide the signs of my erection, and headed home. On my way home, I replayed the latter part of the day. I was toweled off, shirtless, in the Mayor's bedroom. I told the Mayor's wife I thought she was hot. She rubbed her tits on my back, hardening her nipples, and I got an offer to stay for dinner that seemed like it might have included more than dinner. I got home, walked in the door, and was greeted by my mom who was shuffling her suitcase across the floor. "Hey BJ. You're finally home. We were wondering if you forgot. Did you work this whole time at the Cole's?" "Yes. She had a lot for me to do, but she paid me well." "Was Mrs. Cole friendly?" "Uh yes. I mean, I mostly dealt with the woman that works around their house." "Did she dress to kill?" my dad said laughing as he came into the room. "What? I didn't even notice," I said, winking at my dad without my mom seeing me. "Okay, okay. Come on you two. We need to go," my mom ordered. We grabbed a quick dinner and I dropped them off at the departures curb about 8pm. As I was getting back into the car, my mom kissed me goodbye and said, "Have fun while we're gone. Enjoy yourself for the week. Real life starts soon." "Okay, mom. I'll do my best." On my way home, I stopped at a little bar near our house to catch a few innings of the baseball game and spend a little of my hard earned cash on a nice drink or two. As I sipped on my cocktail, Tanqueray and tonic, the young woman a few seats down started looking better and better. She was a thin Asian woman with long, straight, black hair. She didn't have any real figure to speak of, but I was feeling the drinks and still a little horny from the interaction with Mrs. Cole early that day. I caught her attention, smiled, and said hello. "Hi, I'm BJ. And your name?" I asked. "Linda. Nice to meet you BJ." She was happy to strike up a surface conversation, so I slid down a few stools and chatted with her. She was cute enough and it wasn't like I had any other prospects to hook up with. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed with an incoming call and she excused herself outside to take the call. While she was out, I grabbed a pen from the bartender and wrote my number on a napkin; thinking it might come in handy. When she returned, she apologized for having to run off; she had to help a friend who was caught up in some kind of ex-boyfriend drama. As she got up to leave, I thought "what the hell" and said, "Hey, here's my number if you ever want to continue our conversation." "Thank you. I'd like that," she said as she happily took my number and headed out. "I guess you struck out," said the bartender. "Yeah, for now," I laughed. I finished my drinks and headed home to chill out. I got home, made myself some popcorn, and plopped on the couch in front of the huge, wall-sized TV we had. ESPN's SportsCenter didn't hold my attention for long and I quickly fell asleep. About 10pm, my phone, sitting on the end table next to my head, buzzed to life with a text message from an unknown number. Unknown Number: Hey BJ. What are you up to? I was stumped at who the text was from. Perhaps it was Linda from the bar. I wanted to be careful, just in case it wasn't, so I texted back my standard line in these situations. Me: This is really awkward, but I don't seem to have your number stored on my phone. Who is this? Unknown Number: If I send a picture would it help you. Me: Sure. A few minutes turned into about 5 minutes and, just when I figured whomever it was had gone away, my phone buzzed again. This time, a picture appeared on my screen of a close up shot of what I believed to be some big cleavage; it could have also been someone's ass cheeks. I knew one thing for sure, if it was cleavage, it certainly wasn't Linda's; she was lucky to be an A-cup and this picture was of someone much more well-endowed. Me: Well, that doesn't help too much. But it looks good. Unknown Number: Want another hint? Normally, I would easily tire of a game like this, but I was curious about who this might be. There were any number of possibilities of girls from college, or it could be an asshole friend of mine playing a joke. Me: Yes. Another hint would help. U.N.: How about you ask me a few "yes or no" questions? Me: Okay. Is that cleavage? U.N.: Yes it is. Me: Is it your cleavage? U.N.: Yes. Assuming the texts were truthful, I had narrowed it down to girls I knew with a huge rack that would decide, randomly, late at night, to text me like this. I was definitely interested in finding out and here came that horny feeling again. Me: Do I know you from college? U.N. No. Me: High school? U.N.: No. Me: I give up. U.N.: Oooooh. I was having fun. How about another picture? Me: Seriously, I am getting pretty tired. U.N.: Don't go away yet. Wait for the next picture. Again, I waited about 5 minutes. My phone buzzed and up popped a very close up picture of a nipple. It was a huge, pink, areola with a very hard nipple poking out of the center. Me: That doesn't help, but it sure looks great. My cock was hardening in my shorts. Even if this was a joke, it was fun and what could it hurt to do a little "sexting" with whomever this was. I waited for the response which, based on the three little dots appearing and disappearing several times on my iPhone screen, the texter was having trouble coming up with. U.N.: Does that last picture make you excited? Me: Of course. It would make anyone excited. U.N.: Can you show me how excited you are? Okay, this may be where I should've drawn the line. Texting a picture of my hard dick to some random number had all kinds of horrible implications. What if it was someone from my new job trying to trap me? What if it was some random, underaged girl and the cops were involved? My brain was telling me to cut and run, but my dick was telling me to keep it up. I compromised. I had a large bulge in my shorts, so I took a photo of that and sent it away. U.N.: My picture wasn't with clothing on. Me: I'm not doing that. This is fun, but I don't know who you are. (Thankfully my brain won the battle with my libido that time). U.N.: Okay. Would you like to meet me? Me: I think so. Where? U.N.: How about Running Creek Park? Me: Tomorrow? U.N. Tonight. Okay, fuck this. There is no way in hell I am going to some random park, at almost 11pm, to meet some crazy woman; if it really is a woman. Me: You know what. This is crazy. Stop texting me. U.N.: Whoa. Sorry. What happened? Me: I am not going to a fucking park late at night to meet someone crazy enough to text me a picture of their tit. U.N.: Okay. How about the grocery store at the Tribute Mall? That grocery store was in the most upscale part of Statlon and it was a very well lit, public place. It couldn't hurt to see who this was. And, if it was some kind of joke my friends were playing on me, it would make for good laughs. I decided to accept, but wanted a little bit more information first. Me: Okay, but first, you're over 18 right? U.N.: Yes, for sure. Me: How will I know how to find you? U.N.: I'll text you more info in a little bit. See you there soon? Me: WTH. Ok. I hopped off the couch, ran upstairs and changed into some jeans and a sweatshirt. I put on some good running shoes; part of me was still wondering if I might need to outrun someone. I had consumed a few drinks already , and I thought it would be better to show up a bit incognito in case it was friends that knew my car, so I hailed an Uber to the grocery store. On the way there, another text came through: Unknown Number: Hey. I'll be in the backseat of a large, black, Chevy Suburban in front of the store. Me: The back seat? U.N.: I'm taking an Uber there. Hop in with me. Okay, this was weird. I decided I better make damn sure this Suburban was in fact an Uber. I had seen enough bad cop shows on TV to not think maybe this was some crazy kidnapping plot. Of course, what the hell would anyone want with a college student with no money. Me: Ok. I showed up and instructed my driver to leave me at the other end of the strip mall. I approached the grocery store slowly and, sure enough, there was a black Suburban parked near the front of the store. With my heart racing as fast as I have ever felt it, I stopped and watched the car for a minute from a safe distance. I confirmed the little Uber sign in the front window and so I slowly approached the car; taking a wide turn to come up from behind. As I got within a few feet of the car, the electric window slowly rolled down and a women with blonde hair, dark glasses, a scarf, and a hat leaned her head out and said, "I'm glad you came, BJ." "Jill," I asked? Fortunately, I was using her first name and didn't blurt out her real name which could have easily revealed her identity to the driver. She was obviously trying to disguise herself to some extent. "Yes. Get in." I hopped in the backseat. While my mind was relieved this wasn't some kind of criminal plot, my mind started racing about why the Mayor's wife had sent me a picture of her tit; let alone even how she got my phone number. I slid across the seat, so that I could whisper to her. I moved my head toward her ear and she turned, grabbed the back of my head, and gave me a deep, french kiss. As our lips finally parted, I whispered, "How did you get my number?" "Your mom. At the party. When I knew you'd be coming over to work." "And, is this why you really wanted my number," I asked? "I didn't plan this exactly, but I knew I wanted you." With that comment, she ran her hand on the inside part of my thigh, brushed over my hard cock, and kissed me again. Kissing her back was an instinctual move. We kissed a little more, trying to be somewhat discreet, in the Uber to her house. She had the driver leave us off in front of a house two gates down from her house; the same location she had him pick her up. She seemed like a pro at this. After he pulled away, we walked to her gate and let ourselves in. She opened the door to her house and, as I passed by her to enter, she grabbed my butt and said, "I can't wait to get a piece of this." I jumped a little, turned around,and she grabbed me and pulled our bodies together in a long, passionate kiss. As we broke apart, I had to ask, "So, this is all okay to do here? I mean, you're okay with this?" "You'll know the answer to that in a little bit. Go make us a couple drinks and meet me out by the hot tub." She yanked off the blonde wig as she walked away and I headed for the bar and replayed the highlight reel of the last 18 hours or so. It started with me, innocently (or so I thought), helping out a woman over 30 years my senior with some chores for a little cash. That parlayed into me being shirtless in the bedroom she normally shared with her husband, a litany of sexual innuendos while running an errand, an invitation to dinner, some late night sexting, a make out session in the backseat of a car on the way to her house, and now; who knows. Oh, and added into that mix was the small fact that this was all with the Mayor's wife. I grabbed the margaritas I had made and headed out the door to the hot tub. The lights in the house were mostly out and there was only dim lighting around the pool deck. I paused briefly for my eyes to adjust and then I saw steam rising from the hot tub and I could hear the bubbles going. Walking over that way, I saw the back of her head as she was slumped down in the hot tub with the water up to her neck. I took a deep breath and approached her and said, "Here's a margarita for you." "Thank you BJ," she said without moving at all. "Come in. It will really help your sore muscles from all the work I put you through." "Well, um, I didn't bring a suit," I replied. Mrs. Cole lifted her head, smiled, stood up in the hot tub, completely naked and said, "Does it look like you need one?" Her gorgeous, wet body glistened in the dim light. Her tits, obviously fake, were highlighted by huge, light colored areolas and hard nipples; the ones I had been exposed to via her text. She was pleasantly plump, not the least bit fat, and had a nice tuft of bush at the very top of her shaved pussy lips. She turned her back to me, showing off her sexy, ample ass, climbed out of the tub, and walked over to me. "Let me help you," she said. She reached out, pulled my sweatshirt up and off my body, and then slowly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. She slid them down, with my boxers, and as she did, she got down on her knees. She grabbed my hard cock, gave it a gentle kiss, and said, "Look what we have here. A big, huge, young, studly cock." She stood up, took my hand, and started to lead me to the hot tub. We got in the hot tub and she sat right next to me. We cuddled side by side and drank the margaritas. I got more comfortable and put my arm around her and reached down to touch her tit. 20 minutes or so into hot tubbing with this gorgeous MILF, and we were just quietly chatting and cuddling; touching each other a little bit. I certainly wasn't going to make any more moves than she did. It came so natural; me and the Mayor's wife sitting naked in his hot tub. After about 30 minutes, she sat up and stretched her arms up really high, giving me an incredible show of her boobs, and said, "I think it is just about bedtime." "Yes, it is easy to get sleepy out here, drinking in the hot tub." She stood up, faced me, giving me a close up view of her unbelievable cunt, and reached out and pulled me up by my hands. My hard dick standing straight out toward her pussy. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then stood back and looked down at my cock. "Well, we can't have you go much longer," she laughed. "Here, follow me." She led me over to one of the cabana beds I had put out earlier in the day, grabbed some suntan lotion she had there, and laid down on her back. Unsure of where this was going, she motioned me to come over and sit gently on her stomach. "Put your cock here, between my tits. You can tit fuck me." I put my cock between my her tits, she added a little lotion, pushed her boobs together to engulf my cock and I started fucking her cleavage. She really seemed to enjoy it and kept telling me to "fuck the hell out of the Mayor's wife's tits." Her dirty talk, and the fact that I had been turned on the entire night, meant it took me only a few minutes for my balls to build up pressure. "I think I am going to cum." "Cum baby. Cum all over the Mayor's wife's tits," she said, continuing with the slut voice. That was all it took. My cock blasted jet after jet of hot, white, sticky cum all over her tits. I kept fucking her cleavage while she milked all the sperm out of my balls. Finally, as I got up, I said, "That was fucking amazing." "That was just a starter. Come on. Let's go inside." Just like that. Away I went with the Mayor's wife. Both of us naked as the day we were born, my cum all over her tits. We got in the house, went upstairs to her bedroom, and headed straight for the shower. We hopped in the steaming shower and, feeling like I didn't need to hold back at all, I drizzled soap on her huge rack and started massaging them with the sudsy water that flowed over both of us. She fondled by cock and balls while I inserted a finger into her soaking wet cunt. I worked it in and out as she moaned with pleasure. As my erection started to regain strength with her every stroke she said, "Let's get into bed. I want to fuck this thing." We dried off, yanked back the covers, and found our home in each other's arms, rolling around on the king-size bed normally shared by the Mayor and Mrs. Cole. My dick was fully hard again, so I climbed on top of her and started to line it up with her pussy and hint at pushing it in. "I'm gonna fuck the Mayor's wife hard," I said with force. "Not yet you're not. Not unless you want to taste your own cum." With that, she grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved my head down to her pussy. "Stick your tongue in me, young man. Make your hot MILF cum on your face." I buried my face in her pussy, licking her lips with my tongue. Like no college girl I'd ever seen, Jill's clit grew like a little tiny cock and she screamed with ecstasy every time I sucked it. I sucked it in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Finally, she tensed up her whole body and started shaking and screamed, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I'm cumming." Squirts of pussy juices sprayed all over my face and I buried my face even deeper into her cunt to get it all. Finally, after experiencing a woman orgasm longer and harder than I had ever known, she collapsed and sank into the bed. I climbed up on her and started sucking her tits and rubbing my stiff cock around her pussy. She was soaking wet from her orgasm and my cock easily entered her mature pussy. For some reason, I looked at the small clock on her nightstand and noticed it was midnight when I started fucking the Mayor's wife; in his bed. Her physical beauty wasn't all that drove me nuts. She was a dirty-talking, sex-machine and the whole idea of how wrong this all was made the sex better than any Barbie-like cheerleader I had boned in college. "Do you like my cock sliding in and out of your mature pussy, Mrs. Mayor?" I asked as I fucked her. "You're a naughty young man. Taking advantage of a lonely, older woman like me while the Mayor is out of town." "Your beauty deserves to be fucked by a young stud." "Fuck my pussy harder. Faster. Slam your dick into me. Make me scream, BJ!" I picked up my pace; my balls slapping the insides of her legs and the tip of my dick slamming into her cervix. I could feel the burning pressure of cum building up in my balls and I screamed, "Should I fill your cunt with my sperm?" "Oh god. Oh no. Please don't," she said pushy up on me in an erotic role play. "What if you knock up the Mayor's wife?" That was all it took. I started blasting jets of hot, sticky, white cum deep into her body. She screamed as she reached an orgasm again and wrapped her legs around me and held me tight to make sure every drop of my cum filled her creampie. As we lay together, my dick starting to soften, we couldn't care less that our juices, mixed together, were leaking out all over the bed. We kissed a little more, settled into a spooning position, and fell asleep. The entire experience sapped every ounce of energy we both had and sleeping came very easy. I don't remember much all night besides a little caressing and fondling as we adjusted our positions. But, I do remember the morning very well. I awoke with a heart rate of about 200 when her maid knocked on the door and said, "Should I bring you some coffee, Mrs. Cole?" While I panicked, Jill took care of it. "No, I'll come down in a minute dear. Thank you." "What the fuck? Now what," I whispered. Starting to laugh, she said, "Relax. The door is locked. You think you're the first to spend the night up here?" While I never had any fantasy about being her first and only lover, it was a very matter of fact statement about her past sex-capades. Whatever, I was here with her now. "Okay. It just made me panic." Jill got up, put on a robe, and headed out the door. I laid back in her bed, still naked and smelling like sex. She returned a few minutes later with one, very large cup of coffee. Seconds later, she produced a smaller coffee mug from the pocket of her robe and poured some off into that for me. She had obviously had some prior practice. She handed me a mug of coffee and removed her robe; giving me the first glance of her amazingly sexy, mature body in full light. She was tan all over indicating she spent a fair amount of time sunbathing naked in the backyard. As I sipped the coffee I asked, "So, how will I get out of here?" "Going somewhere soon," she asked as she started rubbing my balls and cock while I drank my coffee? I got a morning woody quickly and she continued, "Just sit back, enjoy your coffee, while I get a little morning snack." She moved down with her head between my legs and started licking my cock. Slowly, she took more and more of it into her mouth until she was deep-throating my hard dick in and out of her mouth; almost gagging a few times. She gave an amazing blow job and, with a nickname like BJ, I had a good number to compare it to. I got close to cumming and thought I'd better warn her of my impending blast of cum. "I'm about to cum, baby." "Uh huh," she mumbled without slowing down. I only lasted a minute more and my cock started lurching and pumping shots of salty, sweet cum into her mouth. She never even flinched as I filled her mouth with my sperm. She kept her mouth wrapped around my cock and with her hand milked every last drop out of me. Then she sat up, smiled, opened her mouth, showed me the white cum filling her mouth and then swallowed it without hesitating; like doing a shot of tequila. We laid together and finished our coffee. She got up and got dressed and told me to do the same. "Well, that is easier said than done. My clothes are still out by the hot tub." "Oh. Shit. Well, I hope my maid didn't go out there yet." She laughed a little and excused herself from the room. I waited around, wondering what the plan was, and finally, she returned with my clothes wrapped up in a towel. "Good fucking thing she decided to clean the kitchen first," she laughed. I got dressed and then presented her with the next question, "How am I supposed to get out of the house to go home?" "Be right back," she said. This time, the wait was about 15 or 20 minutes. I played with my phone and relived the last 24 hours. How fucking amazing was this experience! When she returned, she said she had sent the maid out to grocery shop for a list of things she needed for a special dinner she was cooking that night. After checking the security cameras on her iPhone to confirm she was gone, we headed downstairs. We grabbed a protein bar from her pantry, refilled the coffee, and headed out in their large Mercedes sedan. She broke a brief silence by saying, "So, it goes without saying that it wouldn't be good for anyone to know about this." "Oh my god. No shit. It is our secret." "Okay good. And, by the way BJ, I don't want this to be our last time together. I really like you." "Thank you. You're amazing and hot as hell." We made small talk as we drove to my parent's house. As we pulled into my driveway, she said, "BJ, your parents are gone, right?" "Yes. For a week." "Oh ok. You know, I really love the view from your patio area, but I've never seen the rest of your house." "Would you like a quick tour?" "Sure," she said. We both hopped out of her car and headed in the house. I gave her a tour of the house and was heading back out to the front room when she said, "What about your room?" "Honestly, it is a little messy, Jill." "Well, I specifically came on this tour to see it." I retraced our steps down the hall, pushed open the door to my room, and we entered. "Here's my room. See, it is kind of messy," I said. Jill shut the door behind us, grabbed me by the hand, leaned in for a long, passionate kiss, and said, "I like it. Have you fucked a lot of girls here?" "Excuse me," I said? "Come on BJ, I'm sure you have." "Um, well, a few." She moved in close to me, grabbed me by the balls through my pants, and started kissing me. I fondled her bra up under her shirt and moved her toward my bed. "Wait!," she said stepping back, "Who's the hottest fuck you've had in here, BJ? And if you won't tell me, I'm leaving." "Well, maybe Stacey. She was a fucking hot cheerleader I brought home from college." While Jill undid my pants and reached in to feel my hardening cock, she made me describe how I fucked Stacey. When I finished, we laid on the bed and kept making out. Almost totally undressed now, we kissed, fondled each other, and I dipped my finger in her pussy. "Did Stacey let you fuck her in the ass," Jill asked me? "Um, girls my age aren't really into that," I said. "Do you want to fuck my ass?" "Oh my god, really? Yes. You have an amazing ass." At her instruction, I snagged some lotion from the bathroom. When I returned, she was already on her knees on my bed and guided me through lotioning up my hard cock and lining it up just right with her hole. She was a fantastic teacher and within a few minutes I had slowly and gently worked my dick into her ass. It was tight, warm, and a great feeling. I had long enough arms to be able to reach around and play with her titties while I fucked her from behind. It was an incredibly erotic sight to see my big cock sliding in and out of her wanting ass, her big, firm, fake tits dangling off her chest, and hear her moans of sexual enjoyment. Being a virgin at anal sex, and getting close to blowing my load, I felt like I needed to ask, "Should I cum in your ass?" "Yes my young stud, shoot your hot cum in Mrs. Cole's ass. The Mayor never fucks my ass and I want to feel the pumping of your cock in my butt." That was all it took, I looked down and watched the pulsing of my pumping cock as it unloaded streams of cum into her cute, plump ass. I grabbed onto both of her hips and held my dick in her tight ass as far as I could to make sure I left every drop in her. After sliding out, we laid together and made out for a while. "I really need to get going my young lover," she finally said. "Okay. I'll miss you after all this," I replied. "Ah, that is very sweet." "I guess the Mayor is coming home tonight?" "Who says he's coming home tonight," she asked? "Oh, well, you said you sent your maid out to get groceries for a special dinner you were cooking tonight." "That's for you, silly. That is if you want to come over." "Yes, of course." "Good. Uber over at about 7pm." Jill got dressed, kissed me goodbye and left my house. I laid there for a while, still drunk on the sexual adventures I'd been a part of the last day or so, with a fucking hot, cougar MILF; the Mayor's wife. This would for sure go down as one of life's epic experiences. And, it wasn't over yet. I was headed over there for dinner tonight for what was no doubt another round of wild sex with this older babe. Considering all we'd done, how could it get any better? I spent the day relaxing, hitting some golf balls at the driving range, and grabbing a burger at one of my favorite haunts. About 4pm, I decided I'd better try to take a nap. The Mayor's wife, in her mid-50's, was almost running circles around me in the bed. I finally woke up and glanced at the clock. "Oh shit," I yelled aloud, "It is already 6:30pm. Fuck, I'm late." I jumped up, showered, put on some nice pants and an untucked, button-up dress shirt, and called up an Uber. The driver arrived at 7pm, so I texted Jill: Me: Hey, running a little late. Just leaving home. Jill: I can't wait to see you. Just let yourself in the gate and come into the house through the garage. Me: Okay. I arrived at her house and fortunately remembered to have the Uber let me out a few houses away. I meandered down the street and discreetly punched in the code and slipped through the gate at the first opportunity. I jogged up to the garage, headed in through the open door, and into the house. It was quiet. As I approached the kitchen, no one was around. The formal dining table was set with two, elaborate place settings, including what looked like a very nice bottle of wine. Still wondering where Jill was, I called up the stairs, "Hey. I'm here." "Oh, fabulous. I'll be right down. Wait at the bottom of the stairs," she replied. I waited at the bottom of the wide, curved staircase that adorned the entryway of their home and led to the love nest we'd shared the night before. I heard her bedroom door open and then close. A few seconds later, Jill appeared at the top of the stairs and took my breath away. She was in a very short, very tight, black cocktail dress that was so low cut in the front, that you could see 75% of her tits as it just barely covered her nipples. She made her way down the staircase slowly and gracefully and met me with a passionate kiss and hug. "Good evening my love. Shall we go into the bar for drinks?" I followed her, my dick already excited, into the bar. She poured Cristal champagne into two glasses and offered me some caviar. I was cultured enough to know to offer a toast, "To you, the most beautiful woman I know." "And to you, the stud who is making me crazy with lust." We gently touched our champagne flutes together and took a sip. We spent some time chatting laughing, touching, and kissing. It was the best pre-dinner drinks I'd ever had. Finally, she directed me to sit down at the table. Returning from the kitchen with two, covered plates that had been in the warmer, she set one down at each place. She removed the lids and before me was a 5-star, surf and turf dinner. Maine lobster tail and filet mignon. She poured the wine and sat down to eat. "Wow, you did all this? This is crazy." Laughing, she said, "Don't be silly. My personal chef made this and let about 15 minutes before you arrived." "But, who does he think it's for?" "He isn't paid to ask questions, my dear." We dined slowly. The meal was accentuated by her stunning beauty. I wasn't kidding myself, I knew I was basically the young fuck buddy of a sex-starved, horny MILF, who was the same age as my mother, but I was fighting against the feeling that I might actually be in love with Mrs. Cole. In these moments, when I wasn't about to cum in her or on her, she was funny, smart, engaging, and truly interested in my life and hearing my stories. As dinner wrapped up, we cleared the plates together, pausing to kiss a little, and then went into the living room to sit on the couch. She put on some music, dimmed the lights enough to still see each other, and started making out in a gentle, loving way on the couch. I moved my hand inside her wide, v-neck dress and cupped her huge DD tits in my hand. Gently pinching her nipple made it hard and she moaned as I kissed her neck and ear. Like a loud cymbal crashing when one least expected it, the buzzer rang signaling someone was buzzing in from the front gate. My heart rate jumped. We were caught. This whole thing was about to come crashing down, "Who the fuck is that?" Laughing, she kissed me on the cheek and reassured me, "It is just our dessert being delivered." She got up, straightened her dress, and headed for the door. "Wait here, baby." My heart rate slowly returned to normal as I relaxed on the couch. I could hear Jill go out the front door, close it gently behind her, and start talking to the delivery person. This was a meal to remember. Champagne, caviar, oysters, steak, lobster, French red wine, and now some lavish dessert was being delivered. There was a very high end chocolatier in the fancy shopping center near her home, so I figured that is what was being delivered. Perhaps we could enjoy chocolate in the hot tub; some of it melting onto her firm tits and me sucking it off. My momentary daydreaming about the dessert course was interrupted by Jill. "Are you ready for your dessert?" "Absolutely, baby." "Close your eyes." "Um, okay. They're closed." "Promise?" "Yes, I promise. They're closed tight." I heard her gentle footsteps come back into the living room and get within what seemed like a few steps from me. I was giddy with anticipation for what lay ahead. Maybe it was simply a huge bowl of whipped cream to spread on each other as we enjoyed another night of fucking in every hole she had. "Okay. Open your eyes." As I opened my eyes, I had to think for a minute. What was happening? What was before me was definitely white, but it wasn't the whipped cream I had just been fantasizing about. Standing, holding hands with Jill, was a fucking amazingly cute, sexy, hot young woman. She was wearing a long, white coat which she immediately untied and let fall off her shoulders. She was about 5' tall, weighed maybe 100 pounds, and had cute, very blonde, short, pixie-cut hair. She had on a white, very thin, silk camisole which highlighted her small, perky tits with puffy nipples that were very obviously showing through her top. As bottoms, she was only wearing bikini cut panties. "Hi," was all I could get out of my mouth. "BJ, this is Shelly. She's my personal assistant. She just turned 19, in case you were wondering, and she's looking very forward to having dessert with us; in fact, she is our dessert." Jill turned to Shelly and they embraced in a passionate kiss. Shelly ran her hand inside Jill's dress and found her breasts and hard nipples exactly the way I did. My cock was raging. "Hi, BJ," Shelly said with a sexy voice, "I can't wait to have dessert with you. I've heard all about you." "Shall we go out to the hot tub to start dessert," Jill asked?

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Title: Alexia and the Cuckold. Chapter 1 V3 by KittyKazu Tags: Cheating, Cuckolding, Feline, Fox, Husky, Knot, M/F, Payback, Teenager, Tied, Underage, Vaginal, Wolf Alexia \~ White feline John \~ Black Wolf Kazu \~ white and black Husky I had alot of help from munch ([http://munch.sofurry.com/](http://munch.sofurry.com/)) thanks for helping me edit and continue to edit my storys. I owe you big time :D *\*Added point of view colors, Alexia's is in this color and format,* While Kazu's view is in this color. **While reading this you will see the point of views switch back and forth between alexia and kazu, Hopefully the colors will help with the previous confusion.** \* *This is version 3.0. The original story 1.0, and 2.0 were moved into the scraps :3, Also. V1 remains unedited, v2 is unedited but the alt views.* **Disclaimer: This story contains adult nature material, If you are underage you need to press on your keyboard alt and f4 at the same time If on an Mac press Apple key + w. The story and the characters are copyrighted to me and this whole story is a fictional in nature, Any relation to real life or other events is purely coincidence. I hope you enjoy and ill be editing this throughout time. This is Version 2.0, Its running along the same guidelines as the first story I want to see if this concept story will be better with the stuff I added Or if I shall revert it back to how it was** Kazu sighs as he climbs into his car, Finally back from the week long business meet with his boss and clients. He was suppose to be out of town for another week and a half, Today is Thursday February 3. Once again he missed their aniversity. Alexia and Kazu have been married for roughly 5 years now, no little ones as of yet and the outlook is bleak on the subject. Everything was perfect with the surprise Kazu thought up, Drive home, Call his wife and scare her with a hug. That's when everything changed. Kazu turned off his car a few blocks from their home as he called his wife. The phone rang twice and went to voice mail. About this time Kazu snuck up their steps as he peaked into their window, His tail twitching behind him as he seen his wife. He dialed her number again and it rang once "He..hello" alexia answers "Hey sweety how are you" Kazu reply's with a smile on his maw "Oh ive been fine i miss you sweety, How is the business trip" he continues to watch his wife in their living room. "Oh its fine, Long and boring of course I do have some dinner plans later tonight" he yawned a bit on the phone "Oh OK then, I do have a few friends coming over tonight to keep me entertained, Kinda like a girls night in" she giggled as he watched her flop on the chair, Only in her bra and panties. Kazu then watches a slender black wolf walk over to his mate as he tilts his head a bit. The wolf coughs quietly as he reply's "Oh that sounds like a lot of fun, kazu says Hey my boss is calling in i gotta go sweety i love you alexia" He reply's in a quick tone "I love you too Hun" the line goes silent. Kazu watch the two on the couch as he whimpers a little thinking to himself "she wouldn't lie to me, Would she" he whimpers again as he watches his wife's paw run along the black wolfs bare chest, going lower to his shorts, A visible budge is growing larger as he looked back at his wife's spread legs.... "His paw is already there" he mutters as he has a choice, Watch and see where this goes and see how faithful she will be or kick in the door now and confront them" he whimpers as his ears lower on his head, He is going to sit there and watch. Kazu has been my husband for a long time now, With his business trips and his time away it really gets to me, Yeah of course he is a sweet heart but a girl has her urges, I met john while shopping at a mall a few weeks back, he is sexy and cute. Me and him have been flirting back and forth but it has gone no where since he has always respected that im mated and married already, But god his paw is slipping between my legs, Its not really a good night to be doing this.... I'm in heat. The wolfs paw moves in circles around his wife's slit, her paw gripping on the wolfs length that is now poking out of the top of his shorts. He watches her remove his pants as she climbs in front of him "I can..cant believe we are doing this john" he heard his wife said "I'm married to kaz..." Her statement was interrupted as the black wolf now known as john slipped his paw up to alexias mouth. "Shh I know your lonely, Your husband is gone once again for the business trip and someone has to treat you right" John pulled her on hips lap. His paw is continuing to work at her slit, His other paw runs up her back and is already working on removing her bra. Her panties are pushed to the side as kazu watches in shock "That bitch" he growls as he watches the wolfs paw continues to slide between his wife's legs "MMmmm" he heard his wife moan as kazu shudders a bit "I cant believe she is continuing this... I need to stop this right now" he thinks to himself. His paw grips on his phone as he growls out a bit, Pushing a few numbers on the keypad he hears a voice behind him. "Mr Adams" His attention shoots away from the scene infront of him as he looks at the slender young fox "He...hey Sammy, What are you doing out this late" he tries to smile at her as he stands up and walks towards her, His tail swaying behind him as his paw quickly darted down to readjust himself,hoping she wouldnt notice a visible bulge in his pants "Uh its only 8" she reply's to Kazu as she nods a little "Mr Adams what were you doing by your window" his eyes grew wide "I was looking at a crack, I am going to have to have your dad help me fix it, Will you tell him for me" he smiles at her, But notices her eyes were transfixed at the bulge in his pants "I...i will sir" she reply's with a blush on her maw before walking away Oh god Alexia thought to herself, the wolf has me on his lap, His paw feels amazing, This reminds me a lot when me and kazu first met, Johns paw feels simply amazing, His strong arms wrapping around me, Much bigger than kazu, His paw working at my bra" Ohh" WE GOTTA STOP" a whimper escapes out of alexias maw, The wolf latched onto her Brest with his teeth, Her eyes basically roll to the back of her head as she grinds herself on the wolfs lap, Her own paw dropping down to johns pants undoing them, Shuddering a bit as her vision becomes more clouded by lust. Her phone rings.... Its kazu "He hello?....... Whats up Hun" she shudders out a bit" Kazu reply's in a simple tone " Nothing just wanted to check up on you is everything fine?" Kazu sighs out as he doesn't hear his wife reply, A peak back into the window shows why... John has gripped on his wife's nipples with his maw as he bites on them., Alexia trying her best not to moan on the phone. "O...OK Hun my...Friends are here i go..gotta go" Alexia said in a shuddered tone before kazu had a chance to say bye the line was already ended. He watches his wife go back to undoing the wolfs pants as she pulls them down, Her own panties get pulled off by the wolf as she shivers and moans out., He watches her claws drag down his leg as she pulls his pants off of him "O..OK enough i cant do this any farther" alexia said only to have the wolf latch back onto her breast with his maw. Kazu watched his wife climb on top of the wolf again and moan "That's her weak spot" he says with a fit of rage knowing once she is at this point with their own mating there was no turning back. I need to stop this now" Alexia tried to stop, She tried to get the wolf to kick back into his sences and not be leaded by the scent that is coming from her heat, His paw is working well at her slit, "Ohhh John enough I cannot do this any farther" she moans out as john bit onto her breast, His paw slips another finger into her slit as she wines out, Pressing herself farther into the wolf, Her tail dancing freely behind as she grinds against the now exposed member " Lets take this upstairs" she moans out, Regretting she said that, Knowing exactly what would happen once they got on the bed. Kazu watched as alexia gripped on the wolfs paw and guided him upstairs to their bedroom, He watched he wolf with a grin on his maw remove his paw from her wet slit as he follows close behind. Kazu hurry's to the side of the house, Climbing up the tree they had onto the sub roof of the house, He peers into the window watching his wife lock lips with the wolf, She pushes him onto the bed as she hisses at him, Climbing on to the bed with the wolf as kazu watches his wife's head hover over the wolfs tapered pre glistening tip. her lips spreading over the wolfs massive girth, She slides her lips down to his base as she pulls back off of him, Her other paw runs up and down his chest the other is playing with the heavy furry orbs between the wolfs legs Once she had john in the bedroom she went to work, Teasing is what felines do best as she was already well on her way, already missing having the wolfs paw between her legs, as the wolf flipped on the bed that her husband had bought she tried her best to think of him as kazu, What he would like with a hard on like that,wrapping her lips around his cock, she mewled and started to purr around the wolfs girth as she heard the wolf moan out, her lips slide down his girth as she run a paw up his chest.. God this wolf had a perfect body,her husband is built but not like this, Once she felt the girth poking down the back of her throat she slowely started to pull her maw off of it, her other paw grips at his orbs, massaging the furred balls. Kazu hears a noise behind him, Before his attention focuses back on his wife and the wolf. They have switched positions by now as he watches the wolf run his paws up alexias sides, watching his wife sit on the wolfs waist, Straddling him, His member twitching behind her tail as the pair locked lips again, He hears the wolf growl out "We need a condom" he watches as his wife's paw moves from johns orbs to his girth, His tip pressing into her heat as she hisses out "Ca..cant im allergic, Ju...Just pull out" Johns paws grip on her hips as he pushes into his wife, A whimper escapes out of his maw as he watches his wife being taken from him by this wolf. hearing john moan out "Nnng your really tight baby" His tip is now pressing into her slit, Ohhh god she kept saying to herself. should have done this a long time ago she mewled out in her head, He knows exactly what to do, What to say to get her where she wanted to be at, His throbbing member pushes deeper into her as she grins and moans out in pleasure, Forgetting everything about her husband at this point her main focus was this wolf, wanting his seed splashing against her tongue and around her maw, she wanted him to do everything her husband didnt. Not saying he is anything less of a man, He just didn't know how to treat her right sometimes and ohhh god, This wolf is doing everything right.... kazu watches the mating dance that is happening on his bed, He watches his wife fight to keep in control as she is slowly loosing it, She loves to dom, She loves to show the male his place, but it doesn't look like she is going to have this control for long, John has more intentions on just fucking his wife, He wants to put an end to our mate ship, He wants his wife for more than just a fuck, he wants her as his own, His member dives farther into her as he watches the wolf use his weight and flip both of them over, Kazu watches the knot growing larger in time as alexia gets pushed farther in a lust driven state. "N..nno please" she whined out as john moved on top of her, she needed this to stop, she couldnt let him tie as she felt his knot pushing harder against her "F...fine do it" she growls out a bit as johns smirk returns on his maw "No not yet" John reply's as he slams into her hard the knot spreading her wide as he shivered a bit Alexia begged as the powerful wolf slam hard into her. He watched alexia tense up as the knot pushes into her as it gets pulled out just as fast as it got pushed in, John is knot fucking her, One thing she never let kazu do to her, it hurt to much but she was loving this. Kazu watches in fear as the knot pushes into her, He whines out a bit as he thinks it is over with, That his wife is not going to have his puppy's but the wolfs, He watches the knot get pulled out before slammed back in, "BITCH" he mutters out his wife refused to let him treat her like that, Said it was degrading to any female furry and that she would never take part in it, But watching his wife's reactions her claws running on johns back, Her legs tighting around his waist, She is cumming, He knew it, Her eyes closed as she lets out the loudest moan kazu had ever heard. "Oh yes" she panted out, He just made her cum harder then ever before, she was still shivering from it, his knot is pushing in and out with ease as they continue to mate, He is wonderful, He is perfect" I love this john" she moaned out without realizing she had done so, her slit and sex gripping onto him tightly, His knot fucking slowing, before it stopped "Do...don't forget to pull out" she hisses at john. Her eyes widen as she had a feeling between her legs feeling him swell that last bit, John moaned out "Ba..babe we gotta get my knot out, I'm tied" he whimpered, John did it on purpose, He tied with her as she hissed out, "Ohhh god" she thought to herself, He is cumming, He is cumming. He didn't pull out" She moans out as she continues to cling tightly to the wolf. kazu watched the wolf bury himself deep into my wife. The Motion stopping as he watched the wolf tense up "Pull out" kazu muttered, His wife is still enjoying cumming herself as he looks at her legs locked behind his back, His knot it buried deep within her as the orbs pull close to the wolfs body, "He is going to cum" kazu growls out, Ready to bust through the window as he watches the wolfs rump tense, Over and over again "He is cumming into my wife" he whines out as he watches alexias reaction, She kissed john and pulled herself close.... She wanted it..... Kazu had enough. He stood up with tears in his eyes. He was betrayed by his own wife. His love, His Mate.... Kazu slipped a paw off the sub roof, He slid all the way to the tree as he catches himself on a branch before running off, His ears are lowered back. He didn't get to do what he wanted and bust in there. He called his wife instead. Knowing her phone is still downstairs "Sweety the meeting was extended ill be out of town for another month" he hung up the phone and whined having his phone vibrate 30 min later when he reached his car... it was his wife "Hey hon i need to tell you something i heard your voice mail and is it possible for you to come home after your done with the meeting for a few days, I love you" he heard his wife as kazu sighs and nods "Ill be home tomorrow" Kazu slips into his car as he starts it up. His ears are still lowered as he whines to himself, A female voice from the backseat perked his ears up. It was Sammy the neighbors teenaged daughter, She looked pissed.... "I've seen what your wife and that wolf were doing, She totally cheated on you" Kazu whimpers as he looks down as the light gray fox slips up into the front seat "I was wondering why you parked this far back from your house and now I see why, You knew she was cheating on you didn" Kazu interrupted her "NO.... I was going to surprise her because I was back in town early" he whimpers as he felt Sammy nuzzle and bite into his neck "Shh I want you to stay quiet kazu. She didn't think of you when she did that and now I don't want you to think of her when I help you out" his member is freed from his pants as the small fox wraps her paw around the husky's member, Stroking it as she grins climbing onto his lap "Mm now I want you to fuck me now...." Sammy smirks as she rubs her entrance against the husky's hardened length Ohhh god" Kazu thinks to himself "Not only did my wife cheat on me im about to mate with the neighbors daughter " his head shook as he snaps back into his own vision. His member is already mounted deeply within the teenage fox's sex "Ohhhh" he growls sinking his teeth into her shoulder. His paw grips on Sammy hips as he drives his own member deeply within the fox. His pants increase as he looses his body to lust and the fact he wanted to get back at his wife, His thrusting into the fox didn't take too long, Kazu grips on sammys hips as he groans out in pleasure, His windows are starting to fog up a bit on the car, A sloppy sound of sex is coming from between their legs as kazu whimpers a bit in pleasure and lust. A few thrusts into the tightness of the teenaged fox kazus natural insticts are kicking in, Fucking sammy harder and deeper as his knot starts to swell he pops it in and out with ease for now out of the fox's sex. Once the knot was at its full size, Kazu was poping it in and out of sammy with a grunt each thrust. "Mmm baby im getting close" kazu pants out as he feels his knot slip back into sammys wet folds. Once fully mounted on kazus member, sammys teeth latched onto both kazu's neck and her legs locked around his waist. It only took a few more seconds before kazus member was twitching, Leaking more pre into the foxs sex. Grunting as he starts to feel a bit dizzy, His own member finally erupts, shooting his seed deeply within this fox" His head starts spinning as he passed out. When kazu wakes, He was dressed and in his bed at home..... thinking to himself "Was this all a dream" he whimpers out as his alexia comes back in "I still gotta talk to you Hun, I left a message for your boss saying your sick and you had an accident on the way home, Just go to sleep and we will talk in the morning" Kazu whimpers as he reaches for his wife before blacking out again..... (Hehe this is the end of chapter one, Ill be making improvements on it based of of your all's comments. Chapter two is also depending on comments weather it will be worth to write a second chapter or end it here :P)

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Title: Pets: Chapter 6 by theonehowl Tags: Bat, Crossdressing, Domination/Submission, Fox, Lactation, M/F, Mouse, Passion, Wolf \_\_\_\_\_\_\_I'd like to apologize to anyone reading this that is reading the What Happens After series; it will be quite a while till we can get another chapter done; but I'll be updating Pets alot\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Jerrh woke up on the hard, cold ground. He felt like this was almost the normal way to wake up somewhere, having no idea where or what time it was. He lifted off the ground and shook his head. It felt like he had fallen or even thrown to the ground. Something...something felt familiar about that one...thrown... He let out a sigh, not worrying about it. He was only a little sore, but he felt absolutely drained of energy. He was hungry. He finally managed to get on his feet and began walking down the hall towards a glow of candle light. It took him more than a minute to get there with his dragging pace. When he turned the corner, there was another hall. It was like the one he just walked down, except lit with candles and had locks on all the doors. He walked on, slightly afraid of what was in each of those rooms. He only made quick glances into the bar windows. He made sure to walk quietly and carefully. He could hear loud, deep breathing from some rooms and strange sounds that sounded like laughter in an alien form. On close examination, the locks had symbols carved in them. Jerrh finally understood that these cells held demonic creatures and spirits inside. He was close to the end, just another few rooms left. Four more doors to pass on each side. A total of eight nightmares probably waiting for him to come by. Jerrh kept his breathing steady, his heart from beating too loudly. BAM! The third from last door on his right trembled from the massive force that must have hit it. Jerrh yelled out weakly and then set off a domino effect throughout the entire hall. Whatever was behind them all began beating on the doors in a war drum beat. The antagonizing sound of every creature pulling and tweaking the fear inside Jerrh set off his mind. He sprinted to the end. He turned. There were stairs and he sprinted up them too. He loved these stairs. They were stone, and they were warm from the light that a window behind shined down on them. They were like the holy steps out of hell. He opened the door and slammed it behind. He rested his back and caught his breath, getting control of his fear. Realizing there was no reason to be afraid, that they all were locked in, he opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen since he got here. The sun shined out here. Jerrh's eyes adjusted quickly, as if they were as eager as him to see the beauty around him. The sunshine was more beautiful than ever, but it better reflected off the wonderful flowers and off the different shapes of cut hedges. He walked further into the clean cut patterns of the green world. The sun warmed his naked body and it felt natural to be in this nature world and feel warm. It must have a professional gardener to design and create this. He felt absolutely free and there was no reason to worry now that he was experiencing this beautiful world. He slowed down and began to flow down to his knees and then he turned to lie on his back. He stared up into the blue sky. His eyes even got the pleasure to see milky clouds of different shape. He sighed. The sound of his breath mixed with the sound of grass blades being stepped on. Jerrh's mind was unable to even focus on anything else. The overwhelming feeling of being out in the free day distracted his almost broken mind. The person sat beside his head as he just went on looking and played his favorite game he used to play when there were clouds out. A furry hand petted his head as he just went on starring up. His smile softened when there was a comforting touch. The voice was so soft, so sweet, that it didn't even interrupt Jerrh's blissful state. "A truly beautiful place, isn't it?" Jerrh closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes...it is..." he answered. The soft smile faded away and his lips depressed to make his expression of disappointment. He was comprehending, in a very calm manner, who it was that was sitting beside him. "Mistress..." "I need to make better care of keeping you in your room." "Does that make you angry...that I can get out of your stupid prison? You know I don't want to call you that..." "No, I'm not angry, just disappointed with the maid...." He noticed she ignored his complaint completely. "I hate calling you that...why can't I stop?" He was absolutely calm; it was probably the whole garden that calmed him like this. "It's just programmed into you. You will never stop. But if it would make you feel better, that is actually my name. You can think of it that way..." It didn't make him feel much better, but it made it easier to carry on the conversation. "Why do you want us here?" He heard her sigh. "You don't remember being up on the stage? You don't remember me making the first and only bid at the auction?" Auction? He couldn't really remember anything past the time he woke up here. He never really had time to think of anything while he was here. "I don't." "Well, it is a good thing that I asked for and read up on the background of both of you." Jerrh turned enough to look up at Mistress. She was looking at him, something was in her eyes. He was so unsure what it was, so confused. She looked straight, away from his eyes, for reasons he could not say. "You both were enjoying the feel of being on your own in the Terex cities. Well, a year after you moved into a rental in the village, a Terex gang came through and pillaged the city real good. It took the whole army of Terex to blow away the main resistance and then the rest just kind of split up. The army hunted down most of what was left." Jerrh couldn't resist the involuntary movement of rolling onto his stomach to look at her as he listened. "You were both captured along with a very large number of handsome or beautiful or even cute civilians. That's all I really know about your capture, but I have a feeling of how amnesia would come about it. The slave traders usually drug everybody up with lots of inertia fruits. They probably mixed types and different doses." She looked down at him, her hand caressed over his head. He didn't shy away from it or fear it. He needed it. These words of his world crumbling were very powerful and sad. He didn't doubt them, there was no way to disprove her and the way she said it. He felt no doubt inside. He and Dice almost had a good life of growing up. They were going to go get schooling, then even maybe part ways to start each other's very own life, but still be good friends forever. As she pet and looked at him with what he could only say was adoration, she spoke on, "They were much disorganized as they were hunted. That is how I assume they did this to you. I took you both in. I saw both of you on the stage, and knew every hungry eye feasting on you would have had trials much more unpleasant than my playful ones." Jerrh twisted his head away from her look, spite growing in him as he recalled all of her 'playful' events. But his head did not successfully leave the comforting hand of the wolf mistress. "All my fun isn't as bad as you think it is. You would like it, if you would give in and submit to me. Let me show you the deep desires inside of yourself that you hide." He pushed her hand away, still not looking at her. "You can keep your perverted pleasures. I wish to have nothing to do with them anymore." Her hand grasped his chin firmly and pulled him to look at her. He didn't mean to, but he looked at her eyes. They weren't as captivating this time as he remembered, but they still were full of so much power. "This is a perverse world, whether you like it or not. I have bought you for a very admirable price. It was so high, no one even dared to out-bid it. I think if I were patient, I could have gotten you cheaper-" "If it's about money, then let me work it off. I'll do anything except your perverted little acts. I'm good at many things and I work hard." Jerrh was determined to talk this out. She seemed so understandable. "No, it's not about money." Her hold tightened just slightly. "I want you. I don't want my money, I wanted both of you and I will keep you as I wish." Jerrh watched her close her eyes and sigh. The hold loosened and then let go. She looked at him again, and what seemed like sincerity rested in her eyes. Her hand caressed under his chin, and slightly beckoned his head to move up. Jerrh was leaning without really understanding why. She moved around to where she was standing on her knees, bringing him to meet her. She leaned her wolf muzzle down to whisper into his ear. "I will show you the wonders of submitting to me..." Both of their eyes were closed. His tail only moved back and forth so slow, just so he could defend and say it wasn't wagging. "I never want to submit to you..." he didn't know why he didn't scream the words. He didn't know why he wasn't pulling away and running for an exit. Why couldn't he stop inhaling her scent, stop caressing her sides with his hands? He couldn't see the smile that curved on her lips. "You don't have to, my pet. I will make you submit every time. You never have to loose your will. If I let you keep it, will you stay here and take the suffering of my games?" He tried hard to understand this deal. If he stayed willingly, he would get to keep his free will? "What if I don't?" "Then I will completely break you with the best of my tortures. And please...do not underestimate them. I want you to make the right choice for yourself." She kissed on his little ear, taking him and bringing him close to her. He felt the wonderful cushion of her breast on his bare chest. His tail wagged a little faster now. He was completely helpless, laying in her arms. Her paw reached down and pinched the base of his tail. He shivered, on the verge of complete convulsions. His voice was breathless, "How did you know?" She made a deep, soft laugh. "I know many things about you, my pet. You are mine, why shouldn't I know this?" The paw on his tail base clawed up his back and held his neck. She leaned her head back and guided him to kiss her deeply. Her mouth completely took over his. She sucked in his tongue, licked at it, nibbled on it. She did it all and was so dominating while she did it. He could only shiver and moan at every little slip and flip her tongue made in his mouth. She pulled away and looked down at him as he laid against her. Her smile was warm and her eyes held interest. "This is how you will submit to me. I will take it from you every time. You will never do it willingly, unless you want to." His eyes looked at her, as if he were drugged. "Never," he breathed. She made a small laugh. "It's so cute how you think you can resist forever." She kissed at his chin, her hand arching his head up for access. "So cute," she breathed at him and kisses down his neck. "But you are mine..." Her teeth sank into his tight nipple. He cringed at the shocking pain. "Ahhh....rhhh..." He breathed past the pain. She licked at it lovingly then. More shivers erupted through his body and he felt so weak now. He could do nothing. He only felt like begging for more and he wouldn't do that. She finished licking on his nipple. His eyes were closed the whole time as she moved back to standing on her knees, looking down at him. Her hand guided his head as she spoke, "Now, time for you to learn how to suck your Mistress' breasts." His muzzle hit her nipple and it automatically opened and sucked her in his mouth. He feasted on her like he hungered for nothing else in the world. She gasped; surprised by how fast and good he had carried out her command. His teeth brushed her tit in just the right way. His hard and eager sucking just made it feel like her breast was going to melt into his mouth. She only slightly shivered as she looked down. She smiled and petted his head. He made the most wonderful sounds that increased her arousal, sounds that were very pathetic and adorable. She couldn't resist the moisture that filled her sex. She loved the way his tongue would go out and cup her tit as he just sucked. The wolf mistress couldn't quite understand how he was so good at it. She was breathing faster now and moaning. How did he get so good? "Ohh...Oh godd..." She could feel herself drip onto the open ground. It had been very long since she felt someone so good at this. She even...yes....she felt herself lactate into his mouth. He moaned louder as he tasted her. Her expression was so surprised. He had sucked and tightened it to the point of her just leaking into his mouth. "HeH!...hehhhh..." her gasps were so uneven and out of control. She only felt this once in her life. "OOOooh, God...don't stop!!" Both of her hands wrapped themselves around his head and urged him on. Jerrh sucked on and on. He sucked and drank away the squirts that erupted into his maw. He felt so aroused and yet, wanted more of her breasts. He had wanted these for so long. His other hand had been squeezing and pinching at the other nipple. He pressed the erection he had against Mistress' sex. It was so wet. The warm juices slid against his cock and he just grinded it against her harder. It pulled a moan from her and he sucked hard on her again, sucking down more juices from her tit. She pulled his head away, making him look at her. "Fuck me now, slave." She practically growled the command down at him. He nodded as best as he could as he breathed in the air. She layed down against the grass, grabbing his hips and pulling him on top of her. He didn't wait for anything. He slid right into her tight slit. Her claws grabbed at the sides of his lower back as she filled the whole garden with sounds of pleasure. Jerrh drove his hips past the overwhelming sensation of his slick member sliding in to her warm, wet sex. He heard and even felt the growl of the wolf under him. He could feel her want, her need for him in ways he never imagined. The only thing he knew right now were the feelings driving him and just thrusting harder to get each and every one of those sensations. He wanted to feel more, more pleasure. Jerrh was grabbing at her shoulder and side, squeezing her fur in between his fingers. "..GOD...HARDER!" she screamed at him. The adrenaline obeyed her words as he practically pulled her over his shaft harder as she wished. He leaned down next to her head as he kept pumping into her. He whispered hoarsely, "Why...am I doing this?" She grabbed the back of his head and replied to his ear. "Because you want it..." Climax took Jerrh completely by surprised. The world went almost completely white. Basic instinct made his teeth sink to his Mistress' shoulder. The sudden jolt of pain stabbing into the pool of pleasure made the wolf mistress over flow. Her sex clamped down on Jerrh's, and he suddenly couldn't move into her anymore. It was so tight. He felt hot fluids explode over his member and could even tell his own were amongst the flowing liquids. His teeth let go of his mistress. Jerrh's entire body went completely limp against her. "That..." he breathed to get his words back to working order. She held his limp and helpless body against her. "That was my first time...Mistress." His eyes looked up at her, his head lying on its side as it layed on her upper chest. There was just a vulnerable feel to the way his eyes looked at her. She smiled and wrapped her limbs around him. They layed in the warm sun. She nuzzled on his head as she showed the affection she thought her pet needed... Dice closed the heavy wood door behind her. Her gaze stayed forward as she walked into the room further. There were a few silver swing bars hanging by chains from the ceilings, and there was one luxurious bed, with silk curtains hanging from far above the it. It was colored in very light purples and greens. "You called, Master Daeo?" Dice asked. She felt very nervous, and still excitement was creeping deep inside her. "Yes," Daeo sounded from under the sheets. He turned up to look at Dice, who was standing with her hands clasped behind her back. "I wanted you personally to make a visit to my quarters so we could..." He threw the covers to his side open. "Get to know each other better." His smirk promised everything dark that Dice could think of and maybe something more. Dice only expected some kind of game of sex anyways. Still she went with it. She really didn't have a choice, but she chose with the free will she had. It wasn't like everything she had gone through was exactly bad. A game of sex might not be too bad at the moment. She kicked off her black slippers after she walked next to the bed. Then she climbed into the bed, letting Master Daeo hold the sheets for her. "Such a gentleman..." she said and blushed, her head slightly lowering in a cute, shy way. Daeo still had the same smirk on his face after he let the sheets lay back over her. His right arm tugged at her right and his left went over her shoulders when she was close to him. "I'm much more than that..." His smirk spread to a toothy grin. Dice couldn't resist a giggle from the flirtatious charm. The maid crown on her head made her act like a girl, but this was Dice. She had figured that out after a while of wearing it. All her actions and reactions are just translated and changed into a female version of what he does and will do. She cuddled close under his arm, and smiled a cute smile. "How would you like to get to know me better, Master?" Daeo couldn't deny the lust he felt for the baby doll eyes and the fact she was a complete cross-dressing, cute little male mouse. Dice's body, attitude, and current wardrobe were the perfect symbol of Daeo's most intimate fetish. His mouth even watered to sexually feast on the little mouse beside him. "I would like to know why you serve Mistress so willingly. We never got to the third level of our games before you gave in. I would like to know why..." The arm around Dice's shoulder was caressing up and down. It gave the little mouse chills. "Well..." Dice actually had to think about her answer. She no longer acted with the flow of the controlling item on her head. She had to think with her mind for once in a long while. "It felt so good. I couldn't resist the...the...just the dark pleasure of giving in and doing all these things that I thought were just so wrong. I always thought from afar that these acts were just twisted and sick, but it feels so good to be twisted and sick. Dark pleasure is the only word for what I feel right now as I give in willingly, Master." Daeo watched her as she answered, her head and gaze shying away from his observing eyes. He held a passive expression on his face and now it was his smirk once again. "Ok," he nodded, "now tell me; what was your favorite game? Be truthful. A good pet should never lie to his or her Master or Mistress just because you're afraid of a displeasing answer. You should be a trustworthy pet." Dice nodded. "Good girl." The way he said it made an electric pleasure run down her spine. She took a deep breath. She was blushing so badly. "It was..." She closed her eyes to focus pass the blushing. "It was when...I had to..." "Yes..?" "It was when I had to..." She said the final words just quiet enough for him to hear. "-suck you off all day." Daeo laughed softly to himself. "Why did you like that so much?" Dice made a slight whimper when he asked more of the embarrassing questions. "Because...I secretly like...like..." Daeo finished for her. "Cock?" Dice's face couldn't be anymore red. She nodded anyways. He smiled and laughed softly to himself. "Good girl." She felt the electric feeling again as her cheeks burned. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. She made a cute little 'ooo' sound as her head arched up for more. She felt so dominated. Daeo took the initiative and kissed under her chin and along her throat. He was a few inches taller and had just the perfect advantage to access, but not too big to be clumsy. His left arm curled to take possession of her and his right hand reached down to cup her balls through the cotton panties. He felt her erection. He pulled back from the kissing and said, "Someone's already excited." She only moaned. His hand slipped down her panties and grasped at her furry balls. She moaned out loud. "Do you really like sucking on my cock?" She breathed through her nose and responded with an "mmhmm". "Well, you're going to have the pleasure of learning to please your owner and the pleasure to suck me." She breathed more. "Yesss...." "But first, I'm going to let you cum first." He threw back the covers to expose both of them. Daeo had his black, tight thong on and Dice was still in her maid costume. "I want to watch you undress." Dice nodded, blushing again. Daeo pulled away and sat up in the bed to watch her. She kept her gaze away in a shy, cute manner. She took off the maid top, showing a bra covering a very flat chest. She unclasped the bra and pulled off the skirt. When it was off she was stopped from taking off the next clothing. "Wait, leave the garters... I'll take care of the panties." Daeo reached out with his claws and cut the panties away and threw them aside. Dice was now lying there in the bed with only black garters attached to black pantyhose covering her legs. Daeo got on all fours as he stalked around to where he was now at Dice's feet. He began crawling up closer to her. Once close enough, his mouth jumped at her mouth and took her into a deep kiss. His long bat tongue crawled around and in places Dice never thought a tongue could go. Her eyes rolled back a little as she moaned in the bat's mouth. His hands caressed up the smooth texture of the black pantyhose. Daeo pulled away from the trembling mouse's lips. He made light kisses over the mouse's chest. He quickly and carefully pierced a nipple with a pair of his fangs. Dice gasped loudly, making stuttering noises of 'aw' at what had just happened to her. She relaxed back into the bed after a few seconds. Daeo then reached out and pulled a silver ring from on top of his drawer. He slipped it through the maid's nipple, all the while licking it clean. Daeo pulled back, slightly panting as he watched the mouse's body in lust. Dice was now one of the most attractive things he had ever seen. Daeo wanted the mouse and wanted her now. The bat pounced on top of her. He took her legs and lifted them up while saying, "We're going to have to skip the lesson..." The lust in his voice was unmistakable. "W-why?" Dice asked anyways. Daeo was only inches away from Dice's face. His bat hand was caressing the side of her face lovingly. "Because I can't stand not taking you for another second. You...you are so desirable right now, Pet. You weaken me through my most intense desires..." Daeo closed his eyes as he nuzzled the mouse close. "We will make love rather than have sex. I want it..." He pulled away, looking into her eyes. She nodded and smiled with a blush. "Caress my shaft, lube it with my precum, my pet" Daeo pushed his hips close enough for her. She reached down and stroked and caressed and smothered it with her delicate hand. He pulled away, slightly crippled by the intense feeling of her hand, and positioned her asshole in front of his shaft's tip. His mouth had strings of drool falling down onto her furry sac. She shivered when she felt the little wet drips. Daeo was ready to take her, so ready....

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Title: It's My Life by kaleemmcintyre Tags: Anal, Domination/Submission, Forced, German Shepherd, M/M, Mild Drama, Modern, Musk, Oral, Wolfox It was impossible to concentrate today. His mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The bills had just come in today and that didn't help his mood at all. Not like he couldn't pay for them but just the fact that he wasn't employed at a decent job and his savings were dwindling down to nothing made him even more irritable. Grunting and slamming on the keys of his keyboard he finally decided to get up and go out. It was pretty late in the day and thankfully the sun was setting taking its scorching heat with it. Already dressed in an oversized white t-shirt and blue jeans he stood up, stretching his arms before turning off his laptop. Stepping from around his chair and then bending down and petting his dog, a pure black Labrador retriever, he grabbed his keys and wallet and headed for the front door. When he was outside of his front door the blue and white fox/wolf hybrid let out a sleepy yawn then made his way down the front porch steps and out onto the street. The sweltering heat made his fur sweaty and automatically he regretted not bothering to put on any deodorant but who cared, not like he was going to be around his best friend today. His best friend was a female wolfess who lived a few minutes away but he didn't want to be bothered or bother her today. She was probably with her pups helping them with their school preparations and since he wasn't gonna be a help: why bother being a thorn in her side with his presence? Instead, the folf put his paws in his pockets and then walked down towards the west end of his side of town. He had seen his brother today and had helped him with an I-pod he had found before watching the other go about his business today. Other than that, the folf hadn't done anything special though he had walked his dog, helped his mom with her projects she had in mind and then went to the store to buy some junk food and meat today. Thankfully he had some money left on his debit card so he could go and get what he wanted for this week and he had enough canned foods to last the rest of this month. This was life for him; a mundane order of tasks done to keep boredom and the bills at bay. He did have a simple under the table paid job to help move antiques for people two days out of every month. So while things weren't bad and he wasn't out on the streets he wished some days it could be a lot better. Then again, it took too much effort to try and grasp for things that are only gonna be taking away. That's a rule life had taught to him really early when he had been young and watching himself having to leave his home because he couldn't do anything to keep it. He was too young to understand the concept of jobs, money, and financial debt and so on. These were the tools needed to keep something that you had to get from another person, especially a house, car, food, and so on... Sighing to himself, the folf had to shake his head to keep the depressive thoughts from sweeping over him. He knew better than to let them swamp over him. He'd already tried to off himself in the past and if not for the fact that he had botched that so miserably, the fierce words of the woman who had told him, in a polite way, that if he ever did so again he would never leave that insane ward again. He had no time for that because if he wanted to be imprisoned against his will he might as well go and break into a store and trash the place. Same effect, honestly. Growling and slapping his tail against his against the concrete beneath his feet, the blue and white folf grunted before sighing again and turning his thoughts to something else. He needed to get laid tonight. His tailhole tingled and his cock and sheath throbbed making the folf want to reach down and finger his ass right out in public. Just want to reach down behind his back, under his waistband and then slip a single finger between the cheeks of his tailbase. Being a gay folf boy was a tedious thing some days in a neighborhood that was unforgiving to those who were ‘different' and ‘out of the ordinary'. It didn't matter though, who cared about their opinions anyway? He didn't. He had lived with them for so long that at this point it didn't even faze him in the least. What did bother him was that incessant burning right under his tail. It was like his body was going into some kind of sexual withdrawal, probably because his fox blood was boiling in his veins. Getting up into the busier part of town the folf looked between the supermarket across the street and then to the bus terminal on his left then decided to catch a ride to somewhere else. He wasn't dressed like anyone important right now but maybe he would ride to the wealthier neighborhoods and pick up a trick. Not that he ever done so before or needed the money but he did want the attention. He had heard about it being done before but he had never tried it. Just being a folf though, his natural foxiness should make it easy for him to gain the attention of a nice stud; maybe a wolf. He liked wolves since he was part lupine so no surprise there. Entering the bus station, swiping his transit card into the machine and pushing aside the guard rail, the folf made his way into the heart of the terminal while heading up to the rail car. His tail bounced behind him as he thought about what he was gonna do and how much it made his loins throb in excitement as well as his rapidly beating heart thrum just a little bit harder. It was dangerous and really insane, but what hell? The worse possibility would be that he never came back home but his mom would make sure to take care of his dog. His pup would miss him but he could probably learn to forget all the same. Stepping into the near empty rail car, the folf breathed in the stale scent of body odors, chemical cleaners, stagnant musk and other frothy scents that made him sneeze before sitting down at an empty seat. The few furs that were on board with him ignored him as the folf leaned back into his seat and slightly drifted. He'd make sure to get off at a reasonable stop somewhere downtown but for now all he wanted to do was allow everything he was feeling to drift away into the abyss. Stop after stop after stop the rail car trailed along with the train's driver honking the horn ever few minutes. When he was halfway to the end of north line the folf growled and rubbed his eyes, getting up and then checking to see where he was. Six stops past downtown and close to the ‘wealthier' neighborhoods. It was a place he knew he would never belong but he didn't care. He didn't have fleas or mange and looked half way decent with his fur cut evenly and his tail accurately puffed out like every fox's should be. That was all the folf needed to try and do what he planned for tonight. Getting off at the second to last stop on the line he knew he had no idea where he was but tried act cool anyway. Stuffing his paws into his pockets again the folf walked out of the station and then up the steps before going to the bus terminal. Looking at the posted routes of each bus schedule he decided to get on the number eighteen which would take him to a large populace filled with bars and clubs. Unlike this side of town, the people seemed to be very...distanced from one another. Almost as if they were trying not to enclose in each other's space while back home it was common to bump, step, push, shove and all out crash into another fur; expected even. Here though, it was almost like some invisible force was pushing everyone away from one another. Now the folf was hoping he hadn't wasted two dollars on this venture when he could have gotten some junk food instead. Catching up to the bus before it departed, the folf got on and swiped his transit card again and nodded to the bus driver before settling down. When the bus driver was ready to depart the large machine moved from out of the station and down the road. Getting to the place where he figured would be the best chance for getting some quick, meaningless sex; the folf pulled the cord for the driver to stop and then thanked the female tigeress and hopped onto the pavement and then looked around. This part of town seemed like a foreign world with the bustling night clubs, closing businesses and still open restaurants. Deciding to look around before choosing which place he was going to venture into, the folf made his way through the streets with his paws stuck back into his pockets again. The sky was turning black as the sun set below the buildings and then the moon shone to its brightest. Not wanting to be out for too long, the folf made a decision and walked into the bar, after showing his 23 year old ID card to the bouncer, which seemed to have the highest ratio of guys to females going in it. Once inside the folf grabbed an unoccupied table and then began his search for someone to bang his backside out. The guys that entered into the place were all cool, suave studs but they seemed more like businessmen taking a day off more than average furs coming out to club tonight. Lifting his ears up, the young fur listened to the males as they talked about things that went right off the top of his head but he could assume it was about money when it was all boiled down. So far the few women who came in didn't stay long when they realized what kind of club this was and it made the folf smile some as he figured that with them gone he at least his chances went up to: a shot in hell. As the night wore on with the DJ playing something between sleepy upbeat jazz and rhythmic rock the folf was wondering if he should just go outside and hang around the side of the building with his pants half off his tail. It seemed like his opportunities might go up right before someone sat down across from him making the folf jump up in fright. The fur who sat with him was just what he was looking for, except he was a dog; a German shepherd to be exact, with a nice build and some thick looking arms. The smile on the other male's face was really warm and inviting and yet there was a fainting ringing in the back of his brain that was going off when the sheppy looked at him. "Can I help you?" The folf asked. "Depends," The shepherd said smoothly, like wet silk. "On?" "How much you want for me to pound that ass of yours, puppy." The older male growled while rubbing his tail underneath the table across the younger folf's groin. The folf blinked as he wasn't sure how to respond for a split second. A cold sweat rose from the back of his neck along with his scruff making him pant a bit. He wasn't a...that was when he remembered what he was here for and then something clicked in his mind. "How about you take me into the bathroom and rape my tailhole, for free?" The folf said seductively as some of his own predatory nature kicked in. He was descended from wolves after all. "Hmm, a free whore; must be something wrong with you." The shepherd said looking down on the folf as if were something dirty. "Nope, just bored and horny, but if you aren't dog enough for it," The folf stated before bringing his paw up to make shooing motion. "Please go away so you don't scare away other clientele." The young fur commanded while looking around and seeing a large tiger who was leering at him while sipping on his martini at the bar. The dog raised an eyebrow before growling in challenge and nodding towards the bathroom stalls. The young folf bobbed his head and got up first before sashaying his downy tail at the male then rubbing his tail tip against the other male's face before walking towards the restrooms. When he was inside of the restroom the folf looked himself in the mirror then wondered what in the hell had gotten into him. Predatory nature: he didn't have one! He was a city fur! The closes he had ever come to being predatory was when he was outside playing with his three year old Labrador. What the hell was he thinking? However, when the door to the bathroom opened and the closed followed by a sudden click of the lock being turned, it was a too little too late for any contemplations. Turning his head, the folf watched as the German Shepherd prowled closer to him while taking off his shirt and then unzipping his pants before grabbing the folf around the shoulders and then hefting him up onto the wide counter with the folf's back against the mirror. The fiery look inside of the older male's eyes was startling to the younger fur as he realized just what he had gotten himself into when the lips of the dog took his own. There were no soft gestures or caring maneuvers, this guy was gonna rape his butt hard and make the folf love every second of it. Pressing their lips tightly together, the folf reached out around his current trick and dug his claws into the shepherd's back underneath that well groomed brown fur. The dog grunted and snarled before breaking away from the young fur and then slamming the younger male's head into the mirror. Shaking free his pants, the German shepherd grabbed the folf by the back of his hand and bent the other in half so that the young fur's moist nose was right next to his turgid length. The musky scent of the sweaty dog cock was heavy and filled up the folf's senses with little trouble. On instinct, his pink tongue rolled free from his lips and spilled out to coax the swelling member free of its furry house into his warm muzzle. The shepherd wasn't waiting for the folf to get ready for his shaft to fill and sink into his muzzle; instead he bent the younger fur down even more and smashed his groin into the folf's muzzle making him gag when his cock slipped between his cheeks and into his throat. The hard length of red maleness grew and grew as the folf's flailed his head around and swirled his tongue rubbed over it making the dog even more excited for his current conquest. When the folf couldn't take anymore with the heavy shaft pressing onto his nose and the small ball of the German shepherd's knot rubbing over his snout he growled and pushed back against the dog's paw and coughed up a trail of saliva and pre from his lips. Grunting and almost hissing at the folf, the shepherd grabbed him by the throat, kissed the pup tasting himself and then spun the folf around on the counter angling the younger fur's tail upwards as he ripped a hole in the back of his blue jeans tearing the fabric away. When he had access to the treasure trove of the young fur's tailhole, the older fur bent down and sniffed and the pink muscle before chuckling at what his nose told him. Not wanting to spoil his time with the almost virgin like male in between his fingers, the dog grunted and licked over the tight pucker making the folf shiver and moan as he looked at himself in the mirror and realized just what so many people found arousing about his fox like features. Reaching a paw up to touch the reflective surface as if to touch the seductive and sensual creature in front of him, the folf found his own image to be one of sexual deviancy with his full, pouting muzzle dipping with fluids and his smoldering dark, brown eyes at the sensations crashing through him. He looked like a paid whore. The German shepherd nodded in readiness after his tongue had sunken into the cave of the folf's tailhole and spread it open enough for him to slip a single finger inside. Just one of his digits felt like it was being gripped by a clamp and that was enough for him to realize he was about to have the best free ride of his life. Pulling his wet claw out of the younger fur, the older male hoisted his hips up to catch his slick, pointed tip in the shallow of the folf's tailhole. Shoving in with a single, unforgiving motion, the dog listened to the clenching grunt coming from the younger fur's muzzle as he took him without patience or amnesty. Reaching out with his other paw to place them both in front his head to keep from smacking his head against the mirror, the folf automatically pressed himself as far back as he could into the shepherd's advances when the older dog speared him open and then pulled back out with the same bruising force. He was so hot that even breathing became unbearable and his body seemed to be getting even hotter. His constrained cock spilled out dregs of precum in his pants making a dark wet spot appear on his crotch while his flesh heated up and began to sweat turning his heady scent into a heavy dew of male stink. The shepherd leaned forward to smell that stink as he grabbed onto the little whore's hips and thrust home and then pulled back and snapped them forward again rocketing the folf boy forward into the glass. His cock had been pent up for too long and as it claimed the younger male he made sure to drive home the fact that he was taking the younger fur without mercy. Another sharp thrust and the younger fur grunted and moaned before rolling his head around sometimes rubbing his cheek into the sheppy's cheek in a mock nuzzle. Growling and biting harder on the folf's neck the shepherd made his hips dance forward and his filling knot kiss the backside of the folf's anus. He wanted to dominant this boy and then leave his mark deep inside of the younger male so that he would remember his first real fuck every time another male took him. The thoughts and feelings of those squeezing muscles made the sheppy moan while sinking his fangs deeper beneath the fur of his conquest skin tasting the warm dregs of crimson blood on his tongue. Everything about this folf was delicious and he wanted even more. The young fur was in ecstasy when he rubbed his groin into the mirror leaving a smear of pre onto the surface along with his scent and panted hard enough to fog up the reflective surface. His claws scraped into the glass making it shriek, going unnoticed by the duo as the shepherd rammed himself harder up the folf's tailhole and close to his guts. Back and forth, the dog rammed the other without mercy and made shouts of praise spill out from between the young male's lips as he pushed back close as possible into his stud's thrusts. Unable to control himself, the dog found his knot locking them together sooner than he would have liked with the folf's body sucked him in preventing him from pulling out without tearing the other, not that he would have cared but it would have ruined the sexy look of euphoria in the folf's eyes as the sheppy looked at him in the mirror. Settling for force rather than finesse, the German shepherd made fast and furious thrusts into the younger male's back while his fangs kept the other looking at himself in the mirror. The two faces staring back at each other were an odd mix of savage beauty and unrelenting lust. The burning eyes of the dog met the glazed vision of the younger folf's and before long the two became one when the dog gripped as tightly as he could into the folf's hips and rammed his knot as deep as he could up the slut's tail. Balls pulling up, a flood of cum ran into the folf's body making him see stars as his prostate was stroked by the heated liquid. Cumming into his own pants, the folf had enough time to look down and see white pouring free from his jeans and onto the counter before he dragged his claws even further down the mirror as he was swallowed up by everything he was feeling. Blinking open his eyes, the folf realized that he was alone in the bathroom and he was sitting down on a cold toilet lid. Wondering how he got there he tried to get up before his aching tail base made him sit back down. Looking down, the folf found that he wasn't wearing the pants he came in but instead he was in an oversized pair of brown pants. Wondering what the heck was going and grunting in pain, he felt something wet right under his seat and reached back to pull it out from under him. When he did he found a crisp one dollar bill staring back at him almost mockingly. Snorting and cursing the cheap ass shepherd the folf almost balled the bill up when he noticed something; on the top of the piece of currency was a name and a phone number and below it was a message scribbled by a sharpie: B. Ashmore. 867-650-9913 Tomorrow Night Raiders on 15th and Peachtree Be there...little slut. Somewhere, in a condo looking out over the glimmering city a muscular, naked German shepherd was sniffing and licking a pair of soggy, torn pair of blue jeans while rubbing over his half hard cock as he smirked to himself.

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Title: Maybe She'll Say Yes Tags: nude, nudism, lifeguard, nude model, art, naked, his first time, tits "She said no." Alex didn't know who or what Steve was talking about; figuring maybe Steve has asked his girlfriend for head again. Alex flipped to the next page of his 120-page textbook "Art and Artists," as he took a sip from the Pepsi can resting on the pavement underneath his chaise lounge. "Michelle, I mean," Steve said. "She doesn't want to pose for you." Alex almost gagged on the cola that trickled down his throat. He placed, no, practically threw his text book aside to avoid spitting the cola all over the fine glossy pages as he tried to restore the air into his lungs. "You *asked* her?" Alex said in disbelief. "Well yeah, dude," Steve said, peeling off his shirt and eyeing the diving board above. "You said you wanted to draw a naked chick, right? I thought I'd help you get the ball rolling." Alex slammed his text book shut and slid it into his book bag. "I hope you didn't *say* it that way!" Alex said. "Michelle's gonna think I'm a pervert!" "So? She's not gonna do it anyway," Steve said. "You'll have to ask someone else." Alex rolled his eyes. Steve had never shown a sense of tact in the five years Alex had known him, why should he start now? "Hey, why don't you just do a still life?" JB asked. JB only briefly looked up towards Alex to make his helpful suggestion before resuming his attention to his iPhone, furiously pressing the buttons to ensure the T piece landed neatly onto the I and L pieces with no spaces in between. "Cause this dude's still a virgin who's never seen a naked chick in real life," Steve said, picking up a bottle of sunscreen. "Shut up, yes I have," Alex said. "The man's got a talent, might as well use it to get him some pussy," Steve said, smearing the sunscreen onto his arms. "Artists don't sleep with their models, Steve," Alex said. Don't know why they wouldn't," Steve said. "Especially if they got a good-looking one. Speaking of that- daaaaaaaaaamnnnnn!" Steve almost dropped the bottle of sunscreen as he twisted his head to ogle two bikini-clad girls who had just emerged from the women's locker room. "What do you think?" Steve asked. "The brunette could stand to lose a few, the blonde, no problem, no problem." Alex turned to check out the newly arrived babes. He agreed the brunette was a tad overweight but had a pretty face nonetheless. The blonde had fantastic breasts and shapely legs, but perhaps a bit too much makeup. Alex tried to imagine her under softer lighting with a prop next to her. That might make a decent piece, Alex thought. "Aw man!" JB shouted. "I got over 15,000 points and I just lost!" JB shrugged and set his iPhone aside. "Well screw this, I'm going swimming," JB said. He pulled his shirt up over his chubby torso and dropped it onto his chaise lounge. "Woah, Casper, nice tan!" Steve laughed. "Shut up Steve, not everyone spends their winters in a tanning booth trying to get that perfect shade of carrot orange," JB said. He then curled in to a ball and slammed his rotund body into the pool, splashing water all over Steve and Alex. "My sketchbook!" Alex shouted. The rush of displaced water careened onto the cover of Alex's sketchbook, which he had resting at the foot of his chaise lounge. "You got it wet, dickhole!" Alex exclaimed. He grabbed his towel and meticulously wiped the water from the cover of his sketchbook. Alex flipped the book open. His collection of pastel and charcoal drawings appeared undamaged. Alex flicked a speck of dust from the corner of one of his drawings and shut the book again. "Hey Leonardo, the pool is for swimming, not drawing," Steve said. "Why don't you get in and do a lap?" What the hell, Alex thought. He wasn't getting much work done anyway, and was still no closer to finding a model for his project. Alex put his sketchbook into his book bag and zipped it shut. As an extra precaution, he moved his book bag a few feet further from the pool. "All right, Gentlemen, let's clear the landing pad," Alex said as he stepped up to the pool's edge. He waited for JB to swim out of his way, only to find JB apparently hadn't heard a word he just said. "Hello, Earth to JB," Alex said, but JB was staring intently at the pool entrance. "She's here," JB said. "What?" Alex asked. "Hold onto your cock, sir, look who just walked in," Steve said. "Who are you guys talk-" and then Alex stopped mid-sentence when he saw her. Audrey Poma, Alex's crush of six years, just stepped out of the pool office building. Geared up in a very form fitting red swimsuit with the word "Lifeguard" sprawled across the front in bold white letters, Audrey scanned the pool area through her ruby red-framed sunglasses and licked her lips. Alex had to take a step backwards when he felt her gaze pass him. His heart skipped four beats and he went momentarily catatonic. Steve and JB, while not carrying the torch for Audrey that Alex did, were still very much captivated by Audrey's alluring presence. Steve wrapped his arm around Alex's shoulders. "Now THAT'S the girl you should get for your art project," Steve said, admiring Audrey's curvaceous body. "She'd never do it," Alex said is dismay. "Won't know unless you ask," Steve said. Alex turned to Steve sternly. "Do NOT ask her," Alex said, with a penetrating stare into Steve's eyes. "It's on you, buddy," Steve said, and jumped into the water. Alex was too busy watching Audrey climb the lifeguard tower to mind the water Steve had just splashed onto him. What a perfect body, Alex thought to himself. She would be a great model for Alex's final project, which he had informed Steve and JB two days prior would be a female nude. Alex's professor has encouraged the assignment, but Alex did not have the money to hire a professional model. He'd spent the past few days in the hopes of finding a girl who would do it for cheap, if he could find a delicate way to present the question. Now here he was, in front of the perfect girl, and he had no idea how to ask. "Come on, dude! Jump in!" Steve said. That's right, Alex said to himself. I need to just jump in. Taking a deep breath, Alex stretched his muscles for a few brief seconds, and plunged into the water below. \*\*\*\*\* "Now THAT'S the girl you should get for your art project." Steve's voice echoed in Alex's head as he felt his heels touch the bottom of the pool. Ignoring the multitude of shuffling swimmers above him, Alex tried to imagine Audrey's slim, sexy body easing out of her tight swimsuit. Sliding the slinky material down her long legs, her round, firm breasts emerging into view. The mental imagine of Audrey's naked body danced about in Alex's brain. Firm. Gorgeous. Beautiful. A body any man would want to squeeze against his own. Alex leapt to the surface and took a breath of fresh air. He wiped the water from his eyes and saw her right in his line of sight. Audrey lifted her left leg and rubbed sunscreen up and down her calf, up over her thigh, around the outside of her thigh and then the inside as well. Even from this distance Alex could see that Audrey was absolutely fantastic looking. Alex felt lost among the crowd of swimmers around him. He was just another fish in the sea. "That's the girl," Steve's voice echoed again. Alex knew Steve was right. There was no sense just staring and thinking about it. Audrey might say no, but Alex was going to have to ask. There was nothing else he could do. Alex climbed out of the pool and dried himself off with his towel. Grabbing his brush and quickly combing his chlorine-soaked hair as nice as he could manage, Alex took his sketchbook from his book bag. Here goes nothing, Alex thought. Alex walked along the pool's edge. Every few seconds he glanced up towards Audrey, just in case she might have been looking at him. She was watching the pool. Alex finally arrived at the foot of the lifeguard tower. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest. He had to do this. "Hi Audrey," Alex said. Alex waited. Audrey didn't respond. She might not have heard me, Alex thought. Alex considered saying it again. Wait, what if she had heard him? If he said it again he would sound desperate. Maybe Steve had told her what he was doing. Shut up, shut up, Alex told himself. It was time to get his head in the game. Alex cleared his throat. "Hi Audrey," Alex said again. Audrey looked down towards Alex. She lifted her sunglasses. She had the most gorgeous bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. "Oh, hi Alex," Audrey said, smiling. Alex melted. "How's it going?" Alex swallowed. "Great, you?" Alex asked. He tried to act casual, while clutching his sketchbook as if it contained the nation's nuclear arsenal codes. "Just working," Audrey said. "I was supposed to have today off but Nick called off." "That sucks," Alex said. He felt a gust of wind, and detected the scent of Audrey's hair. She smelled fantastic. Alex wondered how she kept that herbal smell in her hair when she sat by a large tub full of chlorine all day. "Hey, whatcha got there?" Audrey asked. She was looking at Alex's sketchbook. "Oh this?" Alex asked. "My sketchbook for art class." "Ooh, can I see?" Audrey asked. "Um, sure," Alex said. He handed the sketchbook up to Audrey. Audrey flipped it open to a page depicting a charcoal drawing of JB sleeping with his head on his desk. Audrey laughed. "I like this one," Audrey said. Alex nodded in appreciation. Audrey flipped to the next page. It was a pastel piece depicting Steve playing basketball. "You are really talented, Alex," Audrey said. "Thanks," Alex said. Maybe this was the time to ask, Alex thought. "I'm still trying to find a subject for my final project that's due next month," Alex said. "Ooh, maybe you could draw me!" Audrey giggled. "Well," Alex said. This was as good an opening as any. "You know I always wanted to be a model," Audrey continued. "You could do a drawing of me on this tower. I sit still all afternoon." Audrey laughed. "I could," Alex said. "But I was thinking maybe-" "Uh oh," Audrey said. A child thrashed about in the water helplessly. Before Alex could say another word Audrey dove headfirst into the water. Alex couldn't help but notice how majestically she swam towards the distressed youngster. Within seconds she had her grasp on the young swimmer and helped him wade towards the pool edge. "All right there, big guy?" Audrey asked. "I- I thought I could touch bottom here but I couldn't," the child said, panting. "Let's get you up," Audrey said. Audrey helped the child climb out of the pool and settle on the pool ledge. Alex stood by, awkwardly waiting for Audrey to finish her duties so he could continue making his subtle pitch. Alex could see Steve over by the vending machines, chatting with the blonde babe they'd seen entering the pool area earlier. He'd probably end up banging her later that evening. Alex wondered if Steve's girlfriend was oblivious to his womanizing or if it was just something she tolerated. Once Alex saw Audrey was on her way back to her post atop the lifeguard tower, he prepared himself to pop the big question. Whether he would have done it or not he wouldn't know because JB chose that exact moment to interrupt Alex's focus with the news he did not want to hear at that moment. "We got to go now," JB said. "Now? Why?" Alex asked. "My mom just called me. I need to drive my sister to band practice," JB said. "Then go," Alex said. "Steve can drive me home." "Steve said no," JB said. "He's trying to pick up that chick." "Aw shit," Alex said, knowing that he would have more success trying to build a car himself out of the pool's piping system than cock-blocking Steve. "All right look, just give me a minute okay?" "All right, but hurry up," JB said. Alex walked back to the lifeguard tower. "Hey Audrey?" Alex asked. "Yeah?" Audrey said. "Yeah, I was just wondering, if you wanted, maybe I could do a drawing of you if you wanted." Shit. That sounded stupid. "Huh?" Audrey asked. Alex had never in his life had so much trouble trying to put a sentence together. Maybe there was still time to salvage this. "You know, you said you wanted to model?" Alex asked. "Well, I need a subject for my final project. Would you want to come to my studio and pose for me?" Audrey stopped. Alex waited with baited breath. "For real?" Audrey asked. "Yeah," Alex said. "Want to?" "I'd love to!" Audrey said. "I thought you were kidding at first. Yes, That'd be fun!" Alex breathed a sigh of relief. "When's a good time for you?" Alex asked. JB tugged on Alex's arm. "Hey, we gotta go," JB said. "Hold *on!*" Alex whispered angrily, before turning back to Audrey. "Well, I got tomorrow off," Audrey said. "After that I got work and school every day 'til finals." "Oh, I guess we should do this tomorrow then," Alex said. "Yeah. Do you have my new number?" Audrey asked. "No, what is it?" Alex asked. "I don't know it by heart yet. Can you meet me after my shift? I'll give it to you then." "Um," Alex saw JB tapping his watch. "Yeah I'll see if I can be back here then. Five o'clock right?" "Right. See ya!" Audrey said. "See ya," Alex turned around and felt his insides explode with happiness. She said yes. Not even JB could spoil his mood now. "All right, we can go now," Alex said. "You didn't tell her you need her to be naked," JB said. "I know that!" Alex said. "I'll tell her later." Alex walked back to his chaise lounge and picked up his towel and book bag. After gathering all his belongings, Alex turned and took one last look at Audrey. "What if she doesn't do it?" JB asked. "I'll figure it out then," Alex said. "Come on; let's get your sister to band practice. I need to be back here at five." \*\*\*\*\* It was 5:01 when JB turned left onto Pine Street, a block away from the pool. "Shit, you think she'll wait for me?" Alex asked. "I wouldn't count on it," JB said. "Hurry up then!" Alex said. "I'm not gonna risk getting a ticket just so you can get this girl's number!" JB moaned. For one brief second, Alex wondered if a van speeding towards a swimming pool would make a good subject for an art piece. Maybe later, Alex thought. JB pulled into the pool parking lot, and Alex hopped out. "Just wait here, I'll be back in a second," Alex said. Alex checked to see if a new lifeguard sat atop the tower. There was. "Damn, gotta hurry," Alex muttered to himself. Alex lifted the latch on the gate and hurried in to the pool area. Alex figured she probably went into the pool office after her shift, so he knocked on the door. A uniformed middle-aged woman answered. "Yes?" the woman asked. "Hi, is Audrey still here?" Alex asked. "Who are you?" the woman asked. "I'm- a friend," Alex said. "You're a friend of Audrey's?" the woman asked. "Hey Alex!" Alex heard Audrey say from within the office. "Come on in." Audrey opened the door and Alex stepped inside the cool, air-conditioned office. The woman gave Audrey a dirty look as she shut the door behind him. "This way," Audrey said. Alex followed Audrey back to the lifeguard's locker room. "Don't mind Teresa, she's always like that," Audrey said, opening the door to the locker room. "In here." "You sure it's okay I come in here?" Alex asked, walking in cautiously. "Of course, why wouldn't it be?" Audrey said. "No reason," Alex mused. He followed Audrey down a row of lockers. She stopped outside one and began fiddling with the combination. "I just got a brand new phone with a new number," Audrey said. "Let me get it for you." Audrey opened her locker and bent over, digging through her handbag. As she bent over, Alex couldn't help but notice her fine ass. It was so firm and defined, especially within the confines of her swimsuit. Alex wondered if she was doing that on purpose. Alex had always noticed that while many people stooped down when they needed to retrieve things that were located down low, often women with nice-looking asses would bend over, without bending their knees, and Alex found that so distracting. Did they want him to stare at their asses? She seemed to be taking her time too, digging around through her handbag. Alex had nothing to look at but her firm ass and the back of her thighs, and in the position she was in, she looked so deliciously inviting. He just wanted to go and give her ass a nice smack. Seemed like she was asking for it anyway. Alex managed to restrain himself and soon Audrey was back on her feet with her brand new phone. "You got to check this out," Audrey said. "It's got touch screen, GPS, I just love this thing!" Alex looked at Audrey's phone. "Yeah, that's cool. My friend JB has one kind of like that." "It's my baby," Audrey said, holding it tightly between her breasts. Alex realized he wouldn't mind being that phone for a day. "Now how do I find the number on this thing?" Audrey asked, flipping through all of the fancy menus. "Ahh, here we go. Ready?" Alex took out his own phone. "Ready," Alex said. "'k, its 747-555-2139," Audrey said. "Okay, got it," Alex said. "So what time do you want to meet tomorrow?" "Whatever's good for you," Audrey said. "I got the whole day off." "How about noon, then?" Alex asked. "I can use the morning to get the studio set up and I should be ready for you then." "Great!" Audrey said. "I can't wait to pose for you!" "Me neither," Alex grinned. "What do you want me to wear?" Audrey asked. Alex's heart skipped. "I-" Alex was stopped mid-sentence when Teresa walked into the locker room. "Audrey, your ride's here," Teresa said. "Ugh, I haven't even gotten changed yet," Audrey said. "Well, I got to go, we'll talk about this tomorrow then?" "Yeah, sure," Alex said. "Okay see you then!" Audrey said, gathering up her belongings. "Bye," Alex said. He walked out of the locker room, putting his phone back in his pocket. He waited until he was out of the pool office before clenching his fists and in one celebratory exclamation, shouting *"YESSSSS!"* \*\*\*\*\* "You mean you *still* haven't told her you need her to be naked?" JB said in bewilderment. "I'm going to, alright?" Alex snapped. "Let's take things a step at a time." JB drove back down the street, trying his absolute damnedest to put a damper on Alex's superlatively happy mood. Alex stared out the window at a park across the street from the pool. The playground's swing-set and slide had been uprooted, and workmen were installing new playground equipment in their place. Out with the old, in with the new. "You're so dead," JB said. "When she gets to your studio tomorrow she's gonna flip when you drop that bomb on her." "I'm going to tell her before then," Alex barked, though he realized JB was probably right. It wouldn't be prudent to tell her over the phone, and he wouldn't see her again until she arrived at his studio door, ready to be his Mona Lisa. *Hey Alex baby, here I am! What's that? You want me to take my clothes off? Okay! Here, help me unhook my bra!* Alex sighed. He needed to think of something. \*\*\*\*\* "Audrey, put some damn clothes on!" Craig Poma groaned when he saw his youngest daughter enter his front door still clad in her lifeguard uniform. An empty whiskey bottle rolled off the couch and onto the floor. "Sorry Dad, I didn't have time to change after work," Audrey said, strutting down the hall. Craig was still dressed in his work suit, though Audrey didn't bother pointing out that he also had yet to change from his work clothes and he'd been home for an hour. She smelt the whiskey as soon as she entered which meant only one thing. The Orioles were losing. "I know, you're always in a big damn rush," Craig said. Craig turned his attention back to the TV. "Fuckin' batter, learn to hit!" Audrey's sister Trish set her car keys on the kitchen counter. "Sorry, I guess I should have warned you," Trish said. "No worries," Audrey said, and walked into her bedroom, humming happily. She emerged now fully dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, which her father would likely complain were too tight on her. Audrey walked down the hallway, turned, and walked back into an empty bedroom, her oldest sister Katie's old room. There were paintings adorning the walls of Katie's room; the legacy of Audrey's mother. Audrey slowly walked around the room, admiring each of the pieces. There was one depicting Katie, when she was only ten, holding a doll. Audrey looked to the next painting. which showed an eight-year-old Trish, holding a beach ball and smiling. Audrey walked past many other paintings, a self-portrait of her mother, a painting of her father. And finally, Audrey's eyes rested on the only unfinished painting. The face and body had been etched out; clearly depicting Audrey when she was only five years old. Audrey's mother had succumbed to Multiple sclerosis before she could finish it. It was her greatest regret; not being able to have a finished piece for each of her daughters, but the damage to her nerves had prevented her from making the brush strokes she needed to finish the painting. Audrey reached out and touched the surface of the painting, feeling the rough sensation of the paint strokes. "Audrey, do you want any of this chicken salad?" Trish said, walking down the hall. "Audrey? Where are you?" Trish peered into the bedroom-turned-art-gallery. "Oh, here you are. What are you doing?" Trish said, entering the room. "Just looking at Mom's paintings," Audrey said with a smile. Trish walked to Audrey's side and admired the paintings. Trish rarely entered this room anymore, no one from the family did very often, but whenever they did they couldn't help but take another look at works from a time past. Trish looked over at Audrey, who hummed cheerfully. "What are you so happy about?" Trish asked. "Because I'm going to model again," Audrey said. \*\*\*\*\* Alex opened the door to his studio and turned on the overhead lights. They flickered momentarily before illuminating the small dingy art studio Alex has set up in the storage shed behind his parent's house. Several of his art pieces were set up against the wall while the center of the room served as his work area. He had his own lighting kit, an easel, writing desk, and even a cot nearby for when he needed to relax and let his mind wander. Alex opened his book bag and removed several books he'd collected from the campus library and the bookstore. He was in need of inspiration. He flipped open a book he'd purchased featuring several pin-up pictures from the 1950s. Alex loved the quaint and innocent poses of the doe-eyed models; he thought they looked sexier that way. Alex had a fruit basket, a table and a chair to use as props. Somehow he had to find something that would compliment Audrey. Alex stayed up for hours, browsing his books, finding nothing that piqued his interest. Nor was he any closer to figuring out how he was going to ask Audrey to take off her clothes. Not finding anything helpful in his books, Alex flipped open his laptop and browsed through the Internet. Classic nudes, contemporary, there were plenty of ideas from which to choose. Alex needed something that would capture the ideal he felt Audrey best represented. Joy, happiness; Alex felt all kinds of emotions when he saw Audrey. He managed to stay awake past three a.m. before he conked out, dreaming about what he was going to do when Audrey arrived the next day. \*\*\*\*\* "Oh *Shit!"* Alex said when he awoke at 10:45 the next morning, lying on the floor of his studio. His cell phone showed three missed calls from Audrey. "Shit, shit, shit," Alex muttered, groggily pulling himself to his feet. He flipped open his phone and called Audrey, waiting frantically for her to answer. "Hello?" Audrey said. "Hey, Audrey it's Alex, sorry I overslept," Alex said, wiping drool from his chin. "Hi, sorry, I was trying to tell you I might be late today," Audrey said. "I need to buy a gift for a four-year-old's birthday I totally forgot I have to go to this afternoon." "Oh, you do?" Alex asked. "Yeah, it's not till 4:30 though, will that be enough time you think?" "Should be enough," Alex said. "So anyway, where's your studio?" Audrey asked. "Oh, it's-" Alex fumbled about his studio, almost knocking over the stack of books on his desk. He had to think a second before he could remember his own address. "Five five oh five Melbourne, it's in the storage shed behind my house." "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I finish shopping. Hey, do you know if kids like Veggie Tales anymore?" Alex paused. "Um, I honestly could not give you a qualified opinion on that," Alex said. Audrey laughed. "You're funny, Alex." "Thanks," Alex said, scratching his head. He wasn't trying to be funny. That was honestly how he talked sometimes. "See ya at noon-ish," Audrey said. "Bye," Alex said. He hung up his phone. He now had an hour and fifteen minutes to prepare for his project., and just remembered something in his dream that told him exactly what he needed to do. What was it? He was in such a frantic mood when he woke up Alex completely forgot what he had just dreamt. Something Audrey had said brought it back. Gift for a kid? The light went on in Alex's head and he took out his phone again. "What up, bitch?" This was Steve's usual telephone greeting. "Hey Steve, I need to borrow your truck," Alex said. \*\*\*\*\* Fortunately Alex didn't have to wait long for Steve. Alex could hear the thumping bass from Steve's speakers before he'd arrived, and was pleased to see Steve's black Ford pickup bounce up the gravel driveway, making the marijuana leaf-shaped mirror ornament twirl about. Steve screeched to a stop and Alex hopped into the passenger seat. "Thanks dude, I owe you one," Alex said, wrapping the seatbelt across his body. "So where's this thing we're picking up?" Steve asked. "The park by the pool. You know, the one across the street." "Where we saw that hot mom with the tight pants that one day?" Steve asked. "Yeah," Alex said. "Your memory serves you well." Steve backed out of the driveway and took off down the road. "So'd you get that chick to pose for you?" Steve asked. "Yeah, she actually agreed to," Alex said. "Really? And she was all ready to get her gear off for you? Fuck yeah," Steve said. Alex sank into the leather seats a little deeper. Now he had to hear it from Steve too. "Well, actually, I haven't told her yet about being nude," Alex said. Alex braced himself for Steve's reaction. "Why not?" Steve asked. Alex looked at Steve's face. Steve didn't appear shocked, just genuinely curious. "Oh, I just didn't get to it yet, I'm gonna though," Alex said. "Hopefully she'll be okay with it." "She will," Steve said. "She's got a nice body. Chicks with bodies like that love to show them off." Somehow, Alex found that reassuring. "So did you hook up with that blonde chick at the pool yesterday?" Alex asked. "Yeah she came back to my place last night," Steve said. "She had some nice-ass-titties. I let her give me head, ooh, she knew how to suck a dick, too. And then she starts jawing about how she loves me and shit and how I'm not like any guy she's ever met, and I told her I already had a girlfriend, and she started crying. Dude, I fucking hate that, when chicks cry, it pisses me off." Alex nodded in agreement, although he hadn't ever made a girl cry that he could remember. "So what'd you do?" Alex asked. "After that we fucked and then I told her to go home," Steve said. "She started crying again and told me I'm a jackass, and I said whatever, and she left. Her pussy was blown out too, I'm glad I used a rubber." Alex stared out the window. He wondered why guys like Steve had no problem getting girls, and it was near impossible for him. He didn't feel sorry for the girls that Steve hurt. Not when he'd been rejected by countless girls in favor of guys like Steve so many times, only to watch them walk away crying. Alex dismissed it as the way things worked. Alex actually enjoyed hearing about Steve's escapades, even though he secretly hoped one day Steve's girlfriend would find out about them. "Here it is," Alex said, pointing out the window. "I hope it's still here." Steve stopped his truck in front of the playground. To Alex's delight, the uprooted swing-set remained discarded at the park's border. "Yes, it's still there!" Alex said. "You think they'd care if we took it?" Steve shook his head. "Nah, I used to steal stuff from construction sites all the time, they never came looking for it," Steve said. Some questions about Steve's life were best left unanswered. "Okay, help me lift it into your truck," Alex said. Alex and Steve walked over towards the uprooted swing-set. Steve turned his head towards two young women pushing baby strollers down the sidewalk. "Check it out! Two no-problems at three o'clock!" Steve said. Alex looked towards the chicks. They weren't bad looking at all. Alex had to smile at the fact that no matter how big of a hurry he was in, he always had a few seconds to spare for ogling. Alex loved being a male. "No problem," Alex reiterated. He shook his head quickly and resumed his attention on the swing-set. "On three, ready?" Alex said. "One, two, three!" Alex and Steve lifted the swing-set by its legs and carried it towards Steve's truck. They hoisted it above their heads and over the truck's tailgate. "Okay, let's get this back to the studio," Alex said. \*\*\*\*\* Alex and Steve had to do some difficult twists and bends but eventually managed to get the entire swing-set through the door of Alex's studio. They plopped it down in front of Alex's desk, shaking it a few times to ensure it was steady. "I got to hand it to you, Alex," Steve said. "A naked chick on a swing is a fuckin' sexy idea." Alex bit his lip and smiled. "Hope my piece is just that when it's done," Alex said. He checked his watch. It was five minutes to noon. "Hey thanks man, but Audrey's gonna be here any minute," Alex said. Steve raised his eyebrows. "I help you lug that shit around in my truck and you're not gonna let me watch her take those titties out?" Steve exclaimed. "Sorry, don't think it would be good form for a dude to be stroking himself while I'm trying to make art," Alex grinned. "You know I wouldn't be rubbing one out, I'd be on top of that shit!" Steve laughed. "Nice dude, but seriously, get the fuck out," Alex said. "Alright, but I expect a full report from you this evening!" Steve said, pointing at Alex with an outstretched arm. "You will let me know that you got your dick wet because of my help!" "Sure," Alex said. "Peace, pimpin," Steve said, and walked back out to his truck. Alex looked around his studio. He had his materials set up. He had inspiration. Now all he needed was the girl. Alex paced around in his studio. How was he going to phrase this? What was he going to say to her? Alex sat down at his desk and tapped his fingers on his desktop. One minute till noon. Alex shut his eyes and let out a sigh. Maybe if he just relaxed, the answer would come to him. Alex took a breath, and smelled that sweet smell from the pool yesterday. Not the chlorine, that sweet herbal smell of Audrey's hair. And footsteps- Alex could hear footsteps on the grass, approaching his studio. And finally he heard the sound of tapping on his studio door. Alex turned around and looked into the open doorway. Audrey was here. \*\*\*\*\* She stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with the biggest smile Alex had ever seen. She had sandals on her feet, and each of her toenails were painted bright crimson, with a beaded bracelet around her left ankle. She wore a red halter-top, cut nice and low enough to expose her generously sized cleavage. Below her halter-top, she had about two inches of exposed skin showing; she had very tanned and toned abs. Upon her hips she wore a short blue jean skirt with slits up both sides, revealing her firm and smooth thighs. She had a small white purse wrapped around her right shoulder, and a butterfly ring around her left middle finger. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and fluttered in the afternoon wind. "Hey there," Audrey said. Alex's pulse raced as he admired her beauty. "Hey, come on in," Alex said. Audrey sauntered into the storage shed and looked around in curiosity. "Wow, this is your studio, huh?" Audrey said. "Yeah, take a look, tell me what you think," Alex said, standing up to greet her. Audrey walked around the studio, admiring the pieces Alex had displayed . She smiled in amazement at each one. "These are SO good, Alex!" Audrey said. "You are amazing!" Alex smiled humbly. "Thanks," he said. Audrey admired a painting of a little girl standing over an ice cream cone that she had dropped on the pavement. "You know my mom used to paint," Audrey said. "Yeah, I read your blog last night," Alex said. Audrey looked at Alex in surprise. "You read my blog?" Audrey asked. "So you saw my comment about-" "Yeah," Alex said. "Sorry she wasn't able to finish that piece for you. Hope today can make up for that." Audrey looked into Alex's eyes. "I'd really appreciate that, Alex," Audrey said. "So, you ready to get started?" "Yeah," Alex said, as he cleared the books off his desk. "Is this outfit okay?" Audrey asked, turning around for Alex to check her out her front and backsides. "I never did get to ask you what you wanted me to wear." Alex stopped. "Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that," Alex said. He fumbled the books he was holding, and dropped them on the floor. "Oh, let me help you with that," Audrey said, and helped him gather up the fallen books. She picked up one book, "Drawing the Nude," and glanced at the cover. "Just some reference material," Alex said, taking the book from her. Alex placed the books into his book bag and set it aside. "You draw nudes?" Audrey asked. "Well, I haven't yet, it's something I've been thinking about," Alex said. "Oh, ok," Audrey said. "Nothing wrong with that. So what did you want to talk to me about?" Alex swallowed. "The style," Alex said. "What style are you comfortable doing, you know, modeling for?" Audrey shrugged. "I don't know, you're the artist," Audrey said. "Well, I was looking through a lot of books for inspiration, to get ideas, about what style to do your picture as, so I thought-" "Like nudes?" Audrey asked. Alex felt his heart pound even faster. "Well, that was ONE idea I had, you know, possibly I could do at one point." "With me?" Audrey asked. "With someone, I didn't know if you'd be interested in that," Alex said. Audrey took a step closer to Alex. "Did you think I would ever pose nude for you?" Audrey asked. "Like I said, I didn't know, I was just thinking it," Alex said. "You were thinking about asking me to pose nude for you?" Audrey asked. Alex couldn't tell if Audrey was mad or simply curious. She seemed to be probing him with each of her questions, almost as if she were trying to get him to say something he shouldn't. "I- I don't know," Alex said. Audrey stared Alex in the eye. Alex thought he might die from the awkwardness. Finally, Audrey broke the silence with laughter. "I'm just teasing you, Alex, I heard you talking to your friend at the pool," Audrey said. Alex felt his heart sink. "You heard? You *knew* this entire time?" Alex said. Alex was dumbfounded. "Your friend JB is quite the loudmouth. I'm surprised the whole pool area didn't hear him," Audrey said. Alex covered his face with his hands. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. He shook his head for a few seconds and decided maybe this was for the better. "So you're okay with this?" Alex asked. Audrey tapped her finger on her elbow. "If you wanted me to pose nude why didn't you ask?" Audrey asked. "I didn't know what you'd say," Alex said. "Then you never will know," Audrey said. She sat down on a step, which lead to the back of the storage shed and crossed her legs. She took a small file from her purse and casually filed her fingernails. Alex took a breath. She wasn't going to make this easy. "Audrey," Alex began. "Yes?" Audrey said, looking up from her nails at Alex. "Will you pose nude for my project?" Alex asked. "Please." Audrey smiled. "Yes," Audrey said. "I would be happy to pose nude for you." Alex could have been told he'd won the lottery and felt less excited than he did right now. Those were the words he never imagined he might hear. And now that he'd heard them, the worst part was over. "Thank you," Alex said. "You're going to love this, I promise." "I'm sure I will," Audrey said, rising to her feet. "I guess I'll go get undressed." Audrey walked up the steps towards the back of the shed. Alex took another deep breath and got out his art supplies. He took out a 12 by 22-inch piece of cream colored drawing paper and laid it out on the desk in front of him. Through the corner of his eyes he could see Audrey standing near the far window pulling off her halter-top. Alex took out a set of pastels and set it next to the blank sheet. He rubbed his palms together as he looked at the blank medium before him.. Alex loved the anticipation before beginning a new piece; so many possibilities. Alex looked over at Audrey again. He saw her unhook her bra fastener and set her bra aside. Alex quickly took his gaze away. No sense staring, and he would see her soon enough. Alex sat down at his desk and placed his hands at both ends of the paper. Planning out how to frame it, imagining every detail before it went on the page. Alex was a detailed planner, at least for most of his projects. Alex could hear Audrey approaching so assumed it safe too look. The rear of the studio was rather dim so Alex could only see her silhouette walking towards him. Even shrouded in darkness, Alex could tell that Audrey had a fabulous figure. Audrey emerged from the shadows and stood at the top of the steps, where Alex could see her from head to toe. She was completely naked. Wow, Alex said to himself. Audrey had very large, beautiful breasts. Her nipples were small, oval-shaped with a feminine pink hue. Alex was astounded by her gorgeous curves. Her slim waist complemented her noticeably wider hips, which swayed so sexily in tune with each of her steps. Alex was pleased to see that her pubic hair was completely shaved, and he could see her labia peeking out innocently between her firm thighs. "Well, here I am," Audrey said sweetly. "Where do you want me to pose?" Alex gulped. "On the swing," Alex said, pointing to his newly acquired public property. Audrey laughed. "I was wondering why that was there," Audrey said. She made her way down the steps. Her legs looked so luscious as she descended the steps; Alex couldn't help but stand in awe of their exquisite beauty. As Audrey approached the swing-set, Alex was at last treated to a view of Audrey's backside, and he stole a glance at her round and absolutely perfect ass. He remembered how nice it looked when she was clad in her bathing suit and bending over her locker the previous day, and now here it was, fully exposed for his eyes to enjoy. Audrey took a seat on the swing and playfully rocked back and forth. Alex noticed her breasts had a pleasant bounce to them that he wondered if he would be able to capture on paper. "Okay, I need you to hold still now," Alex said. "I know, I was just getting in the mood," Audrey said. She stopped the swing and held her place. "Can you lift your right leg in the air?" Alex asked. "Point your toes at the window." Audrey did as she was instructed. "Now bend your left leg at the knee. Toes pointed down. There," Alex instructed. "Now lean back. Way back. Eyes closed. Perfect." In that position Audrey looked as if she was in mid-swing. Exactly the look Alex hoped. "Now hold that pose. Let me know if you get tired," Alex said. Alex took his pencil and sketched out an outline of Audrey's figure. He laid out the outline of the swing-set and made sure Audrey was mostly visible between the swing-set legs. Alex worked quickly; he always did when he did outline sketches. After several minutes he finally had a decent outline of Audrey's pose on the swing. Now it was time for the pastels. Alex was very meticulous about this. He took his time, carefully matching the correct shade of every detail in front of him onto the page. He added color and depth to Audrey's flesh, and slowly but surely, he brought the rough design on the page to life. Alex felt strange admiring Audrey's body so scrupulously. Normally it would be frowned upon to stare at a woman's body for so long, absorbing every detail into memory, yet here he was free to do it as much as we wished. Alex stared at Audrey's breasts long and good, carefully matching the exact details onto the page. He stared at the shape of her butt, the curve of her hips, the shade of her complexion, until his image of her was an exact replica. Alex could see Audrey's leg trembling; she was understandably fatigued from holding her position. "You can rest for a minute," Alex said. "I have enough to go on memory for now." Audrey let out a sigh of relief and relaxed her legs. Alex took this time to fill in details and work on the background, which he knew didn't have anywhere to be at 4:30. After a few minutes of rest, Alex inquired if she was ready to resume her position, and Audrey recommenced assuming her pose as before. She was remarkably good at remaining still. Alex was amazed she was able to suspend her legs for as long as she did. Alex realized he was smart to choose a lifeguard as a model. Audrey's strong legs made it possible for her to pose this way for so long. After ten minutes Audrey took a few more moments to rest, after which Alex was able to continue drawing her for much of the afternoon. \*\*\*\*\* "Ooh, Alex, it looks beautiful!" Audrey said in amazement. Still naked, Audrey looked over Alex's shoulder and admired his work so far. "Well, I had a beautiful model to work with, so it just kind of came naturally," Alex said with a grin. Audrey laughed. "Thanks, you're really sweet," Audrey said, touching Alex's arm. Alex felt a tingle rush up his arm. She had touched him. He liked how that felt. "I know you were really nervous about asking me to pose nude," Audrey said. Alex nodded sheepishly. "Are you surprised I said yes?" Audrey asked. "Yeah, I really was," Alex said. "You shouldn't be afraid to ask a girl things like that," Audrey said. Alex looked a her in surprise. "Really?" Alex asked. Audrey nodded. "Tell me something, Alex," Audrey said. "What would you ask me if you knew I wouldn't say no?" Alex shrugged. "Come on, tell me," Audrey said. "I want to know what's hiding back in that big artist brain of yours. I want to know all the dirty details." Audrey twirled her hair with her index finger as she smiled upon Alex. "I don't know," Alex said. It was strange how Audrey was really putting him on the spot, and she was the one who was naked. "Yes, you do," Audrey said. "Come on, spill it. I got naked for you. Now it's your turn to expose yourself to me." Alex had to admit, it seemed like a fair deal. "Okay, well-" Alex said. "I'd ask you if you'd have sex with me." Audrey showed something that was just a hint of a smile. "Anything else?" Audrey asked. "Well, that's the big one," Alex said. Audrey giggled. "Yeah, I thought so," Audrey said. "I bet you got pretty turned on, having a naked girl in front of you." "Yeah," Alex said. "Just a little." Audrey nodded. "Me too. Come here, feel my pussy." Audrey lifted her right leg, and placed her foot on Alex's chair, right between his legs. "It's okay," Audrey said. "Go ahead and touch it." Alex couldn't believe this was happening. Trembling, he reached out with his right hand and placed his index and middle fingers onto the lips of her labia. They were swollen and dripping with wetness. "Wow," Alex said. He rubbed his thumb against his fingers to feel the wetness she had left on them. Audrey smiled. "What can I say?" Audrey said. "I get really turned on having a cute guy see me naked." Alex blushed. He didn't know Audrey considered him to be cute. "Thanks," Alex said. "You're welcome," Audrey said sweetly. She nudged her foot deeper into Alex's groin, which he found quite stimulating. "Okay, your turn," Audrey said. "Show me yours." Alex looked up in surprise. "What?" "Come on, whip it out. I want to see if I got you hard or not," Audrey said. "Well, okay..." Alex said, and unzipped his pants. Audrey set her foot back on the floor and gave an excited giggle as Alex took his fully erect penis out of his pants and displayed it for her. "Ooh, it looks so nice!" Audrey said. Alex was proud to have gotten such a complement from a girl as beautiful as Audrey. "Okay, now close your eyes," Audrey said. "Why?" Alex asked. "I'm going to do something to you," Audrey said. "I want it to be a surprise." Alex smiled. "Well, okay," he said. Alex shut his eyes. "No peeking!" Audrey said. "I won't," Alex said. Alex sat and waited to see what Audrey would do next. He felt her place her hands onto his lap and grab his thighs. She must have been very excited judging by the force in her grip. She massaged his thighs for a few seconds, before taking his penis between her index and middle fingers and softly stroking it up and down. Audrey had a soft, sensual touch. He loved the way her fingers felt against the shaft of his penis. He hoped she would continue to stroke it longer and faster. Audrey must have been kneeling, because Alex could feel her very close to him. He could feel her breath against his penis and scrotum. She puckered her lips and softly breathed onto his privates. The stimulation of her breath caused his penis to grow even more full and hard. Alex moaned softly. He heard Audrey giggle. "If you liked that," Audrey whispered. "You're gonna *love* this!" Alex froze in anticipation. She tugged on his penis slightly, and then placed her tongue onto the base of his dick. The wetness of her tongue sent a pleasurable tingle up Alex's spine. Audrey sensually ran tongue from the base of his penis all the way to the top. Alex exhaled deeply. Audrey ran her tongue around and around his dick repeatedly, and then gave his entire penis one long and loving lick. "Ooh, yes," Alex murmured. There was no doubt in Alex's mind that Audrey really knew what she was doing. She placed her lips onto the tip of his penis and softly kissed him on the head. Alex could feel the emergence of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock and onto Audrey's upper lip. She didn't seem to mind and continued to kiss his head more and more firmly, taking it ever so deeper into her mouth each time. And each time, she put a little more tongue into her cock kisses than before. "Audrey, you are amazing," Alex moaned. Audrey responded only by taking Alex's penis even further into her mouth. She ran her lips softly from the tip all the way down his shaft, using her tongue to lick and tease his penis once it was completely inside her mouth. Alex opened his eyes at this point; deciding whatever surprise Audrey had in store for him was already being unveiled. Audrey placed her palm onto Alex's groin and held the shaft of his penis between her thumb and index finger. She held it straight and steady as she took his penis in and out of her mouth. Alex moaned, and Audrey moaned as well. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was. "Ohh, that's, that's-" Alex said, not knowing how to finish the sentence. He was reaching his threshold. With much more sucking, Audrey was going to earn herself a mouthful of cum. "Yeah, do it, do it, do it!" Alex said, but just like that, she stopped. Alex looked down at Audrey quizzically. Audrey looked up and smiled. "Okay, I think it's ready," Audrey said, rising to her feet. "Ready for what?" Alex asked. "To come inside me of course," Audrey said. She sat down onto Alex's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Now let's get your shirt off." Alex didn't resist as Audrey pulled his shirt up over his head. As soon as it was over her eyes, Alex could see Audrey's breasts displayed artistically in front of his face. "Enjoying the view?" Audrey asked. "Mmm hmm!" Alex said. "Go ahead; touch them," Audrey said. Alex placed his hands onto Audrey's breasts and gently squeezed each one. She looked down to enjoy the smile on Alex's face. "You can lick my nipples if you want," Audrey said. "I love it when guys do that." Alex excitedly put his mouth around Audrey's left breast, and sensually ran his tongue around the edge of her nipple. She giggled with glee. "Now the other one," Audrey said. Alex repeated the gesture on Audrey's right breast, squeezing both breasts with his hands as he took turns kissing and licking the nipples on each. "Ooh, you have no idea what that does for me Alex," Audrey said. "I think I have a pretty good idea," Alex said, as he resumed licking her tits softly and slowly. Audrey wrapped her arms around Alex's head and held him close as she enjoyed the attention he lavished onto her breasts. "I have to tell you something, Alex," Audrey said. Alex stopped. He looked up into Audrey's beautiful eyes. "What?" Alex asked. "I think you're the nicest guy I've ever met," Audrey said. "I like you a lot. I never would have posed nude for anyone, but I knew there was something special about you. That's why I did it." Alex didn't know how to respond. He had to say something to her. He remembered how Steve had warned him to leave any girl the moment she got sentimental. Alex knew whatever he said next was going to define his future with Audrey. "You're an amazing woman, Audrey," Alex said. Alex didn't care what Steve thought. Audrey was something special to him. "You're also- really fucking sexy." Audrey laughed. "You're sweet," Audrey said. "Listen, will you do something for me?" "Anything," Alex said. "There's this little kink I got," Audrey said. "It's kinda weird but it really turns me on. But if you'll do it it'll really get me in the mood to have sex with you." Alex smiled. He really wanted to hear this. "What is it?" Alex asked. "Promise not to laugh?" Audrey asked. "Yes," Alex said. "You promise?" Audrey repeated. "Yes. I promise," Alex said. Audrey paused. "Okay. I really love it when a guy puts his pinky finger in my belly button and wiggles it up and down," Audrey said. "That's not so weird," Alex said. "You don't understand. It's like my biggest fetish," Audrey said. "One time my ex boyfriend did that to me while we were making out, we were fully clothed, and he did that and I almost creamed myself." "That's awesome," Alex said. "So you'll do it?" Audrey asked. "Of course," Alex said. "Good. Some guys think its weird and won't do it, that's all," Audrey said. "It's no problem," Alex said. "Let me have a go at it." Alex stuck out his pinky finger like he was a snob at a tea party, and touched it against Audrey's pelvis. He ran his finger slowly up her skin, further, further, until he reached her belly button. He could feel Audrey's body tremble the closer he got to her special spot. "Here goes," Alex said. He slid his pinky into Audrey's belly button, feeling Audrey let out a gasp as soon as he entered. She only said one word. "Ohhh." Alex wiggled his finger up and down, slowly at first. "Ahhhhh!" Audrey closed her eyes. Alex wiggled his finger a little faster. Audrey's breathing became louder and faster. She opened her eyes and stared directly into Alex's. "Fuck me," Audrey said. "Right now." "Okay," Alex said. Audrey slid her pelvis forward, until the tip of Alex's cock touched Audrey's pussy lips. "Just sit still, baby, I'll take care of it," Audrey said. Audrey took Alex's penis, and slid it into her vagina. She lifted her pelvis up and settled down onto Alex's lap. Alex could feel his cock enter deep into Audrey's pussy. The soft insides of her flesh soothed his sensitive organ. "Mmm, here we go!" Audrey said. She bounced up and down onto Alex's lap, allowing Alex to absorb the friction of her moving body. Alex placed his hands onto Audrey's hips, helping to lift and lower them onto his lap. "Ooh, yes!" Alex moaned. Audrey's pussy gliding up and down on his cock was even more stimulating than her mouth. Not the mention the sight of Audrey's beautiful breasts bouncing up and down in his face. She was like an animal liberated from a cage, thrashing about in her newfound freedom. Alex felt much the same way. Fucking Audrey had freed a beast within him. His adrenaline soared as he unleashed all of his energy on enjoying her body for every drop it was worth. "Oooh, baby, that's it!" Audrey shouted. She shut her eyes tightly as she thrusted herself hard and harder onto Alex's cock. "You like that? Like that baby?" Audrey asked. "Yeahhh," Alex said coolly. He squeezed her hips tightly. "That's it, touch my body," Audrey moaned. Alex felt her hips, and reached around to squeeze her butt. "You like touching my ass?" Audrey asked, panting. "Yeah," Alex said. "Good. Give it a good feel," Audrey said. Alex did as she instructed. Her ass was tight and firm. He loved how her fine cheeks felt against his open palms. "That's right baby. Feel me up. Nice and good," Audrey said. "Oh God!" Alex said. He felt like he might explode. "Are you gonna cum?" Audrey asked. "Yes!" Alex shouted. "Good. I want to get you off!" Audrey said. She thrusted faster and harder, unleashing her entire body onto Alex. Alex squeezed her hips again, then touched her sides before moving onto her belly. "I love it I love it I love it!" Audrey moaned. Alex very carefully worked his pinky finger into Audrey's belly button once again, and just as carefully, wiggled it intensely. "OOOHHHHHHHH!" Audrey's body seized up and she screamed in ecstasy. Her legs tightened around Alex's abdomen and her entire body trembled. Audrey passed the shock on into Alex's body, and he was unable to restrain himself any longer. Audrey sighed deeply, as Alex shot his load inside her. Audrey gasped and grabbed Alex's shoulders firmly. "Oh God! Oh God!" Audrey whispered. Alex sighed as well and released his grip on Audrey's body. Both of their bodies went limp. Audrey remained still for several moments, and Alex simply sat and enjoyed her closeness to his body. That felt incredible. After several minutes of silence, Audrey finally spoke. "I'm kind of sensitive in that spot," Audrey said. Alex laughed. "Yeah, I noticed," Alex said. Audrey laughed as well, and kissed Alex softly on the lips. She didn't stop kissing him for several minutes. When Audrey finally climbed off of Alex and stood back on her feet, Alex zipped up his pants and stood up as well. "So are you sure you can finish your painting without me?" Audrey asked. "I could come back, maybe Thursday after work if you still need me." Audrey gave a flirtatious smile. "I don't know," Alex said, smiling. "To finish a work of art, I might need you to come back again, and again, and again-" Audrey laughed and pushed Alex playfully. "Of course I'll come back," Audrey said. "Whenever you want." "Really?" Alex said curiously. Audrey nodded and smiled. "So, can I put my clothes back on now?" Audrey asked with a smirk. "Yeah, of course," Alex chuckled. Alex watched as Audrey, glistening in the glow of her sweat, sauntered up the steps towards the back window. Even in the relaxation of having just boned her, Alex still couldn't help but notice her perfect ass. He regretted not posing her to see her backside better in his picture, but he had to choose one side of her to show and every one of them were gorgeous. Alex put away his art supplies as he waited for Audrey to get dressed. She came back down the steps, fully clothed. "Well Picasso, I don't know what grade you'll get on your picture, but I give you an 'A' on getting me off," Audrey quipped. "Likewise," Alex said. "See you at the pool tomorrow." Audrey stepped forward and kissed Alex once again. "Good luck," Audrey said. "Thanks," Alex said. Alex watched as Audrey opened his studio door. As she disappeared through the doorway, Alex collapsed into his chair and breathed a sigh of relief. \*\*\*\*\* Alex stood with pride next to his finished piece, as the gallery attendees paused to admire it. "Very stylish," a passing gentleman said. "A bit cheescake-ish, but a classic pose reminiscent of a 1950's pinup." "Thank you," Alex said. "Are you the artist?" the Gentleman asked. "Yes, sir," Alex said. The Gentlemen nodded respectfully. "You have quite a talent, young man," the Gentleman said. " I look forward to seeing your future work." "Thank you very much," Alex said. Two young men wandering by stopped to admire it. "Wow, she's hot," one of them said. "Hey don't we know her?" the other said. "That's the lifeguard from our pool!" "No it's not!" the first man said. "Yeah it is, totally!" The men walked off arguing as Alex chuckled to himself. He observed the crowd and saw Steve emerge from the throngs of people. "Alex!" Steve shouted. "What's up, my man?" Steve walked up to Alex holding out his fist. Alex fist-bumped him and turned towards the painting. "What do you think?" Alex asked. Steve looked up at the picture, and nodded approvingly. "She's bangable. Nice work, my man," Steve said. "Good job on the picture too." Alex rolled his eyes. Steve leaned in closely to Alex. "Did you see the chick at the entrance collecting tickets?" Steve whispered. Alex nodded. "Yeah, she wasn't bad looking," Alex said. "Nice lower half, I thought," Steve said. "Waist up she was nothing special, but waist down, I mean, *damn,* what nice ass and thighs." "Who was?" JB asked, walking up to Alex and Steve. JB was dressed as a jester for his role in the campus play 'the Taming of the Shrew.' "JB!" Alex said. "Rehearsals get out early?" "Yeah, I thought I'd stop by and see your piece. Nice work, sir," JB said. "Thanks," Alex said. "So how many times did you fuck her?" Steve asked. "Twice," Alex said. "She came back a few days later so I could do a few finishing touches on the picture-" "And you did some finishing touches on her!" Steve laughed. "Shut up, Steve," JB said. Alex caught a glimpse of Audrey, who had just handed her ticket to the nice-assed ticket lady. Alex waved. "Yeah, hey guys Audrey's here, I want to go say hi," Alex said. "Go for it!" Steve said, patting Alex on the back. Alex walked towards Audrey, who walked alongside a frail-looking, middle aged woman. "Audrey! Hi, thanks for coming!" Alex said. "Hey Alex," Audrey said. "I'd like you to meet my mother." "Nice to meet you Mrs. Poma," Alex said, extending his hand. Audrey's mother extended her hand as well "Nice to meet you too, Alex," Audrey's mother said. "Audrey's told me you're quite the artist." "I'd like to think so," Alex said modestly. "You know, I used to paint," Mrs. Poma said, proudly yet with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Yes, Audrey told me," Alex said, hoping to come across as sympathetic but not patronizing. "I'd love to see your work." "Yeah, you really should come over sometime, Alex," Audrey said cheerfully. "I'd love to show you my Mom's paintings." "I'd like that," Alex said. "And I'd like to see yours," Mrs. Poma said. "Let's go see it!" "Okay, right this way," Alex said. Alex was a bit nervous allowing Audrey's mother to see his image of her nude daughter. He hoped Audrey had told her ahead of time that she was nude in the picture. Unlike what he had done when Audrey came to pose. Alex brought them before his latest work, "Swinging Nude," and stood proudly to its side. "Here it is," Alex said. He prayed she would at least say something. Alex didn't mind criticism, he could handle being told his work was awful, but he could not stand when a viewer of one of his works had nothing at all to say. Audrey's mother gasped. "It's beautiful!" Mrs. Poma said joyfully, She turned to Audrey. "Honey, you look fabulous!" Audrey blushed. "Thanks, Mom," Audrey said. "You are a fantastic artist, Alex," Mrs. Poma said. "Thank you," Alex said. Alex and Mrs. Poma talked for several minutes about techniques and inspirations. Mrs. Poma's eyes got wider and wider upon hearing all of Alex's ideas. Before long, Mrs. Poma excused herself to admire the other exhibits in the gallery, leaving Alex alone with Audrey. "Wow, I haven't seen her this alive in years," Audrey said. "She seems so happy." "Yeah, she seems like a brilliant artist," Alex said. "I feel really bad about her having to quit." Audrey reached out and grabbed Alex's hand. "Thanks for giving her so much to talk about. No one in my family really had any interest in art but her," Audrey said. "Yeah, I know what that's like," Alex said glumly. His family was much the same way. "Hey, you think maybe your Mom would want to help me with my next piece? I mean, make suggestions and stuff?" Audrey looked thoughtfully to the floor before letting her gaze rise up into Alex's eyes. "Maybe she would," Audrey said. "Guess you won't know. Unless you ask." Alex sighed. Always the lesson with Audrey. "Yeah, I suppose no harm in asking then, huh?" Alex said. "That's right sir, you've learned well," Audrey said, planting a kiss on Alex's cheek. Alex stepped towards Audrey. "On that note, I have a question for you," Alex said. "How would you like to meet me this weekend, for a dinner and afterwards, maybe some late night sex at my studio?" Audrey wrapped her arms around Alex's shoulders, slowly moving her grinning face just inches from his. "Yes," Audrey said.

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Title: Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 04 Tags: bimbo, transformation, bimbo transformation, magical transformation, bimbification, bimbofication, bimbo harem, smart bimbo, police bimbo, big breasts **Part 4: Eric** "It's really important to me, dear," Elizabeth said as they pulled into the parking lot. "You mean, it's important to Mother," Eric said. "Exactly," she said, winking at him. "If she's going to pay for our wedding, we're going to have to keep her satisfied. And that means feeding her that sort of bullshit. She's also going to ask about grandkids, so be prepared for that." She looked across the parking lot at the dentist's office. "So, did you ever find out what happened with Dr. Golden?" she asked. "No, all I got was the message on her website, that she'd left her practice to explore new business opportunities," he replied. "Hopefully this new guy'll be just as good." "Well, let's go see," Elizabeth said, unbuckling herself. They walked over to the dentist's office and opened the front door. "Oh hiiiiiii!" the receptionist greeted them, her pornographic breasts bouncing up and down. "Like, welcome to Dr. Joseph's office! I'm Crystal! What's your names?" "Um," Eric said. "Um, Eric Desjardins and Elizabeth Schulman." Crystal took on a look of intense concentration. "I type real good," she said, then stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth, and tap-tap-tapped away at the keyboard. That left the room silent, and, therefore, awkward. Elizabeth wasn't quite glaring at him, but she was Not Happy. He would've pointed out that she'd suggested this place, but that probably wouldn't've helped. Instead, he very carefully did not watch Crystal as she typed in their names. "Ohhh, here we are!" Crystal said. She peered at something on the monitor, then smiled at Eric and Elizabeth. "Dr. Joseph says you should both go right on in. Eric is in room 8 and Lizzie, you're in room 2." Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth, probably to start yelling at this bimbo for calling her Lizzie, but Eric forestalled her by laying a hand on her shoulder. "Don't bother with her. She's not worth the time," he whispered into her ear. Reluctantly, Elizabeth nodded, and they walked through the door that led to the actual office area. Maybe the hygienists were a bit more intelligent than the receptionist. Their hopes, however, were dashed when they saw the hygienist waiting for Elizabeth in room 2. "Oh hiiiii!" said a Chinese bimbo. "You must be Lizzie! I'm Ming, and I'll be your hygiene lady today!" Eric laid a hand on her shoulder and just said, "Patience." They shared a smile, and then he strolled down the hall to room 8. It was the last room on the right side, and another hygienist was waiting at the entrance to it. And she was also a bimbo. "Oh hiiiii!" the bimbo hygienist said. "You, like, must be Eric! It's, like, rilly nice to meet you! I'm Noor!" Eric blinked. He'd thought she looked Arabic, based on his experience in the Middle East, but none of the women there had been nearly as shapely. Or as uncovered. Noor guided him into the chair, a big white smile plastered on her face. Her long black hair cascaded from her shoulders as she started chattering about nothing in particular. It was almost hypnotic, the way she talked. It made Eric feel like he was slipping into a trance, a trance that carried him through all of Noor's poking and prodding in his mouth. When he came to again, there was a brown-haired man looking down from behind the chair. The man smiled down at him and said, "I'm Dr. Joseph. Feel a bit more relaxed now?" "Very," replied Eric. It was, oddly enough, quite true. He did feel refreshed, for no apparent reason. It wasn't as if he'd felt like shit, or something, but he felt ready to take on the world now. "So, got any plans, Eric?" Dr. Joseph asked, shuffling some papers. "Oh, nothing much," Eric replied. "My fiancée's mother is coming to town in a few days." He made a face, and Dr. Joseph chuckled. "I know the feeling," he said, taking up a tool from the tray. For a few seconds, he just poked around in Eric's mouth, then set it down on the tray again. "You seem to have a very nice set of teeth, Eric. But I do need to talk to you about something. "Your fiancée Elizabeth is going to need to come back three days from now, and she'll need to go under general for us to deal with her problem. If you could be available to pick her up, that would probably work best for all of us." He frowned. "Is that going to pose any sort of problem?" Eric thought for a minute, running through his schedule. "I think I can get time off then. What time do I need to be here?" "Her appointment is at 11 am, and she should be done by 12:30," Dr. Joseph said. "I don't know what arrangements you need to make, but you should be here by then." That might be a problem, Eric thought. Since his accident last week, he'd been sharing a car with Elizabeth. That had worked out fairly well for work, since they both worked in the same building. But that meant he would need to come with her to, at the very least, drop her off. "Well, thanks for letting me know, Doc," Eric said, standing up from the chair. He shook the dentist's hand, finding the strength of his own grip to be a bit surprising. Noor just giggled and waved coyly at him. As he walked down the hall towards the front of the office, Elizabeth was waiting for him at her room. She smiled ruefully at him. "I thought I had good teeth," she said, taking him by the arm, "but Dr. Joseph said something went wrong with a couple of my molars when I was a little kid." She shrugged. "You can hardly blame me for that." Eric hugged his wife-to-be and said, "I couldn't blame you for anything, dear." They breezed past Crystal with a minimum of awkwardness, and out into the parking lot. He gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek and said, "I've got all the time in the world for you." "Awww, honey, you're so sweet when you get like this," Elizabeth said, wrapping her arms tight around Eric's chest. She giggled, and Eric hugged her back, again. **Three days later** The sun had risen just above the trees behind Dr. Joseph's office when Eric and Elizabeth arrived in the parking lot. Elizabeth, who had never been a morning person, was still yawning and stretching, trying to manage without coffee. Dr. Joseph had stipulated that, saying that it would interfere with the anaesthesia. So, of course, Eric had stopped at a coffee shop on the way over. He'd always been bright and chipper in the mornings, so he didn't really need it, but it tasted nice. And besides, he deserved a little treat, what with how his exercising had been going. Eric didn't have any idea what had happened to him in the past few days, but whatever it was, he liked it. He'd dropped at least 9 pounds, and he could actually feel the edges of his abs, without pressing through a layer of belly fat. His energy level had been sky-high, but he never felt jittery. This wasn't "caffeine-and-sugar-high" kind of energy, the sort that was going to crash and burn as soon as he had to do anything. No, this was a "my-metabolism-is-kicking-itself-into-high-gear" kind of energy. He'd run five miles yesterday, and barely broken a sweat. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had seemed to be having some trouble focusing. She seemed to be trying to do everything at once, without managing to finish any of it. The day before last, she'd swept half of the kitchen floor, cleaned a couple of plates, dusted a few of his college textbooks, and moved around some random family heirlooms, before retiring to the bedroom and flipping restlessly through channel after channel. Maybe she was worried about the surgery, or maybe it was her Mother's imminent arrival. Whatever it was, Eric couldn't decide if he wanted it to stop or continue. On the one hand, she was oddly spacy from time to time, forgetting the oddest things. There was a reason he was at the wheel this morning. But, on the other hand, she'd been great in bed. Yesterday, she'd actually managed to get up before he went to work (which was astonishing) and she'd proceeded to give him a handjob (which was incredible). Something was different about Elizabeth, but whatever it was, Eric felt pretty good about it. They entered Dr. Joseph's office, Elizabeth yawning as Eric held the door for her. Noor was at the desk, a big smile still plastered on her face. She sent Elizabeth down the hall to the operating theater, leaving Eric by himself. With her. For about ten minutes, Eric managed to keep to himself. He'd brought his laptop along, and he managed to do some work on it. But no sooner had he finished an email to his boss about the Friedlander accounts, than Noor said, "Oopsies." He couldn't pretend that he was alone anymore. He just couldn't. As soon as he had to acknowledge Noor's presence in the room, he became riveted by her lush, voluptuous body. How had an Arabian girl maintained that kind of physique, and how had she become so sexy? "Um, Eric?" she said, forcing him to actually look in her direction. "Do you know how to, like, use a computer?" "Yes?" he said, puzzled. How could someone so mind-blowingly hot be so monumentally stupid that she didn't know how to *use* a computer? He could understand not knowing how to fix a computer. But this was something else entirely. Still, he stood and took a few cautious steps towards the desk. "What is it you need?" As soon as he was within reach, Noor grabbed his head and planted her lips on his mouth. Her tongue went deep into his astonished mouth, and she started pulling him over the desktop. She was surprisingly strong, and Eric found himself sprawled on the floor, cushioned by the grinning bimbo. For a second, he wanted to shout, to object, but he took a deep breath. Everything around him smelled musky, like a million orgies had filled the office with their smells. Instead of objecting, Eric growled and ripped Noor's top off. Her exposed tits rolled free, and Eric grabbed them with both hands. He gently rubbed against her nipples, while holding the rest of her tits in a firm, almost painful grip. Noor just mewled with pleasure, her face rapturous. As Eric moved his hands down her side, running his fingers along her toned stomach, Noor bucked under him, moaning a bit. He pulled down her tiny skirt, revealing a sopping wet pussy. Noor's cum had spilled all around her slit, lubricating her in anticipation of Eric's penetration. Eric obliged her and impaled her pussy on his cock. It yielded easily, but not too easily. Her cunt was tight around his cock, though he suspected she wasn't actually a virgin. She was too experienced at this to be innocent. Less than 30 seconds later, Eric orgasmed, shooting a stream of semen deep into Noor's pussy. A small part of his brain tried to inform Eric that he'd just shot a much bigger load than normal, but he was too occupied to think of that just now. He was focusing on how he wanted to fill this slut up. **An hour later** Eric had kind of lost track, at this point, of the number of times he'd orgasmed in the past hour. It should've surprised him that he was able to fuck Noor so comprehensively without a pause, but he just accepted it without hesitation. If he had bothered to focus on something other than the bimbo on his cock, he might've noticed the mess they'd made of the waiting room. Chairs were toppled, papers scattered everywhere, and the computer monitor had a big hole in it. Eric had punched straight through it in the midst of passion, several orgasms ago, but he'd barely even noticed. Currently, he was ramming his cock into Noor's asshole for at least the third time. The bimbo had braced herself against an overturned couch, while Eric held two fistfuls of her asscheeks in his hands. At every push, she squealed with mingled delight and pain. Eric groaned and orgasmed again, shooting a (still) surprisingly large load up into Noor's asshole. Noor, in turn, thrashed as the cum entered her. Her eyes were wide and her tongue stuck out, panting as sweat rolled off her body in waves. A good part of the mess came from their co-mingled cum and sweat, smeared all over the room. "Perhaps I should've expected this," Dr. Joseph said, looking down on the pair of them. "I guess this is my own damn fault." "Fuck!" Eric shouted. He rolled over to find the good Doctor standing over him, looking grim. "I, um, um, I, I, I can explain," he stammered, trying to come up with an explanation. "You don't need to explain," Dr. Joseph replied. "I understand exactly what happened here. Your transformation took effect before I expected it. And it's changed my plans." He crooked a finger forward, and a peroxide-haired bimbo flounced forward. "Hiiiiii!" she chirped. She seemed familiar, but Eric couldn't place it exactly. It definitely wasn't Crystal, because her face was different. But why was this supposed to be significant? It was just a bimbo. "What's your name?" Dr. Joseph asked the bimbo. She scrunched up her face in deep thought. "Um... uh... it's... uh... oh yeah, it's Lizzie!" she said. "Your old name," he corrected her. The bimbo looked puzzled. "Old name? But Doctor Joey, you, like, said, I should, like, forget all that, like, dumb stuff!" "Was your old name Elizabeth Schulman?" he asked. Lizzie looked thoughtful again, then brightened. "Oooh, that's, like, totes it!" "What did you do to her?" Eric said, pushing himself to his feet. His clothes were smeared with cum, and his still-erect dick hung out of his fly, but he ignored all of that. Judging by the responses of the bimbos, he looked very impressive. Of course, they'd probably be impressed by a squirrel's dick, at this point. "Calm down," Dr. Joseph said, his eyes blazing. Eric felt something take a hold of him, like a giant's hand grasping a tiny porcelain figurine. "I expected you to fuck your fiancee first. But you didn't. So sit down, and zip up your fucking pants." Eric felt his concerns fading a bit, as he obeyed Dr. Joseph. They were still present, but now he was feeling a bit more thoughtful. Obviously, there was an explanation, and Dr. Joseph would provide it. He flipped over a couch and carefully sat down on it, avoiding the cumstains. Noor and "Lizzie" plopped down next to him with no such regard. While Lizzie's expression was vacant and smiling, Noor seemed confused. She wasn't smiling, and she actually seemed to have a few thoughts. Dr. Joseph sighed. "It's already started, see?" he said, pointing to Noor. "We don't have a lot of time, so I need to explain. You and your fiancee, as you may have surmised, have been changed here. "She's become an airheaded bimbo. You've become a man who can master bimbos. Your physical changes are not as serious as hers, but you'll notice a few new things over the next few days. "But the thing is," he went on, "the first load of cum that you shoot into a woman after your transformation will also change her. It bonds her to you, and grants her actual intelligence along with any necessary physical changes. "She becomes a smart bimbo, in other words," Dr. Joseph said. "She'll look like a bimbo, and have the sexual desires of a bimbo, but the intelligence to not constantly gratify them at the cost of her dignity." "I'm, like, gonna be smart?" Lizzie said, giggling. "No, Lizzie, because Eric hasn't fucked you, yet," Dr. Joseph said, as though he were talking to a three-year-old. "Noor is going to be smart instead of you." He looked into Eric's eyes. "When she becomes smart, I'll have no use for her as a bimbo." "So take Lizzie, instead," Eric said, speaking coherently for the first time in some while. Dr. Joseph shook his head. "My bimbos require a special touch, one that only I can give them. Lizzie is already beyond that. She's imprinted with her new self, and there's nothing we can do now that would change that. "Here's what I'll offer, then," he continued. "Take Noor and Lizzie home with you. All I want, in return, is a replacement for Noor. I don't have any particular requests, though I prefer a diversity of bimbos. So I'd rather not have another blond or redhead. I've got a Chinese bimbo, too. "So if you could find another Middle Eastern woman, like Noor, or perhaps a Hispanic girl, I'd appreciate that." He handed Eric a disc. "Just point that at the woman you want to bring to me, and she'll obey you temporarily." Eric took the disc, and pointed it at Lizzie. He pressed the button in the middle, but nothing happened. "It doesn't work on the bimbos," Dr. Joseph said, "so that they don't deplete it by playing around. It's got a limited number of uses, so be careful with it." "Any questions?" Dr. Joseph said, folding his hands. "Um, am I supposed to be thinking like a smart girl?" Noor asked hesitantly. "'Cause it feels really, really weird." "Any questions I didn't already answer?" Dr. Joseph amended himself. "I... don't think so," Eric said. He stood, feeling very disoriented. His head felt closer to the ceiling. Maybe getting taller was part of his transformation. He stretched, feeling the muscles ripple under his shirt. That was definitely a new feeling for him. Lizzie cuddled up to him, and he put a beefy arm around her shoulder. Noor stood slowly, and followed as he maneuvered Lizzie out of the office. They walked to the car in silence, and Eric buckled Lizzie into one of the rear seats. She just giggled as Eric took the driver's seat, and Noor, the front passenger's. "Everything feels so weird," Noor complained. She looked over at Eric. "Is this what being smart is like? You know, thinking? Is it always this strange?" "I suppose," Eric said. "I'd never given it that much thought." They drove home, mostly in silence, with nothing but Lizzie's giggles to break the calm. Noor just looked out the window, as if she was seeing the world for the first time. When he pulled the car into the driveway, Eric snuck a quick look at all the other houses around him. They lived in a fairly young neighborhood, and he was pretty sure there weren't a lot of people around, this time of day. Most folks should be at work or school (or both). Nevertheless, he felt like a million eyes were watching the three of them as he pulled forward into the garage. When the door descended behind them, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. Lizzie just hopped out of the car, completely oblivious. "Come on in, Noor," he said, seeing how confused she was. "This is your house, too, now." "I just don't feel right," she said, stepping out of the car. "I feel like I'm about to throw up." She walked over to the door out of the garage, then stopped. "Am I really your bimbo now? Not Dr. Joseph's?" Eric nodded. She nodded back, then toppled over. "Oooph!" Eric said, catching her body with quite a bit of effort. "Lizzie, help me carry Noor inside." "Okey-dokey!" Lizzie said from the couch. She'd been engrossed in the search for something vaguely dildo-shaped, but apparently Eric's orders took precedence. "Like, what's wrong with Noor?" she asked, as they carried her into the living room. "I think she's just a bit stressed out," Eric said, setting Noor down on the couch. He picked up her right arm, which had fallen to her side, and set it across her chest. "Oh," Lizzie said, then brightened. "She should, like, try fucking someone!" "I think she's done that before," Eric said, trying to remain patient with his bimbo fiancee. She couldn't help saying stupid bullshit. She was just a fucking bimbo. And most bimbos weren't about brains. He grabbed Lizzie's hand and said, "Here, how about we fuck while she's asleep." Lizzie giggled and said, "That's, like, such a good, like, idea!" They went back to their bedroom, and Eric tossed Lizzie onto the bed. She giggled as she hit the mattress, and looked up adoringly at her Master, standing above her. Eric ripped off his shirt and thrust himself out of his pants. He felt his dick rising to attention again beneath his underwear. He made short work of that obstacle, too, and soon he stood, in all of his Masterful, bemuscled glory, ready to fuck his bimbo silly. With a growl, Eric pounced on the giggling Lizzie, and thrust himself into her pussy without saying anything more. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted. For the next four hours, Eric and Lizzie fucked all over the house. He bent her over a low bookshelf and fucked her in the ass. She sucked his dick hungrily while he sat above her on the kitchen counter. He rammed his dick up her pussy while she sucked on a lollipop. At last, they ended up in the living room, where Noor had remained, unconscious, the whole time. Her eyes fluttered open, as Lizzie giggled breathily. "I'm, like, totes pooped!" Lizzie said. "Get off me, you fucking bimbo!" Noor snarled, pushing Lizzie to the floor. Eric got to his feet, shaking off his own exhaustion. "I'm so fucking horny, I'm gonna fucking burst!" Noor added, grabbing Lizzie by the hair. "Lick my cunt, you fucking slut!" she told the squealing bimbo. "Lick my fucking cunt, you stupid bimbo piece of shit!" Noor rammed Lizzie's face into her pussy, ignoring the bimbo's protests. "Aaaah!" Noor said, her face exultant. "*That's* it, you goddamn bimbo! Fuck me hard, fuck me, you fucking idiot!" Only a few seconds later, Noor orgasmed with a roar, spraying her cum on Lizzie's face. "Oh, that's a good fucking bimbo," Noor said, dropping a nearly comatose Lizzie to the floor. "You're gonna be so much goddamn fun." "And so are you," Eric said, putting a hand on Noor's shoulder. "You're going to teach Lizzie how to be a real bimbo." "Yes, Master," Noor said, dropping to her knees. Eric raised her to her feet. "You don't need to bow to me. As far as I'm concerned, you're in charge of my bimbos. I'll let you be my equal." Noor nodded. "But you're still my Master," she said, her eyes down. "I suppose I am, aren't I?" he said, chuckling. Then he reached down, and picked Lizzie up by her hair again. "Get up, slut. You can sleep some other fucking time. We're going to get some real clothes for the two of you." For the time being, though, Eric handed Lizzie some of her old clothes. She looked comically misdressed, wearing a cream-colored long-sleeved shirt and a gray wool dress. Neither of them fit her terribly well, with a lot of skin showing all over the place. It made Lizzie look like a parody of a serious businesswoman. Noor took something similar to wear, but she actually looked like she could be a businesswoman. It had to do more with the way she walked, the way she smiled, like a sexy tiger on the prowl. Even though her outfit was ridiculous, Noor made it work. "Let's go, honey," Eric said, leading his two bimbos out to the garage. He wasn't even sure which one he'd just referred to, but he felt himself thinking very fondly of Noor. Lizzie was just a bimbo, to his mind, but Noor could think. She could speak intelligently, and not pepper every goddamn sentence with "like". For all that Lizzie was still supposedly his fiancee, Eric would rather have Noor as his wife. Maybe more things would be changing around here, he mused. Noor took the wheel, while Lizzie struggled to figure out how to buckle her seatbelt. "Think of my cock going into your pussy," Eric said over his shoulder. "Yay!" Lizzie said, as her seatbelt clicked into place. "I know just the place to go," Noor said, turning onto a long, tree-lined road. She turned so suddenly that she sent an SUV screeching into an oak tree. The tree seemed to be fine, but the car was less well-off. Noor pulled over in front of the crash site, rolling her eyes. She started practicing her "not my fault" face. "Noor, be careful," Eric said, putting a hand on her knee. Lizzie just hummed tunelessly as she masturbated. "What the hell was that about, you fucking bitch?" yelled the other driver as she stepped out of the SUV. She looked like she might've been hot when she was young, but now her face was quite wrinkly, and her boobs were just a fucking mess. On the passenger side, a slim young woman, who looked very much like the driver, stepped out. "I'm very sorry," Noor said, stepping out on her side. "Really, I am. I was just so distracted." The other driver's jaw dropped as Noor drew closer. "Uh, it's, uh, no problem at all," the woman said. She sniffed, and seemed about ready to faint. The passenger, who was clearly the driver's daughter, seemed less affected. "Yes, it is a problem," she said, as Eric stepped out of the passenger's side. The younger woman took a deep breath at the sight of Eric, and gulped. "I mean, isn't it? I think, um, it's a, uh, some kind of, um, problem." "What're your names?" Eric asked, taking the daughter's hand. "Th- th- that's my mom Gianna," the girl said, "and I'm Emily." She whimpered a bit. "Please, sir, I don't know what's, what's going on?" "You want to suck my cock, don't you?" he said softly. "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Y- y- yes, yes, I want it soooo fucking much!" she shouted, and Eric glanced around to see if anyone else was watching. Without further ado, he unzipped his pants, and released his cock. Emily fell on it like a dehydrated hiker finding a pool of water in the desert. Her mother looked on with mingled horror and lust. Noor folded her arms around Gianna, pressing her enormous breasts into Gianna's back. "You want that, too, don't you?" Noor whispered into the mother's ear. "Oh, I- I shouldn't," she whimpered. "But I, I just have to!" Eric shot a load of cum into Emily's mouth, and the teenager swallowed it immediately. She fell off to the side as Gianna rushed over and latched on to Eric's cock. While Emily burbled and muttered gibberish, her mother was feverishly sucking on the cock of a man she barely knew. Emily's breasts swelled, as her mother slid her tongue down Eric's shaft. "Oooooooooh," Emily muttered while Gianna received another load of cum. The two women lay next to each other on the side of the road. Emily's moaning trailed off as her body finished its transformation, and she sat up, looking puzzled. "Like, why's that lady all, like, moany and stuff?" she said to Eric, pointing at her moaning mother. "She's, like, not as hot as I am." "And what's your name?" Eric asked, a knowing smile on his face. He had a pretty good idea what the new Emily was feeling like. "Oh," Emily said, giggling. "You can, like, call me Emmy. And, omigod, you're, like, so hot!" Eric's smile widened. "Do you know who that is?" he asked, pointing at Gianna, whose wrinkles had all melted away. Emmy scrunched up her face and shrugged. "Let's wait just a little bit, and maybe you'll recognize her," he said, helping Emmy to her feet. She giggled and snuggled up against him. He felt her boobs while they waited for Gianna to finish. Gianna's moaning subsided, and she slowly sat up, looking around herself. She was practically a mirror image of Emmy now. Both had enormous boobs, long, straight brown hair, spectacular figures, and adorably huge noses. "Omigod!" Emmy shrieked. "I, like, totes know you! You're, um, you're, like, OMG, you're, like..." She paused to think. Then she perked up. "You're, like, my twin Kimmy!" "Oh yeah!" Kimmy said, taking Eric's hand. "Like, where've you been, Emmy?" The "twins" jumped into each other's arms, and bounced up and down. They chattered at each other in high-pitched voices. "Okay, girls, that's enough," Eric said, interposing himself. "We need to go to the store to get some good clothes for everyone here. Kimmy, Emmy, go ahead and get in my car, and we'll deal with yours later." "That's, like, our car?" Emmy said incredulously. Eric sighed. "Just get the fuck in the car," Noor said, filling her words with vitriol. Emmy and Kimmy obeyed with pouts plastered on their faces. Noor walked over to the smashed-up SUV, turned the lights off, and took the keys out of the ignition. "Do you know who owns the woods around here?" she asked Eric. "I think it's some old codger in a nursing home," Eric said. "Stubborn old bastard who refused to sell this land, whatever the price." "So, no one's around here?" she said, wiping the glass off the driver's seat. "Probably not," he replied. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She nodded. "Probably. I think it kind of works that way." She put the keys back in the ignition. "Let's see if this piece of junk works anymore." The engine coughed to life, and Noor carefully backed it away from the tree. "I'll follow you," she hollered over to Eric, who nodded and ran back over to his car. He hopped into the driver's seat, and started it up again. A quick glance in the back showed him that Lizzie was eating out Emmy while Kimmy masturbated. As long as they weren't messing things up, that was perfectly fine. The two cars moved in slow formation, a little ways up the road, until Eric spotted a good place. He waved Noor over, and she nodded back at him. She pulled off the road, and up the slope a little ways. It turned out to be a small rise, small enough to climb, but high enough to block casual onlookers. Eric followed in her wake, rearranging the groundcover to cover up the car tracks. Noor turned off the engine and took the keys out again. "You know somewhere we can put this for the long run?" she asked. Eric thought for a second, and shrugged. "We'll think of something, I'm sure," he said. By the time they got back to the car, Lizzie, Emmy, and Kimmy had covered the backseat with a noticeable layer of cum. A few sharp orders from Noor got all three of them sitting down in their seats, pouting. This time, Eric took the wheel. "You're going to be the navigator," he said. She gave him a hurt look, but got in on the passenger side nonetheless. Half an hour later, without a single further accident, they arrived at a small, seedy-looking shopping center. The main store seemed to be a sad, deserted old pharmacy. The parking lot was festooned with wide fissures, lined with surprisingly green grass. They were more interested in the shop at the other end of the shopping center. It was hard to see if you didn't know where to look, but Noor had been here before. "Marilyn's Naughty Boutique", read the faded sign above the door. "It's a starting point, I suppose," Eric said, a giggle of bimbos following in his wake. "How did you hear about this place?" "Dr. Joseph kept a list of shops like this," she said. "He hasn't used this one yet, so it should be completely fresh." Eric wanted to ask what exactly "completely fresh" meant, but that was the moment he reached the door. Rather than saying anything, he put his game face on and pushed the door open. "Hello, and welcome to Marilyn's Naughty Boutique," a tired-looking blond woman said. She might've been good-looking if she'd lost a few pounds. Or if she'd bothered to put on any makeup. Or if she'd given any thought to how bad she looked. She started as the bimbos came in behind Eric, chattering inanely. "Oooh, look at the pretty clothes!" Lizzie cooed. Emmy and Kimmy squeed loudly at a rack of tiny pink thongs. Noor just licked her lips and set off for the store's sex toys section. "Can... can I help you?" the blond woman said again. She looked a bit dizzy. Perhaps she wasn't used to so many customers at once. Perhaps she'd already gotten a whiff of Eric or one of the bimbos. Perhaps it was both. Eric flipped the OPEN sign next to the door to CLOSED, and locked the door. "Hey..." the woman protested weakly, but Eric had covered the ground between them before she could say anything more. Her eyes seemed to go a bit vacant as Eric stepped around to her side of the counter. "I- I shouldn't be..." she said faintly. "This is so... oohhh..." "What's your name? Is it Marilyn?" Eric whispered into her ear. The woman nearly fainted. "Um, it's, uh, I mean, um, I am, uh, Marilyn, but that's, um, not my real, uh, name." "Tell me what it is," he demanded. She gulped and replied, "Um, Lorraine?" "Well, Lori, why don't you get down on your knees and suck my dick?" Eric said. He opened his fly and his dick sprung out like a flesh-colored jack-in-the-box. A less distracted part of his brain noted that it seemed to larger than he remembered. Lori looked down at Eric's dick, then slowly lowered herself to the floor. She looked at it again, then opened her mouth wide, and stuck his dick into it. Compared with Lizzie's frantic lust, Noor's calculated expertise, and Emmy's and Kimmy's inexpert enthusiasm, Eric would put Lori's technique firmly in the middle. It probably wasn't her first time giving a blowjob, but it probably wasn't something she did on a regular basis. He had a feeling that she was going to get a few lessons on dick-sucking in the near future. Regardless, it didn't take very long for Eric to climax, and deposit a load of cum in Lori's mouth. She looked like she was going to spit it out, but Eric shook his head. "Eat it," he said, holding her head tightly. Obediently, Lori swallowed it all down, and Eric released her head. She sat back on her haunches, looking confused. "Like, what was that all about?" she said in a high-pitched voice. She started, and looked around for whoever had just spoken. It took a few seconds for her to realize that she'd been hearing herself. "Like, OMG!" she gasped. "I'm, like, talking all, like, like, like!" Apparently that made sense in her mind, because she beamed as if she'd just leapt across the Grand Canyon in a single bound. For the next two hours, Eric inducted his latest bimbo, while Noor directed his other bimbos in their shopping. He was more focused on (literally) fucking Lori's brains out, but Eric could definitely appreciate Noor's work wrangling his bimbos. She was a keeper, that was for sure. When Noor and their girls arrived at the counter, Lori was sprawled on the floor, drenched in Eric's cum. Her hair, in the non-cum-stained parts, was curly and platinum blond. Her new breasts had long since erupted from beneath her frumpy old shirt, and her hips and ass flared dramatically, before settling down into a much thinner abdomen. Her eyes were completely devoid of intelligence, and her lips had puffed up so much that her mouth seemed to be constantly open. Between that and her wide, vacant eyes, it looked like she was constantly in a state of shock. "I think she'll give excellent blowjobs from now on," Eric noted, looking down at the latest addition to his collection. Lori was currently occupying herself with a hearty round of masturbation, oblivious to all else around her. Noor just looked amused. "A few hours ago, that could've been me," she said, taking the bundles of clothes and toys from the bimbos' arms. She smiled at Eric. "I'm so glad you set me free, dear," she said. Eric smiled back. "I'm so glad I found you, dear," he said. "Don't worry about her, I can ring all this up." He tapped at a few keys on the cash register, and the cash drawer sprang open. Its contents were surprisingly bountiful, and he took all of it with him. "You don't need money any more," he told Lori, who giggled. "Don't worry about a single thing but how to please your Master and Mistress." Lori nodded her head. "Now, let's get out of here," Eric said, tossing a latex skirt and spandex top at Lori. She wiggled out of her old, ruined clothes, and put on her new, sexy clothes. When she was finished, she giggled and wriggled her sexy ass at Eric. He slapped her on the ass, and led his bimbos out of the store. They all piled in, and an orgy immediately broke out in the backseat. Noor and Eric sighed simultaneously, and he got the car moving. They arrived at home without incident, and dropped off the bimbos inside. Eric gave a silent blessing for the garage, which allowed his cavalcade of tits and ass to spill out of the car without making the neighbors stare. "Lizzie, Noor and I will be right back," Eric said. "In the meantime, I want you to put some food together. Don't fuck up the house too much. And whatever happens, do not answer the door or the phone." Lizzie nodded happily, and Eric could only hope she'd actually understood what he said. He opened the garage door again, and backed the car out. "Now we have to deal with your little accident, don't we?" he said to Noor. She sighed theatrically and pretended to be shocked. "Oh, well, I suppose so." They sat for a bit without saying much, until Eric slapped his forehead. "Fuck, I totally forgot about that!" he said. "Lizzie's mom is coming to town tonight, and she's such a fucking bitch!" He growled in a surprisingly intimidating fashion, and punched the top of the dashboard. "No need to worry about her," Noor said. "What's she look like?" "Umm," Eric said, trying to picture Maria Greene-Schulman. "She doesn't look much like Lizzie - or, at least, what Lizzie used to look like. I think Lizzie got her looks from her father. Overall, she's kind of, well, bleh." "No, I mean, how big is she?" Noor said. "What color's her hair? Do you know anything about her natural sizes?" "Why does that matter, if we're going to make her into a bimbo?" Eric asked. "I think that's kind of a simple proposition." Noor looked pensive for a minute, then said, "You know, I suppose it doesn't. Dr. Joseph always wanted to know that kind of stuff, but if we're just going to have her give you a blowjob, we don't need to worry about that." "Let's focus on the things we need to worry about," Eric said, pulling off to the edge of the road. "Like what to do with this damn car." They stepped out of their car and walked up the rise to where they'd left Emmy and Kimmy's old car. On second thought, there wasn't much damage to it at all. Most of it seemed to be cosmetic, so Noor carefully retraced the path she'd taken into the woods, and took off down the road, back to the house. Eric stayed behind to cover the tracks, and he took the time to ponder all the weird things that had happened in just one day. What the fuck had happened to him and Lizzie at the dentist's office? Was it something he could reverse? Did he even *want* to reverse it? He was so caught up in his thoughts that he completely missed the jogger, until the two of them collided. With an *oof*, he fell to the ground, and the jogger landed on top of him. "Watch where you're going!" she said, plucking out her headphones. Eric was fairly certain she lived somewhere in the area, but he didn't really know the woman. She was a tiny, thin, young Vietnamese woman, with her black hair drawn up behind her head. "I wasn't the one with headphones in," Eric pointed out, picking himself up. He dusted himself off a little bit, and held out a hand to the jogger. She took it, but didn't get up. "That's... that's true, isn'it?" the jogger said, slurring her words. She looked right at Eric's crotch, and inhaled deeply through her nose. "Gosh, something really smells good," she said. "What's your name?" Eric asked, gently chivvying her behind his car. "Uh... my name is Callista... Callist- uh... Traaan..." He unzipped his fly and let his erect dick slip out. Before he could even say anything, Callista had taken his dick into her mouth, and begun sucking on it. Eric had been about to suggest the same thing, so he just relaxed and focused on fucking this chick silly. Yesterday, the number of times Eric came in her mouth would've surprised him. Today, though, it seemed perfectly normal to cum seven times in ten minutes. It was no surprise whatsoever when Callista swallowed every last drop of his cum, then leaned back with a satisfied sigh. It was an absolutely unexceptional occurrence when she burbled and shook, transforming into a much, much curvier bimbo. "I think we can call you 'Calli' now," Eric said, regarding his newest bimbo with a certain amount of pride. She beamed back up at him and clapped her hands together. "Master, uh..." she said, suddenly looking hesitant. "Yes, Calli?" he said. "Master, me so horny," she admitted, her mouth pouting. Well, it wasn't exactly the right stereotype, but she was still quite sexy. He gestured for her to stand up, and opened the passenger side door. Eric wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with another slave, but he was sure Noor could find something to do with her. She hopped into the car without a bit of hesitation, and he started the car up. Hopefully, things wouldn't be like this all the time. It would be very awkward to have bimbos sprouting up like chesty weeds at school. When he got back, Noor was waiting for him in the garage, looking amused. She raised an eyebrow at Eric's passenger, but seemed unsurprised. "Just ran into her, and she sucked my dick," he said, after he'd stopped the car and opened the door. Calli looked confused, as if she had no idea how to open her door. Eric pointed to the handle and mimed an opening motion. She tried it, and squeaked happily when it worked. "Yeah, that happens sometimes," Noor said, smiling broadly at Calli's antics. "After I got back, you got a call from Lizzie's mom. She'll need you to pick her up from the airport in about thirty minutes." "That's about what I expected," he replied. "By the way, did you actually answer the phone?" "Well, our dear Lizzie isn't exactly in a condition to talk to her mother for now," Noor said, pursing her lips. "So I just told her that I was a neighbor, and that Lizzie - sorry, I mean *Elizabeth* - was in the bathroom. That seemed to work well enough." Eric was opening his mouth to say something else, but Lizzie bounced out of nowhere and enveloped him in a sweaty, cum-slicked hug. "Eeeee!" she squealed, right in his ear. Caught off guard, Lizzie's momentum carried Eric to the floor. He hit with a *thud*, the impact driving the breath out of him. "Off, off!" Noor said, picking Lizzie up from the floor. "Master needs to go pick up a new friend for you guys." Lizzie bounced to her feet and giggled. "Is she, like, pretty, Master?" she asked Eric, who was getting to his feet. "She will be," he said, tapping Lizzie on the nose. She giggled again, and snuggled up against his chest. Her arms wrapped around him with a surprising amount of strength. Eric twisted out and grabbed his keys before Lizzie could hold him tighter. "Think you can get them to put together some dinner?" he asked Noor. She nodded, and grabbed Lizzie by the shoulders, holding her in place. Eric waved at his girlfriend-bimbo, and quickly ducked out into the garage. On the drive to the airport, he pondered his situation. It would be hard to keep up this many bimbos on his boring little assistantship. Maybe he could have Lori or some of the other bimbos keep Lori's shop going. If he converted Lizzie's mother, he'd have a lot more money. But would it be enough to keep them going? Lizzie's job had been keeping them afloat while he was in grad school. But that now seemed quite untenable. A bimbo like Lizzie was entirely unsuited to thinking about anything more complex than the best way to perform cunnilingus. The people at her office would definitely notice. So she would send in her resignation by email, and that would be that. Or, rather, he would send in her resignation. At this point, Eric was unsure if Lizzie even knew how to spell "resignation". Eric's arrival at the airport interrupted his rumination, as he maneuvered through the traffic that always seemed to clog the pickup lanes. He didn't need any distractions right now. Lizzie's mother should be... there she was, waiting next to a huge concrete planter, looking very bored. He pulled up to the curb and waved at Maria Greene Schulman. She picked up her luggage and started forward. "You couldn't possibly help me with this," he heard her grumble as he rolled down the window. "I can't possibly park," he shouted back. He did unlock the doors for her, which was the very least he could do. She set down her bags in the empty backseat, and opened the front passenger door. "Hello, Eric," she said coolly, holding out a hand very carefully, as though expecting him to bite. "Hello, Maria," he replied, shaking her hand vigorously. She winced slightly from the force of his handshake, which seemed to distract her from his impertinent familiarity. Eric grinned to himself as he remembered how many times she'd dicked him around. All the times she'd pretended not to notice him while she called him, in so many words, an uppity peasant. She shut the door behind her, seeming quite distracted. Her nose kept sniffing the air, as though she'd found some delightful scent, and she wanted to vacuum it up into her nostrils. Eric smiled minutely. "So, how was your flight?" he said, making polite conversation as he waited for her brain to catch up to her nose. "It was... um, it was good," Maria said, her eyes slowly dropping to Eric's crotch. He pretended not to notice, though he did tug at his pants slightly, as though his dick was a little too large for its container. Maria whimpered ever so slightly. "Is something wrong, Maria?" he asked innocently. Her lower lip quivered, and her head dipped ever closer to his crotch. "Do you want something?" "Um... I, I... I want, nooooo... I needed you!" she panted, darting her hand out to pull down his fly. Before she could touch the zipper, Eric grabbed her hand in a firm grip. With his free hand, he pulled over to the side of the road and switched on the emergency lights. That ought to keep them safe for long enough to fit in a quick blowjob. "What makes you think you deserve me? You don't think I deserve your daughter?" Time was of the essence here, but he couldn't resist a little teasing. Maria pouted and tried to break free of Eric's grip, to no effect. "I was wrong! Soooooo wrong!" she whined. "I jus' wanna 'pologize!" "All right, then," he said, releasing her hand. "Go ahead and show me how sorry you are." She unzipped his fly before he could blink, and pulled out his dick. Before he could've said, "Go easy on it, I don't want it to get chafed," Maria Greene Schulman had her hoity-toity lips wrapped firmly around his dick. He wasn't sure what he'd expected out of Lizzie's mother, but Maria had surprisingly good technique. On reflection, though, it might not be so odd. Hadn't Lizzie told him, back when she was smarty-pants Elizabeth, that her father had been several decades older than her mother? Maybe this was how Maria had snared her big, wealthy fish. Less than a minute later, Eric's dick was unloading itself in Maria's mouth, filling his would-be mother-in-law with some choice seed. Despite the somewhat excessive amount of sex he'd had today, it still made him feel like a real fucking man. The feeling of ecstatic triumph and climax diverted his attention from the world around him for just a little bit. So when he looked up into the rearview mirror and saw a police cruiser pulling in behind his stopped car, it was a genuine surprise. Maria released her oral hold on his dick, and rolled over a bit, panting heavily as her body began swelling in all the right places. Eric couldn't do anything except pray that he could talk his way out of what was certain to be highly awkward. The driver's side door on the police car swung open, and a uniformed Latina stepped out, brandishing a ticket pad. For a second, Eric considered reaching down to zip up his fly. But that probably wasn't a good idea, for a variety of reasons. Maybe he could fuck his way out of this problem, too. He rolled down the window as the officer approached. "Something wrong, officer?" he asked, trying to act as though his dick wasn't hanging out of his pants. The officer started to say something, but the sight of his dick seemed to ensnare her, leaving her standing beside his car, mouth wide open. "Um... should you... I just, um, I feel weird, and I don't think you should be out here like this," she stammered. Her eyes were wide as saucers, and she drew ever closer to his cock. "Do you want it?" Eric asked, waving his half-erect dick a bit. The police officer shuddered, and whimpered, "Yes... yes, but I, I, I don't know whyyyyyy... Whyyyyyyyy?" "You need it, you little slut, don't you?" he said, ruffling her hair. "You need to tell me your name before I'll let you have it." The police officer gulped, and stammered out, "Christina Lopez, mister. Ummmmmm, what's- what's yours?" "You don't need to know that right now," he said. "For now, you can call me Master." Christina shuddered again and slumped against the door. Her ass stuck back dangerously far, nearly brushing against the cars that sped past. "Yes, Master," she said, giggling. "Do you want to fuck me now, Master?" "Not here," he said, thinking quickly. He was pretty sure there weren't any security cameras at the vacant lot just off the campus. He pulled a pen and a scrap of paper out of the glove compartment and scribbled down brief directions from the interstate. "Go to this place and ditch the cop car. Then walk two blocks down the street, and I'll be waiting for you." He handed it to the trembling traffic cop. She nodded and began walking back to her car, panting heavily. How many recruits was that now? It must be at least seven girls, all to serve his and Noor's every need. He was a really lucky guy. "Can I, like, do anything to help you, Master?" said Maria from the passenger's seat. He looked over at her. Her body had puffed out in all the right places, and slimmed down in all the right places, too. If her bright, broad smile was any indication, she'd gotten a much better personality along with her new body. "I know what you feel like doing," he said, "but we have to get going." He unbuckled both of their seat belts. "You're going to serve me by driving me, from now on." Maria's face fell, and her smile became a pout, but she nodded all the same. "But," he said, as something occurred to him. "Maria isn't a very good name for a bimbo. That's a smart girl's name, and you aren't smart, are you?" The bimbo shook her head vigorously. "What do you think your name should be?" he asked, feeling somewhat at a loss for a suitable name. The bimbo formerly known as Maria wrinkled her nose and whined, "Aw, Master, I dunnoh. Thinking is, like, rilly hard." Inspiration struck Eric, and he gave a big, toothy grin. "I've got it. Your name is Bambi!" Bambi smiled and nodded vigorously. "Now, let me get into the back, and you take the wheel. Remember, drive safely." "Okey-dokey!" Bambi replied as he hoisted himself into the backseat. She took her sweet time figuring out how to get into the driver's seat, but once she was there, she seemed to settle in fairly well. Eric crossed his fingers as he buckled up. He had a feeling this would work out, and he would have a bimbo chauffeur, but his stomach kept telling him that he was an idiot who was about to die in a fiery car crash. Bambi set about starting up the car again, and got everything moving. To Eric's vast surprise and relief, she did not crash immediately as she pulled out onto the interstate. To his further astonishment, she seemed to actually be capable of following directions. In fact, she seemed rather skilled at driving. He hadn't known Maria well enough to say anything about her driving skills, so maybe Bambi just got this from his command to drive. They arrived at his designated meeting point well in advance of Officer Lopez. Eric took the opportunity to give Bambi a new set of clothes, which fit her better than her old ones. She wriggled out of her too-tight old clothes, and into her new clothes, which were still rather tight. But they were tight in the right places, as opposed to strained and splitting at the seams. Eric was paying more attention to their surroundings, because this was essentially kidnapping, and he didn't want any witnesses. He'd chosen this place because it was isolated, even though it was in the middle of the city. It was a vacant lot, mostly, but there was a fence around most of the place. If he remembered correctly, there'd been a church here, but he wasn't entirely sure. Bambi looked back at him expectantly, but now was not the time to put his cock in any of her holes. "Give me your purse," he said, holding out his hand. She pouted, but obeyed, and he dumped its contents onto the seat next to him. The old Maria seemed to have been very businesslike, which might bode well for the state of her bank account. Eric picked up her old iPhone, and pressed the home button. When the lock screen popped up, he tapped Bambi on the shoulder. "Tell me the password for your phone," he said. Maybe commanding her to remember it would jog her puny little memory. "Ummm..." Bambi replied, sticking a finger in her mouth. "Uh, I think it's, like, 9 - 5 - 7 - 3. I think." She went back to her prior state of blissful enthrallment with her new body. Eric tapped in the combination, and, sure enough, it opened. He started rummaging through the data that, technically, belonged to the bimbo in the front seat. But she wouldn't mind it if he appropriated it for himself. "Tell me your bank password, Bambi," Eric said, and the bimbo obediently scrunched up her features, then started reciting it. But the arrival of a small, trembling, uniformed figure made him miss it. "Tell me again when we get home," he said, waving her aside. As soon as she spotted the car, Officer Lopez shuffled into a faster walk, which seemed to be all she could manage at the moment. Eric swung the door open, and swiveled to face the sweaty, shivering, disheveled police officer. "Before I let you come in," he said, blocking the way, "you're going to hand me every piece of clothing that you're wearing." Officer Lopez looked up at him pitifully, but he remained unmoved. "Okay..." she whimpered. "Okay, okay." Her hat flew off her head, and into the car, past Eric. She took off her badge, her radio, her name tag, her gun, her belt, her shoes, her socks, and everything she could manage without actually undressing. Eric gave her a pointed look and fiddled with his fly. Her eyes immediately latched on to his fingers, seemingly hypnotized by their movement around the object of her lust. "Give me all of it," he said firmly. Swearing desperately under her breath, she began unbuttoning her shirt, fumbling with the buttons, trying not to show too much lust for Eric's cock. At last, she had it off, and tossed it into Eric's hands. That left her sports bra, her pants, and whatever lay under her pants. The bra and pants came off in record speed, but, for some reason, once she was down to her surprisingly sexy panties, Officer Lopez hesitated. "Is this enough, Master?" she asked plaintively. Eric made a great show of considering it, then looked her straight in the eyes and said, "No." Officer Lopez's last bit of resistance melted, and she stepped out of her panties so fast that they came apart in her hand, falling into shreds of fabric. And there the humiliated, aroused police officer stood in the empty parking lot, completely exposed to the eyes of anyone who might pass by. Eric smiled and said, "Now turn around, slowly." Officer Lopez obeyed, but it was obvious that she was about to collapse from sheer lust. "Hmm, you do need some work," Eric concluded, "and that's just what you're going to get." He slid aside, and Officer Lopez hopped in eagerly. She clawed at his fly, desperate to reach the promised nectar of his wonderful cock. "Let's get going, Bambi," Eric said, cracking the battery out of Officer Lopez's cell phone and tossing it into the back of the car. "Find a route where we won't be noticed. Take the long way home." "And, like, how'm I supposed ta do that?" Bambi asked plaintively. She'd been more concerned with feeding the fever in her crotch, and thereby soaking the driver's seat. Eric had a feeling that was going to become a regular feature of this car, and sighed. "You're the driver. Figure something out," he said, before he took pity on Officer Lopez and unzipped his fly for her. She fell upon his cock, mouth first, like a starved woman sitting down at a 21 course dinner. He chuckled and rubbed the back of her head. "You're gonna be a real firecracker, I can tell." So for half an hour or so, Bambi drove around quite randomly while Officer Christina Lopez sucked Eric's cock. Under his tender attentions, she inflated into a curvy, vacant-eyed bimbo covered in semen. In a lull in the action, Officer Lopez informed her Master that her new name was "Chrissie". "'Cause I'm, like, such a bimbo now!" she chirped. Eventually, the three of them managed to get to Eric's house. By that time, Eric was more than ready to have some dinner. Oddly enough, having a ridiculous amount of sex could be somewhat tiring. He just hoped that Noor and the bimbos had left a few scraps for him. Bambi pulled to a stop inside the garage, and the door closed behind them. As soon as it touched the ground, the kitchen door swung open, and an oddly familiar tiny blonde bimbo bounced out to greet them. "Hi-iiii!" she said in a singsongy voice. "You're, like, my Master, aren'cha? Huh? Huh? Mistress said you were, like, rilly rilly hot, and she was, like, so totes right!" Eric just looked down at this new bimbo in puzzlement. Then he looked up and grinned. "Starting your own collection?" he said towards the doorframe. "A girl needs a few of her own toys, now, doesn't she?" came the answer, followed, shortly, by Noor's appearance. "After all, you shouldn't get to have all the fun." "Have I met that girl before?" he asked, as he stepped up into the kitchen, trailed by the three chattering bimbos. "Have you turned one of the neighbors, Noor?" "Absolutely not," Noor said smugly. "She showed up asking for you, saying she was in the class you teach at the university. Said you'd offered to help her out with her term paper." "Oh, fuck," Eric groaned, suddenly realizing who this new bimbo had been. "Dammit, Noor, Margaret Alexander was the only thing that made that class worthwhile. She was the only person who even bothered to listen to any of the lectures." He slumped down into an armchair. "I think she was even going to go for a history major, that's how good she was." "Look, I'm sorry that your teacher's pet had to become a bimbo, but she walked in like she owned the place, and Lizzie was sticking it to Calli with a big black strap-on. I kept her from flapping her big fat mouth about how much of a man-whore you are," Noor said, patting the little blond bimbo on her head. "Not that being a man-whore is a bad thing, but I get the feeling you're uneasy about people seeing you that way." Then she motioned towards Chrissie, who was gawking at her fellow bimbos. "Anyway, you're one to complain about turning random people. What's her story?" "Imma cop!" Chrissie said, grinning broadly. She waved around a pair of handcuffs and added, "Wheee!" "She interrupted Bambi's blowjob," Eric said defensively. "I had to pull over because she would've blown me while I was driving down the interstate. And that probably would've caused me to crash. Then Chrissie showed up and I had to deal with her." "Okay, so we both got surprised. No harm done, then," Noor said. "We'll figure this stuff out eventually." She opened the fridge and took out two plates of food. "No food for her," she said, gesturing at Chrissie, "but I'm sure she can find something to occupy herself." "Chrissie, go play with your new friends," Eric said, and he watched as Emmy and Kimmy dragged the befuddled Hispanic bimbo into the other room. "You too, Bambi." The pouting chauffeur slouched off, until Calli and Maggie put their arms around her shoulders, and propelled her into Lizzie's arms. "Does this ever stop?" he asked, as the bimbos started a massive Sapphic orgy in the other room. "I'm not complaining about the sex, but I'm not sure anyone needs this many bimbos." "Dr. Joseph didn't talk about it around us," Noor replied, "but I'm pretty sure you don't get an infinite number of bimbos. He's already had several other customers in the area, and yet the entire female population hasn't turned into bimbos." Eric shuddered a bit at the thought of a city full of women as stupid as Lizzie. "Look, it'll be fine," Noor said. "Dr. Joseph manages to survive, and I'm pretty sure he's been doing this for quite some time." She frowned. "You know, now that I think about it, I think I've been around for quite some time." "How do you mean?" Eric asked, through a mouthful of rice. "I remember some really old stuff," she replied, scrunching up her face. "Have you ever been to Cairo?" "A few times," he said. "Why, is that where you're from?" "Yes," she said, "but I remember Napoleon marching through at the head of his army. Wasn't that a long time ago?" Eric choked on the sip of milk he'd just taken. "Yes, it was," he said, after he recovered. "Over two hundred years ago is when it was." "And," she added thoughtfully, "I seem to remember Dr. Joseph saying something about finding Ming in the Forbidden City." "That doesn't seem too unusual," Eric said. "Maybe she was an unlucky tourist." "No, she's been there longer than I have," Noor said. "I think he said something about picking her out the day it was finished. She was the daughter of a concubine, he said." "So, Ming has a very appropriate name," Eric noted. He scarfed down a big piece of beef, then said, "Where's Dr. Joseph from, anyway?" "Fuck if I know," Noor replied. "That's all I ever heard out of him. And it's probably more than he thinks I know." "So we're committed to finding a replacement for you," he said, musingly. "Do you know of anything we could use as leverage on that front? I mean, I accepted the deal because it was the heat of the moment and I wanted to get Lizzie home. But maybe, if you know something he valued, we could persuade him to do his own dirty work." "No," Noor said, immediately. Her eyes were wide. "Seriously, don't even think about trying to cross him. I'm not fucking kidding. Just don't. Find some random girl and zap her, take her in, and be done with it. You're not going to gain anything, and you could lose everything." "That's dramatic," Eric observed. "It's fucking true," Noor replied. How bad could Dr. Joseph possibly be? Noor seemed terrified at the prospect of crossing him. He'd seemed pretty bland at the office. But what if that was a disguise? He already seemed pretty unconcerned about how much he changed the lives of his patients, not to mention the people around them. How would that change if Eric actively worked against him, even in such a small way? The teeth and claws would probably come out, and Eric would be lucky to survive. "We'll figure something out in the morning," Eric said. "In the meantime, I'm going to finish dinner. Then we can have some fun with the bimbos." "I'll go ahead and warm them up for you, honey," Noor replied, brightening. "They could use a little more discipline." She gave him a deep kiss on the lips, which he returned. Then, she bounced out into the living room, which was full of squeals and moans from the ongoing orgy. Eric stood in the kitchen, finishing off his plate without any haste. He listened with a smile on his face, as the groans of pleasure became yelps of pain. Noor barked instructions to the bimbos while Eric polished off the last of the rice. He put the dirty plate on the counter and strolled over to the living room. Noor had lined up all eight bimbos, all of them on their knees before him. "Good work," he said to Noor, who was glaring down at the line of bimbos. "Take whichever one you want," he added, gesturing at the assorted selection of bimbos. Noor smiled at him, and paced around behind the nervous bimbos. She walked back and forth for a little bit, then grabbed Lizzie by her long braid and yanked her head back. The bimbo squealed, and rose to her feet with alacrity. The two of them headed for the bedroom, as Noor spoke in a low, husky voice about what she intended to do to Lizzie. As the sound of Noor's voice faded away, Eric found himself regarding seven increasingly perky bimbos. They came in a wide variety of colors, but in shape and size, they were all fairly similar. Calli gave him a tentative smile, and that decided him. When he grabbed the much curvier Vietnamese girl, the other bimbos gave big sighs and turned their eyes to him hopefully, as one. "Yes, you can have fun with each other," he said. "Don't make too much of a racket, or you'll wake the neighbors. And try not to knock down too much stuff." He hoped they'd actually heard his commands. A tugging at his crotch reminded him of who he should be focusing on. Calli had tugged his zipper down, and was in the process of unbuttoning his pants. He grinned and finished the job for her, then propelled his pants to the floor. Shortly thereafter, his underwear followed, and he casually threw away his shirt, just to complete his nakedness. Calli cooed at the sight of his enormous cock, and began caressing it, drawing it closer to her wide-open mouth. Eric leaned back against the living room wall, and gave a contented sigh. All around him, a lesbian bimbo orgy had begun, as Emmy and Kimmy teamed up to smother Chrissie's pussy with affection, and Bambi produced a surprisingly large strap-on from seemingly nowhere, brandishing it menacingly at Lori. "It's good to be the king," Eric said in a low voice. Then he orgasmed, shooting his cum all over Calli's dumb face. Calli just smiled and began licking it off. **Next morning** For someone who'd only slept about four hours last night, Eric was feeling pretty good as he parked his car on campus. He'd woken to a blowjob from Lori a couple of hours before he had to go in to school, and spent a little time frolicking with Maggie, before duty called. In spite of all the pleading from his bimbos, he'd managed to get cleaned up and in the car with plenty of time to spare. Noor had assured him she could keep them in line while he was at school. "They're not going to get anything past me," she'd said, and he knew she meant it. Not that any of the bimbos had the brainpower to outthink Noor. Still, she apparently had some very firm plans for the bimbos, which mostly involved cleaning up after the mess their orgy had made last night. He made it to the Collins Building, which housed his seventh floor office, without incident, which was a bit of a relief. Bimbos were pretty fun to have around, but too many would just be exhausting. If he could make it through today without fucking someone silly, maybe he could find a new bimbo for Dr. Joseph, and get all this over with. Technically, he only had to be at school today for half an hour, to cover his scheduled office hours. But he'd always been a conscientious TA before, which meant giving his students extra time to sort out their shit. He didn't see any reason to change that. It would just make people suspicious. He thought he'd made it into the elevator without incident. In fact, the doors were closing, when a hand thrust itself between the doors, which obligingly reversed their course. Eric's heart sank as that hand's arm followed it in, and, in short order the body to which both were attached. It was none other than Dr. Fan Jiang, aka Professor Jiang, aka Departmental Chair Jiang, aka the Ironclad Bitch, aka Eric's advisor. And he'd promised, the last time he'd had the misfortune to see her, that he would have some results on his thesis for her. He'd had three weeks to come up with something, and, of course, he still had nothing. "Hello, Eric," she said, in her gravelly croak of a voice, as the doors closed (this time, for real). He didn't know how she'd gotten that voice, but it fit her appearance very well. Normally, he might've felt a bit of hesitation about judging a woman over her appearance, but Dr. Jiang had earned every bit of judgment. She always seemed to look like she'd been hit by a car and dragged along the road for a while. Maybe that was a little harsh, but she was always an asshole. All the fucking time. At least he didn't have her for class this semester. Instead, he just had to run his ideas by her so that she could shoot them down. "Are you wearing some kind of... cologne, Eric?" she asked, sniffing the air. Eric felt like killing himself right then and there. He'd wanted to avoid this sort of thing, and here he was, stuck in an elevator, his weird pheromones influencing his least favorite professor. Perhaps he could see it as an experiment. If Dr. Joseph was magical, was his magic strong enough to make Dr. Jiang fuckable? She already looked marginally less intimidating, if only because her face had relaxed out of its usual harder-than-steel expression. That left the small matter of... well, everything else. "I, um, I had never noticed how very, very handsome you are, Eric," she said, rubbing up against his arm. At that very moment, the elevator reached the seventh floor, and it opened. The sight of Dr. Jiang grinding against a grad student nearly caused a nearby student to spill all of her papers. Then she started sniffing the air, and her eyes widened. He probably should've called in sick today. No, definitely. How the fuck was he going to deal with all of these bimbos? "Hey, mister, um, what's happening?" the student asked. Hadn't she been in one of the basic classes he taught last year? Cassandra something-or-other. Eric looked up and down the hall, and, to his great relief, saw no one. "Follow me and I'll show you," he said, and she nodded. At least she was a redhead. He had more than enough blondes and brunettes. Carefully, he walked down the hall, the two enthralled women trailing behind him. Their wide eyes seemed riveted to him, and their nostrils seemed permanently flared out, taking in as much of his scent as they could. His own office was one he shared with three other grad students, so that wouldn't do. But Dr. Jiang could probably help with that. Nervously, he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to seem casual. As if leading along enthralled future bimbos by scent alone was a normal thing. If he couldn't get a fix from Dr. Joseph, it probably would become a normal thing. Deep in his right pocket, Eric's hand brushed up against something cold and metallic. It was much bigger than any of his keys, and he didn't recognize the shape. He pulled it out, and found, to his surprise, that it was the magic thingie Dr. Joseph had given him yesterday. He'd totally forgotten about it until now. As departmental chair, Dr. Jiang had a much larger office than the other professors, as well as an administrative assistant. So it was with some trepidation that he stepped into the anteroom, where the assistant's desk sat empty. The anteroom was too exposed, so he would have to use her inner office. "Oh, hello, Dr. Jiang," said Luisa, the administrative assistant, as she stepped out of the supply closet, carrying a sheaf of papers. She seemed intent on whatever was printed on them, and she hadn't noticed that two other people had come in with Dr. Jiang. But she was bound to look up, eventually. Quicker than he expected, Eric whipped out Dr. Joseph's device and pressed the button on it. Behind him, he heard a strangled gurgling sound, which caused Luisa to look up in alarm. "Dr. Jiang? Wait, what's going on?" she asked. Cursing feverishly in his head, Eric turned the device around and pointed it at Luisa, who had dropped the papers to the floor. As he pressed the button again, she started to open her mouth, and then stopped, giving the same strangled sound. He turned around to see Cassandra standing motionless, staring straight ahead at nothing. "Cassandra," he said, "follow me. Luisa, sit down at the computer and act like you're working. If anyone asks to see Dr. Jiang, tell them that she's busy. And act natural." The Brazilian assistant nodded and obeyed, while Eric and the other two women stepped into Dr. Jiang's office. "Sit down in that chair, don't speak, and don't move," he said to Cassandra as he closed the door behind himself. The redhead did as he ordered, and he turned his attention to Dr. Jiang. "Take off your clothes," Eric said, hoping against hope that there might be a more pleasing form beneath the professor's clothes. As it turned out, her body beneath her clothes was, if possible, worse. It was lumpy in all the wrong places, thin where it could have been plump, and, where she could have displayed flawless light brown skin, a network of crosshatching scars prevailed. What had Dr. Jiang done before she was a professor? He was suddenly curious about her past. With a shake of his head, Eric brought himself back to the present. That was irrelevant. He was going to fuck all of that out of her. It didn't matter what she looked like now. When she became a bimbo, she was going to look like a million bucks. He took Dr. Jiang by the shoulders and bent her over her uncluttered desk. With a surprising amount of reluctance, he pulled down his pants and revealed his erection. Briefly, he hesitated, before plunging it into Dr. Jiang's ass. She bleated in protest, but soon enough, she got into the rhythm of his thrusts. He focused, in his head, on a perfected vision of Dr. Jiang. In his mind, her skin had no blemishes, her breasts were large and proud, and her ass was simply enormous. Her shiny black hair extended, thick and straight, far below that perfect ass. As he held her body in a tight grip, he could practically feel the changes beneath him. Her ass swelled around his dick, parting under his relentless pressure, and bouncing back together as he fell back. When he opened his eyes again, he received the great reward of seeing his fantasy writhing beneath him. Harder and harder he pushed, faster and faster. He felt himself growing closer to climax. Bit by bit, he rose, until he could hold himself in no longer. Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, flowing deep into Dr. Jiang's ass. She moaned in ecstasy and came herself just a second later. Eric drew back a bit, which allowed Dr. Jiang to stand up straight. Well, straighter. She seemed to be a bit shaky on her feet, and she was rubbing her ass with both hands. Her face was lit up with a big, vapid smile, and her eyes sparkled with idiocy. She was a bit of a rush job, but he rather liked the way she'd turned out. He turned his eyes to Cassandra, who was still sitting in the chair. She didn't seem to have moved a bit, and she somehow had her eyes wide open, without blinking. The small part of his brain devoted to pedantry wondered why tears weren't streaming down her face, but there were much more pressing matters, like his erection, which was returning with a vengeance. With a grunt, he lifted Cassandra out of her chair and set her down on the much messier desk. Part of him was vaguely surprised at his own strength. She was fairly tall, for a woman, but not terribly chunky. Still, the old Eric wouldn't have imagined being able to pick up a grown woman and move her around with next to no effort. A smaller part of him was slightly alarmed that Cassandra had not shifted even when he'd set her down. The rest of him didn't much care. He had to get her fucked before he dealt with Luisa, and everything else. There was no time for weird little things. Eric pulled down Cassandra's skirt and panties with a quick, efficient motion. So what if he ripped the panties in half? She wasn't going to need them, pretty soon. He spread her legs, revealing a little red thatch of pubic hair around her already wet pussy. Without further ado, he thrust his dick into her pussy and started pumping. There wasn't much time, so Eric closed his eyes and began envisioning the new Cassandra. He wanted to see if he could do the same thing he'd done with Dr. Jiang. Besides, he also kind of wanted a bimbo who wouldn't constantly yammer about inane bullshit. In his mind's eye, he saw a plump girl with huge, obviously fake breasts. Her skin took on a flat, shiny tone, and her eyes stared ahead blankly. Her red hair was long and lustrous, running down to her big, beautiful ass. Her lips, he envisioned as smooth, ridiculously plump, and permanently half open. He kept imagining her as a life-size obscene Barbie, but with slightly more realistic anatomy. Beneath his hands, he could feel her skin changing. Its texture was much more rubbery, like a blowup doll filled with air. Obviously, she wasn't filled with air, but he could easily imagine squeezing her down into crumpled plastic. He opened his eyes, and found himself looking straight at the image out of his head. His newest bimbo was basically nothing more than a living fuckdoll. Of course, all of the bimbos were like that, but this one was the pinnacle of dumb, passive fuckability. He thought "Cassie" would be a good name for her. "All right, Cassie, get up," he said, and the bimbo-doll obeyed. That just left... "Hee hee!" said Dr. Jiang. She rolled onto her side and tweaked her nipples. Her idiotic smile looked very unprofessorial. "What's your name?" he asked, bending down to look her in the eyes. "Name? Me no have name," the Chinese bimbo said, her eyes wide. "What mean name?" She giggled. "Me so silly. Me so horny. Fucky fucky lots!" "Oh, Christ," he said, rolling his eyes. "Um, how about I make your name 'Fanny'?" She nodded eagerly. "Fanny good name for bimbo, Master!" she said, still using a ridiculously singsongy caricature accent. "How the hell do you know the word 'bimbo', but not your own name?" Eric asked rhetorically. "Me no good at thinky-think," Fanny said, pouting. "Plenty good fucky-fuck!" she added, brightening. "Forget I asked," Eric said, sighing. "Both of you, put your clothes on. Don't worry if it doesn't quite fit. You'll get new stuff soon enough." Cassie and Fanny started squeezing themselves into their much tighter clothes. Ignoring Fanny's high-pitched grunts of frustration, Eric peeked out into the anteroom. Luisa sat at her desk, looking unperturbed. She certainly didn't look like anything untoward was going on in her boss's office. He cautiously opened the door and stuck his head out. "Hi, Eric," said his officemate Kaylee. He hadn't been able to see her in the seat she occupied. Crap, everything seemed to be going wrong today. "Are you done in there with Dr. Jiang?" she asked. God, she was such an adorable woman, with soft brown hair and a smiling, heart-shaped face. He fought the impulse to look back at Fanny, who was struggling into her dowdy, far-too-small suit. Instead, he stepped out into the anteroom, letting the door shut behind him. "Um, yes," he said. "But she said she needs to take a very important call, so it'll be a little while before she can see anyone else." "Oh," Kaylee replied, crestfallen. "See, I really need to talk to her, but I've got class in about half an hour. How long do you think it'll take her?" "I think she said it was going to be a long call," Eric said, grimacing. "I mean, what's so urgent?" "Yeah, I suppose it can wait a little..." she said, trailing off. She looked closer at Eric through her thick glasses. "Have you been working out lately?" she asked. Then she sniffed the air. "Whoa, what's that smell? It's sooooo yummy..." Before she could say anything else, Eric pulled out Dr. Joseph's disk and pointed it at Kaylee. He pressed the button for the third time, and Kaylee made the same strangled sound as Luisa and Cassandra. Of all three, Eric regretted this one the most. Kaylee was a really nice person. Maybe that would translate to her being a really nice bimbo. But it was still a damn shame. "Just come with me, Kaylee, and you'll be perfectly fine," he said, and she nodded, then stood up. At that moment, Fanny burst out of her former office, followed shortly by a much calmer Cassie. In fact, Cassie looked almost robotic in her movements. "Act natural, Cassie," he said, and her gait changed to a smoother stride. "Luisa, come along with me. You'll be just fine where we're going," he said, over his shoulder. She stood and came up behind him, with no expression on her face. He very much hoped that the disk thing would keep her enthralled until they reached Dr. Joseph's place. Or, at the very least, until they reached the car. He carefully stepped out into the hall, surrounded by his women. No one else stirred along the hall, and Eric took that as a cue. He rushed out of the office, trying not to make too much noise, acutely aware of every sound around him, including those caused by the women behind him. Fanny started to say something, but Eric turned and glared at her. She wilted under his gaze, and he put a finger to his lips. She nodded, a big pout on her face. Nothing more disturbed their walk to the elevator, and, once inside, Eric was tempted to heave a huge sigh of relief. Then he remembered that they still had to make it to the car. One gauntlet to run before he could shut all of them in the car, where they could chatter to their hearts' content. The moment the elevator doors opened onto the ground floor, Eric urged his herd of bimbos and future bimbos forward. All he could do was hope the halls would be fairly clear. Confidence would carry him through any obstacles. At least, he hoped it would. As it happened, the halls were clear. There were no offices that opened directly into this part of the floor, it seemed. It was much more like a lobby. And there seemed to be no one else passing through at this time of day. The parking garage was similarly deserted. But Eric wasn't about to relax when he was still this exposed. He chivvied his girls down a few hundred yards of parking spaces, until they reached his car. It was going to be a bit of a squeeze, fitting all of them in, but he was going to do it. Cassie got the middle seat in the back, because it was unlikely she'd complain. He had Kaylee get in on the right-hand side because it would be easier for him to refresh her trance without much fuss. He didn't expect the trip to take that long, but who knew how bad traffic could get? Fanny made a move for the front passenger-side seat, but Eric steered her towards the remaining rear seat. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was a horny bimbo trying to fuck him while he was driving. Luisa was a much better choice to ride shotgun, because she wouldn't be nearly as distracting. With all of the girls settled in, Eric hopped into the driver's seat and started up the car. If he remembered correctly, it wasn't that far to Dr. Joseph's office. It had been twenty minutes or so from home, and home was about twenty minutes from work. Hopefully, it would be about the same distance from work to Dr. Joseph's office. The vagaries of traffic and traffic lights, unfortunately, conspired to trap him in the car with two horny bimbos and two blank girl-shaped mannequins for at least forty minutes. Cassie wasn't nearly as rowdy as Fanny, but both of them seemed to be leaking from their pussies. The smell of their cum stoked his dick to a ridiculous erection, but he gritted his teeth and focused on the road. No time for fucking around, for now. At last, he arrived at Dr. Joseph's office, in its quiet little suburban strip mall. With a big sigh of relief, he parked the car and stepped out. He scanned the parking lot around him. It seemed unusually empty. How come Dr. Joseph's office wasn't crammed full of men and women seeking bimbos? They should've been lining up for miles for the chance to get an appointment. "Everyone out," he said, shutting the driver's side door. Kaylee and Luisa obeyed without much fuss, and Cassie followed suit. But Fanny seemed to be having some problems. "Me stuck," she whined. "How me get out?" She tugged at the seatbelt, then slumped back in her chair, a big pout on her face. Eric sighed and pressed the button on the buckle to release the seatbelt. Fanny giggled and clapped her hands together in delight. "Master so smart!" she said, giggling again. She rose to her feet, her enormous ass jiggling with every movement. "Go on inside," he said, "I need to get something first." Fanny looked around confusedly, but Kaylee and Luisa seemed to know instinctively where he wanted them to go. "In there," he said, pointing at Dr. Joseph's office. "Ohhhh!" Fanny said, and jiggled off, followed closely by Cassie. With the bimbos out of his hair, he popped open the trunk and pulled out a duffel bag. He'd had Noor put it together last night, during a lull in the orgy. Most of it was clothes suitable for bimbos, but there were a few tools inside. Fanny, in particular, needed some work, and these tools would really help. He shouldered the bag, shut the trunk, and locked the car. The bimbos had all disappeared inside Dr. Joseph's office, but he thought he could hear some kind of racket. He hustled across the parking lot, and burst through the door. Fanny was squawking, in her high-pitched bimbo voice, at a much better-dressed woman, who was definitely not a bimbo. Christ, this was just a fucking mess. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Crystal, frantically wringing her hands, apparently unsure of what to do. "Get me Dr. Joseph," he hissed to her, out of the corner of his mouth. She nodded, relief spreading across her face, and pressed a button on her telephone. Fanny was still mouthing off to the unknown woman, while his other girls had quietly taken their seats. Eric crossed the room in two strides, and pulled Fanny down into a chair. "Sit down and shut up," he whispered in her ear, and she obeyed. Her face was pouty and pleading, but she obeyed. "Terribly sorry about that, ma'am," he said to the stranger, who was smoothing her expensive-looking gray suit. She still wore an extremely offended look on her face. "Um, Ellie, you can, like, go on in now," said Crystal, consulting the monitor in front of her. The stranger rolled her eyes, and said, "My name is Elise, damn it." Crystal just nodded, and replied, "Well, you're in room 1, Ellie." The future bimbo rolled her eyes and passed through the door that led deeper into the office. For a few seconds, the waiting room descended into silence. Then Crystal looked up again, and said, "Dr. Joseph will see you now." Her voice seemed much deeper than normal, as she added, "You may take your women with you to his office." Eric blinked. "Um, okay," he said, and waved to his gaggle of women. "Go on through, and behave yourself, Fanny." Cassie and Kaylee went through the office door, with a sulking Fanny trailing after them. But Luisa just stood next to an empty chair, swaying slightly on her feet. "I... I feel weird," she said, blinking and looking around. "Where am I?" "Oh, fuck," Eric muttered, and took Luisa's shoulders. "Careful there, Luisa," he said, in a louder voice. "Don't stand up too quickly. You're at a doctor's office." Technically, that was actually true, he noted to himself. "But... what?" she said tiredly. "Why?" "Have you been feeling a little under the weather lately?" he asked, steering her towards the office door. "You fainted while I was talking to Dr. Jiang. I checked your vitals, and you seemed mostly fine, so she asked me to drive you over here." "Oh..." she moaned, rubbing her head. "I, um, maybe... I just feel really weird right now." Her eyes blinked open. "Where are we... um, going?" "We're going into the doctor's office," Eric replied, guiding her towards the door labelled "DR. JOSEPH'S OFFICE". The difficulty wasn't in how big she was. His bulked-up muscles could easily handle that. It was more about not crushing her with his strength. He needed to be careful to exercise restraint, in the future. With a mental sigh of relief, they reached the door, and Eric pushed it open. He found Kaylee sitting rigidly in a chair, while Fanny knelt behind Dr. Joseph's desk. Cassie also sat rigidly, but she was impossible to mistake for Kaylee, given Cassie's lush bimbo-doll body. "Ahhh, it's so good to see you again, Mr. Desjardins," said Dr. Joseph, who looked very composed for a man in the process of receiving a blowjob. Then again, he probably had a lot of practice. "And so soon," he noted. "I brought you what you asked for," Eric said, pulling Luisa into the room. Dr. Joseph nodded. "So you have, so you have. Brazilian, eh? Never got around to those parts. A fine choice, young man." "Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to take my girls and go home," Eric said, putting a possessive hand on Kaylee's shoulder. Dr. Joseph nodded, and said, "Of course, once I finish heeeere..." He trailed off, and shuddered a bit. Had that been an orgasm? A few seconds later, Fanny's head poked above the desk. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were alight with excitement. "Fanny sucky-suck much good!" she burbled. "Me sucky-suck, Master?" "Not right now," Eric replied, propelling Luisa forward towards the desk. She still looked bewildered, but one snap of Dr. Joseph's fingers fixed that. A blank look settled across her face, and she stepped over to stand next to a file cabinet. "If you feel the need to fuck this new one," Dr. Joseph said, pointing to the equally blank-faced Kaylee, "I'll let you borrow a room. Unless you'd like to take your chances on the road?" He tossed a silver disc, very much like the one he'd given Eric, in the air and caught it. Eric stuck his hands in his pockets and rummaged through them, finding only his keys and his smartphone. Dr. Joseph smiled at him. "Just tying up loose ends," he said, tossing the disc into a drawer in his desk. "It's only got one charge left, anyway. You'd hardly get any use out of it." "I've just got a few questions, Doctor," Eric said, leaning forward, over Cassie's brilliantly red hair. "Why me? And how? How do you do all this? Am I ever going to be able to go anywhere without random women wanting to fuck me? How come no one's noticed any of this?" "Number 1, because I can," Dr. Joseph said, a smug look on his face. "Numbers 2 and 3, also because I can. As for number 4, yes, the effect will wear off. Society would collapse if I turned every woman into a sex-obsessed bimbo. And we couldn't have that." He stood and walked over to the motionless Luisa and stroked her black hair. "If I wanted to take over the world, I would've done so long before now, when there were fewer people to take over. This is much more enjoyable. I get all the rewards and none of the responsibilities of ruling the world. "And question number 5... well," Dr. Joseph grinned. "I'd like to keep a few secrets for myself. But you simply don't need to worry about getting caught. Just accept the fact that most people are less observant than they think they are, and go about your life. "Anyway, I believe you have another girl to handle," Dr. Joseph finished, casting a look at Kaylee. She didn't seem to have moved, but Eric suddenly became acutely aware of the time limit on her passivity. Let's see, he'd zapped her right after coming out of Fanny's old office, and he'd zapped Luisa right before he went in. How long had he been in the office? "You can use the next room over," Dr. Joseph said, interrupting Eric's train of thought. He pointed to his left. "I keep it for on-the-job entertainment purposes. Take however long you like." "Oh," Eric said lamely. He waved at Fanny, and she stood up from where she'd been squatting. Cum ran down both legs, and her tattered clothes barely covered a single inch of her skin. He felt aroused at the sight of his bitchy advisor transformed into a bombshell bimbo, even as a tiny voice inside pointed out all the terrible things he was doing. With a sigh, he pushed the duffel bag strap onto his shoulder and said, "Alright, Fanny, Cassie, Kaylee. Let's go." Cassie and Kaylee stood without any comments, but Fanny whined a bit. Eric shot her a withering glare, and she shut up. He really wasn't in the mood for their bullshit. As he turned to leave the room, something occurred to Eric. He turned back and said, "One last thing. If Noor is actually from late 18th-century Egypt, how did you even meet her? Wouldn't she have been shut up in a harem?" Dr. Joseph quirked an eyebrow. "Who said she was a she back then?" he replied. "I don't take kindly to people who cross me, Mr. Desjardins. Not in the slightest." "Oh," Eric said again. That made enough sense to be true. If he could transform women like this, who was to say that he couldn't turn a man into a woman? But the thought of that actually happening was... ick. "Well, I'll handle my business and get out of your hair," he said, trying to pretend that he hadn't been thinking what he'd been thinking. "Thanks for everything, I guess." "You're quite welcome, young man," Dr. Joseph replied, as Luisa began undressing herself robotically. "Go out and enjoy yourself, while you're still young." Eric tried not to look relieved as he finally left the office and walked over to the other room. Fanny was already bouncing around impatiently, eager to get about the business of fucking. Cassie looked as impassive as usual. "Wait your turn, Fanny," he said sternly, trying to get back into the proper mindset for fucking bimbos. "I need to get your new sister Kaylee fixed up, and then I'll deal with you." He cast a careful eye towards Kaylee and discovered too many worrying signs of independent thought. She almost looked like she was becoming conscious of where she was. Fanny pouted, but she drew back, giving Eric the space to set down the duffel bag. "Look," he said, opening the bag. "While I'm fucking Kaylee's brains out, you can play with this." He took out a ridiculously long and wide dildo and tossed it to Fanny. "You can use it on yourself, or on Cassie if you like. Just don't interrupt me." He ignored Fanny's enthusiastic nodding, and turned back to Kaylee. A muscle in her cheek, right below her right eye, seemed to have started twitching while he was dealing with Fanny. Her eyes showed some actual signs of intelligence, and her hands were trembling violently. "Shh, shh, Kaylee," he said, beginning to unbutton her top. "In just a little bit, you won't have to worry about a thing. Just relax, honey, and let Eric take care of you." She whimpered slightly, and Eric moved in closer. "You smell me?" he whispered into her left ear. "Do you smell that wonderful scent? That's me, Kaylee. I'll bet you want to fuck me right now, Kaylee. All you have to do right now is take in that scent and listen to what I say. Just do what I want, and you'll get to fuck me." Sweat began to form on Kaylee's forehead, and she whimpered again. With her top unbuttoned and hanging open loosely, Eric moved down, to her pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them with alacrity. Whatever that disc had done to her, it seemed to be breaking down now. It was very important that he fuck her before she realized what was going on. Her panties were fragile enough that Eric could rip them apart, and that was just what he did. No time for finesse or politeness. Kaylee's cunt lay before him, already dripping wet. Excellent. That meant he wouldn't be going in dry. Without further ado, then, Eric grabbed Kaylee's shoulders and thrust his dick into her cunt. He shut his eyes, ignoring her gasps of pain and pleasure, and started visualizing his ideal bimboized Kaylee. Perhaps it was just the association he'd made between her and school, but Eric pictured Kaylee as a bimbo schoolgirl. Her lovely brown hair, long and soft, would be perfect for two huge pigtails, one on each side of her head. Huge boobs, obviously. She could keep her glasses, because that would fit the look he was going for. There was definitely a sexy schoolgirl outfit in the duffel bag that would totally fit her. He orgasmed and shot a string of semen into her cunt with very little ceremony. There was a brief squeal, and Eric opened his eyes. Kaylee looked exactly as he'd envisioned her, except for the clothes. And that would be easy to fix. There was a quiet squelch as Eric pulled his dick out of Kaylee's soaking wet cunt. "Wheeee!" she chirped, her eyes wide. "That was soooo fun, Mister Eric! Can I stay after school every day for extra tutoring?" Eric gave a quick smile, flashing it on and off in the blink of an eye. "We'll see about that, Kaylee. For now, why don't you get dressed so we can get going?" She nodded, so he fished around in the duffel bag, and came up with the sexy uniform. Fanny was desperately fucking herself with the dildo, in a corner of the room, her last shreds of clothing falling to the ground like leaves in fall. Cassie just stood next to an old desk, saying and doing nothing. He tossed Cassie a random top and bottom and said, "Put these on so we can go." She squirmed out of her torn-up old clothes, and squeezed herself into the black latex top and neon pink microskirt that he'd given her. Taken as a whole, Cassie looked like a redheaded Barbie, if Barbie were a complete slut. "Come on, come on," he said, gesturing impatiently. "We don't have all day for you to put your clothes on, Fanny." She looked up from her dildo, which she was now licking dry, and pouted at Eric. "But Maaaster!" she said. "Me fuck much, no want go!" "Get a fucking top and a bottom on right the fuck now," Eric said. His eyes flashed with anger, and his voice demanded obedience. "Fanny much sorry, Master," the Chinese bimbo whimpered. "Fanny obey much quickly." She slunk over to the duffel bag and grabbed an outfit. By chance, she managed to pick out two halves of the same outfit, a pink, flower-covered vinyl tube top and microskirt. Now that all the bimbos in the room were dressed, however scantily, they were all ready to go. Eric zipped up the duffel bag and handed it to Fanny, who still wore a big pout on her face. Then, without a word, he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, expecting his bimbos to follow him. Which, of course, they did. They passed Crystal on the way out, and she said something about check-ups, but Eric was done with Dr. Joseph's place. He'd find a different dentist, even if he had to drive miles out of his way. He almost wished he'd stayed clear in the first place, except that that would've meant so many fewer bimbos in his life. Eric took the driver's seat again, since he didn't trust any of these bimbos to drive. Bambi might be a pretty decent chauffeur, but Fanny was too excitable, Cassie was practically a robot, and Kaylee might have the body of a slutty twenty-something, but she didn't have enough brains to fill a teaspoon. So it was up to him to get the four of them home safely. "Cassie and Kaylee, you can sit in the back seat. Feel free to fuck each other all you want," he said. "Fanny, you'll sit in the front passenger seat, and I want your hands on the dashboard at all times." Fanny pouted again, but she obeyed, after tossing the duffel bag into the trunk. She was quite enthusiastic about being a bimbo, but she definitely needed some discipline, if Eric was going to get any use out of her. The drive home was uneventful. Cassie and Kaylee brought each other to orgasm several times, while Fanny pouted up front, her hands resolutely separated from her cunt. There might've been a few people who honked at the four of them, or the occasional goggle-eyed stare, but at least no one crashed. Although one unfortunate jogger did run into a telephone pole while gaping at the bimbos inside the car. At last, they reached home, and Cassie and Kaylee popped out of the backseat, their inner thighs dripping with cum. That seat was going to require a lot of cleaning, if this pattern kept up. Fanny followed sullenly in Eric's wake, still pouting. "Oh, just fucking stop it," he muttered over his shoulder. "I'm not going to keep you from ever having sex again." Her face brightened, and she skipped ahead of him, and into the house. Eric shut the garage door and followed, smiling ruefully. As he expected, the moment he set foot in the house, he found himself in the middle of an orgy, centered on Noor, who was energetically ramming a strap-on into Chrissie's ass. The other bimbos were fucking each other all over the place, and the new girls had already joined in without delay. Fanny had her face firmly planted in Calli's pussy, and Kaylee was double-teaming Lori along with Cassie. The redhead had stuffed a huge dildo up the blond's pussy, while Cassie teased Lori's nipples. "Oh... heh... hey, there, hooph... stud!" Noor said, panting with exertion. "Just couldn't wait... ugh... until you got home." Eric just shook his head and smiled. He could leave the orgy for later. With all these bimbos moving in, he needed to find a new house. Bambi's money would cover a pretty large house, in a quiet enough neighborhood. If he could, he wanted to try for a large plot of land, so that he and his bimbos could have their orgies in a more private setting. He was just about to duck into his bedroom and close the door for privacy, when the doorbell rang. Most of the bimbos were absorbed in the orgy, but Kimmy was distracted enough to look up. Eric ducked into the foyer and opened the door, before any of the bimbos got a not-so-bright idea in their dim little heads. A few seconds later, he opened the door, and found himself face to face with two smiling blond women. One was obviously older than the other, and they looked sufficiently alike that the younger one must've been the daughter of the older one. They wore dowdy flower-print dresses, and each carried a very thick copy of the Bible. "Good afternoon, sir," said the older one. "We're from the New Apostolic Church of Christ (Reformed), and we just wanted to ask you if you've heard the Good News of Our Lord And Savior, Jesus Christ?" The younger one nodded eagerly with her mother. "I'm sorry, I'm not terribly interested right now," Eric said, hoping they couldn't see what was happening in all the other parts of the house. "Well, could we just leave some literature?" the older one said. "It has the number for a prayer hotline, where a member of the New Apostolic Church of Christ (Reformed) can help you pray for forgiveness. As the prophet Isaiah says, 'Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.'" Eric was about to say something uncomplimentary about the historical accuracy of the Bible, when the daughter sniffed the air. "What's that lovely smell?" she said.

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Title: Learning Lessons Pt. 3 by Lithier Tags: Anal, Breathplay, Domination/Submission, Hermaphrodite, Highschool, Lith, M/Herm, Oral, Petre, Shame, Training Warmth, pulsing and slowly growing slick with juices. Sluggish dreams dragged through the feline's exhausted mind, but that moisture, hot and pervasive, pulled him from his slumber. His cheeks were spread wide around something thick and pulsing steadily with life. Down, between his thighs, the very tip nestled firmly against the back of his sack, drooling juices into his fur. He was a mess already. A soft breath of a mewl scraped from his throat, and the kitty gave a little wiggle against that slow-throbbing rod. Deep, even breaths pushed against his back, slowly squishing breasts to his hide. One blue eye cracked open just a hint, and the kitty huffed. A paw slid down, searching its way through the bedding to finally take hold of that slumbering beast. Scooting forward a little, the feline pulled it up with a pout, dragging the tip up between his cheeks until it was drooling against the proper spot. He trembled slightly, but he managed to wiggle his hips, his cheeks rubbing and dragging over the thick cockhead pinned to his tight spot. The dragoness' breathing deepened slightly, but she did nothing. Biting his lip, the kitty leaned back, slowly pushing against that point. A soft mewl broke from him nonetheless as his hole opened around that creature, and he gave firm wiggles of his hips, working it inside as he held the shaft tight. His fur bristled and tingled all over his arms by the time he pulled the head inside, but he firmly pushed back all the same, panting softly. Black-furred legs kicked at the bed and pulled him backwards until his cheeks pushed firm to those smooth hips. Lith let a deep breath of relief go, collapsing a moment as his own shaft tented the blanket draped over him. A deep draw of air pushed against his back, and a hand slowly clasped on his hip. Lith mewled quietly, and a hint of a giggle rung in his ear as that shaft dragged out. The bed lurched slightly as a cry broke from the young kitty, and soon it was clacking firmly against the wall. The first gentle glow of day was only beginning to caress the windows, but already, the room was growing warm and humid. Covers fell off the bed as the bed's headboard cracked rhythmically, not quite drowning out the soft medley of moans and purrs. By the time Melody thought to check the clock, the kitty laid out on his belly and gasping at the foot of the bed, it was already into first period. "Wh-whaat?!" Suddenly, the seemingly depleted feline was on his feet, scrambling to find his clothes. He'd never been late to school before! The look on his face when he found his pants in a heap, smothered in dried juices, had Melody cracking up and wrapping her arms around him. A bright blue baby tee and low rider jeans were good enough for covering, though they would be a bit large-- Melody wasn't that big, but she still outmeasured the feline. In just about every way, in fact. Underwear was a problem, though. Lith held up a pair of panties gingerly, looking at them with a sullen pout. Apparently, he didn't think that it helped that they were already stretched out to be plenty roomy in the front. She offered to go find a pair of her father's boxers, but the kitty's ears drew flat against his head at the thought. He spent several moments wiggling naked in the middle of the dragoness' room, until she thought she might have to keep him for a few more periods-- before he finally hitched up a leg, blushing brightly as he slid into the secondhand pair. Musical giggles wandered in the background as he cinched them up. A little too roomy in the front, in fact-- and the back was already getting damp and gooey. He'd tried cleaning up quickly, but there was still more coming out of him. A lost cause, and they were growing later with every moment. Another moment, and finally, they were on their way. Lith pouted at the glove compartment. He didn't have his books or anything... It was lucky the dragoness had access to a car, and apparently knew how to drive quite well. He might have wondered at it, but it seemed as though her parents were quite wealthy. But then, most of his classmates were. Pendleton was considered a fairly prestigious high school-- though among the upper leagues of private schools, it was seen more as "somewhere nice" to send children from whom the rich did not expect much. It was the finest and closest school Lith could get a scholarship for, though. And from the front gate, it certainly looked like a nice place. A massive garden stretched from the outer walls to the sprawling main building. The entry path was lined with naked cherubim, and split around a great fountain just short of the main entrance. In the entry hall, Melody paused only to squeeze Lith's rear with a little smile before striding off down a side hallway. And suddenly, Lith was alone. With himself. The way that he'd acted... Lith padded to class with a worried frown, staring at the tiles sliding under his feet. The things he'd done... the things he'd let her do to him. He'd never even kissed a girl before. He'd never... done it. But she'd pushed him down and put that thing inside him... and it had felt so good... He blushed softly, adjusting his pants. Panties felt very strange. But... did this mean... he wasn't a virgin anymore? He hadn't even put it in anyone. He'd just come and come and come all over himself, and the furniture, and his clothes... How could he have liked all that? How could that warmth and pulsing in his mouth feel so... "Hey, kid? Kid!" Something imposed on the floor before him a moment before he bumped into it. Lith yelped, jumping back a few steps. A brown-furred canine frowned down at him, one brow cocked. "You're not going anywhere in a hurry, are ya?" He folded his arms. "First period is almost over. You aren't--?" "I'm late!" The feline cried out, suddenly desperate, and rushed past the man. It hadn't occurred to him until he had apologized his way to his seat that that might have been the hall monitor. Mewling softly to himself, the feline scrubbed his paws over his face-- and paused. A soft whispering had been floating amongst the students since he'd come in, now that he thought of it. The teacher was carrying on with her lecture, but there were still murmurs around him. The feline straightened to peek over his fingers. His classmates were glancing at him. Nobody stared, but it was obvious-- people were talking about him. His ears perked to points, his cheeks growing warm. He knew he'd never been late before, but it wasn't like it was all that rare for someone to be tardy... A boy behind him burst into a dark chuckle at a friend's murmurs, and the teacher snapped at him. Class seemed to drag by, but finally, the bell rang. Lith had hardly gotten away from his desk before a call stopped him. "Lith! Hey, hold up." It was a ferret, wearing a smile that seemed rather... insincere. They'd had a few classes together, he was pretty sure he was named Alex. "Lith. You've heard these rumors going around, right?" The ferret glanced around. People were still watching, though most were slowly milling toward the door. "It's not true, is it?" He chuckled. "You and Melody?" The feline blinked, and blushed brightly. "W-what? What rumor?" His eyes darted around to the others, wide with creeping terror. They couldn't know. They couldn't! Alex cracked up, as did the boys at his shoulder. "Shit, I can't believe people are even spreading this. Yeah, I didn't think so. Well, just steer clear of her, huh? Someone's started a rumor that you two are dating. Who knows what she'd do to you if she thought you started it!" He cackled as he turned away. "Man. Can you imagine, those two? Seeya, man." The class emptied with a fresh ripple of murmurs. Lith was left to stand there, halfway between shocked and relieved. With a little sprinkle of insulted on top. Was it really THAT hard to believe? A sullen pout accompanied him out into the hallway. The rumor still seemed to be at large, though-- people chittered and pointed in the halls all the way to his next class. When he turned the last corner, his breath caught-- he realized a moment too late that he shared his next class with a certain black dragoness. She stood leaning against the lockers to one side of the door, eyes casting about slowly. She smiled broadly when she spotted him, and opened her arms. Lith blinked, and glanced around a moment, as if someone else could possibly be the intended target of her gesture. He stepped closer, very aware of the many eyes now following him. When he drew within arm's length, the dragoness scooped him up, the two twirling slightly as she took his lips in a deep kiss. Gasps filled the hallway, kicked up like a flock of birds around them. Her tongue shoved into his mouth, seizing the feline's and wrapping around it, dragging across it. Something warm was pushing against his lower belly. And suddenly, the kiss broke. Melody smiled sweetly, holding the panting, disheveled kitty's paw and leading him into the room. Open, noisy gossiping filled the hallway as soon as they were through the door. That class, Lith didn't learn a single thing. He couldn't even hear the teacher. The class was almost silent, but he could feel the eyes. People wondering how some skinny little nerd had scored the intimidatingly beautiful, untouchable dragoness that maintained an almost legendary status among the horny and shameless ranks of the Pendleton senior class. But more than any others, he felt two eyes on his back-- hers. She sat right behind him, one knee just touching his rear. He stared at his desk, trying to fight back the heat in his cheeks. Thankfully, Melody had different classes for third and fourth periods. The rumors had solidified, however. People were starting to approach him in the hallway. Some guys slapped him on the back and joked. Some were a little more serious, leaving the kitty quaking. A few girls even seemed to flirt with him, though he wasn't sure what they actually wanted. By the time lunch period rolled around, the feline was exhausted. He didn't know what he'd done, but he seemed to have been dragged into some kind of social typhoon. He usually had lunch with Lacey, but today, he was trying to think of somewhere he could eat and hide from everyone for an hour just to get a little peace and quiet. Melody had similar plans. Her smile brought the feline to a stop in the door of his classroom, his stomach tying in a knot. Downstairs. Out a side door. Down a side path. Behind the bushes, on his knees. Leaning back against the side of the school, she pulled him close. Her skirt flipped up, and draped over the mewling kitty's head. A familiar warmth pushed to his face, spongy soft but broad and warm nonetheless. The gentle musk of her filled him, trapped here under her skirt. His lips caressed over sheer cloth, kissing through her panties at the creature underneath. He could feel it pulse slowly in response. Paws slid up the dragoness' legs to steal her panties away. By the time the fabric peeled back, that sausage was heavy and hardening, and it swung to smack into his face, free from its little prison tucked between her legs. He mewed submissively and licked at the beast as though to appease it, paws closing around it as it steadily hardened against tongue and lip and finger. He could feel it filling with life, and familiar hungers stirred inside him. He couldn't understand any of it, but even as he quaked with regret for the strange turn his life had taken, even as he wished for the old days when nobody whispered about him or put things in him or even noticed him... even as he quietly resented Melody, he could not deny the way his blood pumped when he felt the warmth of that mysterious, massive manhood. He could not ignore the way he drooled and his tongue played across his lip when he smelled her dried juices. And when she drooled on his tongue, that hot flesh pushing his lips open, he could not pretend his pants were not tented. Whatever was happening to him, he felt alive. He hungered for her, and his simple life seemed drab and meaningless in the shadow of this immense cock and all that it could do to him. His eyes watered as he pushed her to the back of his throat, gagging painfully each time. A soft giggle played on the breeze, and a hand landed on his head. Ah, that's right, he thought. Just like that. His body jerked once as his throat strained open, and his neck filled with that reassuring warmth. Her purrs tickled his ears, making them flick against the skirt draped over them. Laughter, however, snapped his eyes wide. He couldn't see, of course-- he was all alone in the dark with the beast sliding into his throat. But outside, unfamiliar voices were approaching. He tensed and shifted to pull back-- but that hand didn't budge. Girls, chattering, drew closer and closer. How they'd look right now... he imagined it-- Melody, legs spread, wearing one of her little smiles. Lith, half-kneeling, half-sitting on the ground with his dick out, his head stuffed under the dragoness' skirt. God, how the rumors would-- "That's it, baby, right there! Ohhh...! Fuck, your tongue is the best!" Her voice was high, rolling out of her in a blatant moan. He stared wide-eyed at nothing. The voices stopped. There was a soft rustling. And... the whispering. Her hips ground in as she hilted against his face, fingers curling tight in his hair. "Ahh, ahhhh, not so hard! That's it... oh, babe... I'm gonna make something out of you!" She throbbed fat against his tongue, and every time she twitched in his throat, he swallowed instinctively. Her balls felt hot against his chin-- he was slowly sweltering in her warmth. The whispers grew, and finally slipped away. Melody giggled to herself as her other hand landed on the feline's head, and she drew to start pumping properly into the fuckhole Lith preferred to call a mouth. Lith slumped, letting her hold his head in place as he focused on not gagging. His hanging paws found their way to the twitching shaft between his legs. "Don't get any on me, love, I don't have a change of clothes..." He ended up shooting off twice into the dirt before she finished pumping away into his belly. Finally, Lith stumbled his way into the cafeteria. At this point, he just wanted to see a friendly face. One that wasn't... hungry. "And here I thought you wouldn't show up!" Lacey folded her arms. A curvy chocolate lab, she was easily double Lith's size. "Are you going to get something? The cafeteria's gonna stop serving soon." Lith set down with a wry smile. His belly was slightly swollen. "I... already ate..." The canine blinked, brows rising, and she leaned closer. "Oh... already had lunch with your new girlfriend, huh?" Giving a start, Lith stuttered a moment. Girlfriend?... That word didn't seem to really... fit. The relation she was developing with him had nothing in common with any girlfriend he'd ever heard of... boyfriend, maybe. But he could never say that! Besides how immensely embarrassing it'd be, he could tell Melody had no intention of letting that certain little secret loose... Though in his most bitter moments he wondered why he shouldn't just tell. Why he should keep her secret... but... if she was found out... if she left the school, then... He shook his head. "Um... I dunno about... g-'girlfriend...'" Lacey tilted her head. "Huh? She's already been telling people on facebook about you two. The whole school knows, silly." She smiled teasingly. "I heard you've even been spotted making out in the halls. You're learning new tricks quick, Lith." The feline swallowed slowly. "Yeah... I guess she is my girlfriend..." The words sounded odd in his mouth. They sounded like a lie. One that he was going to be telling a lot, he supposed. Kissing wasn't the problem... New rumors swirled among the students, and Lith couldn't see why everyone thought it was appropriate to keep staring. It didn't help that Melody seemed to delight in stirring them up and getting them in close calls. She'd pull him into a janitor's closet and fuck him against the door, only to emerge just as the halls were packed with students on the way to classes, leaving the kitty standing in the doorway pulling up his pants as the smell of sex poured out around him. Every time they happened to pass in the hall, she'd seize him up in a deep kiss, giving his rear a double-handed squeeze. Even the teachers were giving him funny looks, mostly frowns. Lith kept his head down. One day, just before the last period, a hyena shoved him against a locker. Smiling bitterly, he wanted to know why, and how, and he wasn't letting Lith off with a stuttering apology. Like magic, she was there. Smiling brightly. The next day, there was still a dent in the locker. The hyena changed schools. The scary guys started looking away when they saw him in the halls. Some nights, Lith managed to sleep alone. He lived in a little building for students from out of town, within walking distance of the school. It was boys only-- so sometimes she had a little trouble sneaking in. About half the time, she took him back to her place. Her parents were really important people, and traveled a great deal. The house was practically hers. Lith was always scared, though, that one day she'd have him sprawled out on the carpet on his belly holding his cheeks open when the door would slam open. There, some eight-foot black dragon, wings and all, would fume forth terrible gouts of smoke from his nostrils and slowly squeeze through the doorway to fill the room, growing larger and larger as he loomed over the skewered feline. That was about when he'd usually jerk awake, and realize Melody was just breathing on his head again. And usually grinding on him. It was a stretch every time. If she jumped him twice in a row --like if he took too long putting his clothes back on, or if he rubbed himself back there where she could see, or any time he let her shower with him after-- then it could slide in relatively easily the second time. Or third, or whatever. But if he had even a few hours to recover, she had to work it in, pulling at his hips as he whimpered and bit his lip. Eventually, though, he decided he preferred it to trying to swallow her. He couldn't pretend he didn't love the taste of her. Stretching his lips around one heavy orb at a time, laying moist kisses up her cumvein, dragging his tongue along the fat ridge of her crown, feathering over that cumslit and letting it drool on his taste buds, teasing his teeth delicately over the swell of her head, dragging his lips over every hard, veined inch, he all too easily fell into a trance when he drew near enough to taste her exquisite sausage. But when it pushed deeper... his stomach would heave up into his throat, his eyes would water... his entire body would seize up. She could shove past his resistance and force him to accept her in his throat, but... he couldn't do it on his own. And even when she used brute force, he couldn't suppress the quakes and nausea. This... was a new kind of shame for him. One Friday evening, his belly freshly bloated with cream, Lith pouted softly as he crawled up onto the couch again, his eyes downcast. Giving a small frown, Melody pulled him into her arms. "What's wrong, hun?" The feline perked his ears, looking up with a hint of flush in his cheeks. A moment, and he shook his head, looking away. She gave his rear a squeeze with a smirk, earning a meep from the kitty. "You're usually purring and half-asleep by now. What's on your mind?" Lith worked his lips a moment, eyes darting about as he wiggled. They did a lot of things, but they didn't... talk about them much. "I... I have a lot of trouble... swallowing..." his eyes finally flicked up to meet hers. The sentence could have ended there, but he forced out the word, "...you." His gaze flitted away again. "Have tried a lot, but it's still so..." He shook his head, his ears drawing low. The dragoness smiled slowly. "So... you want to get better at deepthroating your girlfriend, huh?" The kitty's eyes widened, a bright flush quickly spreading in his cheeks, and he wiggled and glanced around before giving a flustered little nod. She giggled and squeezed him close to her. "Alright. Tomorrow, we'll see if we can't fix that. We can let your throat rest until then... it'll need to be in top shape." She petted firmly down the kitty's back. "In the meantime, I guess that means..." A finger slipped down between Lith's cheeks and firmly hooked inside him as he gave a shocked squeak. The next day, Lith was scooching along the dragoness' bed on his back. "Like this?" He slid to let his head hang over the side of the bed, the world falling in upside down before him. A softly smirking dragoness slowly filled his vision, her heavy-hanging shaft rearing up foremost. "That's right... now, open up, cutey." His cheeks heated softly, but his lips parted in welcome, and found a thick head promptly nestling between them. "For now, just relax..." He exhaled slowly, his tongue sliding up to greet its friend and lover. Her taste was more than familiar to him by now-- he could pick up traces of her smell after she was long gone, perking his ears and tightening his pants when he walked into his math class or turned a corner in the hall. Her scent was something special-- too gentle for a man's musk, too spicy for the aura of a girl. It was no perfume or cologne, but he could have believed it was if he hadn't tasted her essence. When her pre kissed to his tongue, it was her very presence leaving a stamp on him. In that moment, he always tangibly felt himself becoming something more than himself, and something less than her. "Awake down there, love? I know I said to relax, but--" drawing a sudden breath, the kitty leaned up, wrapping his lips around that thick shaft and giving a gentle pull, tongue dragging at the brunt of her head. "Ah!" She chuckled softly. "There you are..." His tongue lathered slowly over her, exploring this little peculiarity. He hadn't played with her tool like this much at all before-- she wasn't one for reciprocation, so he was often curled up between her legs. Like this, his tongue played easily over her brunt and that broad, fat crown, able to tease along that very ridge that always dragged at his insides. Just a hint over the ledge, and he could scintillate that tender hindflesh, the back of her crown, where so little reached, yet so much could be felt. There, his tongue dragged slowly, and he could feel the pleasure spike and simmer within her as her body quivered subtly, her breath catching and squeezing out in a sigh. And her underside, the weak point where cumvein folded into broad, smooth flesh, where she was so often tickled with a devious tongue... here, he could ever so lightly feather his teeth across that sensitive surface. A subtle drag, just a shifting of that taut hide by a fraction of an inch under a few ivory massagers, and she breathed out something that just might have qualified as a whimper. His eyes blurred slowly, hooded and barely registering the winding length of fat, steadily hardening shaft suspended between his clinging lips and her slow-twitching sack. He could only just register a subtle swell in her cumvein as pre pushed forth to coat his tongue and teeth, to ready his muzzle for its true purpose. His eyes focused dimly on those orbs, heavy and black, warm and sinister, full of promise and greed. His tongue pushed forward wide and welcoming, dragging luxuriously over the brunt of that dragon dick. He wanted her to take his mouth. Dimly, he wanted her to push him further than he could handle. Somewhere, below, a pink shaft was rising to attention. A soft giggle tickled his ears. "That's it..." Slowly, that shaft pushed forward, pushing his tongue aside to burrow into his muzzle. The force behind her hips was something heavy and unstoppable. He supposed that if he tried to sit up now, he wouldn't be able-- he was already pinned under the weight of that cock and of the load simmering in her balls. An echo of a tremor fell through his muscles as his body stretched slowly and settled, feeling... ready. His muzzle was very full, and breathing was difficult, but this much, he had all felt before. Out of necessity, the feline was learning to live without air-- or rather, to make a little air go a long, long way. Now, his nose flared as he drew what would likely be his last few breaths for some time. Every breath made that broad head nestled to the roof of his mouth throb and fatten-- the cool air of his breath was tickling her very tip. Hands slowly spread on his chest, rubbing softly. "Ready?" Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, even in the sacred silence that had draped over them. She did not wait for an answer, but gave a smooth, slow push. Lith's eyes slipped shut. He felt the smooth, broad slopes push into the embrace of his muscled opening, and he felt the pressure build steadily, his flesh giving way. Any other time she had forced it into him, it had been over in almost a flash. Now, he felt everything, so slow, so detached from the sudden and the hungry, that he could swear time itself was running out of energy, and he could wait and wait just for his own heart to hit its next beat. He felt himself stretch, and stretch, and the first pangs of pain as fibers drew tight and protested. The gag, his cruel and jealous nemesis, had been welling up viciously since the beginning, and it took more and more of his will to fight it. He couldn't gag. Not now. There was nothing to reject here. Even as his own rough and imperfect throat muscles drew tight in a dozen spots around her, he could feel the perfect smoothness of the dragoness, unrelenting, unstoppable, impeccable and dignified. He wanted that feeling-- when her crown dragged against parts of him that he had never felt before. When her warmth consumed him. He wanted this creature, more than any petty food or water. Nothing here was alien or dangerous. Nothing to reject. There was nothing to reject in his throat. Something flexed-- and the pressure lightened. Shock washed through him, cold and vivifying. He was opening up to her. He was the flower to her sun. The very last of the crown pushed through, and thick, gently textured flesh slid smoothly inch by throbbing inch into his throat. He would have groaned out if his windpipe wasn't crushed. As it was, a tension the kitty hadn't yet realized in his every muscle slowly melted away, and hot, quickly chilling pre leaked down his own shaft. He had accepted her. He had opened to her. No gag, no nausea. If anything, his throat felt-- surreal, and wonderful. Like a grievous injury finally, suddenly cured, he felt liberated of some terrible yoke. More, he pleaded to the balls slowly descending toward him. Please, more. A coo melted into a soft moan over him, the dragoness' hands rubbing firmly over his chest, massaging the soft muscle. The last few inches came in a rush, hips hungrily grinding in and slapping those heavy orbs to his face. Eyes closed, he accepted the press of that hot, tight-packed pouch like a warm embrace, like the tender hug of a proud friend and lover. And when they pulled away, the briskness of the motion said, "now, let's get to business!" With an eager smile. He felt the thrust in his throat, the head dragging audibly across the subtle ridges of his insides, the sensation punctuated with the crush of the dragoness' crotch to his face, her hips grinding to rock him down the bed a hint. Her hands slowly spread on his belly, and he tilted his head back a hint. She was adjusting her posture. No longer was she spoon-feeding him her cock-- she was mounting a fuckhole. He was ready. The slam of hips to his face scattered what little he could manage in the way of thoughts, and as she drove into his throat with growing lust, the blasts blended into a constant, euphoric state of oblivion to all mental process. He could only feel-- the fat, sloppy bounces of balls against his face, smothering his nose and even kissing to his eyes. The whisper of scales mashing against his fur and the bed with the growing force of her humping. His fur, knitting and curling back as he was shoved down the bed subtly. His neck, at once taking the brunt of the force and compressing while her shaft propped it wide open, supporting him firmly with the superior strength of her furiously throbbing rod. His mouth, dragging at that shaft as it pulled free slick and steaming in the bare instant before it drove in again, his lips always clinging jealously to that fat ebony. His stomach, heaving strangely as this monster displaced so much space inside him, his body pressurizing and plummeting into vacuum over and over. Those hands, slowly tightening into his hide, claws claiming ten little points. His cathood, waving with the blows, throbbing urgently as he instinctually tried to hold back. The bed, scraping softly at the floor as it budged a quarter inch or so at a time under the rutting of a dragoness that was beginning to grow excited. He had been mounted like this from behind before-- he didn't know how many times she'd stuffed his tailhole by now. The initial shock of stretching around her would melt into the shameful euphoria of losing all control of his body under her powerful arms and the driving blows of her hips to his cheeks. But that had always been... down there. He could pant and moan and struggle against the little broken pleas welling in his throat. But like this... his air was gone, and he couldn't pull off like he usually could. His body was heaving under the grinding, hungry blows of those smooth hips into his brutalized face, turned into an object under the power of her hips and that throbbing piece of meat. There was nothing he could do to stop her-- she would fuck his throat until she had her fill of him, and nothing so petty as his air supply could stop her... there was no resentment in him, only... hope. His eyes closed, and his lips tightened. His tongue pushed to that pistoning shaft. He flexed his throat to swallow tight and hold around her, his neck muscles cramping and screaming as they struggled to conquer this massive transgressor. He could only beg her, with the pleasures of his body, to unload inside him. He could only beg for her to be pleased with him, to finish inside him, to release him so that he might survive to serve again. Claws gouged through his hide. "Such a... tight..." She breathed the words, lust rolling up in her voice as she slammed into his face again and again, telltale throbs burgeoning against the walls of the feline's throat. The first gush burst free in mid-draw, plastering across the ravaged walls of his throat, and the feel of her powerful thrust plowing through the sudden, sickly sweet slickness of his throat lined with sloppy, hot seed to hilt his face-- he erupted violently, spraying seed into the air, though his paws whipped up at once to desperately avert the blast, letting his jets spray over his paws and drizzle down onto his belly as the dragoness humped and humped into his throat still. The seductive feel of his cum-lubed throat provoked her teeming lust to pump a few more thrusts into his hot little mouth before she finally couldn't bear to draw again and simply ground into that red-stained face, panting softly as her balls pulsed against his eyelids with gush after gush. Lith couldn't have said if he'd blacked out, but he was roused from some sort of oblivion when that thick shaft finally started to pull free-- rousing a familiar, bitter wash of emotion: relief that he will soon be able to breathe, stained with a deep sorrow that she was slipping away. The sight of her shaft dragging and dragging out of his mouth gave him a moment of vertigo before it finally popped from his throat and fell out of his mouth. He gasped noisily, and his body tingled tangibly with the renewal of his oxygen before convulsing as he launched into a coughing fit. Swallowing several times, he managed to start breathing normally, and his hazy, tear-stained sight found Melody sitting back against her headboard watching him with a little smirk. Her shaft was draped across her thigh, moist with cream and drool, and a little bit of seed still seemed to be leaking from the tip, rolling down her leg. He started to roll to approach her, but-- "no!" He blinked, and froze. The dragoness eyed him reproachfully. "You'd better not get that all over my bed..." He looked down. His paws were coated with his own seed, and a large puddle on his belly was rapidly rolling down one side, toward the bed. Mewling desperately, he scooped at the flowing seed and held it with his paw for a dam, the kitty hastily licking his free paw clean and suckling at his fingers. He heaved himself up and bent down, his feline flexibility allowing him to stoop down just enough to start slurping the seed off his lower belly, sucking it out of his fur as quickly as he could. After tongue-washing his other paw, he made quick work of lapping up his own kitty cock for any remnants of his load before finally turning his gaze hungrily to the dark beauty laid across Melody's thigh-- only to find it was reclining no longer. Wavering slowly, the dragoness' shaft climbed slowly skyward as he watched, a single bead of pre forming at her tip a moment before breaking into a trickle down that wet member. Lith was there in an instant, mewling and lapping up the underside of that heavy shaft. "Now, kitty, you don't have to-- ah..." Before the dragoness could bring him to settle down, Lith leaned up, curving his back up behind him as he drew the tip into his mouth. He could do it, now. He leaned closer, as though drawing into an intimate moment with his loved one, drawing her deep into his muzzle. The first kiss of tip to muscle sent a cool, electric tingle down his body. He was the flower to her sun, and there was nothing to reject here. He leaned for more-- not hesitantly, but hungrily. He opened, and strained, and swallowed her. There was an ache-- he was still sore from the throatfucking. But he could do it. He'd done it! All on his own, he'd swallowed that fat cockhead. The exultant feline pushed down, gobbling up the dragoness' sausage until he was nuzzling to her belly. There, he rested a moment, his body slumping as he nursed at that massive rod, lips stroking at her base softly. Damp spots pressed to the dragoness' waist as she stroked over the kitty's hair. Her eyes were elsewhere, though-- off to the side and distant. She smirked slowly, petting her little toy.

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Title: List of predators, races and settings by Strega Tags: M/F, Tiger, Vore (soft), list **Predators** - these are predators who have appeared in multiple images or stories. Many other predators have appeared in single images and stories, like a badgertaur, the wolftaur, Stregonne, etc. **Eblis** - A not too bright anteater-like alien 8' tall and 600-700 pounds depending on how chubby he is at the moment. Known for ineffectually hitting on women (and then eating them when they turn him down), he's not above a male lover or two if nothing else is available. His tube-like mouthparts are lined with knobby ridges that are forced forward by a complex musculature, letting him engulf and swallow human-sized prey with little difficulty. It is not clear how he commits his often public crimes without getting caught. **Fastpaw** - A well known - to us anyway - praka (raccoon-folk) predator. He is a male bard of modest skills, cute and charismatic - two traits he uses to bed as many women as he can. That would be harmless enough if he didn't eat them from time to time. Unlike Ria, he is not unnaturally elastic, and usually eats prey only up to his size (5' tall). He will also eat males, though he doesn't have sex with them, and is especially fond of eating Kender. (They have the adorable habit of trusting him when he says 'There's something stuck in my teeth. Could you have a look?') **Hialfi** : Originally a volpa foxman, Hialfi was transformed by a malfunctioning Wish into a large foxtaur. Too big - 16' tall to his eartips, 4,000 pounds - to fit into most buildings (and most women), and viewed as a freak almost everywhere he goes, he wanders from town to town getting what work he can. Almost always short on money, he resorts to eating 'evil' humanoids like orcs and gnolls to keep himself fed. The lack of suitably sized women has led him into a series of sexual misadventures. **It** - An amorphous extradimensional predator, It bores a hole into our universe and extrudes enough mass through to build a harmless-looking lure. It might be a water fountain, plushie, bearskin rug, picnic basket or other object. Whatever Its appearance, It can engulf prey and gradually digest it, sending the dissolved food back through the finger-wide hole into Its home dimension to feed the main body. Destroying the lure will not kill It, but does inconvenience It, as boring a new hole into our world is time consuming. **Kurula** - A female gul wolverine-woman whose possession of a powerful artifact has caused her to grow to fully 50' tall. Evil and intensely predatory, she stalks a region of the Wild Coast where terrified villagers offer her tribute in the form of animals and any travelers unfortunate enough to be in town when she shows up. Human-sized creatures may find themselves used as sex toys before she devours them. **Maluek** - The one and only known wolverine-taur on Greyhawk, the mutant offspring of a male 'feral' gul and an anthro female gul. Maluek's lutrai (anthro otter) wife sometimes acts as a lure; other males who approach or bother her soon thereafter find themselves with a temporary wolverine-fur coat. Before getting married, Maluek liked to play the field, perhaps even with other males. **Miary** the fossa - A larger than usual, mutated member of this viverrid species, Miary preys on lemurs, other fossa, and anyone small enough to swallow. Unique for her species, as far as we know, she can suck prey into her sex and digest them in her womb. **Otto** the otter - A large (10' long, 400-500 pound) otter. He is a failure as a "Run" pred, as he is too friendly and lacks the killer instinct. In fact, he has never eaten someone during a Run pay-per-view. Still, more than one person has ended up in his stomach, sometimes by volunteering, sometimes by accident. Similarly, he's never actually mated with a human, but he's been coaxed into orgasm by the occasional friendly human woman. He is an archetypal friendly predatory who might still accidentally gulp you down. **Pamiuq** the sea otter and **Qilal** the dolphintaur - Lovers who break many rules, including devouring their own species and luring in prey (again, often of their own species) for the other half of the pair to eat. When not engaged in that they devour anyone else they can catch. Pamiuq occasionally has an eye for other females. He's been known to rape smaller females to death. **Renaud** the fox - Along with Bearkiller (a near copy of Ripper the wolverine) Renaud is the best known of the Run predators. He is a 500-pound nonanthro black fox. He will offer to lead a contestant to safety in return for a blowjob, but is entirely untrustworthy. About half of the people who start out with a fox in their mouth end up in a fox's mouth afterward. Nonetheless he is the only Run pred other than Otto who will sometimes let prey go, and the *only* one who will eat them if he doesn't let them go. **Ria** - One of the Maker's great mistakes, Ria resembles a cute female praka raccoon-woman. In fact she is the result of experimenting with demon essence and is little more than a highly elastic furry hide around an immensely expandable stomach. Ria can suck in and swallow anyone who comes into contact with any of her three bodily openings. She can consume prey much larger than herself, teleporting away to a quiet place afterward to digest them. It can take her weeks or even months to absorb a really big meal. **Ripper** - Formerly a powerful human adventurer, he was defeated and transformed into a dire wolverine. Though quite small for that species (only 400 pounds), he is immensely strong and ferocious. He is as evil now as when he was human, and is a habitual rapist who finishes his one-night (or one-fuck) stands by swallowing his lovers whole. Despite his vile nature he does have friends, and when not gallivanting around wreaking havoc he works as a bodyguard (and lover) to a powerful female mage. He has a "brother" in Redfang, a slightly larger wolverine who is also a transformed human. Unlike Ripper, Redfang cannot swallow prey whole, but he is still a violently predatory rapist. Before working for the mage the pair were owned by Lord Matthew of Monstertown. **Santa Binky** - A polar bear who fell victim to the Santa Clause after snarfing the real Santa. While he still delivers presents, people far enough down his Naughty List have a tendency to disappear on Christmas eve. He also has an eye for the ladies of many species, humans included. Presumably if someone kills him, they will become the next Santa. **Savage** : A genetically engineered giant tiger (6' at the shoulder, 3,000 pounds) grown in a vat by a super-villain. He was meant be a shape changer, but turned out to be very bad at actually changing shape. What he *is* good at is using that same skill to make himself tougher (metal reenforced bones, super-tough musculature, tough bony/ceramic scales under his pelt), regenerating wounds, and changing his fur color to blend in almost perfectly with the background, creating near invisibility. He's big and strong, rough and tough, and though not a bad person, he is known to eat people who get on his bad side. He can unhinge his jaws to swallow prey his own size, though such a large meal takes a while to get down. He can digest just about anything, though he gets next to no calories from metal or stone. He's had the occasional human girlfriend who he *probably* had sexual relations with. He has an enthusiastically preyish were-rat friend who goes through his digestive system about once a week, magically regenerating back from tiger poop. The rest of the time he snaps up stray dogs, eats dogs the local pound has put to sleep, and gets scraps at the local meat packing plant. These days he leads a group of 4 animal-like superheroes - himself, the were-rat, a were-raccoon, and a couatl. **Shural and Shalira** - Elastic or "balloonie" creatures, one resembling a gul wolverine-man and the other a volpa foxwoman. They often masquerade as anatomically correct toys, only to engulf and digest those who decide to "play" with them. They are capable of transforming those they eat into creatures like themselves: it was in this way that Shural was created by a foxwoman balloonie, and he in turn created Shalira after eating her volpa form. **Smokey** - An unusually anthropomorphic bear who ate a ranger and took over his job, Smokey is an employee of the Forest Service. Smokey is immensely popular with human ladies and is also perfectly willing to make firebugs, poachers, and other undesirables disappear in a way that leaves little evidence other than extra pounds padding his ample frame. **Strega** - An alien who resembles a large, six legged weasel. She has been surgically modified so to be able to swallow prey whole, the better to 'disappear' people who collaborated with the enemy in a long-running war. Since finding Furrymuck and similar vore-friendly areas she's eaten many people, but ultimately she decided she'd rather just watch. She has a much larger, many-legged form known as the 'weaselpede' which is the result of a malfunctioning self-resurrection device. She is of the **Falan** race. **Striper** and **Sandra** - Husband and wife anthroskunk serial killers who plan their kills very carefully indeed. They are the only anthroskunks, and two of a very small number of furries in that world. Many a hitchhiker, transient, or other easily 'disappeared' person has met the skunks only to vanish down a mephit gullet. Both are bisexual, the better to increase the number of potential meals, and both hold 'day jobs', eating people only a few times a year each so to avoid being caught. They never keep souvenirs from their meals. **SuzyAnne** and **Labrus** - Suzy is a mindless cloned skunkette who appears perfectly intelligent and normal when 'operated' from a distance by Strega. Both predator and prey, she is the lover of Labrus, a very large nonanthro wolverine (880 pounds). Sometimes she hunts alone; sometimes she baits someone into eating her expressly to slow them down so Labrus can catch and eat two meals at once. Other times the big wolverine enthusiastically ramrods prey down her throat with his cock. (Labrus belongs to Laesd.) When something bad happens to Suzy (such as being digested by an 880-pound wolverine), Strega just decants another. **Toothless:** A very large, very fat raccoon (14' tall on his hindpaws, 4 tons). He lacks teeth and swallows all his prey whole. In reality he was an early pre-Praka experiment by the Maker who escaped and just kept growing. Smarter than he looks, and very hungry. **Trashpicker:** A were-coyote (Nuwisha) with the magical Gluttony power. He's nearly ten feet tall, gaunt and mangy, yet he's perfectly capable of swallowing a whole refrigerator-freezer unit or small car. Most times he sends his 'meals' to an extradimensional 'umbral stomach' for later regurgitation, he can also send them to his real belly. He runs a profitable little business smuggling people across the US-Mexico border. Some of those people, of course, don't actually come back up again once across the border, or rather they do only to end up in his stomach. He's also eaten a couple of werewolves who just wouldn't leave him alone. **Uvuzi** and **Nyoka** : Fraternal twin 'skunkette lamias', they are the result of a one night stand between a female lamia ('snaketaur') and a skunkman. Uvuzi is more humanoid than her sister, but they are both highly predatory and amoral. Seduction and low level magic are their stock in trade, with Uvuzi a beginner illusionist and Nyoka possessing slowly developing mind control powers. **Zane** - A 100-pound nonanthro mink, best known as one of the predators on the "Sunday Night Run" TV show featured in the "Tonight's Episode" series of stories. Violently predatory, he is typically a hard vore pred but *can* swallow prey up to his own size. He's also been known to try to rape prey, but though he is very strong for his size his slight weight means he is usually dislodged before the deed is done. Zane is a deadly combatant, a blindingly fast fighter who wears his meals down with claw swipes and bites before settling down to feed. Zane is one of several predators I created for Furrymuck who eventually made their way into the Run TV show. **Unnamed predators and important species** **The mwee** - Alien beartaurs with a startling level of medical technology. This allows them to modify themselves in amusing ways, so one will often see someone being sucked into the genitals of a hungry mwee. They almost always reform their prey, and often have long-term and loving relationships with friends/lovers/prey of various species. **The forest foxdragon** - The result of Hialfi shacking up (quite against his will) with a female green dragon, the fox-dragon is a stealthy predator of the woods. By extending his long neck downward he has snapped up and swallowed whole many a person before they ever knew he was there. **Plushie raccoon** - One of several plushie predators. The mechanisms of their metabolism is not well know, merely that they swallow people, and that the resulting bulge slowly diminishes with no sign of scat or other leavings. Some plushies are anatomically correct and can mate. It is possible that some of them are manifestations of **It**. Some plushies can convert the prey they swallow into new, also predatory plushies, a form of Von Neumann predator. **The statues** - Gargoyle-like creatures that move and feed at night (or at least when not being observed). Their slow metabolism means they need feed only a few times a year. Once a century or so male and female statues will pair up and the result is "baby" statues. Statues rest on a pedestal which contains their main stomach, but they can leave it to hunt or (in extremis) abandon it to set up a new home elsewhere. **The gul** - Hulking wolverine men created by the Maker, the mage Ruhollah Rushiadah. Most of them are anthro, a smaller number are 'feral', resembling large normal wolverines. The majority still work for the Maker, but independent ones are common. About one in ten gul have been modified by the Maker so to be able to swallow prey whole. A brave and ferocious race, but generally one that's safe to be around as long as you don't pick fights. Also known for seeking other-species lovers, especially during their mating season. **The praka** - First of the Maker's creations, they are clever little raccoon-people. Most are between four and five feet tall. They cannot speak Common without magical help, but they can understand it. People who spend a lot of time around praka tend to learn to understand it by ear but not speak it, so each can understand the other. Cute and popular, though picked on by larger species, they are well known for enjoying the company of other species lovers. Perhaps one in a thousand has asked the Maker to modify him to swallow prey whole. The best known predatory praka are Ria (half-demon) and Fastpaw (a simple praka male who just likes to eat people). **The volpa** - If the praka were the Maker's rough prototypes, the volpa foxpeople are the finished product. Tall and elegant, intelligent and nimble-fingered, they excel at magic and are well-liked as lovers by many other species. Unfortunately they are also well-hated by many other species, especially humanoids like orcs. Predatory volpa are rare and keep a low profile; perhaps one per village will be a 'gulper' and is responsible for making problems like aggressive dogs and rogue adventurers disappear. Hialfi and Shalira were both volpa before they were transformed. A disturbing number of volpa get gulped down by gul and other predators; the Maker wonders if he somehow made them too tasty. **The smilodons** - Having interbred with humans in the Land of the Clans setting, this race includes smilodon-taurs and anthro smilodons mixed in with the ferals. They enjoy eating each other so much that lotteries are held to determine who will get to eat a given prisoner. **The Swamp otters** - Large, only slightly anthro otters who live in a large swamp in the World of Greyhawk. They delight in gulping down humans and other humanoids, and in mating with them (whether the humanoids want it or not). A certain number of half-otter hybrids have been so engendered. Sweetwater is one such otter, as is the otter who appeared in the arena pictures. **The Polar Bears** - A slightly organized civilization of polar bears exists on one of my alternate Earths. A treaty forbids the bears to eat humans, but sex between the species is common. Unfortunately some bears ignore the treaty. The Great Mother of the bears, a huge and fat bear sow, punishes those caught doing this by devouring them herself - when she isn't gulping down black bears, grizzlies, walruses and other creatures she can get her maw around. **Khardaki and Hestans:** Lion-men and cat-men respectively, both from my World of Greyhawk setting. They are dramatically different in temperament, Khardaki leaning toward freewheeling adventuring and whoring while hestans are secretive forest dwellers. Both have an unfortunate habit of ending up inside larger predators, the former usually because they were seduced, the latter simply overpowered and eaten. Occasionally they themselves are the predators. **Falan** - Strega's species. The resemble large six-legged weasels. They had reached a stone age to (barely) bronze age level of development when they were Uplifted by the Commonwealth to serve in a long-running war. While they can use each of (or all of) their six-toed paws as hands, they are rather clumsy hands, and a falan who wishes to do much with them has to stand still or lie down. Falan will not hunt sapients for fur except under the most dire of circumstances; by breaking this rule Strega made herself an outcast for many years. Extremely conservative sexually, mating only during a brief mating season. This frustrates the mrish (see below), who think they are handsome weasels. **Mrish or Mrishti** : A minor but widespread race in the **Commonwealth**. The few humans who have met them have compared them to a mixture of squirrel, skunk and monkey, with some weasel mixed in. They are best known for their spread through the Commonwealth's exploration corps and their free-wheeling approach to relationships: some 75% of mrish are bisexual and they happily seek out other species for sex. **Settings, important people, organizations and concepts** **The World of Greyhawk** : My old AD&D world. Many of my predators live here in the areas I was most familiar with. The **Maker** lives here, as do Uvuzi and pretty much all my fantasy characters and races. **The Maker:** A powerful wizard responsible for creating many races and predators. Aspiring planeswalker, he traveled to Strega's world before her race was Uplifted. He is also known as Alias, as his name (Ruhollah Rushiadah) tangles up many tongues. **Candra:** One of the Maker's assistants, a human woman who has the magical ability to seduce males of beastmen and animal species. The Maker gave her this power so she could gather semen samples for his experiments, but it helps that she very much enjoys the task. When he realized the seduction spells had turned her into a near-nymphomaniac, The Maker promoted her to a high rank among his followers by way of apology. **Lord Vrassry:** Lord of the gul and general in The Maker's armies. A huge black-furred gul, he maintains that gul should *only* mate with other gul. This puts him dramatically at odds with Candra and The Maker's policies, but he is too able a commander to spare so the Maker puts up with his foibles. Vrassry, for his part, is aware that not all gul follow his policies, but he turns a blind eye as long as it's not rubbed in his face. His name is sometimes misspoken as "Badspray", which is a good way to get eaten if he hears it. **General Matthew:** One of the commanders of the Monstertown (Greyston) city guard and the owner of **Ripper** and **Redfang** before they were freed by Ilya. He has been missing for some time. **Raugk** and **Kransh:** the Flind chief and subchief, respectively, of a tribe of gnoll hyenamen. Both previously worked for The Maker and were changed to be able to swallow large prey whole. **Ilya:** A powerful hestan mage. Owns several very powerful magic items that came with built-in drawbacks. One of the drawbacks made her a nymphomaniac with a lust for other-species lovers. Among others, these lovers include Ripper and Redfang, who are also among her bodyguards. **Earth and alternate Earths** : Most of my other predators live here. **Monstertown (Greyston)**: A city located in a pass in the Lortmil mountains on Greyhawk. As the name implies, monsters are welcome here. Uvuzi has a house here, and Strega visited during her time on Greyhawk. **Land of the Clans** : Set roughly in 10,000 BC, in this setting the saber-tooth tigers won the war with the cavemen. In this setting the smilodons are firmly in charge, and capital crimes by anyone (including smilodons) are punished with a trip down some lucky cat's throat. Humans in this setting range from slaves to freemen, with some serving in the Clan military. **The Commonwealth** : An immensely advanced (though not to the level of the Culture) multi-galaxy, multi-species civilization. This is where the Mwee live for the most part, and Strega is from this setting. **The "Run":** A TV show in which criminals try to escape from various predators such as Zane and Renaud. Those that escape (which does happen on occasion) get money and a pardon. The **Project** owns the Run and also created Striper and Sandra, among others. **The Project** , or **Project Delta** : A corporation that tried crack the human genetic code. As part of their research they engineered a number of animals who hybridize human and animals genes by swallowing a human whole, digesting the prey yet retaining much of the genetic information. This information was passed on with the animal's next mating, hopefully producing an animal-human hybrid. Ultimately the program was deemed a failure, and its many man-eating predators were hidden, (rarely) released into the wild, or put to work on the "Run" show. **Uplift:** The process of raising a primitive race's technology so that it can join in an advanced society. Rarely practiced due to almost inevitable societal problems that result.

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Title: Virgin Ink by Aurco Tags: Bat, Character Development, Deep Penetration, Fear, First Time, Human, Love, M/F, Series, Short, Striptease Cast (so far) Cain Farote Niki Carts Larkin Lynch To come Julia Stark Ok for those who are following my little series, this one is more centered around Lar than, but don't despair, more to follow after this one for our first set of lovers... Well enjoy. Oh hey I've never mentioned this but comments are always welcome, AIET ! =^.^= VIRGIN INK Senior year was just about over, it was Niki's birthday, her eighteenth birthday to be precise. Cain's gift to Niki ... his name. This was more of a play on words then anything, he was really paying for her tattoo, which was his name, underneath her forearm. Cain as well was getting her name on his, a matching script, a Gaelic script. "What will it feel like?" Niki asked, a little nervous, she was never fond of needles. "Well some say it feels like someone draw'n on ya wit a hot stick, while others say it's more like an itch, but really it's a matter of opinion. Dat an were ya getting it done," Larkin stated in a "matter of fact" tone, being that he was COVERED and a tattoo artist himself, "when I was jus' startin out my least favorite spot was da back of me arm an da ribs, but da worst has gotta be da armpit, I personally dohn' have any der." Cain held Niki's paw in his as Lar set up his station; needles, tattoo machine, ink. He took out his little buzz cutter so as to clear away a small patch of fur. The special ink allowed the tattoo to show through the fur by coloring the fur as it grew, but you had to treat the skin underneath first. Lar picked up his device, swiveled in his chair and asked her, "Ready?" Niki nodded. Her eyes not on Lar or her arm but on Cain, his patting of her paw was as comforting as anything could be. \*An hour later\* "All done Niki, ya can look now" Lar said as he cleaned up the fresh art. She tore her eyes away from Cain, her lover, "Oh my God, it's perfect! What color did you say it was?" Niki asked, entranced by this simple tattoo that meant so much to her. "It's called Monthly Red, funny name I know but... It jus' works for ya I think," Lar replied. Niki snickered at the name as did Cain. "Keep 'er clean an moisturized," Lar went on, "an DO NOT pick at it, I know ya'll furries got a problem wit dat... Ah Damn It, I'm sorry bout dat, was a bit outa line," he still had problems with his old tendencies, 'furrist' remarks and all. "Hey, don't worry about it, we know you didn't mean anything by it," Niki reassured him. She gave a glance at Cain who to gave a nod as well. "Ok... Um hey after I close up tanight, I goin at da strip club, ya'll wanna come wit, I'm buyin!" Lar suggested, Cain rubbed his snout, he wasn't sure if he liked that idea. "I am eighteen now, maybe now I can see what all the fuss is over," Niki replied; even if it was mainly a male oriented subject she had often heard of couples going together. Cain looked Niki in the eye not sure if she was serious, but replied, "Well I know of one that's not JUST humans." Lar quirked his head then nodded, he got the point. Niki stifled a little laugh, even though he wasn't physically squirming he was on the inside and she could tell. Lar sighed as he applied the ointment to her arm followed by the bandage. Cain got up with Niki, and gave her a little congratulatory love'n, "AH AH, still a tender," he laughed as Niki winced. "Pain for da beauty dats what I say," Lar called over his shoulder, "Hey ya wanna come wit us Jack?" His boss, the bat, doing paper work in his office called back, "Nah, tonight's me an the Mrs. Anniversary, got a \*special\* night planed," and with that he locked his office. As he was heading out he added, "Make sure when you close up tonight you turn off all the lights.. Ok?" Lar rolled his eyes " yea yea yea, I wont forget dis time." He shut down the scanner, computer, lights, all was in place. "Ok now where's dis place ya was talkin bout?" Lar said turning back to the lovers. "Oh yeah, Tanners Cabaret, hop in we'll give you a ride," Cain replied and started walking towards the door. Lar began following, scratching the back of his head, "Thanks.. I'm kinda short on gas right now anyway." ( He did end up getting wheels) A ways out of town, off the highway, they pulled into the lot. Not overcrowded though it was a weeknight. They were met at the entrance by wolfess in a black tube top and short, VERY short shorts who asked, "May I see your ID's please?" The party handed them over, and the wolfess handed them back, looking at Niki who had a smirk on her maw. "Welcome to Tanners, there is a fifteen dollar cover charge and a one drink minimum per person," she said to them, rolling her eyes at the ferret. Cain reached for his wallet but Lar put out his hand, "Like I said I'm buy'n," and he paid. As they walked in a large albino tiger, a bouncer walked up to them. His white fur, blue eyes seemed to glow under the black lights. "Cain!" he almost yelled in a bellowing tone, "Good to see you again. Who's this?" he asked nodding towards the ferret, "Don't tell me this lovely lady is Niki?!" "Indeed she is," the fox replied, putting his arm around her, a light squeeze, pulling her close to him. "Well then don't let me stop you," the tiger said with a small bow. "Thanks Bruce, Oh hey its her birthday today... got any good seats available?" He thought for a moment, "You know what I think I got just the one." The tiger made the \*this way\* movement, and added, "Had some guys get a little too rowdy, he he their seats became available after we had a little \*chat.\*" Their seats were right in front of the stage, a blonde, in a cowgirl outfit was just finishing her show. The D.J. came over the speakers, "Hey hey hey lets hear it for Crystal! Private shows in the VIP room are available. One more round of applause, lets hear it!" The music started up again and the D.J. came back on, "Here she is! Give it up for Julia!" The spotlight one the center of the stage, a light brown furred leg came from behind the curtains, high stiletto boots, slowly she emerged, seductively swaying her hips, her wings wrapped around her upper half. Lar was stunned, it was the same Julia form the tattoo shop. All of a sudden she spread her wings, she was clad in nothing but a black thong, her perk tits bare, a C cup to for sure, and the thong fit her perfectly. Being that she was a bat, her upper body so well toned it only accentuated her breasts further, the small rose he had done for her... she was beautiful. Niki and Cain, oblivious to Lar's fixation on Julia. Actually, they were oblivious to anything but each other. The tips were flying, dollars over the stage, even some larger bills from the more inebriated patrons and she'd barely even started. Moving and swinging to the music, slowly she removed her thong, her round furred cheeks, nether lips; just a hint of pink could be seen. Lar was infatuated, and it scared him. Normally he would have been drawn aback from such a sight, but he had moved right up next to the stage. Julia was driving him wild, very evident at the sight of his pants. Julia looked over her shoulder, the wide-eyed crowd, she spotted Larkin. She turned, giving a full view of her front, slinking towards him, lowering her self, laying on her back legs in the air, a clear view of her pussy, particularly her sweet lips. Julia rolled over, leaning over the edge, her hands on his thighs. Moving up his neck to his ear, her breath hot, the bat whispered, "Want a real show big boy?" pulling back she gave him a wink. Lar swallowed the knot in his throat, slowly he nodded, almost sluggishly. He couldn't help himself, his mind was screaming but his body betrayed him, something else was driving him now. She came close again and the man felt her breath, her hot breath on him again, "Soon as I'm done here." She gave him a little lick, he froze. Lar was gone now, total autopilot, driven by lust, by the flesh, the fur. \*\*\*In the VIP room\*\*\* Julia was in Lar's lap, her luscious tits face level, slowly rocking her hips, rubbing against him, her wings around his neck. It was almost painful, his manhood straining against his pants, its prison. Julia flipped around on him, her ass now rubbing against him, she leaned back against him, tilting her head, her muzzle near his neck, he could feel her, murmuring in his ear. Again she rolled to face him, leaning in, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Her bright green eyes, always on his, his never leaving hers. The music stopped, but she kept moving, rubbing his body with hers. Lar came back to reality, "I think I better go, ya oder cus'mers be wait'n." With that being said, she slid off him, dragging her body across his stiffness, Lar groaned as she did. She bent over to retrieve her top, In front of him, there was something in the air, familiar, then he caught sight of her panties, glistening, she was wet, Julia was enjoying him as much as he was her. "I get off of work early today..." she said, a quick glance at his tented pants, "Would you like to have a drink with me... at my place?" "I... I... I would like dat," he finally stuttered out losing control of his mind. They walked out of the room. Cain and Niki were still at the table, and though they were enjoying the show that a very voluptuous lupine was giving, Cain looked away from the stage, not as interested as he thought he would be. Lar came walking towards them and Cain tilted his head in confusion, "Were did you..." he stopped as he saw the bat walking close behind him and grinned, "Oh! Well well, have fun?" Again his furless skin betraying him, his blush evident and answered, "Yea umm... I'm gonna head outa here, I see ya later, aiet." \*\*\* Julia's house\*\*\* "What'll you have?" Julia asked, pouring herself a whiskey. "I'll have what ya havin," Lar replied and she handed him a glass. She came in close and whispered, "I'll be right back." "Putting on something more comfortable?" he asked, she gave him a wink over her shoulder. As she disappeared into her room Lar let out a sigh, he took a small sip of his drink. Looking around for a bit, he could tell she was defiantly doing well for herself, it wasn't overly decorated but the BIG screen TV made it obvious she wasn't sweating for money. A sound... he turned... nothing there. "Relax," Lar said to himself, he walked over to a couch and with a grunt he slumped in to a seat. Suddenly he was enveloped in darkness, a blanket or a sac had been thrown over him and he felt something in his lap. Lar's eyes adjusted, it wasn't a blanket, it was Julia, her wings draped over him. A little smirk was on her face and she pulled him in, pushing her muzzle to his mouth. He felt an intruding tongue, a skillful tongue it was (being a bats tongue). Lar tried to pull away but she held fast. Finally she broke the kiss and left Lar gasping and wide eyed. "Wha... What are ya doin?" he whispered, still in shock. "Well I thought that was obvious." she chuckled. Julia undraped her wings, he could see she was completely nude. "More comfortable huh?" Lar cracked. He smiled but then saw a brown flash shoot down. "Whaaa!" he stammered as he felt the bat reach into his pants, "Please don'... I'm not sure if I want dis!" Julia stopped and looked him in the eye. She looked hurt and climbed off him, covering herself with her wings, an easy thing to do. Looking to the side she whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced myself on you, I thought it was... mutual," she sighed, "Just so you know, I know what you used to be, I understand it's still an issue for you," she stifled a sniffle, "I just though you were past it , so... I'm sorry." Julia moved to get up only to have a hand stop her, strong but gentle, commanding but loving at the same time. "It is still an issue for me, but all dat means is I need ta work it out... maybe ya can help me?" Lar asked pulling her close to him, very close. She smiled and lunged onto him, hugging, kissing. The kiss broken again, and she looked worried "I thought it best I tell ya, ya will be my first." "Your first fur... I kinda figured," she giggled. He looked almost stern, "NO, I mean my very first... ever." Julia looked at him questioningly, "I don't believe it, you... a virgin... why... HOW!' He only looked at her, his eyes telling all. Slowly she took off his shirt, a small gasp as she saw his scars. Very carefully and very lovingly she ran her webbed paw across them and asked, "What happened?" He sighed, "Just a past mistake, somtin I'm still repenting for." She ran her paws down his chest, rolling them over his sculpted pecs. Lar pulled his trousers down, now they were both bare, and he let aroused sex piece rub against her slit. Julia moaned in anticipation, out of lust, lust for him. Slowly she lowers herself onto him, Lar was BIG, ten inches long, three wide, proportioned to his body. Lar gasped as he felt her envelope him. It took her a moment to adjust to his girth. Laying atop him, draped over him. The soft carpet beneath them, the bat begins to rock, a moan escaping her lips. Julia starts moving faster, up and down his shaft, eliciting another moan from her lips. "Oh God it feels so good," she moaned using her winged arms to support herself. Using him as leverage, she pushed herself harder onto him. Lar's hands held onto her tits, thumbing her nipples, massaging, rubbing, and caressing. "Julia Ya so warm, so warm inside!" Lar groaned as he sat up, pulling her to him, his chest to hers, mashing her breasts. Julia swung her arms around his neck. She ran her clawed, webbed paws in his hair. In a swift movement she was on her back, legs over his shoulders, pumping harder, faster, deeper. "YES!!" Julia screamed, "Fuck me, use me, OH GOD CUM IN ME!" She was in ecstasy, back arched up. Lars arms around her thighs, humping her, animalistic in nature, however human he was. They were both grunting, groaning, almost growling. Julia was on the brink of climax, then... over it. As she came, a scream of pleasure as only a bat can came from her lips. Julia's pussy clenching down, milking his cock, was all that it took to put Lar over the edge as well. He let his cum fill her, white hot cum mixing with her juices, deep inside her. She held tight to him, his member still twitch and spurting his seed deep inside her. Finally with their sex induced high subsided, Lar slumped to the side so as not to smother her. Also exhausted Julia pulled herself atop him and she gave him a weak kiss as they both fell into a deep, blissful sleep. Lar still embedded inside her, their love juices flowing around within her was very, very comforting for the both of them. \*\*\* The next morning\*\*\* Larkin awoke with his \*lover\* still asleep atop him, though his now limp phallus had withdrawn itself from inside her, so with a gentle motion he moved her to his side. Lar pulled on his pants, the button, zipper. At this Julia woke up (sensitive ears) and gave a little yawn, stretching her wings, an awesome sight to be sure for Lar. Rubbing her eyes she whispered, "What you doing up so early?" again she yawned. "I've neva been a late sleeper, though dis has been da latest I slept in awhile," he said, smiling. Julia stood, no inhabitation even though she still nude. Lar walked up to her and Julia put her wings around his neck. Lar towered over her, though the were the perfect match. Lar lowered his head to hers, his lips to hers; a sweet morning kiss. Julia broke the little moment, "I'll be right back, I've got to get dressed," she winked. "So she does wear clothes," Lar chuckled. Again as she left he let out a great sigh and knelt, his hand to his tattooed chest, above one in particular, a Celtic cross and began praying, "Ár n-Athair atá ar neamh, Go naofar 'ainim, Go dtagfadh do ríocht, Go ndéantar do thoil ar an talamh mar a dhéantar ar neamh. Ár n-arán laethúil tabhair dúinn inniu, agus maith dúinn ár bhfiacha mar a mhaithimidne dár bhféichiúna féin Ach ná lig sinn i gcathú, ach saor sinn ó olc, Amen." Suddenly he felt a presence behind him, and he turned but lowered his head, trying to hide his blush. "Uh hi, can I uh... can I make ya breakfast?" he laughed nervously, trying to avoid the coming question. "That... that was beautiful. What was it?" Julia asked. Larkin's blush grew deeper, he didn't pray in front of others for a reason "Its Gaelic, \*Da Lords Prayer\*, its sometin me father taught me..." he said, still a bit embarrassed. "Will you teach me?" Julia asked, not hiding the eagerness in her voice. Lar shrugged, "Sure but its not da easiest ting ta \*learn\* if ya not born ta it." The bat nodded, and so it was that morning that Julia found herself learning and loving him even more with every passing moment.

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Title: Berserking Giants Ch. 01 Tags: battle *Notes: The first chapter was a bit of a run through, my debut, and it was a bit rough. Thanks to everybody who read, voted, and commented. I would love if you could do it again. This is a transition chapter, lots of teasing but no sex.* A light wind plucked at the thin robe Loro wore as he strode down the long polished stone hall. He looked to his right, out over the open wall that gave him a near birds eyes view of the mountain. The palace was situated high on the mountain, taking advantage of a cavern system that had been expanded and built upon to fully allow the entirety of the Tala clan to live inside of the mountain. Natural vents had been utilized to build baths and heat the large cavernous halls that had been built. Loro had always been amazed by the engineering feats that made the mountain fortress livable. Loro had been born deep in the forests that bordered the land. He'd only come to the mountain palace when his ability to enter the berserker state became known. His sandals slapped the polished stone as his long legs carried him further down the pathway. His mind slipped further into the memories of those early days when he had been brought to the palace. The first twenty years were dedicated to strengthening his mind and body. He practiced every day with weapons, sparring with his fellow berserkers, training his muscles to react without conscious thought. Entering the berserker state took away the majority of his conscious thought, but gave him such amazing strength and resilience to pain. So he trained with the old crowd of berserkers, and watched as his current team had joined him slowly, being pulled from every edge of the massive mountain range that the Tala claimed as their own. He watched as his tutors died, or just simply disappeared until he was given command by the old Chief, Tano, Kano's father. He watched as his team grew, and thinned out, and grew again. His six subordinates had been the most stable group of berserkers in two centuries. Loro looked up to see himself before the large wooden doors that led to Kano's personal chambers. Loro felt a pang of shock that he had moved across the entire upper level of the palace without noticing it. His hand rose and pounded on the door, rattling it in it's housing. Loro wondered how the doors had survived for so long with giants always banging on it. "Enter Loro." Kano boomed out from within the chamber. Loro pondered how Kano always knew it was him. He pushed open the door to look at the relaxing chieftain. Kano was bare-chested sitting on his large bed staring at him with an amused look. A female was sitting behind him, kneading his large shoulders with strong looking hands. Loro looked closely at her, recognizing the vampire from around the palace. Her pale blonde hair fell past her shoulders, the true length hidden by her body. Her angelic features were sharply sculpted to breathtaking beauty. Dark green eyes nearly glowed, Loro could tell she had just finished feeding. "How do you know it was me?" "My door was nearly taken off of it's hinges. It was either you, Nic, or my wife finally came home." Kano told him with a straight face. "Since I didn't tell Nic to come by, and my wife decided she no longer wanted to associate with me at all, I figured it was you." The vampire cut in, riding a euphoric high from feeding on an elder giant with pure blood lines. "Why did your wife leave you?" "She didn't like the fact that she caught me in bed with four other women. It wasn't the fact of strange women in our bed. It was the fact that I hadn't invited her to join in. That, and when she found me she was dragging a pair rather lust filled werewolves behind her. The argument was loud, the sex was great, and then she left." Loro stared at him with a arched eyebrow. Loro had been out on assignment when Kano's wife had left him. He had arrived two weeks after the fact and had learned about the rather scandalous event. Tongues had still been wagging about it, and the fact that there was a new woman in Kano's bed every night since then. That had been over fifty years ago though. "Oh." the vampire said quietly, not expecting that answer in the least. An awkward silence fell over the group as they stared at each other. Loro pursed his lips and then relaxed his features, it wasn't his place to disturb the peace. Kano relaxed some more and let the vampire continue her massage. Slight moans were slipping from his mouth as the petite beauty worked the knots out of his back and shoulders, slowly disappearing as she worked lower and lower, until she was completely shielded by the enormity of Kano's upper body. "You failed me." Kano whispered between groans and grunts as the vampire continued her assault on his muscles. "I did." Loro accepted the complete responsibility with those two words. "You have never failed me before. It is good to know you are not perfect. Sometimes I believe that you are invincible, that nothing can best you or your people. It was a rude awakening, but now I know for certain." Kano continued to murmur, his eyes closed, large limbs loose as the vampire appeared again to begin working on one of his arms. Her pale skin against his tanned skin giving a slight contrast. "It was shocking for myself, I can assure you Kano." Loro murmured. "I bet it was. No matter, you need to rectify your mistake Loro." "What do you need me to do?" Loro asked. He was nervous now, he was treading into unknown waters and it was nerve racking. "We don't have the resources to deal with this mage. It is their third attack in three months, the first on my realm, but each is growing stronger, and sooner or later they will be successful and the mage will be able to establish a permanent portal on our world." Loro didn't say anything. Inside he was squirming at the thought of that happening. Shadow creatures were fierce opponents and they had barely beaten them back, and to do that they had to summon every last resource of the mountains to push them back. "There is one whose skill in the arcane could best this unknown mage. You will go and retrieve her." "I will leave immediately then." Loro stated, relaxing at the rather easy task he had been given. "Don't get up and leave in such a hurry Loro. You must go to Earth to retrieve her." "Earth?" Loro groaned out. Exasperation rolled through him mingling with reluctance. He absolutely loathed dimension jumping, and to Earth on top of that was just adding insult to injury. "Yes, Earth. You will be leaving tomorrow with two of you berserkers, no more than that. I will not have you taking all of my berserkers from me to perform a simple escort mission." "The simpler the mission, the more likely it is to have surprises." "That's why I am insisting you take two of your people with you." Loro nodded slowly. He'd take Nic and Raven with him. Alac would take command, but he'd need Moran to help him with his blind spots. The twins were good soldiers, but reacted poorly to dimension jumping. "Who is currently winning the dominance fight right now on Earth?" "Where you are going to is werewolf dominated, but vampires have control in other places. So you will most likely encounter both groups. Your contact there is a mage who has agreed to lead you to the mage and open the portal back to our dimension." "Thank you Kano for this chance for us to redeem ourselves. I will alert my team of what will be happening and my choices." "Good, now get the hell out of here. I have a woman to pleasure." Kano laughed. The forgotten vampire seemed to materialize after she was spoken about. Her toothy smile alerted Loro of how aroused she was. Her fangs had descended and he could smell her arousal faintly. "Unless you want to join in that is?" She said with a challenging smile. Loro threw his head back and roared. "Have you ever been with a giant before?" he asked her. "Not yet." She replied saucily. "After tonight, if you feel like taking two giants on at one time, let me know." Loro said laughing as he left his chief. He closed the big doors behind him. As the doors started closing he could hear the vampire squealing excitedly and Kano's husky laugh. Shaking his head he left his womanizing chieftain and started working his way deeper into the mountain, leaving the open terraces for smooth tunnels lit by torches. The slope of the halls were gradual enough to be comfortable but not steep enough that it would challenge anybody. Loro thought about where his team members would be. Nic really would be in the library. Moran would be eating like she had said. The other four he had no idea, but he'd find out easily enough. Entering the berserker state was tiring, flooding the body with massive amounts of hormones that could leave the berserker in any type of state. Horny, starving, exhausted, or ready to fight anything that looked at them. Nic would always go to the library and read for hours until his body calmed down enough that he was in full control of himself again. He drifted down further and further into the mountain fortress. There was little decoration on the walls, but they were beautiful in a stark sort of way that Loro found relaxing. The polished walls showed blurred reflections in them as people walked past them. The halls weren't bustling, but they had enough traffic that he was constantly dodging past them. The doors to the library were tall and lavishly decorated with skilled carvings of popular local tall tales. The handles on the door were large steel rings that allowed the user to pull the door easily. Loro stepped through the doors and looked for Nic, his keen eyes sweeping across the library. The must smell of old books assaulted his nose and he grimaced to himself. He ignored the massive towering bookcases that held books and old scrolls and continued searching for Nic. He found his berserker sitting in the corner of the room by one of the massive fireplaces that were situated around the library. Natural vents had been widened and secured enough to allow smoke to escape. "Nic." Loro stated quietly, not noticing at first that his voice had dropped because of his setting. When he realized his voice was lower than normal he scowled briefly and wondered what else he was missing out on. Nic merely grunted, his eyes never leaving the scroll he was currently reading. His silver eyes were constantly swiveling as he read one line and then danced on to the next without slowing. Loro had always been impressed by the mans skill at deciphering the ancient scrolls and the secrets they held. "What are you reading?" "An early form of erotica. It's not quite as polished as it is now, but I must say the ancients have some wonderful ideas." Nic said with a straight face. Loro couldn't tell if he was joking or telling the truth. Knowing Nic, and the rumors he heard, he figured it was the truth. "We are leaving for Earth tomorrow. Me, you, and Raven." "Alright." "Alright, that's it?" "Yes." "Ok then." Loro turned and left the library and the least inquisitive person he had ever met. He headed deeper into the system to where the dining halls were. Moran would probably be eating her own weight in food. It took nearly ten minutes to go deep enough into the mountain before he could see the dining hall she normally used, but he could already hear what was going on. Sounds of plates breaking, roars of anger, and grunts of pain. The universal sounds of a brawl erupting in a dining hall. Loro hurried faster towards the hall, a smile spreading across his face. Something deep inside of him knew it was Moran's fault, or at least she was neck deep in it. A small bubble of excitement rose up in him and he threw open the doors to the dining hall. The entire dining hall was standing and fighting. A hundred yards of thrashing bodies. Vampires flew across the hall as they flung themselves at their current opponents. Giants were pummeling each other and tossing others out of the way as they fought to get at each other. Werewolves were morphed and fighting in their wolf form, snarling and slashing as they fell into tangles of fur and slobber. Moran was in the center of the hall, holding a snarling werewolf under one arm in a headlock, and fighting another giantess over, what Loro thought was, a bowl of chocolate pudding "Moran, what's going on?" Loro yelled over the crashing and fighting of the brawlers. Moran looked up from the middle of the fight and smiled at him. The smile lit up her soft face, giving him a glimpse of the soul inside of her. She looked lovely, her hair a rumpled mess, a slobbering werewolf under her arm, and smacking around an irritated giantess. She had the beginnings of a black eye, but her hazel eyes continued to blaze with happiness. "This hag decided she was going to eat the last bowl of pudding. I disagreed. Violently. She fell into a group of vampires who nudged a giant, who thought it was the werewolf next to him, and well, this is the results. "You started a brawl over a bowl of pudding?" "Yes." "Okay. Just making sure." Loro thrust himself into the hall, immediately being smashed into by a flailing vampire. Loro was pretty sure that the poor vampire had been thrown by a giant at him, but taking it personally, he grabbed him and tossed him deeper into the dining hall. The thin robe he was wearing was quickly shredded, the sandals lost in the flurry of fighting and soon he was just wearing a pair of simple loose shorts in the middle of a rather violent food fight. He had had a chicken smashed over his head by a werewolf, he flipped the table the wolf was standing on, a bowl of mashed potatoes shattered against his bare chest by a gorgeous red headed vampire who smirked at him the entire time. He didn't do anything to her. She hurriedly cleaned it off of him. With her tongue. He lost sight of her as the brawl shifted and he was left with half a chest covered in drying saliva, the other half smashed potatoes. Loro fought for nearly five minutes to get to Moran, who was now violently making out with the same werewolf she had been holding. At least, Loro thought it was the same wolf, he had transformed back into his human form and was clutching at her like a lifeline. His hands were trying to undo the knots on her pants, and Moran's own hands were busy running over his body. She was taller, but he was much broader and stout enough. "Moran, we are leaving in the morning for Earth. Do you know where Raven or our brother is?" "Alac's in his room." she panted heavily. Her lips were quickly latching back onto his neck as she suckled hard creating a hickie. "Don't break the wolf Moran." "No promises." Loro left pondering what type of insanity he was gong to be involved in this time. The release of hormones was enough to drive them to do stupid things in the euphoric high they rode after coming out of berserker state. He grabbed an unconscious vampire resting on the edge of the hall and used the man's shirt to clean his chest off before continuing on his quest. Alac's room was higher up than the dining halls but still buried deep in the mountain. The groans and shrieks of pleasure would lead any to it though. Alac was a horny bastard in the best of cases, but after exiting the berserker state he was insatiable. Almost not wanting to see what he was going to see. he pushed in the door and took in the sight before him. Alac was busy with a curvaceous ebony vampire bouncing on him like he was a stallion. A short, rail thin, dark haired werewolf was busy riding his mouth, gripping his headboard and alternating between howling and whimpering. A giantess was passed out next to the thrashing trio. Her nude body was covered in love bites and cum dripped from her pussy. "Alac, if you could take a second I'd like to have a word with you." Loro told him with a dark chuckle. Alac pushed off the werewolf and looked at him, his face smeared with her vaginal fluids, giving his face a slight sheen to it. "What Loro?" he barked out. "I'm leaving to Earth, and I'm taking Nic and Raven with me." "Alright, have fun with that." He grabbed the gasping girl and dragged her back atop of his face. Loro looked at the three, the vampire whose head was thrown back, pushing her dark breasts forward as she screamed noislessly in ecstasy. The little werewolf was shuddering all over, her hips a blur as she used her hips to fuck his friends face. "Lucky bastard." Loro murmured as he left, closing the door behind him and heading towards the baths. Raven used them frequently enough that he could reasonably count on finding her there. The baths were deeper in the mountains and Loro was growing exasperated as he tried to run down the members of his team. He wished he had a way to find them without this hustle and bustle. Add the food fight and finding Alac buried in a small orgy along with his own natural instincts he was horny as hell and ready to sink himself to the hilt in the nearest pussy he could find. Damn the foreplay or flowery words, he wanted a quick and violent fuck that would relieve some of the massive tension building up inside of him. With these thoughts on his mind, further fueling his own anxiousness he entered the baths. It was like entering a different world. Steam floated and swirled with new air currents, cloaking the inhabitants in the built in the ground pools. He moved through the pools, ignoring the moans of pleasure, either sexual or the feeling of people's bodies relaxing after the fight, in the pools. Raven's voice tickled his ear and he followed his natural instincts. His bare feet were awash in cool water that had splashed up from the pools and had cooled on the cold stone. His upper body was hot and his feet were cold. It was a strange combination that somehow only further raised his arousal. The bath hall was large and filled with single baths built into the very floor. Further into the halls the baths grew larger until it reached a pool that was used by many at the same time. Halfway down the hall and near the wall he found Raven in a medium sized bath. Her nude lithe body was entwined with two other women. Loro bit back a groan as he watched glistening flesh roll as they moved over each other. Hurried breathing and skin on skin as they pressed their lips to each other, moaning in short bursts as they took their pleasure from each other. The thick steam obscured portions of the bath, he caught a glimpse of a tanned hip, rolling and exposing a full, round, tanned, ass cheek. An unknown woman's head thrown back, her pale skin flushed from heat or arousal, her black hair forming a pillow for her to rest her head against the cold stone. He caught sight of Raven's startling blue eyes, wide with lust as she descended upon an unseen body part. A moan of passion quickly followed and Loro bit back a curse. He was as hard as granite, his dick tenting his loose shorts as he approached the three lovers in their steamy pool. "Raven." Loro whispered, his voice rough with lust. Her head appeared above the steam to stare at him. She moved quickly, clearing the edge of the pool to look him in the eye. He watched as she moved, her small breasts jiggling only slightly as she moved closer to him. Her hips twisted and Loro felt his tongue grow heavy in his mouth and his throat tighten. Water rolled off of her in sensuous waves and Loro knew he was lost. She looked up at him, her mischief laden eyes sparkling with joy at seeing his discomfort. Loro's discomfort was almost touching her stomach, a foot and a half away from him. She glanced down and her lips twisted into a wry smile. She stepped forward, pressing into his hard erection with her moist body, drenching the thin shorts he wore. Loro groaned again as the rest of the nights events began to catch up with him. He needed to cum. "Yes Loro." She asked, her voice still husky with passion and Loro cursed whatever gods he could think of. His body needed sex, at the same time he had responsibilities. "Me. You. Nic. Going to Earth. Tomorrow morning. Be there." He managed to gasp out. His massive chest was rising and falling in impassioned bursts and every cell in his body told him to grab her, lift her onto his staff and rail her while the rest of the pool house listened to her and the pure joy he brought to her. "You seem to be having a problem Loro? Tell me, I'll help you with it if you want." Her pink tongue poked out of her lush lips and ran them invitingly over them. Her hand swayed and brushed the head of his dick in a brief motion so fast he thought he imagined it. His dick jumped hard, stretching the loose materials until it was nearly ready to break. "Raven are you coming back to us?" A voice called out from the pool she had emerged from like some primordial goddess arising from the ocean, A bank of fog had covered their nude bodies thankfully for Loro's already overloaded senses. "I think so." She called back in her normal voice. She looked at him and slowly winked before spinning slowly, running her hips over his erection before strutting a way, her hips swaying dramatically. Loro couldn't tear his eyes off of her round tight ass. He swore he could bounce a gold piece off of that ass. She took a step into the bath and looked over her shoulder at him, her hair partially obscuring an eye. "Unless you want me to go with you tonight?" "Ughhh." Loro grunted out and turned and walked quickly away before he caved into the beautiful siren. He had responsibilities, he couldn't falter now, at the earliest stages of the operation. He had to find the twins and tell them what was happening and then he needed to sleep. Loro just wished that doing his job didn't leave him blue balling anymore.

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Title: (WIP) First Time (Story) by AnimeMuch Tags: Author, Bear, Bears, Boy, Comedy, M/M, Male, WIP, blonde, furry, writing As I make my way down the streets in the cold I realise I have totally lost track of where I was heading. Darkness has suddenly settled in and night finally came around. I click the red phone, which was the hang up button on my mobile to check the time. A black screen pops up and the date and the time came up, 19:34. I had a late lunch at college, but I was still a little hungry because I hadn't had dinner yet. Unfortunately, the trains were down, so I had to walk home. College didn't finish until 5:30 in the afternoon on Fridays, and I would normally make my way to the train station and to walk home. Sadly, my parents were out on the weekend, so I doubt they would pick me up. In my head, I repeated, 'This is just like some cliché plot in some erotic novel', but I tried to wipe my mind away from that. I fiddle with the circular play and pause button on my iPod shuffle with my thumb. Gracefully moving my thumb around in circles and pressing the forward button as a song came on that I didn't feel like listening to as the MP3 player was on shuffle. It's been 2 hours and I hadn't gotten anywhere, I was quite lost. I should have gone for a taxi, but they'd cost a lot of money. Then again as long as I got home I wouldn't care. I frantically looked around where I was to see if there was any route I could take. I was in a small town now that I think about it. At least I'm off the road side now. I carry on looking around and I spot houses, a few small shops and a petrol station about 30 feet away. I slow stumble into one of the small shops which seem to be a small building full of sushi, steaks, burger meat, and ready-cooked meals, all of those sorts. I pause my MP3 player and take my head phones out of my ears and stuff them into my coat pocket. I lean on my front toes and cuneiforms and I continue my way towards the drink section and picking up a small bottle of coca-cola. God knows why I would drink a cold drink during winter, but all I cared about was a drink and something worth drinking. I look around the store to see if there were anything else around, and I noticed, there weren't many people around, especially once I got into the town, I rarely saw people. The only person I have seen tonight was the cashier, he seemed friendly but, he looked around in his late early 20's, other than me, just turning 18 just a few months back. I soon exit the store; the cold air hit me like a punch in the face. My hand froze around the bottle of coke I held in my left hand as I struggled to put my headphones back in. I never realised how much I missed the warmth until I got outside. I should appreciate the things I have in life more, I thought to myself. As soon as I forwarded songs I didn't want on, I began walking. Until I suddenly stopped in my tracks. A creepy song, from an anime known as School Days came on. My brain began to function and turned into paranoid mode. I forwarded the song as fast as I could and tried to change to a happy and upbeat song. Though my mind kept playing tricks on me. Every now and then I would look behind me. If people weren't here when I got into town, then I doubt there'd be anyone behind me, let alone stalking me. Though your brain is a powerful thing when you're scared. I look back at my phone once more as I continue to forward songs. 19:47. Song after song was still creepy and horrifying. I suddenly gave up and turned off my iPod and tried to pay attention to my surroundings. Suddenly, a light suddenly flashed in front of me, I looked next to me. I walked straight past a pub. Not just any pub though, it was a gay pub. My heart jumped a little bit as I questioned myself if I should head in or not. The sign behind the door said they were open until 2am, so I decided to see if I should look inside. They could be nice to closeted bisexuals, I thought. I tremble my way towards the door. Luckily, the door had a window in it, so I looked inside. I plant my arms above my head and put them on the window, pressing my forehead onto it to try and look inside. It looked calm. A ton of large men though. My heart pounded as I began to feel intimidated. All I wanted was directions or a lift home at least, thought going in a stranger's car is asking for trouble such as murder, rape or possibly both. Thought sayings go, you cannot rape the willing. I suddenly hear a grunt behind me. My eyes widen as I look into the window reflection, I see 5 huge guys standing behind me, a wolf wearing a tank top, loose jeans and a collar around his neck, a lion which was shirtless and wore ¾ length camouflage trousers, a tiger wearing an average red shirt and short trousers and wore a leather cap on his head, a leopard that wore a black shirt which matched his fur colour, long jeans that wrinkled and piled over his shoes and a bear, wearing a white shirt and camouflage trousers, thought under his shirt you could see outlines of a four piece leather harness. The bear was a whole lot taller than the four in front of him, and it turned out the grunt came from him. My face burned a crimson red, totally embarrassed and shocked, and I suddenly move to the side, bowing multiple times, "I'm so sorry", sheepishly holding back fear in my throat. The wolf and tiger both snigger to each other as they walk in, the lion and leopard both look at each other looking slightly confused and dumbfounded. Suddenly, as the four go on inside, the bear slowly follows them from behind. He towered the four, including me. The four mammals had quite a heavy and muscular build, as the bear had a muscular build but had quite a chubby belly. He winces down at me and looks at me with his dark brown eyes. I feel my eyes begin to widen and I feel slightly dizzy. His eyes were beautiful. They shined as the door opened and I couldn't look away. He winced down at me as it seemed like a few seconds. He then carried on walking and made his way into the bar. It was like he didn't want to acknowledge me. Though, I didn't blame him. I looked inside again and saw the back and bums of the 5 of the furs that walked in. I looked away quickly to avoid looking at them. Even the sight of the bear made my heart throw itself up in my throat. I didn't think I was worthy enough to even think of him. After a little while I checked my phone again. It was 20:04, I decided to just walk in and take a seat in the back and plan ahead of what I should do. Instead of walking I take a few steps in and freeze. The whole place had their eye on me. I felt like an outcast. My brain was jumbled and I didn't know what to say. Two wolves from a nearby table holding a pint of beer eyed me. One of them leaned on his elbows towards me, "Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You're cute, pull up a chair next to us and we can talk for a bit, how does that sound?" I didn't know what to say and I didn't know how that sounded. All I thought was this isn't how people greet each other and that they can't be this friendly. "Ah, I- Uh, Gh-", I begin to throw up word vomit, not sure of what to say in a place like this. I decided to turn my back and go towards the back of the room. As I turn around flustered and embarrassed I accidentally ploughed myself into the back of a chair where a bear was sitting. Little did I know it was the bear from outside a few minutes ago. He looked behind him with a confused look on his face, and it looked like he was going to challenge me to a fight. I gasp deeply and back away. "I-I'm so sorry! A-again, Agai--" I continue to back away and I speed walk to the other side of the room and tried to get out of sight from any other fur or person. Sadly that didn't happen, but I was able to get a table to myself. I sulk a little and beat myself up about how shy I am. A little while later I feel something press against the couch I was sitting on at the table. I thought nothing of it and tried not to make eye contact. "Wow! What a night is it, right?" a deep voice rumbled beside me and I feel a presence of something landing on the head of the couch behind me. I shook it off and tried to ignore them. The person talking was obviously quite drunk and tried to make friends with everyone. "Hello? You there?" I feel something quite sharp press again my cheek, I burned down deep inside trying my best to brush them aside. "Please! Stop! I'm trying to ignore you!!" I turn my head to them, bursting out fairly loudly. I stare at a nearby bear sitting next to me. His fur was a lighter version of the one that was outside. He seemed shorted, a little younger and a little more carefree. He didn't seem drunk. He seemed like the hyper type that liked everyone. He gives a manly bear like giggle and pokes my nose with his paw, which felt like soft leather. "Hurr hurr hurr, when ignoring people you don't respond, my dear cub." All I could do was glare at him. Not in a nasty way. Just in an annoyed way to show what I'm feeling. I put my elbow on the table and rest my chin and cheek in my hand, looking forward once again. "That was quite a performance you did when you came in, wasn't it, little one?" he gives a big hearty laugh. I sighed a little and glare at myself in the reflection of the window in front of us. I blinked a few times, thinking he'd go away if I just ignored him, though this clearly wasn't working. "Hey... Pup... You can't ignore me again if you already said something to me..." his maw was right up to my ear. He purred deeply and I could feel he had a smile on his face. I quickly stand up and leave my seat and table. "I'm getting a drink!" I shout back at him in response. I storm my way over to the counter where the bartender was serving. Not surprisingly, it was another bear. While he was serving other customers, I looked around, seeing the titles such as "The Bear Inn", in my mind I thought of it as the name of the pub, which made sense why most of the customers were bears. "Excuse me, sir. Is there anything you would like?" I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I snap back to turn to the bartender standing in front of me. He wore a white apron and had ear rings all over his ear and a silver stud on his left eyebrow. He seemed like a lovely guy from the way his face looked. He looked so calming and had a brilliant smile. "Can I have some coke, please?" I ask, looking down onto the desk, seeing carving to phone numbers, messages and even a game of noughts and crosses. "Sure, that's £5 please" He smiles and takes out a pint glass, and pours ice into it. I shiver a little as I hear how much it cost. I didn't have enough coins for that so I took out my wallet. I open it up to hopefully see at least a £5 note. My eyes tear up a little and I face palm myself. The bear that was at my table came back holding my half a bottle of coke. "You can't get away from me with a stunt like that!" he gives another hearty chuckle and he puts his furry arm around me. I could tell he used a lot of conditioner because it felt so soft. "What's wrong?" He looked at me puzzled. I give him my wallet filled with £10 notes and a few £20's. He looked even more confused and nudged me. "Why are you upset about that? Now you can treat me to a drink" he gives another hearty laugh. I could tell he liked to laugh a lot and that he was only joking. But if I knew I had this much money sooner I could have gotten a taxi and would have been home by now. "I'm such a blonde... I could have been home if I knew I had that much" I signed and growled in frustration. "Oh, the trains were down, right?" he asked me and gave me a nudge with his elbow. "Yep... I don't even know how to get home, it's why I came in here to ask if anyone could give me directions" I pulled my head on the counter and the bartender knelt down to my eye level. "Hey... I think Kuma has a truck. I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping someone like you out, he might even do it for a few pounds if you don't live far" He bartender gives me a reassuring smile and looks up to the bear next to me. I look to the bear beside me and he gets me into a small light headlock and ruffles my head. "You see? Don't stress, lil' bud! The Big Bad Bear, Kuma can get you home! So just relax! I'm sure he wants to drink a few with his friends, lighten up a bit then will get you a taxi home with him and his friends!" He gives a deep snigger and strokes my face. "Which one is Kuma, may I ask?" I get out of the headlock and look around. "The one you bumped into" the bartender winks at me and stands tall once more and serves a needy customer nearby. I swallow hard and my lower tummy and crotch begin to tingle. It wasn't the sort of tingle I'd get when being horny. It was an odd feeling, and I'd never experienced this before. Is this the saying of getting butterflies in your stomach? But surely it'd be higher up. "By the way, my name is Curtis." The bear next to me stands tall and mighty, putting his hands on his side. "Mine is Darren, nice to meet you. Can you tell us yours?" The bartender comes back to have the chat with us again. "My name is Stuart, it's nice to meet you two" I smile softly. "Great, but... Can you pay me now, please? Your coke is here still..." Curtis gave the vibe that he felt rude, his voice was a little low and quiet. I hand him my £10 and down the cola on the counter. Darren soon comes back with the £5 and I stuff it into my wallet, walking back with Curtis to my table at the back. "Oh, hey, Stuart! Just to say, I'll talk to Kuma for you about the ride home!" he calls back over to me. I didn't feel like looking back, Kuma would have turned around to me if he heard his name and saw me look back.

FSE

New Found Friend Alex panted in the bushes, deep breaths, in and out, tongue lolling from her mouth. She'd just barely managed to slip out of her window before her parents had come upstairs and made their way into her room. Alex couldn't let them see what their son had become. She was still male, sort of. It was hard to argue against it with the massive sack that hung between her legs with testicles somewhere between a basketball and a beach ball. The cold air and her fear had finally made her erection die down. The fact that she was in the open air and no longer inhaling large amounts of her own male and female erotic scents probably helped some as well. The eight foot tall canine anthro was thankful for her black coat, it helped her blend in with the darkness. She had run at first, but soon had to stop with that as her six massive beach ball sized breasts bumped against each other, making her drip milk and rub against her member, further drawing out the lustful desires of her freakish form. Alex had to actively concentrate to keep her hands off herself. She had both male and female instincts and found her own form to be incredibly beautiful. On an instinctive level, anyway. Her leather palmed handpaws gripped her rounded belly. That was the one advantage to being so big. She had the strength to pull herself away from her dog's canine not, though not before he'd cum into her. Alex's belly had been rapidly expanding the past few minutes, though with what she wasn't sure. Possibly plain 'ol puppies, possibly some sort of human-dog hybrid like she herself had become, or possibly even something that wasn't canine or human. What she hated the most wasn't her animal inflicted pregnancy, the near unstoppable lust, or the massively muscled, oversexed, furry form. But rather it was the fact that it all felt so good. Even without the almost constant sexual pleasure, her new body felt wonderful. Even carrying what was likely half her body weight in tits and cock, she had managed to cover half the distance between her house and her destination in less than a minute. It hadn't even winded her. The only reason she was panting was due to her nervousness and dread about what she was about to do. If it weren't for the girly parts of the body, the constant need for sex, and the fact that she could hit herself in the chin with her erection, that and the fact she'd be treated like a freak for the rest of her life, Alex could see herself possibly keeping the canine form. Big, strong, and athletic, all things that his string bean-like build would never allow him, now her, to be. But being locked up in a lab for the rest of her natural life wasn't something that appealed to her at all. Even if she could remove the offending aspects, all she wanted to do was be human again. And in order to do that, she needed the black stone idol that was jammed up inside of her. It was far too deep for her to reach by herself, and she only knew one person who wouldn't call animal control at the sight of her; the National Enquirer, maybe, but not any sort of real authority. Anything weird, gross, or of a semi-supernatural nature fell well into Robby's domain, and Alex was pretty sure that what she was going to ask fell into the realm of all three. -o- "Okay, you're going back in your cage, you brat." Robby said, retrieving his wireless mouse from the grip of his ferret. "You don't get up on my computer desk, Tesla." The young teen said, holding up the ferret so the two were face to face. A loud tap at the window made Robby jump and momentarily loosen his grip on Tesla. The albino ferret took advantage and hopped down onto the bed and darted into the gap between bed and wall, making his way to the floor. Robby turned toward the window, where the sound repeated, quieter this time. He opened the window and leaned outside. "I have instant messenger, you know. The whole noise at the window thing is so archaic." He said, peering into the darkness to try and find the mysterious tapper. "Umm... Robby, don't be freaked out," rumbled a deep, yet feminine voice in the dark. The creature stepped forward, seven or eight feet in height, covered from head to toe in shaggy black fur. Robby gasped in awe, "It's a Bigfoot!" he gasped. Alex blinked a few times, "What? No, I'm not a Bigfoot, I'm... OW!" A blinding light made the canine recoil. "A space alien, then! Right in my backyard, wow!" Robby said, holding up the digital camera to take another picture. "Stop it! I'm not an alien or a mutant or anything like that! I'm Alex, dammit, and I need your help trying to figure out what the hell happened to me!" A baseball bat was poked out the window menacingly, "How do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know you're not going to grab me and bite my head off the first opportunity you get?" Alex sighed and stepped closer to the light, her huge breasts becoming quite obvious. "I don't think I get the proper positioning to bite your head off with six of these damned things in the way!" she growled. "Tell me something only Alex would know." The geeky teen said, his eyes roaming over the powerful, hypersexual form of the mostly female creature in front of him. "You keep printouts of elf porn on top of one of the ceiling tiles in the bathroom." Alex said, arms crossed over her breasts as best she could. Robby sighed with relief, "Okay, you're definitely Alex. C'mon in." he said, stepping back from the window. The canine looked at the window, then down at her massive belly, which seemed to have grown several inches in diameter In the past few minutes. "I... uh...." if she hadn't been covered in fur, her blush would have been evident, "I think I'm too pregnant to fit through the window. Can you open the back door and let me in through there?" "Pregnant?! Dude, you must've been abducted by aliens! Kidnapped, transformed into some sort of human-alien hybrid sex slave, and impregnated with their spawn that will one day rise and rule the Earth!" Alex clenched her teeth, "I wasn't abducted and impregnated by aliens." She said, and then mumbled something unintelligible. "What was that?" Robby asked, putting a hand to his ear. The canine sighed and repeated the statement a fraction of a decibel louder. "Still can't hear you." "I said my dog jumped on my back and fucked me!" she growled, beginning to tear up. "Woah, trans-species pregnancy! That's aweso... err..." Robby stopped when he saw the look on his transformed friend's face. "Well... I guess not. Let's get you inside so I can get a better look at you. And you really HAVE to tell me how this happened. Some sort of mutagenic compound? Is your dog the carrier of some weird sort of new virus? No, no, don't tell me, I'll hear it once you get inside." -o- "So your dog dug up some sort of ancient artifact, and then you started to change when you took it into your room and... you know, I guess that kinda makes it true what they say; if you whack it too much you get hairy palms." Robby said with a grin. Alex snorted in disgust, but she couldn't help but giggle a little, which made her breasts shake a bit, tiny droplets of milk leaking from her breasts. Alex sucked air through her teeth; she was very full of milk and would likely need to empty herself out soon before she started leaking everywhere. "Yeah, pretty much. I... can't reach the thing, and need it pulled out of me. If anyone can figure out how to work the thing, it'd be you." The canine said, her head lowered. "Alright," Robby chuckled, rolling up his sleeve, "On all fours and spread 'em." Alex blinked a few times, "You're not grossed out at all by this?" Robby shook his head, "No way! This is the coolest thing to ever happen to me; investigating the mysterious and unknown in the name of science and discovery. And considering how nerdy I am, do you honestly think I'm going to miss an opportunity to actually..." The human's words tapered off as Alex scowled at him. But she did as he said, getting onto all fours, legs spread, tail raised. Her hypersexual form had already begun to grow aroused at the merest prospect of having something inside of her. "Geez, you're dripping wet already." Robby said with surprise. "Yeah, I'm like that. This stupid body wants to fuck all the time." The canine sighed, "We might want to take this to the bathroom. I just about flooded my room the last time I came. Geez, it was leaking out into the hall when I left. Dammit, even if my parents don't send me to the middle of nowhere after the find me like this, I'm so going to be grounded for the mess I made." "Nah, don't worry about it. Mom and Dad made sure that my room had both tile and a floor drain when we moved after I stained the walls, ceiling, and carpet at our old place with my chemistry experiments. I'll just run the hose in through the window if it doesn't drain." Robby said, and then paused. "Wait, flooded like a few inches deep?" he asked, pressing his fingers up again Alex's netherlips. The canine's strong sexual muscles clutched at his fingers, eager to pull anything inside for stimulation. "Yeah, a good couple of inches." Alex admitted, stifling a moan. "Even if your balls and breasts are totally filled with fluid, there isn't enough in them to fill a room like that. And you're a hell of a lot bigger. That much mass requires you to get energy from somewhere." Robby pushed his hand in, only to suddenly find himself pulled in to the shoulder as Alex's eager cunt gripped him. The dog anthro moaned, beginning to buck her hips. Her thick canine prick began to push out of her sheath. Suppressed as best she could for so long, her lustful need returned with a vengeance. Robby felt around inside Alex, finding a tight, muscular ring barring any further passage. "Umm... It's either not in here, or it's gone so far in that it's inside your womb now." He said, "It's too far in for me to get it out." "Mmm... dammit." She growled, "Then get your hand out of there before this stupid dog-slut body decides to never let you go. Fuck, that feels so good." Getting his arm free was easier said than done. His own strength wasn't enough to pull it free. Robby had to brace himself and put one foot on Alex's furred rump and push off to free himself from the lockdown. "Dammit." Alex sighed, plopping down onto her rump. Her hand slipped between her legs seemingly of its own will, furred fingers plunging deep into her needy snatch. "Umm... that artifact thing, you said once you brought it into the room it looked a lot like your dick does now, right?" Robby asked. "Y-yeah..." Alex panted. "And it had runes right above that round bit that's thicker than the rest?" The canine nodded. "Umm... I don't know how, but it looks like your penis has some runes on it. They're weird looking, never seen anything like them before." Alex tried to look, but her tits blocked the way. "Wh-what do they look like?" she asked. "Well, kind of like veins. The flesh puffs out a little bit. There's a couple that are glowing. Like this one right here." Robby brushed his fingers over the rune, the touch sending a pleasured shiver through Alex's body. Several cups of thick precum dribbled from the tip of her member. "Mmm.... Robby, keep rubbing it. It... feels so good." The canine said shyly. The scent of her arousal filled the air. Even something with a comparatively weak sense of smell, like say a human, could detect it. She could also smell something else in the air, something that was like a merging of two familiar scents. "Okay, well, that one stopped glowing. There's about half a dozen more. Let's see what happens if I activate this one. Alex went limp as a strange, orgasmic sensation flooded her body. Her cock was glowing. The light was brightest on one side of it, the intensity shifted slowly, lighting up various parts of the room before it stopped on Tesla. The ferret had returned to his cage and had been watching the two bipeds for several minutes. He yawned and curled up in his hammock, the light apparently having had no effect. "Okay, that one's still glowing and it looks like two more have lit up. There's a big one and a little one." Alex looked down. She couldn't see the runes, but thankfully her cock had stopped glowing. That was really weird. And now she had a sensation like there was something stuck inside it, something that wanted to be let out. Her eyes widened as something clicked in her mind. She recognized the scent. Robby had one hand on her cock; the other was between his legs, absentmindedly rubbing himself through his pants. Alex wasn't the only one turned on by this. She hated it, feeling helpless to control herself. But then again.... it felt so nice when Robby touched her. He hadn't freaked out at all about anything that had happened to her. Her freakish body was almost tolerable when he was with her. She'd be okay, just as long as she had someone that treated her like a person, and not a monster. Her lips parted, she wanted to hug Robby to her, kiss him deeply. She wanted to tear his clothes off and rub her cock against his bare skin. She wanted his cock inside of her. Though comparatively small, she knew that just the presence of it inside of her would give her great pleasure. She raised a hand, about to grab the human and shred his clothes. But her actions were halted as Robby's fingers pushed the larger of the new runes. Alex had been nowhere near release, but she felt the now familiar warm pressure rocketing through her. Gallons of seed flowed forth from her, drenching the room in a sticky deluge. Robby's hand brushed across several more runes, causing a second climax to rock Alex's body. It was nearly a minute before the gushes of thick semen stopped flowing. "Pbth." Robby spat, trying to get the stuff off his lips. He was coated just about from head to toe in Alex's gooey cum. "I can see how your room got flooded." He said, removing his glasses. "I'm so sorry!" Alex panted, horrified. "Nah, don't worry about it. This is nothing compared to singed hair and burned off..." his words were halted by a loud moan. The seed on his skin and clothes vanished, leaving him perfectly clean. "Oooh.... I feel..." Robby giggled, "Pretty horny." Alex gasps as she saw the coloration vanish from Robby's skin and hair. "Oh shit, Robby, I... think you're changing too." Alex said, wincing, "I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!" Robby laughed, his voice more feminine, "Don't worry about it. It'll make whatever this is... mmm..." he removed his shirt, short clawed hands running over eight nipples, "A lot easier to study. Alex watched as her friend's proportions began to change. Some features pushed out in places, other being pulled inward. In a few seconds Robby had gone from an awkward, gangly male teen to a stunning, graceful looking adult female. Female save for the bulge in her jeans. Robby began to grow, her thin frame thickening with powerful muscle. Alex watched as she went from gangly teen, to lithe dancer, to powerful swimmer, to gym junkie, to champion bodybuilder, to seemingly the muscular peak that her body could provide. She grew taller still, but didn't seem to get much larger; six additional inches of height appearing between shoulders and waist. Alex's tail wagged at the sight of Robby's breasts, already D cups that seemed well on their way to equaling the dog's own. The transforming human managed to pull her hands off of herself long enough to remove increasing tight pants, the growing bulge starting to become a little painful. Alex licked her lips as Robby's bright pink cock glistened with precum in the open air. Robby looked at Alex with red eyes, her face slowly pushing forward into a cute weasely muzzle, her ears rounded and moved higher on her head. "You're.... so pretty." Alex said shyly, reaching out with a large handpaw, stroking Robby's silvery hair. With the other she lifted the increasingly ferret-like human up inot the air, allowing her to remove her clothes before she grew too big to fit inside them. The canine found herself suddenly pounced by her friend, Robby's muzzle pressed against her own Basketball sized breasts pressing against her beyond beachball sized, milk filled breasts. "Fill me up." Robby whispered, her long, furry tail tickling Alex's member. "I've got the same parts you do, let's experiment and see if the effects are the same, or if you were just a special case." The ferret flopped back onto the bed, the cum that had settled there seeming to seep into her body, accelerating her change. Her growth accelerated, and in a few moments she was taller than Alex, but far lighter. Silver-white fur spread over her pale skin. She looked up at Alex with large red eyes, clawed handpaws crossed on the first of four pairs of beachball sized breasts. Breasts that looked all the larger attached to Robby's comparatively slight frame. She looked so cute. Alex stroked the ferret's pink member, about the size of a large fire extinguisher, positioned over pumpkin sized balls. She didn't look to be getting any bigger or more ferret-like. Her changes seemed complete. Alex guided the tip of her titanic member between Robby's legs, pushing forward gently, finding the welcoming wetness of new netherlips. The canine entered her gently; making sure the ferret's body could accommodate the massive length and girth. Though Robby's body bulged with the presence, the ferret seemed to be in no discomfort at all from the penetration. She was definitely enjoying it. Alex was enjoying it as well. She blushed, realizing that this was her first time having sex. She didn't count the... thing... with Levi. That had been an instinctual thing she couldn't help. It wasn't real lovemaking. She gasped softly as her body seemed to decide that it was time to unleash the result of her rut. There was a sudden wetness between her thighs, one that she instinctively recognized as far different from her arousal. The muscles of her femsex moved in a way that she had not yet experienced. Alex clenched her teeth, feeling her offspring shift inside of her. She tensed, readying herself for the pain that was supposed to accompany the birth. But the pain never came. Instead there was a strange sort of pleasure, not quite sexual, but of a deeply visceral nature. The pleasured moans of her mustelid lover joined with the soft whimpers of Alex's firstborn. The huge canine shivered, her body tensing as her first child slipped down onto the bed. Her tension increased as she was quickly drawn to climax. The sheer mass of her seed making Robby's belly swell and grow rounded, like her own. She pulled free quickly, a large amount of cum leaking from Robby as she did so. The canine anthro shifted her weight carefully, picking up her puppy. Puppy was the right word for her offspring. Much bigger than a human child, the wet, furry bundle was nearly two and a half feet tall and a bit more developed. Though the oversizing of the head and limbs was present, it was muted a bit. The newborn pup was humanoid, but lacked proper hands, her fingers short and stubby, her thumbs nonexistent. She was, like her mother, a hermaphrodite, and unlike any other newborn, she had sexual characteristics. The pup looked like her mother in miniature, well muscled, six breasts, a large cock and balls. But the face was more canine than human. Alex felt her anger at her mating fade away as she looked into her pup's hazel eyes. She brought her daughter to her breast, allowing the pup to nurse. Alex moaned softly as her body tensed again, felt a second pup enter the birth canal. She knew she wouldn't change herself back, even if she could. Not until her babies were big enough to not need her milk. Though she didn't know how long that was. Puppies only needed to nurse for a few weeks, human children for months or years. "Here, I'll help." Said an out of breath Robby, one hand on her belly and a smile on her face. "I felt it. I can feel them growing, though I don't know if it's because I'm hyperfertile, or because you're also hyperfertile as a male. We'd need to have a third individual involved to see if I impregnate like this without you being involved." Robby said, catching Alex's second puppy and gently tugged her free, handing her up to her mother to join her sister in nursing. The canine smiled, a sort of waking sleepiness coming over her as her babies suckled from her. For some reason Robby seemed incredibly excited by the transformation, eager to study something new and unique. She was happy, and that made Alex happy. And she wanted to make her puppies happy. All three of them, three tiny mouths drawing out her milk. Her belly felt strange without the presence of growing life inside. Transformed in a creature that virtually embodied fertility, it made sense that she would be made to instinctively crave to breed. She laid back on the tiny, human sized bed, resting her head atop Robby's growing belly as the ferret scratched her behind the ears in a way that made her tail wag. Or try to, as it was between her and the bed. A fourth breast began to be suckled at as a soft, furred muzzle and a rough, ferret tongue found the mark. "Mmm... Robby, keep doing that, it feels so good." "Doing what?" Robby asked, sitting up, her voice coming from the opposite side. Though flexible she wasn't THAT flexible. Robby sat up, Alex unable to do so without disturbing her puppies. "Umm..." Robby said, pausing, "Uhh.... it looks like your semen has some sort of transformative effect; Tesla's kind of humanoid and about the size of one of your pups." Alex's eyes widened, "Oh shit!" -o- Elsewhere a trio of hermaphroditic Newfoundland-human hybrids snuggled together, bellies slowly swelling with new life.

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Title: How Long Could You Resist? Tags: brother sister incest, brother sister sex, brother, sister, anal, sibling How long could you take it? In retrospect, I think I held out longer than most could. Growing up on a ranch in the early sixties was tough. It was a lot of hard work, long hours . . . and it didn't help that our dad was raising my sister and I by himself. Our mother died of cancer when I was fourteen. That wasn't easy, but we made it through. The other thing about growing up on a ranch was learning about the birds and bees early on, and coming to understand that sex was a part of life. In fact, it was a huge part of life—the animals, I mean. Watching a bull or a stud horse in action was nothing unusual. And helping cows and mares give birth just came with the territory. My sister, Fran, who was younger than me by a year, was a late bloomer. By the time she was fifteen, her breasts were little more than nubs. "I'll never get boobs." She'd pout while looking down at herself. Of course, I'd laugh at her, but not out loud. I didn't want to make her feel any worse than she did already. If you think boys can become obsessed with boobs, you haven't met my sister. At least once a month, she'd come to me, stick out her chest and ask, "Well, do you see any change yet?" When I'd just shrug, she'd pout and say "Nah, me either." By the time she turned sixteen though, she had developed some boobs, even though they weren't much. "Guess what?" She'd ask me as if she was going to share some exciting secret. "What?" She poked out her chest proudly and her eyes lit up, "I'm getting boobs." "Getting is the right word." That wouldn't dampen her spirits though, "Oh, do you think they're going to get even bigger?" "Judging by mom, I'd say that's a distinct possibility." Our mom had very large and shapely breasts. "God! I can't wait." \* \* \* It wasn't always about boobs though. My sister had always been very open and plain spoken about sexual matters, too much so for a teenage boy to have to listen to. "My god, look at the dong on that horse." She'd say with a giggle when one of our studs would drop is dong to piss. "My God! Imagine what that's going to feel like to our mares." Needless to say, she kept me hornier than a stallion with three mares in heat. I jacked off so much, my dick had blisters on it. Fran wasn't a supermodel. She didn't have a face to die for, but she had a smile that could melt stone, and eyes that could make the stars blush. And by eighteen, she had grown a very nice chest full of 34 DDs. I noticed—despite my best efforts not to. Hell, how could I not notice? She never wore a bra on the ranch. She said she hated wearing them, that she loved feeling her boobs sway and bounce. She most often wore tube tops, or halters that left little to the imagination. She caught me staring all the time, and each and every time, she'd poke out her chest and grin from ear to ear. \* \* \* When sisters walk in on their brothers while they're jacking off, they should get as embarrassed as their busted brothers, apologize, and then exit quickly—not Fran. The afternoon she walked in on me, she giggled and said, "Don't stop on my account." I quickly pulled a pillow over my crotch, "Sis! Get the hell out of here . . . and close the door on your way out." But instead of leaving, she walked right over to the edge of my bed. "I just wanted to know what you want for supper." "I don't care. Just leave . . . please." "Is that a Penthouse or a Playboy?" She asked as she leaned over and twisted her head for a better view of the centerfold I'd been using for inspiration. "Fran! I'm going to beat your ass if you don't get out of here." She giggled, "No you won't. That would require you getting up . . . and losing the pillow. I almost lost it when I saw my sister grabbed her boobs. And then she said in a sexy voice, "Now, about supper . . . how would you like me to fix some nice, plump, juicy boneless breasts . . . of chicken?" And she laughed and walked out without waiting for me to respond. I was embarrassed enough to slit my own throat right there and then. \* \* \* On Friday, I drug my tired self in after a long day of mending fences. Dad was gone to auction for the weekend. As I was walking up the stairs, Fran called after me, "Better hurry and clean up. Supper is almost ready." I was too tired to eat, but I felt a little revived after my shower, so I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed downstairs. My sister was just putting the food on the table. She'd fixed my favorite, steak with baked beans and Mexican corn. When I saw her pull the tea pitcher out of the fridge, I stopped her. "I think I'd rather have a beer." I wasn't just having a beer because our dad was away. He didn't care if we drank beer, as long we did it at home. He always kept a good supply on hand. I remembered back to the first time I tasted beer. I was fifteen, and dad and I had just finished a long hard day of chasing down cattle to doctor them for pink eye. After washing up, he grabbed two beers out of the fridge and handed me one. "Son, there's nothing better than a nice cold beer after a hard day's work." "Hey, what about me?" Fran scolded. Dad looked a bit shocked. "Oh, you've had a hard day too, huh?" "If you'd take the time to look around, you wouldn't have to ask." And then she listed off all the things she'd done that day—things like washing the sheets, waxing the dining room floor, feeding the orphan calf, "Oh, and cooking your damn breakfast and supper." Dad just chuckled and said, "Pardon me, little filly. Go on, help yourself." So she did. \* \* \* After supper, Fran suggested I go find us something to watch on television while she did the dishes. With only three channels, and only two of those that came in clearly, there wasn't much to choose from, so I ended up watching Gunsmoke. When my sister came into the living room, she handed me another beer. I knew she didn't much care for Gunsmoke, but there wasn't anything else on that I cared to watch. When she sat down and popped the top on a can of beer, she asked "Well, is this it?" "It's all that's on, sorry." "No, silly. I mean is this the episode when Matt Dillon is finally going to try to get into Miss Kitty's panties?" I spit beer all over my bare legs. When I could, I scolded her, "You know that's never going to happen . . . not on TV anyway." She laughed, "You're right about that." And then after fifteen minutes of silence, she said "Todd?" "Yes" "When you're show is over, there's something I need to talk to you about, okay?" I could tell by her tone that it was something serious, so I told her "I'm not really into it. What's on your mind?" Before answering, she got up and turned off the TV, then went into the kitchen. She came back a few seconds later with a fresh beer for each of us. When she bent to set my beer on the coffee table, I got quite an eyeful of her awesome cleavage. I'm sure it didn't escape her notice, but she ignored it. That convinced me that, whatever was on her mind, it was indeed serious—at least to her. She sat on the other end of the couch and turned to face me. "The other evening when I walked in on you in your bedroom . . ." My face instantly began to flush, "Yeah, you were being a brat, so what about it?" "I'm . . . it's your dong. Is it normal for a boy's dong to be curved like that, I mean if a puss is straight and your dong is curved, how do you get it in?" It was lucky that I hadn't just taken a sip of beer, else it would have come flying out of my mouth and nose. It wasn't her using words like 'puss' and 'dong'. That's what we called animal's pussies and dicks on the ranch. But I had no idea that she'd gotten such a good look at my hard cock. I thought I'd covered up before she had. Right then, I had two problems. First, I'd never seen another boy's or man's cock hard, so I didn't know if it was normal. I just knew that my slender seven inch one did curve—dramatically. And secondly, I didn't know the answer to her other question either. I had no idea how sex would work with a curved cock. Her question made sense, but I just didn't have the answer, so I said, "I have no idea." "About which, it being normal, or how you get it in?" "About either. I just don't know." "But you and Lee Anne . . . how did you get it into her puss?" Now I was really stunned. My sister thought that I had fucked my former girlfriend, Lee Ann Bradley. I hadn't, so I told her "We never got that far." It was her turn to appear shocked. "Never? Not in two years? Not even once?" "No, not even once." And then I avoided looking at her by taking my beer from the table, opening it, and then taking a long swig. "So you're . . . you're a virgin just like me. Wow! I thought you two were doing the deed. Hell, everyone at school thinks so too." "Well, don't blame me for what others think. I never led them to believe that. She never let me do more than feel her up through her clothes." "What a prude! I can't imagine going with a boy for two years and not doing it with him. Hell, I'd be letting him inside my top within a couple of months—maybe after a couple of dates if I really like him." "I'll bet you would too." "Shit! I'll probably be in a bigger hurry to do it than he will." "Don't count on that, unless you're talking minutes instead of days, weeks, or months." "Yeah, mom told me that boys think about sex all the time. That's why they have to jack off so often—mind you, she was talking once or twice a day—not four or five times a day like you do—at least you do on Sunday. I don't know how many times you do it when you're away from the house." My mind slid right past the embarrassment of my sister knowing how much I jack off, and moved on to "You talked to mom about stuff like that?" Her expression turned somber and her tone did the same, "It was in her last . . . you know, when she knew she wasn't going to get better. She apologized for having 'the talk' with me so early and that she wouldn't be around to help me through it. We talked a lot in those weeks, and a lot of our talks were about sex. She told me about female masturbation too—that girls need to learn how to do it. She said it was a normal part of growing up and that I shouldn't feel guilty or ashamed for doing it. Just like with you, she said it was normal—no big deal." I was blown away. I couldn't imagine my mother talking like that—saying things like that. When I didn't respond, Fran added, "And she said it was okay to have sex before marriage too, as long as I really loved the boy—not just a schoolgirl crush, but if I really, really loved him. She even talked Dr. Thompson into giving me birth control pills when I turned sixteen—just in case I got into a situation and things got carried away." Again, I was too dumbfounded to respond. It seemed that my little sister knew a lot more about sex than I did. It was about that time that Fran let out a silly giggle. I followed her gaze to my lap and saw that I was hard and tenting my thin gym shorts. Honestly, I'd been so focused on the conversation, I wasn't even aware of it. I quickly pulled a pillow onto my lap and avoided looking at her. I downed the rest of my beer and asked her if she'd get me another. When I finally glance her way, she was grinning from ear to ear, and then she got a mischievous look on her face. "Nah, it's your turn. I fetched the last one." I scolded her with my eyes and she finally relented with a loud exhale, "Oh alright. I'll get them, but I don't see what you're so embarrassed about—so you've got a boner—big deal. We've been talking about sex, and you've been staring at my boobs for the last hour, so if you didn't have a boner, I would consider it an insult." When she returned and handed me a fresh beer, she shocked me once again. "You do know that I wear these tops just to get you horny, right?" "What!" She giggled, "I like knowing that I'm the reason you're up there in your room whacking off. It makes me feel like someone appreciates the way I look." "But I'm your brother, for Christ's sake." "I don't dwell on that. I just know that you're a boy, and you like looking at my body. It makes me feel good. And since it makes me feel good, and since it makes you horny, it's a win—win situation. It's the 'no harm, no foul" rule." "No harm . . . you're one crazy woman." "Oooooo I like that. I think that's the first time anyone has ever called me a woman." "It was just a figure of speech. Don't let it go to your head." "So, have I completed my mission yet? Are you ready to go up to your room and jack off, or do you need more time?" "Go to hell!" "Ahhhh don't be that way. You're more hung up than the sheets out on the clothes line. Oh, and by the way, I put your magazines in the drawer in your bedside table. There's no since hiding them under the mattress anymore since I know you have them . . . and what you use them for." And then she punctuated her last statement with a naughty giggle and an exaggerated jack off motion of her hand. "You're not my little sister. You're the devil." "Maybe, but I've got great boobs . . . finally." I rolled my eyes and took another swig of beer. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse—when I thought I couldn't get any more embarrassed, Fran said, "If you're not ready yet . . . if you need more stimulation, I'll let you see them. I'll even let you touch them if that will help." \* \* \* I've always considered myself to be strong, but after three or four beers and the conversation of the last hour, I was helpless—still totally embarrassed, but helpless. I finally managed to steal myself enough to say, "Okay, so I wouldn't mind seeing them." My younger sister didn't hesitate. She was topless in a flash. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me for a reaction, but I never looked up at her face. My eyes were glued to the first naked pair of tits I'd ever seen in person—and they were too awesome for words. They look heavy and luscious. After about two minutes, Fran asked, "Ready yet, or do you need to touch them first?" Her voice was throaty and serious. She wasn't teasing me or making fun of me. She was asking a serious question, and her tone reflected that. When I didn't respond right away, she added, "It's okay if you want to. I don't mind. In fact, I'm curious to see what it feels like when someone else touches them. I touch them all the time, but I don't think it's the same . . . at least I hope it isn't." At that moment, the fact that she was my sister never entered my mind. I wanted to touch those gorgeous tits more than anything in the world. I slid across the couch, closing the distance between us until I was within range, then I reached out. I was shaking all over, but I managed to put a hand on each of her gorgeous tits. My sister let out a pleasurable sigh, and after a few seconds, she said, "I knew it. I knew it would be different with someone else doing it. It feels wonderful. Please don't stop. I know you need to go upstairs, but please don't stop yet. Keep doing that for a little while before you go." I could barely discern her words. I was captivated by what I was doing—by what I was feeling. Her breasts were warm and heavy in my hands. Her nipples were taught and pressing against my palms. I had expected a woman's breasts to feel mushy, but these were firm—not hard—but definitely not mushy. After a couple of minutes, Fran asked me, "Are you ready yet?" I didn't want to stop, so I said "No, not quite." She let out a silly giggle, "Yes you are. You just don't want to stop. Am I right? Be honest." "Okay, so you're right. Don't rub it in." "I had no intention of rubbing it in. I'm enjoying it too, but it would feel better if you'd play with my nipples some." I immediately began playing with her nipples between my fingers. "Like that?" I asked earnestly. "A little harder. When I play with them, I like to do it a little harder. Pinch them a little and pull on them." I did as I'd been instructed, and soon, my sister began rolling her head from side to side. And then she tilted her head back and shuddered. I could see and feel her whole body convulsing. "Am I doing it wrong?" I asked her. She let out a throaty chuckle, "No, Todd, you're doing it too right. I just wet myself. You're doing it oh so right." I was astonished. I'd heard that women have orgasms too, but I had no idea what they were like. If this was it, I was amazed. It was both sexual and sensual—amazing, and I wanted to see it again and again. Apparently, my sister's orgasm was over. The only thing I had to judge by was my own, and I knew how sensitive I got after cumming. I assumed it was the same for her, so I released her nipples and sat back. It took a couple of minutes for her to lift her head up and look at me. "That was amazing. That's the first time I've ever cum without rubbing my puss. I knew having a boy's hands on my tits would be a fantastic feeling, but I never dreamed I could cum from it." I felt emboldened, and a bit proud. "I'm glad I could oblige." I half expected her to say something coy or playful or even sarcastic, but she didn't. Instead, she looked me right in the eyes and purred, "You did more than oblige, Todd, you made me cum. Thank you." "You're welcome." And I slid back to my end of the couch, picked up my beer and drained it. "Todd?" "Yes?" "It's your turn. I know you need to, so please do it now." "Do it?" I gulped. "Please don't go up to your room. Do it here. Do it for me. I really, really want to watch you do it . . . please." "Jack off?" I asked in what I'm sure was an astonished tone. She didn't hesitate, the husky tone still in her voice, her eyes just now returning to normal, "Yes, please do it for me." First, there was no doubt that I needed to, and second, her voice was so . . . pleading, so begging. My little sister was suddenly vulnerable. I'd never seen her vulnerable before. That almost put a damper on my eagerness to cum, but in truth, nothing could have done that. After at least two full minutes of contemplation, I stood up and started to remove my shorts, but my sister stopped me. "No, please . . . let me do it." And then she proceeded to ease the elastic band of my shorts out far enough from my body to pass over my curved boner. She slid them down my legs, and finally off my feet. I was naked from the waist down. "It's beautiful . . . it's awesome." She mumbled as she eased back and gawked at my twitching member. "Does it hurt when it's like that?" I chucked, "No, but it does yearn for attention." She finally laughed and then said, "Then what are you waiting for? Give it some damned attention." I had only stoked my throbbing cock ten or twelve times before I began feeling those familiar tingles of cum building in my balls and making its way to my cock. A few seconds later, I grunted loudly and began pumping cum into the air and onto my stomach, balls, thighs, and probably, the couch on either side of me. \* \* \* When I could, I turned to look at my sister. Her eyes were still wide with amazement. She returned my stare and finally said, still in that deep husky voice, "That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my life. I'll get you a washcloth and towel in a minute, but there's something I need to do first." "Oh, what's that?" "Baby, you made me cum, but now I need to really cum . . . cum hard. Please just give me a minute or two." "Whatever you need, just go for it." And with that, my sister laid her head back on the arm rest. She put her feet up on the couch and slid her toes under my thigh. Then, she spread her legs wide and began rubbing herself furiously through her panties. And then, she pulled her panties aside, and began plunging her fingers inside her puss. I was mesmerized by the sight before me. It didn't last long though. Soon my sister's hips were bucking up against her own hand. She was moaning, and I clearly heard the slurping sounds her fingers were making as they pistoned in and out of her puss. Soon, she gasped, her body became tense, and then she began to shudder all over. Her whole body convulsed before my eyes. I'd only seen such a thing once, a few minutes before, but I surely knew what it was. She was cumming—and much harder than before. We slept on the couch that night, me on the inside with my arm over her and my hand cupping her magnificent breast—her wiggling her bottom back against my crotch so firmly that I was afraid I might violate her backside. Of course, I didn't, and I was soon fast asleep. \* \* \* It was a bit awkward the next morning. I woke before she did, and I immediately began trying to will my hard cock to soften. Of course, I needed to pee, so it didn't. Finally, my sister stirred. "Good morning." She offered with a big yawn. "Yes it is, but not half as good as last night was." And then I heard her giggle. "Do you have a baseball bat in your pocket, or are you already up and ready for round two?" "Neither." I responded, "I need to pee and I can't because I have a morning woodie." "Does it hurt?" "A little." "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Yes, you can let me up." "Do you promise to come back with a blanket and snuggle?" When I returned, I spread a blanket over her beautiful naked body and then snuggled in behind her. It didn't take long for my cock to start responding to being pressed against her warm backside. My sister let out a slight giggle before saying, "This time, it's not a pee boner, so I assume you like being here with me like this." "Shut up and snuggle." "Yes, Sir." \* \* \* After a few minutes, my sister said "Todd?" "Yes?" "Can I touch it? I promise I won't do anything. I just want to see what it feels like." Truth be told, being up against her warm body like that, and holding her heavy tit in my hand, I was up for a lot more than simple touching. My curved cock was already twitching. "Help yourself." When her warm hand encircled my rigid member, I almost came right there and then. It was a good thing she didn't know what to do it, else I would have shot all over her ass. Actually, it was kind of nice—very erotic. She was just holding it, feeling it pulse in her hand. I noticed her breathing starting to quicken, and soon, I saw her other hand slide down, her knees part, and she began rubbing her pus. A few seconds later, her body began to quiver, and then the quivers turned into convulsions. She let out a low guttural moan and then became still. Shortly, she surprised me by saying in little more than a whisper, "This doesn't feel wrong to me. Does it to you?" I hadn't really thought about it. I shrugged, "I don't know. I do know that it feels good. I'm really enjoying it." "Good, then I want you inside me." My whole body stiffened. I couldn't believe that she'd just said that. When I didn't answer, she let out a silly giggle. "What?" I asked. "Just hearing me say it made your dong jump in my hand. He wants to, even if you don't. I think he has a mind of his own." After another bit of contemplation, I said, "I don't have a condom." "Mom hooked me up with birth control pills . . . but I haven't . . . shit, I haven't been taking them." "Then we can't do it, period, end of discussion." After a long silence, Fran said "Last semester, I was in the library reading about ancient cultures. Many of them used anal sex as birth control." I was flabbergasted, "Are you suggesting . . ." "It was just a thought." "Wouldn't it hurt like hell?" She shrugged, "I don't know. I do know that I put a finger in there sometimes when I'm whacking myself off, and that feels good." And then she giggled again, "Oh my, that got a reaction from your dong." And with that, she pulled away from me and slid to the floor. She turned and pulled back the blanket until she could see my twitching dong. A second later, she had her hand around it again. "Damn, Todd, just holding it has me so horny I can't help it. I want to feel you inside me." When she began slowly sliding her hand up and down my shaft, I was helpless. "I'm thinking it's gonna really hurt. It's a lot bigger than a finger." "And curved." She giggled. "I can't imagine what it would feel like in my puss, but I'm going to start taking my pills so I can find out soon." "You really want to do it, huh . . . with me—your brother, I mean?" "I told you, I don't dwell on that. I just know I love you and I trust you more than any boy I know. And it just doesn't seem wrong to me." My will power and self restraint gone, I said "We'll need something to--" "There's some Vaseline in the bathroom." And she sprang to her feet and was gone. She was back within seconds with a jar of Vaseline in her hand. "Here you go. Use a lot of it and go slow." "You'll tell me if it hurts too much?" "Trust me, you'll be the second to know." And with that, she pulled off her panties and got on her knees on the floor. She pulled a pillow under her head so that she could use both hands to spread her ass cheeks. "There you go." She said with a giggle. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My sister was knelt on the floor, her ass raised high in the air, giving me a clear view of her puckered little asshole. Right below it, I could see the bright pink and swollen lips of her puss. I was mesmerized. She brought me out of my trance. "Well, I'm waiting." I slid down to the floor and knelt behind her. I coated my dong with a healthy portion of Vaseline and then eased forward until it touched its target. I used my hand to guide it and wiggle it back and forth in hopes of gaining entry, but it wouldn't slide in. "Use your finger first, with some Vaseline on it." I did as I was instructed, and when my finger slid inside her asshole, I marveled at how warm and tight it was. It was so tight in fact, that I was sure my dong would never go in there. When my finger was all the way in, she began to wiggle her butt. She let out a low moan and then told me, "Try a second finger, but go easy. I've never tried that." Again, I followed her wishes. It took longer this time, but I soon had two fingers fully inside her asshole. As I began working my fingers in and out of her, her moans became louder and more intense. Soon, she was rocking back to meet my fingers, driving them deeper and harder into her ass. She released her ass cheeks and stretched her arms out in front of her, clawing at the carpet with her fingernails. In a raspy voice, she begged me, "Put it in me now. I'm ready. Please, put your dong in me now. I need it . . . please do it now." I was surprised when the head of my dong easily slipped inside her puckered hole, but then it met resistance. I pushed a little harder. "Does that hurt?" "A little, but not too much." She said in that same low guttural voice. "Just make sure your dong is lubed up good, and then do me. I don't care if it hurts at first. I'm sure I can take it . . . I need it sooooooo bad. Just do it—do my ass—please do it now!" I took a couple of seconds to insure that there was plenty of Vaseline on my dong, and then I leaned forward, putting more and more pressure. My dong slipped inside a little, but not much, so I pulled back a little and then moved forward again. I was scared to death of hurting her. "God! Do it, baby—do it now. Shove your big dong in me. Fuck me now . . . just do it, please." I was struck by the urgency in her pleadings, so I grabbed her hips and thrust forward . . . hard. She let out a loud half moan, half scream, so I froze, afraid that I'd really hurt her. She made it clear that I hadn't, "God, Todd. That's it, baby. Now fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . as hard as you can." She quickly moved one hand under her. I couldn't see it but I could see her elbow and I knew she was rubbing her clit as fast as she could. I got a better grasp of her hips and pulled back and then thrust into her again, this time with as much force as I could muster. I was rewarded with her moans and her raspy words, "God, baby . . . oh God, baby, that's it, fuck my ass hard . . . oh god yes." Hearing that almost sent me over the edge, but I didn't get there until her moans turned into half screams. Her body tensed. She raised herself up onto her hands and began thrusting herself backward to meet me. Her head and long dark hair was flailing all about. It was too much for me. My cock swelled up even more, and then I began to shoot my cum into her hot ass. When the first shot flew into her, she began to cum. "Oh God, baby, God baby, yes baby, cum in me. Uuuuugggggggg . . . gooooodddddd, oh my Goddddddd." And then she collapsed onto the floor. Her body still shaking and convulsing. My own orgasm finished, I just stayed there. My dong was still buried to the hilt in her steaming hot ass. I was afraid to move for fear of disturbing her pleasure. After a full minute, she wiggled her ass slightly while letting out a giggle. "What?" I asked her. She giggled again, "I guess that curve in your dong isn't going to be a problem after all." I chuckled, "No, I guess it isn't." "God, I can't wait to feel it inside my puss, but it isn't half bad right were it is. Will you just keep it there for me . . . for as long as you can, I mean?" "Sure. It feels good." "You can say that again. It feels wonderful. I never want you to take it out. We can just stay like this forever." I laughed, "Well, maybe not that long." And then I realized that my dong wasn't shrinking. It had always shriveled up quickly after cumming, but not this time. It was still almost fully hard. At some point, my sister must have sensed it too—or more likely, felt it. She began to wiggle her ass around on it. The next time she spoke, she wasn't giggling. "Todd, do it again. Please do it again if you can." "Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you to fuck me again right now. Do it, fuck my ass again." I answered with a chuckle, "Your wish is my command." And I proceeded to fuck her again. I pounded her hard and fast from the onset. I wasn't worried about hurting her anymore, so I really let her have it. I gripped her hips harder and pulled her backward every time I thrust forward. She was like a rag doll in my hands. This time, my sister came twice before I did. Her orgasms weren't as powerful as that first one, but awesome nonetheless. By the time I was finished, I was exhausted. I eased her down and followed, careful not to let my dong slip out of her ass. We lay there like that until both of us had recuperated somewhat. "Todd, promise me something." "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Which was what I thought she was thinking. She giggled, "No silly. I know you're not going to go bragging around how you did your sister in the ass. What I want you to promise is that we'll do it again and again. I can't stand the thought of today being the only time, and when I start taking my pills, I want it in my puss too." "You're sure?" "Hell yeah. God, I'm so sure . . . please." I almost agreed too quickly, but then something came to mind. If there was ever a time to ask, now was the time—now while I was lying on top of her naked body with my shrinking dong still inside her warm ass. "Hum, I'll make you a deal." "Oh, what kind of a deal?" She asked boldly, trying to sound pensive, but not pulling it off. I knew she would agree to just about anything right then. "The guys at school, they talk about blowjobs all the time. I doubt that they've ever really had one, but--" Her giggle stopped me mid-sentence. "So you want a blowjob, do you?" "Yep" She played coy, "Hum, let me see. If I agree to give you a blowjob, you'll give me what I want, anytime I want, as long as we're alone and it's safe . . . anytime, anywhere. Is that the deal?" I'm not usually much of a negotiator, but I managed to rise above that. "Well, I don't know. I think a deal like that may require more than one blowjob . . . and free range to play with your tits whenever I want." My sister laughed out loud. "I thought you'd never ask. I get what I want anytime I want it, and you get what you want anytime you want it. That's a deal I can live with . . . besides, I think I might just enjoy giving blowjobs . . . we'll see." "It's a deal then. Now, what say we take a shower and then have some breakfast? And then, by that time, I'll probably be recovered enough for that blowjob." "Then get your ass up and start the water. Call me when it's nice and hot." \* *End of Part One. Part Two will follow soon. 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“What? It’s only normal, it’s September already!” Every year Arai used the same excuse, and somehow, every year, people kept falling for it despite the obvious signs that something was wrong. The husky wouldn’t lie like that, they all assumed, they were too honest to keep up a deception of that caliber for so long. But Arai had been doing just that, and managed to surprise even himself with how successful the whole con had been; he figured ​someone​ would’ve raised an eyebrow or two, but surprisingly, no one even came close, letting them carry out their secret plan out in plain sight of everyone they knew. It had begun by sheer coincidence a few years prior, back when they initially attempted to do something about the fact that puberty had skipped out on their chest and left most of the heft below the waist; it wasn’t all that bad, but felt unbalanced to have breasts in the first half of the alphabet when “grazing the ground” was a constant concern for them if they didn’t find a bathtub to relieve themselves in every few hours or so. The sloshing should come from ​both​ sides, he constantly told himself, not just between his legs! The solution, as with all things, lay in their nature as both a hyper and a lover of stuffing themselves silly, with the application of dairy products in utterly unreasonable amounts. Growing up with their unique physiology had been a challenge for Arai, what with needing to keep a complete record of everything they could and couldn’t eat, and what portions and proportions the former category was subdivided into. Restaurants were an utter pain, mostly because the husky found it nearly unbearable to have to constantly saddle the innocent staff with their extremely restrictive diet; even if they were more than happy to serve them, it was still a hassle, and being possessed of some direct experience with working in retail, always made Arai feel bad. At least moving out had let them take control of their dietary habits a bit more, hence why their bulge had grown to rather large sizes compared to what it had been before, something the husky had always aimed for but could never really achieve. But up top was a different story. It was one thing to sport a set of balls that hung an inch off the ground and a cock that managed to make them look average when placed side-by-side; it was a look that many a hyper sported and could be easily dealt with as long as he had some free time and a large enough recipient. But breasts though? Arai had long-since learned that anything that could even remotely affect their dairy production would do so with an absurdly magnified effect, to the point where a single glass of milk was enough to have them bwoompf about a dozen cup sizes and need an hour or two with a couple of electrical pumps just to get rid of all the backlogged cream. These short, punctual experiments in their ability to hold back milk had left them with a relatively decent-sized chest, but really nothing out of the ordinary; it was entirely at odds with the package he carried in front of him, and even when compared to his luscious thighs and fat hips looked to be a tad underwhelming. So, one year, he decided he’d change that, and on a whim, downed a whole carton of milk somewhere around the middle of September. The results required an entire day of emergency medical leave and five packs of batteries before he shrunk back to a size he could manage, at which point the husky had to go through a sleepless night just to get rid of what was left. However, this unfortunately-timed binge turned quite fortunate when they showed up for work the day after sporting a bosom about three or four cup sizes larger, and the first thought that came to mind was some bullshit excuse about how huskies as a species bulked up a lot of fat for the winter months, a genetic heritage of times long-since gone by. Against all odds, this nonsensical explanation, made up on the spot without a lick of care for plausibility, fooled everyone at the office, and though Arai had to deal with a lot more teasing and prodding than usual, at least no one suspected they were throwing away their own safety for the sake of growing bigger tits. And Arai… well, he liked that. It was a gamble, but it paid off, and in equal measure to the risk; he now had a perfect excuse for constantly growing bigger over the course of the following fall, under the guise that it was just his “winter weight”. It was a long-term strategy, to be sure; he would’ve preferred to just gorge on his body weight’s worth of milk in one session and then pay for the damages later, but if he up and turned up to work after a week’s absence sported milkers that obscured their face, well then, people would start to ask all sorts of questions! And questions lead to more questions lead to his parents finding out that something was wrong and demanding he come back home for a medical check-up, and the ​last thing​ Arai wanted was to have size goals imposed onto them by the negative; he wanted to ​grow​, damnit, not have to abide by limits! Thus, the same-old excuse. For years he kept that up, patiently waiting for summer to fade before restarting their regular intake of milk; not too much, just enough that, even after the necessary draining, his chest would slowly bulge out over the course of autumn until it reached a peak around December, after which Arai allowed it to slowly shrink down by pouring whatever dairy he had left in his fridge down the drain. It was tedious and often left him hungering for more, but the end result was nothing to scoff at: both of his breasts were about as large as his nuts were, wide enough to protrude about a couple of feet from the side of his torso and a good three feet off to the front, possessed of enough bounce that the husky had to be careful when running, lest he end up giving himself a nosebleed with his own chest. But he could always be bigger, and he always ​wanted​ to be bigger, so this year was going to be different. They’d already laid the foundations by spending the past few months carefully making side comments about how they were thinking of going up a few sizes by way of genemodding, ever since a gene therapy clinic opened in their city, hoping to gauge their coworker’s reactions. Expecting a heap of misinformed comments about back pain or remarks about how difficult it would make working at a desk, it was with a sweet mixture of surprise and relief that Arai received naught but encouragement from everyone around them, most of their friends and colleagues eager to see just how the husky would fare after a few rounds of helix boosters. It wasn’t all that surprising, considering they ​were​ the biggest person in the office; even the innocent canine wasn’t blind to the lustful looks they engendered, or the “bumps” they received when moving office supplies that always ended up grabbing a lot more of him that they had any right to. To a certain degree, he didn’t really mind; it was just a reminder that he’d finally taken control of their body and made it what he always wanted it to be. But at the same time, it placed him in an awkward position; it was already difficult to type on a standard keyboard without placing it on top of their chest-obscuring rack, and if it grew even more, the cubicle itself would end up becoming much too small. … but tits, though. That’s what his mind kept saying. He sighed, holding a full glass of milk in one hand and a jug of it in the other. In truth, there would be no genemodding; whatever ​they​ could do, Arai could mimic with what he was about to drink. But as far as his boss, and the eager clerk at the clinic who got to cop several feels cared, the week he’d be spending at home would be one for recovery after some drastic changes to their body. Little did anyone know that said alterations would come from simple dairy; all fifty liters of it that Arai had purchased in the lead-up to his little binge. He’d kept himself to half a glass per day before, during his “winter weight” gains. Now, with a fridge stuffed with milk and milk-based products, and a freezer chock full of ice cream, there was no telling what would happen to him… or rather, there was, but the scale of it would be something entirely new to the husky, who was already shaking in anticipation at the simple act of drinking a glass of cold milk. The experience itself was as dull as it ever was for everyone else; it ​was​ just milk, after all, and the taste wasn’t all that great considering it’d been stuck in the fridge for the better part of three days. But it wasn’t the initial sensation he was after, but the aftertaste; specifically, the warm tingling at the back of his throat that let him know magic was about to happen. He felt it then, tickling him just before a sudden increase in temperature in each of his tits, and he knew there was little time to waste; another glass would be poured and drank, then another while the warmth grew stronger still, and yet another while his shirt began straining at the seams from the sudden increase in size. By the time the jug was empty, his favourite item of clothing had been reduced to tattered rags with soft breastflesh bulging out from the tears, and judging by how quickly his bust was pushing him away from the dinner table, there wasn’t a second to waste. Getting up to run to the bathroom… was a great mistake, and probably something Arai should’ve taken into consideration before doing something as stupid as drinking all that milk in the ​kitchen​ of all places. With a great big wet plop, Arai’s tits slammed onto the floor, spurting a gallon of cream each from their swollen teats and sending a shockwave of immobilizing pleasure down the husky’s body. By the time he came to, they were even bigger still, having ripped through the last few strands of cloth that were once his lucky shirt and spilled onto even more of the increasingly milk-stained floor. To his horror, he couldn’t even get up; the weight of a single one of those things was already too much for even him to handle, and the prospect of carrying both was just too much for the poor canine’s brain. Without many other options to choose from, and not wanting to be stuck somewhere that didn’t have any drains, the husky resorted to putting their weight to good use and just… shoving himself forward. If he expected that to work, then he had a different thing coming altogether, as all it did was shove his entire weight onto an already overpressurized chest, leading to quite a bit of squirting and a whole lot of moaning on Arai’s part, who momentarily lost control of their body when the two milk blimps attached to their torso suddenly ballooned with even more mass and cream, enough to bump into the doorframe just enough for the husky to realize they’d officially become much too wide to simply go through. He was stuck there. And yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to be scared about that; hell, he immediately began looking for the nearest bottle of milk just so he could force himself to grow big enough to tear the wall down! If he couldn’t even move, much less go through a door that was too small for them, then it was time to start getting serious about the whole “growing” business they’d gotten themselves into. Sadly, the practical realities of having a bust the size of their body meant that even something as simple as opening the fridge to get a drink was sadly out of Arai’s range of action; he could certainly try, but all that would accomplish would be a bent spine and disappointment. Fortunately for him, there ​was​ an answer to his problem, even if it required precise timing and an amount of willpower he was unsure he had in him. He was growing. It was that simple. Or filling, to be more precise, but who was really keeping track? All that mattered was that his tits were becoming bigger by the second, and what that ​meant​ was that the rest of him was being pushed back in equal measure. It was such an obscene thought, and yet it made so much sense: why get up to grab anything when eventually his breasts would bring him right to where he wanted to be? All the husky needed to do was sit patiently and try to keep his wits about him, and he’d be gulping down gallons of milk in no time flat! This was, of course, easier said than done; with a bust that large, ignoring every neuron screaming for help amidst a churning sea of raw pleasure was a sisyphean task if he’d ever seen one, and the more he honestly, genuinely tried, the more it just seemed completely pointless. Why was he fighting it? For the promise of even more filling if he could keep his concentration for another couple of minutes or so? It was beyond stupid the more he thought about it; if he blew all of his milk supply in a single go then sure, he’d become ludicrously massive and make headlines across the country, but that would only ever be ​one​ thing. If he paced himself, allowed himself to fully embrace the experience of billowing out with size, regardless of what that size might be… then he might just have his whole week scheduled with nothing but ​just that.​ Besides, it’s not like the single jug wasn’t having spectacular results: off to one side, he could hear the dinner table and chairs being dragged across the floor, just before being crushed underneath the advancing wall of breastflesh like it was some kind of industrial grinder. To the other, the wall was beginning to voice its complaints in the form of cracking wood panels and dust spilling from the ceiling directly above it. In front, his field of vision was dominated by his own breasts, swollen and bloated to the point where he was sure he was going to be feeling the ceiling in mere se-yup, there it was. Barely five minutes had gone by since he drank the first glass, and already he was feeling cramped in his own kitchen, wondering in some dark place at the back of his mind about how he would have to replace the cabinets and all the silverware after he was done growing. Thoughts for later. The pressure mounted, both within and without, as the walls confining Arai refused to budge no matter how much force was being applied. Inside his bust, the husky could feel the countless gallons of milk vying for control of the increasingly-limited space in those milkers, eager to leave but unable to do so as his nips were perfectly sealed against the house’s physical frame. It was a fight that neither side could win, because Arai himself already had; whether he ended up smushed against a cabinet or burst free into the corridor and living room didn’t really matter, because his mind was already awash with the kind of thoughts and sensations only a hyper like him could ever truly experience, and in such a scale and quantity that the mere idea that he was going to do it all over again was enough to drive him over the edge. Didn’t do much to his size, all things considered, but even that small of a growth spurt was welcome at that stage; anything that would help him break through the walls. Relief didn’t come nearly soon enough, with Arai cursing whatever engineer was hired to build that damned place and vowing vengeance upon their kin for forcing him to have to withstand such a suffocating bind for so long before the framework of his home ​finally​ gave in to his expansion and fractured into a million tiny pieces, showering his bosom with a cloud of plaster and bits of drywall. The rumbling was loud enough to wake up his upstairs neighbor, who immediately began shouting at Arai to quiet down before realizing his own living room was sinking suspiciously low into the floor below. Poor bastard got about a couple of seconds before the whole room gave in completely, but at the very least he had a soft boob to land on, cushioning his fall and letting the busty husky experience what it was like to be so enormously full that even anadult male impacting their tits barely registered as something he should feel. As for the neighbor… well, it’s not that he was a weak man, but it was hard to see a sight like Arai and ​not​ immediately start squishing the immensity of breastflesh underneath one’s feet. Hell, the husky even appreciated it in some way; just meant that people really liked his new look. Of course, none of this was going through Arai’s head, not in that level of detail at least; he had surrendered himself to the transformation, given in to the mindless, rapturous glee that came with letting his limits fly wildly out of his control. All he cared about was ​growing​, being ​big​ and finding new and ​bigger​ things to smash through. The singular secondary concern in their mind was making sure the fridge stayed relatively safe throughout the whole ordeal (wouldn’t want the milk supplies to be damaged, after all), even if all they could do towards that end was shifting their own body so their ass was flat against it; better the refrigerator have a dent in it than be turned into scrap. However, at their current size, there was precious little Arai could even do besides sit there and wait it out, hoping at least that the building would survive the ordeal. His own apartment was already gone, flattened into oblivion along with most of his possessions, but he didn’t care; the most important thing was safe behind his body, ready to take him on yet another journey whenever he felt like it. Sighing happily, the husky allowed himself to doze off, just as the tip top of his bosom’s surface began to scratch the ceiling on the floor above his. *** The draining took the better part of two days, and the intervention of both the fire department and half of a construction firm after the damage was assessed. Arai had succeeded in supplanting his entire floor, not only wrecking his own house but every other on the same plane; any lucky observers on the outside would see their fuzzy breasts, leaking two rivers of sweet milk, sandwiched between two slices of disfigured concrete and keeping at least five floors precariously balanced on top of them. It was nothing short of miraculous that the rest of the building hadn’t toppled over, but everyone present knew it was only a matter of time until Arai shrunk down enough for the whole thing to come tumbling down. It was thus imperative that everyone get to work constructing a support frame as quickly as possible, while the local dairy farms were contacted for the biggest milking machines they had on hand. Arai himself was somewhere in between relieved and utterly mortified, with his mind having come back to him in just the right amount for the husky to truly comprehend what it was they had just done. In all honesty, it had been the absolute best experience in his life, but it was hard to ignore how he’d effectively have to buy a whole new apartment from scratch; at least all their stuff was backed up on an online drive, otherwise that little growth burst would’ve meant years of work thrown down the milky drain. At the very least, the end result was exactly what he had bargained for. Thousands of gallons of milk and a whole lot of awkward apologies later, the emergency services’ hyper attendants declared that there was nothing more they could do to make Arai shrink further and then called it a day, leaving the canine to deal with what they’d wrought for themselves. It was even better than expected: each milktank was big enough on its own to completely obscure his chest and have its curves protrude a couple of feet from it in both directions, not to mention still so unbelievably full that, despite hanging low enough to press down on his nuts, they possessed very little, if any sag. And there were two of them; two perfectly spherical, overstuffed milkers that sloshed so loudly with each step that Arai honestly had to consider wearing earplugs just to get through the day, lest he succumb to his own madness every other minute. Getting accustomed to living with it would be an absolute pain, especially since he was ordered to report back to work after it became known what he actually did. He got the distinct impression that his boss wasn’t so much mad that he was lied to as much as he really just wanted to improve morale by having the husky around the office, especially since Arai ​did​ seem quite eager to show off his new curves; far as the husky cared, he worked hard for those tits and he was going to ​flaunt​ them, even if they did make work completely impossible. Just ​seeing​ over them required complicated engineering work; using a keyboard, even with his own breasts as a “table”, was out of the question. With little recourse but to use a voice-to-text software and power through the odd interpretations of words, at least the experience of being that large was worth the trouble. Milking himself had become a regular occurrence, so much so that he was legally entitled to a ten-minute break every two hours in order to deal with it. He needed that much as well, since his productivity had spiked to such ridiculous levels that he could actually see his bust swelling over the course of his work day, the weight of it bearing down on his package so much that it constantly teetered on the edge of kickstarting a vicious cycle. Moving around became proportionally harder depending on how close he was to his break too, with the husky having to all-but physically drag himself across the floor when he was told he could go empty out his tits; the combined weight of his already prodigiously-endowed body and the mammothian milkers he now sported was enough to make the floor itself creak louder than his own body did, no small feat considering how loud he’d become. Even something as simple as driving home had become a chore in and of itself, as Arai’s car just wasn’t prepared to deal with the sudden increase in mass it was forced to deal with; not only did the suspensions make their disagreement loud and clear every time the husky stepped inside, but even when fully drained he still risked being fined for driving while his vision was impaired… or completely blocked, as the case may be. It only took a few attempts and a near-crash for him to give up and just carpool, having to apologize profusely to everyone stupid enough to let him hop onto their soon-to-be-wrecked car. It didn’t help that rush hour was just around the corner either; in the week or so after his growth spurt, his ride got stuck in traffic for long enough that the front-view window began to buckle under the strain of containing Arai’s swelling tits, the poor husky having to excuse himself and empty out right there in the middle of the road, not even bothering with opening the door and instead just stuffing both nipples out the window. It would be horrifyingly embarrassing if he didn’t adore every second of it. Daily routines had to be changed radically as well, since Arai had been given temporary shelter at “hyper-appropriate housing” until he found his own place. It was truly a badge of honour that even the extra-wide doors and multiple pumping systems weren’t enough to deal with him, and the husky still found himself getting stuck in doorframes at least three or four times a day, to say nothing of how many times he had to call the technicians to repair a clogged pump in the few short days he’d been there. It was a marvel how much his body had changed, and the only thing still stinging at him was that he wasn’t allowed to do it all over again. After his small stint of self-imposed growth, he had lost control of his own diet, having been forced to allow the people in charge of the temporary housing to decide what he could have stored in his fridge. Having access to his medical records, they made sure to keep so far away from any of the “danger foods” that they even refused the husky access to some “suspicious” choices that he knew for a fact didn’t do anything to him. It was utterly maddening having to suddenly give up a good third of his diet just so he wouldn’t potentially maybe go nutso-crazy with his growing again. It was so unfair. Especially when he could easily circumvent it. His newest size turned out to be the greatest asset he could ask for. With so much bosom to go around, it was a wonder why he hadn’t thought of that sooner, but he could very easily just hide something in there; hell, with how big he was, he could stuff a computer monitor in between his tits and no one would be the wiser! Though he couldn’t purchase any food for himself, there was nothing stopping him from taking a quick stroll over to the rec room at the office and grab something from the fridge, something that happened to come in a cardboard carton and was very high on calcium. Buzzing with excitement, the rest of the work day went by in a flash, and even the protracted ride home seemed to just fly by like a blur. All that mattered was the warm shape stored safely away between his breasts, waiting for him to gorge on it like he had before. He didn’t particularly care about the repercussions of his actions, nor where he would have to stay after he inevitably went big enough to obliterate his temporary domicile; heck, all he was really thinking about was just how massive his tits would end up being after he was done! With a contented sigh, he pulled the milk carton from his cleavage and licked his lips. It wasn’t even October. Time for some winter weight.

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Title: A Feral Moment by Canis Fenrir Tags: Anal, Cub, Knot, M/M, Oral, Shower, Tie, Watersports To start off, I have to apologize. It took me so long to finish this story and I'm sorry. I have had work everyday since the first story came out and couldn't find time to finish. Though that's not the only thing that stopped me, a friend was admitted to UMDNJ and I had to visit him everyday. Then out of the blue my car stops working!! Son of a... anyway... It's a long story... I hope you enjoy the second installment in the series. This should be fun. I enjoyed writing it so enjoy reading it! ;p \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Boys can we talk to you a minute..." ... ... ... ... ... oh no... "Jamie, I don't think I can go down there. I mean, your father saw us... you know... kissing. Not to mention he seemed really scared." "It's alright Fen, I'm scared too. But we have to go down there and talk to them. I promise nothing bad will happen... I hope." We proceeded down the stairs slowly, only thinking of the possibilities that await us. Would they be ok with it, or will they yell? Are they going to send me away from Jamie? Wait... ARE THEY GOING TO SEND ME AWAY FROM JAMIE?! No, I won't go!! I won't leave Jamie's side ever! "Jamie! I won't leave you I swear; even if they try I'll never go away! I couldn't stand being away from you!" I clung to his chest and started to cry. As I did, I sank down to his legs sobbing uncontrollably. "I couldn't \*sob\* bear to live \*sob\* without you! I \*sob\* I love you \*sob\*!" I will think of a way for Jamie and me to stay together. Nothing will tear us apart. Nothing! "Fen, listen to me! You're not going away and I'm not going anywhere! So please! Calm down!" he sank down next to me and hugged me close. I was breaking down. I buried my face into his chest and wept. I couldn't control myself. "Eh-hum!" we both jumped slightly startled by the sudden noise. At the bottom of the stairs stood Al and Caroline looking up at us; I was clenched tightly in their son's grasp crying and scared all at once. Al looked sad, almost like he was ready to cry... well I guess they looked like that, but Al especially looked the part. I cowered into Jamie looking for his comforting grasp. "Boys, we have to talk." Al's eyes swept from me to Jamie. Caroline just glared at me. I could sense it. I could sense her anger and resentment. "Boys, what I saw... it was something that the two of you shouldn't be doing. It's not right." "Why, is it because we're both boys? Why should it matter if we're boys or not? We love each other! You don't understand dad, we're in love!" Jamie was defending us and I couldn't do anything but stare at Caroline. Her eyes keep locking on to mine and I can't get away. It's like I am being sucked into her glare. It hurts, it really hurts. It's like I can feel her killing intent. "Jamie I'm not saying that you boys can't love each other, but I wish wouldn't be doing those things. Those are things that adults should only be doing!" "Al what are you talking about!" Caroline finally spoke, yet never broke her glare from me. "How can you say that?! You are ok with your son being a fag!? And you," she pointed right at me "this is your fault! You should have died that night so you would never have turned my son into a fag like you! This is you fault!" "MOM, HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?!" my eyes widened, my lungs stopped working... I couldn't breathe. Tear were streaming down my face but I made no noise. My mouth was agape. Al and Jamie were furious but all I felt was sadness. Did Caroline really think that?! Caroline, what the fuck is your problem?! How could you say that?!" he slapped her pretty hard. She flew across the room and landed on the couch blood ran down her cheek from her mouth. "You're a fucking asshole! How could you hit me?! I'm your goddamn wife!" she rubbed her cheek and glared at Al the same way she did me. "You're wrong; my wife was sweet and innocent! She was never the hateful bitch that stands before me!!" he bore his fangs angrily. I never realized this until now. Well, I guess since Al is a fox he would have such sharp fangs. His chest was puffed out and I could tell from the lines under his shirt that he was ripped. He stood imposingly, which is funny because he is just barely a foot and a half taller than Jamie. Oh, Jamie! I looked up at his face and I really wish I hadn't. His normally hazel eyes were red and puffy, his fox like ears flat across his head. His brown fur was soaked in tears and blood started dripping down his short muzzle; I could tell he was losing his mind. I had to help him somehow... Caroline stood and walked toward Al, her fists clenched as she approached Al and let go with a single punch. It landed flat across his muzzle and he stumbled lightly. Ouch that had to hurt. "Mom, Dad, please stop this. Please stop... please..." they argued for a good twenty minutes before I felt Jamie loosen his grip on me. "Jamie? Are you-" he went limp. "Jamie, are you alright?!" I must have shook for an eternity, or at least that's how it felt to me... "JAMIE!!! PLEASE WAKE UP!! JAMIE!!" What happened next? I can't say... no really, I can't say because I blacked out right then and there. I awoke the next morning aside Jamie in his bed. He was clung to me crying desperately into my chest. "Jamie... JAMIE ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" I shot up taking him with me; the look on his face was a mixture of fright and bliss. His crying got even worse. Ahh!? "Jamie, where is your dad? What about your mom, is she ok?" He just continued to cry and cradle me in his arms. "Fen \*sob\* I was so afraid \*sob\* when I woke up \*sob\* and you \*sob\* were out cold. I didn't know what \*sob\* to do." His crying got worse and I could feel his heart racing. "Fen, mom's \*sob\*... mom's \*sob\* ... gone. She left last night \*sob\* after we passed out. I don't think \*sob\* she's coming \*sob\* back!" His breath hastened and I couldn't do anything. I felt so helpless... just like the night my parents died. No, I have to be strong; not just for me but for Jamie as well. "Jamie I'm so sorry, I am so sorry." I held back tears and tried to look strong... it was really hard to do. But I held it together and after about ten minutes I got out of bed and went downstairs. "I'll be back; we need to take a shower. You're covered in sweat and blood and it's gross." He chuckled, thank god. I exited the room only to feel a tug on my shorts. It was Ty sleepily rubbing his eyes... um, where'd he get the wolf plush? "Big bruddur, I had a bad dream. I dreamed that you and Jamie got in a fight and everyone was yelling and \*yawn\* and then Zeke bit you and I yelled at him and-" "Ty! What did you just say?!" I sunk down so I could meet him at eye level. I looked in his eyes and he shuddered I guess because of the sudden movement so early in the morning. Did he name his wolf plush... no I must have heard wrong, but I better make sure... "What's wrong big bruddur? Your eyes are turning red. Are you gonna cry?" I didn't realize it but I guess my eyes were turning red. "Ty what was the name of your toy?! It's very important you tell me where you got the name Zeke from?!" I began shaking Ty gently and tears welled up in his eyes and he closed in towards himself. "Fen, you're scaring me! Please stop it!" he started to cry lightly. I let go and sat on the floor silently looking at the carpet. Ty calmed down and sat next to me. He grabbed my arm and sunk into me before he said. "I had a dream a while ago before I got this plush. In my dream I was in the arms of a man and he said ‘My how you've grown. You're a big boy now, so don't bug your brother to much.' Then another person showed up. This time it was a lady. She knelt down and hugged me and started to cry. She said ‘My baby boy, we love you with all our hearts. I'm sorry we couldn't be there for you.' Then she said to the man, ‘Come on Zeke, our times almost up.' Then they disappeared and I woke up in tear. I don't know why I was crying though. Big brother why was I crying?" I began to sob. He named his toy after our dead father. How? Did he really meet mom and dad in his dream, or is a coincidence? I stifled my tears and stood up, picking him up with me. "Fen, where are you taking me?" he looked genuinely confused. "Well, you look tired still, so why don't you go back to bed? I have something I need to do, ok?" he nuzzled into my chest. I guess he understood. I brought him back to his room and laid him down in his bed. Heh, already asleep, I guess we kept him up last night during the chaos... oh that reminds me, I have to find Al. I proceeded down the stairs and saw Al sitting on the couch. He was just sitting there staring blankly towards the floor. I had to say something... if anything at all, I had to apologize. "Al... I'm... I'm sorry... it's... it's all my-!?" he grabbed me by the arms and held me tight to his chest (wow, he is ripped). He started to cry but I could tell he was holding back as much as he could. "Fen, I'm sorry for what Caroline said," he started to hold me tighter, "when I told her what I saw she acted normally but when we confronted you boys she went berserk. I'm so sorry for everything." I couldn't hold back my own tears anymore and I began weeping like a newborn cub. He just held me tight and stroked my fur. "Dad, Fen, what's going on?" Jamie had walked down the stairs, I guess to find where I went to. "Dad, I ha-!?" Al did to Jamie what he did to me... "Jamie, Fen, I need to say this now that your mother isn't here..." he closed his eyes and held us close then took a deep breath he said, "I don't have a problem with you two being who you are. I just wish you would wait till you're older to do those things but... if you boys really love each other, and I mean REALLY love each other... then I guess I can't stop you from showing it. Just know this... I will always love you no matter what, so remember that." That's all we wanted to hear. Both Jamie and I smiled and hugged his with all our might and then gave him a peck on the muzzle. With that conversation out of the way he shooed us off and away we went. I grabbed some towels and raced back up stairs and into the bathroom. I twisted the hot water on and soon the room filled with steam. Jamie followed me in to the bathroom and shut the door. We both stripped and got a really good look at each others body. It's funny how even though we're only twelve, I'm still taller than Jamie. I'll probably always be taller than him, but only time will tell. I stood looking into his hazel eyes, thinking how cute he looked right now. His fuzzy brown sac nuzzled tightly to his groin. The tip of his canine-like cock poked through the opening of his sheath, and I could see he was leaking pre already. I looked up towards his stomach. It was quite flat, and I caught myself hoping he would grow the same muscle his father has... I'm naughty aren't I? I could see through his legs that his tail was wagging. In all honesty being that he has his moms otter like tail, its funny to see him doing that. I couldn't hold it back any longer and practically jumped on him... and we slipped and fell on the floor. Haha... and ouch, that hurt. "Jamie I love you." That's all I had to say. He met my muzzle with his and we kissed deeply. I could feel him slip his tongue into my mouth and I couldn't help but do the same. I was the first to break the kiss. He whined like a dog... hehe. "Oh, why'd you stop?" he was starting to grind his hips into mine, causing our sheaths to stir. I stood up, dreadfully however. "Trust me, I want to keep going as well, but let's at least get INTO the shower and not gunk up the floor, shall we?" I motioned to the shower curtains and he frowned. A menacing grin warped my face as I reached down towards his cock. He got the wrong impression, as I grabbed hold and pulled him up forcibly an he yipped (though, I believe he enjoyed it more than he should have...). We hopped in the shower and before I could even shut the curtains Jamie was at my groin nuzzling my balls with his nose. He inhaled my scent and gave a long, tortuously slow lick from the base of my sac to the tip of my cock... \*moan\* ... dear god... I lost my balance and used his head for support. He continued licking my cock till eventually he took the whole length into his muzzle, deepthroating it in one smooth motion... oh... I love it when he does that. I couldn't wait any longer; I grabbed his head and removed him grudgingly from my pulsing shaft. "Jamie, I need you now. Fuck me. Please" I turned to face the wall, but he grabbed my arm and faced me towards him instead. "If I can't see your face, then it won't be worth it." He lifted my left leg and placed it on the side of the tub. He grabbed my other leg and held me in the air lightly; I had no idea he was this strong. With my back pressed against the shower wall, he positioned hi tip at my hole. He slowly pressed forward using some force to get the tip in. with a light \*pop\* the tip sunk past my pucker. Slowly he sunk he length deeper and deeper till he got to the knot. He paused just long enough for me to adjust to the intruder in my ass; he then pulled out till just the tip was left pulsing against the ring of my anus. He began pacing himself allowing his cock to sink into my ass fully until he hit the knot, then retracted and repeated. "Ugh, Jamie \*moan\* faster." He obliged and quickened his pace. Nearly twice the speed now, he bumped my ass numerously with his knot, but I didn't care... yet. Every thrust was followed by moans from the both of us. With every thrust, every pulse, every time he hilted was met with moans and grunts from the two of us. Jamie's rhythm began to become erratic. I could tell he was closing in on his orgasm; that's fine because I was holding mine back. "Jamie I'm close. I don't know how much longer I can hold out!" he kissed me deeply and I melted in his mouth. "I'm close too. It won't be long!" his speed once again increased, this time however, each thrust harder than the last. The knot was coming and I wanted to avoid that at all costs. It's not like I dislike being tied with Jamie... I really like being tied with him... It's just that it takes forever to get us unstuck. I was closer than ever my sac tightened up and I clung to Jamie tightly. I shifted my legs and we lost balance... "Arg!!" we both uttered as Jamie's feet slid from under him and he went backwards on his back. Upon impact the force of the fall causes us to tie... His cock jettison into my hole violently and his knot slid in with a loud \*pop\*. The sensation was too much for him. He moaned loudly, on the verge of a howl by the sound of it. His cock pulsed and I could feel the heat of warm cum slam against my prostate and fill my ass. This alone was enough to set me over the edge. "Urgh!! \*moan\* Jamie!" I shuttered as I felt my orgasm hit me like a bus. Cum splashed across his muzzle and onto his chest, matting down his fur. Some got into his muzzle and was swallowed down. I kissed him deeply and tasted cum. Our tongues swirled and I could taste cum. He never swallowed... so that's what I taste like. It's salty yet sweet, and very enjoyable. Minutes passed before Jamie broke that kiss. "Fen we need to separate right now! It's urgent!" his face lit up and he looked concerned. "What is it, what's wrong?" I was scared now. "I have to pee..." he blushed deeply and so did I. I'm so ashamed... "No one is stopping you... I mean, we're stuck like this for a while... go." My blush got even hotter and he just looked at me. "Ok..." was all he said before he closed his eyes. It seemed like he held his breath for a sec before shuttering. I moaned as I felt the hot stream fill my insides slowly. The feeling of his piss mixing with his cum already buried deep in my insides made me shutter. The stream seemed to last forever before sputtering out. I could feel his cock pulse as the last drops of urine were milked from his cock. I leaned in and kissed him deeply; our faces were flushed red before he broke it. "You seemed to enjoy that Fen. How about we do that more often?" I blushed and looked away. "Shut up..." he just laughed at me. Shortly after he knot went down just enough for us to get free. We finished our shower and toweled off. "Hey boys, why don't you come down and get something to eat?" Al yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "Ok dad, we'll be down in a bit!" Jamie yelled back. "Come on Fen, let's get something to eat." "Ok, lead the way." I followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ty had beaten us there and already had a mouthful of pancakes. He leapt from his chair and gave us both a big hug. Al let us stay home from school for the rest of the week, but it came and went really fast. Next thing we know it's Monday morning and we're on the buss to school. The bus ride was uneventful aside from the usual screaming furs. The different crowds packed into one section or another of the bus. Idle chatter to pass the time, you know? The bus arrived at our school, St. Mathews School for Boys... yes we go to an all boys school. We walked to our own lockers to grab some books, too bad they're down different hallways. I grabbed my books and notebooks and stuffed them in my bag. First period is always boring. I hate math class. I heard something coming from the next hallway over and decided to investigate. When I turned the corner a mass of people blocked my view. I pushed past the crowd to get a good view of what was happening. "Jamie!" the school bullies Trace Gerburn and his lackeys Fai Pence and Joe Staimon had surrounded him. Blood trickled down his lip and I rushed to his side. "Jamie, are you ok? What happ- Agh!!" I was kicked in the ribs and I couldn't breath. "Fen! Trace what the hell is wrong with you?!" he stood up and got in front of me, using his body as a shield. "Fag if you don't get out of the way, I'll kick your ass harder than his!" Trace slowly closed the distance between them before they were face to face. Fai and Joe just laughed and circled around us. "Fin, if you're not moving, I'll move ya myself!" He took a swing at Jamie and lobbed him next to me. The force of the blow knocked him out and he just lay there silently breathing. I rushed next to him and picked him up and hugged him. "Aw, look at the little fags. Can't believe your mama can love a fag like you! Why don't you go home cryin' to, huh?" my breathing stopped momentarily. I stood up and faced Trace. "What did you say?! Take it back?! My mother loved me!! YOU KNOW NOTHING!!" I looked towards the ground, fists clenched tightly. "Ha, fuck you and your mother! Fags like you two are just worthless trash!" he chuckled and his friends did so as well. I felt a sharp pain in both my hands. I looked down and blood was oozing from my palms. My vision started blurring and my breathing hastened. Then... suddenly... darkness........................................................................ --- \-- -n! I hear something... \---- --- en! What is that...? Jamie? Is that you? I'm scared, what's going on? â€"FEN!! JAMIE!! I snapped back into reality, my vision returning. My body felt like it was on fire. Every fiber of my being hurt; my head pounded. Even the light hurt my eyes. Slowly I could see again. I grabbed my head to try and relieve the pain. My hands came onto my head with a splat. What is this? What the hell? ... ... ... !!? Is this blood?! I looked at my hands and realized without a shadow of doubt, it was blood... and a lot of it. "Trace!" I looked to see if I could find him... he lay in front of me drenched in blood. My clothes and hands coated in the same amounts. I could taste blood on my teeth. "Jamie, where are you?!" "Fen!" I turn around to see Jamie staring at me tears streaming down his face. His eyes... those were the same eyes he had when Caroline and Al argued! "Jamie, \*sob\* what did I \*sob do?!" I walked towards him... he backed away... "Jamie, I \*sob\* I-!" everything goes black. There it is again. The darkness encroaches and I'm swallowed. Silence. "Fen, please wake up... \*sob\* please \*sob\* wake up!"

FSE

Title: Meeting James Ch. 06 Tags: las vegas, love story *Authors Note: I'd like to thank my editor Harvey for helping me with this piece.* \- - - - - My eyes started to open as the fog began to lift. I looked around, confused by my surroundings, and I fought through the grogginess. It started to make sense now; I had fallen asleep. Slowly, the events of the afternoon started to play back in my mind. Our wonderful reunion sex, revealing my embarrassing childhood spankings, our fight, Oh, my God ... the spanking James gave me, and, even worse than that, we had anal sex. *How mortifying,* I thought. My first instinct was to try to find my clothes so I could sneak out. *No, I can't do that, I have to talk to James and we have to work this out. There has to be some resolution to this line that we crossed so everything can go back to normal.* I lifted my head up off the huge pillow and saw James staring at me. He was sitting down at a small round Victorian-style table in the corner of the master bedroom and was slowly sipping some type of alcoholic beverage. He must have been watching me sleep, because I could tell he was wide awake; he must not have fallen asleep like I did. He was wearing one of the bathrobes that I'd seen hanging in 'his' bathroom attached to the master bedroom. I looked at the bedside clock; it was almost five in the afternoon and I was surprised that I had slept that long. Gianna and I had stayed up pretty late the night before, having sex, because we knew we wouldn't see each other for a couple of days. But my long nap had a lot less to do with the night before and a lot more to do with the traumatic afternoon I'd had with James. I'd felt fine before I went to sleep, so what had changed that made me feel so self-conscious now? He finally spoke and his voice startled me. "Why don't you come over here and sit down so we can talk," he said in a low tone. The tension was thick. I hated that I felt tense around him. *It shouldn't be like this, it can't be like this,* I thought. *Why do I feel so unsure of myself?* I began to speak hesitantly. "May I use the bathroom first?" I said as if I was verbally walking on eggshells. "Of course," he said, giving me a puzzled look. For whatever reason, my first instinct was to use the sheet to cover up. A huge portion of the time I had spent with James I wasn't wearing clothes and he had seen me naked more times than I could count. Why did I feel the need to cover up? I started to slide across the bed, but then instantly lifted my ass up off the sheets. The painful result of our earlier battle of wills wasn't lost on my very-well-spanked ass. As I got to my feet and took my first step, I felt some pain; it reminded me of the morning that I had worked out while James had slept, only this felt a whole lot worse. *The rough anal sex that we had earlier is coming back to haunt me,* I thought. I walked naked across the bedroom with my eyes on the floor. I could feel James's eyes on me as I entered the 'hers' bathroom. Once I was done using the toilet, I turned around, away from the mirror, and looked over my shoulder. Thankfully some of the redness was going away, but I could still see some of James's hand-prints on my ass. I shook my head in disbelief. What did I let him do to me? I felt like a disgusting mess. He had come in me twice and I wanted to take a shower so bad. Should I make him wait by showering? What if he got upset? I felt tears start to form in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. I felt like an emotional wreck, but there was no way I was going to let him see me cry. I put on one of the bathrobes and hesitantly stepped out into the master bedroom. James's eyes met mine as I sheepishly walked towards him. "Are you okay?" I could hear the concern in his voice. "I'm okay," I said quietly as I looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. "I can feel your apprehension, Melanie, and we need to talk about what happened," he said. "Okay," I said, still looking down. "Can you tell me how this started?" he said. *Thank you, James,* I thought sarcastically. *The last thing I want to do is play back the events of the afternoon in my mind and then make myself even more uncomfortable by talking to you about them.* I paused for a moment. "I called you a name and then you spanked me," I said softly, looking into his eyes. "No, Melanie. You told me about your childhood and the discipline that you received from your father, and I made the comment that you were submissive." "No, James, that's not true, I ..." I thought about it for a few seconds. *Oh, my God, he's right!* James continued to speak slowly, as if emphasizing every word. "There is nothing wrong with being submissive, Melanie. Being submissive is what attracted me to you the night we met. I've always had to be in control of everything that goes on around me, it's just who I am, and I have to have people around me who can accept that. We will take things slowly, but you have to be willing to bend to my will." I looked down, feeling so embarrassed. I didn't even want to admit what I was going to say next to myself, much less to him. "The things I like, James, like being spanked, are not normal, and I don't know how to process what you did to me or deal with my feelings that arose when I woke up a few minutes ago," I said honestly. "First, we are two consenting adults, Melanie. 'Normal' is whatever you and I choose to do together in this room." I contemplated his statement as he continued to speak. "Second, tell me what you were feeling when you woke up," he said, sipping his drink. "I felt uneasy, James, and unsure of myself. Your hand-prints are still in my ass and I'm ... I've never been this sore after sex." "You'll be fine. It's something you'll get used to, just like regular sex." I looked down, embarrassed by his statement. "I feel like you are opening up a whole new world for me, James, and that's exhilarating, but it's also scary." He looked into my eyes. "Do you trust me?" "Yes, I do, I said honestly. I trusted James from almost the instant that I met him. "Then we will be fine. I can introduce you to many new things, Melanie. Some of which you will have a say in, and we can discuss and find common ground." He paused momentarily before he continued, "Other things will not be negotiable." My eyes opened wide with that statement. I trusted him, but, maybe there was some lingering doubt in my mind. "Can I ask you something?" I said softly. "Of course you can." "Can you give me an example of something that's not negotiable?" He thought for a moment. "Yes, I have a twenty-page list that I will print out for you," he said, smiling. My mouth curved upwards in a small smile; he could be such a smart-ass. He thought for another moment. "When we are together, Melanie, I don't want you wearing any type of pants or shorts." He paused momentarily, then continued, "Aside from your workout attire, you'll wear only dresses and skirts." I was okay with this because most of the time that's the type of clothes I wore anyway. The majority of the clothes he'd bought me were dresses and skirts, and I'd just assumed that's what he liked. "Also, when we are out, I don't want you wearing any type of panty or thong." This one shocked me a bit. I always wore at least a thong under my clothes, and when I am on my period I wear panties. I was apprehensive but decided not to fight him on this. Not wearing underwear was something I thought I could get used to, and I had a feeling I needed to save my objections for bigger issues that I knew would be on the horizon. "Are you okay so far?" he said sternly. "Yes, I can live with that, James," I said hesitantly. "For now, the only other example of a non-negotiable item is the removal of your pubic hair." My jaw dropped in shock. Since high school I had trimmed and I normally had a small 'landing strip' of hair above my vagina. I knew shaving smooth was getting popular, as many of the girls I hooked up with, including Gianna, shaved their pubic hair. I also remembered that my high-school girlfriend and I shaved everything a couple of times just for something different. I wasn't by any means advocating a return to the 1970s-style bushes that I saw in my dad's stack of Playboy's that he kept hidden in the back of his closet, but keep it shaved off all the time? "You want me to keep it all shaved off?" I said in a horrified tone. "No," he said. "Starting next week you'll be going to a dermatologist's office, and they use a laser. You'll get between five and seven treatments until nothing grows back." I was shocked and barely able to speak. "What if I want hair there sometime in the future?" I said in an appalled tone. "It's permanent, Melanie. I've been told the laser destroys the hair follicles. They are also going to treat the areas around your lips and anus." My mouth dropped open in shock. "I'll also pay for them to remove the hair on your legs and underarms if you wish. But the removal of the hair around your pussy and ass is not negotiable." I thought about his demand for several minutes and I was very apprehensive, but in the end I relented. For whatever reason, he needed this from me to be happy, and he had been so generous with me financially I felt that I didn't have the right to fight him on this. "Are you okay with that, Melanie?" "Yes," I said softly. He looked at me approvingly as I stood up from the table. "Would you like a bottle of water?" I asked. "Yes, please," he said. I walked to the minibar and grabbed two bottles of water. When I was returning to the table he was dropping ice cubes into his glass and refilling it with some type of whiskey. I handed him the bottle of water, sat down across from him, and took a sip of my water and thought for several minutes. He took a sip of his whiskey and looked into my eyes and spoke. "What are you thinking about?" "You said some very cruel things to me earlier," I said hesitantly, not wanting to make him mad again. He thought for a moment. "Some of the things I said earlier were very harsh, but that doesn't make them any less true." He paused. "What you did concerning your clothes purchases and partying might not have been smart choices, but worse things have been done by college kids," he said, smiling. I looked up at him and smiled. "In many ways you are very mature, and I forget that you are only nineteen," he said, "but in other ways you're still a little girl, and you don't think about how the decisions you make now will affect your future." I looked down as I thought about what he had said, and the more I thought about it the more I knew he was right. If I had just sat down and discussed this with him, I would have seen that he was right. Instead, I'd let my temper get the better of me when he criticized by past behavior. I knew that if I had just remained calm and talked to him, like I was now, I would have seen the point he was trying to make. He began to speak again, which broke me from my thoughts. "Also, one thing I told you wasn't true and I want to clear the record." I looked into his eyes anxiously, waiting for him to continue. "I've never seen you use your looks or your body to get what you want. However, once you enter the business world you might want to re-think that philosophy," he said, smiling. I laughed and thought for a moment and figured that was as close to an apology as I was going to get from him. When I looked into his eyes, for whatever reason I instantly thought of my father. "When I was a little girl, my father told me over and over that beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone," I said softly. James laughed. "I think your father is a wise man." As we talked, I was feeling so much better that things were returning to normal. I continued, "When I'm at a club and a beautiful woman enters the room, she doesn't have to announce to the world that she's beautiful; everyone around her already knows that. She's judged on how she treats people, so I've always tried to be kind to everyone until they give me a reason not to." "I know you do, Melanie, and that's another thing that attracts me to you. You don't act like most of the beautiful women that I come in contact with, and that's very refreshing." We sat for a few minutes and enjoyed a comfortable silence together as we finished our drinks. Once he had finished his whiskey he looked into my eyes and spoke. "Are you okay now with everything that happened this afternoon?" "I took a deep breath, "Yes, I am, James," I said softly. "Good, let's get a shower and get something to eat. I have something fun planned for us tonight." He took my hand and we walked into the 'his' bathroom and took off our robes. We stepped into the shower and I watched as he stood under the hot water. I took a few seconds to admire his wet body. *He must spend so much time in the gym,* I thought. James was tall and had long muscled limbs and a flat, nearly washboard stomach. He had a full head of salt-and-pepper hair that was cut short, a very light matting of hair on his chest, and just a little hair on his legs. I liked that he trimmed his pubic area because I hated getting hairs in my mouth. Of course, what I loved most about his physical features was his cock. He had a large, circumcised head, and the shaft was long and thick and felt amazing inside me. I felt James take my hand and pull me towards him, which interrupted my admiration of his body. He pulled me under the water with him and we kissed softly, the warm water rushing over our bodies. He broke our kiss and took the loofah, poured body wash on it, and began to run it over my body, being extra gentle with my sore bottom that thankfully had almost fully recovered from my earlier spanking. He carefully washed my breasts and vagina as I watched him drinking in my body while he bathed me. He stepped back and allowed me to rinse the soap away. I curiously watched him grab the body wash and pour some into his hand. I watched as he rubbed the soap onto my strip of pubic hair above my vagina, and I began to realize what he intended to do. He reached for his razor as I apprehensively opened my legs wide. I watched as he carefully ran the razor over my small strip of hair until he had removed it completely. Thankfully, I had shaved the small hairs that grew around the lips of my vagina the night before, so he didn't feel it necessary to shave me further. He leaned in and kissed me and said, "Thank you for letting me do that, Melanie." I wasn't sure of the reason, but obviously, it was important to him that I didn't have pubic hair, and more than anything I wanted to please him and make him happy. "You're welcome, James," I said softly. I took the loofah and poured body wash on it and began bathing him. As he turned to wash the soap from his body, I noticed that my gentle scrubbing had caused his cock to grow semi-erect. I saw that he was watching me watch his growing erection. He smiled at me and I instantly knew what he wanted. I squatted in front of him and put a hand on his muscled thigh to steady myself because I didn't want to fall due to the slick shower floor. I used my other hand to grasp him and gently pull back and forth, and only after a couple of strokes he was fully hard and a large drop of pre-cum had already appeared on the head. I extended my tongue and ran it up through the slit, tasting the clear fluid that had dripped out of the head of his cock. It reminded me of how much I'd missed having him in my mouth. I felt him scoot back against the wall to steady himself as the warm water of the shower poured over us. He gasped as I took him into my mouth and slowly began to work him in and out. I felt his hands start to gently run through my wet hair as I worked him in deeper, feeling the head of his cock touch the back of my throat and slide a little way down. I relaxed my throat and worked him the rest of the way in, until I had him all the way to the root and my lips were touching his body. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me in amazement. Every now and then it was fun to show off a little bit. I worked him back out of my mouth. His cock was wet and shiny with my saliva until the hot water from the shower washed his cock clean. I took him in my hand and gently moved his cock forward until the head touched his stomach. He groaned as I licked up and down the large veins with the tip of my tongue. His testicles swung back and forth gently with the movement of my mouth and I had to give them some attention as well. I took one of his large balls in my mouth and gently rolled it around on my tongue as I listened to his low moans of pleasure. I slowly let it roll out of my mouth and replaced it with the other. James was moaning loudly now and I could see the pre-cum drip freely out of the head of his cock. I looked up and saw him smiling, but his eyes were closed as if he was off in another world. I let the other ball drop out of my mouth and slowly licked over the head, hearing a low moan escape his lips. I began to work his cock in and out of my mouth quicker and I could feel him start to tense up. I locked my lips around the head of his cock and stopped moving, letting him control the pace. His hips started to buck in short hard thrusts and I felt splashes of his hot cum hit the back of my throat. My mouth began to fill up and I had to swallow several times to get it all down. When I could tell he was starting to recover, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and gently licked around the head to clean the remaining semen that I had missed. After I washed his cock again we exited the shower and leisurely dried each other off. "I need to look through my garment bag and figure out what I want to wear," I said, remembering that it was still by the front door. "Why don't you look in your walk-in closet, I'm sure you will be able to find something in there," he said jovially. I gave him a perplexed look until I realized that he must have bought me more clothes, and then a grin spread across my face. He smiled at me and then continued combing his hair. I walked into the master bedroom and opened the door to the attached walk-in closet, and my mouth dropped open in surprise. Of course, I expected to find clothes, garments similar to ones he had purchased before, but what I saw hanging up in front of me was definitely much more risqué. I began thumbing through the clothes on the rack and realized he had purchased extreme club-type clothing, and my hands started shaking. The first dress was a glittery plum-colored plunge dress, and the neckline was so low I knew it would expose my navel and much of my breasts when I wore it. The next dress was a strapless, wet-look, black vinyl minidress. It looked so small; *how would this fit me?* I thought. I answered my own question when I pulled on it and it stretched. *Oh, my God,* I thought, *this will hug my body like a second skin.* The next dress was a black matte halter dress with a plunging neckline that would come down several inches below my breasts. The next was a red spaghetti-strap halter dress that also had a plunging neckline, and the back was exposed except for a small amount of material that looked like it would barely cover my ass. Flipping through each dress I could see that they all had one thing in common; each was very low-cut and very short. There were some differences, some of them had see-through mesh and see-through lace around the stomach and back areas, but all of them showed so much skin. *How could I wear these anywhere?* I thought. I had some very revealing club clothes, but nothing like this. When I shopped for club attire, I always passed on dresses like these. The only type of girl that would wear these dresses was ... I jumped as James gently touched my shoulder. "What do you think?" he asked casually. I stammered, "J-J-James ... I, I, d-d-don't know if I can wear these," I replied in a voice barely above a whisper. "You can wear them," he replied nonchalantly, "and you will." He reached into the center of the dresses hanging on the rack and seemed to pick one at random and handed it to me. "This one is my favorite, and you'll wear it tonight," he said matter-of-factly, looking into my eyes. It wasn't a threatening or even a cold stare that he gave me, but, it was the end of the discussion. He smiled at me again and then turned and walked away to finish getting ready. The words he spoke earlier instantly came back to me. "You have to be willing to bend to my will." I knew that the next time he saw me I was either going to have that dress on or there would be another round of me going over his knee. I very quickly chose the dress. I hung the dress back up and walked into the bathroom. I blow-dried my hair and began styling it. I put my long blonde locks up in a very elegant style, remembering how much he'd loved it last month at the Paris. After I was done with my hair, I began to apply my make-up. I was meticulously checking my look in the mirror over and over until I knew it was perfect, and I realized that any further delay was just a stalling tactic. I let out a deep sigh and walked back into the closet and pulled his favorite dress off the rack and looked it over. It was a black satin corset-dress that was low-cut, but fortunately it would cover most of my breasts. The back of the dress had laces from top to bottom like a corset, hence the name. I squeezed into it and was able to reach around to the back and loosely tie the laces. As I looked in the mirror, I tried to remain calm, gently pulling the hem of the satin material lower as if trying to make more of it appear somehow. *Oh, my God, it's so short, maybe a couple of inches below my ass cheeks. This is something you wear in the bedroom,* I thought, *not for an evening out.* I picked out a pair of black pumps that he had bought for me last month and put them on, completing this, do I call it 'a look'? I wasn't wearing a thong and the dress wasn't made to be worn with a bra, which made me feel even more naked. I looked at the mirror in the closet one more time. I shook my head in disbelief and I felt like I would cry at any moment. I looked like I should be picked up by my pimp and delivered to the street corner. I had seen other girls in the clubs wear clothes like this, but I had never been brave enough to until tonight. But my motivation for wearing this dress wasn't exactly bravery. Very hesitantly, I walked out of the closet and into the great room of the suite. James was sitting on the couch and he instantly looked up at me, drinking me in. He gave me a huge smile. "Melanie, you look beautiful," he said, gushing. I tried to force a smile. It made me feel a bit better because I could tell he was happy and he approved of the way I looked. He spoke slowly as he studied the dress. "Something's not quite right, though. Come here and turn around." I walked over to him, my heels clicking on the marble floor. Once I was in front of him I turned around and felt him untie the black strings on the back of the dress, then pull on them hard, cinching the entire dress up tight. I instantly felt the satin material hug my body, pushing my breasts out and pulling my stomach and sides in, giving me an hourglass look. I saw my reflection in the window and my jaw dropped open as I let out a gasp. "That is perfect, you look stunning, Melanie," he said as he examined me from head to toe all over again. Again, I tried to force a smile. "Now that I have my corset on, I just need to go find a dress to put on over it," I said sheepishly. He laughed at my little joke. "Nonsense, it looks perfect, now let's go." I wanted a couple of shots of James's whiskey before we left to settle my nerves, but decided against it. I just quickly put the dress out of my mind and tried to act confident even though I clearly didn't feel it. I tried to get my mind off the little dress by concentrating on what James was wearing. He was in a pair of black slacks with a pressed white shirt. He also wore a black sports coat without a tie, which gave him a casual yet formal appearance. I could tell that he had his clothes tailor-made and he looked impeccable. His salt-and-pepper hair was combed back and I could smell just a hint of light cologne. He always looked so handsome, and seeing him all cleaned up and ready for an evening on the town made me want him all over again. \- - - - - I tried to forget about my nervousness and trepidation as we walked through the casino. James had his arm around me, pulling me tight against him, and aside from the dress my world felt perfect. The more time I spent with him the more I realized how much I had missed him during the month that we were apart. I had tried so hard to forget about him and concentrate on my school work and my burgeoning relationship with Gianna, but once we were back together those romantic feelings I had tried so hard to suppress were coming back with a vengeance. It also felt like something had changed after he spanked me and I tried so hard to identify that feeling. It was as if there was a connection created that wasn't there before. It was similar to what I felt in my childhood with my father, except, there was an obvious sexual component now. Maybe my friend Samantha was right and I was trying to work out my daddy issues with James. We reached the valet stand and James approached the window so the attendant could retrieve his vehicle. As he walked back up to me I smiled brightly at him. His short hair was blowing a bit in the gentle breeze. He looked so handsome and I was so happy to be at his side. "Are you having them bring around your shiny convertible sports car," I said, gently teasing him. He chuckled. "Actually, I took a page out of your playbook and rented an SUV for this trip, but we aren't taking that tonight." I gave him a puzzled look. "I have arranged alternate transportation for this evening," he said, smiling. Just then a large black limousine pulled up in front of us. My jaw dropped in shock as James smiled at me. I could see that he was feeling impressed with himself. A large African American man stepped out of the limo, walked around to the back, and opened the door for us. He was very tall, well-muscled, and dressed immaculately in a black suit and tie; he looked more like a bodyguard than a driver. "Good evening, Mr. Moretti," he said in a deep, gravelly voice. "Good evening," James replied to the driver. I smiled at James as he extended his arm, motioning for me to enter the limo first. I slid into the back of the limo and sank into the luxurious leather seats. I felt James slide in next to me and I adjusted my dress by pulling it down the best I could to cover a small portion of my tanned thighs. *This dress is so short,* I thought. I was used to wearing revealing club clothing, but this dress rivaled most of my club-wear in the skin that it exposed. I felt comfortable when I was standing or walking, but when I sat down it rode high up my thighs and made me feel very self-conscious, especially since I wasn't wearing a thong. I felt the limo lean slightly to the left as our driver got into his seat. He then turned and looked over his shoulder at James. "We'll arrive at our destination in about twenty minutes, Mr. Moretti." "Thank you," James said. I watched as the driver raised the glass partition that separated the front seat from the back, giving us privacy. I surveyed the inside of the limo. It had black leather seats and deep-cut pile carpeting on the floorboards. The black interior was broken up by a mahogany wood finish and there was even a fully-stocked bar in front of me and to the left of where I was sitting. The only other time I had been in a limo was my senior year in high school when my boyfriend's parents had rented one to drive us around the evening of our senior prom. As I felt James close beside me, I thought this limo had to be twice as luxurious as that one. The car pulled forward, and in just a couple of minutes we were driving north down the Las Vegas strip. I felt James's hand rest on my thigh. I smiled at him and then looked out the window at the hordes of people walking on the sidewalks from casino to casino. It always amazed me how the bright flashing lights turned the night into day; I saw the seemingly endless flashing casino billboards advertising everything from the various gaming that was offered to the headlining acts that were performing inside. After a short drive, we were in the historic downtown district and we pulled up in front of the Carson Kitchen. I remembered reading about it in the latest issue of one of the local food magazines. It said it was supposed to be the hottest new gastropub in town. The limo came to a stop, and the driver walked around and opened the door for us. James and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I looked off into the distance and noticed my large apartment building a few blocks away, and I thought of Gianna, who was probably inside my apartment. I smiled to myself as I thought of her. James put his arm around me and pulled me against him, which instantly brought me back to reality. I noticed that there was a fairly long line of people on the sidewalk near the entrance of the restaurant, apparently waiting their turn to get a table. James saw the look of disappointment in my eyes as I surveyed the long line, thinking that we were in for at least an hour's wait. Just then a man in a very dapper pin-striped suit appeared from inside the restaurant and walked towards James with a huge grin on his face. They shook hands as they happily greeted one another. "James, how have you been?" he asked warmly. "I'm doing fine, Mike. I'd ask how you are, but I can see from the line that things must be going very well for you," James said, smiling. "We got a couple of very favorable reviews from some local magazines since our grand opening and the place has been packed ever since; I feel very fortunate." "Congratulations. I knew this place was going to be a success, but I obviously underestimated the degree," James said jokingly. Just then Mike turned to look at me, which changed the course of their conversation. "And just who is this lovely young woman?" Mike said, smiling at me. "Mike, this is Melanie," James said, introducing us. We simultaneously extended our hands and I felt Mike shake mine warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Melanie," he said as his eyes locked on mine. "It's very nice to meet you too. Mike," I said, smiling brightly at him. "I hope both of you are hungry," Mike said as he released my hand and turned back to James. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to your table." I noticed the look of disgust on a few of the people's faces who were waiting as we cut the line and walked into the restaurant, my heels clicking on the beautiful brown ceramic tiles. The pub had a modern yet rustic look. The walls were mainly brick, broken up by wood columns, and the ceiling had large wooden planks, giving it a bucolic, unfinished look that added to the chic, modern charm of the restaurant. Mike sat us at our table and then told James that if there was anything that he needed to just ask for him. I looked at James and smiled at him across the table. "You didn't really think we were going to wait in that line, did you?" he said sardonically, returning my smile. "Of course not," I said as he reached out across the table and took my hand affectionately. I looked around, surveying the packed restaurant. It was a very young crowd that looked to be mostly college-aged kids who I thought were probably a mix of locals and tourists. There was an amazing vibe to the place; the restaurant felt fresh and hip, exactly how the article I'd read described it. Because it was a younger crowd of people my age, I felt very comfortable, and the majority of the women were dressed like me, wearing short, sexy evening wear-style dresses, so I didn't stand out the way I did in James's restaurant in Summerlin last month. I surmised that the majority of the patrons in this restaurant were eating dinner and getting a few drinks before they headed out to the clubs and bars on the strip. After the waitress took our order, James asked, "So what do you think of the place?" "I really like it, and Mike was very nice," I said enthusiastically. "He's a good guy. I met him when I was in college, and he's done very well for himself. He has two other restaurants here in Las Vegas, and another in San Diego," James said as he intently surveyed our surroundings. "I get the feeling this isn't a purely social evening out," I said, smiling. James returned my smile, "No it isn't," he said matter-of-factly. "My business partner and I are going to open a gastropub in West Hollywood, and Mike's is so successful I wanted to see this place for myself so I could size it up and maybe get a few ideas." "I didn't know you had a business partner," I said, sipping my wine. "I own all of my restaurants except the two that I own with my partner," he said thoughtfully. "These types of trendy restaurants, like gastropubs, are much riskier and less likely to return a steady profit. However, when they are done right they can be very lucrative. Because they are so risky, it makes better business sense to share that risk with someone, hence my partner." He was so smart and business-savvy. Intelligence was a huge turn-on for me, and James had that in spades. Our conversation was momentarily put on hold as our server brought us our dinner. I had ordered a chicken sandwich that came with a small side salad and James had ordered a steak sandwich with a baked potato instead of fries. The food was delicious and we continued our conversation while we ate. We talked about my classes and his restaurants. The more he talked about his restaurants in Los Angeles the more I thought of how much I missed my family there. I have three older brothers. My oldest brother's wife is pregnant with their second child and my second-oldest brother had told me a few days before that his wife is pregnant with their first child. My two elder brothers were very stable, both had wives and were starting families, but my youngest brother was a much different story. He was the classic pretty boy and very few women could say no to him, including a lot of my friends in high school that he had bedded. I teased him constantly, telling him that he was a man-whore and an affront to all women. Even though we traded barbs constantly, I loved him dearly and I was closer to him than my other two brothers. I knew all his secrets, and unlike the rest of my family he knew all of mine. In truth, we were much more alike than I cared to admit. We both constantly bed-hopped with women and we seemed to refuse to settle down with anyone. *Maybe Gianna is changing that for me,* I thought. My thoughts then turned to my father. We spoke at least twice a week, and I knew how much he missed me and wanted me to come home and visit more, but it seemed like my absence from him couldn't be helped. My mom and I could barely be in the same room with each other most of the time, much less be civil and hold a normal adult conversation. It was just easier to stay away than see her and fight constantly. Unfortunately, that kept me from seeing the rest of my family. Just as we finished eating, Mike came to our table and asked how our dinner was. We both agreed that the food was delicious and James teased Mike about attempting to steal his chef. James paid the check and bid goodbye to Mike, and we started to make our way towards the door. As we were walking, James very roughly and possessively pulled me towards him until it felt that he was crushing me against his body. At first, I wasn't sure why he pulled me to him, then I noticed that a lot of the college-aged guys at the bar were staring at me as we were walking through the restaurant towards the front door. I looked straight ahead, ignoring their lustful gawking until we had exited the restaurant. As soon as the driver saw us, he got out of the limo and walked around to open the door. James and I slid into the back seat and James instantly put his hand on my leg as I tried to pull the hem of my dress down in an attempt to cover some of the acres of my thighs that were being revealed. James looked at me thoughtfully. "Did that bother you?" he asked. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I decided to tease him a bit. "Did what bother me?" I deadpanned back, keeping a straight face. "The men in the bar," James said, looking at me incredulously. "I didn't notice them, what were they doing?" "They were very blatantly checking you out, Melanie," he said in amazement. "They were checking you out, James, not me," I said, giving him a stone cold look. "We have a very active gay community here in Las Vegas and you have a really nice ass." His eyes got wide as he looked into mine; I could no longer keep up the charade and I broke out in a fit of laughter. James shook his head and smiled at me. "Any more of that,young lady, and I'll put you over my knee right here in the back of this car," he said, smiling as he leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. These were the moments that I'd missed most during our month apart, when we laughed and joked and it felt like we were a real couple. He made it so hard for me to keep an emotional distance. I thought for a moment, focusing on his original question. "It doesn't bother me, the way they look at me," I said seriously. "Especially when I'm wearing a dress like this, I think it's almost to be expected. It's fairly easy to ignore the looks, but the catcalls from drunken guys in the clubs, that can be a little more difficult to handle." He looked at me, deep in thought. I looked into his eyes and thought about this complex man who at times was so mystifying to me. I wanted so much to ask him how it felt as they gawked at me? Why did you crush me against you when they looked at me the way they did? You made me put on this dress; did you think they wouldn't look? Or was them looking the point? Did it make you jealous? I pondered that last question. James, jealous? No, that wasn't him. Then it dawned on me that the answer wasn't that complicated. He was just being the Alpha Male. When he pulled me against him, he was just telling the rest of the pack that this one was his, this one was taken, this one was property, this one was owned. I felt a tingle between my legs when I came to the realization that, like his car or one of his restaurants, I was his possession. \- - - - - We drove for a few more miles in silence. Even though I felt comfortable and relaxed, there was still a bit of tension in the air because I didn't know what James had planned for the rest of the evening. I felt his hand as it rested gently on my thigh; his gentle touch always seemed to steady me and give me confidence somehow. We pulled onto Industrial Road. It was an area of Las Vegas near the strip, but one I hadn't ever really been to. The name of the road seemed to describe this section of town perfectly as we drove by small construction companies and rental supply businesses. For being so close to the lavish Las Vegas strip, this area of town looked dank and dirty, and I was starting to get an uneasy feeling about where James was taking me until we started to pass by one gentlemen's club after another, which gave away our destination. The limo started to slow down and we pulled into the parking lot of the Sapphire Gentlemen's Club. I remembered hearing guys in the dorms talk about going to strip clubs, but I had never been in one myself. Guys seemed to love going to them, and I guess being a woman I was supposed to hate them. I remembered my roommate Rachel fighting with her boyfriend for three days straight because he'd gone to a bachelor party for one of his friends in a strip club without telling her and she somehow found out. To be honest, I felt sorry for the poor guy; she yelled at him for a full week and I know he didn't get laid for at least a month. *That was a pretty big price to pay to see some breasts,* I thought. I looked out the limo window to the parking lot, which was packed with cars. It was definitely Friday night in Las Vegas. The limo pulled up underneath a large canopy that covered the front door, and our driver once again exited the vehicle and walked around to open the door for us. I could hear the music from the moment the limo door was opened. It was a sensual, erotic R&B song, perfect for sexy slow grinding on the dance floor, and I could only imagine how the girls inside this club were dancing to it. I was trying to be strong because I wanted to be adventurous, sexy, and confident for James, but inside I was terrified. Once out of the limo, I clung to James and I felt his arm wrap securely around me, which made me feel better. His strength was giving me confidence. We walked inside and were met immediately by a young man, who I was sure had seen us pull up in the limo. "How may I help you, Sir?" he asked politely, a professional smile on his face. "I'd like a VIP booth and a bottle of your best champagne," James said curtly. He positively beamed, delighted that James obviously had money and wasn't afraid to spend it. "If you'll follow me, Sir, I will seat you and have one of our hostesses bring a bottle of Krug Brut, vintage 1988, to your table," the young man said. We entered a large room filled with tables and booths. It was very smoky, like any other club, and the place just oozed sex. The music was loud and the erotic R&B song I'd heard from outside was just ending. There was one main stage in the middle of the room and two smaller stages off to each side. Three girls were working the poles, dancing and gyrating, and I heard thunderous applause as the song ended. We reached our booth with the young man still smiling broadly at James. We both sat down and I slid securely up against him. "May I get you anything else, Sir?" the young man asked over the voice of the DJ who was now talking because the song had ended. It must have been because I was experiencing something new, or because of the nearly naked bodies everywhere, but I felt so uncomfortable and nervous. There were so many men here and so few women. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but this was nothing like a regular club that I was used to where the ratio of men to women was closer to equal. I needed something a bit stronger than champagne to take the edge off. "Let's get some water, James, and maybe a few shots of Tequila," I whispered in his ear. James looked directly at the young man. "I need a bottle of Patron and a couple of bottles of water," he said, and he handed the young man his credit card. "I will have your order brought to your table directly, Sir," he said as he turned and scurried quickly away. I again surveyed the scene. Another song started playing; a heavy metal song from the 80's that I remembered my older brothers listening to over and over when they were growing up. As the singer sang about 'Cherry Pie' the three girls who'd been working the poles on the stages were now mingling among the tables, and three new girls were up on the stage taking their places. I looked at James, who was not looking at the nearly-naked women but looking at me. "What do you think so far?" he asked. "Do the girls ever take off their G-strings?" "Not at this club," he said matter-of-factly. "Gentlemen's Clubs can either serve alcohol or have the girl's dance nude, but not both." He thought for a moment. "I take that back. One club was grandfathered in when Clark County changed the ordinance." He smiled at me softly. "Now that I know you prefer to drink alcohol *and* watch nude girls dance, I'll know where to take you next time around," he said jokingly. I felt my face blush deeply at his comment. *He's such a smart-ass,* I thought. I turned my attention to the main stage as a pretty black girl was grinding and swinging around on the pole. I could see every hungry eye in the crowd of men following her every move as she elegantly danced in time with the music, while the men near the stage stuffed money into her G-string as she mercilessly teased them. I also noticed that there were very few other women here besides the dancers. I counted only two other women in the entire club and they appeared to be here with their husbands. As I looked around at the rest of the patrons, I really appreciated James getting us a VIP booth. It gave us a bit more privacy than the tables set up on the club floor. We weren't quite as close to the girls on the stage, but it was close enough for me and I was glad we weren't out among the masses of men. Just then, a pretty blonde girl carrying a huge tray appeared in front of us and started to gracefully set down our order of drinks onto the table in front of us. She was wearing tiny booty shorts and a tank top that looked to be about two sizes too small for her breasts that had very obviously been augmented. I tried not to stare at them, but they looked so oversized for her tiny, petite frame and they looked like they were seconds away from exploding the seams in the little tank top that she wore. She smiled seductively at James as she passed him the receipt for the credit card and then watched him sign it. James handed back the signed slip of paper and her eyes got big when she read it and gave him a big smile. "I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you," she said sweetly as she gave me a wink and then sauntered away. I smiled at James. "I think you just made a new friend," I said teasingly. "Big tips always make for quick friends in a place like this," he said, returning my smile. I thought of making a snide comment like 'James had better keep his skanky new friend away from me', then I thought better of it. She was only doing her job, and I'm sure those balloon-sized breasts probably helped her get better tips and make much more money in a place like this. James opened the bottle of champagne and poured it into two flutes, then opened the bottle of Patron and poured us two shots into the small glasses. I was feeling much less nervous than I was when we walked in, but still jittery enough to do a shot with James. He handed me one of the shot glasses. "Here's to you, Melanie, and our fun night ahead," he said cryptically. I looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what he meant with that toast, but of course he gave away nothing. I tipped back the shot and felt it burn all the way down to my toes. Instantly, I felt better. The song stopped and the DJ began speaking as the three girls went out into the crowd to mingle with the hoard of me, and three new girls manned the poles. I picked up the flute and sipped the champagne; it tasted amazing, even better than the Dom Perignon we had at the Paris. I watched as a cute Latina girl swung around acrobatically on the pole, whipping the men in the crowd to a frenzy. Some of the girls were prettier than others, but all of them were so athletic and graceful. They had such toned arms and legs; *dancing on that pole must be an amazing workout,* I thought. I looked over at James, and again he was studying me, not the girls. "Are you having a good time? he asked. "I am, this is fun," I replied, as I really did enjoy watching the beautiful girls dance from afar. I didn't understand James, though. Dozens of nearly naked women were all around us, and it was as if I could feel raw sex dripping out of the walls of this place, so I wondered why was James looking at me. Just then an Asian girl in a tiny schoolgirl uniform approached our table. She looked into James's eyes charmingly. "Would you like a lap dance?" My mouth dropped open; *what the hell is that?* I thought. James smiled back at her. "I'll pass for now, but I know my girlfriend would love one," he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. "James, I don't think I ..." It was too late. In what seemed like a split second, she had taken the money out of James's hand and was grinding seductively on my thigh. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there motionless, almost afraid to move, as she rubbed up against me. I looked around and saw that several guys' attention was now focused on me and this girl instead of the girls on the stage, which made me even more nervous and apprehensive. As she gyrated on me I looked into her eyes and I saw she was scanning the room, looking for the next table to move to after she was done with me. I was instantly put off by that. Originally, she'd wanted to give James a lap dance, not me, but she wasn't willing to turn down twenty dollars and tell him no. Thankfully, about a minute later the song ended. I smiled at her politely and James thanked her as she moved on to a group of guys a couple of tables down. I'm not sure what I expected from my first lap dance, but that sure wasn't the 'be-all, end-all' experience that the guys talked about in the dorms. James looked into my eyes. "What did you think?" "It was okay." "Yeah, I could tell there were no sparks." "There doesn't have to be sparks." "Of course there does," he said, "I want you to have a good time here." "I'm with you, James, of course I'm having a good time," I said teasingly. That wasn't what he'd meant, and I knew it. We watched several more sets of dancers take the stages and we did a couple more shots as well as drinking about half the bottle of champagne. I had a really good buzz going from all the alcohol and I felt very loose and comfortable. I'd never come to a place like this by myself, or even with my friends, but with James beside me I felt secure and relaxed. During the next half hour, we watched more dancers on the stages and James got me another lap dance with some skinny blonde girl, which was a little bit better than with the Asian girl but nothing to write home about. We did two more shots of Patron as the song changed, and again the three girls who were dancing went into the crowd to solicit the men for lap dances. That's where the real money was for them, I reasoned, in the lap dances. It took me a bit of time, but I was catching on as to how this game was played between the dancers and the men in the crowd. It was like watching a show on Animal Planet about cheetahs stalking antelope on the Serengeti Plain. But on this show the felines were wearing G-strings as they stalked their prey, and the goal wasn't to make a kill but to empty a wallet. On the main stage, I watched as a beautiful red-headed girl got up to dance. I remembered seeing her earlier as she worked the crowd in a purple G-string bikini that she wore under a very short black leather miniskirt. The purple matched her pale skin tone perfectly. She looked very young, and at first I wondered if she was old enough to work at a place like this. She had beautiful long flowing red hair and large breasts, just as big as or maybe even a bit bigger than mine. As she swayed on the pole and removed her bikini top, even from the distance I was observing her I could tell that she had natural breasts, not augmented like some of the other dancers. I felt mesmerized by the music and the way her beautiful body swayed to the beat of the sensual R&B song the DJ had played. It felt so voyeuristic, watching this nearly naked girl dance on stage as her athletic body swung around the pole. She was wearing clear high heels like the rest of the dancers, and the muscles in her thighs and calves rippled with her every movement. The feelings she gave me as I studied her every movement were so forbidden, so naughty, that I felt mesmerized by her perfect curves. Just then, I watched as James motioned over a large security guard who was standing close to our booth. I noticed earlier that the big man was watching the girls intently, ensuring their safety as they went from table to table working the crowd. Once the security guard reached our table, James whispered something in his ear and gave the giant man a fifty-dollar bill, and he quickly disappeared. I didn't think anything of it and watched the beautiful red-headed girl finish her dance. I felt loose and relaxed. The alcohol had definitely taken the edge off. I scanned the main stage and saw the red-headed girl pick up the dollar bills that the men had thrown near the pole while she was dancing. She then quickly disappeared behind the stage and I lost sight of her. I snuggled up to James after I had refilled both of our champagne flutes, which emptied the bottle. I reminded myself to take it easy with the tequila now that the champagne was gone. It was too easy to get carried away in this place; the erotic music, the seductive, nearly-naked dancers, the alcohol, it was a sensory overload and like nothing I had ever experienced before. As I scanned the room, I spotted the pretty red-headed girl; she was flanked by the large security guard that James had whispered something to, and it looked like they were both walking right towards us! Instantly I felt butterflies churn in my stomach as I put two and two together; James had paid the security guard to bring her over to our table. As she approached our table I got a chance to look at her up close. Her long red hair was styled in loose curls. She had put her miniskirt back on. It was even shorter than my dress, and I knew it couldn't possibly cover her ass cheeks, but I guessed in a place like this that's the point. She had also put her bikini top back on. It looked to be just a little too small, as her large breasts poured out of the top and sides, and it looked like the thin purple material was straining to hold them in. She was wearing very high clear-plastic heels, maybe four inches tall I guessed, and the muscles in her thighs and calves rippled as she walked. I noticed that her high heels seemed to hoist her ass and made her gait incredibly erotic. She had a flat stomach, and from head to toe there wasn't an ounce of fat on this girl. I studied her face, seeing that she had a very light dusting of freckles, which gave her an adolescent appearance even though I knew she had to be at least eighteen to work as a dancer. She was even more beautiful up close than when she was dancing on the stage. Once she reached the table, she looked directly into my eyes. "Did someone request a lap dance?" she said, smiling at me. "I did," I said, responding in a quick loud voice that shocked me. James smiled as he slid to the side of the booth, giving her room to operate on me. I noticed the security guard giving James a knowing smile as he returned to his post to keep a lookout over the other dancers. I opened my legs and pushed the hem of the skirt between them as best I could, not wanting to give the men around us a show of my own. Without getting money from James first, she instantly put her knee between my legs as she started to grind against me. Her polyester bikini top pushed up against my satin dress as our breasts rubbed together through the thin material. She leaned forward and gently rubbed her cheek against mine, which sent shivers through my body. The other two girls who'd given me lap dances faced away from me the majority of the time, but this girl was facing me, which made for a much more sensual, erotic experience. We were cheek to cheek as she ground her body into mine and she began to speak. "When Clyde told me that a couple in a VIP booth had requested a dance, I was hoping it was you," she whispered seductively in my ear, in a voice so low I knew James couldn't hear her. She was the first dancer of the three who actually spoke to me. The other two just haphazardly ground on me like they were some type of robot. Her speaking to me and acknowledging my presence made it so much more sensual. She continued, "I'm Flame, and I saw you watching me as I danced. I hoped I'd get a chance to dance for you." I instantly felt embarrassed. Had I watched her so intently that in the crowded room, while she was dancing, no less, she'd noticed me looking at her? "I'm Melanie," I said softly, so only she could hear me, "and I love the way you dance," I said truthfully. "You're so graceful," I continued, "like a ballerina," I said honestly. "Thank you, honey," she said, as she took my earlobe in her mouth and gently sucked on it. I gasped, loud enough that I knew James could hear me, making me feel even more embarrassed. Then I quickly came to my senses. I had watched these girls work the crowd long enough to know they would probably say whatever it took to separate these guys from their money. Was she just saying nice things to me in an attempt to get more money out of James? Just then she caught me off guard and softly ground her knee into my pussy as she sucked on my earlobe again. I instantly moaned louder than I intended and I could see her smile. *Damn this little minx,* I thought. She was getting to me and, even worse, she knew it. *Who is the prey now?* I thought. *I'm no more immune to this girl's charms than those guys on the floor near the stage.* Thankfully, the song ended. She pulled away from me and I quickly pulled down the hem of my skirt that was riding dangerously high from her knee rubbing against it. *If my dress rode any higher up my thigh they were going to have to stop selling alcohol,* I thought. James handed her a twenty for the lap dance and I noticed that a lot of the guys in the crowd were watching our booth; the lap dance she had given me seemed to be drawing as much attention as the girls who were dancing on the stage. James must have noticed it too. "Is there anywhere we can go that's a bit more private, where my girlfriend can get another dance from you?" James asked her. "We have private VIP Rooms," she said seductively, "but it's $300 an hour." Her voice took on a more hesitant tone when she mentioned the price. "I think that's reasonable," James said, smiling at her. She gave me a pleased look when James agreed to her terms. We stood up and she instantly took my hand, which I had to admit surprised me a bit. It felt like every eye in the room was on us as she led us up a small flight of stairs that opened into a small hallway with a large security guard who looked as if he was standing guard at the entrance. Flame looked at James. "You have to pay him first," she said. James reached into his pocket and pulled out a large money clip. He peeled $300 out of the clip and handed it to the burly man, who counted it. "Thank you, Sir," he said in a deep voice, "please follow me." Flame squeezed my hand as we walked behind the large man. The hallway had ten rooms and each room had an intricately decorated drape that took the place of the door and could be pulled closed for privacy. Even though the drape made it impossible to see in, I could hear soft music coming from the various rooms. *It's for security,* I thought. *If a girl gets into trouble in the room, the security guard will hear her and be in there in an instant. I'm glad this place does a good job keeping these girls safe.* The security guard held a drape open for us and we walked into the room, followed by the blonde cocktail server from earlier with our bottle of Patron, fresh shot glasses, and our bottles of water that we hadn't even opened yet. It surprised me because it was as if she appeared out of thin air. "Can I get you anything else?" the waitress purred sweetly as she looked at James. James looked at Flame and said, "Would you care for something to drink?" She smiled at James and said, "I'd love a bottle of water, thank you." James nodded at the big-breasted blonde and she scurried away to fetch the water. The room wasn't that large, but big enough for us to move around comfortably. It had a booth, a large chair, and a table for drinks. James sat down in the chair as it provided a perfect view of the booth. I let go of Flame's hand, walked over to James, and gave him a hard, passionate kiss. He hadn't done very much since we got to the club besides watch me as I watched the girls dance, and I didn't want him to get bored or think that I had forgotten about him. Just as I broke the kiss with James, Flame took my hand and playfully pulled me towards the booth. As soon as I was sitting down, she started dancing seductively in front of me, and it was as if I tuned the whole world out and it was just me and her. I watched, mesmerized by her movements, as her body swayed wantonly to the beat. As she danced towards me, I opened my legs so she could move in between them. As her body swayed back and forth, she straddled my thigh and started to grind on it. I could feel the heat from her vagina radiating through her little G-string and it drove me crazy with lust. I could feel the moisture on the lips of my vagina, and without a thong to catch it I knew the insides of my thighs were becoming wet. This girl was really getting to me. I had watched the guys on the floor all night as they had gotten lap dances and they all kept their hands to their sides, so I assumed this was some rule, spoken or unspoken, within the club. I remembered laughing several times as a couple of the guys almost unconsciously lifted their hands as they yearned for just one small touch, but then caught themselves and pulled their hands back down lest they incur the wrath of the security guard who kept a watchful eye over the girls. It seemed funny at the time, but now that I was the one being teased mercilessly by this beautiful girl I didn't find it quite as humorous. I watched as she reached to her side and unzipped the leather miniskirt, which fell down her thighs onto the floor. Then she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top so her large breasts fell out of the cups. They looked even more magnificent close up as they gently swayed back and forth in time with the music. She had such beautiful pale skin that was such an amazing contrast to her stunning pink areolas and nipples. Interestingly, I remembered my freshman year when it was my friend Samantha's birthday and we decided to take her to a comedy club on the strip. I remembered the funniest part of one of the comedian's sets was how he said that strip clubs were a form of torture. I remember him saying that when he went to a strip club he wasn't allowed to touch the girls, and he wasn't allowed to touch himself, and that strip clubs should be used to torment captured terrorists. That's exactly how I felt with Flame, because I thought I would need to sit on my hands since that would be the only way I was going to be able to control them and not reach out and touch her. She was masterful at the art of the tease and I was starting to get an inkling of how frustrating it was to have perfection so close, yet for all intents and purposes unattainable. She leaned in and I felt her nipples rub against the satin material of my dress and then the soft pink nubs touch the uncovered skin between my breasts as she teased me. She knew how to use every inch of her body, and I had honestly never seen anything like it, not even in the dance clubs. She leaned in further and took my earlobe in her mouth, gently sucked on it, then seductively pulled it back. Just as she was leaning back, I inadvertently turned my head until our lips momentarily brushed, stunning her as we kissed for a microsecond. When she realized what had happened, I could see the lust instantly fill her eyes; she leaned in and we kissed harder as our tongues began to explore each other's mouths. Just as we started to get really into the erotic embrace, the song ended and she pulled away from me, breaking our kiss. I could see in her eyes that our kiss, while not unwelcome, had startled her. She had momentarily lost control and the end of the song had brought her back to reality, as it seemed she had gotten lost in the passion of our spontaneous moment. I could only guess that maybe she thought she had let the lap dance get away from her. Another song began to play and she purposefully moved towards me as our eyes met. Once she was in front of me, she slid a leg on each side of me and lowered herself onto my lap. She moved her body slowly, grinding herself on my thigh, her breasts inches from my face. She then lowered herself until our lips met again in another passionate kiss, initiated by her this time. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, our desire for each other building, as we heatedly kissed. Finally, we broke the kiss, she raised herself up until her large breasts were level with my face, and then she leaned forward and fed her nipple into my mouth. I heard a moan escape her lips as I sucked hungrily on the pink nub. She pulled back again and I let her nipple pop out of my mouth. She leaned in again, and our lips met in another hard, lustful kiss. We made out for a few more minutes until the song ended, then she sat beside me, took my hand in hers, and we smiled at each other. I noticed that James had gotten up out of his seat and walked towards us with two bottles of water. He had opened his, so apparently the cocktail server had brought us another bottle of water and left without me noticing. I glanced at my watch and saw that our hour with Flame was almost up. She had worked me up so much, I just wanted to get back to the hotel room and take all of this sexual frustration out on James. I had been teased so much by this girl I just wanted release. After James handed us the water, he slid the chair up to the booth until he was sitting a couple of feet in front of us. He smiled at both of us. "You two look amazing together, and I hope you enjoyed dancing for Melanie." Flame smiled at me. "I don't get to dance for women very often, and I really enjoyed our time together; you've both made this evening very exciting for me," she said, blushing slightly. James looked at her and smiled confidently. "Speaking of that, neither Melanie nor I want our evening together to end quite yet. Would you consider joining us in our suite at the Bellagio and spending the night with us?" My jaw dropped as suddenly James's plan became clear. We weren't here to watch girls dance or for him to watch me get lap dances; we were here to find a girl to take back to our room for a threesome. Instantly, my mind began spinning. Did I want him with another woman? Would I get jealous seeing him have sex with someone else? Then a more horrifying thought entered my mind ... Oh my God ... Gianna. Would that be cheating on her? Do I tell her? What would I tell her? I heard Flame start to speak, which broke me out of my deep reflection. "Would I be spending the night with Melanie, or with both of you?" I turned and looked into her eyes, almost surprised that she was considering this. But clearly she was. "Both of us," James said, looking intently into her eyes. She thought for a moment. "For both of you, I'd need $2,500," she said, looking coldly into James's eyes. I was trying to hide the shocked expression that I knew had to be on my face. The innocent-looking redhead with the cute, adolescent curls was gone, and a cold calculating businesswoman had materialized out of nowhere. "I was thinking more like $1,500," James said casually. She smiled at him. "It looks like the magic number is two grand then," she deadpanned back. James smiled. "Done." She gently took my arm and turned it so she could see my watch. My shift ends in a half hour; you can pick me up at the back of the building. What will you be driving?" "A black limousine." "I should have guessed," she said, looking at James. She then looked at me, leaned in and kissed me softly, then whispered into my ear. "Don't look so shocked. I wanted to get between your legs from the moment I saw you." She leaned back, kissed me hard again, and stood up. James and I watched her put her bikini top and black leather miniskirt back on, then she turned to look at us. "See you both in thirty," she said, smiling as she moved the drape to the side and walked out of the room. I watched in stunned silence as she exited. I didn't even know how to begin to process what James had just done. Of course, I wanted her, but I wasn't sure I wanted to share him with anyone. I thought for a few seconds and realized that, in our newly defined relationship, I knew I would not be given a say when it came to whom James had sex with, and the realization started to slowly sink in that maybe I wasn't enough for him. I started to feel miserable that somehow I must not be giving James what he needed to be happy if he had to pay another woman to share our bed. What else could I give him? I let him have sex with me anyway he wanted, I let him spank me, I gave him my body and, as much as I tried to deny it, he also had my heart. I felt a tear come to my eye that I couldn't hide from him. Then I thought of Gianna, and I quickly pushed her out of my mind. I'd have to deal with the repercussions of what James wanted from me, and how it would affect her, another time. It was just too much to deal with now, in this moment. I looked over and saw that James was studying my face, and his expression turned to shock when he saw the tears in my eyes. "Melanie, what's wrong? You're crying." "I-I, I don't know, James." I hated lying to him, but how could I possibly tell him the truth? I was trying to internally deal with the myriad of emotions I was feeling and not wanting him to know the turmoil I was feeling inside. I also didn't want to him to know I was falling for him. Surely he at least suspected it, though. "You were all over her a minute ago; what the hell is the problem?" he said in an irritated, angry voice. I started to feel anger as my temper started to flare up, but quickly I got it under control. I took a few deep breaths and tried to remind myself that he didn't feel the same way for me that I felt for him. It troubled me that he could take my emotions from happy to melancholy to livid in a matter of a minute, and what's worse, he didn't even realize what he was doing. I had given him so much control over my life when we were together, and those comments, like the one he'd made a second ago, cut me to the bone. "I can tell by the look on your face that something is wrong, and we need to talk about it." I took a deep breath and I tried to choose my words carefully; I didn't want to upset him. "At first, it shocked me that you wanted her to spend the night with us. Then it shocked me that you wanted to be with her too," I said, looking down, embarrassed at my admission. "Look at me," he said softly. I looked into his eyes. "You're jealous?" he asked, giving me an incredulous look like it was inconceivable how that emotion could have found its way into my head. I looked down, feeling deeply embarrassed. I hated it when he made me feel like a child, but how could it be wrong to feel these emotions that he stirred up in me? "I-I, I wanted to be enough for you," I said, looking down again. "If you need her too, then obviously I'm not, and you need more than just me to be happy." He smiled at me softly and took my hand. "Melanie, why do you think I need twelve hours of sleep when we are together?" I looked up at him and tried to smile. "You're more than enough, but that doesn't mean I don't want to watch you have sex with a beautiful woman, or join you with her. I'm going to experience everything this town has to offer, and I'm going to do it with you at my side." I looked at him and softly said, "You bring out such strong emotions in me, James, and I try so hard to keep them under control. I didn't mean to act jealous, or be possessive of you, but I ..." I was too embarrassed to finish my statement. I just couldn't find the words to tell him that I was falling for him. He smiled at me again. "The only thing I ask is for you to talk to me when you're upset. That way, we can talk things out and I can help you with what you are feeling. Don't ever shut me out, okay?" "Yes, dear," I said sweetly. He smiled, reached out, and pulled me up out of the booth, then kissed me passionately while simultaneously feeling up my dress and running his fingers over the soaked lips of my vagina. "My God," he said in a shocked tone, "she was really getting to you, wasn't she?" "James, you have no Idea." He smiled, pulled the front of my dress back down, and led me towards the door. \- - - - - I tapped the tip of my heel nervously into the side of the passenger door of the limo. James and the driver were standing outside talking and I'd been ordered to wait in the back seat. There were a lot of drunken guys outside the club, with testosterone surging through their bodies after being mercilessly teased for hours by the girls inside, so I tried to understand why I couldn't wait outside for Flame with James. I knew he was just trying to keep me safe, but still. I had poured myself a strong drink from the bar in the back of the limo and it was helping to calm my nerves. I was still really worked up from Flame's lap dances and I just wanted to get back to our room. We were parked so we could see the front parking lot but also the door that dancers kept going in and out of in the back of the building. Each time the door opened I'd look closely to see if it was Flame, but each time, so far, it wasn't. It was interesting watching the girls come out of the door wearing their street clothes as they ended their shifts. They didn't have on make-up, and many of them had wet hair, so I assumed some of them had showered after their shift. A few of them I recognized from their time on the stage, and they looked so different. Between actually wearing clothes instead of just a G-string, having no make-up, and wet hair, they looked so much more ... normal. It was such a stark contrast to the painted, nearly-naked goddesses that swung around seductively on the pole in front of the hundreds of sex-crazed guys. The door opened again and I looked closely ... it was Flame! Instantly, the butterflies in my stomach started churning a bit. Her red hair was wet, like many of the other girls who had come out of the door before her. She wore very faded blue jeans with large holes ripped provocatively in the thighs. She had on a pink tank top and her large breasts swayed sexily from side to side as she walked. I also noticed that her nipples were poking through the thin material in the evening breeze; obviously, she wasn't wearing a bra. She also had on a pair of cute white sandals that completed her look, and even with no make-up and wet hair she was stunning. Once she reached James, she stopped. They spoke for a moment and I could tell that money was being exchanged. A few seconds later, he opened the limo door and she slid into the seat. She sat next to me and looked into my eyes. James got in after her and sat on the bench seat directly across from us. As we looked into each other's eyes, we immediately began making out. I had been dying to touch her from the moment she started grinding on me with those torturous lap dances. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her wet hair as our tongues explored each other's mouths. She leaned back, breaking our kiss, and then playfully pushed me back onto the large bench seat. "I've wanted to know what you taste like for the last two hours," she said, smiling into my eyes. I smiled at her. "Far be it from me to keep you waiting, then," I said sexily as I swung my leg over her head and rested them on either side of her. I lifted my ass up off the bench seat and pulled my dress up, exposing my vagina to her as I opened my legs wide. I paused for just a second, realizing that the window that divided the passenger from the seats up front was open and the driver was watching Flame and me in the rear-view mirror. I was so wet and worked up from the night of teasing and lap dances that I didn't care if he watched us. The only thing I cared about was her mouth on me, and after hours of merciless teasing I just wanted release. The window and the driver were erased from my mind when Flame moved between my legs and rested them on her shoulders, giving her more room on the bench seat. There was no vacillation in her swift actions as her mouth instantly latched onto my vagina. I gasped and moaned as she plunged her tongue deep inside of me I felt the limo start to slowly pull forward, riding over small bumps in the parking lot as her tongue moved over my clit. I closed my eyes and cried out as I enjoyed her talented mouth on my vagina. She reached up and tried unsuccessfully to free my breasts out of the top of the dress, but James had cinched the corset strings so tight in the back that my breasts were held securely in place. I felt like I was in a fog as her tongue swirled over my clit; the sensations were rendering my brain useless to control the rest of my body. But somehow I was able to reach behind me, find the string, and pull hard, loosening the dress to let my large breasts tumble out. Once Flame saw that my breasts had been liberated, she quickly reached up and ran her fingers over my nipples as she continued to plunge her tongue in and out of me. I could feel my nipples harden immediately between her fingers as the limo hit a small bump and we were rocked back and forth slightly in the back seat. My orgasm hit me almost without warning. I screamed as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Unconsciously, I squeezed my thighs together, trapping her head between my legs as I shook violently. Slowly coming down, I began to regain control of my body. I loosened my legs from around her head and I felt her licking the juices from my thighs, and then she gave me soft butterfly kisses where she had just licked. I looked over at James, trying to focus my eyes after my very intense orgasm. He looked at me lustfully and I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. I smiled at him just as I felt Flame return to my pussy, and instantly I lost all focus when I felt two of her fingers slide inside of me, causing me to gasp and cry out. She began to plunge her fingers in and out of me and I heard loud squishing noises as I cried out again. I was so worked up from the hours of teasing, I just couldn't even seem to control myself or my body as her fingers roughly sank in and out of me. Just as I was feeling my next orgasm rapidly approaching, I felt the limo start to slow and make a sharp turn. Flame withdrew her fingers from my body and I looked up at her. "I think we are here, honey," she said, looking into my eyes. I still felt foggy and incredibly turned on, but the realization that we were at the hotel was bringing me back to reality quickly and I heard James speak. "We are pulling into the valet at the Bellagio. You had better get that dress back on, Melanie." I looked down and saw that my dress was bunched up around my waist. Flame moved back so I could swing my leg over her head, which allowed me to sit upright. I got the dress back up so it was covering my breasts again. Flame smiled at me. "Turn around, honey, so I can tie your dress back up." I quickly turned away from her as she pulled the strings and tied them, cinching the dress back up. As I turned back around and faced the front of the limo, I looked into the eyes of the driver, who gave me a knowing smile. I looked down, my face in a deep red blush, when I realized that the lower half of my body was still exposed. I lifted my ass up off the seat and pulled the dress back down, covering myself back up, or more accurately covering myself to the best of my ability, given the obscenely short length of the dress. The limo came to a stop and I looked over at Flame, who was wiping some of my juices from her mouth. Her hair was a bit disheveled from me clamping my thighs around her head, but she still looked beautiful. I leaned in and pulled her towards me, kissing her hard, just as one of the valets opened the back door of the limo for us. We broke our kiss and I watched as James exited the limo and then extended his hand to me. I grinned up at him and placed my hand in his as he helped me out and onto my feet. James then reached in and helped Flame from the back seat, then she walked over and stood beside me, taking my hand. The young valet gave both of us a knowing smile and Flame shamelessly ran her hand over my ass, teasing the young kid. I felt James take my other hand and the three of us walked to the casino door. We hurriedly walked through the casino together, and moments later James was opening the door to the suite. I didn't even give Flame time to look around the suite as I pulled her towards the master bedroom with James smiling at me and my exuberance. We had almost reached the door of the master bedroom when James spoke. "Why don't you two ladies get started, and I'll join you in a few minutes," he said, laughing. "Yeah, that's a good Idea," I yelled from inside the master bedroom. Flame and I smiled at each other and then laughed together. Our situation quickly became more urgent as we leaned in and hungrily kissed each other. The next few seconds were spent tearing at each other's clothes as we desperately tried to remove them off of each other. My hands were busy undoing the buttons on her tight jeans and getting her out of her tank top, while she was having difficulty reaching the back of my corset dress and untying those hated laces. It didn't help that my hands were all over her and I was trying to kiss her harder. I made a mental note to burn this dress, if and when she got it off of me. She finally found the laces and pulled on them, loosening them, and the dress fell to the floor. I playfully pushed her back onto the bed and fell on top of her, wrapping my legs around hers as I kissed her with a sense of urgency that surprised even me. We were kissing each other so hard, and with such reckless abandon, I thought our lips would be bruised. As I leaned back and broke the kiss, freeing her mouth, I heard her murmur. "Fuck, just put your mouth on my cunt and eat me." I had always hated that word. A woman's vagina was so beautiful, like the petals of a flower, and that vulgar term seemed to take all of the allure and elegance out of the most intimate part of a woman's body. However, in this moment, I didn't care. I was so wracked with lust, I just wanted to taste her and give her the pleasure she had given me in the back of the limo on the way to our hotel. I quickly slid down her body as I felt her open her legs for me and I sank my tongue inside her. She gasped loudly and her ass rose off the bed, and then she started to grind herself on my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her still as I licked the walls of her vagina, and then I slid my tongue out of her and began to suck on her clit. I watched as she grabbed the sheets on the bed, gripping them tightly, and pulled them towards her as my tongue lapped and I sucked at her little nub. She had such powerful legs and she was moving them as if trying to get away from me, but I held her tight, locking my mouth on her as she screamed and shook while she violently came with my mouth sealed tight on her. As she continued to shake, I eased my mouth off of her. I know how sensitive I get after I come down from the peak and I didn't want to ruin it for her by putting too much pressure on her sensitive clit. I took a moment to study her body. Her vaginal lips were pink and fully engorged and she had a little tuft of red hair above her vulva, but she was shaved smooth around her lips and anus. Her little pink nipples were rock hard and standing up proudly off of her large breasts as they moved gently up and down while she attempted to catch her breath after her orgasm. I gently licked the wetness off her lips and from the inside of her thighs. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other as she looked down at me. "God, Melanie, please do that again," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around her legs and rolling back, exposing her pussy and ass to me. I took my time, gently running the tip of my tongue over her lips, tasting more of her sweet secretions. Since she had come, there wasn't a sense of urgency like before and I could enjoy her body and the experience of being with such a stunning woman. I slowly worked my tongue inside her again and heard her moan, so I slowly moved my tongue in and out, enjoying her flavor and savoring the way she tasted. She gasped loudly as I hesitantly ran my tongue over her anus, gauging her reaction. I knew many girls didn't like to be touched there, but I could tell instantly that it was something that she liked. I looked up from between her legs and we smiled at each other. Slowly, I opened my mouth and let some saliva drip down onto her asshole. Then I used the tip of my tongue and gently worked it inside her. She moaned louder when I pushed my saliva deeper into her with my tongue and started to slowly run the tip of my finger over the hood of her clit. I felt her hips start to buck and grind against my mouth, which pushed my tongue even deeper inside her little puckered hole. She looked down, watching me as I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with a finger, which I worked an inch or so into her bottom. Simultaneously, I moved my mouth up and began lapping at her clit, working my finger in and out of her asshole faster. She moaned again. "Yeah, right there, Melanie," she gasped. I watched her begin to spasm violently and convulse. She screamed as she released and I quickly withdrew my finger from her ass, which caused her to cry out even louder as her orgasm washed over her. I slowly kissed and licked the inside of her thighs, letting her come down and regain her senses. My eyes caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of the room and I realized that James was sitting on the small couch watching us. I had no idea how long he had been there, and I realized that I'd been so caught up in Flame that I hadn't even seen him come in or sit down. He had on a pair of boxers that were pulled down at the front and he was slowly stroking his big cock as he watched us. As my eyes met his, we smiled softly at each other. He got up and walked across the room, letting his boxers fall to the ground as he approached us. He was rock hard and I could see the glistening clear fluid leaking from the head. I thought he had probably been watching us for quite a while. James stood by the edge of the bed, and I slid around and lay in front of him on my stomach. He put his cock near my face, and I opened my mouth and slowly began sucking him. The minute the tip of my tongue touched the head of his cock, pre-cum started to leak out into my mouth and I had to pause for a moment to swallow it. I had never seen so much fluid leak out of him before or seen him so worked up; he had obviously enjoyed watching us. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I felt Flame behind me separate my legs and crawl between them. I gasped and James's cock slipped out of my mouth when I felt her tongue enter my vagina. I took him back into my mouth and concentrated on him, swirling my tongue around the head, but her talented mouth was making that extremely difficult. I reached out with both hands and grabbed James's ass, pulling him closer to me and pushing his cock further into my mouth. That way, no matter what Flame did to me, his cock wouldn't pop out. While I slowly worked on him I felt her tongue travel up to my ass. I gasped and moaned as I felt her push her tongue inside my asshole as she simultaneously slipped two fingers inside my vagina. I was trying so hard to concentrate on James, but she was now making that impossible and her mouth just felt too good on me. I attempted to run my lips over his cock and hold back my orgasm so I could continue to fellate him, but she was just too talented and what she was doing to me was working too well. I pulled my head back, letting his cock fall out of my mouth as I cried out and began to shake and convulse in orgasm. When I regained my senses, I noticed that Flame was beside me on her stomach, and when I looked up I could see James's cock was between us. She hesitantly opened her mouth and allowed the large head to slip in, and I had to admit I felt a tinge of jealousy. Since I had met him, that cock had been mine, and I knew that I was more than likely in love with the man that was attached to it. Yet it was strangely erotic watching her with it. She seemed to be a bit more mechanical than I was, almost like a porn star who didn't necessarily like the guy she had to shoot a scene with. Maybe that was just my impression, because as I looked into James's face he looked very similar to how he looked when I had him in my mouth, and I could see the pleasure written there as she worked him in and out of her mouth. I looked into Flame's eyes and we smiled at each other, or, more accurately, I smiled at her and she smiled at me the best she could with a big cock in her mouth. I leaned down and took one of James's large hanging testicles into my mouth and gently began to suck, which caused him to let out a low groan. We worked on him for several minutes until I could hear his loud, labored breathing and I knew we were getting to him. After a few more seconds I felt him start to tense up and he did exactly what I thought he'd do; he pulled away from us to calm himself down so he'd delay his orgasm. Flame and I watched as he slid into the middle of the bed on his back, and we both watched his large erect penis pulse on his stomach. James looked at me and spoke softly. "Melanie, in the nightstand, there are some condoms; get one and put it on me." I looked into his eyes and tried to force a smile, because I didn't want to ruin the moment for him, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the bitter sting of jealousy. When he asked for a condom, he all but told me which one of us he wanted to have sex with first. In the countless times that we had had sex, I'd never made him use one. I was on the pill and I knew, at least up until this point, that I was the only other woman he saw besides his wife. I figured that James having sex with his wife once a year didn't qualify as risky behavior. However, I knew that Flame didn't know any of this, so of course she was smart to require that he wear a condom, and I didn't blame her for it. I reached to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open. There were about five or six tubes of lube and I had already found out earlier what those were for. As I moved the contents of the drawer around, I finally found what I was looking for. I opened the small box and pulled out the little foil package, tore it open, and removed the contents. God, how long had it been since I'd held one of these, sophomore or maybe junior year of high school? I turned around and saw James waiting semi-patiently for me. His cock was still fully erect, and it gently throbbed and pulsed. Pre-cum was dripping out of the tip and running down the side of his shaft. *It's been a while since I've seen him this worked up, maybe since the night we met,* I thought to myself. Seeing the clear fluid ooze out of the little slit was more than I could take, and I leaned in swiftly and took him into my mouth, cleaning the head. I then gently took his cock in my hand at the base, holding it steady, slipped the condom over the head, and then rolled it down his shaft. Once I had it on, I moved off to the side a foot or so and James looked at Flame expectantly. She moved from his side, swung her leg over his torso, and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. I watched them for a few seconds until James's voice broke the silence. "Melanie, put me inside her," he said huskily, his voice barely above a whisper. Without saying a word I quickly slid around to the foot of the bed behind them and took James's cock in my hand, once again grasping him at the base. Flame's pink lips were swollen and engorged, and her secretions at the opening of her vagina were clearly visible. She let out a soft whimper as I ran the head of his cock up and down her lips, splitting them, and then positioned him at her aperture. I watched as she moved back slowly, his big head gradually penetrating her. She let out a low moan as she gradually pushed back, and I watched her vagina open and receive him. James lay on the bed motionless, letting her take him at her own pace. She was very well lubed from all the sex we'd had earlier, but I could tell that he might be a bit larger than what she was used to. Flame slowly but surely kept sliding back on his cock and I watched as his member slowly sank into her body. It felt like I had a ringside seat to the filming of a porn scene. I sat on the edge of the bed mesmerized, watching the carnal display play out in front of me. Almost subconsciously, my fingers trailed down my stomach and then I gently began to touch myself as I watched her slowly take him in. After almost a minute or so, I saw his balls rest against the lips of her vagina and I knew she had gotten him completely inside. I watched intently as the muscles in her thighs began to flex and she slowly started to move on him. James let out a low moan. I saw the head of his cock as it nearly dislodged from her; just as I thought it was going to slip out, she changed direction and it slowly sank back inside. Both of them began to moan as she picked up the pace, his shaft disappearing inside her and then coming back out. I was very slowly moving two fingers in and out of my vagina, and every few seconds I let my thumb gently brush my clit as I teased myself, making sure I stayed on the edge without going over it. They were both moaning loudly as the room began to smell like raw sex. I ran my free hand over Flame's ass, and she instantly let out a gasp. Unexpectedly, she spoke in a low, husky voice. "God, yes, Melanie, play with my ass." She was bouncing up and down on him now, so it was difficult to comply with her request, but after a few seconds I was able to brush my index finger along her anus. She was still well lubed from our earlier play and I gently pushed my finger into her tight rectum. It only took a few seconds before she cried out and shook in orgasm as I continued to work my finger in and out of her ass. She collapsed on top of James and lay there for a few moments. Once he could see she had fully recovered, he used his hips to thrust in and out of her, taking control as I withdrew my finger. I rubbed my clit harder as James wrapped his arms around her and started pounding in and out of her with incredible force. I watched her legs as they began to twitch and her moaning got louder and more pronounced, and I knew James had her close again. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the entire room as I reached out and pushed my finger into her anus again. That was the only additional stimulation she needed, and I watched her body tense up. I heard her cry out and she began to shake uncontrollably. Simultaneously, I could feel my orgasm wash over me as I cried out with her. Once I had regained my senses I saw that James had never stopped pounding her as she came. From his breathing, I knew he was getting close. A few seconds later I heard him say, in low, gruff tone, "Pull me out of her, Melanie, and put me in your mouth." He stopped thrusting his hips, which allowed me to grasp him at the base and extract his cock from her. I ran my hand up his shaft, which removed the condom, and straightaway I took him deep into my mouth. I felt him thrust into my mouth several times and then he tensed up and cried out in orgasm. I had him so deep in my throat that I didn't even taste the first two or three spurts as they went down into my stomach. I eased my head back and felt the remaining jets of semen splash into my mouth, and after they finally started to subside I swallowed the rest down. After he recovered, James released Flame, and she rolled over a couple of feet from him on the bed. I slid between them, and he pulled me to his body and we spooned. I reached back and gently rubbed James's thigh, softly caressing it. I looked over into Flame's sparkling eyes and we smiled softly at each other. It only took a few minutes and I could tell James's breathing had changed and he had fallen asleep. A couple of minutes later Flame slid closer to me and we passionately kissed. The night was over for James, but for Flame and me I knew it was just beginning.

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Title: How I Became a Sissy Slut Tags: sissy, slut I wish I knew I had these sissy urges when I was younger. Who knows, instead of getting married, having kids, and living the "American Dream," I might have discovered hormones, worked my body into shape, and become a tranny porn star. After all, how often does the American Dream really work out anyway? I'm unhappily divorced, my oldest is on his 6th year of college and my second son is a bartender with his only aspiration to fuck as many young coeds as he can dip his dick into. But I'm getting ahead of myself. After the divorce, I spent a lot of time surfing porn on the internet. I started out pretty traditionally, jerking off to hot bodied sluts, wishing I still had what it took to bed these beauties. But over time, I started viewing kinkier and kinkier stuff; anal sex, bdsm, pegging, bisexual, gay, and finally sissy porn. Sissy porn gave me a raging boner every time, which as a middle-aged man was no easy feat. I tried dating a few women, but the times I was lucky enough to get them in the sack, I found the only way to get and keep a boner was to wish I was her. When she was on her knees, sucking my dick, I fantasized I was on my knees sucking a dick. Just typing this makes me feel dirty and depraved, but then again, I'm only starting to come to terms with my new sexual feelings. I started going to an adult store in a town about 30 miles from where I live. I bought my first dildo at that store and spent a month just stroking and sucking it before I got up the nerve to push it up my virgin backdoor. As I struggled to get it buried ball deep, lathering on a gallon of lube, my cock throbbed like a teenager's. And when I started bouncing up and down on it, my cock leaked like a broken faucet. I blew the biggest load that night and I realized I had some issues to work through. I ordered cross dressing gear on-line, behind the relative anonymity of Amazon. My first pair of fuck-me high heels came one Saturday morning and I spent the entire weekend walking around my house, learning how to strut my stuff, my cock in a constant state of rigidity. Other items were ordered; panties, garters, stockings, silk nighties, a wig, breast forms, bras, and even some costume jewelry and makeup. Now mind you, I'm 5'10" and nearly 200lbs of hairy masculinity, including a three-day beard that takes about 2 hours to grow. I'm an architect by training and I work on construction sites as the project lead. I wear jeans, boots, and flannel to work. Even as I started dressing the part of a sissy in the privacy of my own home, I knew it was way to late in life for me to ever resemble a "passable" gurl. I was never going to trap anybody. My jerkoff sessions became long and orchestrated. I'd dress up, spend hours gooning over big, juicy cocks on the internet, fantasizing about being the slutty little pornstars in the videos, and often shoot a huge load of cum on my chest or face with one of my growing collection of rubber dicks stuffed up my ass. I started wondering if I would ever act out any of my fetish urges, and even went so far as to post a few ads on Craigslist, looking for a willing partner. I had a few back and forth email conversations with some likely candidates, but it just never materialized. I was looking to stay super discreet (God knows I didn't want the kids or ex-wife to find out about my kinky perversions) and to be honest, I usually ended up chickening out. I was the definition of a Craigslist "flake." One weekday I took the afternoon off from work to get some stuff done around the house. But by about 2pm, I was craving to dress up and take my new dildo for a spin. It was a beauty, big and black with huge veins and a heavy-duty suction cup base. I put on a long red wig and made a ponytail, applied some slutty lipstick, clipped on my long dangling hoop earrings and then pulled out my slut locker. I keep all my lingerie in a box locked in a big steel cabinet in the garage. I have another box for my heels and one for my dildos. The garage is often where I end up playing as it just feels dirtier and more industrial, the perfect mood setting for a cheap whore like me. I mean a sissy has tools too, and the garage is the perfect discreet place to store one's tools, right? Plus, the big steel cabinet has a set of steel drawers, which are just perfect for sticking my suction cup dildos on and going for a ride. I put on some black fishnet stockings with a lace garter, my red 6" heels, a slutty camisole over my red lace stuffed bra, and my tartan ridiculously short school-girl skirt. Admiring myself in the full-length mirror I kept in the garage, I may not have been passable, but I instantly had a sissy boner. Times like this, I wanted a real man's throbbing tool so bad. I got down on my knees and worshipped the black rubber schlong, taking it down my throat and getting it good and lubed up (I'd already generously applied some slippery stuff to my man pussy). I fought my gag reflex, still not a true pro at deepthroating a dick as big as this toy. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I turned around, spread my ass cheeks and backed up onto the big black rod. With every inch I took, my sissy clit dropped another dollop of precum on the cold concrete garage floor. I started slowly and worked up a good rhythm, fucking that steel cabinet door and its big, fat dick like a whore possessed. And about that time, my life took a very unplanned change. "You look very pretty, Senor Jenson," I heard from the side door to the garage. Frozen in mid stroke, I opened my eyes to see my gardener, Jose standing framed in the open door, his hand still on the key in the lock. "Jose, uhhh, ummm," I stuttered, shocked beyond embarrassment. "I thought you were scheduled for tomorrow." "Si, si," he snickered. "But I finished up early and thought I'd knock your yard out today. But I see you are busy, heh?" "Its not what it looks like," I started. But who was I kidding? It looked like I was dressed in drag, buttfucking myself on a big rubber dick. And that is exactly what it was. "Sure, sure," he chuckled. "You are not really a sissy slut and that little rubber dildo is not really buried up your sissy man cunt." Little? He hurt my feelings with that one. This was the biggest dildo I owned. "We keep this private, right Jose?" I almost begged. "Probably," he sneered, as he walked over to where I was impaled doggy-style, the cabinet still with its plastic penis pushed up my stretched hole. "I did not know you were such a sissy slut," he laughed. "Why are you "making love" to that little rubber toy instead of servicing a real man?" He reached down and squeezed his crotch and I noticed for the first time the huge bulge in his jeans. "I, well, umm, this is just..." but I couldn't form a coherent thought. "I keep your secret, but I sure could use your services. You see Senorita Jose is off visiting her mother this week and my "Little Jose" is very lonely," he grinned. To say I was speechless would be the understatement of the year. My dick, which had instantly gone soft when I heard Jose's voice, was now rock hard again. I had assumed my life was ruined, or at the very least, I'd be giving Jose a huge raise and a life-long position as my gardener. "You like sucking dick, huh Mr. Jenson? Or maybe I call you Cissy. You'd like that huh, slut?" Actually, I referred to myself as Jamie, a feminization of my given name James, but I wasn't about to argue with Jose. "Or maybe I just call you bitch," he laughed as he grabbed my head and pulled it into his crotch. I felt the heat radiating from his tool and smelled the manly muskiness of a guy that had been doing yard work all day. I mouthed his thick rod through his denim jeans and a loud moan escaped my breathless throat. "Yes, you are a very hungry cocksucker I see," he said. "To be honest, you are not pretty at all Cissy. But I hope you make up for it with effort. Ugly girls make the best fuck sluts, they know they have to try harder. Will you try hard for me, Cissy?" "Yes Sir," I croaked, my mouth literally watering. I was finally going to suck a big, juicy, REAL cock. Jose unzipped his blue jeans and reached inside, fishing out his thick, uncut tool. Pulling it out, he gave my face a hard slap, before yanking out his huge, low hanging balls too. "You will love my cock, Cissy," he grinned. "Make it nice and hard, and I'll show you what a real man dick feels like up your tight little man pussy. You want me to fuck you, huh bitch." "God yes," I moaned. "Then say it," he insisted. "I want you to fuck my ass with your big cock," I begged. "The gardener fucks his boss," he laughed. "That sounds like a story that needs telling. Maybe they turn it into a blockbuster movie, huh?" "Can I please suck your cock, stud?" I asked, eager to taste his fat dick. "Yes you may, Cissy," he replied. "Show me what a good little slut you are." I'd practiced on my rubber dicks for months, trying out all the tricks I'd seen in the pornos. I knew I could do this, and I had no hesitation in taking his uncut tool into my mouth. "Never knew you were a flaming faggot, Jenson," Jose said letting out a low moan as I took his cock into my mouth. "I'd have used that queer mouth of yours sooner if I'd known. Guess I understand why you are divorced now." The words faggot and queer stung, but they felt so right. I was finally getting a chance to be a queer faggot and I was in heaven. "You do a good job, and I'll let the yard crew know. You'll have more Mexican dick than you can shake a rake at," he said. "Does your ex-wife know you like dick so much?" A look of real fear crossed my face as I shook my head no. While the thought of my secret getting out was worrisome, the idea that a string of gardeners filing into my garage to get their big, sweaty cocks serviced made me horny as fuck. "Let's see how much of this brown dick you can take," Jose demanded as he put his dirt caked hand on the back of my head and forced me down on his growing boner. I felt his bulb pop down my throat and I inhaled deeply, swallowing his cock like a practiced whore. With his nuts resting on my chin he ordered, "Stick out your tongue and lick my balls, Cissy. Make me happy and I won't let your little secret be known around the neighborhood." I happily obliged and he moaned approvingly. "Damn, you are one horny slut." I continued to suck him, taking a brutal face fucking in the process. He had some real aggressive tendencies, things I assumed Senorita Jose would never stand for, but I loved his rough treatment. Pulling his spit covered rod from my tortured throat, he gave my face a few wet whacks. "Damn honey, you've gone and made my dick all hard," he chuckled. "You ready to have me pop your cherry?" "Yes Sir," I pleaded. "I want you to bend me over and pound my hole with your big beautiful cock." "I'm gonna breed that sissy hole and fill you with my seed," he said. I stood up and bent over the workbench, offering him my hole as I spread my hairy cheeks. Thankfully, my ass was nice and stretched out from riding my rubber dick and I was already well lubed. "Damn, you sissy sluts can't get enough cock can you?" he smirked as he grabbed my hips, lines up his rocket, and with one big thrust, drove his long spear into my ass, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. I was pinned up against the workbench, so I had nowhere to hide as his fat prick stretched my hole even wider. I felt like screaming, but he saw my problem and grabbed my panties off the bench and stuffed them in my mouth. "That will keep your pie-hole quiet while I fuck you like a cheap slut," he said. And he did, he pounded me like a man possessed, driving his cock in and out of my ass, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but always deep. My ignored cock was still hard as stone and was leaking uncontrollably as he milked my prostate with his expert fucking. I lost track of time, but I think he fucked me for a good 15 minutes until he announced, "OK bitch, I'm about ready to breed that pussy. Gonna fill you up with my 7 day load." I could feel his cock stiffen and pulse and hot jets of man cream shoot deep into my bowels. I'd never felt more like a sissy slut in my life than as I took this alpha male's semen in my cunt. I swear he shot 8 or 9 jets of cum before slowly pulling his thick rod from my butt. "Clean it up, slut," he demanded as he whirled me around and forced me down to my knees. I eagerly lapped up his cum, sucking the last few spurts from his piss hole and taking him back down my throat to clean off my ass juices. "Fuck Cissy, you are one seriously depraved little slut," he laughed as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Love how you took it like a pro and never complained. The boys are gonna enjoy banging you." "Thanks," I meekly offered as I slurped down the last of his load, already feeling his hot cum leaking from my gaping asshole. "I gotta go mow your yard, but Ricardo will be here in 30 minutes to pick me up. I'll call him now and tell him I found some hot sissy pussy if he is interested. And trust me, Ricardo is always interested in fucking a willing hole. Oh, and if you think I was rough, I hear even the sheep are scared of Ricardo when he has a boner," Jose laughed as he left the garage. Ricardo showed up shortly with his apprentice, Felipe, and they took turns spit roasting me. Jose even dropped another load straight down my throat after he finished mowing the yard. By the end of the day, I'd taken five loads of cum and was well on my way to being a true sissy slut. My cock had leaked what felt like a gallon of milk, and I'd blown my load twice without every touching my ignored sissy clit. When I finally stripped off my lingerie, limped into the house, and took a hot shower, I had a smile on my face that wouldn't stop. Oh, and a burning in my ass that took days to subside. Trust me, I'm not complaining!! And my yard has never looked so good.

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Title: Invading Will, Chapter 7 by Ahndeleck Tags: Adventure, Character Development, Dragon, Fighting, Human, Magic, Novel **Invading Will** **Chapter Seven** By: D. C. Henry ("Ahndeleck") Matthew Snowbough walked slowly through the pine trees, covered in a deep snow. This time of year was harder for magic, with the life of the forest sluggish and sleepy. Some of the druids in the circles above him needed him to go into town and gather something he recalled, that was why he was in the pine forest. As he walked, he tried to remember what he was supposed to be getting for them, but nothing came back to him. Several minutes seemed to pass, in complete silence, the faint smell of pine trees and fresh snow all around him. The branches above and around him made soft shadows stretch over the more open patches where the snow had collected. The air was cool and sharp, Matt loved winter, and its sights and smells. When he was a boy, winter always meant adventure. Then when he became a druid, he saw winter as a new form of life, to be appreciated and cared for. As Matt walked through the snow he felt there was something missing. He thought about it for a few moments, and then realized that he wasn't making any noise through the snow. He felt the crunch of the snow, but never heard any sound. Matt knew that was impossible, his boots should at least make some noise with the snow. He looked down as he continued trudging forward; still no sound came from his boots. He stopped and thought for a while. Whenever something unnatural occurred, there was a reason for it, he just had to find what it was. Then he remembered what he was doing, he had purposely put himself into a state of dreaming. Matt knew this would be the hardest part of his exercise. Many of the druids in his circle had difficulties with controlling their dreams. He was already doing much better, or so the other druids said. He never seemed to find what he was looking for though, and it frustrated him to no end. Especially at this moment, he stood in the middle of a soundless pine forest, not a living thing in miles it seemed. He came into his dream to find the answer to why the circle had been acting strangely. Nothing around him appeared to hold any clues. The circle had been denying new entrance to the circles for several weeks, and this bothered Matt because without new members it would be hard to teach druid ways. Many of the arch-druids were already extremely old and barely came from their huts. They never seemed to see any of the inner circle druids to let one ascend to arch-druid status either. Matt felt as if the druids just decided to stop trying to continue, which Matt knew would lead to the end of the circle for sure if they didn't fix it soon. The arch-druids stopped communing as well. Matt had asked other of the outer-circle druids if they had noticed, but none of them had noticed. He wondered how it was that so many people could fail to see what the circle's lack of work for the forest had done to their very home. Matt could feel the forest straining now to support them all, but he couldn't help the whole forest by himself, he needed the circle to work with the forest. A distinct feeling of being followed began to billow within his mind as he moved through the silent world. Matt knew that in his dreams, his feelings were always right, so he stopped and turned slowly. Behind him stood a man that was dressed in the traditional garb of lower circle druid, just as he was dressed. The figure wore the simple hide pants and short tunic, brown in color with no embellishments to speak of. The cloak he wore was of a leaf green fabric, and on the shoulder lay the three hawk feathers to show the outer most circle rank. This stranger however, appeared as if he stood in the deepest of shadows, all the colors of the man drained into a dark nearly black mockery of the real colors. Matt felt as if the man wasn't really there, as if he wasn't even a part of this dream state he was in. His hood was up and around his face, so Matt could only see the stranger's mouth. "I want to give you an offer Matt." The stranger's voice felt like icy water in Matt's ears. "There is a new way of doing things in the world, and I need you to help make this new way possible." The man's voice was harsh, like a whisper spoken too loud. Matt squinted at the man, trying to discern if this visitor could be trusted or not. His impressions with the man seemed to be at war. Part of him wanted to trust the new comer, and the rest of him felt completely repulsed by him. He couldn't shake either feeling, so Matt decided to be cautious. Matt's gut feelings told him that what was before him was more than met the eye. "I'm glad you've at least decided to listen to me Matt." The stranger stepped closer, "The druids need a new path, as I am sure you've been seeing, the rest of your circle is headed to the end of its days. You can feel it too can't you? "The arch-druids sit and do nothing. The others have grown apathetic to the woods about them without the leadership of the arch-druids. The forest stands ready to collapse about us all. "They need a new leader. They need a leader with vision, which I am sure you have. They need a leader with understanding, which you've shown to me just by listening. They also need a leader with power, which I could give to you. Those of your station are leaderless now, and are looking for someone to stand and take the druids to their new glory. "I could help you achieve mastery of nature Matthew. I could help you attain the power of an arch-druid. I could give you leadership of the entire circle. I could give you the whole forest to let you nurture it. You know the other druids need you. You know the forest needs you." Matt crossed his arms in front of him and looked down at the stranger, his face still covered. "Where would you have me lead the rest of my circle, stranger?" "To glory Matthew, glory and war." Spreading like thunder clouds across the sky, the portion of the man's face that Matt could see twisted into a wicked smile, "First tear the arch-druids from their inner circle. Sometimes to help the forest grow, a part must burn. "But this small wood is but the first of your trials. A raven from the south comes to bring war to the lands of the north. You know that the last thing that people want in this land is war. The lands surrounding your forest could not survive a war with the south. Would you protect your precious circle, would you fight to protect the people of this land? " "You want me to lead druids into a war? Are you even listening to yourself? Druids don't believe in war, we don't believe in rampant killing of others." "Not even if you are the only thing that stands in the way of slaughter?" "That doesn't matter, we're bringers of balance, life, and peace." "Sometimes Matthew," the stranger stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder, "A people are called to do more than what they believe in. Sometimes they are forced to make difficult decisions, decisions that can lead to the life of millions at the cost of thousands." Matt nearly cringed at the touch of the man. A cold shiver seemed to pour into his shoulder and through his neck. He felt a haze brush across his thoughts, he felt The words filled Matthew's mind, but as they did, so did confusion. The longer he had been with the man, the more it felt as if he knew him. Looking at the dark face, Matthew felt this man knew his entire history. With each moment Matthew felt he wanted to believe the stranger, to follow him and do what he wished. Despite what he felt, Matt knew placing trust in the man would be misguided. Matthew knew the stranger wasn't part of the dream, and that alone made everything the man was a threat. Never once had Matthew had such a solid different person inside his own dreams. What he wanted was wrong as well, Matthew knew that the path druids followed was not one of war. This was the first thing he druids had taught him when he agreed to learn from them. The kinship he begun to feel was a fog in his mind, and clouded his thoughts, nothing seemed clear to him at all. "Come with me Matthew," the stranger reached up and laid a hand on Matt's shoulder, "together we can bring your circle what we want, even what you want for it. Trust me Matthew, with me, all is possible." Matt nearly cringed at the touch of the man. Cold seemed to pour into his shoulder and through his neck. Suddenly every mote of trust for the man vanished, and Matt threw open his arms knocking the stranger's hand away. "I refuse your offer. Now leave me in peace before I force you to leave." "Force would do you no good." The smile had evaporated from the man's face, "I see now that you are not the one I seek. Your time will come in turn." As the man turned to leave, his shadowy form dissipated. In the time it took the blink, the man was gone, as if he had never been present in the snowy landscape. Matt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He began to let the world around him fall slowly apart into darkness and dreams. The feeling of being swept back by a river filled him. Suddenly the blackness around him seemed to snap into place. His dream had ended finally, and still he hadn't found any answers. He had only found anther question. He rose from his small bed and rubbed his shoulder slowly. Matt realized the cold he had felt in his shoulder in the dream had followed him into the real world. He looked around the dark nearly unfurnished hut he called his home, there had been no signs of entrance or disturbance at all. He could see in the early dawn light from his small window that the dirt floor hadn't been disturbed since when he had shuffled into his bed. As he rubbed his shoulder, the events of his dream began to trouble him even further. He remember how the man's presence felt draining and cold. Each time the stranger spoke, it also felt as if he could follow the stranger's ideas in his head. No other meeting he had ever experienced in his dreams had been like the one with the shadowy stranger. Still he felt a stiff cold in his shoulder, which troubled him further. Never had a dream followed him into the real world so certainly. His shoulder felt burned, like the stranger's touch pulled life out of him. The sounds of the summer birds had already started as he sat in his own silence. That marked the beginning of his day, even though his day began much earlier in the dreams. Maybe he should talk about the dream to some of the others in the circle, someone he trusted. He watched out the window as different druids came out of their nearby small huts. The entire circle didn't live in this small grove, but many of the outer circle lived here for now. As they came out of their huts one by one, Matt took stock in each one, could this person be trusted, or would they make poor conclusions about his visions last night? As he watched no easy answers came to him, so he looked back to the brightening summer green pine trees all around them and thought even more. \*\*\* Peter and the rest of the men had traveled most of the day, and they felt the challenges of the past several days. Following the captain of the scouts and their dragon ally through the woods hadn't proved easy. The trap they had set at the bridge should have worked as well, but once again the two proved to be more resourceful than either he or Kyle had imagined. Since the trap, Kyle had ordered them to travel deep into the woods. Hopefully far enough away from the bridge that no one would be able to find them. After all the marching and then running from a failed trap, Peter knew his men needed rest. Their new hiding place in the woods should be able to deliver the rest they all needed. Kyle sat at a small fire further away from the rest of the men. He had never mingled with the men much. Peter didn't mind that Kyle used him to lead all the men. While most of the soldiers he had selected didn't believe in Kyle's power, Peter knew enough about the man to do exactly what he wanted. Peter stood from his place at the larger campfire and walked slowly towards Kyle's lonely glimmer of light in the forest. The others whispered, but Peter paid them no attention. Kyle sat starring into the small flames, even while sitting Peter could see the height of the man. His figure draw upright and tight, his face an intense mirror of thoughts. When Peter came to the edge of the light at the fire he stood waiting to see if Kyle would let him speak. He would not disturb the man, he had heard stories of how Kyle had risen to power. The details were never the same, but the result was always the same, Kyle had killed his father for an early inheritance. Kyle appeared to be completely withdrawn into his thoughts, even after minutes of standing in place, he continued to ignore Peter. He decided that perhaps Kyle hadn't decided what to do now that all their plans had failed. The master might need more time to develop a way to save their mission, or a way to escape their punishment. "Peter, wait a moment." Kyle's tight nasal voice never seemed to fit the man's stature, "I believe that the time has come that we need direction in our mission." "We haven't needed help from the Hearers so far, why would we-" "Because all of our plans have failed. We need a new plan something that's certain to succeed even with the dragon and the woman present. We can't take any action against them, because they see it coming and know how to counter any force you and I have." "How would we do that, Baron?" Peter walked to the fire and sat across from Kyle, "Even with your plan with the mushrooms and my plan to sneak in and assassinate the royal family, they still managed to stop us. The bridge was the only real direct approach wasn't it?" "It was yes," Kyle nodded to the fire silently for several moments before he continued, "But what we need is to see what the Hearers suggest, they may have a better grasp on the situation. Grasps on situations that we can't even understand." "That's part of why I don't want to deal with the Hearers baron. They can't always know what is going on. They listen to something, I don't even know what, that we know nothing about. What if the Hearers are wrong and get us all killed?" "Then that's what the Hearers mean for us to do. But I don't believe they would kill us Kyle, we are too useful for them here, right where they need us." "If you say so Baron." Kyle turned towards one of his packs and took a black globe from soft wool wrappings. As he held the ball in one hand, he pulled a small silver stand out of the pack and laid it in front of the fire. Slowly, he laid the black globe on the stand, and stared down into it. The globe looked as dark as the night around them, the fire draining away all colors to pure black. This globe did the same, not even the light of the fire could dance off the smooth surface, the globe was a solid black, nearly a hole in the space between him and Kyle. Peter shivered as the temperature around him changed suddenly, and the light around the two of them seemed to retract at the same time. Now he could barely see any light on Kyle's face, and the fire between them seemed to turn to small embers. The darkness around them felt as if it was swirling closer, even though Peter couldn't see anything move. The light stopped receding, and an unnatural stillness piled around them both. At first Peter thought his eyes were tricking him, but then he noticed nearby a similar receded light contained the silhouette of three figures. "Have you succeeded?" the figure closest to Kyle spoke with a deep husky voice, "Have you and Peter eliminated the royal family?" "No Hearer," Kyle began, "there is a dragon that none of you have told us about. He knows enough to be dangerous to our mission and he-" "Yes we know of the dragon." The figure in the middle said, a young woman's voice that sounded smooth ad venomous, "He appeared soon after you arrived. We have been watching him for some time, and have expected you to come to us." "Much sooner than you did Kyle," The third voice, a strong and pleasant voice, the kind Peter would expect from a friend, "But you've been trying very hard on your own so far. Very brave, but foolish Kyle. You should've come to us sooner when things started changing. We can see what must be done, you know this." "I know Hearer, but I thought that if I could still do what you commanded without bothering any of you maybe I could still have my reward." "Don't think of it Kyle," The largest figure spoke again, "your reward will still be yours. But you do need to complete a mission." "Now though the mission has changed," The woman said, "The Will has been watching your actions and the actions of your enemies. You will no longer be trying to kill the Royal family. The Will knows that a better future awaits us if the prince is convinced of our path. "How Hearer?" Kyle looked from one shadowed face to another, "Deanna and that dragon will find us before we could-" "You're not supposed to be asking questions of the Will, Kyle. Perhaps if you'd just listen and then do exactly as you're told, life would be much easier for us all. "You will go to Freeraven, and pose as an ambassador of Torland. They will be wary of you at first, but you will tell them you're there to make a trading agreement. Freeraven lumber for more refined goods from the north will be one of the things you will bring them. You'll also tell them that you are there to calm the histories between the two nations. With this you will gain their favor, tell them that Torland is learning ways of the south, tell them everything they want to hear about Torland. Lie to them, tell them every sweet thing they yearn for. "This will help win Prince Alan, because he dreams of such things as well. You will quickly gain his favor. Once you have it, the Will sees the lady of the sword and the dragon returning. They will both have news for Freeraven. The prince will call for a council meeting, one that you'll be called to attend as well. "Once you are in the council you will tell them that the druids are marching against them. We've already made certain that Freeraven scouts can verify this as well. You'll tell them that the druids are marching against all nations to return the world to its fullest natural state, the destruction of cities and nations." "Hearers, this seems rather bold to me." "It might Kyle," The loud vicious man said, "but the Will knows of its success. This is what you must do. They will send the lady of the sword against these druids in the north. You will send them to Fort Blister. From there, all of our enemies will be within our power. "Then I'll do it," Kyle said, "but what about the prince? How will I convince him to follow the Will?" The smaller man stood, shadows seemed to fall from him like platelets of dust. His still dark hidden form walked closer to them and held out his dark hand. In his hand a small ring that looked as if it was at the bottom of a deep pool shimmered with darkness in his palm. He held it out for Kyle. "Kyle, take this ring. This will be our key to the prince, and his mind. When the other two are gone give this to him any way you see fit. As long as you are free to contact us, and empower the Will's stone, we'll crack into his mind. Eventually we shall own him. He too will be a hearer of the Will. Once a Hearer, he will give up his thrown to the one he trusts most. That will be you Kyle." Kyle took the ring gingerly out of the Hearer's hand. For a moment the ring continued to waver, then the ring seemed to snap all at once in Kyle's hands. It was a simple silver ring, with a small depth-less black stone set in the center. Kyle looked up with a smile. "When he has this, I'll be king?" "Not right away Kyle," the smaller man stepped back to his invisible throne in the darkness, "We will need time to work on him. Have patience as we work on his mind. Eventually you'll have your kingdom. Just remember to keep this stone, the one you speak with us charged with your magic each day. Otherwise, we won't be able to reach Prince Alan." "If we can't Kyle," The huge man leaned forward and the shadows loomed closer to them, "We'll let them have you. Don't fail us." "No Hearers, I won't fail you." "Good. The Will guides." "The Will Guides." Kyle bowed, and Peter followed him. Kyle hadn't even finished the sentence when the darkness seemed to lift from around the camp. Peter could see the trees suddenly fly back around them as if they ran into place. Life flowed back through the fire, and its brightness and warmth returned. The change was so sudden Peter nearly fell over, a sense of dizziness filled his head, almost as if something heavy had been torn from is mind. "Damn them all," Kyle said, "how is it they expect me to do this when I can't see everything like they can? Do they expect us all to fail? This plan seems to rest too much on things that haven't happened yet, and no way to know if they will. My first plan would have worked if only they had told me everything. If they had told me about the maggot dragon I would have this whole damned nation as my own." "Maybe they didn't know about the dragon when they told us the plan baron?" "The Will can see everything," Kyle snapped back, "It sees into everything, it knew there would be a dragon, and it knew we would fail. Don't think for a moment that the Will doesn't know what we're doing." "Then why question the Will or damn the Hearers baron?" "Peter," Kyle said slowly, "why question me?" Peter took the question as a dismissal, and decided to leave while he still could. He might be Kyle's superior when it came to fighting or simple prowess. Peter knew better than to believe he hoped to have a chance to stop a circle mage, especially one as powerful as Kyle. Peter stood slowly, then gave a short bow. Kyle stared back at him with cold sharp eyes. Peter felt the stare until he reached the other men at the second campfire. Then the stares of the other men at the camp began to rest on him. There would be no rest from them until he could tell them something about the meeting with the Hearers. Each of them knew that a meeting with the Hearers meant that something was going to happen, something always did. He looked slowly from one man to another, trying to understand how Kyle might decide to act as an ambassador. He couldn't take all the men, only a small handful of them, not he near twenty he had with them now. "Alright," Peter said just loud enough to be heard over the fire, "We're going back to Ravenstone. We'll probably be leaving early tomorrow morning. Not all of us are going to be going into the city. So here's what I want to do. Brent, Steve, John, and Mike, all of you will be coming with me and the baron into the tower. The rest of you I want you all to go back to the main camps and tell the others where we've gone. I need you all to set up meeting points in town just like last time so we can coordinate with the camps outside of town. Also, make sure those camps keep moving, the last thing we need is for us to be discovered while we're right in the middle of the ant hill." "How long will this be going on?" one of the men from the back asked. "I don't know. It could be a week, or we might get to see how much it snows here. Either way, we're going to be here until this is over. Just listen for my direction, and we'll all come out of this ahead. Kyle will make sure we're well rewarded when we get this nation as our own, its just a matter of time. Now no questions, just go get some rest. We'll need it." There were several grumbles, but Peter knew each man would follow them. There wasn't much danger for the camps, only the few that would be going inside the tower. Kyle was the one that had the most challenging part of this mission now. How could Torland befriend the small nation of Freeraven? Peter was glad Kyle got the job and not him. \*\*\* Where the arrows had hit him still hurt, but Raogothcar was glad they weren't very deep injuries. The wounds on his side had mostly healed now for him, but the tears in his wing would take a while longer. They weren't bad and he could still fly with them, they just stung a lot when he stretched his membranes. He worried about Jacob, since his wound seemed to take longer to heal. Raogothcar had offered to draw a circle spell around it to help it heal, but Jacob had turned the offer down. Whenever he asked about it, Jacob would only tell him that his leg felt "Stiff." He wanted to help, but if Jacob didn't want any then Raogothcar wouldn't get in the way. Deanna had told him that the land past the river was mostly farms, but she didn't tell him anything else. They had cleared the last of the woods the first day after crossing the river. After walking for days through woodlands, Raogothcar was glad for a change of scenery. He stopped to watch the farmer work, and explained to both his companions and the farmer that he'd not gotten a chance to see what they did. The farmer was friendly enough and offered to explain his farm to Raogothcar. Pleased with the chance to learn, Raogothcar told the group to go on without him so he could listen to the farmer. After nearly an hour, he finally felt he understood what they did and thanked the farmer before he left to catch up with Deanna. On the way he enjoyed seeing many more of the grain farms. Their small path had joined the main east-west road after the bridge, and Deanna decided they would stay at road side inns. Raogothcar discovered that the inns didn't have dragons in mind when they were built and the first night he slept behind the building. Deanna let him eat with the rest of the soldiers in the inns, and Raogothcar enjoyed trying different dishes that they prepared. The next night Raogothcar enjoyed trying a thick stew with the other guards. It wouldn't have been very filling for him, but Raogothcar had eaten with the humans every time they ate. Three tiny meals a day was more than enough for him to live on comfortably, but his stomach always felt empty. He didn't mind the discomfort since it seemed to make everyone else happy. After the stew, he walked outside the inn. It had become quite late and the stars had really begun to shine above him. He looked at the small group of buildings around him and guessed there wasn't enough to call the place a village, maybe just a place for humans to rest during long trips. Raogothcar decided he would sleep behind the in like he had the night before. The small sliver of the deep and white moon gave a faint soft glow. As he found a comfortable spot at the end of the building, he looked out over the field before him. The green stems shooting into the sky slowly waved with the gentle rhythm of the night breeze. Curved waves of bent wheat moved slowly over the entire land, only a fence far beyond broke the patterns. He looked up into the sky, each star twinkling in time with the chirps and clicks a insects hidden in the wheat. Each cricket seemed to time itself with a star above. Each murmuring insect rumbled with the roll of stars brightening and dimming. Raogothcar smiled as the breeze and the wheat competed against the insects and their stars. Even far from his den, he felt like this place could be home. He wondered if the humans could see the same wonder in the land he could see. Most dragons appreciated a good view, but he wondered how many humans did. "Tomorrow we should be in Palitos." Deanna said softly behind him. The sudden break in the quiet symphony made him jump slightly, "Oh, that will be good." For a moment he felt sad that they would leave the fields behind and go back into a city with stone and so many people. People were very exciting and always different, but there was something about being out with the wind. There was a comfort in a small cave, and a pleasant grove of pine trees like his new home. "The stars are beautiful out here aren't they?" Deanna said quietly. "They are," Raogothcar turned to look at Deanna as she leaned on the inn, "I like how the wheat out there moves too. I haven't really seen it before from this angle. It looks very different from high above. My mother always said it looks like the calm ocean from above." "I suppose it would." Raogothcar turned back to the living ocean ahead of him before he went on, "Deanna? Do you like what's out there?" "What do you mean?" "The grass moving and the bugs singing, and the stars, all of its nice isn't it?" "Its different." "You don't like it?" "I do like it. I don't look at this very often. I see what other people want to do with it rather than what it is. I see wrong desires, people planning both for good and bad of the land and others, I see life and death." "You don't see how pretty it is?" "Maybe I forget to look for 'pretty' sometimes." "I wish I could show you how pretty Ravenstone is from the sky sometime. Its very nice." "I'm sure it is." "Maybe sometime I could learn how to do paintings like the ones inside the tower and show you what it looks like. It might take a long time, neither of my parents learned how to do anything like that, and I can't think of how it might work. But someday I would really like to show you. Would you like that Deanna?" He waited for a response, but nothing came. He turned away from the scene before him to where Deanna had been leaning. She had gone. Raogothcar sighed and turned back to the rustling and chirping once again and watched for a short time. Humans might not see things he did, and he felt bad for them. There were so many good things all around them, but if all they saw was how to use the land then humans missed so very much. After he had his fill of the world around him, Raogothcar tucked his head close to him and closed his eyes. There must be a way to show Deanna how to see everything like he did, he knew what he saw was good and that others would like it. He was certain that Deanna would love to see the world the way he did, he just wasn't sure how to get her to see it. \*\*\* An early rising bird woke Raogothcar the next morning. He knew that the others would be getting ready already and that he didn't have much more time before the others wanted to be on their way. The morning was cool and the sunrise promised good leisurely flying as well. Reluctantly, Raogothcar rose, and stumbled his way into the inn to get a small drink of water before they left. After he got his drink, he sat outside and waited with Deanna for the rest of them to finish. Raogothcar followed them as they walked further towards the east. As they went he noticed more buildings, not only farm buildings but small merchants, even groups of buildings clustered together. By noon he could see the first tower of Palitos. Each step seemed to push the city towards the sky, the only break in a sea of farms. The gray stone shone in the sun drawing the eye out of the monotony of various fields. Below the walls of the city were hundreds of smaller buildings, Raogothcar could tell that the city was much larger than Ravenstone. By the afternoon they had entered the city. As they walked down the cobbled road, Raogothcar watched the farmers and workers as they passed. Most of them seemed to wear simple clothing, many of them carrying tools that Raogothcar couldn't guess what they were for. He guessed most of the things were for the fields that were near the city. After watching several people, Raogothcar noticed that most of them were watching him back and whispering to each other. One pair of older men sat on a small porch in small wooden chairs. The nearest one pointed with a walking stick at him and whispered over to his elderly companion. Raogothcar noticed their frowns and quiet whispers. Further down the road, Raogothcar and his group came up to a small group of young women. Raogothcar could see them talk amongst themselves quickly, then they moved to the farthest side of the road. As they passed, Raogothcar smiled at them, but they turned away from him. Nearly everyone they met seemed to have a frown on their face or would point at him and whisper to others. Raogothcar began to feel uncomfortable being in the city, he couldn't understand why they would act that way. He decided that maybe it was that they didn't know who he was yet. Maybe if he introduced himself they might like him more. A few houses down the road, an old couple were working outside together. The woman had her back to them washing some clothes in a barrel of water. The old man had his head down over a small box sharpening a set of small knives. He could hear them talking to each other happily, but Raogothcar couldn't understand what they were saying. The man looked up as they neared and his face melted into the look of surprise, even fear. He set down the small knife in his hand and picked up a much larger one and pointed towards them with it. "Good morning to you both," Raogothcar said cheerfully, "It's a wonderful day isn't it?" The old woman had turned around and shrieked, "Harold, get inside!" She dropped the shirt she was holding and stepped inside the door, "Harold come now, don't even think about it." The old man looked down at the knife in his hand, then back to Raogothcar. For a moment, Raogothcar thought he man looked angry, then it seemed an idea came to him and he dropped the knife and followed the old woman inside. The door slammed shut a second afterwards. He hadn't expected such an extreme reaction from them, he had never seen anyone behave that way when anyone greeted them. Raogothcar knew he hadn't been around humans very long, but the couple's reaction seemed wrong somehow. It disappointed Raogothcar to see them run from him. As Raogothcar walked passed the building Helen rode up next to him. "Suppose they don't like dragons." Helen said, "Their loss though, you're good enough." "What do you mean 'good enough' Helen?" Raogothcar turned to look up at her. "Oh you know there are other dragons that live around Freeraven right?" "Yes, but I've not seen any of them yet. Where are they?" "Most of the time, I don't know and don't care to find out. They're a nasty lot the three others flying about. I heard one of them was a real mean merchant when she came into town. I hear the town guards are always getting complaints about her. She'll sell you blind on things that don't work near as good as she says." "That's just wrong. Humans are wonderful creatures," He looked behind them at the house with the old couple, "although they are strange sometimes." "You dragons are strange you mean. Especially you, you're alright. You don't yell at people, you don't snap, you're pretty honest. I'd say that's strange for a dragon. Although I heard there's another pretty likeable one down in the Black Feather Woods. We get a couple of odd farmers and hunters in Freeraven once in a while talking about her. Never seen her in town though." "So I'm not all that strange after all. There's another dragon like me that likes humans. My mother and father like humans too, so that's another two that are nice. We're not so strange at all now are we?" "Oh you're all strange alright. You talk a little too much for a dragon that's for sure," She reached over to pat him on the back of the neck, "That and you're cute sometimes even." The last time he heard that was from his mother years ago, Raogothcar could feel the spines on his neck and on the sides of his head rising with embarrassment, and his face began to flush. He looked back and scowled at Helen. When she started laughing Raogothcar nearly stopped walking and decided to sulk in the back of the line. He couldn't believe she thought he was cute. He wasn't even sure how he could be, especially now that he was out on his own. His mother called him cute when he was playing with his dog when he was still a hatchling. Then he hadn't cared, the puppy was wonderful and nearly always fun. Cute was for hatchlings, not for a grown dragon. Determined, Raogothcar decided he would find a way to redeem himself in the future, he couldn't let the humans think he was still just some hatchling. When Raogothcar looked back up he had fallen behind, so he picked up his pace to catch up with the rest of the group. Two men on horse back rounded a corner ahead of them and approached Deanna. Raogothcar noticed they were both in shiny metallic armor and looked much like the guards back in Freeraven. Deanna stopped to let them approach, she looked back and motioned for him to come up with her. Raogothcar walked up to her side and waited for the other two men to get to them, wondering what they might want. They didn't seem to be threatening; one of them was even smiling. The man in the front was the shorter of the two Raogothcar guessed, but it was hard to tell with them both on horses. They both wore a chainmail vest and had simple swords at their sides, but the man in the back also had a crossbow strapped to his the harness of his horse. The two came to a stop in front of them. One of them raised his hand and smiled at them as he introduced himself, "Welcome to Palitos travelers, I am John Solomon, captain of the guard." He then motioned to his partner, "This is Isaac, one of my lieutenants. We heard from some of our citizens one of the dragons came into town, but I can see you aren't one of our regulars are you?" "I am Deanna Woolsmith, Captain of the Freeraven scouts. These are my scouts. Jacob, Helen, and Travis. " Raogothcar realized suddenly that she hadn't mentioned him. He looked up and found she was looking down at him. When he turned back to the guards and found each of them looking down at him too he suddenly felt nervous. "I am Raogothcar." Raogothcar said slowly, "Its nice to meet you both." "Well, I'm glad to meet all of you. I'm here to be your escort while you are traveling in Palitos, especially you Raogothcar." "Why is that?" Raogothcar said as he sat down. "Since you all aren't from around here, you don't know the news I suppose. I suppose it was what? Was it a week ago now Isaac?" Isaac nodded, "Yes, a week ago." "Right, anyway, this dragon came into town and was doing some trading or some such. I think his name was Acealtar, and I'd never heard of him before. Well, what I've heard some young children were playing and apparently they had a dare with each other. One of them was to steal something from Acealtar. Acealtar didn't take on to the kid's game and turned back and mauled the poor kid to death. Brutal mess I'll tell you. I still can't stand the memory of it. I'd never seen such a dragon. "Well," John shook his head, "everyone was stunned by it. No one was able to get there in time to stop the dragon or help the kid or anything. The dragon then threw the kid aside as if he was nothing and then took off to the west somewhere. We've not heard anything else about him since then. "From that day the town's view of dragons has been getting worse and worse. I've made it a point to escort any dragon that comes into town. We have quite a few regulars and most of them are quite proper. Most haven't liked my constant presence, but it is mostly for their protection you understand. I don't want any more ugly incidents. Also, it makes the citizens feel more comfortable that if anything does happen, I'll be right there to sort things out. "So, now that you all know," John smiled and waved at the city behind him, "where can I take all of you?" "He killed a child?" Raogothcar couldn't fathom such a beastly act, "He really killed a child?" John sighed then nodded, "Yes he did. I've not heard of anything quite like it before." "If you could Captain," Deanna said calmly, "Could you take us to the library? Freeraven needs to know a few things." "Good, excellent." John twisted around in the saddle to Isaac, "Could you go on ahead and let them at the library know they have some special visitors coming?" "Of course, John" Isaac said, then turned his horse and trotted down the road further on. "Since you know the town so well," Jacob said from behind Raogothcar, "Could you point us to an Inn? I'd like to sit for a bit and I don't think the air of a stuffy library would do well for that." John laughed, then said as he turned his own horse, "My men tell me there's a great Inn not far from the library. Some of the neighbors don't appreciate it as much as my men do, but I'll show you. I'm sure it will do."

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Title: Part 12, Findings by BLDR Tags: Character Development, F/F, Feline, Medical Procedures, Transformation, Unbirthing Steph was smiling. She had been sleeping the past few days in different places. Mainly Nicole's, Danica's or Launi's womb or stomach, and she was enjoying it, today she was in Nicole's womb, Danica was in there with her and they had enjoyed some private time inside Nicole before falling asleep. Nicole was smiling. Launi imparted a few gifts on her the last time she had a chance to eat Nicole. Nicole was gained the ability to do the same things the girls did. And she was currently enjoying it as Launi was stretching out her stomach. Steph had been spending most her time with Doctor Kagan, while he hadn't made much progress in figuring out how she did what she did, he did help her figure out what she could do. She found out she could take on characteristics of other materials by absorbing them into her body, but only for a limited time, and even then it was only a coating at best. Though anything that was latex that she absorbed she could recreate later, as part of her body or as a separate object. She quite enjoyed the toy she absorbed, the same one that was currently buried in Danica's cunt and giving them both such delicious feelings as they slept. They were planning a trip to go wardrobe shopping for Steph so they could find her more things to wear for the week she was going to be separated from the others. While the doctors and nurses were used to some of the changed people who were covered in fur walking around naked, Steph was a different matter, she had no fur to cover herself with and the latex drew more attention then she was used to so she wanted something of her own to where. In the morning Steph woke up and smiled at Danica, her face had a cute smile on it that turned to a frown when Steph went to pull out of her. "Time to wake up." Steph said quietly. Danica shook her head. "Give me back my toy..." She said quietly as she went to plant herself back on it. Steph smiled and it went back into her body. "As much as I know you like it, today is the day you promised me you'd take me shopping." She said with almost a whine in her voice. Danica sighed. "Okay, but tonight we play again before Doctor Kagan does his battery of tests on you." "We've been playing since I got here." Steph said smiling. "I don't remember a night or day one of you didn't do something with me." "Well we just want to make sure you know how much what you did means to us." Nicole said smiling as she rubbed her distended belly. "I might not let you out though, it feels too damn good being stretched like this." "You can do that anytime you want now, you know that, right?" Danica said as she pressed against Nicole's womb. "Now let us out so we can get ready." Nicole sighed, "alright give me a few minutes..." She said as she went to get up, she waddled out to the bathroom and sat down in the tub. "Who wants out first?" She asked as she rubbed her belly. Danica smiled and moved. "Me first." Danica said smiling as she went to push her way out. Steph smiled, Danica had her head out in Nicole's tunnel and wasn't ready for Steph to push a finger into Danica's tunnel, causing the girl to mewl and pant as she was slowly pushed out. Steph smiled and kept pushing, letting her form slip and slowly push into Danica, causing the girl to writhe in pleasure as her stomach expanded and the gel rippled and twirled as Steph pushed her way in. It wasn't long before Danica was crying out her orgasm as Steph entered her fully. Danica slipped out and Nicole was once again had a trim toned stomach. Danica though was swollen out and writhing on the ground as Steph pleasured her from the inside. Nicole was laughing. "You wanted to play some more, so I guess Steph gave you a surprise fuck." It wasn't long before Steph started her way out of Danica, she formed her human self on the ground, back to her normal self. Danica looked at Steph and sighed. "You had to do that didn't you?" Steph nodded. "Totally worth it." She said before going to turn on the water so they could all clean up. Danica looked at her and sighed. "You are one fun girl to play with." She said as she started to scrub her fur to clean and untangle it from the nights activities. Steph smiled and started to help Danica. "I learn from the best." She said as she started to scrub one of Danica's lower breasts, tweaking a nipple as she did so causing Danica to gasp. "Careful, keep that up and we might waste all the time we should be spending on your shopping today." Danica said as she reached behind her for Steph. Steph smiled and moved away from the hand. "Oh, I just wanted to see if you are awake yet." She said as she returned to scrubbing Danica's back. Nicole was on the other side and was startled when another set of hands started to wash her back for her. "Launi? When did you get in here?" She asked not realizing the hands were Steph's as well. Launi was outside the shower. "What are you talking about?" She asked as she opened the curtain and looked at Steph before smiling. "You are going to have to use that trick later." She said as she looked at the back of Steph, two additional arms sprouting just behind her normal ones were scrubbing Nicole's back, making sure the wings were well attended to. Steph smiled. "Oh I will, I just want to make you all wait for it." She said as she sprouted a third pair, "now come in here so I can scrub you as well." Nicole looked at her back. "Definitely, you have to do that some time while we are in bed." Steph smiled. "Well when I am done I'll have to try it," she said before she started to wash Launi's back. With the multiarmed girls help the three were clean in record time, just leaving that one black and white skinned girl needing a good scrubbing, and the other three were ready to make her squeaky clean. And squeak she did, her latex skin squeaked with every scrub, causing Steph to shiver with delight. They brought Steph to orgasm before finishing, leaving that one last spot to clean up before they shut off the water and started to dry each other off. --- Once they were all dry a black Suburban showed up at the door and the four dressed girls got into the SUV and were off to go to the mall for the first time in a long time. It was a long drive and the girls spent it talking about what they would do to Steph when she got back. The driver probably would of driven clear off the road if it wasn't for the privacy partition that kept their conversation to themselves. Once at the mall the girls were besides themselves, it looked like it was mainly the people living on the compound, no one saw anybody other then the store employees that they didn't recognize, and even then the employees were mainly those who had been changed. Some Danica and Launi recognized as some they helped. Steph made a beeline to a clothing store and started to look through the racks. "Find anything you like?" Danica asked as she picked out a new dress for herself. "A few things..." She said as she held up a couple of different blouses and pants. "But what to get." "All of it." Launi said smiling. "None of it, doesn't matter how much you get, the government is paying for it all." Launi started looking for her own clothes. The entire store looked to be clothing meant for those who had changed, most of the pants had tail holes in them, the ones that didn't Steph picked out and tried on. She ended up getting pants, blouses, a few nighties and a couple dresses. As well as a few work out outfits. Once they were paid for using the government's tab they went on to the next store, a little more speciality. This one is the one Steph nearly lost herself in. So many different latex outfits, sex toys and odds and ends that she wanted to try out. And try she did, settling for a few of the larger toys she found. She also got herself an array of outfits, ranging from catsuits, to miniskirts, leggings, tube tops, panties, bras, pants. She bought them all and in an array of colors and designs. While the other girls only gazed and looked at the shop, Steph was trying everything she could on. It wasn't long before all four girls were carrying several bags from that one shop. The girl behind the desk had fainted once Steph smiled at her after she was done shopping. The stores inventory had been drained dry just by Steph's purchases. What the girls couldn't carry was going to be shipped for them back to their cottage. Steph was smiling, happy with her purchases. "Buy enough?" Danica asked as they sat down at a table in the foodcourt. Steph shook her head. "Nope, wish they had more." She said as she looked at what they had carried out. Mainly stuff she wanted to use once she was done with her week of tests. "Though what they had should be fun to use on you three." She said as she smiled at the others. "I think you'll enjoy what I have in mind for you." Launi grinned, "You done shopping yet?" She asked as she looked at one of the toys Steph purchased. "Or do you have more places to go?" Steph looked around. "A few, I want to get a few things at the electronics store as well. Mainly a Zune, I want to listen to music when they do whatever they want to do to me." Danica nodded. "Sounds fair. Lets go." She said before getting up and heading for the nearest electronics store. --- Once they finished there they headed back for their SUV and home. They had spent the whole morning and a good chunk of the afternoon. By the time they got back Doctor Kagan was standing there waiting. "Time to go." He said simply. "You ready for a week away from your friends?" Steph sighed, "No, not really, but I agreed to it. So, lets go." She said as she went to go over to Doctor Kagan, her duffel bag of clothes in her hand. Danica Launi and Nicle gave Steph their goodbyes and good lucks as they watched Steph head off with Doctor Kagan. "The test are going to be simple at first." Doctor Kagan said. "Simple things, like running on a treadmill while we monitor your EKG, and the such, then we move onto to heavier things. Reaction times, elasticity, and the such, at any time you'll be able to call it all off and go back to your friends." Steph nodded. "I want to do this. If it'll help you figure out what the deal is with me, then I'll do it." The doctor nodded. "Alright, we'll we get started first thing in the morning." --- Steph was shown to a plain white room with a single light in the ceiling a bed and a dresser in a corner. There were several doors from the room, the one she came in from, and five others, two on each wall except the one that had the bed and dresser. She was instructed through an unseen speaker to put her belongings in the dresser and that she had five minutes before lights out. She complied, got undressed and put them in a hole that appeared in the wall above the dresser and then put on her night gown, a very fine lightweight silk number with a floral pattern. It looked rather odd on top of the girls skin, but she decided that she would rather wear it so she could have some modesty in front of the camera that no doubt was watching her every move. She lied down in bed and the lights went out. She tossed and turned all night, the bed wasn't as comfortable as the cushions back at the cottage, nor was the floor when she tried to lie down on that. She even tried her serpent form and still couldn't sleep. What felt like several hours later the lights came back on and revelry started to play over the speaker. Steph got up and yawned, she looked at the speaker and sighed, "I'm up already..." She said before going over to the dresser and putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, putting the nightgown in the same hole she put yesterday's clothes in. She hoped quietly that it wasn't an incinerator. Another hole opened and a plate of food appeared, a piece of toast and oatmeal was her breakfast, she ate the bland meal sitting on her bed. On the wall between the bed and dresser a schedule appeared, first up it was the run, so she changed into her workout outfit of a lycra pair of short shorts and a sports bra and went to the corresponding doorway. Once in there the voice instructed her how to put on the sensor, with that accomplished she started to walk on the treadmill. It slowly sped up until she was sprinting. "Hit the button when you are tired." The voice said, a button appearing on the black console of the treadmill. Steph didn't even seem out of breath an hour later when the treadmill stopped on its own. "Well done, please remove the sensors and report to the next test." The next on was flexibility, when she entered the room she looked at the devices, they were meant to measure certain types of flexibility, and she easily put them all to their limits, her body not even protesting when she bent herself over backwards to the point where the back of her legs were touching her back, without bending out to the sides. "Impressive, please report to the next test." The voice said, its even monotone barely sounded human. Even the compliment sounded prerecorded. The next one was different, the third room she entered had a large pool with a track around it. "Please enter the water." The voice said. Steph complied. It then told her to hold her breath and lay face down, and when she was out of breath to come back up. She did so, and even after her normal limit of a minute, she hadn't felt her lungs start to burn. So she started to move around, slowly paddling around with her face in the water, she looked around and spotted something on the bottom of the pool so she dove to see what it was, when she found it was just a drain she mentally sighed and just started to slowly do laps around the pool, she saw the markings on the pool, the deep end was nearly 30 feet deep, the shallow end a more modest 5. She rolled upright and looked at the ceiling through the water, several large lights were placed around the room, but the ceiling itself was nothing but another white surface. After nearly fifteen minutes underwater she heard the voice tell her to signal if she was okay, to which she did. It then told her to get out and use the towel provided to dry off. Once again, she complied. "The tests for the morning are complete, please go back to your room for lunch." Steph sighed. "Hope its better then breakfast." She said mainly to herself, once she was back in her room she enjoyed the peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the apple she was given. An hour later she was told to report to her next test. The next one was an obstacle course, she was supposed to complete it as quick as possible, after being given a practice run to get a feel of it she was off for the test. She was over the first hurdle quickly and then quickly slithered under the wires, then she was up the cargo net. After quickly traversing the balance beam she climbed up the log wall, got a running start at the rope swing and then was off to the wire traverse before a final sprint to the finish. "Good job. Your time, One minute, 53 seconds, previous best time was two mintues twenty seconds." Steph smiled at that. Though she probably did cheat using her serpent form for going under the wire and one the balance beam. "Up next, strength test." The voice said as she went towards the corner of the obstacle course room, there were several machines there, all of them looked to have the weights hidden elsewhere where she was unable to see them. "Leg press first, let us know when it is too heavy." She sighed and got on the machine and started doing her reps. She never once called them off, in fact she barely even noticed the added weight. Next was upper body and once again, the lithe girl maxed out the machine. Of course she was never told the amount of weight she was lifting. They tested several other types of strength before she was told she was done for the day. Steph sighed as she laid in bed, dinner wasn't bad, a steak and a potato with green beans, but once again, it was lights out, she was in her nightie, and not able to sleep. The next morning was the same, revelry was played on the speaker and she got dressed once again in the workout clothes she bought, this time it was a leotard though. And once again they started on the tests, the morning was once again weights, flexibility and the obstacle course, all her times improved and once again the weight machines were maxed out. But the afternoon held something different. She was instructed to go back into the room that had the treadmill, but in its place was machine. This one was meant to test her reflexes and reaction time. And she proved to be better then anyone who had gone through the test before, her results were off the chart. Then there was the coordination test, and once again, she was able to do all the things they asked of her. Finally they gave her a small cut on the back of the arm to test her healing. And to her amazement, she watched as the black goo that oozed out of the cut on the back ivory hand sealed the cut, and then vanished into her skin. After that she was dismissed, once again she didn't sleep. The third day was more of the same, the same tests were performed in the morning, this time though instead of improving or remaining the same, she had to call off the weight machines, she lost time on the obstacle course and her flexibility started to deteriorate. The afternoon she was given off to relax, she spent most of her time in the pool, idly swimming around, and figuring out how to swim in her serpent form. The fourth day was even worse for her, and once again she was given the afternoon off, she finally slept, but on the fifth day, when they went to wake her, she didn't wake. She was laying comatose on her bed. They rushed her too the hospital where Danica Launi and Nicole were already waiting, being called as soon as they found her unresponsive. Doctor Kagan was looking at her chart. "I don't know what the issue is... She was fine the first two days. Its almost like she is starving..." He said as looked at her. "I don't know what the issue is..." Steph's black skin had gone grey and looked like it was cracking. "She is beyond anything I know of..." Danica looked at Steph who was laying in the bed in the other room. "Can we see her?" Doctor Kagan sighed, I don't see why not, just let the doctors and nurses clear out first. They are setting her up on an IV, that is if they can find a vein in her." "What do you mean?" Launi asked as she looked away from Steph. "Her body, it has no organs, no bones, nothing. She is just here, a single mass of something that somehow can survive underwater, lift amazing amounts of weight, reacts quicker then anything I have seen. She is a mystery onto herself. She baffles me more then you girls do. And now it seems like she might be dying." At those last words Danica rushed in and pushed the people away from Steph. "Hey, wake up little girl." She said quietly, looking at her pleading. When the doctor and nurse went to push Danica away Doctor Kagan looked at them. "Let her be in there." Those word sent the doctor and nurse to the corner. Launi and Nicole went in as well once the doctor and nurse backed away. "Come on Steph." Nicole said before kissing her lightly on the cheek. "You promised to show us some amazing things." Launi said before kissing her as well. Danica gasped, right after Launi's kiss she saw Steph's skin turn a few shades darker to its normal pitch black. Doctor Kagan saw it as well. "Girls, one of the few times you'll here me say this. But keep kiss her again." Doctor Kagan said. Danica was happy to oblige and slipped Steph the tongue. She was slightly surprised when she felt Steph's tongue start to move against hers. Danica broke the kiss to let Nicole in. She watched as Steph's skin return to its normal shiny black self. Steph wrapped an her arms around Nicole and held her, then another arm wrapped around Launi, and a fourth around Danica. Doctor Kagan smiled. "Nice to see you are back." He said as he looked at Steph as she broke the kiss with Nicole. "What happened?" Steph asked still slightly wozy, but her strength was returning as she embraced her friends. "We thought we lost you." Danica said as she hugged Steph. Doctor Kagan smiled. "I think you were away from your energy source for too long." All four of them looked at him. "What do you mean?" Launi asked. "Well this Hariti woman you three told me about said that Steph was supposed to protect you two, right?" Danica and Launi nodded. Steph joined in a few seconds later before stopping and holding her head, "Headache..." She said quietly. "Well," Doctor Kagan continued, "I think Steph here needs to be with you most of the time. Without you, she started to lose her strength after only two days, on the fifth day she was comatose. I am not sure, but I think without you, she'll die, or turn back to her old self, but from the looks of it, I wouldn't bet on the latter." Danica, Launi and Nicole all nodded. "Guess that means your stuck with us." Nicole said before kissing Steph's cheek. Steph blushed. "I've heard of depending on someone, but this is kind of ridiculous." "Well I guess you'll have to be sleeping with us for a long time then. Hope you can figure some more tricks." Steph smiled. "Tricks I can do." "Tonight I want her to stay under observation, room five is open as usual, if you'd all like to sleep in there so I can keep an eye on Steph, that'd be great." Doctor Kagan said looking at them. "And let her rest tonight." "Yes father." Danica said sarcastically before helping Steph into a wheel chair and wheeling her to their room in the hospital. --- Once there, they had food brought to them and then they all laid down in the cushions. Steph smiled, she was sandwiched between three people, and she couldn't of been happier, the four fell asleep rather quickly, it was a long day for Nicole, Danica and Launi. And it had been a long week for Steph. Doctor Kagan was doing his rounds when he stopped and looked in on Room 5's occupants, he smiled before he heard a voice behind him. "You do so much for them don't you?" The voice was that of a female. "Yet you ask nothing but their help when they are willing to give it." Doctor Kagan turned around, a woman was standing behind him. She had a light cream colored fur covering her triangular ears, her long blond hair reached her lower back. "You ignore your own desires to make sure they are happy." She said before putting her arms around his back. He was frozen, unable to move or react. "It has been years since you last had any contact with a woman other then an examination or test. Those four would gladly help you with that if you asked them." The woman said before kissing him lightly on his lips. "Who are you?" He asked as she broke the kiss. "How do you know these things?" The woman smiled, her blue eyes closing slightly. "How many people have asked that in the past few days...." She replied. "Oh lets see, there is Danica and Launi who asked, then Steph there..." "Once again, who are you?" Doctor Kagan said as his mind worked on what she had said. "Oh, how did I put this to the girls when they asked..." The woman said before smiling. "That's right, 'The Greeks called me Hera, the Armenians Anahit, the Hindus Sashti.' That was it!" She said smiling. "Though, I prefer the name Hariti." Doctor Kagan mouth dropped open. "I-I th-thought they were pulling my leg..." Hariti smiled. "Nope. But then again, it must be hard for a man of science to accept gods and goddesses." Doctor Kagan gulped. "So... You..." "Have been watching the entire time. You were there to protect them while Stephanie was growing up, getting ready to become their guardian. You saved them, helped them, guided them. And all you asked for was their help. You did much for them and all they did for so long was confuse you. For this I must apologize." She said sighing. "But my actions were for the greater good. To help protect the human race from extinction." Doctor Kagan nodded. "I heard that from the girls. That some father figure wanted to kill us because he thinks we are destroying everything. If you can tell us what it is he plans on doing, maybe we can stop him." "There is no stopping him. He wants to see all the humans gone, nothing but animals remaining. And by his own rules, he can not harm animals. So I have seen fit to start a change in the world. Those who embrace the change, accept a part of the animal kingdom into themselves will be saved." The doctor nodded. "So this whole thing, it was a bid to save us. I guess I should thank you." He said looking down in front of the goddess. She laughed. "Don't thank me, thank those two, after all, they were the ones who changed you." Doctor Kagan nodded. "Now Henry, I gave them a gift, but they can't use it yet. You are the key they need to unlock it. The thing is, your seed is the key." Doctor Kagan nearly fainted. "I am almost twice their age!" "So? Think it matters to them? They would love the chance to thank you for what you have done. It is part of their nature." The doctor shook his head. "I'll think about it." "How about if you do it, I'll help enlighten you on how things work. Give you all the knowledge about how they tick? Danica, Launi, Steph, how the change is determined to begin with? It can all be yours if you let yourself go for one night, enjoy what they can do for you, and what you can do for them." The doctor shook his head. "I don't know..." He said shaking his head. "I mean, that is something I have been looking for... but I don't want to risk them getting pregnant..." Hariti laughed. "You think that they can just become pregnant? How many times have they had sex with each other as hermaphrodites and they are still without a child other then claus. They can choose whether to have a child or not. The seed they have pumped into eachother is more fertile then what you have in those two nuts of yours. And they have yet to get pregnant because they choose to only have Claus." She said smiling as she rubbed his package through his pants. "Though I must say, if you wish to truly please them, I might have to help you out..." She said smiling. She slowly grew out his package. A respectable eight inch long cock, more then average but she was making it grow. It passed, ten, then twelve and she just smiled. "How big are you going to make me?" He asked as he felt her rubbing his cock, making it grow. It had reached sixteen inches. "Oh just a little bigger..." She said smiling as she stopped, his cock reaching twenty inches, it was pointed down the leg of his trousers. "But those balls, they are so puny." She said smiling. His testicles while a respectable size were starting to grow, quickly reaching the size of golfballs, and then going farther, she didn't stop until they were the size of soft balls. "I think you can satisfy those girls now. I just hope your stamina is up to it. Though I have a feeling it is now." She said smiling as she patted the taut fabric of the crotch of his pants. "Just enjoy yourself." She said as a bright light appeared, she walked towards it eventually disappearing in it. He shook his head and looked down at his package. "Did that just happen?" He asked himself. In response, his package throbbed for attention.

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Title: Freddy Fingers Tags: reconciliation, sex tape, voyeur, voyeurism, wife *First off, I have to again give a huge thanks to rnebular for once again taking the time to edit and give suggestions to improve this story. I truly think my stories here have greatly improved with his 'nitpicking.' This story is inspired by two actual events, which I won't go into until the end (no spoilers). I just imagined them happening to the same person. I need to give an anonymous shout out to my friend who's a clinical psychologist for answering a staggering amount of hypothetical questions to help me write this.* *It's hard to believe this will be my 30**^th* *submission to Literotica when I spent so many years writing but not submitting for one reason or another. With an average rating of 3.87 in a category that routinely sees a lot of stories below 3, I'm happy with how well my stories are received and greatly appreciate the kind words -- especially some of the anonymous ones I received after one of my pet trolls took credit for my 'retirement.' Speaking of trolls, while I'm sure you don't want to believe this, I actually get a kick out of most of the negative comments, and definitely not offended or hurt. I could just remove them if I really was, but I figure other readers might get a laugh out of how ridiculous some are so I leave them all. Again, thanks for the love and the hate. This one is a reconciliation story for those accusing my last few stories of being RAAC. I'm only doing this for fun and will continue to do so as long as it's still fun for me. I hope you enjoy!* *\-HP* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I was cringing at work Monday morning as I saw the picture and brief story in our city's local paper: "Freddy Fingers Video filmed at Winfield Area During Kids Hockey Game Goes Viral." The accompanying picture was of a man and a woman standing rink side against the glass and boards from the mid-section up while, in the background, an under-fourteen hockey game was going on. Both were facing away, so neither could be identified. I just skimmed the story to verify no names, other than the eighteen-year-old young woman who posted the video online was named. Technically, I am in the picture, and the video along with my daughter. Coach Carl to my girls and their parents, and Carl Stanos to everyone else. Both of us are at the bench, hardly visible in the background. Because I was coaching at the game in question, a co-worker texted me a link to the video as soon as I arrived. I actually, just watched it for the first time twenty minutes before I saw the paper article. I don't know how many times I watched it total, but enough that it was seared into my memory for life. In the video, which was less than a minute long, the two are standing by the glass at the far side of the rink, the opposite side of the other parents. The woman, with long dark her, is wearing a fall coat and yoga pants, clutching her phone like a camera. The man, late thirties, short hair with a slightly scruffy beard, is wearing a leather coat and kaki pants. At one point in the video he turns to whisper in the woman's ear and his face is clearly visible. Why the newspaper only showed them from just above the belt, and why it had gone viral, despite being pulled from the site it was initially posted at, was what was happening while the woman was bent over, resting her elbows on the board. The man, invisible to anyone looking at them from across the rink, had his arm halfway shoved down the back of her yoga pants. In the video, it was clear that his hand was actively moving between her legs. After a few seconds of that, a young female voice whispers, "Eww...check out Freddy Fingers. Looks like he's right inside her pussy." Then the camera zoomed a little closer to the movements at the woman's crotch and stops. The man is Brayden Garde, a divorced parent of Michelle, one of the girls I coach, who also happens to be really good friends with my own daughter, Reese. Even though her face isn't visible, I knew the woman since I was glancing at the two of them through out the game, no clue what was happening. She was my wife of sixteen years, Patty. It was just over eighteen years ago when I first met Patricia Bell -- as she went by back then. It was at a college party that Greg, one of my old friends from high school, dragged me to. I was in my third year of tech school studying computer networks, and Patty was in her first year of general Arts. When I first saw this skinny thing, dressed more trendy than sexy, I admit I wasn't that impressed. I was a boob man back then, and she looked like she didn't really have any. I thought her face was really cute, with her pale skin and green eyes, but not the big-boobed blondes I generally pursued. A few beers into the night, while I was trying to chat up a buxom blonde in a micro skirt, Greg said that there was someone I needed to meet. Didn't find out until our wedding reception, he was really running interference for one of his classmates who also had intentions on that hottie in the skirt. That person I needed to meet was of course, Patty. Because I didn't consider her a potential sexual conquest, I was rather cool and relaxed around her, and thought she was the funniest, wittiest girl I'd ever met. At the time, I still had the misconception that only men were vulgar and women were classier. Patty and I shared the same raunchy humor, and I ended up hanging out with her with the rest of the night having the time of my life. As the night was winding down, and I needed to catch a cab back to my apartment, Patty started acting a little funny with these awkward pauses. She was drinking mostly pop and wasn't drunk, but I was and also clueless. I thought she was giving me the hint-hint for me to leave her alone. I thanked her for the company and said it was great to meet her and left. A couple days later, my bud, Greg, who invited me to the party called and gave me supreme shit. I had no clue what he meant, but he said that Patty was waiting all night for me to make a move and I ditched her. He then asked me whether I would consider dating her. I thought for a moment, and remembered thinking her face was much prettier than I first thought, and how great we got along. If anything, I really did want to hang out with her again. I told him sure, and then he gave me her number. Our first two dates were almost repeats of the party -- except with me sober, it felt like I was having a great time with a friend more than a date. Though, Patty did dress to show off her lean toned legs and taunt mid-riff. However, at the end of each, I did kiss her good night. They were a little more than pecks, no tongue, and it seemed she found it as awkward as I did. Our third date was going to a movie. She picked this absolutely awful action film. It was so bad, it wasn't even bad enough to be good. We ended up just chatting, whispering in each other's ear, making each other laugh. At one point we both turned the same time, so I figured I'd give her a little kiss. I think we surprised each other, and our tongues touched right away. That was it. We were making out, hands all over each other for the rest of the movie. I was so turned on, I needed to adjust my erection in order to get up and leave the theater. Once we left, we started kissing and groping again as soon as we got into my car. I drove to my apartment without us really saying a word, just catching our breath and kissing at every red light. Once we got into my apartment, I just led her to my bedroom. We didn't speak until after both our shirts were off, and her panties were flung onto my dresser. With both of us breathing heavy, I caught my breath and asked in as sexy of a voice that I could muster, which probably wasn't that sexy, "You sure you want to?" When Patty nodded, I laid her back, started kissing down her body as I removed her skirt, the last piece of clothing she wore. Her body was perfect. Small perky breasts with large sensitive nipples, taunt tummy leading to her visible hipbones before the trimmed triangle of dark hair between her legs. It wasn't until I was inside her missionary pounding for all I was worth that she said, "Wait, what about a condom?" By that time, it pretty much was too late for protection, but I did try my best to pull out in time. We cuddled after with both of us with the hugest grins. I mean, it just felt so right. Patty cleaned up, got dressed, and I kissed her good bye at my door. That kiss turned into heavy make-up session resulting in us fucking again half-clothed on my couch -- again without a condom. Again, she cleaned up, and this time left after a good-bye kiss. I found out a few things over the next few weeks. First, Patty was a virgin and not on the pill. With her inexperience, while she fully intended to use condoms that she brought with her, she didn't know when I should have put one on. Second, the pull out method does not work that well, as I got her pregnant that night. Third, I now thought she was the sexiest girl in the universe and knew I was already falling for her -- hard. I guess the how Patty found out about the pregnancy was kind of funny -- at least she and I thought so when reminiscing back many years later. There was a few days between contact after our first night together -- not intentional on my part since I was quite busy with school and keeping in shape for hockey -- I was still clinging to the hope of playing for a minor team as an enforcer. I guess Patty was letting it all sink in and seeing if I still would treat her the same after having sex. I broke the silence inviting her over for supper and a movie. Of course, it was supper and then sex on my couch before the movie was out of its DVD case. That time we were sure to use condoms as we didn't know it was already too late. We then had a string of steamy dates in a row. However, after experiencing sex with and without condoms, Patty definitely had a strong preference and went to see her doctor to get on birth control pills. So, it was while going to see a doctor about pills to prevent pregnancy, that Patty found out that she was already pregnant. I admit, I was a little shocked, and all over the place with my feelings. As I said, I already knew I was falling for Patty hard, and definitely wanted children. It was just the timing. I decided to accept it, and knew I wanted both my child and its mother in my life. Patty handled it a little differently. She went through the depression stage, then the anger stage -- blaming me for knocking her up, and then accepting that she was going to be a mother. That acceptance came with accepting that I would always be connected with her as her baby's father. However, our dates had stopped right cold. I tried to be involved in the pregnancy as much as possible, which was hard since Patty would just talk to me on the phone. We did talk several times a week, though. It took nearly two months for me to convince her to allow me to go to a doctor's appointment with her. We drove separately. After I insisted on taking her for lunch to finally talk, really talk in person about 'us,' which hadn't really happened since she ended our dating relationship. Again, she insisted on meeting me and not driving herself. Patty squirmed a bit as soon as she sat down, looking uncomfortable. "So, Patty, how are you doing, really? Keeping up with your classes?" I asked. She shrugged. "Had to drop one because of morning sickness and starting to be more tired. How about you, Carl? Playing the field again, or have you found someone?" I blinked and was taken back by her question. "Patty, you are the last person I dated. I thought I was clear that I didn't want 'this' to change things. It's just been school, work, and gym. There's no other women in my life." Patty crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Really? My friend Heather dated Greg for a bit. He told her some things about you -- things I wished I knew before we went out. You're not exactly the long-term relationship type." Was I that type in high school? Sadly I was. Because of my hockey success, I attracted a few puck bunnies and definitely took advantage. After my knee injury, which killed any chances of me getting drafted and got me cut from my minor league team, that stopped. However, before I met Patty, I was still looking for Missus right now. The blonde I pursued the night that I met Patty never was going to be more than a one-night stand. Knowing what she heard wasn't exactly wrong, I shrugged and said, "Yeah, I used to be like that, but only because I'd never met anyone like you before. That changed as soon as we had our first date. Patty, I miss hanging out and doing things with you, joking around and stuff. I miss that as much as I miss getting to kiss you and do other stuff -- and I really miss that. You getting pregnant -- sorry, us getting pregnant -- hasn't changed anything. I know I am a big part of it happening, but if you give me a chance, I can be a lot more than a sperm donor. I really thought there was something special between us and want that back." Patty started to cry, full on tears and wailing. People were glaring at me, and all I could do was move to her side of the booth and try to comfort her. When I did, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. It was the same fireworks as before. After what seemed forever, we stopped kissing and she whispered in my ear, "If you're lying and there are other girls, I will castrate you -- you know that, right?" Things finally went back to where we left off, except no more condoms! I finally got to meet her parents, who looked like they were ready to chop me up and bury me in their backyard. I was the asshole who got their eighteen year-old-daughter pregnant. Of course their attitude changed over the years, and I considered Bob and Mary very dear family to me. As we prepared for impeding parenthood, there was only one crack in our relationship. After I proposed with my grandmother's engagement ring, which Patty couldn't get on her finger fast enough before thanking me with an enthusiastic blowjob, we squabbled about the date. This was five months into her pregnancy, and on her slender frame, the baby bump was really showing. I wanted to get married before our baby arrived, so we'd officially be a family when he came into the world. However, Patty wanted the princess wedding and couldn't see that happening with her waddling down the aisle. In the end, after a few half-days of not speaking, we finally compromised. We decided to go down to city hall and elope with no dress, no tux, and just her friend, Heather, as a witness. After baby was born, and Patty regained her figure, we would have the white dress service with the full reception. The awkward thing, because I was finishing school and couldn't afford to leave my one bedroom apartment, Patty still lived with her parents four months after we were married -- and I was not permitted to sleep over, yet. Like fate timed it that way, the same month I received my diploma and was snatched up by a hospital to update and maintain their network, Patty gave birth to Ty Dominic Franco, a healthy baby boy. A short two months later, I put a down payment on a house with a wedding present from my parents and grandparents, who were still alive back then. Patty, Ty and me finally all moved into our home together, just in time to plan our 'big wedding.' Even though it was a formality, I loved every second of the service, doing the vows, and especially seeing my beautiful bride in her white wedding gown. Thus started the next chapter of our life, with me being the breadwinner while Patty returned to college after deciding to become a kindergarten teacher. Things weren't perfect, but when that person you love to joke around with is also your spouse, it made things a lot easier. Patty finished her degree and was hired to teach at a school within walking distance from our home. She worked there a year before asking me if I wanted another baby. Ty was such a dream child, hardly cried, and slept through the night, I couldn't see how much different it would to have two -- other than another angel to cuddle and raise. Our second pregnancy showed us how lucky we were the first time. From way worse morning sickness, to bad swelling, to needing an emergency C-section, our daughter Reese proved herself to by quite different from Ty early on. This, of course, was followed up by crying at all hours of the night, and really testing her parents' patience with her and each other. We got through it, and Reese's terrible twos were way less terrible. Patty and I had each other, and our amazing children, and couldn't be happier. As they grew older, it was clear that it was more than Ty and Reese's pregnancies that were really different. Being a former athlete, I had hopes of a son to succeed where I failed. Early on, it was apparent that wasn't going to happen. Ty just didn't care for sports; he had both his parents' sharp wit, but was more artistic than athletic like his mother. Shortly after he started high school, I had to deal with the revelation that my son not only was never playing hockey, but he also was gay. At first, my worldview was shattered and ideals that I grow up with had to be re-examined. This was my son, who I loved very much, and I knew this wasn't by choice. That's just how Ty was. Very quickly I went from the guy who would occasionally laugh at the occasional gay joke thinking they were harmless to the guy who was likely to shove someone's head against the wall of a bar for gay bashing. I knew despite some things changing, Ty was not going to have an easy life just because he wasn't straight. However, I also knew my kid was way tougher mentally than I ever was at that age and knew he'd be all right. I'm sure Patty had the similar hopes for her daughter as I had for my son -- playing with dolls, shopping trips and makeovers. That wasn't Reese; she was the athlete in the family. When she was five, we traded her figure skates for hockey ones and didn't look back. She also inspired me to go from playing the occasional beer league game to taking courses to become a qualified hockey coach. At thirteen, the time of the video incident, Reese wasn't this short hair tomboy. She actually looked a lot like her mother, and did wear make-up, just didn't fuss for hours like some of the other girls in her grade. She also was very much into boys. It was some awkward suppers having my wife, sixteen-year-old son, and thirteen-year-old daughter all gushing about how hot Aquaman was. However, that was my life and I wouldn't change a thing -- at least before the video was released. The years leading up and including our lives with two teenagers in the house weren't much different than the previous ones. Like I said, Patty truly was my best friend and my first choice to go have a good time partying, to hang out, and to distress about my day. At that time, I was the IT manager for the local health district with six hospitals in or around our city. For good times, or bad times, it was always Patty. I always assumed it was the same for her. As far as sex, just the logistics of both of us working demanding jobs with two children, the frequency dropped as well as the quality for the most part. We settled for quickies or oral relief most of the time, but planned at least once a month to be somewhere children free to actually take our time and enjoy sex. One thing that started when Reese was a baby and things were tense, every night Patty and I would cuddle naked to almost naked (depending on her cycle). It became a routine that we just did and assured we remained connected intimately. Only once before the video did we break that routine whenever both of us were sleeping in the same bed. It happened the Friday night before that hockey game. I had a network issue that my technicians were baffled with, so our date/sex night was ruined by me having to go back to work ten minutes after arriving home for the evening. This was a rare occurrence, but not unheard of. Patty was disappointed, but handled it well. We already made plans to have both kids staying over at friends, so it was a night alone for us. Rather than waste the evening, Patty decided to call her friend, Heather, and see about going out with the girls and do something. While I was working on site, Patty texted me that it was just the two of them having some drinks at a lounge and I could join them if I was finished before it was too late. I told her to just enjoy herself -- she hadn't been out with just her and Heather for a while, so I didn't mind her having some fun with her oldest friend. I ended up getting home around nine and just watched some hockey, while waiting for Patty to get home. Around midnight, I texted her and asked if she needed me to pick her up. She said Heather and a friend would share a cab with her and not to worry. I was pretty tired from a long work day, so I told her to wake me up for snuggle time when she got home. In the morning, I woke up, and Patty was sleeping facing away from me. For the first time ever, she didn't wake me after coming home for our snuggle routine. It was unusual, but I dismissed it as her being too tired or feeling sick from drinking too much. However, the rest of the morning, Patty was a bit off and I couldn't put my finger on why. She seemed withdrawn and not her usual energetic self. Because Reese and I had our game Sunday morning, we spent Saturday night as family game board night, with the plan of Reese and I going to bed a little earlier. Even that night, Patty seemed preoccupied, making silly mistakes during the games she normally never would do. Even Ty commented at one point that his mother was suffering from severe brain farts. We did do our naked cuddle time that night, but just cuddled. I was hoping for more -- especially after missing our monthly sex night. Patty actually got a little snappy and said she wasn't in the mood. Now I knew something was up. I pressed her, but she just said she wasn't feeling well and needed to sleep. Reese and I arrived at the rink at five in the morning for our seven o'clock game. Being the coach, I needed to have everything set up and ensure my girls got a warm up skate and stretch in. Patty arrived about quarter to seven, bringing me a fresh coffee. She wished Reese good luck. Patty was the type of parent who liked documenting every part of her children's life with pictures. She'd taken at least ten pictures of every game Reese has played in. For these games, they only open up the bench side of the rink for parents and family. That game, there were a little more people in attendance as usual, with the rink side section completely full. I saw Patty was sitting with Brayden, which wasn't out of the ordinary as our daughters were best friends. We'd had them over a few times for supper. I didn't think we were chummy, chummy, but I still considered him more than an acquaintance. I mean, I'd never hang out with the guy if Reese and Michelle weren't there. When I glanced back, it was clear that Patty was a little frustrated of not being able to get good pictures of Reese. In between the first and second period, I noticed my wife talking to an old guy who's worked at the rink for years. When the second period started, Patty was standing across the ice against the boards in the empty section ready to take pictures. She was alone for about half the period, and then I noticed Brayden joining her, standing beside her and occasionally turning to say something to her. Patty kept looking forward almost the entire time he was there, watching the game, but not taking pictures. Right before the end of the second period, she did turn and say something and he walked away. I was of course doing this while trying to coach, and didn't notice when Patty left. During the third period, I saw no sign of either Patty or Brayden until I was leaving the locker room with Reese and Michelle, Brayden's daughter. Patty came forward and gave Reese a quick hug and kiss. "You played amazing sweetie, but I need to head home right away. I think I'm catching a flu." I extended my hand to shake Brayden's -- I've always been a hand-shaker -- but he just nodded and told his daughter they better get going too. Patty was either in our room or the bathroom the rest of the day, leading me to believe she really was sick which would have explained her behavior the last few days. I was so relieved. I tried to do extra work around the house so she could rest. She missed supper, but had a cup of soup in bed that I brought her. When it came time for me to go to sleep, I told her we could skip cuddles again. Patty insisted and began pulling off the shirt and shorts she'd worn in bed all day. She didn't feel hot, but was a little clammy as she hugged me so tightly it almost hurt. After five minutes of just snuggling her head against my shoulder, she kissed my cheek and said goodnight. In the morning, Patty didn't get up with the alarm as usual, so I assumed she was still sick and staying home -- I guess I was half right. I told the kids their mom was still sick and got them ready for school before I headed to work. I'd been there for about an hour writing the report on the incident I needed to fix Friday night when one of my technicians, a quiet kid in his mid-twenties, emailed me about the video. He, of course, had no clue the woman was my wife. I crumbled the paper and threw it in the garbage. If the paper reported the story, pretty much the whole city would know. And there were enough people at the game who would know damn well that it was Patty in the video; it would be impossible to hide that fact. At that point, I was just thinking about my kids and what this could do to them. Going over what happened the few days before, now knowing what was happening as I watched my wife from across the ice, there was no doubt in my mind Patty had been having an affair with Brayden. This whole sick thing was either guilt from cheating, or worry that she would be caught after being so brazen in a public place. I was just wondering where they ran off to fuck during the third period -- maybe Patty did spend the entire time in the bathroom as she said -- just it was with Brayden's cock up inside her. I phoned Patty, but the phone went straight to voicemail. I checked her location with my phone, but either her location was off or her phone was off. Maybe she faked sick to stay home from work to fuck that asshole again? Brayden worked as a nurse, so very well could've been free for a morning fuck after my loving wife's family left the house. I was swearing out loud to myself trying to figure out what to do. Considering how popular the video was on the internet -- at least quarter a million views already since being posted the previous afternoon -- once Patty's identity was leaked, the whole country would know. The fact it happened with me and Reese sitting unsuspecting, right there in front of her would make it an even juicier scandal for the social media vultures. One thing was certain, it would not be long before our extended family found out. I was wondering do I warn her parents? What about Reese and Ty? Reese's best friend's dad is clearly in the video so that was sure to come out. My mind was spinning so fast that I had such a headache, that I ended up just staring at my computer doing nothing for almost an hour. I nearly jumped five feet when my phone ringing shook me from my trance. I snatched it up, expecting it was Patty, but after I answered, I saw it was my son's high school. "Mr. Franco?" said a calm older gentleman. "Yes, this is Carl Franco." The man cleared his throat. "Mr. Franco, my name is Charles Willis, the vice-principal of Duncan Hills High School. I need you to come down and pick up your son, Ty. There's been an incident and Ty has been suspended for the remainder of the week. Your wife was the primary contact, but we could not reach her. Ty will be waiting in the administration office and I can explain more before you take him home." "I'll be right there." Before I left, with this adding to the shit show my life had become in a real short time, I took the rest of the day off. Since it was coming out sooner or later, I told my supervisor that Patty was the woman in the Freddy Fingers video and I needed time to sort things out. I was treated like I just told him my parents died, the same level of sympathy, and that I could take all the time that I needed. I naively told him it probably would just be the day. Ty almost surprised me as much as Patty. That kid was a model student, polite, an over-achiever, and really well liked considering his sexuality --mind you times were quite different since I was in school. When I arrived at the office, my heart sunk a bit when I saw Ty. He was sitting in a chair outside the vice-principal's office in his black jeans and shirt with his face bruised, lip split, and rubbing his one hand which looked swollen. I'd been in enough fights on and off the ice to know my passive son had been in one. The vice-principal waved me in before I could say a word to my son, but when our eyes met, I have never seen so much anger and hatred from him before in his life. "Mr. Franco, sit please," said Willis, a larger middle-aged man who was prematurely greying, but had really kind eyes, "First, I'd like to say I sympathize with your situation, but Ty pummeling another student until he couldn't defend himself, and then punching the teacher who was trying to pull him off was too much -- no matter what was done." "Please, call me Carl and tell me what exactly was done to Ty? I don't think he's ever thrown a punch in his life before this," I asked calmly. "Several pictures like this were taped to Ty's locker. The student he attacked apparently admitted to posting them before saying some things that triggered Ty." Willis handed me a printed still from the video, clearly showing Brayden's hand down Patty's pants. Printed in red marker were the words, "Fag son of Freddy Finger's whore." "Who did this?" I was as much enraged by the first word than the rest of the statement." "Carl, you know I can't tell you. Between you and me, if Ty had stopped after breaking the boy's nose, I probably would have let it slide. I can tell you bullying and hate speech is not tolerated and there will be definite consequences. Probably expulsion." I nodded. That made me feel a little better, but not much. "Carl, can we speak off the record for a moment," Willis said, lowering his voice. I shrugged. "I'm not going to pretend to know the whole story, but I'm sure you know it looks really bad." He sighed and intertwined his fingers on his desk. "I used to teach middle-years and have met Patricia several times. Whatever the consequence on your family life, I strongly recommend that all of you move. Look for employment elsewhere and go somewhere that this won't be as big of a story. I can tell you right now, Patricia's teaching career is over. The word is they're trying to call her in for a meeting as soon as possible where she will be fired for behavior unbecoming an education professional. Maybe in another state, or a private school, she could have some anonymity and resume doing a profession that I'm sure she loves." "You're telling me I should quit my job and move my kids? Is that some type of threat?" I got the same pity look as I received from my supervisor and it took all my willpower to not punch that beady nose. "Carl, of course it isn't a threat. It's advice. What happened to Ty today is probably just the beginning, and I know your youngest is in grade eight... For their sake, get them away and out of the limelight. As I said, I don't know the full story, but I know Patricia will be treated horribly once her identity is public -- which probably happened already." "You're fucking right, you don't know the whole story," I snapped and got up and stormed out. "Ty, let's go." Ty was quiet until we drove off. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were slits. I almost would've have recognized my son. "We're not going home. I can't face that bitch, not now." "Hey!" I snapped pointing a finger. "She's still your mother." "Don't fucking defend her after what she did to us. To you," Ty snapped, "You don't know the half of it, do you?" "And you do?" I was so mad, that I realize I was taken it out on Ty when none of this was his fault. "You know who I fucking punched out? Eddie Quartz. Apparently, he and a couple guys snuck into Waves, the dance club, Friday night. Guess what he saw? That woman you married dancing and making out with Brayden on the dance floor for everyone to see. Apparently it was hot and heavy, then he grabbed her by the hand and they left together. Five guesses why I punched him? He took a picture to torture me with, but mom one-upped it by slutting around at Reese's game. Right in front of all those people." I was quiet for a moment. "You saw this alleged picture?" "Yeah. His tongue is definitely in her mouth and looks like he's grabbing her tit. Please, can we not go home?" Ty was crying. "I don't think your mother is home, but if she is, I will go in and grab a bag. We'll go to a hotel tonight." "What about Reese, you can't leave my sister with her." "She's still your mom. This is between us and not her -- as hard as it is -- I know she still loves you both." "Bullshit, she just shit all over all of us -- especially you -- I have no mother." As it turned out, Patty wasn't at home, but her cellphone was and turned off. I checked and none of our suitcases were missing either. Ty hesitantly followed me in and started packing a bag of clothes and essentials. I booked us a hotel for the night. Once we got to our room, I tried to find a movie or something to distract Ty, but he just wanted to be on his computer. I lied on the bed watching television, debating on trying to call Patty's cell, figuring she had to be back by now. In the end, like Ty, it was too soon for me to discuss things. "That asshole!" Ty snapped looking angrily at his phone, "Look, dad. Here." He held his phone so I could see posted to Snapchat a dim picture taking on a full dance floor. There was no mistaking Patty and Brayden engaging in a passionate kiss. Her one hand was cupping his ass. He had one hand on hers, with the other definitely cupping her boob through the top she was wearing. Seeing them doing that face to face was worse for me than the video. In the video, Brayden was touching my wife, but she was passively standing still. In the club picture, they were touching and kissing each other -- like lovers. I felt nauseous. "Screenshot that and send it to me," I said. Ty looked shocked. "Just do it, and delete it from your phone. Don't look at any of these of your mom. I'll deal with it, okay?" I felt bad as Ty sulked away. I knew this was as hard on him as it was on me -- especially with his schoolmates sharing the picture for all to see knowing that was his mother. I looked at my watch. Reese would be home any second, considering her best friend's dad was also in the video, I was sure it was affecting her as well. I tried to call Patty hoping that she went back home, but it still went to voicemail. I froze for a second debating on whether to grab my daughter, not knowing if her mother was home or not. Reese's safety had to come first, and she wasn't used to being home alone for more than a few hours. I had to bite the bullet and risk a confrontation with my wife. "I'll be right back," I said standing. Ty had a worried look in his face. "Where are you going?" "Just going to check if your mother's at home and Reese is all right." Ty also stood up. "I'm coming too." "But..." I started to say, feeling awful I'm having to warn my son that his mom might be home. "If she's there, I'll stay in the car. Like before. Dad, I don't want to be alone here, okay?" I gave my son a big hug, and we both hopped in my car to check on Reese. When we got home, there still was no sign of Patty's vehicle. We both walked in to my daughter crying her eyes out. She ran and hugged me tightly and couldn't even talk. As we hugged, I noticed Patty's phone wasn't where it was before. She had come back and grabbed it -- or someone else did. "Shhh, sweetie. It will be all right," I said in as calm a voice as I could fake. "She's gone. She left us. She's gone to be with him, isn't she?" Reese wailed. Left us? When Reese finally calmed down, she revealed that she did see the video on her phone and that her and Michelle will never be friends again. She tried to call her mother several times, and left her messages, but no reply. I left her hugging her brother and started to look around the house. Nothing but her phone looked missing, until I checked our bedroom. Patty had left. All her clothes, jewelry, and make-up were gone. This wasn't an overnight bag thing, my wife had moved out. No wonder Reese was so upset. I knew she wouldn't have gone to a hotel and had to have gotten help hauling all her stuff out in the few hours since I was last at the house. I called her friend, Heather, who was currently single and would have room for Patty to stay. "Gezzus, Carl, are you all right?" Heather answered in a worried voice, "I take it you can't reach her either. Shit, I've been calling all day. Even all her social media is gone." "Heather, do you have any idea where she went? When did you last hear from her?" "Not since Friday night, when she bailed on me because she was sick after we had some drinks with that creep." Heather spat out the last three words bitterly. "What time was that?" "Shit, maybe around ten thirty. I know I was home by eleven," Heather paused and gasped, "Oh Carl, she didn't go home did she? I'm so sorry." "No, in fact, I texted her at midnight to come drive you two home, but she claimed the two of you and one of your other friends were cabbing it. I fell asleep before one and she wasn't home yet. Guess, I know why now." "Carl, she loves you more than life, always has. I don't know what got into her -- Pat has never done anything like that ever. She was such a prude before dating you." "Thanks Heather, but I need to find my wife to stop Reese and Ty from worrying. My daughter thinks she's with him. Bye." I hung up feeling even worse. I had a feeling my marriage was over anyway, but if she left us for him, I would make them both regret it. "Daddy, Mom's at Gramma's," Reese said coming into my room. Her lack of reaction to the open empty dresser and closet told me that she already saw it before. "They said she's all right, but doesn't want to talk to us." I sighed and hugged my daughter. "She's probably feeling really embarrassed and needs some time. I need some time too. Don't worry. I cooked the kids supper and tried to distract them by suggesting Ty take Reese to get hot brownies from a coffee shop we frequented a fair bit. Ty had his license, just not his own car yet. Patty and I were planning to get him one for Christmas. I wanted to watch the local news to see what they were saying about the video -- especially if Patty was named, which would really change things, but didn't want the kids to see. I know everything was instantly on their phones, but giving them a small piece of normality was important. As it ended up, the Freddy Fingers video was the lead story, but not for what I expected. The video had been pulled from all viral sites because there were minors clearly in the video. The perky news anchor explained how a few years back a soccer mom porn video was deemed child pornography in court because of the presence of minors in the clip -- even though they weren't present for the sex part. Under that precedent, law officials also considered the Freddy Fingers to be the same -- and posting or distributing it could lead to charges. It seemed a real stretch to me, but I took it. It was the only good news -- besides Patty being with her parents and not Brayden -- I'd heard all day. I was almost ready to turn off the news, thinking I might as well go grab the suitcases and check out of the hotel room we no longer needed, when the anchor announced that up next was comments from Freddy Fingers, himself. I felt my face getting warm as I waited for the seemingly endless commercials for that bearded turd standing outside the hospital and talking into a microphone. "So what made you think that was a good idea?" a monotone female voice asked. Brayden smiled and shrugged. "We seemed alone enough, and you only live once, right? Definitely, neither of us expected to be filmed." "You said us. That would be Patricia Stanos, whose husband was coaching while all that was going on." Brayden laughed. "I'm not going to comment on who she was, sorry." "But, her wedding ring is visible, so she was someone else's wife." Brayden shrugged. "Sorry, no comment. Just that it was quite an experience and hope the video doesn't ruin what was a great moment for both of us." "Son of a bitch," I snarled and grabbed my phone. I called Sunja, the IT at West Hope General Hospital, where Brayden worked as a nurse. "Hey boss, what's up?" said Sunja's cheerful thick East Indian accent. "Sunja, I need a really big personal favor. I need to know if Brayden Garde is working tonight and when his break is. Find out and text me." "But, I can't..." I interrupted him, "Do what you always do in order to time your break with that pretty brunette nurse you like. Just do it." It might sound like Sunja was a creep, but he was a really great kid and probably my most reliable tech. Also, that thing with him spending his breaks with that nurse, it was common knowledge she liked him as well. Everyone figured it was just a matter of time before they started dating. I hung up and texted my kids that I needed to go check out of the hotel and run some errands. I wasn't even in my car when Sunja came through. Brayden was working and I had enough time to check out of the hotel and get to the hospital to meet him outside for his smoke break. About an hour later, I was pulling into the hospital and parked in staff parking. During site visits over the past year, I'd seen Brayden outside smoking a few times and knew where to wait. It turns out I didn't have to wait, he was already outside wearing a coat over his scrubs smoking along with a couple other guys. He had a big smirk through that hipster beard of his with his arms outstretched like he expected me to huge him. "Coach Carl, what do I owe this pleasure? Is Patricia around?" Yes, he was a little taller and looked like he worked out regularly. I gained a bit of pounds and probably looked more overweight than athletic at that time. However, when I played, I had the reputation of never shying from dropping my gloves no matter how much bigger the other guy was. I was flashing back to that time in my life as I quickly moved in on Brayden, grabbed his coat with one hand and clocked him in the side of the face with my other. "Did you fuck her?" I snarled. I'll admit, Brayden took the punch really well and quickly started fighting back, giving me blows to the face. I kept repeating my question, as I got a good punch in to his gut, doubling him over and I followed up with one to the nose. At that point, other guys were trying to separate us. Again, I flashed back to my time in hockey and squirmed out of their attempts to grab me, just like with linesmen on the ice. Eventually, two of them had me restrained. While I was defenseless, Brayden took the opportunity to give me a parting shot in the groin with his knee. He messed getting me right on the balls, but it still hurt enough to drop me to my knees. One of the guys went to grab him, but he waved him off, signaling it was over. "Fine, you want to know?" said Brayden, wiping his bloody mouth, "Yeah I fucked her. Doggy style in one of the arena washrooms after I fingered her till she came right in front of you. Guess what? I fucked her Friday night too. She thanked me because it had been so long since she had a real good fucking and then took a cab home to your sorry ass. Fucking touch me again, I'll have the cops charge your ass and have you fired. Michelle is done with hockey, you're a shitty coach anyway. See ya, cuck." He walked away, leaving me to pull myself up and headed back. I thought he looked worse than I did, but what he told me after was the finishing blow. Patty was cheating with him and it wasn't a one-time thing. The kids were still up when I got home, and upset when they saw my face. My kids weren't idiots, they knew who I was fighting. Reese gave me a look that pretty much said, 'Did that solve anything?' And I felt a little bad. I definitely didn't feel any better after hitting him, but at least people will see his face and know I didn't just accept him fucking my wife. The next day, a reporter called me while I was getting the kids ready for school. I rudely said no comment and hung up. Halfway through the morning, a few showed up at my work. At lunch, Reese called from school in tears asking to be picked up. Kids were teasing her -- including her ex-best friend Michelle, and some guys were taking pictures of her in the playground. Of course, if the media tracked me down, it wouldn't be hard to track down my kids. The reporters and cameramen knew better to approach them, but the fact they were hanging around a middle school pissed me right off. I took the rest of the day off and checked in with Ty before heading to get Reese. He was getting harassed at school by both other kids and a couple reporters. I grabbed both my kids and headed home to find a news van waiting. I rushed my kids into our house yelling, "No fucking comment." Ty flipped off the camera and Reese stuck out her tongue. Once we were inside, I knew we couldn't live like this. The thing between Patty and I was bad enough without the media circus. I remembered what Ty's vice principal told me. I thought he was being a dick at the time, but he was right. The best thing for my family was to get out of town and quickly. I called my supervisor and asked if he had time to meet that afternoon. He told me that the board wanted to meet with me, and I should come in if I was up to it. I've spoke to the board a few times, all around their sixties -- like my supervisor, Hal, and all semi-retired health professionals -- doctors who moved into administration. Usually it was me explaining some issue that was going to be expensive to fix, or advocating for some upgrade that seemed expensive but would save a lot of money down the line. When I walked in and saw blank expressions, I knew this had nothing to do with technology. Hal glanced at the board members and then turned to me and said, "Carl, let's just cut to the chase. Everyone knows about the video with your wife and Brayden Garde. Reporters are around hanging around here asking people questions about you. Security cameras also caught you assaulting him outside the hospital where he works. This is becoming a publicity nightmare for us. Something has to be done." I snorted. "So I'm getting fired because someone videoed an asshole nurse seducing my wife? Let me guess, Garde is keeping his job?" "Look," said a female member, "With the union we can't touch him. Even for the brawl -- you clearly started it. He has been warned to not give any more public interviews, but in reality, if he does, it's not illegal. After all, that video was shared without his permission as well." I rolled my eyes. "So, because I'm in an out of scope position, you can get rid of me, right?" "Shit, Carl, it's not like that at all," Hal said and looked at me with pity. I hated that. "We all feel awful for what your family is going through right now -- especially your children. Off the record, after the interview he gave, most of us here were glad to see that prick get some five-finger justice. However, it seems a ton of people are following this story and probably will be for a while. That's not good for you and for us." Realizing they weren't about to fire me after all, I calmed down a bit. "Okay, that's actually what I wanted to come in for. As long as my kids are in Winfield, the spotlight will be on them. I'm sure I can run things just as well in Rosetown. It's two hours away, and people won't know us even if they know the story." They looked at each other, almost talking with their eyes. A man nodded at Hal who then looked at me and sighed, "That's not exactly what we were thinking. A number of health districts run on the same system as ours. We were thinking of doing a trade, getting someone to come replace you and you move and take over there. We have a couple of potential locations in mind already and will reach out to them after this meeting." "What locations?" Hal frowned. "There's three. One in Washington state, one in Arizona, and one in Alaska." "Alaska, are you fucking kidding? Pardon my French. Those are all across the country." "Alaska will be a last resort, I'm optimistic one of the other two will pan out. One is close to retirement and the other is younger and single. I'm sure we can entice one of them to come here." I shook my head slightly. "Let me guess, this position swap isn't optional is it?" Hal shrugged. "Yes, either way, we're asking you to resign. But, think of how good a move will be for your family. We'll make sure all your moving expenses are covered and have a place for your family to live right away. Carl, I wouldn't have supported this if I didn't think it would be good for you. I heard Patricia was fired, this could be a new start for both of you." "I guess I have no choice. But, there's no way I'm moving to Alaska. Washington would be nice. Great state for hockey for Reese." I paused briefly, then added, "And it would just be the three of us. Patricia will not be coming. I'm going to make an appointment with a lawyer as soon as I can." Again the look of pity from Hal. "Carl, I'm so sorry to hear that. You two were so great together. I guess I don't have to say you're not to have any contact with Brayden Garde at all. You walk into a restaurant and he's there, turn and head out. He will be told to do the same." It was a few days after that I received confirmation that Arizona was the winner. I would be taking the children on an eight-hour drive, or two hour flight away from their mom and only surviving grandparents. The kids did return to school, but after a day of frustration, I pulled them. It was easier to ignore the media vultures in our own house. I was also naively thinking in a few weeks I'd be enrolling them in a new school in Arizona anyway. It ended up not being that simple, after several video chats with my new soon-to-be bosses, nothing was confirmed for a month -- even though I was directed to clear out my work space and have it all ready for my replacement ASAP. With my banked time and overtime worked, I was getting my full salary for three months as well as a generous severance package -- which was to cover all moving expenses. Even though I wasn't working, I did consult a few times with Sunja, who I named as acting supervisor until my replacement started. Even dealing with my marriage seemed to needlessly drag on. It took a few weeks to finally meet with a lawyer that friends recommended. With me soon to be moving out-of-state, it really complicated things. I didn't want to go for adultery unless I had to, as angry as I was, I knew Patty and I would need to find a way to co-parent some how. Considering I was already taking the kids, I didn't want to burn her needlessly. The house would be sold and split evenly, as with our retirement savings. Ty was adamant that he didn't want to live with his mother at all -- even for just the summer. So, I was allowing partial custody of Reese, and my lawyer recommended what he considered a fair support payment for the situation -- especially if Patty remained unemployed. What really surprised me and pissed me off almost as much as her cheating was Patty still refused to even talk to the children. Both kids talked to Bob or Mary, who passed on messages of love and apologies, but she refused to even talk to them. I tried for months, after I calmed down to even communicate by email, but nothing. My soon-to-be-ex-wife blocked me completely off and my in-laws kept giving me the run-around. It was almost like they thought the whole thing was my fault and not their precious daughter's. I felt something like the Arizona move should be discussed in person, so I even told my kids not to say anything to their grandparents until I spoke with their mother. It was seven weeks since the Freddy Finger video was released that the media presence finally let up. However, the kids and I still got looks whenever we left the house. I think we were all looking forward to the move and a fresh start. Reese put on a brave face, but I knew the fact her mother was ignoring her was eating her up inside. I tried to explain that to Patty's parents, but they just say 'she's not ready and this is for the best, tell the kids she loves them.' Now my anger for her cheating spilled over to anger for her abandoning Ty and Reese. I was at the point of thinking, 'fuck you, you can find out about Arizona when we send you a postcard along with the divorce papers.' I also got confirmation that I started in four weeks, and they'd have a place for us in three to settle in. It was time to move on. A couple weeks later, a realtor sold our house discretely. It was never listed or had one of those signs, but he showed around potential buyers and found one. Since we weren't working or in school, the kids and I had things mostly packed up and just had week-to-week items not packed away. Finding family mementos that included Patty was especially hard. I think it was really starting to sink in that we were moving away from the city we were all born in, and from Patty. I had the divorce papers waiting in an envelope for about three weeks at that point, saying that I would deliver them myself since it detailed the parental arrangements with us living out of state. I doubt it was a coincidence that the day after the house sold that Bob called me and said Patty wanted to meet with me alone, and then wanted to see the kids. I reacted by telling him that she had her chance and then hung right up. Of course I knew I had to see her, but I was so mad for everything that I wasn't going to make anything easy. Not even an email or text in months? Bob called back an hour later and laid it on thick of how he knew this had been so hard on everyone -- even his daughter -- but there was no way to move on without us talking. And that Patty still loved me, and of course loved her children, blah, blah... I told him that I'd see her. We set a time to meet at their place, because Patty still didn't like going out in public. Reese was so excited, she was shaking. Ty, on the other hand, loudly argued with me about going. After voices were raised, we apologized and hugged, Ty agreed to see his mother. However, he said that he refused to hug her or anything. I figured that would have to be enough. I felt a little queasy in my stomach as I grabbed the envelope with the papers and we headed off. I tentatively pulled up to the condo. Bob and Mary came out immediately and waved Ty and Reese to join them in their Cadillac. After Mary and the kids were in the car, Bob came up and quickly shook my hand. I noticed him frown as he glanced down at the envelope I was carrying. "Carl, I'm glad you came. Please, have an open mind and remember this has been as awful for her as anyone. This time apart has been for the best for everyone. She didn't want it -- she needed it." "I will and I strongly disagree with that," I said grimly. As the car pulled away, I walked into the condo. As I passed the dining table by the front foyer, I set the envelope down. I figured if Patty saw it right away our talk would get a lot less civil fairly quickly. "It's me," I announced. "Here in the den," came the anxious response from Patty. In all the time we've been together -- even when we broke up when Patty first became pregnant -- we've never gone more than a week without talking to each other. Here was my first contact with my wife in nearly two months. First thing I noticed was her long dark hair was cut short into a bob and dyed red. The second was Patty looked like she lost a lot of weight, which made her look over forty. The fact she was wearing no make-up at all didn't help. "New look?" I said pointing at her hair. "You hate it, don't you? Just like you hate me," Patty said sourly, "I'm surprised you even agreed to do this." "Well, your dad figured we need closure before ending things." Patty frowned and shook her head. "Then it's really over. Before you even hear my side of things, you're just walking away." "For fuck's sake, I'm not just walking away, you left us. Remember? Half the country knows what you did. I can't pretend it didn't happen, and neither can the kids. They deserve to get some space from this." I took a breath, realizing I nearly blurted about us moving, and spoke in a forced calm voice. "Besides, I'm here to listen." "And then hand me those papers that you brought in with you or were you leaving them for me to find after you left?" I shook my head, a little frustrated at her attitude. "Look, you said you wanted to say your side. Say it." Patty frowned and looked like she would cry at any moment as she fidgeted with her hands. I noticed she, unlike me, was still wearing her wedding ring. "First, Carl, I can't say how sorry I am and how horrible I feel that you had to endure all of this being dragged out in the public -- especially our kids. Believe me, I hated myself way worse than you ever could for putting our family through that. You're all blameless and this is all my fault. But the things they're saying aren't true. I made an awful mistake, but not nearly as bad as people -- and I'm sure you, think." I laughed coldly. "Really, because there's a video out there that really looks like foreplay -- and then there's the picture of him getting to second base at some dance club." "For fuck's sake, Carl, can't you please let me tell my side of things?" Patty snapped. I crossed my arms I gestured for her to continue. "Fine, I was in the dance club with him, but it's not what you think. Look, I went out with Heather to that pub on Twenty-third Avenue, like I said I would, and we're drinking by ourselves when Brayden walked in alone and joined us. We were all drinking and having a good time, but the drinks went too much to my head. I wasn't thinking clearly at all. Heather went to the bathroom and I texted her I was going home, but then Brayden convinced me to go the club with him instead. "It was the stupidest thing I could've done, but I did it. I just felt so...warm and fuzzy, like in a trance. Something was not right with my head. Yes, I kissed him while he touched me... inappropriately and then I left to go outside to behind the building with him. Once there, he undid his jeans and tried to guide me down to my knees to suck him off. That snapped me into reality. I knew I never should've let it get that far and felt guilty as shit. Brayden was mad, calling me a cock tease, but I knew I needed to get away from him. I took a cab home, and saw you texted and how I replied. Honestly, I don't remember clearly enough to know if I even typed that text or he did for me. Once I got home and saw you in bed, I remembered I was supposed to wake you for cuddles. I felt so dirty that I just stared at you crying instead. It was later that I suspected..." "I don't need to hear a whole fucking backstory," I cut her off raising my voice as I felt my face getting warm, "Yeah, I've gotten drunk a few times too around sexy women -- especially at work functions. Funny think I never ran off to suck face with any of them at a dance club while they rubbed my cock." "Carl!" Patty tried to interrupt, but I was going to finish. "I told you I don't want to hear your fucking rehearsed story. Only thing I came here was to find out why. Why did you do it? Were you unhappy with me? With us? Was I getting in too bad of shape? I mean Brayden is a lot fitter than me. He's also taller, was his cock bigger?" "Jesus fuckin' Christ Carl," Patty yelled to interrupt me, tears running down her cheek, "I'm trying to explain to you there was no affair -- not even an emotional one. Brayden and I never even had sex." "I already had a chat with Brayden," I interrupted and saw a flash of fear in her eye. "Look, he already confessed to you two fucking Friday night and then Sunday during the game, so quit spinning things any different. I did bring divorce papers for irreconcilable differences -- split everything and I'm primary guardian since you're out of work. However, if you fight it and I have to go for grounds of adultery, he will testify." The last bit was a complete lie and I knew it, but I was hoping to bluff my way into getting the truth from her because I was sure it wasn't what she was telling me then. "He's lying. We didn't have sex. Not even once," Patty said, her eyes flashing. "Why don't you believe me?" "Why? Because his story is a helluva lot more believable." "Why are you being like this?" She switched from anger to pleading, "Let me tell you my side. Carl, I've never lied to you before, please." I stood up, knowing the whole discussion was a bad idea. "Yeah, that might be Patty, but guess what? You've never bent over in public and let another man finger fuck you before either. I was there, remember, seeing you on the other side of the rink smiling. Guess, I know now what was making you so happy." "Carl, no, please." She reached for me. "If nothing really happened, as soon as the story broke you would've told me then and there that you weren't having an affair. 'Carl, I never fucked Brayden. Let me tell you what really happened.' You know what? I would've been more than happy to hear your side then. But no, you take off and ignore me and your kids. Two fucking months is enough time to craft and rehearse a real convincing story -- especially after knowing I lawyered up. Sorry, Patty, we have nothing to say anymore. You apologize for the public humiliation, but what about me? What about breaking my fucking heart? Just seeing him do that to you while you looked at me killed me. Seeing a picture of the two of you kissing like that? That ripped my fucking heart right out. You didn't think of that because you don't even care, so why should I? Accept the terms in the envelope so we can get past this. Bye Patricia Bell. Bye forever." As I turned around and walked away, I heard her voice but no words. I know she was apologizing and pleading and maybe threw out the 'l-word,' but I was done. I glanced at the envelope with the divorce papers as I exited the condo and then had a good cry in my car before heading back to the house. I still had a few things to do around there before the big move. I was throwing out last minute things before the movers got there, as well as had everything I thought Patty would want -- or I wouldn't want like our wedding pictures -- in a big stack of boxes in the garage. I already told Bob that if Patty didn't want any of that stuff to toss it and we'd discuss anything I took that she did want through our lawyers. I expected Bob to drop the kids off at my place after spending some time with their mother -- after what she did, I still did hope Ty at least would give her a chance. I had pizza ordered and was waiting when Bob's cell called. "Hi Bob, on your way?" I answered. "Please you can't take them away from me, Carl. How can you steal my babies?" Patty blubbered into the phone. "You did this, not me," I replied harshly, "It's your fault I had to pull them from school and Arizona is the only option for me to relocate for work and give them a shot at a new life. You'll get Reese for the summer and Ty is old enough to decide to remain with me. If he changes his mind, I will of course let him go see you. If the distance bothers you that much, nothing's stopping you from moving closer to us." "I can't leave now, because..." Patty stopped and I heard her breathing heavily through her nose, "Forget it. You don't believe me at all and hate me. He was right about you; I should've listened. Here I thought you'd be different. And now my kids hate me too. I can't do this." She hung up. I figured the 'he' was either Brayden or Bob. At that moment, it didn't matter, all that mattered is getting my kids away from the shit show our lives had become. Bob and Mary pulled up seconds later with the kids. Reese ran to her room crying without saying a word. Ty told me that his mother spent the entire time in a bedroom, and wouldn't even come out to see them at all. Reese was crying banging on the door, but Patty wouldn't even say one word to her daughter. They hung out in the den, while Bob and Mary reassured them Patty would be down shortly and tried to convince them everything was a big misunderstanding. They also said her avoiding contact with them was for her own good, and they should love their mother enough to want what was best for her. Needless to say, Ty was almost as angry at his grandparents as he was at his mother. \* The move went smooth, as did the ending of my marriage. Patty ended up signing the divorce papers as is and took half the proceeds from the sale, and, for all I knew, all the boxes I left for her. The only thing she asked for was a picture of Reese and I playing hockey when she was five that hung in our hallway. I found that weird since I knew she had plenty of pictures of Reese without me. Anyway, I sent it to her parent's house by courier. We had been in Arizona for three months and the kids and I hadn't heard any mention of Freddy Fingers from anyone -- even though a mention of the story occasionally popped up on social media, no connection to us was ever made. The people were just as nice at work as back home, and I actually found my new team more knowledgeable and self-reliant -- like I had an entire team of Sunja's -- ability-wise not culturally. It ended up being a great fit for me. Reese hated the fact that had to repeat grade eight all over again after missing so much, but Ty was able to start classes right away and could be caught up if he took summer school. I was also very happy to hear that his new school was quite tolerant of his lifestyle choice. Since Reese couldn't attend school until fall, and I didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone all day in still a relatively new city for us, I made arrangements for her to attend the youth rec center which had a before and after school program that had a few kids her age. During school time, Reese was free to do activities (sports, board games, etc.) and was moderately supervised by staff. It wasn't ideal, but Reese accepted it. We've had no contact at all with Patty, though Reese talked to her grandparents regularly. However, I was starting to have reservations of sending Reese to spend the summer with her after no contact at all for almost five months-- it was less than a month away. Poor Reese was so excited that she was counting down. If she travelled back to just be shut out again by her mother... My heart hurt for her. I was working on a software upgrade schedule when I received a text from my ex-father-in-law. It was a link to Winfield local news station there with the message, *live news conference starting right away. You NEED to see. I was just told by her therapist.* I asked my assistant to not disturb me for a bit, and closed my door and typed in the link on my work computer. It was a news conference at the Winfield sheriff's office. The sheriff was there, some older woman in a suit, and standing in front of the podium microphone was Patty. She was wearing glasses now with the same short red hair like the last time I saw her. The title was "Woman from Freddy Finger Video Revealed." I missed the very beginning, but it sounded like Patty had just start speaking. "When I found out about the release of the video, I was at the hospital getting tests done, which I will go in about later," Patty said in a quiet sad voice, "I was devastated and humiliated. It's not an exaggeration to say that I had a complete mental breakdown. That video cost me my job, my marriage, and my children. I'd like to say it's a big comfort that the person responsible will be punished, but really it feels like a shallow victory." There was a rush of talking from the reporters, until a female voice clearly said, "Mrs. Stanos, are you saying you were a victim?" "Miss Bell now," Patty said sadly, "What everyone saw was just seconds of what really happened and unfortunately everyone made their own minds up of what they thought was the truth -- even people who knew me for years. Because of an ongoing investigation, which started the day the video was released, I was not permitted to say anything in public. My counselor that I've been seeing since that day recommended not telling anyone except my parents, who were caring for me while I was too bad to really care for myself. Just talking about it was a huge trigger for me. "I can now say that what everyone watched online was me being sexually assaulted. Two days before that video was released, the man from the video, Brayden Garde, approached me and a female friend drinking in a lounge. He brought us drinks, and then convinced me to leave with him and do things. Things that, in a normal frame of mind, I would never do with another man because of my faithfulness to my husband. I did stop things that night before it turned into oral sex or worse, but I still carried a lot of guilt and shame -- and was physically ill from it. "At the time, I did not know that Mr. Garde drugged me that night and I was not at all able to consent to what happened. Days later, at the hockey game, Mr. Garde said there was a video of us from the other night and he would show my husband if I didn't have sex with him then and there. He was bluffing: there was no video, but I didn't know that at the time. When he left the stands for a moment, I escaped to the other side of the rink. I told a worker that I needed to be alone. However, Mr. Garde snuck up behind me and told me if I made a scene he'd make sure everyone saw what we did. Brayden would say, 'keep smiling. Act natural or everyone sees,' as he shoved his hand down my pants and molested me. Ironically, I stood paralyzed in fear of my husband seeing a video of me kissing Brayden while he groped me at the dance club, and I just let it happen hoping that he'd be satisfied and just leave me alone after. He then said, 'keep smiling and relax. Don't care you're not that wet, we're fucking. Now, come on.' I told him no and never to touch me again. He started to leave and still motioned me to join him. I ran the other way and hid in a women's bathroom stall, waiting for the game to end. When Brayden didn't push the matter when I saw him after the game talking to my husband, I suspected there was no video." Again there was loud discussion from the reporters. The woman in the suit gently guided Patty aside and stood in front of the microphone. "One thing I'd like to add, we had an expert analyze the video when Mr. Garde is seen whispering to Miss Bell and he confirmed it is as Miss Bell stated. In other words, he was threatening to rape her as well as using the threat of blackmail to assault her. "Now Miss Bell claims that she was drugged actually was our strongest evidence against Mr. Garde. He is a registered nurse at West Hope General Hospital. Earlier this year, they took part in a drug trial for Ferediton, an experimental drug expected to be a female Viagra to women in menopause. In women who are still virile, it could cause loss of inhibition and even disorientation at higher doses. Mr. Garde was one of the few people with regular access to Ferediton, as he helped administered the drug. Our investigation found that one patient who was supposed to be receiving the drug only received half the dose and a placebo for the rest. That and the fact that a blood test revealed Miss Bell did have traces of Feredition in her system proved Mr. Garde stole the drug from the drug trial with clear intent to assault Miss Bell. We then began building our strong case for both the sexual assault of Miss Bell, but also the theft of the Feredition. "After presenting our evidence, including Miss Bell's testimony, to Mr. Garde's defense attorney last week, we also made an offer to avoid trial and spare Miss Bell any more humiliation. Our office felt she'd been through enough with the online mob-mentality attacks on her character. This morning, at nine, Mr. Garde pled guilty to third degree sexual assault and accepted the sentencing terms of two years with conditions that..." I heard enough, I switched off the video. I grabbed my phone and texted Bob, my eyes watering: *Why didn't anyone tell me? Or the kids?* After a few minutes the long reply came: *When we picked her up from the hospital she was mess. She was so ashamed and blamed herself. Her counselor said that is normal of sex assault victims. He made us promise not to tell and she would when she was ready. After weeks of counseling and realizing everyone was convinced she had an affair, she wanted to talk to you. She figured you'd be mad but was so surprised that you might divorce her. Her counselor warned that you would be too angry and talking to you about it would only set her recovery back. He was right. You wouldn't listen when she tried to explain what happened and already planned to move, so she gave up on you and the kids. She's still in a rough place and we're really worried about her. I know she isn't your concern anymore but at least try to forgive her. It could help her move on.* I started to type 'if I knew', but what good will that do. I replied, *I want to talk to her. Please tell her that. I will tell the kids and I am sure they will want to talk too. They've always wanted to talk. I wanted to talk. She shut us out. You should've told us the truth if she couldn't. Our marriage ending is on you as well.* I knew the last part was harsh and unfair, but didn't care. All I thought I knew was wrong, and I'd slut-shamed my wife after she was essentially raped. I also regretted that I didn't hurt that asshole Brayden more than I did. I threw his lies in Patty's face and threatened to have him testify against her in divorce court. She had to know I was wrong about that if an investigation was going on. Here I didn't even give her the chance to tell me the truth when she finally wanted to. No wonder she gave up on me. I was debating on how to word everything to Reese when I received another text from Bob: *Sorry, but Patricia just wants to move past things. You know the truth now and that's enough for her. Sorry. You're right we should have told you the truth. She made us promise and the prosecutor wanted as few people to know as possible so they could get a conviction. Her counselor said the best for Patricia was to keep it between us and he knows what's best for her mental health.* Just like I did when I first saw the Freddy Fingers video, I just zoned out and stared at nothing in silence. The reality kept hitting me. My wife, the best friend I've ever had, and whom I'd been together with for more than eighteen years, was trying to tell me that she was sexually assaulted and I basically called her a slut and walked away without even letting her talk. I had a feeling Brayden was a bit of sleaze, hearing rumors of why he divorced his wife. Why was I so ready to believe him and not even hear out Patty's side? The answer was that I already judged her and he confirmed what I thought happened. Of course, I was hurt seeing her allowing him to touch her like that. However, I knew I acted more in anger than pain. I had to admit to myself the real reason why I was so dead set on leaving Patty was because the video went public. I refused to be the pathetic loser cheated on in front of the world that just rolls over and takes his cheating wife back. Attacking Brayden in public, that was revenge but also a statement that I was no cuckold loser accepting what he did. A lot of my reactions were a response to being humiliated by that video, while buying in to the public opinion that Patty was a cheater, and how her 'time away' made the kids feel abandoned. In my defense, what I told my wife when we last spoke was true. If Patty had come right out as soon as the video dropped and plainly said there was no affair then, I would still would've been hurt and angry, but I also would've been more open to hearing her side. If she explained the truth then, I would've been standing right by her side through it all. After she ignored us for months, letting everything stew like she did, I doubt I would've believed anything she said if I let her talk. How stupid was this counselor for not knowing keeping me in the dark from the get-go only would've had me thinking the worst. Even one text from Bob explaining the truth might have saved our marriage. One thing I knew, I would be useless at work that day. I let people know I was taking the day off, maybe the next day, and headed back to the townhouse I was currently renting. Once home, I paced for a moment trying to make sense of everything. Even though the divorce was final, it still did matter to me. I debated on sending Patty an apology for not believing her, but that would feel a little hollow at the moment. Besides, I thought she'd deserve it in person. I decided I'd fly back to Winfield with Reese and have the apology there. Once he knew the truth, Ty probably would want to see his mother too -- so I hoped. Being in IT, I was so use to having a clear solution to every problem. If I couldn't find one, I needed to research more information. I was at a lost understanding Patty's actions and how to help. Desperate, I ended up going through the online phone book and calling a phone line for sexual assault victims. "Hello, my name is Callie. How can I help you?" said a kind young woman's voice. I took a breath, "Hi, my name is Carl and my wife was drugged and sexually assaulted." "I'm so sorry to hear that Carl, is she there now? Does she need medical attention?" I sighed thinking the call was stupid idea, but I already made it. "No, Callie. The assault actually took place months ago, but I just found out about it. Do you know the Freddy Fingers video? That's my wife." "I'm sorry, but I think you and your wife need to speak to a couples counselor. This line is a women's crisis line." Callie sounded a little uneasy. "Look, if you get another call and it's a crisis, go ahead and hang up I'd understand," I said almost pleading, "I'm sorry I need to understand why Patty acted like she did and if I made things worse for her. Please, we're divorced because of this mess, but I still care. I still love her." "It's a slow night, so I guess a few minutes would be okay," Callie said her voice sounding more sympathetic, "So that video was a sexual assault? Sorry, but I always thought her reaction was strange, too unemotional. Nothing like two lovers messing around." Of course she knew the video and would be curious. Besides, I hoped giving her information could help her explain why Patty acted like she did. I said, "The assault was a few nights before, he drugged her and took advantage when she couldn't consent. In the video, he was basically blackmailing her to go along with him or he'd make sure I found out what she did. She didn't know for sure that she was drugged at the time." "I'm sorry, Carl, that must have been just awful for Patty and you. How exactly can I help you?" "You see, Patty didn't say a word. Immediately after, she acted a little withdrawn and tired, but no indication something happened -- other than not wanting to get intimate with me. She was smiling at me while he did those things to her, and just hung out in bed like she had the flu after. No tears, no nothing. After that fucking video came out -- sorry for swearing -- she just left without a word. Not to me or the kids. I found out she went to her parents, but didn't want to talk to us. My daughter tried to reach her, nothing. I didn't try for a few weeks. Next thing, it was almost five months and she still wouldn't even to talk to the kids at all. Just passed messages through her parents. "Sorry, I'm rambling. I guess I don't understand why she didn't just come out and say she wasn't having affair and that she was a victim? She had to know I'd assume the worst, and she just let me. Is that common?" I heard Callie take a deep breath. "I'm sorry, that must have been horrible -- especially with how public it was -- I didn't know kids were involved. To answer your question, yes. Definitely. Women's sexuality has had such a stigma for years that when a woman is assaulted her first response is often 'it was my fault. What did I do wrong?' This feeling of shame leads to majority of assaults not being reported at all. They simply withdraw and try to pretend nothing happened, or mentally block out any memory of it at all. With everything public, I can only imagine your wife's shame was only compounded and probably to the point that she couldn't deal with it -- or you who'd she'd feel like she betrayed because in her mind it's her fault." "But she told her parents right away. I guess she was going to tell me, but only after ignoring us for months and after I started divorcing her. It was too late then, and I wouldn't listen. I didn't believe her." I was a little choked up saying the last words. I knew I hurt Patty deeply that day, and it was no wonder she didn't want to see me again. "Look Carl, this isn't your fault just like it wasn't Patty's. You're as much the victim as her. In her mind, she didn't betray her parents, she betrayed you. Of course, she wouldn't want to face you knowing what happened and it probably wouldn't occur to her at all that you -- like everyone else -- was assuming the worse." Callie paused for a moment. "You're a hockey coach, right? So you know about physical injuries. Let's say a sprain or something. Your body's damaged and you feel pain because your body needs that area to be left alone so it can begin to heal itself. What your wife went through was an emotional injury -- or trauma. She felt immense pain, so she left it alone. She avoided you and probably avoiding thinking of what you were going through as well because it was too much to deal with -- hurt too much. It was easier to withdraw from everyone and just not think about what was done to her. Probably talking to you or your kids, she would have to address what happened, that would be a trigger. Her mind's solution was to simply not talk to any of you and avoid that possible pain. The problem with emotional pain, unlike physical, is they often don't heal by themselves. Does that make any sense?" "Yes it does, Callie. Thank you for your time -- I know this isn't really your job." "No, I was glad to help, Carl," Callie said cheerfully, "A little more advice, I still would really try to get you two into counseling together. As I said what she did goes along with the natural response, but a counselor would get her to confront those feelings and connect with those who could give her the best support. You and your children." "But, I was told she was seeing one and he was pushing her to cut off contact with us. He even convinced my in-laws to not say anything to me." "Are you sure? That doesn't sound right." Callie's voice changed from its cheerful tone to sounding a little surprised. "Maybe they're lying about her seeing one just so you'd think she was trying to get help, but in reality she still was too ashamed?" I sighed. "Maybe, I don't know anything any more." Callie's voice went back to its cheerful tone. "Even if you are divorced, you are both still connected to each other by your kids. And apologies go a lot better with flowers than tears -- at least I think so. Bye Carl and good luck with everything." After hanging up, I felt even worse for Patty than better and was convinced my behavior probably hurt her almost as much as Garde. It did make sense why my wife ran away and hid, though I couldn't help but partly blame her parents for not at least hinting there was no affair. They had plenty of opportunity and it not only affected me, but also my children -- and I had a hard time getting past that. Patty was also the type to lie to stop people from worrying about her. So, Callie probably was right that there was no counselor and it was all Patty trying to deal with everything herself. Callie's parting comment about flowers really surprised me. Considering how things ended between us, and the severity of what happened, I would've thought flowers would be inappropriate. I mean, I've bought Patty flowers numerous times and I'm sure she really appreciated them -- even though she'd act like it wasn't a big deal. Normally, giving my wife -- ex-wife -- flowers usually ended up with her giving me a blowjob at the end of the night with some cheeky comment of that being the only reason I gave them to her. Of course, the main reason I bought them was to make her happy -- especially when I knew she was expecting them. Callie said flowers not tears. I thought for a moment and knew if I waited for a face to face apology there would be waterworks, possibly from me as well as Patty. Maybe Callie meant to soften the blow with a pre-apology of flowers instead of waiting like I planned? I went online and found a florist in Winfield that delivers. I assumed Patty was still living with her parents and figured even if she wasn't, they'd make sure she got them. I definitely knew that a romantic red rose bouquet was not the way to go. I searched until I found one with yellow lilies and other assorted flowers that was a sympathy arrangement. I thought it looked pretty enough, and knew Patty loved yellow lilies -- they were in her wedding bouquet. I placed my order and typed a message for the personalized card. It said, "I'm so sorry for what you've been through. I couldn't have been more wrong and will regret my last words to you for a long time. Love Carl." I ended up picking up Reese early. She was excited to see me and didn't ask why I wasn't at work. We played a little street hockey in our driveway, then got started on supper together -- veggie pizza as both Reese and Ty were vegetarians. We had a nice supper together before I told them the news, letting them watch a replay of the video. Reese was upset before that her ex-best-friend's dad was intimate with her mother. I couldn't imagine how she felt knowing he assaulted her premeditated. I was not surprised that the revelation hit Ty the hardest, as he'd been the hardest on his mother right from the start. Ty and Patty were always really close -- just as Reese and I were. Knowing his anger from his image of her being shattered was misplaced was overwhelming. I hadn't seen him cry so hard since the day he came out to us. I outstretched my arms, not expecting him to accept a hug from me, but figured I better try. I was wrong; he jumped against me and clung tightly as he bawled. Reese started crying too watching us. "I want my mom back," Ty whispered in my ear. "You will. You can see her as much as you want. I promise," I whispered back. I gave my kids some space to process things. I cleaned up the kitchen and peaked at my work email to see if there were any pressing issues. Like I said, my Arizona team knew their stuff. I had a few updates from minor issues that were quickly handled, but nothing I needed to do. Around ten thirty, right before I was going to go to bed, Ty came into my room. He looked like he'd still been crying recently, but he had a really serious look on his face. "Dad, can I ask you something?" I smiled. "Of course, bud." "Since you and mom, you know, have you had any dates or anything? I know you don't go out much, but like lunch time or anything?" I was shocked. My sixteen-year-old son was asking about my love life. It just occurred to me, it had been nearly half a year since that mess had started. "Um, not that it's really your business, but no. I've been focusing too much on the family. Getting through that scandal, the move, and settling us in here. Honestly, I haven't really thought much about the fairer sex. And, I think it's still too soon for me after being with your mom so long." Ty had an inquisitive look after hearing my answer. "Yeah, I kinda thought that. Do you think mom's been dating?" I felt a little sour in my stomach. I imagine most divorcees have a hard time realizing your place in your ex's bed will be replaced. I honestly never thought of it until Ty brought it up, and now I wanted to stop thinking about it. "Well, it's not really any of my business. I mean we've been separated over five months and divorced almost three. Your mother is a very beautiful woman -- when she is ready to date, I don't think she'll have any shortage of suitors." "But do you think she has been already?" I sighed. "I'm sorry, Ty, I'd really not think about that. We're apart now, but that has nothing to do with you. No matter what, you and Reese will always be her babies. Even if she starts a new family, I know Patty will always have room for you." Ty just smiled and left. I hoped I alleviated whatever was troubling him that he had to ask those questions and got ready for bed. I planned to take the following day off work, but decided there was nothing I could do and I needed to focus on moving forward. Maybe that was the purpose of Ty's questions? He wanted me to move on with my life, which meant finding a new romantic partner to share it with. For the first time in a long time, I actually started looking at women's fingers to see who was married and who wasn't. At the hospital that I was based out of, there was no shortage of single woman working there. However, most were right out of college and probably considered me too old. There was one, nurse practitioner, Candace, that struggled with technology, so I was visiting her office at least once a month it seemed. We did chat a little bit about our personal lives occasionally. She was close to my age, a pretty redhead with huge breasts -- and divorced for a few years. She was also available, and nothing like Patty. I decided that the next time she was struggling to get her scheduling software to sync up, I would ask her out for coffee. As fate would have it, I had my chance that morning. I received an email from Candace complaining that her computer was dragging and wondering if I could send someone to take a look. Normally, I only went out to this type of thing when my IT staff on duty -- normally one per health center -- were busy with something else - which was extremely rare in Winfield. However, to get the lay of the land in my new environment, I jumped at a number of these tedious requests since I'd moved to Arizona. I was planning to step back, but the staff was used to me helping out. As well, with my team being so independent, these little trips from my office kept me from getting too bored. "Oh Carl," Candace said with a big smile when I walked into her office, "You didn't have to come all the way here yourself." Sometimes she was in scrubs, other times, like that day, she wore a nice blouse and pants, which accented her slim waist and full breasts. "It's fine," I said smiling back, "Besides, I need the exercise." I made my way around her desk to her computer as she rose to make room for me. "Oh, I doubt that." As she said that, I'm sure I caught her glancing down at my body. Little things like that had been happening since I started working there. I was fairly sure she was flirting, but was it just her being friendly or 'hint-hint, I'm interested' flirting. It was about time to find out. After ten minutes, I couldn't find anything wrong with her computer -- other than that she neglected to run an update for her word processor that I emailed all the staff about a few weeks prior. "Carl, you are amazing. Looks like it's running better already," Candace said with her toothy smile, and her green eyes sparkling. "Glad, I could help," I said, and then felt like my tongue was swelling as I awkwardly got out the words, "Um, Candace, would you be interested in catching coffee during your break sometime this week?" "I would love too," Candace said and then frowned slightly, "But, that's only if your intentions aren't platonic, and the purpose of our coffee is to discuss our plans for the weekend." I smiled and laughed. "Well, I guess we're on the same page. I pretty much set my own time, so whenever you're free?" "Unfortunately, my time is unpredictable. Since your office is by the cafeteria, when I get a moment, I'll just drop by. Sound good?" "Sounds awesome, Candace. Have a great day." I think I had a permanent smile for the rest of the day. Our one assistant, Meaghan, teased me asking what she looked like. I just told her that she was a beautiful redhead. In fact, I was so proud of myself for 'getting back on the horse,' that I didn't think about Patty at all until I got home. That evening, Ty seemed in a better mood, but really distracted. Reese was quiet, but she's been that way for the last half year. No one mentioned Patty, but I could tell they were thinking of her. I suspected both made attempts to talk to her -- especially Ty -- but didn't know if they were successful or not. I knew the flowers had to have arrived and expected to at least hear something from Bob or Mary. Nothing. I was starting to have second thoughts about Candace, with my kids still caught up with the mess with their mother. Was it really the time to announce I was starting to date again? We got through the evening, and then the morning, but it was clear that there was a huge elephant in the room. My kids knew full well I left Patty because I thought she was having an affair. Now that the truth was out, I thought they might resent me a little for jumping to conclusions and then running away to Arizona rather than fighting to keep our family together. If either of them felt that way, they weren't showing it. By the time I arrived at work the following day, my brain flip-flopped to being certain it was time for me to date again. Six months with no intimate contact other than my hand wasn't healthy and I was pushing forty. Thoughts of Patty were pushed out of my head as I was looking forward to a 'non-platonic' break with Candace and wondering what we could do on the weekend together. Around ten, Meaghan called, "Hey Carl. There's someone here who wants a word with you in your office alone." "Okay, Meaghan. Who is it?" I figured it might be a software vendor. Other hospital staff didn't come to see me, I went to see them or sent one of my team. "A beautiful red head. I'll send her right in." My instinct was to look around and see what last minute cleaning I could do to make my mess of an office presentable. I was so surprised that Candace was coming to my office -- I fully expected her to email me to meet her. As surprised as I was that Candace wanted to see me in my office, I can't even put into words how I felt when Patty walked in instead, shutting the door. The only thing I can say is that I was shocked to the point that my body felt numb, almost frozen. Patty looked good, she still had her short, died dark red hair, though her dark brown roots were now showing. She was wearing a very nice short dress, and her make-up was fully done. She definitely looked as beautiful as ever. After Patti entered my office without saying a word, she approached me quickly, almost as if to slap my face or tell me off. I opened my mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say. I flinched a bit in my chair when she headed right around my desk and before I could react, she was on her knees and reaching for my pants. As soon as my dick knew what was happening, it became erect almost instantly, while the rest of my body was still in shock. Not even ten seconds from when she entered my office, Patty had her lips around my cock, eyes closed, and sucking as enthusiastically as she ever had in our time together. Her one hand was on my knee, while the other was wrapped around my cock by the thumb and forefinger and stroked in conjunction with Patty's bobbing, sucking and licking. It had been so long, probably even a few weeks since I even jerked off, it took almost no time at all until I was getting ready to blow. Normally, my ex-wife could read the changes and either backed off to edge me or we'd switch and I'd pleasure her orally and then we would usually orgasm around the same time while fucking. Patty was showing no signs of slowing down, if anything, she sucked harder. "Shit, I'm going to come," were the first words out of my mouth. And with a grunt I came as Patty sealed her lips around the tip of my cock and swallowed me for maybe the fifth time ever in our years together. I looked down at her, and she was still the most beautiful woman in the world, as she released my spent cock and wiped the edge of her mouth with her hand. As Patty opened her eyes and started to stand up, I reached to touch her cheek and said, "Baby..." It was instinct, coupled with the after effects of orgasming and the fact I truly was really happy to see her. Patty flinched like my hand was a hot poker, almost falling over. She quickly moved away from me, and regained her balance. "I'm sorry, Carl, that was a mistake," Patty blurted quickly and she flew out of my office just as fast as she'd entered, leaving me still in shock and thoroughly confused. "What the fuck just happened," I muttered out loud to myself. I gave her flowers so I get a blowjob, like before? She actually traveled 700 miles to give me a blowjob for flowers? But then, why was it a mistake? As I thought about it, this blowjob was different than any Patty had ever given me before. Besides the silent treatment, she wouldn't even look at me once, and there was no emotion. She sucked me off to suck me off, no different than I imagine it would be for a hooker hired in the alley. That blowjob convinced me that my ex-wife didn't love me any more. Maybe that was just her way of letting me know -- giving herself closure? I sent Patty a text, but it bounced back. I forgot that she canceled her old cell and if she had a new one, I didn't know the number. I was going to text Bob, but wasn't about to explain why I wanted to contact her. I hoped if she was in town, she must want to see Ty and Reese and decided to just wait for her to reach out again. Around two, Candace sent me an email apologizing for not being able to get away that day, but letting me know she was still interested. She also gave me her cellphone number and I was free to call or text her. I responded by sending her mine, and received a kissy emoji shortly after. At least I clearly knew what was going on with her. Just as I was getting to leave, a call was transferred to my work phone from reception. "Hello, Carl Stanos, IT Manager, Sun Valley Health District," I answered in my cheery professional voice. "Carl, please don't hang up," said Patty in a soft, nervous voice. "Patty, of course. Look, I need to say..." I started rambling before she interrupted me. "Carl, not now. I'm sorry, I can't talk about us. I'm not ready, but we will I promise." Patty took a deep breath. "I need to see my babies. I'm staying in town for a few days and want to spend an evening alone with each of them. If you're okay with it, I will pick up Ty right away, and then tomorrow I will come get Reese." "Of course, where are you staying?" "Not now, Carl," Patty said vehemently and sounded like she was about to cry, "I can't see you yet. I'm sorry. I made an even bigger fucking mess of everything and need time. I'll drop Ty off before his bedtime. Thank you." And she hung up. So, it was an evening alone with my teenage daughter, but I was the farthest from her thoughts. As soon as I picked up Reese from the center, it was apparent she already knew her mother was in town and spending the evening with Ty. I treated her out for supper to her new favorite Thai restaurant, but all she did was talk excitedly about her mother. "Maybe she's here looking for work and she'll move? I don't have to go away from my new friends for the summer and see her all the time" I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't think that was the case. I'm just glad she made no comment about us getting back together. Reese did share that her mother had started to communicate with both of them the same evening I showed them the press conference. Reese also said that Patty made both promise not to tell me anything -- especially about her visit -- and that she needed time before we had our 'talk.' Reese assumed since she was in town, the talk was happening, so she didn't have to keep it secret. I decided it wasn't a good time to mention that I was planning to date someone. Ty didn't arrive home until eleven, around the time I went to bed. He looked happy, but again still distracted. After Reese explained things, I'd assumed he was distracted by keeping his mother's visit secret, but that wasn't it. "Dad, can we talk?" Ty said with a funny look on his face. "Sure. How was the visit with your mother?" I said, smiling because I was genuinely happy for both of them to reconnect again. "Do you still love her -- even after what happened?" This was the second time in a few days that my sixteen year-old-son surprised me with a personal question. "Of course I still love her. She was my best-friend and lover for nearly eighteen years." I answered, carefully. "Dad, mom's been seeing someone for about a month. I don't think it's gotten serious yet -- she's still having problems and didn't even let me hug her much. He's been a good friend since you left her, but lately he's being more." "Now, Ty..." "Dad, she thinks it could get serious, but is unsure if she's ready. Don't you get it? She still blames herself and thinks you still are mad about what happened. I think that's why she was asking about whether you were with someone. I know she still loves you. That's why she's having second thoughts about this guy. If you still love her, you're running out of time to make things right." He started to cry. I hugged my son, feeling horrible about what him and his sister have had to endure the last half year. "Ty, I know you want us to get back together and be like it was, but life doesn't work like that. Me loving your mom isn't enough. I'm not sure she still loves me. It sounds like she's trying to move on, and maybe I need to do the same. I'm sorry, but things don't happen like we want -- believe me." "Just try Dad, convince her you don't hate her and it wasn't her fault. Promise me." I sighed. "If she will agree to meet with me, I promise I will try." At that point, I had no confidence that our talk would happen in the near future, so it was a hollow promise. However, it did calm my son enough to smile at me and go to bed. I had a restless sleep that night, my mind going over the events of the last six months over and over. I still could only speculate why Patty showed up at my work out of nowhere to give me head, but it was clear why she felt it was a mistake. What she did was cheat on her new boyfriend with me. Even though it shouldn't matter, it bugged me that I didn't know how serious it was. Did that mean they haven't started sleeping together yet, or that he hadn't proposed yet? The guy had been around for months when all she really had were her parents -- last I heard from Heather, Patty ignored her as well -- so enough foundation of a relationship could have been set to move things along quickly. I probably should mention, since exchanging numbers, Candace and I had been small talking by text -- a little flirty but nothing too forward. I didn't mention my ex-wife was in town, instead used her as a distraction. I upped the volume of texts at work the day Reese was spending the evening with Patty because I really needed the distraction. Candace still hadn't had time to take a break with me, taking whatever breaks she could dealing with being short-staff due to a flu going around the nurses. When I said I upped the volume, I meant, as soon as I received a reply text from her -- between 30-60 minutes after I sent my last one, I immediately replied and waited for her reply. At one point, Candace texted: *Sorry so long to get back. Crazy here. Off Saturday for sure. Any thoughts on plans?* I replied: *Maybe nice dinner somewhere. Quiet place we can talk?* That time she replied right away: *Lol. How about my place I order pizza you bring beer and a toothbrush. Your kids are older and can be alone all night right?* I wanted to get back on the saddle, but not jump right into bed. I replied: *Tempting but I do want to get to know you a bit first. New getting back into dating.* I didn't get a reply for a few hours later, almost three in the afternoon. It said, *Carl, I'm sorry I wasn't clearer. I like you and definitely am attracted to you, but I'm not looking for a relationship where you clearly are. I wanted to have fun and have no strings sex. I still do want that with you and if you are okay with that let me know. Otherwise, take care.* I rolled my eyes. How I changed. At the time when I met Patty, I would've loved to meet a woman like Candace. I knew the physical wasn't enough for me anymore. I needed the emotional connection, otherwise, I might was well go back to picking up one-night-stands in bars. I didn't reply to Candace, which gave the her my answer. We went right back to how things were before -- except it was evident she was no longer flirting. I went home, halfway across town to pick Reese up before I remembered Patty was taking her for the evening. I pulled up to my house thinking it had been such a long week -- and it was only Thursday. I was looking forward to an evening alone with my son, though at supper Ty asked to borrow the car so he could go to a movie with friends. Of course, I couldn't say no. Instead of father-son bonding, I moped around the house feeling sorry for how lonely and pathetic I'd become. I was once Coach Carl, with his beautiful wife and no shortage of friends to hang out with on weekends, and was now divorced Carl who couldn't accept a sure thing hook-up with a beautiful nurse with big tits. I thought of Patty, and how her life went to hell, but now she's happily moving on. Why couldn't I? Easy answer: I still wasn't over her even though she was over me. Ty was still out with his friends when a jeep dropped off Reese around nine. I looked out and it looked like my ex-wife rented it for her visit. I couldn't clearly make out Patty's face, but I could make out Reese's when she jumped out and headed inside. My daughter was crying. I opened the door and she said abruptly, "Don't want to talk about it," walking right past me to her room, where she slammed her door. Immediately after, I received a text from a number I didn't recognize: *Carl. It's Patty. We should talk.* I saw the jeep was still in the driveway. I replied: *Sure, come in.* Her response was, *No. Alone. Follow me back to my hotel?* I shook my head. Did she see a garage? Obviously my car was gone. *Ty has my car. He'll be back probably in hour or so. Where are you staying?* I looked out and Patty also seemed to look a little frustrated, shaking her head and gesturing with her one arm. She replied, *K. I can drive and you can cab home?* I sighed and typed, *Fine. Give me a second.* "Reese, sweetie, I'm going to go have a talk with your mother. Ty should be back before too long. You know when to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay? I love you," I called out through my daughter's door as I texted her older brother to let him know where I was going. I headed out and, as I approached the jeep, I noticed Patty clenching the steering wheel tightly and deliberately looking straight ahead not even glancing at me. I opened the passenger door, without her even turning her head. "Look, if this is too hard, I can take tomorrow off and meet somewhere." "No, we *need* to talk tonight. Just not here," Patty said in a soft voice and started backing up as soon as I shut the passenger door. I got her hint and didn't say a word as she drove. I was surprised when we arrived at a motel that was right across the street from where I worked. It wasn't a dive place, but definitely not up to her usual standards. Obviously, she picked it for its location, but for what purpose? Spy on me? As she opened the door to her room, Patty said coldly, "Don't get any ideas." My mouth was opening to say, "That's rich coming from you who had my cock in your mouth before I could say hello," luckily my brain stopped it. The décor was about thirty years out of date, but other than that, her room was nice. A king-sized bed with a couch right by the table. I imagine for that place, it was their honeymoon suite. I sat on the couch and Patty sat on the edge of the bed. She was wearing frayed tight jeans and a light blouse. Her make-up probably looked amazing, but had ran a bit from her crying. I assume for the same reason Reese was crying -- or because Reese was crying. "Okay, talk. I promise to listen this time," I said calmly. "You were right. All of this was my fault and I no longer blame you for hating me now," Patty said in a low calm voice, looking down at the floor. "No, I was wrong. Completely wrong. I was angry with you because I jumped to conclusions and blamed you for things that clearly weren't your fault. I should've known better -- I knew you better to think that. I was hoping to apologize in person," I started. "You said you'd let me finish," Patty said forcefully, "Let me finish, please. This is so fucking hard for me. I can't if you interrupt or else you might as well just go." I didn't respond, I just held out my hands in an 'I surrender' gesture. "What happened with me and Brayden only happened because of me. I caused it." Tears started running down her cheek. "We were settling into middle-age, fuck I was starting to get a few gray hairs. I was starting to feel old and didn't feel sexy anymore. Things were good between us, but it felt like we were going through the motions. You flirted with and complimented me because that's what you always did -- not because I deserved it." I opened my mouth to disagree with her, but remembered to not interrupt. Also, I was having a funny feeling about what she was trying to say. "Enter Brayden Garde, the charismatic divorced dad that all the other hockey moms were swooning over -- especially the few younger single ones, and he only paid attention to me, not them. At first, I thought it was just because our daughters were such good friends, but I soon figured out it was different. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who noticed Braden acting differently around me when you weren't around. He was flirting, and not 'just being friendly' flirting, but 'he wanted me' flirting. I'm so sorry, Carl, but him making those comments, lightly touching my arm or hand. It was subtle, but I enjoyed it. It made me feel sexy to be wanted. I figured, he had to know there was no way in hell that I'd cheat, so I did nothing to dissuade him. Sure, I'd make comments like, 'I'm very happily married,' or 'I'd never cheat on my husband,' but I never said stop. I liked the attention, and he knew it." Working around mostly females for a while, I admit I was flirted with as well -- like how things started Candace. When I was married, I knew nothing would ever come of it, so I flirted a little back. If I knew that was happening with Brayden, I wouldn't have been upset other than giving the asshole a reminder she was with me. "After a while, I was so used to his flirting when you weren't around, I actually flirted back a bit. Nothing would ever happen, so it was harmless. Harmless until I invited him over at a bar, and flirted and drank with a man that I knew wanted to have sex with me. If I had acted appropriately for a married woman, Brayden Garde never would've had the opportunity to drug me. I never willingly cheated on you Carl, but I don't think I can say I was faithful. I apologized to both our children for wrecking our family and now I'm apologizing to you. I'm so sorry" She completely broke down crying, wiping at her cheeks with her hand. I got up and went into the bathroom and grabbed a face towel, and handed it too her. She took it and wiped her face. I went to touch her shoulder, and she flinched, so I just went back to the couch. "Brayden did this to you. Nothing you did justified what he did to you. Patty, I need to apologize for not understanding or listening when you were ready to talk. I don't hate you, I never did. I jumped to conclusions and said awful things I really wish I could take back." "Of course you thought I was fucking him," Patty howled, "A bunch of people already thought we were fucking before the video came out. I let that happen." I was silent for a moment, letting her cry, and not knowing what to do. Finally, Patty said, "Are you *really* not dating anyone? Both our kids say you've been single." "Really not dating? You think I'm so pathetic that I can't just be happy with my hand for a few months?" I said at an attempt at a joke. "Dad helped me hire an investigator. I was worried about the kids and needed to be certain you already moved on -- like he said. That's how I knew where you worked and about Reese's daycare. The PI was certain that you were having a sexual relationship with someone from work. Short brunette with lots of tattoos." "Aimee? She's one of my team, based out of Quance Memorial like me. You know I hate meeting in my messy office. We have lunch meetings and stuff, but nothing remotely romantic between the two of us." I shook my head. "Is that why you're staying here? Hoped to catch me red-handed kissing in the cafeteria? What the fuck difference would it make? You shut me completely out of your life, remember?" "So I wouldn't feel so fucking guilty moving on with Brad because I didn't ruin you," Patty blurted out and began sobbing again. "But I guess I did. I ruined everything and you'll never forgive me and always hate me like Brad said." "That's why the talk with the kids. Here I thought it was to reconnect. Really, it's to get everyone's blessing about you and your new man," I said coldly. "No, not exactly. I missed my babies, but I couldn't," Patty shook her head and wiped her eyes, "I finally felt at a place to reach out to all of you. Being with Brad and thinking you also found someone was part of that." "If I knew the truth from the start, you never would've need a Brad, you'd have had me," I said coldly. "No, you'd still resent me. My counselor explained psychologically men never recover from someone else being with their woman whether it was consensual or not. Telling you would've just made things worse. And it did, remember when we talked at the house, you reacted just how I was warned you would." I rolled my eyes not even wanting to argue. "So, I take it Bob and Mary know this? About Brad? Does your counselor or therapist or whatever approve of him?" She nodded. "He's a cousin of Mark Berdly, one of their old friends." I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. So, maybe I never did earn my in-law's friendship and respect after all. Not only did they keep me in the dark about my wife's assault, but now found her the type of guy they wished I'd been. I knew their friends; ol' Brad would be old money. "If you knew the truth, you'd still have hated me for causing this. And you probably would've killed Brayden and be in jail right now." "For fucks sake Patty, quit saying that. No, no, I never hated you. I was heartbroken thinking you had an affair, and humiliated about how it came out, but never hated you. I wouldn't have been mad about the flirting -- disappointed you did it behind my back but not upset. And I would've done nothing to stop that asshole getting locked up so he can get fucked every night in the showers by some guy named Bubba. Fuck, Patty, after all our time together, did you really have that little faith in me? That's what this is. Not victim's guilt, but no confidence in me, you husband of almost twenty years, being able to help you? So you shut me out of your life?" "Brad said it was the best for me to do," Patty sobbed, "I needed to not discuss what had happened and avoid all of you until I was ready." "Why the fuck would your new man know what's best for you and your family? Wouldn't that be up to your counselor to say?" "Brad was my counselor -- up until a month ago." My mind nearly imploded. Patty's parents got her into counseling right after the video came out. Now, he just happen to be related to a close family friend. And he's who convinced Patty to ignore her children -- and me -- at least until I was going to file for divorce, under false pretenses because I didn't know what happened. The reason for that is he convinced Patty to not tell me the truth. I took a deep breath and was careful with my words. "When I came over to your parents, Brad and them didn't know you were going to tell me everything, did they?" Patty shook her head. "I should've listened to them, but I was just thinking I couldn't lose you and maybe I could save us. I was told it was too late and you already hated me and I needed to think about myself and not cling to hopes of my marriage. They thought I was just going to push for primary custody and tell you the video was the only time I cheated. They were right, you'd never believe me." Things were starting to make a bit more sense to me. "Patty, in my office. Why did you do that? You don't love me anymore, was that just some pity-head before I lost you for good?" Her lip quivered. "I don't know. I saw you, and was thinking about how good we used to be. I remembered the flowers, which was so sweet, and just thanked you like I always did for flowers. I knew it was wrong as soon as I started, but I just went with it. I wasn't thinking about what happened between us, only how much I liked sucking your cock and wanted it in me. I lost control and wasn't thinking with my head until you started talking to me and I remembered we weren't together. But, when I tell Brad, he's going to be so mad and yell at me again. He warned me not to come here. Like everything, I just fuck everything up." She began crying again. "Patty, you said Brad was your counselor until a month ago. I take it that's when you too started sleeping together." The last two words felt vile coming out my mouth. "I'm not ready for that. I can barely be hugged, but Brad understands. We go on dates and spend a lot of time together mostly talking. He's been so patient and I reward him by cheating again." I knelt down on the floor to look her in the eye. She recoiled a bit, but didn't look away. "Patty, you did not cheat on me. Fine, you flirted. So have I, from time to time. I forgive you for that and definitely do not hate you. Since you stopped seeing Brad as a counselor, have you been seeing anyone else for help?" "No, Brad looks after me still. We just don't do the official thing." I felt uneasy in my stomach as blood rushed to my head. I could feel my anger picking up, and definitely didn't want to take anything out on her. It wasn't her that I wanted to strangle with my bare hands at that moment. "Patty, you are hurting right now. Will you please come with me, and I'll get someone to help you?" "Brad warned me that you might find someone to manipulate me. I don't think I should, he wouldn't like it." I had tears in my eyes. "Patty, I love you. I've loved you since we first made love. I would never willingly hurt you, please believe me. You know me better than Brad or even your parents. I can't take seeing you in pain and think I can find someone who can help you tonight. Please, for the kids." Patty nodded and stood up. I quickly texted Aimee, who would be still in until midnight. I told her to have whichever psychiatrist was on duty to meet me at the front doors to greet my wife, and that I needed a quick word in private first. Patty didn't make a fuss when I grabbed her cellphone and switched it off. She even took my hand as I walked her across the street. Once we were on hospital grounds, she said, "You really still love me after what I did, don't you? I thought the kids just wanted to get us together, Brad said..." I interrupted, "Patty, never mind about Brad. This is about you. We'll get you some help, okay?" When we approached the front door, I saw a middle-aged woman in a doctor's coat that I recognized, but couldn't recall her name. Beside her was Marv, one of the orderlies with a wheelchair. Patty figured the chair was for her and started to pull back. "Honey, I'm not leaving you here. I'll stay as long as you want me too. I just need a second to check you in, okay?" I said. The lady smiled, "Hi, you're Carl's friend? I'm Dr. Alison Masqa and this is Marv. He's just going to take you to my office where we can talk." "Can my husband stay with me?" Patty asked. Dr. Masqa smiled even brighter. "Of course, we just need to clear a few things and will be right there. Marv, you can even hold the elevator for us." Reluctantly, Patty got into the chair and Marv wheeled her away. Dr. Masqa frowned at me. "Carl, I assume this is your ex-wife from the video that prompted your move?" "Yes, look I'm really worried about her," I said lowering my voice, "On the advice of her counselor, who is a friend of my in-laws, she and her family hid the fact she was being sexually assaulted in that video from me and our kids. He also convinced her to have absolutely no contact with us, until I was ready to divorce her -- and still hid the fact she was assaulted. He now said it's okay for her to talk to her kids, but only to tell us that the two of them are now romantically involved -- but unofficially he's still his counselor." Dr. Masqa looked shocked. "What? If that's true, do you know how unethical and illegal that is?" "Just a bit, that's why I brought her here. If that asshole took advantage of her when she was in a real vulnerable position to get her for himself, I want his career over and his life ruined." "You said her parents also hid everything from you?" I shrugged. "They love their daughter, but I guess not me so much. Probably think they were helping her after the scandal broke. Can you help her?" Dr. Masqa shook her head. "I don't know, but I will make sure an investigation will be done. This could be a long night and her asking for you to stay as 'her husband' is significant." I understood and texted Ty explaining that I needed to stay with his mother and would explain more later, but they were probably on their own in the morning. Ty responded with a thumbs up, and I hoped he didn't assume Patty and I were 'spending the night together.' There I was, sitting on a couch beside my ex-wife, while she clutched my hand so tightly it almost hurt. She told Alison everything -- as she insisted we both call her -- from the flirting with Brayden to the point where Brad, during a therapy session, kissed her, professed his love, and revealed that he bought them tickets for a three-week romantic cruise. That's what the getting serious that my son mentioned was. It turned out, it just wasn't her family that Brad talked Patty into avoiding, also all our friends -- including Heather, who's been her friend forever. He made sure all Patty had in her life was him and her parents while she tried to recover from what Brayden did to her. Apparently, Brad was really against Patty coming to Arizona without him. Her parents convinced him to trust her. I squirmed a bit when Patty confessed to cheating on Brad, by giving me a blowjob in my office. "Now, Patricia, were there any discussions about being in an inclusive relationship with Brad?" Alison asked immediately after, "You said you too just started really dating and haven't even been intimate besides kissing." "That was my fault, just the thought of being touched that way was too upsetting," Patty said crying. She cried almost the entire time. "Brad was so patient, trying to convince me it would be a good release for me, but I froze whenever he tried. I thought getting some closure on my relationship with Carl would help. Brad said it's my guilt for making him hate me that..." "Patricia, I'm going to stop you there," Alison said in a kind, but firm voice, "A woman never has to feel guilty for not wanting intimate contact with someone. And, I'm sorry, but I disagree completely with what Brad told you. You were violated in a very public and humiliating way, and haven't fully dealt with that. Certain physical contact is triggering you back to that occurrence, and is quite common with sexual assault victims. You feeling that way definitely has nothing to do with your relationship with your ex-husband. In fact, I think despite someone trying very hard to convince you otherwise, you miss him very much and actually feel comforted by intimate contact with him. That's why you insisted he be here and hold your hand. I believe that's also why your immediate response to the flowers after not seeing him for months was to -- ah -- thank him like you used to during all your years together." "Brad said..." Patty started shaking her head. Alison silenced her by gently touching her hand. "Patricia, please think. Did keeping Carl in the dark about your assault, and shutting your family out of your life make you feel any better? The only thing it did was end your marriage and made you available for Brad to pursue." "Brad loves me. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me." "Brad did what he did not to hurt you, but to isolate you so all you had was him. And you'd think he was all you needed, not Carl, not your kids, not even any of your friends. Just him." Alison looked at Patty with the same sympathetic look I received from people after the video came out. "No, no. I ended my marriage; it was my fault, not Brad. I made Carl hate me." Patty shook her head vigorously and let go of my hand. "Patricia, try to relax and think carefully," Alison said in almost a nurturing voice, "Has Carl ever told you that he hates you -- even out of anger? No? Has anyone told you that Carl hates you, or told you that they heard Carl say that he hates you?" Patty's lip quivered as she nodded. "Brad." As soon as she got the word out, she turned and hugged me tightly. It was the first time I've hugged her since the night before I saw the video, but it felt so natural. I could feel her tears on her shoulder. Alison got up and left the room for a moment and we just remained silently hugging each other until she returned with a folder. "Patricia, I have a private practice and would happily take you on as a client. Please call my office tomorrow to book regular sessions. I also strongly recommend family counseling -- I'll pass on some suggested counselors to Carl. Now, I'm releasing you into the care of Carl and the police in Winfield have already been notified." "Police?" Patty stood up, looking scared. "It's okay, dear. I am sure my recording of this session will be enough evidence, I'll just need your signature here to release confidentiality to authorities. Just go be with your family -- your real family." Patty was crying, apologizing the entire walk back to the motel. She asked if she should call her parents or Brad, but I told her it would be best to wait. After what Brayden put her through, to think someone she trusted to help her manipulated her like that -- while her parents stood by and let it happen -- made me sick. I said after a big yawn, "Let's go back to the kids, okay? We could both use some sleep. I'll take the couch." Patty shook her head. "No, I can't. I let him take them from me, didn't I. I pushed them away." She began to cry. "Reese called me a home-wrecker tonight and said that she didn't want to see me again." I guess that was my daughter's reaction to learning about Brad. As I feared, she really did get her hopes up about us getting back together. "Reese was just upset because she wanted her family back together. She didn't mean it. Unfortunately, she has my temper. It will be fine; let's go home." Patty had her arms wrapped around herself, almost like she was hugging herself and looked anxious. "Please, Carl, not yet. Tomorrow, okay?" I frowned and nodded. "Okay, I better call a cab then." "No, don't leave me. She promised you'd care for me." Patty grabbed me in another hug crying, so I agreed to spend the night. I figured the couch in her room was a hide-a-bed, though probably less comfortable than the couch at my home. I pulled out the bed, and I was right about it being less comfortable than the couch in the townhouse. I could feel a metal rod and springs pushing through the mattress. Patty just sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed, looking almost lost. I couldn't imagine how hard that night was for her. I undressed to my boxers and climbed into bed. Patty still wasn't moving. "Good night, Patricia Dawn, get some sleep and we'll deal with things tomorrow, okay?" Using her first and middle name got her attention. Patty smiled, nodded and turned out the light. I closed my eyes and heard her washing her face and then changing in the bathroom. I think I feel asleep, emotionally exhausted, right after she crawled into bed. Whatever dream I was having, it wasn't good, because when I was shaken awake, my heart was racing and I flinched like I was about to be punched. Patty let out a shriek, and knocked something off the table. I heard her then climb out of bed. "Sorry, you scared me," Patty said apologetic, and then lightly touched my arm again, "Carl, I can't sleep alone. Please sleep with me. I need you. Please." Is this the part where I kiss her right there, carry her to the bed and have an unbelievable fuck fest to make up for the six months since we each got laid? No. I knew that wasn't what she meant by needing me, and I was too tired and frustrated to be in the mood. Patty was wearing just a skimpy pair of panties and a light tank top. As soon as I climbed under the covers, she draped her arm and one leg across me and snuggled tightly against me with her head right by my shoulder. It was eerily just like how she held me the last time we shared a bed as husband and wife. It then hit me that it wasn't strange at all. What I thought was guilt then, was Patty hurt and needing comforting, just like now. I let my bias from thinking she was cheating on me to interpret it different from what it really was. "I missed you so much, you know. The last six months were hell for me," Patty sobbed. I thought, 'for me too,' but knew better than to say it. I held her back, lightly rubbing her lower back, comfortingly. "It's okay, I'm here." "I love you so much, you are my everything. That's why I let him do that to me at the arena. I was so scared I'd lose you if he told you what we did." I could feel her tears on my shoulder, running down into my armpit. "I know Patty, just go to sleep." "I'm so sorry, I never wanted you hurt. It killed me to know how bad you felt. I never want anything like that to happen to you again. I love you too much, even if you don't love me anymore. I don't love Brad; I was just too scared to be alone. Die alone. I'm so sorry for ruining everything. I'd do anything to fix it, but I know I can't. My poor babies, I abandoned my babies." "In the morning, just sleep," I murmured, and then kissed her forehead and said, "I love you and really missed you too." I woke up on my side spooning Patty with my hand right on her breast. It had been a while since I touched any woman that intimately, long enough that I felt myself getting hard immediately. Considering where things were with our relationship, I felt that was inappropriate and started to remove my hand, while adjusting so my growing erection wasn't poking Patty's ass cheek. Patty quickly covered my hand with hers and held it on her breast and even moved it around. She didn't have to twist my arm, I began gently fondling her through her tank top, noticing her nipple was fully erect. Patty released my hand and then reached under the covers and wiggled a bit. My hand that was stuck between us felt that she'd pulled her panties down. Again, I got the hint and pulled the waistband of my boxers down enough to free my now fully erect cock. I gently pushed her top leg forward slightly, and then grabbed her hand that was resting on her hip. I guided it so her fingers touched my bare cock. While I wasn't about to say, "do I have your permission to penetrate you?" I did want her clear consent because of everything that happened to her. Patty wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroked it softly a couple of times and then guided it inside her pussy as she moved back against me. There were no words between us, just our breathing as we both moved against each other in spoon position. I held her hips as I thrusted at a moderate pace, amazed at how tight she felt. I couldn't remember her ever being like that. It felt so good, it didn't take long until I was close. I tried to slow down, but Patty kept grinding against me with her hips and I came in her with a loud grunt. I felt bad for not lasting long, and was about to release my grip on her hip to pull out, when Patty grabbed my hand and pulled it down to her groin. Without her saying a word, I knew what she wanted. I kept moving my spent cock in her, while my hand rubbed her clit through her dark curls. Surprisingly, it didn't take long until I felt her orgasming with a grunt then a gasp. She released my hand, and shifted so I slipped out of her. Still not saying a word, she climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom like what we did was no big deal. I debated on joining her when I heard the shower running, but figured that was pushing it. I knew what just happened would complicate things, though I hoped in a good way. I wanted my wife back and hoped she felt the same way. I also wanted five minutes with that Brad alone, but it was probably for the best that probably wasn't going to happen. Patty came out of the bathroom naked, and I couldn't help but ogle her. She'd lost a bit of weight, but her small breasts still showed little sign of sagging. Her legs and tummy, which attracted me to her all those years ago were still toned as ever. I missed her long brown locks, but had to admit her shorter hair did suit her face with those stunning eyes and full lips. She frowned, and initially I thought it was because I was staring at her. Of course, she began to cry again. "I missed my flight home. They're going to be so mad. Where's my phone, I need to apologize." I stood up and gently held her by her upper arms. "Patty, you're staying here for now so you can get help from Alison, remember? We discussed this last night. I can let your parents know, but you're having no contact with Brad." She stopped answering her old cell when I tried to contact her, so I figured it would be no issue to stop her from answering her new one. "Please can I call them now? They're probably worried." She had her really anxious look again. "We'll call them on my phone, okay?" As she threw some clothes on, I pulled out my phone and called Bob. He answered on the second ring. "Hi, Carl. Did you see Patricia last night? Did she make her flight?" "Hello Bob," I said coldly, "No, in fact your daughter is here. After her having a nervous breakdown last night, I took her to a co-worker for help who insisted she remain in my care for now to continue treatments for the next while." "What did you do to her?" Bob snapped, "You think I'm going to let you upset her again? You don't know what's best for her." "Oh, and you getting your family friend to 'help,' while shutting her away from her family was best for her." I raised my voice and regretted it. I could see Patty was getting more upset. "You took her kids away to there, not us. At least my family friend is an experienced counselor, better than whatever quack you sent her too." I spoke calmly, "Yes, a family friend you'd rather have as a son-in-law, right? So you just let him weasel his way in and convince her to date him." "You're just letting your anger against my daughter make you paranoid again, like the affair you accused her of. There's no way," Bob stopped, probably because he heard I switched my phone to speaker. "Patricia, are you there?" "Carl's telling the truth, Daddy," Patty said wiping her eyes, "Brad kissed me a month ago and told me he loved me. He told me you knew and already gave your blessing. We're supposed to go on a long cruise together next month and then announce our relationship to everyone." Bob was silent for a moment. "That's why he was worried about you going there alone. You told Carl and the kids about him, didn't you? I had no idea. I just wanted him to help you - I heard he was the best. I definitely wouldn't give my blessing for a therapist to seduce my daughter. He was supposed to be helping her as a favor to a family friend." I felt a little better Bob didn't intentionally let another man manipulate my wife away from her family, but still had a lot of resentment for standing by and letting us fall apart. "A statement has already been given by Patty, and authorities are looking into things. For your daughter's sake, please don't tell him anything other than Patty decided to spend more time with her children. I don't want that bastard to have any opportunity to do any more damage." "What do you mean more damage?" Bob asked sincerely, not rhetorical. "The psychiatrist who now will be helping Patricia strongly believes Brad deliberately worked on isolating her rather than dealing with what happened to her. He convinced her I was to blame, not Brayden, for her reluctance to physical contact. He also kept her thinking everything was her fault and I'd never forgive her for that. Basically, letting her continue to suffer as long as he had the opportunity to get in her pants." "Patricia, I'm so sorry, I had no idea and of course, we support you being with Carl -- if that's what you want. I hope you're all right with being there with his current relationship situation." I almost forgot about the investigator. "Yeah, Bob, another thing, I'd get a refund from whoever you hired to look into us. My meeting with members of my team would hardly look like dating." Bob was silent again, and of course, I should've known why. "Brad hired the PI didn't he?" "No, I hired him -- at least paid -- he was a friend of Brad's and did it as a personal favor. Brad told me that Patricia wouldn't want to see the results, but you were seeing someone and having sex under the same roof as your children." His tone changed defensively. "I didn't fault you for that, I mean it had been half a year, but it was to convince Patty to accept your marriage was over. I truly didn't know the reason why it was important -- I trusted him to be helping my only child and went along with whatever he felt was best." "That should've been my job, not Brad's. You should've trusted me. You should've known damn well if I knew the truth, there's no way I would've left Patty. I would've been with her right through this -- as well as Reese and Ty. I'll talk to you later to make arrangements for Patty to move here long term, bye." "Is that true? Even knowing what I did, you wouldn't have left me?" Patty said softly. I turned to her and looked right into those beautiful eyes. "Patricia, I would've been upset about the flirting -- more at him than you -- but, never would've considered ending our marriage over it. Now I do know the whole truth, my first concern is you -- getting you the help you need and making sure that bastard can't mess with you ever again. My second concern is fixing our relationship, so we can be man and wife again -- if you will have me." I expected more crying, but instead she had that little mischievous smirk that I hadn't seen in over half a year. "Help me pack and check out, Carl? We'll have to return the rental, but then I want to go home to our kids." It was a busy day of running around and phone calls, but also Patty and I reconnecting. Besides the obvious trauma she was still dealing with, it was evident that the spark was still there. Once we stopped talking about us, and just talking in general was when we felt like ourselves again -- that humor and wit that drew us together in the first place. It's also when I realized the most how much I had missed my best friend. I didn't say too much to the kids, and timed grabbing Reese from the center so Ty and her would be surprised to see their mother at our house at the same time. Words can't describe the joy and tears on both my children's faces when they realized Patty was staying with us -- and sharing my bedroom. They understood that everything wasn't fixed, and there definitely would be some challenges for all of us. Of course, Reese pretended the best thing about everything was she could stay home with her mom and not go to the center during school hours. The important thing was the four of us were together again. \* All of Patricia's belongings were shipped -- including all our wedding photos and other couples keepsakes -- to us, as we decided to make her moving in permanent. Couples counseling ended up being only a few months, really just giving us some tools to move forward. Communicating was a huge thing. As well, we established clear boundaries of what each other thought was appropriate behavior with another person. Flirting was okay for both of us, as long as it didn't get suggestive or touching was involved. We practiced on each other to show which was crossing a line. The therapy with Alison went longer, though three weeks with her absolutely eclipsed what six months with Brad had done. I fully expected and was willing to accept Patty would still have her aversion to physical -- especially sexual contact. However, the opposite occurred. She was more cuddly and amorous then she's ever been since we had kids -- which, unfortunately, I'm sure the kids could tell. Since we were really focusing on communicating, I asked whether she was trying to make up for what happened between us -- that is, still blaming herself. Patty told me that wasn't the case at all. After feeling so insecure while Brad was isolating her, Patty claimed she felt the most secure when feeling physical love from me -- that's the reason behind the blowjob and sex in the motel room. She also said her libido was through the roof since she started having regular sex again. With all that Patty went through, someone at work directed us to a lawyer. From the school district, to the mental therapy office that Brad worked at, we had a few potential lawsuits. I wasn't expecting really big bucks, but hopefully enough to pay for the kids' college and some nice vacations together. Going after the school district was more principle than money, and they did admit that they were wrong in firing Patty and reinstated her license. With the black mark off her record, she was able to find a teaching job in our new city. Patty was absolutely glowing when she showed off her new classroom. Speaking of classrooms, while Patty was shut away from the children, she didn't know about Reese not being allowed to finish grade eight until her father explained the results from the PI investigation. Shortly after moving in with us, she went to the local school district and proposed she home-school Reese to catch her up, and let her take the departmental exams to verify she passed. Whereas the spotlight shone brightly on us for the Freddy Finger video scandal, there hardly any press for psychologist Dr. Brad Sunden pleading guilty and sentenced a year for abusing his position to try and court my wife. Patricia wasn't mentioned by name at all. If he succeeded in his attempts to have sex with her, it probably would've been four or five. I was initially upset at the short length, considering he'd be out in less than a year. However, he lost his therapist's license for life and basically blackballed in the community -- Bob had a bit of influence, so I settled for that. All in all, we managed to find a bit of normalcy after our lives went into the blender. We still hear the odd mention of the Freddy Finger video when people find out we're from Winfield. No one ever suspects it was Patty, so it doesn't even faze us anymore. I still occasionally look at my wife and regret the time I lost from her, and am in awe of how she handled everything. Essentially, she was assaulted twice in a row by men that she trusted. The strength she had to recover from that -- especially when one happened while she still was suffering from the first occurrence essentially alone -- astounds me. There are times when I think what would've happened if I never found out about Brad, before it was too late, and shudder. My life would not be the same without her. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The actual events for the curious: In 2014, somewhere in the central US, a therapist was arrested for having sex with a patient he was counseling after a sexual assault. The patient was married with children, and the therapist convinced her to essentially abandon her family and stay with him as the best way to recover from what happened to her. The husband was who reported the therapist, but I couldn't find information whether the patient reconciled with him. In 2018, a Canadian college student in her final year of her education program went out to a bar with female classmates (yes, the dreaded girls' night out) and ended up having a drink with a mutual male friend of her and her boyfriend. Her classmates trusted the male friend to take her home to her boyfriend. The male friend took her to his apartment instead and fucked her while she was barely conscious and posted videos to Snapchat. The girl was of course drugged and raped, but everyone including her boyfriend assumed she was cheating. When a screen shot of her naked from the video ended up being leaked online, the school where she was doing her final teacher internship refused to let her continue. She was kicked out of the program for moral conduct unbecoming a teacher even though the guy was charged with raping her and filming her without her consent. At least it didn't go viral like Freddy Fingers, but the poor girl never returned to college, though still lives in town. A lot of people at the college know the story, but it didn't get any real media coverage -- as it normally is with most sexual assaults on campus. (The girl posted her story to a college confessions site on Facebook, so I don't think she'll mind it here).

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Title: Freshman Orientations Tags: college, young, students, sex education, demonstration, freshmen, school, dorm room, voyeurism, exhibitionism When I started my senior year of college, the excitement started to set in. I was in the final stretch, before I'd finally go out into the world and make my mark. I felt just like one of the incoming freshmen all over again, with a whole new world laid out before me, full of infinite possibilities. Given this sense of my final year feeling a bit like my first, I started to enjoy watching the new students and observing their mixture of anxiety and enthusiasm. This was easy to do, given that I lived in a large dorm with the first two floors dedicated to freshmen, and the upper floors filled with a mix of upperclassmen. The freshman girls were of special interest to me. They were on their own for the first time, ready to break free of their parents' control, hungry to experience life, and maybe even experiment a little bit. Their powerful, if hesitant, sexual curiosity was potent and visible. They tested the waters, sitting in the quad braless, knowing that they drew the stares of college guys secretly watching the free movement of their young boobs beneath tight-fitting t-shirts. Once in a while, I went down to the second floor lounge to work on my laptop, surrounded by young women full of questions about a class they wanted to take, or what clubs were worth joining. I enjoyed sharing with them my experiences over the last three years, and feeding their excitement. It was in that freshman lounge where I met Layla a year earlier. Layla was now a senior, like me, and had started mentoring the freshmen on the second floor during her junior year. As an RA, she lived on the second floor with them, offering all types of advice, organizing group activities, and generally helping them find their way through their first year of college. One afternoon, I happened to have just taken a seat in the lounge and poured myself a coffee from the communal coffee pot, when Layla walked in. "Oh, hey Sean!" she said, hurrying over. "Hey Layla! What's up?" I replied. "Not much..." she said, taking a seat with me. "Just helping everyone get oriented." I could tell something was on her mind, because she was fidgeting nervously. "Good. I remember how clueless I was back then." She stared at me blankly. I laughed and added, "What?" Layla started laughing. "Um... I dunno how to tell you this." "Just out with it," I said, becoming curious. "Err... okay. Here goes," she replied. Layla then proceeded to tell me the shocking events that had happened the evening before. \*\*\* Various students from Layla's floor had gathered in the large common room of her suite. One of the perks of being an RA was the chance to live in one of the spacious, corner suites on each floor. It often served double duty as a comfortable setting for weekly meetings, where anyone who wanted to could show up to ask general questions, as well as receive announcements about things going on around campus or related to academic affairs. Halfway through the meeting, Layla had reached an awkward item on her agenda. "Okay, next topic: sex," she said. The room filled with quiet giggles as young men and women exchanged looks and smirked at each other. "I know, I know, laugh all you want, but it's important," Layla chuckled. "I have to remind everyone that the health center is open and available as a resource any time any of you want to drop in and ask a question, meet with the nurse about any issues you're having, even... you know... pick up some free condoms." There were more giggles. "Let's not pretend that many of you aren't... um... making new friends on campus, so to speak," Layla continued, smirking at the red faces around the room. "Or maybe you want to, but are nervous and have a lot of questions first. And that's okay. The point is- they're there to help, so don't be afraid to stop in and have a chat. It sounds like most people are not doing that, so I've been asked to remind you." A room full of embarrassed students nodded at her. One of the guys raised his hand. Layla called on him. "Can they... uh... set me up with a study partner?" he asked with a smirk. There were laughs around the room. "A study partner?" asked Layla. "You know... someone that can give me some hands-on experience," he said, sarcastically. "Oh! Ha-ha, I get it," said Layla, rolling her eyes. "No, I'm quite sure they don't offer those services." She scanned her agenda, ready to move on. "But don't get me started about what RAs have done about that in the past..." she mumbled, not fully expecting anyone to hear. "Haha, what does that mean?" asked a girl next to her. "Huh? Oh... nothing. Just... in the past, there have been some 'hands-on' stuff going on in the dorms," Layla laughed. "I'm in!" said a boy across the room. "Me too!" said another. The girls laughed at them, as more students volunteered. "I'm sure you are..." said Layla. "Anyway, next topic." "Wait, wait!" said another girl. "You can't just say that and not tell us what happened!" The rest of the students began to beg Layla to explain. Layla sighed. "Okay... I'll tell you, but understand that the school doesn't exactly condone this. It just happens sometimes, and they kinda look the other way. But... basically, some of the RAs have, in the past, arranged a sort of session where the freshmen can witness a frank... um.. demonstration. About sex." Eyes opened wide around the room, and mouths dropped open. "Like, what kind of demonstration?" someone asked. "Erm, well... they've brought some upperclassmen to a floor meeting to," Layla paused for a moment, amused at how her students were all on the edge of their seats, "... to demonstrate how to practice safe sex together. And to, um, offer advice on techniques and stuff." The students lost it. There was nervous laughter, as they turned to their friends, covering their mouths, or chattering about what they'd just heard. "You mean they have sex in front of everyone?" said the girl next to Layla. "Yeah. A couple comes in, and engages in sexual intercourse, for educational purposes," Layla said, feeling somewhat embarrassed herself. "When do we get to see that?!" one of the boys exclaimed, prompting more uproar. "Wait, wait, wait, I'm just telling you what's happened before, I didn't say we're doing anything like that," replied Layla, trying to calm down the room of sexually curious and astonished students. "Why not?" several of them asked. Both boys and girls seemed increasingly interested, albeit many still fully embarrassed by the idea. "I dunno, it's just... as I said, you have a resource for th..." "Please!" begged some of the more vocal, and unashamed students. "You should set up something similar for us!" The room was quickly divided into the sheltered, awkward students that were either horrified or embarrassed to hear the suggestion, and the students who were turned on by the opportunity to watch a live sex demonstration in their own dorm. "Seriously? Are you guys really asking for this?" asked Layla, immediately feeling stupid for asking. "Yes!" was the response from numerous students. "Geez... okay... um. Let's take a vote. Majority rules. And even then, I'll have to think about it," said Layla. She put her hand in the air. "Raise your hand if you want to have an instructional sex ed event, held here." To Layla's surprise, virtually the entire room raised their hands. Even the shyest students, who initially seemed scandalized by the idea, sheepishly raised their hands halfway, revealing their interest in learning more about sex together, as a group. Seeing the overwhelming response from their peers, the crowd of students grew excited and chatted excitedly about how it might actually happen. "Oh, wow... okay..." said Layla, taken aback. "I guess you're basically all interested." She sighed, realizing what she might actually have to figure out. After a few moments, she added, "Okay. I'm going to think about it and see what I can do. No promises, but if you're all that interested, maybe something can be arranged." That sealed it. Layla fruitlessly tried to make it through the rest of her agenda, but all any of the students wanted to do was to talk to each other about how they'd get to see a young man and women from their dorm come to one of their meetings, remove all their clothing, reveal their naked bodies, and then proceed to have wild, hot sex together in front of everyone. The idea was thrilling and set their imaginations on fire. \*\*\* I gawked at Layla the entire time she narrated this event to me. When she finished, she gave me another blank stare, waiting for my reaction. "Wow," I simply said. "I'm kinda surprised, but also not really surprised." We both laughed. "So what are you going to do?" I asked. "Are you really going to set something like that up for them?" "Yeah, I think so. I'll keep it hush-hush, but I'm working on it." "Geez, okay. I'll bet you get a huge turnout," I said, smirking. "Me too! You know how freshmen are. They've just gotten to college and all they want to do is have sex. Or tell their friends they did, even if they didn't. But I'm going to make clear this week that they'll only be allowed to attend if they're on good behavior, and are willing to handle it maturely. I already have a handful of troublemakers I'm not sure I'm going to let attend. You know..." "Yeah, gotta make sure they're all comfortable and that things don't get out of hand. Do you have any idea who you're going to get to perform the demonstration? I can't imagine that will be easy..." "Erm... yeah, sorta... That's partly why I needed to vent to you..." Layla said, hesitantly. "Whoa. You're not... are you thinking about doing it?" "Heck no!" she said, laughing. "I could never do that!" I laughed, "Okay, whew. I didn't think so!- But wait, why did you need to vent to me abo-" Suddenly my heart skipped a beat. "Wait- you're not asking ME, are you?!" I blurted out. A handful of students in the room suddenly turned and looked at us, previously unable to hear what we were talking about. "Um... maybe?" Layla said with a nervous grin. "Seriously?!" I said. "You want-" It finally registered how loud I had become. I quieted down, whispering, "You're asking me to have sex with someone in your dorm room while a bunch of freshmen watch?" "Y-yes...?" she said. "Uhh... wow..." I replied, stunned. "I dunno..." "Please? I honestly don't know who else to ask. It's like... not the easiest thing to go around just asking people out of the blue to have instructional sex in front of people." "I don't know what to say," I said. Admittedly, I was turned on by the idea, but I was also terrified at the same time. Who knows how many freshmen would just be sitting there, watching me fuck someone. "I mean... who would I even do it with?" I asked. "I'm not sure yet. I'll have to find someone and figure that out. But, I mean, I'm offering you the possibility to fuck some cute girl, with no strings attached! Isn't that exciting?!" she grinned at me, hoping I'd take the bait. I laughed. "Sure, I mean, obviously on a certain level it is. But, you know... in front of a whole bunch of people?" "Why not? It'll be fun!" she nudged me repeatedly. "Oh man. You're not gonna let it go until I agree, I know it..." "Nope!" she said enthusiastically, realizing she might be getting somewhere with me. "Do I get a say in the selection of my partner?" "You can veto, but I nominate," she said. I sighed. "Fine. If it's someone that I approve of, I'll consider it." "Okay, I can work with that!" said Layla, relieved. And so it was decided. I was going to fuck some mystery girl in front of a bunch of horny college freshmen, and as the days went by it got no easier trying to wrap my mind around this. One of the things I brooded endless about was who Layla would propose I do it with. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, having just broken up with someone a couple weeks prior. The only girl I had dated since then, I hadn't talked to Layla about. I wracked my brain, trying to think of who she might choose, but I couldn't come up with more than distant speculation. What I hadn't realized was that Layla had taken to observing me closely. In the halls. On the quad. Whenever we crossed paths, she took an acute interest in who I might be interested in. I hadn't realized what she was doing, or how perceptive she really was, and so it came as a surprise when she finally made her selection. A couple days after she shared the shocking news with me, I happened to run into Layla on the edge of campus where a bunch of food trucks often lined up. They made a killing at meal times due to the student population, and both Layla and I frequented them. She joined me in line for fish tacos, and we caught up on the news of the day. At some point, I must have been distracted. In the distance, I saw Valeska approaching. I was gobsmacked every time I saw her. She was tall, with a medium-brown skin tone, long, dark hair, and deep, penetrating eyes. I had no idea what kind of exotic ethnic mix she was, but the mystery drove me crazy. I could barely talk to her without sounding goofy. I tried every now and then, but always came away from it thinking I made a fool of myself. She often caught my gaze, but I dismissed any possibility of mutual interest as a pipe dream. Now here she was again, looking as sexy as ever, in a summery top with the back fully open. "Are you listening?" said Layla. "Oh yeah, sorry," I had said, recovering. I should have realized that she knew where my attention had gone, but alas, I was not myself when Valeska was around. Days later, my phone started ringing. I answered, and Layla responded with a happy greeting. After some brief chit-chat, she got to the point. "So... I think I've decided who to ask. Someone I know you'll be happy with. I've asked around, and... um... I got the sense that she might be willing to do it if you're her partner. Which is great for you, cuz, you know... I dunno if you knew that. That she's interested in you." I could tell Layla was rambling nervously, anxious to persuade me to go ahead with it. "Wait, wait, back up," I said. "Who did you pick? It's someone I know?" "Someone you want to know. You're always staring at her." "Huh? Who??" I demanded. "That girl, Valeska, down the hall from you." The moment she said her name, my heart started racing. A million thoughts ran through my head. How did she know I liked Valeska? How did she find out that she liked me? How did I not come to know this earlier? Layla proceeded to tell me how she'd been observing me, and figured it out. "I wanted to pick someone you might have real chemistry with, at least. That way the sex is like, real. You know?" "... Yeah," I said, still stunned at what I was hearing. I didn't know what to say. I was still coming to terms with the idea. "So- can I ask her?" Layla said. I didn't answer. I barely heard her speaking anymore. "Well?" she added, getting nervous. "Oh, uh... okay..." I said. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. I began to worry that Layla would ask Valeska, and she would think I put her up to it, turn me down, and screw up a chance I only just learned I even had with the girl of my dreams. "Okay! That settles it. I hope. We'll have to see what she says." The following evening I was sitting at my desk in my dorm room, when there was a knock at my door. I got up, walked across the room, and opened it. There was Layla. Valeska was standing a little behind her, looking nervous. She gave me a slight smile when I appeared. I gulped. "Oh, hey," I said, bewildered. "Can we come in?" said Layla. "Sure-" I said, opened the door wide. Layla and Valeska entered, and then sat on the edge of my bed. I went back to my chair and rolled over to them. "What's up?" I asked, even though I knew what Layla was there to talk about. "So, I just wanted to get you two together, to ask you something. Sean already knows what it's about." "You mean, you haven't asked her yet?" I whispered to Layla, surprised. "Err, no. That's why I brought her here," said Layla. I grew more nervous. Valeska gave a nervous laugh. "What's going on?" she said, looking back and forth between the two of us. "Um... so, I was asking around," said Layla, turning to face Valeska. "And I found out from Rachel Tavares, and others, that you have a crush on Sean." Valeska started to turn red and glanced at me nervously. "Seriously? They told you that?" she whispered to Layla. "Yeah. It's true, right?" Valeska looked at me again, nervously, then said, "Um... well, geez, apparently everyone knows. So..." She seemed mildly frustrated. "I'm just gonna cut to the chase. You have the hots for Sean here, and I know he's totally got the hots for you. Neither of you are any good at hiding it. So, whatever. Now you know." She laughed. I smirked at Valeska. She smirked back. "Okay... good to know..." she said, still bewildered, but also clearly a little excited. "So, that gets me to the real reason you're here." "Which is?" said Valeska. "Well... I think the two of you should have sex." Valeska stared back at her, dumbfounded. "What?" she said, suddenly laughing. "Seriously. I'd like to two of you to have sex, cuz it would sorta help me out," said Layla, laughing as well. I couldn't help but laugh myself. "I'm really confused," said Valeska, smiling. Layla then narrated the whole story all over again, for her understanding. When she finished, we all sat there, silently. "Uhhh..." Valeska said finally, turning red. "So you're asking me and Sean to have sex together for the first time in a room full of strangers?" "I don't care if it's your first time or not, of course, but yeah. You know... Start with a little kissing maybe. Then some... uh... oral sex. Demonstrate how to use a condom. Penis inside vagina. Do your thing. Boom- done!" said Layla, summarizing what she was proposing, rather bluntly. Valeska and I exchanged frequent glances, neither one willing to speak first. I was wondering how she felt about the idea, and was sure she was wondering the same about me. It was a stalemate. I decided to speak up and break the silence with a question, without indicating any kind of agreement. "What if, uh, they had questions and such, during..." I tried to ask. "Oh, I can explain what's going on, of course. You two would just need to, you know, do the nasty," she said, smirking. There was silence again. I realized this didn't help get us anywhere. "So what do you say? Is it a yes?" Neither Valeska nor I moved. We continued to exchange anxious glances. In that moment, I couldn't think of anything but how badly I wanted her to say yes, and move on to fantasize about fucking her. My cock was throbbing in my pants just thinking about it. Layla grew nervous, then said, "Let me ask this. If there's a clear 'no' just say so." Neither Valeska nor I said no. We both continued to sit there, looking stunned. Layla continued, "Okay! Then we have a deal. I'll figure out the date, and let you know. Maybe next week if I can manage it. And I'll make sure you're both as comfortable as possible. I'll bring the condoms, lube, whatever else you might want, just let me know." She talked rapidly, clearly relieved to have sorted the whole thing out. Valeska and I sat there, terrified and wide-eyed, barely able to look at one another. "Um... okay..." she finally said, before glancing nervously at me. I surprised to hear Valeska say this. I wondered if she really meant it; if she was agreeing to the proposal. "Yeah... okay..." I added. "Great! Okay- I'll leave you two alone then..." Layla said, getting up. She scrambled out of the room as quickly as she could, as if afraid we'd change our minds. I got up and took Layla's seat beside Valeska. "So-" I said. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans. "Yeah..." said Valeska. "Uh... so... I didn't know you were interested in me," I said. "Likewise," she replied. We exchanged nervous smirks. I realized I was fumbling the conversation, so I did my best to try to make small talk. We each told each other a little bit about ourselves. I learned that Valeska was an art history major. She wanted to become a teacher. We were into the same kind of music and food. Finally I asked the question I had always wondered about. "What's your ethnicity, exactly?" "Oh, I get that a lot. My dad's family is from Russia. He was stationed in Hawai'i in the navy. That's how he met my mom, so I'm half Russian and half Hawaiian." "Oh, wow, I was totally perplexed." Valeska laughed. "Yeah, I could tell," she said, grinning. Without realizing it, I started gazing at her; beautiful, exotic, and apparently crushing on me. I snapped out of it when she giggled. "Sorry," I said. "It's okay," she replied. After a moment of awkward silence, she addressed the elephant in the room. "Can you believe we're actually doing this...?" "Nope, I can't say that I do," I laughed. I struggled to try to think of something to say next, but I was still tongue-tied. We just sat there, side-by-side, our bodies almost touching, neither of us quite knowing what to say or how to react. I glanced up at her, facing her directly, and started to say, "Do you-" Before I could finish my sentence, Valeska leaned in close, closed her eyes, and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I felt a shiver run through my body. I pressed my lips against hers, and felt the warmth of her body as we moved closer. The kiss quickly grew passionate. I felt her tongue all of a sudden, and offered her mine. Soon they were entwined, and we were hopelessly lost in each other's kiss. She tasted sweet and her hair smelled like a market in some faraway land, full of roses and sandalwood incense. When our lips parted, I could tell from her eyes how badly she wanted to do that. "I'm sorry, I interrupted you. You were about to say something," she chuckled. I laughed. "I may have, but it's the darnedest thing... I've totally forgotten." Valeska grinned, then said, "Well... I'd better run. I'm supposed to meet a friend for dinner." "Oh, okay. Go for it," I replied. Valeska got up slowly. I could tell she wanted to say something, as she walked toward the door. Finally, she stopped and said, "You can... you know... feel free to stop by some time. Just to chat or something, I mean." I smiled and nodded. "Sure." She smiled back, then left the room. I collapsed backward on my bed. My head was spinning. I didn't know how to process what was happening, and managed to lay there most of the night, in a state of bewilderment, fear, and excitement. I took Valeska up on her offer, and stopped by a couple times over the next few days. We talked, learning more about each other, but couldn't bring ourselves to address the fact that we were about to have sex. And not just have sex, but have sex for the first time... in front of a bunch of strangers. I desperately wanted to know how she felt about it, but was too nervous to bring it up, except in passing. I imagined she felt the same. Before we knew it, the date was quickly approaching. A mere two days remained before the event Layla had planned. I wanted to know how many students would be there, but I was too afraid to ask. I wanted to talk to Valeska more about it, but our schedules didn't jive. The night before the day of the event, I could barely sleep. I took a shower, made sure I was perfectly groomed in my nether regions, and then spent the night laying on my bed, trembling, thinking about walking into a room crammed with giddy freshmen, waiting to see me take my clothes off and fuck Valeska, just like that. I couldn't tell if I wanted to hug Layla for getting me into this mess, or if I'd never forgive her for making me do this. Then I reminded myself that she wasn't making me do it. It was my own fault for agreeing, and that meant that deep down I really wanted to go through with it. Nervous arguments with myself like this continued for hours, until I finally wore myself out and fell asleep. Somehow I managed to get through the next day, albeit not without suffering a constant onslaught of dread and anxiety. I avoided the freshman floors like the plague, and mostly hid in my room, with little appetite, wondering how I would get through the experience. As the evening approached, I received a text from Valeska. "Are you getting ready? I'm so terrified..." she said. "Yeah. Me too! I might need to go straight to a bar afterward to get smashed." "Ha! Okay, see you soon..." I felt a certain camaraderie with Valeska, knowing that she was just as terrified as I was, not knowing what to expect. I kept imagining over and over in my head what it was going to be like, seeing her standing there in front of a room full of students, and then having to strip down to her bra and panties. I imagined her removing her bra, and being able to see her breasts for the first time. I wondered what they would look like. But I couldn't fathom having to then make love to her on the spot. My fantasy kept getting interrupted by a feeling of queasiness. Soon it was time to leave my room and venture down to Layla's suite. I waited until the very last minute before I needed to go, pacing back and forth in my room, and feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Finally I went out into the hallway and made my way to the elevator. I took it down to the second floor and stepped out. Further down the hall I saw Valeska heading toward Layla's room. She turned and saw me, looking like she'd just seen a ghost. She waited for me to catch up. "I don't know how I'm going to go through with this," she admitted, putting her hand to her face. I could see it was shaking. "I know... me too, I feel like I'm gonna faint," I replied. "Not that I don't want to... you know... fool around with you, but I can't believe we're going to do it in front of so many people..." "Yeah... maybe there will be fewer people than we think." "I hope so!" Together we made our way anxiously to the end of the hall, where Layla's suite was located. Valeska knocked softly on the door. It opened, and Layla was standing there. "Oh good, there you are," she whispered. "Come on in." She seemed relieved, as if thinking one or both of us were going to chicken out. Valeska and I entered the room. The moment we stepped inside, the butterflies in my stomach took hold. Just as I had feared, the room was chock full of countless young freshmen who quieted down the moment they saw us appear. I felt like a hundred eyes were on the two of us, as we followed Layla in. I found myself surrounded by young men and women, huddled together, sitting cross-legged, looking us up and down with wide eyes, giggling and whispering things to their friends, as they set their eyes upon the couple that they were about to watch get naked and have sex. "So are you guys ready?" We nodded to her. "Did you... um... practice or anything?" "No, we haven't done anything. I think we're both nervous," said Valeska, with an anxious smile. "Wait, so you haven't had sex at all yet? Have you even seen each other naked?" "Nope," I replied. "Oh- wow," said Layla, surprised. "So you're literally about to have sex with each other for the first time, okay." She pondered this as if it was exciting to her that she'd get to witness us discovering each other's nude body, and making love together for the very first time, given how badly she knew we desired each other. Layla lead us to the center of the room, saying, "I set up this futon here for you. Will that be comfortable enough?" We nodded slowly to her, unable to speak due to anxiety. "I left a condom here on the pillow. Is there anything else you need? Just let me know." Layla seemed surprisingly nervous. I wasn't sure why, since she didn't have to perform in front of anyone, but I realized it must be awkward for her to have to lead a session like this nevertheless. We sat down on the long red futon and waited for Layla to begin. Valeska and I exchanged looks, acknowledging the absolute terror in each other's eyes. Finally, Layla quieted everyone down, saying, "Okay, now that everyone's settled in, we can begin." I glanced around the room, making eye contact with various young women who were staring at me. Girls from all corners of the country, across a range of different ethnicities, with all kinds of bodies, some attractive, bubbly, and outgoing, some quiet, nerdy, and shy. They stared back at me, clearly attempting to control and suppress their amusement. I could see them wondering about my body; their curiosity growing rapidly, fully aware that they were about to take a look at a boy's penis. I felt the way I felt when I was sitting in a doctor's office, anxiously awaiting a nurse who would arrive at any moment to stick me with needles. Layla began, "So as you all know, we're going to have a demonstration tonight, for the benefit of those of you who may not have a whole lot of experience with sex and sexuality yet. My hope is that this will help to promote safe sex and give you a better idea what to expect whenever each of you feel comfortable enough to become sexually active." The room was filled with quiet rumblings and soft chatter. "I'd like to introduce you to Sean and Valeska. They are both seniors, and have agreed to perform the demonstration tonight for you." Valeska gave a slight, meek wave to the group. Some of the students waved back, or greeted us with quiet hellos. "There's just a few ground rules I'd like to go over first. Chiefly, please be respectful. Sean and Valeska are here for your benefit. It can be very intimidating to do this in front of a group, so please honor their generosity by remaining silent through the demonstration, unless you have a question. If you have one, you can raise your hand, and then I'll call on you, individually, so you can direct your question to me and not them." There were nods around the room. "Now in a moment, I will ask them to start undressing. In case anyone is somehow not clear on what's going to happen, you're about to see them both completely nude. That means seeing a man's penis, and a woman's vulva and breasts. Your bodies may or may not look similar to theirs; we come in all shapes and sizes, and that's perfectly normal. They're going to demonstrate sexual intercourse for you. I want to be clear: if any of this offends or upsets you, now would be a good time to leave. If you become uncomfortable at any time during the demonstration, you are welcome to get up and quietly leave the room without any judgement. Is that clear to everyone?" There were more nods. The faces on the students around the room were filled with nervousness, disbelief, and excitement. I gulped, listening to Layla's words, which made apparent the brutal reality that Valeska and I now faced together. Layla turned to face the two of us on the futon, whispering, "Okay, are you both ready?" "Yeah, I think so," we answered. "Okay, great," she said, exhaling a nervous breath. She turned back to face the room, though still addressing us. "Why don't you both stand up and we can begin." Valeska and I rose from the futon and faced the students, staring up at us wide-eyed and seemingly not breathing. "Whenever you're ready, you can begin removing your clothes," she added, offering us a nearby chair to place them on when done. I glanced nervously at Valeska. She breathed in deeply, and I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. We shared a brief exchange of terror, before we started to slowly undress. It felt like an eternity as we both took our time, first removing our shoes, then our socks, and placing them carefully and deliberately off to the side. All the while the room full of students watched us with fascination and wonder. Next I removed my t-shirt and stood bare-chested in front of a group of young women who's gazes remained fixed in place on my body. After each article of clothing was removed, Valeska and I exchanged looks, checking on the status of each other, and trying not to move too fast or too slowly compared to the other. I watched as she pulled her t-shirt up over her head, and revealed her bra. Valeska's breasts seemed to bulge in their cups, and the sight of them only made me increasingly nervous. I slid my jeans down and stood there with only my boxers remaining. Likewise, Valeska slid her own jeans off, revealing her matching panties. We anxiously cast looks at each other's body. Valeska was unbelievably beautiful, standing there in only her underwear. Her body was perfect, with just the right amount of curves, well-toned, with smooth, creamy skin, a sexy, dimpled bellybutton, and a lovely, bulging chest. The freshman boys around the room were all gazing at her from the edge of their seats, as anxious as I was to see her with her clothes completely off. Layla studied my face nervously, as if worried I might pass out. I paused for a moment, realizing that Valeska had one more article of clothing to remove than I did. I decided to wait on my boxers. She realized I was pausing, and understood that she should go ahead and remove her bra. I stood there almost able to hear my heart thumping, as she reached around behind her back to undo the clasp. There was an audible gasp in the room as Valeska undid the strap and pulled them to the front of her body, then allowed the cups to fall from her chest. I found myself transfixed, as I watched Valeska's beautiful pair of boobs spring free. They were gorgeous; full, and round, with deep brown, perky nipples that looked perfect for nipping and sucking. I found it cute that they were just a slight shade paler than the rest of her body. She cast a nervous look in my direction and saw me gazing at them, then tried to hide a subtle smirk that quickly formed on her face. Freshman boys and girls alike gawked at Valeska's freely wiggling boobies as she dropped her bra onto the pile of clothing forming at her feet and then turned back to face them nervously. She stood there shaking, fully naked except for a tight pair of panties, revealing an impression of the soft mound of her sex. I felt my penis begin to twitch and come alive at the sight of her body, including her side boobs sloping gently out from her chest, and desperately tried to keep control to prevent getting an erection too quickly. I knew the time had come. I was about to slip down my boxers and reveal my penis, in front of Valeska, in front of Layla, and in front of a crowd of strangers. I tucked my thumbs into the elastic waistband and looked over at Valeska. She grasped the waistband of her panties and we both took one last deep breath in. In unison, we slipped down our underwear and revealed ourselves fully nude before the room. As my semi-erect penis flopped out, it caught surprised looks from young women throughout the room. There was an instant murmur as they covered their mouths, cast looks at their friends, attempted to suppress giggles, and began studying my genitals. I stood there feeling my lengthening, swinging shaft hanging down over my testicles, attracting non-stop attention. I quickly looked over at Valeska, and saw her finish sliding her panties down before stepping out of them. She stood back up, and I caught my first glance of her fully nude body. She turned her head to the side, and quickly shot a look down between my legs. For a moment, she gaped at my newly exposed penis, and then glanced up at my face. She studied my reactions as I quickly examined her beautiful pussy. She was freshly trimmed, with just a light layer of dark pubic hair covering her mound. I could see a slight, pinkish slit running through it, and I gazed in fascination at the delicate lips of her outer labia peeking through. After we briefly stared in fascination between each other's legs, we quickly scooped up our clothes and walked over to the chair that Layla had provided. Layla seemed awkwardly frozen, equally surprised by the sight of our bodies. She patiently waited for us to finish before adding any more commentary. I followed behind Valeska as she approached the chair and set her bundle of clothes down on it. I couldn't help but gaze down at her softly wiggling butt cheeks as she did this. She turned back around to return to the futon, and almost ran into me. I glanced down at her jiggling boobs, as she awkwardly scooted to the side to let me pass and place my clothes beside hers. We both returned to the futon, and continued to stand naked before a throng of horny students, who couldn't seem to get enough of the shocking sight of our two, fully nude bodies. "Ok-ay," said Layla, her voice briefly cracking. She paused for a moment, trying to collect herself. "Sorry- wow. Okay." Everyone giggled. Valeska and I laughed nervously. "Sorry, Sean and I have been friends for a long time, and I've never actually seen his penis." Layla had grown red herself, and looked as giddy as the freshman girls, who laughed with understanding. "Keep it together, Layla," I thought, praying that she'd keep control of the situation and get us safely through this experience. "Anyway, um... so, here they are, naked. In case that wasn't obvious enough. Uh. So, I'm sure you're all familiar with what a penis looks like. Or cock, shlong, dick, whatever you prefer." All attention in the room turned to my penis. I felt an overwhelming sensation of excitement, seeing so many eyes fixed squarely between my legs, as if analyzing my curly pubic hair, the long shaft, and the thick knob of my head. The sight of the young freshman girls delighted by the sight of my penis grew so arousing that I suddenly felt the blood rushing southward, beyond my control. Within a few moments, it was inevitable that I started to throb. With each pleasurable pulse I felt my cock begin to lift away from my body and rise bit by bit into the air, until it became a full grown boner. Excited laughter and squeals of embarrassment filled the room as the students watched my penis grow before their very eyes. I felt as if I was going to die. Even Valeska laughed. "Well! That's called an erection," said Layla, with a humorous look on her face. "That's precisely what's supposed to happen when a guy gets aroused. His penis becomes erect." The girls in the crowd were especially losing it, giggling uncontrollably and falling onto each other. Layla worked hard to quiet them down. I was beginning to become increasingly turned on by the excitement of the students. She added, "Not that the guys need any introduction to boners. I'm sure many of you already have one of your own." She smirked at the group. The girls continued to laugh. Some of them took covert looks at their male friends' crotches to see if there was any evidence of this. Many of the guys shifted nervously, and I knew very well what they were indeed hiding inside their pants. Layla continued, "It's less obvious when a woman becomes aroused, but her nipples may become erect, for example." Valeska looked down at her own breasts. I noticed that her nipples were in fact quite taut and erect. She seemed embarrassed as the room turned to examine them. Layla continued, "And though you can't necessarily tell from the sight of her vulva, but as Valeska comes more aroused, her vagina will begin secreting a fluid that acts as a natural lubricant. This is what we refer to when a woman becomes 'wet' down there." Valeska stood there stiff and anxious as eyes lowered all around the room to examine her pussy. I wondered if she was already wet. "Of course the idea is that once Sean puts his erect penis inside her vagina, it will be properly lubricated for sexual intercourse. If extra lubrication is needed, you can buy synthetic lubricant. There are various kinds, and you might want to experiment and see which ones you like the best." Valeska and I exchanged nervous looks, hearing Layla remind us that we were about to make physical contact soon, and perform the act she just described. "Before we move on, are there any questions?" The crowd of freshmen stared at us, and at Layla. No one seemed to be willing to speak under the current circumstances. Finally, a guy toward the front grinned and raised his hand. "Yes, a question- go ahead," said Layla. "Will she let us... um... touch anything?" he asked, laughing. Layla's eyes widened in shock, surprised he even dared to ask the question. She looked like she was about to snap back at him, but briefly looked at Valeska first. "I... don't mind, I guess," Valeska whispered to Layla. "If he just wants to, um, gently feel my boobs or something." I was shocked that Valeska was agreeing to this, but also turned on. "Oh! Okay..." Layla said in surprise. She turned to me. "Uh... what about you?" she whispered. "Um... I guess it's okay," I said. "To... like... touch your penis?" she replied, making doubly sure she, and I, understood what we were talking about. "Yeah," I said, "You know, within reason." "Okay..." said Layla. "Um, in that case, I'll let a few people who want to touch them do so. But listen up- remember that I'm expecting you to be respectful here. Gentle, brief touches only. If either of them are uncomfortable, we're moving on." I was proud of Layla for taking so much care in our comfort. The crowd nodded in agreement. "All right. Well who wanted to... touch Valeska's boobs? I'll just pick a few of you." The guys scrambled to raise their hand highest in the air. Layla seemed overwhelmed, but pointed to a few lucky guys. Valeska nervously approached the students, then squatted down in front of them. I watched as the first student chosen reached out and gently placed his palms against Valeska's chest and proceeded to gently squeeze her boobies. She looked at him nervously. I could see he was trembling with excitement as he felt them gently squish in his hands. A huge grin formed on his face as he briefly rubbed her nipples and felt them continue to harden at his touch. One by one, a small handful of young men reached out and played with Valeska's boobs, bobbing them in their hands, gently squeezing them, getting to understand their firmness and warmth. The girls sitting nearby studied their faces, amused by what may have been the first time their male peers got to feel a pair of female breasts. "Okay, that's good," said Layla, letting Valeska return to stand next to me by the futon. "Okay, Sean? Can a couple girls feel your penis now?" I nodded to her and approached the students. My stiff, swollen cock swung playfully in the air in front of my body as I took each step, and I saw their eyes growing ever larger as I got closer. The girls squealed with laughter and volunteered each other to touch it, saying, "Do it!" and "So-and-so wants to touch it!" Layla chose a few girls and I moved closer to them. The first girl looked both excited and intimidated by my massive boner, but reached up, took a few fingers, and gently squeezed my shaft with them. Her jaw dropped and she began laughing. "Oh my god, it's so hard!" she giggled. Laughter ensued around the room. She grew bolder and began to wrap her entire hand around my cock, squeezing it gently. She ran her hand along the full length of my penis, then lifted and examined the head curiously. The other girls that had been chosen grew impatient and made it clear that they wanted a turn. They each reached out and began to play with my cock, lifting it, moving it left and right, peering closely at every detail as I stood there aching and throbbing in their hands. As the laughter and excitement died down, Layla instructed me to go back to the futon, smirking at me. "Okay, so- now that you're all intimately familiar with live, naked bodies, let's talk about sex." The moment she said this, I saw Layla growing nervous again, having to talk about an awkward subject. She began, "I can tell you, from experience, that sex is a whole lot better if you take your time. You might kiss for a bit, cuddle, you know..." She realized Valeska and I were just standing there, so she motioned to us, as if to tell us to demonstrate. My heart skipped a beat. This was it. It was about to become physical. Valeska and I each took an awkward step forward, unsure who was going to approach whom. Finally she advanced toward me until our bodies were closer, the gap between us being the exact length of my erect penis, sticking straight out between us. We leaned in and began kissing. Awkwardly, at first, because of her awareness of my swollen member, but as soon as I wrapped my arms around her, we pressed up against one another. I felt the bliss of her warm, trembling, naked body against mine for the first time. "This is called foreplay, and can really be anything you like it to be. Think of it as a way to start building the excitement between you and your partner. It's especially nice if you start by just stroking each other with playful touches. Sean might start touching Valeska's boobs. She might want to start stroking his penis." I gulped, knowing that we should start doing the things that Layla was narrating. I reached up and cupped Valeska's breasts. I felt her chest suddenly rise with an inward breath. She smiled at me, excited by the sensation of my hands on her soft skin, as they ran over her boobs, and brushed across her nipples, then squeezed them gently like the freshman boys had done just moments ago. I felt Valeska's trembling hand find its way down to my erection, where she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock. Slowly she moved her hand back and forth along the entire length of my penis, while the crowd of freshmen watched with rapt attention. "You can do this for however long you like," Layla explained, "until you're ready to take the next step." She paused for a second, watching us touching each other. I could tell she was anxious about guiding us onward, but then she finally summoned the courage to continue. "So, uh... I guess we can talk about oral sex next?" She looked at us expectantly. We turned and looked at her, saying nothing, which she understood as approval to proceed. "Okay, let's start with Sean," she said. She then turned to Valeska and whispered, "Do you want to kneel down in front of him?" Valeska nodded and did so. My huge erection extended out in front of her face, which she looked at with nervous excitement. "So, it feels really good for guys to have their dicks sucked. Trust me, they ask for it all the time." The crowd laughed. "But it takes a little practice, like anything else. The important thing is to just relax." She turned to face Valeska. "Valeska might start by teasing him a little. Kissing, or licking his penis." I watched as Valeska planted a soft kiss on my shaft and then on the head of my penis. The moment I felt her lips against my cock, I felt like my heart was going to burst with excitement. Then she ran her tongue up along the underside of my hard shaft and I felt a rush of unbelievable erotic anticipation building. Layla continued, "While his excitement is building, Valeska can probably feel him begin to throb, which makes her more excited. She can probably smell how aroused he's getting. He'll probably have a heady, musky smell, kinda like pheromones, as his penis becomes increasingly engorged and swollen." I could see Valeska breathing in deeply as she continued to kiss and lick my cock, inhaling the aroma of my sexual excitement. "And then, Valeska, when you're ready, you can take Sean's penis in your mouth." Valeska looked up at me with a slight smile and I could see she was still trembling. I smiled back at her, and nodded. She reached forward and grasped my cock, then opened her mouth and began to glide it inside. I shivered as I felt it move smoothly over her warm tongue. I saw the girls in the room gawking, as their jaws dropped open. There they sat, watching Valeska begin to suck my swollen cock, like a lollipop, right in front of them. The guys stared intensely at her mouth as she swallowed me whole, taking me deeper and deeper inside. All the while Layla continued to explain how to be careful with one's teeth, which muscles to relax, and how to optionally manipulate the shaft with one's hand while sucking. Once Layla determined that the demonstration was sufficient, she instructed Valeska to release my cock. It popped out of her mouth, slick and wet with her saliva. She gazed up at me with a look of hungry desperation. I could tell she'd begun to move past the initial period of fear and nervousness about this event, and was now fully gripped by a powerful, sexual excitement and lust. I returned the look and helped her to her feet. "Okay. So next... At this point, Sean is hopefully excited to eat Valeska's pussy. But before we get into that, we need to have a little real talk about pussies in general. If there's anything that guys don't understand, it's female anatomy," she said, smirking. She turned to Valeska and sheepishly said, "Would you mind sitting on the edge of the futon, and opening your legs so we can look at the different parts?" "Okay," said Valeska. Though I could see her tensing up and becoming at least a little bit nervous. I stepped to the side and let her sit at the edge of the futon, with her knees in the air. She moved them to either side, until she sat in front of the crowd, fully spread eagle. I sensed her nervousness and complete vulnerability, so I smiled at her and saw that it had the intended soothing effect. Many of the guys in the crowd adjusted themselves to get a better view of Valeska's pussy, spread wide open before them. I joined them in taking a look. Together we gazed between her legs, enthralled at the detailed view we were getting of her intimate places. Her smooth, trimmed pubic hair ran flush to her skin in one direction toward two pinkish lips, which were beginning to puff up slightly due to her intense arousal. A barely perceptible dusting of hair circled her labia. Valeska gazed down at her own pubic mound anxiously, awaiting further instruction, and probably brooding about what I and the freshmen thought about her body. "So you're looking at Valeska's entire vulva at this point. That's everything that's externally visible to the naked eye- no pun intended. The two lips you're looking at constitute her outer labia, at the entrance to her vagina." Layla turned back to face Valeska, and whispered, "Can you spread yourself open a little?" Valeska nodded and reached down between her legs, then took two fingers and spread herself open. I stared in amazement at the glistening, pink hole that she revealed. I knew what the male freshmen were going through, as they stared in wonder at Valeska's pussy. I could see how hard they were straining in their pants, as their own penises throbbed as hard and as relentlessly as mine. I knew the frustration they must have felt at being unable to do anything to release the pent-up sexual frustration that caused them to suffer in that moment. Valeska knew it too, as she examined all their faces, becoming visibly absorbed in their erotic fixation on her body. "There you can see her inner labia," explained Layla, as she continued to point out the different parts of Valeska's female anatomy, until she finally said, "And that little nub there is Valeska's clitoris. This is the most important part of her genitals, from a sexual perspective." She went on to explain the importance of it, its sensitivity, how to respect and pleasure it. The girls smiled in understanding, and looked amused at their male peers as they absorbed this important information. "Valeska, if you'd like to lie back now, Sean can get started," Layla suggested. Valeska's eyes remained fixed on mine as she slowly laid back on the futon, adjusting herself until she was comfortable. Then she took a nervous breath and spread her legs open. I couldn't help but sneak another peek at the students that had gathered to watch. They were sitting there with stiff, taut spines, peering over the person in front of them, deeply absorbed in the sight of her spread pussy, or examining my reactions to her with a mixture of excitement and amusement. I turned back to face Valeska, who was giving me a look of nervous longing. As I got down on the futon and crawled between her legs, I found myself confronted with the most intimate and private part of her body. I gently caressed the sensitive inner part of her thighs, while gazing in wonder at Valeska's pussy. Her outer labia, covered with a light layer of brown pubic hair, was stretching open slightly. The wrinkly, pink lips of her inner labia began to peek through. I ran my finger gently over the hood concealing her clit, and felt its solid pressure resisting my touch. Her body tensed up at my touch, and she began to softly sigh. Layla suddenly began narrating, as if realizing that she had herself become as absorbed in what was about to happen as the freshmen around her. "So Sean has started to caress Valeska, teasing her, making her crave his touch before he goes in. At this point, her pussy is probably starting to tingle. It's no doubt getting wet. Her clit is becoming increasingly hard and sensitive to the touch." I leaned in and inhaled deeply, enthralled by the sweet, feminine odor of Valeska's pussy, which I could see was indeed becoming increasingly wet. I felt the heat of her body radiating from her delicate skin as her hips began to shift beneath me in anticipation of my touch. I softly kissed her labia, then worked my way down along her tender, pink lips. I realized from Layla's sudden silence that I was running the show now. Finally, when I could see that Valeska could stand it no longer, I ran my tongue between her labia, giving her a long, slow lick. She instantly moaned and arched her back. My warm tongue worked its way up through her parted lips, collecting the first of her sweet juices. Layla continued, her voice starting to tremble with her own personal arousal at the scene, "Now that Sean's... uh... had his first taste of Valeska's pussy, he's navigating it with his tongue, exploring every crevice. He's working his way toward her clit- but not starting there. He'll get there in time." The freshmen leaned in, aroused, alert, and glued to the sight of my face buried in Valeska's crotch as she began to writhe at my touch. I could hear them whispering excitedly and giggling. I ran my tongue up and down along Valeska's wet folds, separating her lips and tickling every inch of her pussy all around her clit. "Oh god, Sean..." she whispered, as she began to press her hips gently forward. I glanced up toward her face, obscured by the rise and fall of her breasts and the dark, erect nipples standing at attention. A wide grin had broken out across her face and she moved her head gently backward overcome with a growing bliss. I sucked at her damp flesh, and then began to lick with increasing hunger, as Valeska became increasingly wet. As I eagerly ate her pussy, there was a just audible sound, like the wet smacking of lips. "At this point you can obviously hear that Valeska's pussy is totally soaking, so Sean is doing something right." The crowd responded with more giggles. "Every girl is different, so you have to experiment and see what she likes." I felt my cock throbbing and bobbing stiffly between my legs as I became increasingly absorbed in Valeska's creamy wetness, now dripping down my face and chin. I knew that everyone in the room could see it, and knew how turned on I was. She continued to moan louder and louder as I sucked and licked, enamored by her taste and smell. "Oh fuck!" Valeska groaned suddenly. The crowd laughed and began to murmur. "Oh god, Sean!" she said, lifting herself up on her forearms and gazing down between her legs, with a huge smile. "Yes! Oh my god, I'm so wet!" she blurted out, excitedly. I could hear her softly squeaking as I continued to build her excitement and pleasure. I ran my tongue in circles around her clit and felt her squirming more and more, then I flicked my tongue quickly across it. "Fuck! Yes! Oh god, Sean... yes, make me come!" she screamed. I could tell she was so caught up in the moment that she couldn't even think about the fact that strangers were listening to her. As I continued to lick, I plunged my finger deep into her pussy, reached upward, and began stroking. She threw her head back, overwhelmed with the intense sensations, then ran her hand over my head, alternating between laughter and moans of pleasure. "He's... um... Sean has... inserted a finger into her vagina... he's searching for Valeska's g-spot..." said Layla, struggling to find words as she watched my partner squirming in a fit of intense pleasure. "But he hasn't stopped stimulating her clit... consistency is key." "Oh god, oh god, Sean!" Valeska began screaming. "Yes... that feels so good! My pussy is so wet you for! Make me come- oh god, please!" The students were beside themselves with excitement listening to Valeska crying out in so much pleasure, and seeing her bucking her hips uncontrollably as I coaxed out every bit of pleasure I could. Suddenly I felt her body tense up and she shouted, "Oh my god! I'm coming, I'm coming!" I felt a series of spasms course through her body and her warm juices flood my mouth. The room was suddenly filled with the sounds of girls and guys clapping sarcastically, as others still covered their mouths in embarrassment at what they were watching; a senior girl having an orgasm in front of them. I pulled away from Valeska's pussy to find her sprawled out on the futon, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. A dark wet stain had formed between her legs. I wiped my chin and grinned at her until she made eye contact and gave a brief laugh. She mouthed, "wow" to me, silently. I looked up and saw Layla gazing at us, having completely forgotten what she was doing. I tried to subtly get her attention. "Oh- sorry, okay. So Valeska just had her first orgasm by Sean. Um. And we can move on." She turned to face Valeska, and whispered, "Can you open the condom wrapper?" Valeska nodded, and reached over to grab the condom that had been placed on the pillow for us. Layla continued. "So oral sex was exciting and stimulating for both Sean and Valeska. Now as you can see that there's no question that Sean's penis is fully erect, and he's aching to put it inside her vagina. She's become absolutely wet and wants to feel him inside her too." I sheepishly sat on the futon, unable to do anything about my cock, which stuck straight up in the air in front of my body. Everyone in the room was observing how incredibly engorged it was. Truthfully, I was so turned on by the experience we were having that it was almost painfully swollen; more erect than I'd ever been before. "But before he can do that, the most important thing has to happen. You all know what I'm talking about." The crowd spoke up, virtually in union, groaning, "He has to wear a condom." "Exactly. We're in the business of promoting safe sex here, so we need to make sure that Sean has a condom securely on his penis." Layla strolled over to the futon and squatted down, inviting Valeska over. Having come closer to my body, I could see Layla breathing quickly, and she was staring at my cock. She reached out and nonchalantly grasped it with her hand, which was trembling slightly. I jumped slightly, surprised that Layla herself had touched me also. "Now that it's nice and hard, it will be easy for Valeska to place it over the tip of his penis and roll it down over his shaft like this." She demonstrated the movement, as if she were doing it herself. Her eyes darted up briefly to meet mine, and then quickly returned to my cock. I couldn't help but feel like Layla herself was so turned on by the sight of Valeska and I pleasuring each other that she wanted to take advantage of the situation to touch my cock herself. Layla invited Valeska to take over, which she did, slipping the condom down over my penis. Layla stood back up and took a few steps away from the futon. "Now they're ready for penetration. So Sean, whenever you like, you can go ahead and insert your penis inside her vagina." The crowd of students, still frozen in silence and wonder, stared at us expectantly. A few of the guys glanced over at the girls, perhaps at the ones they secretly liked, anxiously wondering what they thought of this. I turned to face Valeska and we exchanged smiles. We both took a deep breath, and I leaned over to embrace her. We exchanged a few kisses. "Ready?" I whispered. "Absolutely," she said with a grin. I laid Valeska back down on the futon, feeling her beginning to tremble again in my arms. She put her knees up in the air and I spread them apart. I took stock of her long, nude body; from her sparkling eyes, to her long hair, to the beautiful round boobs tipped with her dark nipples, and then down to the damp, pink slit between her legs, still visibly glistening with moisture. There was not a peep in the room while I positioned my pelvis in front of hers, and then grasped my hard cock and began to rub my swollen head through her lips. I heard Valeska begin to whimper softly, and saw her face grow serious. Finally, I eased my hips forward and we both watched as her tight, wet pussy swallowed my cock inch by inch until it sunk all the way inside. Her whimpers grew to an audible moan as she melted into the futon, feeling me penetrate deep within. The students began to murmur again and produce soft gasps as they watched me leaning over Valeska, slowly beginning to grind my massive cock inside her pussy. She gazed up at me with wide, wild eyes, as if urging me to continue and take her further down the road of pleasure. For a moment I lost myself in the pure bliss of being inside her. Valeska's warm, wet canal squeezed and massaged my cock as it glided in and out, becoming shiny and slick with her juices. Working through her own state of arousal, Layla narrated, "Sean and Valeska are now h-having sex in the missionary position. This is the most common and basic position that you'll want to try. The woman lies on her back and the man is on top, so that they can face each other, look into each other's eyes, et cetera. The man can control the rhythm and speed of his thrusts, but it is also possible for the woman to thrust against him with her hips." I began to thrust faster, watching Valeska's reactions, and she was lost in my eyes. We gazed at each other as I repeatedly penetrated her, until she began to moan louder. "Ngh, Sean... that feels so good. Oh god, fuck me..." she groaned, to the delight of the students, who inched closer and appeared completely absorbed in the sight of our two naked bodies moving in unison. They leaned over each other, desperate to see in plain detail how her pussy stretched and received the full girth of my cock. I was overwhelmed by the sight, myself, as I gazed at Valeska's full, jiggling boobies springing back and forth in response to my thrusts. I gawked at the sight of her sloppy, wet, hairy pussy receiving my swollen cock, as she writhed in pleasure and continued to beg me to fuck her. The students were shaking with excitement. The freshman girls sat straight up, erect and instinctively pressing their chests forward, in a full-on state of arousal. The freshman boys were transfixed by the sight of Valeska's heaving boobs, while their own massive erections strained helplessly against their pants. "Oh my god, your cock feels sooo good," Valeska moaned, tossing her head back, arching her back, and sticking her boobs up in the air. I leaned down and buried my face in between them, then began to kiss and suck at her erect nipples. She screamed with pleasure as I began to fuck her harder, pressing her pelvis against mine and trying to take me as deep as I could go. Valeska looked down frantically at my cock as it churned inside her, and breathlessly exclaimed, "I want to ride that big fucking cock!" I excitedly threw myself down on the futon and flipped her on top of me, where she pounced on my body. Valeska's long, soft hair fell down over me and she laughed. "This is so hot!" she whispered softly to me, "I can't believe we're doing this!" "I know!" I whispered back. She grasped my cock and angled her body over mine, then sat down over my hips, letting it slide deep inside her once again. She whipped her head back, sending her hair flying, then looked down at me with a devious grin, her nostrils flaring, and her eyes full of lust. Valeska began to bounce up and down on my cock, leaning back slightly, and letting her boobies wiggle about in front of my eyes. The students began to squeal again and exchange rapid comments as they watched how excited and spirited we'd become. Layla continued to grow as enthusiastic as the students were, as they watched us fucking wildly on the futon. She added with a laugh, "Valeska's really getting into it!" Everyone giggled. "As she said, she wanted to 'ride his cock' so they're now having sex in the cowgirl position. The woman straddles the man and sits down on his penis so that it penetrates her, and she 'rides' it, so to speak. Here, a woman takes a turn being in control. As a bonus, by quickly moving up and down on his cock, he gets an exciting view of her bouncing boobs." Valeska rode me tirelessly, laughing softly and gazing into my eyes. Together we listened to the soft sucking sound of my cock moving inside her pussy, which was now so wet that it was dripping down over me and adding to the existing stain on the futon. I overheard one of the freshman boys sitting closest to us excitedly whispering to his friend, "Oh my god, I can smell her pussy," and I wasn't surprised. The distinct feminine odor, as well as my own musky odor of arousal, began to scent the air and had an untold effect on the raging hormones of the horny freshmen enthralled with our unabashed display of raw sexuality. Having become suitably drenched, I gave Valeska a break and again flipped her over. She immediately got on all fours, instinctively knowing what I wanted next. She moved her knees apart and stuck her ass in my direction, letting her pussy spread open so that it sat there, oozing and messy, waiting for my cock. I drove my swollen member back inside Valeska's tight, pink canal and began fucking her hard from behind. She cried out in pleasure, as I sent her boobs swinging beneath her chest. The room filled with the sound of my pelvis slapping repeatedly against her wobbling butt cheeks. "Mgh! Yes! Sean!" she cried, over and over. "You're so fucking tight!" I groaned. I excitedly began to squeeze the sides of her soft, wobbling ass, which was starting to redden as I pounded it with force. "Nnhh! Yes, I'm so tight for you! Fill my wet pussy with that hard cock!" she whined. At this point I could tell she was clearly making herself more excited by being so vocal in front of the students. One of the male students finally raised his hand and said, "I have a question." "Oh, okay! What is it?" said Layla. The boy turned and looked back at Valeska and I, absorbed in the sight of our two naked bodies, now sweaty and slapping together rhythmically. He was clearly aroused by the sight of her jiggly bits moving freely about as we continued to moan and grind together. Finally he joked, "When can we have a turn?" The other students erupted with laughter. Valeska turned and looked up at him in surprise, and started laughing, then gave him a wink. He grinned back at her. Layla rolled her eyes, saying, "Very funny..." She smirked at him, and then at us. "Oh, and by the way, this is doggy style, so Sean is taking Valeska from behind, which allows him to penetrate her deeply and really reach for her g-spot." I leaned close to Valeska and whispered, "Fuck, I don't know how much longer I can last here." She whispered back, "Okay, go back to missionary and let's make you come." She flipped back over onto her back and flung her legs to the side. I thrust my cock right back inside her, then resumed thrusting. I gently cupped her boobs as they jerked and heaved against my palms, then I leaned down and we began kissing. "I wanted you so badly," she whispered softly in my ear. "As nervous as I was, I've been dreaming of this every night since Layla first proposed it." "Oh, me too. You're amazing. Your body is amazing. This is like a dream," I admitted. We laughed excitedly together. "Now fuck me baby, I'm going to make you come so hard you won't be able to walk for a week," she said, grinning. I sat back up and grasped her knees for leverage as I began driving my cock into her pussy like a piston. She began squirming frantically, almost instantly, as her pleasure rapidly increased. The room fell silent again, sensing that we'd almost reached our limit together, and waiting with bated breath for our final release. "Oh fuuuuuck," she screamed, arching her back and accentuating the lively dance of her breasts. I continued to thrust with a frantic urgency, listening to the sound of her pussy squeaking with a juicy wetness. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" she shouted, grabbing my arms. She cast me a look of determination as she gritted her teeth and frantically bucked her hips in sync with my thrusts. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" she wailed, "I'm comiiiing!" I felt the spasms grip her body and shoot through her, head to toe, with a series of wild tremors. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, as they finally relented. I continued to fuck her repeatedly, nearing my own orgasm. "Oh god, I'm going to come too!" I shouted, thrusting faster and faster. Layla sprang to attention. "Oh gosh, okay, so Sean is about to ejaculate." She turned to me and whispered, "Where? Inside her, or somewhere else?" I sputtered, "I dunno, where do you want?" The students, overhearing us, had all sorts of suggestions. The boys were the loudest, many of whom were screaming, "On her boobs!" Suddenly I felt the urge arising inside me and knew that I was going to blow at any moment. I yanked myself out of Valeska's soaking pussy and ripped the condom off, then started stroking myself quickly. Valeska scrambled onto her forearms, still huffing and puffing, out of breath from her own intense orgasm. She gazed at my cock excited, then into my eyes, and then back at my massive erection as I pumped it in the direction of her boobs, which she thrust forward. I took delight in the huge smile on her face, and the anticipation of knowing that I was going to erupt at any moment. After just moments of aggressive stroking, I felt a sudden, tingly sensation shower down over my body, followed by a powerful orgasm. I moaned and jerked my hips forward as my cock suddenly began spasming wildly. There was an audible, collective gasp in the room as a thick spurt of semen ushered forth and splashed across Valeska's chest. I kept slowly stroking my cock and moaning as I squirted again and again, helplessly spraying her boobs with a seemingly endless torrent of warm cum. Valeska laughed at the sight of my uncontrollable and sudden squirts making a mess of her body. The students began to cheer, applaud, and laugh, many turning red-faced again, shocked to see the sheer force and amount of my output, not to mention surprised to see a man coming in front of them in the first place. I myself was surprised, but the situation was so erotic and intense for the two of us, that I shouldn't have been. Layla was now chuckling at the animated students, frantically chattering with each other about what they just saw. She began to try to calm them down. I collapsed on top of Valeska and felt her wrap her arms around me, smiling softly into my neck. I could feel the sticky sensation of my own cum against my chest as her boobs softly pressed against my skin, but I was so spent that I didn't care. "That was incredible," Valeska cooed into my ear. "Yeah," I said, before we exchanged a series of loving kisses. I heard Layla speaking up finally. "Wow. Okay. So if you're lucky, THAT is what sex will be like for many of you," she giggled, pointing to our naked bodies lying in a heap. The students continued to laugh excitedly and cheer. "I'm going to let Sean and Valeska clean up, and then I'll take any more questions any of you may have." Finally the hands shot into the air and waved about, as students began to feel comfortable asking intimate questions about what they just saw. Layla turned to us first and said, "You guys can use my bathroom if you like to wash up and get dressed." We smiled and nodded to her. She addressed the students again, saying, "Everyone please thank Valeska and Sean for being such good sports and sharing this experience with us!" The students offered us all manners of congratulations and thank-yous, waving enthusiastically as we rose. I helped Valeska off the futon and accompanied her to the chair to pick up our clothes. We smiled and waved to the freshmen, then wandered into Layla's bathroom and shut the door. We could hear the murmur of students shouting over each other with questions for Layla in the other room. "Oh my god, oh my god," Valeska repeated with a laugh. "We did it! We made it through that!" I said. "I know! I'm so proud of us," she said, grinning. I wrapped my arms around her again and squeezed her tightly. We frantically sought out each other's mouth and began kissing. I could tell Valeska was turned on by my excitement, and I was turned on by hers. When we stopped kissing, I found some tissues and got them wet, then began helping to clean my cum off Valeska's boobs. "Did you see their faces?" she asked. "Yes!" I laughed, "And all the guys had raging hard-ons watching you!" "I know!" she giggled. "I don't think you have any idea how many of the freshman girls were gawking at your cock though." I grinned. When I finished cleaning Valeska and myself, I disposed of the tissues and we stood there staring at each other, until finally we both burst out laughing again. "That was the most erotic thing I've ever done," she concluded. "Me too. Probably the most erotic thing I'll ever do," I added. "Oh? Is that a challenge?" she asked, giving me a sly grin. I laughed. "If it is, I can't imagine what I'm in for." She snickered, and we embraced again, this time remaining that way for some time. I didn't want to let go. I wanted to feel her naked body against mine forever. After all the fear and anxiety, I felt sad that the experience had even ended. But I had to wonder... did she take that challenge thing seriously? If so, I could only imagine how exciting my final school year might be...

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(F tf Ghost Leviathan) Constance grumbled as the lights flickered again and the machines around her stuttered. She is working for the mega corporation Alterra as part of an early research crew, way out on Ariadne's arm- planet 4546B. Another Alterra employee ended up marooned here years ago and cleared out the worst of the threats here unintentionally, purging a lethal plague of the Kharaa virus. Now Constance was here with a few surviving samples of the lethal virus- Alterra actually had living samples saved for research purposes. Constance did not mind the work itself- it was very interesting and she got to see samples of microbiology that no one has properly documented yet. On the other hand, 4546B is almost 100% water, so in order to be here to do the research she has to be placed in a lab at the bottom of the ocean. Which isn't somewhere you want to be when the lights start flickering for the 40th time! Constance wandered over to the bioreactor and looked inside at the dismantled biomass, dwindling. It was the power source for the entire underwater lab since it is a smaller sort of foot-hold station at this point, but it isn't the most efficient power source. She can't get work done if she has to keep feeding the reactor! Constance glanced over at the fish tank. "Sorry Mr. Gub, but I can't be interrupting my work to get my wetsuit on yet again." She plucked the pet fish out of the tank and tossed him into the bioreactor. It burned off biomass- which means literally anything biological can be used to fuel it. The voice of the computer chimed in as Constance returned to her work. [A noble sacrifice, but a necessary one. Allowing blackouts in a subnautic base of operations carries further dangers than simply having to work in the dark.] "Yea, if the power goes out so does the oxygen pumps and I run out of air to breathe." [And if you use up all the air, the base will de-pressurize and crumple in like a tin can, making it difficult for Alterra to extract the fruits of your research.] Constance sighed. "Yea... sure, that too." Constance was working on researching the leviathan class creatures of the crater area of 4546B- the only land close enough to the surface to actually be touched by sunlight. All leviathan class creatures had a resistance to the Kharaa virus. There was actually one with a total immunity but unfortunately it is also exceedingly rare, so finding one to do research on proved impossible. Most of the leviathan class creatures shared a common ancestor, which is also why they all were at least somewhat resistant to the virus. At the moment, Constance is researching the DNA of a Ghost Leviathan, because they are the easiest to find samples of. They are one of the very, very few creatures that can survive outside of the crater- in the abyssal, eternal black, crushing depths of a world that is almost entirely water. What they eat to survive in the void is anyone's guess. They still nest inside of the crater, so even when they do not live here as adults- they still require it as part of their life cycle. Constance watched as her equipment transferred part of the genome of the Ghost Leviathan to a random fish she sampled earlier that was exposed to her preserved Kharaa virus cells. She would have to let the equipment work for some time on its own at this point. It is going to slowly convert the fish's DNA to that of a Ghost Leviathan and see at what point the Kharaa is no longer to take root in it. Unlike some rarer samples, the Ghost's immunity is born from a genetic trait, not any sort of enzyme that could easily be extracted and transferred- otherwise her research would be half-done for her by now. Constance pulled out the rest of the Kharaa sample and went to bring it to cold storage, but the entire building shook violently and she dropped it! A Reefback swam into the side of her base! The Reefback's don't have eyes, so if you build something jutting out of the sea floor they will sometimes just fumble their way right into it. Constance looked at the vile green glowing goo spilled on her. "Computer... what are the odds of infection if I clean this off right now?!" [Nearly perfect. That was an extremely concentrated sample of the virus- it will have penetrated your cellular walls by the time you clean yourself. The virus is very versatile and only one or two cells need to actually make it inside.] There was a brief pause. [On a related note, I would take this time to remind you that Alterra employees are responsible for the maintenance of their own equipment- your current destruction of Alterra's preserved Kharaa sample is estimated at a value of 4,760,000,003 credits. You will be billed accordingly on your return.] "...why the 3 credits off from a rounded number?" [The cost of the vial it was contained in.] "Well, what about my LIFE, huh? I just spilled a deadly virus!" [At your current wage of 14 credits an hour over your estimated life expectancy of another 40 years, assuming you never slept and worked every day for the rest of your life you would still not offset the cost.] "That's.... not what I meant. WAIT- the leviathan sample!" If she got the machine to insert the progressive Ghost DNA into her, it should keep going till she shares its immune strength against the Kharaa; it is her only chance! Even the Ghost Leviathan isn't 100% immune, but it IS extremely resistant. Constance injected herself with the Ghost DNA. She had no idea what sort of freak this would turn her into but she would rather be a genetic monstrosity than a corpse. She got cleaned off afterwards in the decontamination chamber for whatever little good it did at that point. Constance did not feel anything different for a while. She kept getting goosebumps after a time- an odd feeling around her spine. It was not till she tried to sit down again that she noticed she had a small tail! Constance had to lean forward so she did not crush her own little tail on the chair. As soon as she touched it, she shivered again and the growth sped up! The small fleshy cone quickly pulled out from her. She could feel the muscle structure grow first, pushing on the outer skin as the tail looked bloated before the skin started to stretch out and even the inner mass, and then the caudal vertebrae formed inside to give it more structural integrity! Once the nub had stretched beyond a foot long tail her skin started to look off. It started to look blue and her pours became more and more shallow, making the skin look almost wet for being unnaturally smooth. Constance groaned and held her head for a moment from an odd feeling like someone trying to push out from inside of her skull! With a muffled crunching sound, two nubs erupted from her head under the skin! They grew out at the front edge of her temples like horns, but did not have pointed tips so they did not rupture the skin. Her tail was still growing too, slowly but steadily with no signs of stopping. The skin started to look almost metallic for a moment as her tail grew past the four foot mark. She could control her tail, but because the muscles were still expanding its movement became erratic whenever she attempted to move it deliberately, because the signals get crossed. There was an odd ridge forming up her forehead as well; she had no idea what that was. The pressure of her tail growing seemed to build up at its base and seem to slowly creep back into the rest of her! Constance lurched forward and had to catch herself with her arms on the table as her spine gave several hollow pops and expanded! Existing vertebrae segments swelled thicker and new ones were born- the loud pops were existing segments being forced apart for a moment to wedge the new growth between. Now in addition to her tail still growing, her body was growing longer too! The tail was starting to push against furniture and having to snake its way around items in the lab to find room to grow. Constance inched across the table, having to re-adjust where her hands held her up as her body continued to grow longer. She couldn't even stand up! Her midriff was too long, her spine can't support that much distance with that little support! She shivered again at the weird feeling and took a deep breath as she felt her spine branching inside of her! She was growing new ribs, causing her chest to lengthen! This gave her torso more support, allowing her to once again stand up off the table- though she was wobbly and was forced to lean over at a hazardous angle. At this point even if she could stand completely straight, she would hit her head on the roof. At this point her pants were around her thighs to give her tail enough room, and there was about three feet of torso her shirt could not cover. Constance stumbled a bit when the strength seems to drain from her feet! Her Achilles tendon seems to become much more slack than it should be, and when she looks down she can see her feet are shrinking and seem to be losing their definition. Rather than simply get smaller they almost looked like they were melting- their form becoming less defined, like a mass of flesh that just resembled the shape of a foot, instead than an actual foot. In looking down she also noticed her fingernails were gone from her hands as well- she may very well lose those next. Ghost's don't have any limbs. The nails just became softer and softer till they joined into the flesh around them, and then the indentation they grew in popped back out; smooth. The skin all over her body was starting to take on a very slight blue hue. Her tail was considerably further ahead though. Now so large that she used it to sweep furniture to the side of the room in frustration of lack of space. The flesh of her tail started to look very veiny and then she could see the muscle swell up, scrunch up, and then stretch out with the tail over and over... THROUGH the skin. Ghost Leviathan get their name because they look spectral- they live in regions where the sunlight never touches, and thus have absolutely no need of skin pigmentation. Their skin is transparent! Constance blushed and gasped a bit in confusion as her nipples felt very tight, and then her breasts themselves, and then all the pleasure nerves within were suddenly tugged on! She watched her shirt rise up in front of her and the fabric pull tight across her breasts as they expanded! Well that was odd... Ghost's definitely do not even have breasts. Constance tried to pull her shirt up but the fabric was wrapped around her breasts too tightly- trying to pull it up also pulled her boobs up! They were still growing! She seen her breasts start to look veiny as well through her stretching collar. Then suddenly a hair-thick glowing line streaked down her left boob! A few moments later a streak appeared on the right, and the left one faded away. Then a few moments later the right one faded. The shirt was starting to make it harder to breathe! Then suddenly her chest gave several dull pops and her chest itself started to expand- or at least tried to. Barely able to breathe now, she staggered back and fell to the floor trying to get to a shelf, but her legs were still getting weaker and less developed looking, so she could no longer stand. Luckily the shelf was low enough and her body long enough that she could still grab the knife off it from the floor. The second the knife blade touched her top- it was so pressurized that her shirt popped like a balloon! Her breasts erupted from her top, yanking out from her and away from one another from pressure, then flopped to either side before bouncing back in against each other. The skin of her boobs was turning translucent now too, and so she could see their insides starting to regress and simplify as well. Ghost do not have breasts, so her breasts are devolving but her human traits had already instigated the growth in the form of the Ghost genes. So, that means she will still have boobs even if she turned full leviathan- but they won't actually be boobs. They just look like breasts; they no longer function as breasts. She was forced to breathe deep as her lungs expanded tremendously. Her heart grew, making its beating sound loud in her ears. Her chest expanded tremendously, making it look almost comically large compared to the rest of her. This also caused the base of her breasts to stretch wider, making them more half-sphere in shape rather than tear-drop. Her nipples and areola stretched out of existence, but her nipples themselves were still very much visible, even though they did not even exist as nipples anymore. The streaks of light she seen pulse across their surface before was her body starting to produce luciferin! Ghost's have pale orange bioluminescent spots all over their body, and sometimes you will see thin streaks of it as the body produces more and sends the glow to the gathering points. Constance has two brightly glowing dots on the fronts of her 'breasts', exactly where her nipples formerly were! Constance's poor legs were looking more like tapered noodles. Her feet no longer had any definition at all and her legs were regressing back into her body, becoming more narrow toward the end as they got shorter and smaller. Her fingers were getting shorter now too and her arms felt very weak, to the point where just holding them up felt like a strain. She dropped the knife to the floor. She would not need it to remove her pants anyway- her tail kept growing and pushing the pants down and soon there won't be any legs to put into them anyway. She let out a loud moan as the horns on her head started to surge in size, but because of her expanded chest and lungs her moan sounded more like a strained roar! The horns grew straight out, and started to stretch wider. They covered her temples entirely and started to pull across her head. Inside of them, the bone was actually a relatively thin frame, the body of these protrusions was filled in with cartilage. Her skull started to expand, stretching larger backwards and forward, causing her face to look stretched a bit. Then it started to stretch only forward, pulling her face out. Her moans and groans started to sound hollow and louder than she intended. As her jaws expanded her teeth grew into large, long fangs, which caused her jaws to be pushed further apart- and the hinge to grow longer. New teeth grew in equally as sharp, but much shorter and wide toward the back. All the long fangs are toward the front only- meant for tearing, then the shorter ones in the back are for actually chewing and crushing bones. As her face stretched, the skin became more translucent; the pigmentation being stretched out of existence. A bubble appeared on her chin as her face stretched and then rapidly grew longer. It started to glow vibrantly, but unlike the other bioluminescent spots on the body, this glows a blue-white. This chin-thorn is lit up in more inviting shades, because it is used as a lure for dumber prey. Her mouth became tall and narrow like the Ghosts, and because of the skin becoming translucent, you could see the light from the other side of her head, through her cheeks. The now flat, broad 'horns' on her head grew so large that it looked like she has plane wings growing out of her skull! As they grew still larger her skull let out several loud, hollow pops from being stretched, and several opening appeared in her skull! The skin over them indented, but then swelled outward from inner growth. Her brain hurt as it struggled to accept input from the new perception. The four swelling areas split open to reveal four new eyeballs! Two on the outer side of her originals, and then two above her originals! The skin ridge that had formed up her forehead before now traveled across the entire skull, splitting her hairline in half and stretched out into a sail-like fin. The head fin has a cartilage frame and loose translucent skin only- no bones. The 'horns' formed into the Ghost's cephalofoil- just like on the head of a hammerhead shark- except that there is no eyes on it, just two dots of bioluminescence to act as false, decoy-eyes. The cephalofoil can be used to smash larger prey into submission before biting into it, but they are also used to butt heads with other Ghosts as part of their mating habits. Poor Constance was having a hard time breathing now, her method of respiration starting to distort to an aquatic breed, but that meant she would suffocate in her own base. Her voice was hollow and strained to still speak English. "Computer... flood this section of... the lab." [I cannot comply. Doing so would damage valuable biological samples and Alterra equipment.] Constance let out a very authentic roar in anger. The computer would gladly let her die- it only weighs cost by monetary value- and she isn't worth much. Constance's tail became to long that it was starting to coil around the entire room and back in on itself! It was so large at the base that it shoved her anus forward and fused it into her vulva- stretching both into a cloacal slit across where her torso ends and tail begins. Unlike creatures on Earth with a serpentine form, this meant the cloaca was extremely high up on the overall body. On a snake, most of its form is torso with relatively small tail, but on a Ghost most of it is tail with a relatively small body. The massive expansion of her chest started to extend down across her midriff and meet her tail. As soon as it did, her body once against stretched even longer, growing past her pelvis which regressed into nothing inside of her, leaving the remnants of her legs to now be free-floating. The denser, inner body of a Ghost is too thick to see through, so you cannot see its organs through the muscle tissue, you can only see through its outer flesh, making it look like it has a transparent cloak of flesh around its actual body. The skin has a blue hue to it, but because the bioluminescence is orange, the light mixes with the inherent coloration to give it a sort of seafoam-green look. The muscle ribbing on its translucent outer carapace catches the glow of the bioluminescence, making it much more visible than the rest. Her eyes filled with it, causing them to glow pale orange as well, making it impossible to see her iris or pupil past the glow they throw off. Her fingers were nothing more than little bumps on the ends of her devolving arms. As the strength drained from her regressing limbs they started to pull in half! Looking almost like they were made of liquid for a moment, her arms pulled in half, giving her four of the near-useless limbs. Her back muscles tensed and compacted, pulling them further back along with her useless noodle-legs. Without actually being able to see what they looked like behind her, Constance realized they had turned into the six fins on the back of a Ghost's body. They are too small and feeble to help propel it in any way, and only serve as a minor aid in steering itself. They trail a dull blue glow sometimes when swimming- this is excess bioluminescence and a pheromone signal to indicate to other Ghosts that they are currently hunting- so stay away. Constance was breathing heavily- barely able to actually filter any air properly... she turned into a full Ghost Leviathan, she was only getting bigger at this point, forcing her to curl up on herself more and more in the confined space, while her former furniture and equipment burst between her and the floor from the pressure of her increasing weight. If she didn't get crushed to death from a lack of room, she will suffocate soon thanks to her wretched computer not being programmed with empathy. Suddenly several tall fangs erupted through the hull of her base over her head! Oh shit, third option- she gets eaten because her base is under attack and she has no way of defending it! The jaws crushed a section of the metal in on itself, released and then it rammed the hull, crushing in an even larger section of it. Constance looked out through the gaps and seen the glow of another Ghost. Wait. Why would a Ghost Leviathan come this far into the ocean shallows?! It isn't here to attack her base- it heard her roar earlier! It thinks she is one of its own; the ghost is trying to break her out of this metal cocoon! Once the hole it made was large enough, she hooked the edges of her cephalofoil on it and yanked herself out by her head, since she no longer has any limbs. Once the air escaped her base in huge bubbles, the metal started to curl back into itself and electrical pulses disburse into the water around it- the base slowly being destroyed by implosion thanks to water pressure- also destroying her damned computer. Constance looked at the other Ghost Leviathan, not sure what to do or say, since she doesn't speak ghost. It made a sort of hissing-rattle sound, almost like a sigh and then slithered around to swim back into the darker depths. Constance had no idea what to do, so she just followed him. Even when she stopped growing she was unusually small for an adult Ghost- which can be up to 107 meters long- and she still has two large, broad bubbles of translucent skin that used to be her breasts on her chest. That seemed to be the last remnant of human traits though other than her brain. Well. Looks like her research as shifted a bit- now she is going to study the lifecycle and habits of Ghost Leviathan. When in Rome...

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Title: The Fugetive by Stinkdog Tags: Anal, Fox, M/M, Oral, Revenge, Rottweiler, Shower, Tiger, Violence (Not In Yiff) Devon yawned as he rested his head on his fists. The fox's elbows were propped on his desk as he sat in the midst of his fellow students. The professor at the head of the class was known for his long, drawn out lectures and Devon was feeling the brunt of this one. He knew that taking this class this late in the day was a bad decision. He should have listened to Roger. As the mouse at the head of class prattled on about the importance of René Descartes' argument for the existence of God, Devon's mind started to wander. It had been an interesting first year at the university. Between all of the classes and assignments, there were sports, none of which Devon was particularly good at, and clubs to join. At least the people here weren't crazy like at his previous school. College sure was different than High School. The fox abruptly came back to reality as the professor's ruler struck the front of his desk. The mouse looked down at the fox disapprovingly. "Mr. Phelps, care to tell me why Descartes' argument is flawed?" The professor was a much more imposing sight than his small frame made him out to be. Devon gulped and glanced at the board. The writing was impossible to read; scrawled chicken scratch marred the face of the blackboard like a white stain. It was a wonder anyone could take notes in this class. "Uh," Devon cleared his throat. "That is to say..." The fox's brain was frantically trying to remember the text book he had read the night before and Devon felt himself starting to sweat. He looked down at his notebook and saw it. "Descartes' argument is flawed because he assumes too much. From 'I exist' to 'God exists' is too big of a jump for conventional philosophy." The fox sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest; smiling as the mouse blinked at him for a moment. "Er... yes. Correct." his stride was clearly broken. "Anyway, class, what was I saying?" "Page 186, professor." A mink at the back of the class spoke up. "Ah yes. Well as we can see from illustration A: Descartes' main point was to get across the existence of God to the common layman," The mouse strode proudly back to his own desk. "But as Mr. Phelps just brought up, Descartes makes too big of a jump between 'I think; therefore I exist' to 'I think; therefore God must exist as well.'" When the class was over, Devon walked from the classroom in a herd with all of the other students. The fox yawned again tiredly. He really needed a shower and some caffeine. "Hey Dev!" The fox turned around to see who called him. A chubby raccoon was rushing towards him. "Hey, Kal. What's up?" Devon was desperately trying to stay awake. "Don't you remember? You promised you'd help me finish my art history project!" Devon mentally slapped himself. "I'm so sorry! I totally forgot. I don't even have any of the books with me." "That's ok man we won't need the books. It's in here and I just need to take some photos of you." The Raccoon pushed the fox into room 128. The room was empty save a rather shoddily made wolf suit. "Er, Kal?" Devon asked. "What the fuck is this?" "You put this on." The raccoon said as he pushed the wolf suit into Devon's arms. "Dude, seriously, what are you doing your project on?" Devon held up the suit in front of him awkwardly. "The many themes of the wolf in Hairless-Ape art history." Kal responded. "You're so going to fail, man." Devon smirked. "No I'm not! Especially if you put the suit on and stop being a nancy bitch." The raccoon winked and stuck out his tongue. "Well I'm not the one who's going out with a guy twice my age, princess." Devon said mockingly as he slipped his feet into the costume and pulled it up the rest of his body. "Ha, ha very funny." Kal picked up a digital camera. "I'll have you know that Bruce isn't twice my age, he's only eleven years older than me." "Some difference," Devon chuckled and made a mock gagging noise as he put the head of the suit on. "How do I look?" He asked sarcastically. The raccoon giggled. "Like an ugly gay wolf on Prozac. In other words, perfect for my project. Now get down on all fours, strike your most vicious pose, and hold it." Mike walked towards the dreary building as students streamed out of it. It was a dark grey stone building with three stories; set apart from the rest of the campus, which was very much less depressing. Ivy crawled up the walls of the gray, old building and much of the lawn around the class hall was overgrown and encroaching on the walkways and walls. He was right on time. The rottweiler hesitated; a lump lodged in his throat. God damn it... He wiped the tears that fell from his eyes, but they still stained his cheeks. What the fuck was wrong with him? He never had this much trouble dealing with someone before. The canine sniffed slightly as he approached a parked car outside of the building. He looked at the tiger mouthing the words to some song inside before rapping his knuckles against the window. The tiger looked at him and then rolled down the window. "Hey man, are you okay?" The feline asked. "Is this Watkins Hall?" Mike asked back. "Er... yeah; yeah it is. It's the only building on campus that looks gloomy all of the time." The tiger grinned foolishly. "Thanks... See you in the next life." Mike looked back up at the building and took a deep breath; putting his hand on the handle of the knife in his pocket. The fox was going to pay for what he did. The canine entered the building; his face now a mask of determination. Mike's nose twitched. Devon was definitely in here. As the canine walked through the crowd of students he looked closely at each one, trying to spot his target amongst the throng. He strode passed room 128 as a raccoon pushed another fur in and closed the door. Mike didn't catch a glimpse of the fur with the raccoon so he looked through the window. Just a raccoon taking pictures of an ugly wolf he thought to himself before continuing to the second floor. Roger sat in his car looking out at the drab Watkins Hall. Devon was due out of it at any minute. The muscular tiger thrummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the song on the radio. It was one of his favorites. As Roger mouthed the words to the chorus for the second time, a tap came on his window. The tiger turned down the stereo and looked out to see a rather handsome rottweiler peeking into his car. The rottie's face was sad, however and his cheeks were stained with tears. The tiger rolled down the window a crack. "Hey man, are you okay?" he asked. "Is this Watkins Hall?" The rottie asked in return. "Er... yeah; yeah it is. It's the only building on campus that looks gloomy all of the time." He grinned at the rottie, trying to cheer him up a bit. "Thanks, man... See you in the next life." The canine smiled weakly as he walked off towards the doors of the hall. Roger watched the grief stricken dog for only a few minutes until the song hit the chorus again and he once again grooved to the tune of "Lover Boy" in the privacy of his own car. A few minutes later, Devon opened the passenger side door. "You're late." Roger said, smiling. "And you were early." Devon shot back. Roger held up his hands in mock defeat. "Hey, hey Guilty as charged. So where are we going now, foxie?" "I need to take a shower and relax after that," Devon's ears drooped. "God I hate that class." The tiger rubbed the top of Devon's head playfully. "Aw... well I know a place that has a nice warm shower. It's a big shower too." Devon giggled. "Oh really? And where's that, Mr. Tiger?" "My place, of course, cheeky foxie." Roger grinned as the car pulled out of the parking lot. Roger's apartment was only fifteen minutes away from the campus and traffic wasn't nearly as bad as it should have been. All of the while, Devon found himself staring out of the window; lost in thought. There were some things he wanted to tell Roger, but he didn't know how to say it. He couldn't just up and say, By the way, Roger, my last boyfriend raped me, so I stabbed him in the gut with a screwdriver. I hope you don't mind. Devon knew that Mike was still out there somewhere and that he was probably looking for revenge. The fox hated running, he hated being a fugitive, but he didn't really have a choice at this point. Hopefully he had made the right move in falling in love with a police officer. "So what did you do in class today?" Roger asked; trying to get Devon's mind in the now, rather than in the clouds. "Ugh," Devon sighed. "It was the same old crap. 'How do you prove that god exists without sounding like a colossal ass?'" Roger laughed. The fox sighed again. "Well you did want to get rid of core classes this year and Philosophy is one of them." The tiger rubbed Devon's thigh. "You'll make it through, foxie." "I hope you're right." Devon sighed again and went back to looking out the window. As the car pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex; it started to rain. The two furs quickly darted inside to escape the furious downpour that suddenly dropped on the small town. Inside Roger's apartment, Devon flicked on the radio, "And meteorologists suspect that we will be getting at least ten inches of rainfall before the week is out." The fox sighed again and pulled his shirt over his head. He felt strong, bare arms circle his torso; making him smile for the first time that day. "Hey tiger," he said. "Hey foxie," Roger responded; hugging the smaller canine to his burly chest. "You want some company in there?" Devon smiled again. "Sure." He turned around in his lover's arms and pressed his lips against the tiger's as Roger's arms fell about the fox's waist; squeezing the slender vulpine's rear with his large paws. Slowly Roger's fingers slipped under the fabric around Devon's waist and urged the cloth downwards; letting gravity take over after the pants passed the fox's round rump. The feline's tongue crept into the vulpine's muzzle and lightly massaged Devon's tongue. The fox murred softly as he unbuckled Roger's belt and slipped the tiger's pants off; his paws running through Roger's soft belly and chest fur. Devon broke the kiss and walked into the bathroom; pulling the big cat after him. Roger started the water as the fox slipped out of his boxers; closing the door behind them. "In other news, a rottweiler named Mike Stonewell evaded police custody for a second time today. Police are urging the public to come to them with any information they have on the fugitive canine. The authorities have not made clear what they intend to do with Mr. Stonewell, but the assumption is that they are looking to question him about the unexplained bout of murders that have taken place recently. This is Serena Davis for WRXI radio signing off." It was impossible for the two lovers to hear the radio from the bathroom, especially after Devon turned the shower on. Roger's rough feline tongue dragged along Devon's soft neck fur as the fox unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his slender legs. The fox lifted the tiger's white muscle-shirt over the larger feline's head as the big cat dropped his running shorts to the floor. His sheath was already very plump from arousal; a slight red tip peeking from within. Devon murred softly at the sight of his muscular boyfriend in the nude as he slipped his white briefs off and stepped into the shower with a beckoning wink. Roger practically leaped into the shower; grabbing the fox around the waist from behind and pulling the smaller canine into him lovingly. Devon soaped up his chest and leaned into the big cat behind him; sighing happily. "I love you," Roger whispered into the fox's ear. "I love you too," Devon whispered back as he handed the bar of soap to the tiger. "Could you scrub my back for me, Tiger?" Roger took the soap and worked up a lather in his paws before scratching down the fox's back; making Devon shiver with delight. The fox's tail rose slightly at the feel of talented paws on his stiff muscles. He murred happily as the tiger's paws massaged lower; rubbing over his rump slowly and squeezing the round cheeks. A finger dipped between them and teased the fox's tailhole quickly before the paws returned to massaging Devon's shoulders. "You big tease." Devon said as he turned around to rinse off his back. The fox lowered his lips to one of Roger's nipples, sucking gently on the nub of flesh before dragging his tongue down the tiger's chest and belly. The fox was greeted by a stiff, dripping feline cock; throbbing slightly from the tiger's arousal. The fox swallowed the tip; lovingly sucking and rolling his tongue around the slit in the crown. Roger moaned loudly and grabbed the metal bar in the shower to keep himself standing. His other paw gripped the back of Devon's head and squeezed gently. The fox's lips slid down the thick cock slowly; tasting the feline's salty precum as it spurted from the throbbing member in his muzzle. Devon murred around the erection; vibrating it against his tongue as he swallowed the entire staff to the hilt. Roger panted hotly and groaned even louder; trying to hold back the climax that was rapidly approaching. The tiger snarled as he felt Devon suck harder; starting to thrust his meaty cock deeper into the fox's throat. The vulpine grinned to himself and reached up to tweak a nipple as his tongue swirled around the hot rod in his muzzle. The tiger above him purred and whimpered at the same time; desperately attempting to make the pleasure last for as long as possible, but it was clear it was a losing battle. Devon felt the balls against his chin rising towards the feline's crotch and he knew that the cat would be exploding soon. The fox grinned again around the mammoth erection and slowly sucked back up to the tip; teasing the slit quickly with his tongue before letting the meaty stick pop from his mouth. Roger panted heavily; trying to regain his breath. "That was- whew!" he stammered. Devon smiled and winked as he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower; his own fox cock hard and dripping. "I don't want you erupting just yet; that's for later." Roger whimpered softly. "No complaints!" Devon smirked as he rubbed himself down with a towel. "You'll be happy afterwards, believe me." Roger twisted his face into a mock expression of misery as he slinked out of the shower and got a towel in the nose. "Cut that out, you big sissy." Devon was grinning. "A big sissy, am I?" Roger growled through his smiling teeth. "I'll show you, you ungrateful tease!" The tiger pounced; pushing the smaller canine into the door and lifting him up by the legs. "My, my how forceful!" Devon was still grinning. "You know just how to push my buttons." The fox reached out his muzzle and kissed the large feline on the nose. The tiger carried Devon into the bedroom; their lips still locked in passion as he gently lowered the fox to the bed under him. Devon rolled his tongue around Roger's mouth; the tiger's large cock poking at his rump cheeks incessantly. The fox grinned and spread his legs slightly as he reached over to the nightstand for some lube. Roger was a big boy after all. Roger was already trying to force his erection into Devon's practically virgin tailhole; making the fox grit his teeth cry out suddenly in discomfort. "Hey! Go easy, big guy!" Devon pulled himself off of the mammoth tiger cock. "I guess teasing you in the shower wasn't a good idea." The fox grinned and pushed the bottle of lube into Roger's hand. "Maybe that'll teach you not to be a tease in the future, foxie." Roger grinned as he poured a copious amount of the lubricant on his throbbing erection. Devon lifted his legs for the larger tiger and shivered as Roger gently pushed two lubed fingers into the fox's small entrance. The fox groaned and clenched his teeth; trying to relax his rear as the fingers pushed all of the way in to the hilt. Roger wiggled them a little inside his lover's passage and watched the fox squirm in pleasure. The tiger suddenly pulled the fingers out and readied his member. He leaned into Devon; pressing the tip of his dripping erection into the fox's tight entrance. Devon gritted his teeth and forced himself to loosen up as the thick tiger meat stretched him wide open. The tiger gasped at the feel of the tight ring sliding over his throbbing cock and gripped the fox's shoulders tightly with both hands as he forced more of his large pole into the clinging passage. The canine moaned in pleasure as the large head of his lover's cock pushed passed his prostate; sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. The tiger above him sighed happily as his cock hilted fully inside his slender lover's tight rear end. Both creatures stopped to catch their breath. "How're you doing?" Roger asked, panting slightly from the clenching of the fox's rectum. "F-fine." Devon responded; the throbbing of Roger's cock against his prostate making him shudder in pleasure. The feline grunted as he pulled out to the tip and pushed his meaty erection back into the quivering tailhole. The fox gasped and moaned loudly; his own throbbing member firing a single spurt of precum onto his belly as the tiger hilted in him again. Roger panted heavily as he began to thrust in earnest, pushing his thick cock in and out of the tight; clinging hole. Devon whimpered and moaned in ecstasy; trying to push back to meet his lover's hard thrusts. The tiger growled and dug his claws into the smaller canine's shoulders as he sped up his thrusting. He could feel his climax approaching quickly, but he wanted to hold out for more. The fox clenched his tailhole harder around the throbbing tiger cock inside him; his own throbbing member fully hardened, knot and all. Devon could feel the familiar itch in his groin that meant orgasm. Roger's cock pushed at the fox's prostate; trying to embed itself as deep as possible into the hot, clenching hole. Suddenly, Devon's tailhole clamped down hard on the thrusting erection; making Roger cry out in pleasure as the fox cock between them erupted; spewing thick jets of white, creamy seed onto Devon's chest and belly. The tiger soon followed, exploding inside his lover and whitewashing the fox's inner walls with his thick, musky tiger cream. Both creatures shuddered in unison for a moment before collapsing onto each other; both panting heavily. Roger licked Devon's nose. "That was wonderful, foxie." The tiger grinned as his cock quickly softened and slid out of Devon's rear. "You're telling me, stud." Devon panted. "Wow..." Roger kissed the fox on the nose and rolled off of him; hugging the smaller fur tightly. "I love you, Devon." He said. "Me too." The fox responded as he hugged the tiger back. "Dev?" Roger asked. "Yeah?" Devon looked at the big cat next to him. "Did you have any, you know, lovers before me?" Roger seemed genuinely curious. "Well, yeah, just one." Devon sighed and put an arm behind his head. "His name was Mike." Mike stopped in his tracks when he heard the footsteps behind him. Shit he thought. They couldn't have gotten here that fast. The Rottweiler turned around just in time to see a police dog in full uniform jogging up the stairs. The Doberman immediately pulled out his sidearm. "Freeze!" the canine yelled. Mike sighed. "I'm having a really bad day, man. Why don't you put the gun away and let me go about my business?" The kneeling Doberman cocked his pistol. "I'm afraid I can't do that, sir. Please drop your weapon and come quietly or I will open fire!" Mike shrugged as he slowly stepped backwards. "So open fire." There was a window no more than five feet from him. If he could just get a little bit closer he would be home free. "I dare you, dog. Open fire." The police dog didn't move. He kept his eyes on the slowly retreating canine. The Doberman spoke again, "Do not take another step, sir or I'll pull this trigger." Mike gritted his teeth and decided to press his luck. As his foot touched the ground behind him, a shot rang out. The fugitive froze and winced, but didn't feel any pain. "That was a warning shot. Now put down your weapon and come with me to the station." The Doberman cocked his revolver a second time. Damn it. Mike was still three feet from his dramatic exit. "Fine." He said as he slowly put his hand in his pocket; his other paw rising high above his head. "I'm just dropping my weapon." The cold hilt of the knife cut through his fur as he pulled it out and dropped it on the floor. The dog still didn't move and Mike could hear the footsteps of more officers approaching. "Please step forward slowly and turn around, sir." The Doberman moved a paw from the revolver to his belt; unhooking the handcuffs there as Mike walked forward three steps and turned around. "Is this close enough?" He asked; paws still lifted above his head. "Please step backward, sir." "Sorry, this is as good as you're gonna get." Mike concentrated on the window, listening for the sound of the dog moving behind him. There was the jingle of the cuffs. It was now or never. Mike quickly turned and his fist planted itself square in the dog's jaw. The Doberman grunted as he flew backwards; his gun clattering to the floor. Mike smirked and picked up the firearm; pocketing it. The Rottweiler looked back at the window and took off down the hallway as three other police dogs ran up the stairs; opening fire. Students and professors behind the police guarding the front door gasped as they heard gunfire erupt from the building. The Rottweiler ran as fast as he could towards the window; leaping at the glass with his shoulder pushed forwards. There was a crack and a shattering sound as the fragile glass gave way to the muscular canine's physique. Yes! Mike thought to himself as he flew through the newly created hole. His excitement was short lived as a familiar feeling crept across his right side; leaving behind wetness and searing pain. Fuck... The canine started to fall as metal projectiles whizzed passed his ears. The ground loomed dangerously close very quickly. Land on your feet and roll! Mike told himself as one of his paws instinctively clutched his bleeding ribs. Feet touched the ground, quickly followed by the rest of the fugitive. It was all he could do not to cry out from the pain that gripped him. He bit his lip; forcing himself to his feet as he shakily started to run across the campus. The police dogs darted to the window, firing down at the running Rottweiler below. "We lost him, sir." The Doberman sighed to his superior as he slowly recovered from the blow. "Yes you did, Charles." The Dalmatian clicked on his radio. "Anderson, send in the clean up crew. No. No, he's gone already. Listen, I want four detachments sent out immediately to pursue and capture the suspect." Mike pushed his way passed bushes and climbed over fences in his mad dash to get away. He had to do something to stop the bleeding or else it would be easy for them to track him. The Rottweiler turned left into some fur's back yard; ripping a sheet off of the clothesline. The canine crouched in the bushes; ripping the fabric into long strips, which he lashed around his torso in a feeble attempt to bandage himself. Mike left the extra fabric on the ground as he continued running. A phonebook, he thought. That's what he needed to find. If he had a phonebook, he could look up where Devon lived. There was another house on his left. This one looked empty. There were no cars in the driveway and no lights on inside. The Rottweiler slowly crept up to the house as the clouds above started to drip on him. At least the rain would dampen his scent. The canine made his way cautiously to the back door of the small house; placing his paw on the handle. He took a breath and twisted hard; making the door fly open and almost off its hinges. Strange, he thought. The house was indeed empty, and Mike quickly found a phonebook. He grabbed it and some painkillers before he left the house. When he was about a block away, Mike opened the phone book. It wasn't hard to find Devon Phelps. The Rottweiler winced as his right side throbbed in pain. He swallowed a painkiller. It was a long walk to Devon's apartment building and, by now, the rain had truly started to come down in torrents. After forty minutes, Mike finally found the building. He was shivering from the cold and his wound had been throbbing for the last mile. The canine opened the door to the building and walked in. There was a mouse behind the reception desk. Mike walked up to her as casually as he could. "Could I have the spare key to apartment 5B, please?" The Rottweiler was having trouble thinking straight. "Are you related or visiting the persons who live there, sir?" The receptionist asked. "I'm visiting them." Mike panted heavily. It must have been from the blood loss. "I'll call them to check, sir." The mouse picked up a phone and pressed a button as Mike watched her warily; making sure that she hadn't dialed 9-1-1. "There is no response, but I'll let you have the key anyway." The receptionist pulled out a folder from under her desk and pushed it towards the Rottweiler. "I'll need you to sign here please. Make sure to check out when you leave, sir." Mike signed a fake name and took the key from the mouse. "Thank you, miss." He said as he shakily walked towards the elevator. Roger awoke to the sound of a key in the lock. He nudged Devon and the two quickly dressed. The tiger moved to the nightstand; opening it and pulling out his police issue firearm, cocking the gun and removing the safety. Devon grabbed his metal baseball bat and hid on one side of the door. Roger just stood in the middle of the room; waiting for the door to open. The knob turned and the door swung inwards, a figure rolling inside with little trouble. "Don't move another inch." Roger said as he turned on a light; his gun pointed right at the Rottweiler's head. Mike stopped where he was as he saw the tiger. This was unexpected. "Mike!?" Devon asked after his eyes adjusted to the now bright room. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I came to get you back," he responded. "I came to repay you for what you did to me." Devon scoffed. "What did you expect me to do!? You mounted me against my will." Roger picked up his police radio; turning it on. "This is officer Bartlet reporting a break in. Address 352 Kensington Drive, apartment 5B. I'd like backup, the perp is armed and probably dangerous." "You're dating a fucking cop now, Dev?" Mike sneered, "That's rich. What are you, scared that I might come back for you?" "No, Mike, I don't use people like you do." Devon took a step closer, brandishing the bat. "Devon, get back." Roger told the fox, but Devon didn't appear to be listening. "You stabbed me, you little bitch." Mike stood up. He was a full two heads taller than the fox. "You raped me, you sick arrogant fuckhead." Devon lifted his bat higher as he took another step closer. Roger lifted his gun at Mike. "Devon! Get the fuck back, for the love of god!" Devon took another step forward, ignoring Roger. He wanted to beat the sneer off the Rottweiler's face. Mike cocked his own gun and pointed it at Devon. "You should've listened to your boyfriend, fox." The police officers running up the stairs heard the shots from the third floor. The receptionist behind her desk heard the shots from the lobby. Devon dropped the bat, staggering backwards, his face contorted in a mask of surprise and fear. His back hit the wall and he slowly sank to the floor, breathing in ragged breaths. Roger slumped down the opposite wall; bleeding from his stomach. Mike lay dead on the ground; a bullet hole in his forehead. "I told you to back off..." Roger was saying. As the cops burst through the door, Devon reached for the phone; quickly calling an ambulance. The Dalmatian in the lead rushed over to the tiger; lifting his feet upwards. "Roger," Devon was choking on his words as he rushed to the tiger's side. "I'm sorry, I-" "I know." Roger said. "This is your prize for playing a risky game. I'll try to hold on, but if I go, know that I don't blame you." Devon leaned into his lover; crying as the paramedics flooded into the room and carried Roger away on a stretcher. The police took Devon to the station, where he relayed all that had happened after mike broke into the room. They told him about the three murders the Rottweiler committed while apparently trying to track him down. When the questions were over, they gave the fox a lift to the emergency room, where he sat, waiting for news. The room was white and drab; smelling of plastic and air fresheners. Devon hated hospitals. It was nearly five in the morning when someone shook Devon's shoulder. The fox woke abruptly and looked up at the wolf expectantly. The doctor was looking at a clipboard with a serious look on his face. Without saying a word, the other canine removed a piece of paper from the clipboard and handed it to the fox before leaving down the hallway. Devon read it with tears in his eyes. "To whom it may concern. The following is a notice of hospital proceedings dictating eligible visitors and visiting hours. If you are not related to or civilly bound to the person admitted, you may not stay in the hospital beyond nine o clock pm." Devon slowly stood and crumpled the piece of paper into a ball; throwing it into a garbage can as he walked out of the building. The fox hailed a cab and took it back to the apartment. The clean up crew had done a good job. The apartment looked no different than before Mike broke in. Devon looked around sadly, grabbing the television remote and flicking the tube on. The fox didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but when he woke up, sunlight was filtering through the blinds and someone was knocking. Devon sighed and rubbed his eyes sleepily as he got up. The fox took his time turning off the TV and washing his face in the bathroom before finally going to open the door. "Hey, foxie." It was Roger. The tiger was in crutches, but he was alive and Devon was overwhelmed with joy. The fox hugged the bigger cat around the waist and pulled him gently into the apartment. "I thought I'd never see you again." He said, sitting Roger down in the cat's favorite chair. "I'm stronger than I look." Roger replied, smiling. "The police chief says it was justifiable self defense, so I don't have to worry about getting arrested." Devon smiled and kissed the tiger on the nose. "I'm just glad to see you again. Is there anything I can get you? Milk? Tea? Coffee?" The fox walked into the kitchen. "Hmm. A blowjob would be nice," Roger said jokingly. "But the doctor tells me I shouldn't strain myself, so for now, tea is fine." Devon gladly obliged; putting the kettle on the stove. "I'm glad to have you back, Tiger." The fox said. "I won't do anything stupid like that again." "I'm glad, foxie," Roger responded, "And I forgive you." "Thanks, love." Devon smiled to himself. His past couldn't hurt him any more. There was no more reason to run. He was finally free. End

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Title: No Longer Alone by Ciriaxis Draconis Tags: Age Play, Anal, Deep Penetration, Dragon, Gay, M/M, Oral, Riding, Rimming, Spooge Disclaimer: You've had enough of these I suppose =). Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome. Enjoy! No Longer Alone Running through the alleys, a young dragon scampered through the claustrophobic walls, breathing heavily as angry, hostile beasts lingered seconds behind. In panic, the young dragon tripped over a pile of trash, and landed face first onto the dirt ground. The dragon felt warm liquid trickling down the side of his head as he turned around and slowly stood up, wings spread. "Ya can't fly away ya shit brick!" one of the rascals bellowed. About 6 dragons stood a few meters away from the younger one, all wearing cloth headbands around their head and tattered clothing. "You owe us something, Djimak. We ain't dumb, ya? So save us the hassle in turning you into dog meat and give us what you have" the bigger one snarled. The young dragon hesitated and slowly backed into a barbed fence behind him. "N'where to go ya? I guess we beat tha shit outta this bitch." Another rascal said. --- Ariph sauntered dejectedly on the dirt road towards his home. His enormous, muscular stature stood him out like a sore thumb in his village of anthropomorphic dragons. The sunlight beamed down upon Ariph's shiny jet scales as he strolled topless through the crowd. Previously being a Tsutemi warrior during the Elemental War, Ariph still had bright, silver markings across his muscular pecs, arms, and wings, as well as across the side of his face, towards his dragon beard under maw. His emerald eyes stared dolefully in the air, with two ivory horns pointed behind his head. The tall, well-built black dragon only wore his loin garb through the summer days, decorated with his war medals from his past and a serrated bastard sword attached to his hip. Ariph's thick tail swayed slowly as he ambled through the village. His thoughts seemed lost in the ocean of memories, too large to search what he was looking for. Ayria, his previous mate, had admitted to loving another dragon and painfully said goodbye to her boyfriend. Ariph was appreciated the fact that she had admitted to love another dragon and did not hide it. As long as she was happy, he was as well. However, the large dragon still felt deeply empty inside as he was prepared to court with his mate in marriage. Once pushing his emotions aside, Ariph snapped awake and noticed he had accidentally strolled into a secluded alley. Turning around, he heard some growling and foul language deep within the alley. Curious, Ariph jogged deeper into the alley to find 7 dragons, one of them younger than the rest. The younger one was cornered, using his blue-scaled arms to shield from the attacking rascals. "Hey!" Ariph yelled, his voice deep and intimindating, "leave him alone. Don't you have productive things to do with your filthy lives?" The rascal dragons turned around and stared at the huge spectacle ahead of them. "What are you going to do huh? Eat us?" one of them said. Ariph drew his blade swiftly, slashing from left to right then holding the sword firmly with his right paw horizontally in the air. The quick slash sent a gust of wind and dust upon the rascals, their clothes blowing in the direction of the wind. A second later, the sharp sound of the breeze echoed across the alley as the stunned dragons stared in horror. "Leave now, or you will surely return to your homes in more pieces than one." Ariph growled. The rascals quickly dashed in fear out of the alley, passing the stern-looking Ariph along the way. The black dragon sheathed his sword and slowly approached the younger, shivering dragon on the ground. The young dragon looked malnutrition and mistreated, even though his body was mostly covered in mesmerizing sapphire scales. Blood trickled down the sides of his head, dripping down his lower jaw. Djimak's saffron eyes sparkled in tears as he gazed deeply at his savior. Living on the streets for years, the young dragon was forced to manage for himself, and developed well-toned muscles all over his body, but nothing compared to the buff dragon that stood above him. Djimak's wings were still fully spread in defence, as the sunlight brightened the violet color of the leathery organ. His chest and stomach scales were of a lighter shade of blue compared to the rest of his body. Djimak slowly stood up, his tattered loin garb hanging below his waist. "Th...thank you kind sir for saving my life," he whispered. Ariph smiled. "It is my duty as an ex-warrior. Please be careful next time." Ariph turned around and folding his silver-lined wings behind his back. "Wa...wait! Please...don't go." Ariph turned around. He frowned as he saw small tears running down the young dragon's cheeks. It was then when Ariph realized that the poor dragon was homeless and could face even more danger if he left him in the streets. The black dragon stood three heads taller than the younger one, held his paw, and started leading him out of the alley. "You look tired and hungry. Come with me and I'll feed you." Ariph smiled. He watched Djimak eyes lighten in happiness, though tears still ran across his blue scaled cheeks. "Thank you sir. I'm Djimak, son of Ytterb and Yameri," he paused, "...who had died when I was born 15 summers ago. I was being cared for by a foster family, but they kicked me out in hate, and I have lived on the streets ever since." Ariph felt deep sympathy for the poor dragon, and responded. "You can call me Ariph. I was an admiral during the Elemental War. Don't worry; you'll be safe with me. I'll make sure you'll never be on the streets again. Djimak heart leapt with joy, as he walked with his new friend out of the alley, and back into the crowd. --- "Now then, what shall we eat?" Djimak looked in awe at Ariph's modest home, as the black dragon clumsily fiddled through the kitchen. The one-floor home was spacious and looked like it had only 4 rooms: The kitchen, the main living room where he currently stood, and two rooms to his right that had closed doors. A fire burned warmly in a fireplace to his left, with leather couches surrounding the center wooden table upon a Siberian tiger-patterned carpet. Wall pieces of armor, swords, lances, and other weaponry were hung in display around the large room, with candles spread sparingly around the room. Djimak noticed a beautiful picture of a sapphire-colored dragoness on top of the fireplace, who looked much like himself except with female features. "We're no longer together; she was to be my bride until she left with another dragon." Ariph walked out of the kitchen with a loaf of bread in each of his paws. "I...I'm sorry to hear that" Djimak whispered sympathetically. Ariph smiled. "It is alright. Here, have some bread to start off." Djimak took the bread from Ariph's paw, and took a large bite. The food felt heavenly in the young dragon's mouth as he slowly chewed. "Hmm, I should get you cleaned up before we eat our dinner." Ariph said, as he still noticed the blood on Djimak's face was slowly drying. "The shower is over in that room." Ariph pointed to one of the two unknown doors. However, Djimak looked confused. "Shower? What's that?" he said. Ariph frowned. 'He had been abused this badly?' he thought. "That's the room where you can use water to clean yourself." Djimak gave the towering dragon a puzzled look. "Can you show me?" Ariph could use a shower after a day at his temporary job, logging wood and lumber. "Ok, let's go." As the two dragons entered the shower room, Djimak looked around in awe. There was a large Jacuzzi pool in the top right corner of the room, with showers along the left side of the wall. Marble dragon statues surrounded the Jacuzzi, each holding towels and bathing soaps. To his surprise, Djimak turned to his friend only to find that he had already stripped down naked. The young dragon glared at the large muscular dragon, as he started fiddling with the shower taps. The black tailed wagged gleefully as Djimak admired the tall figure ahead of them. Silver markings lined all over Ariph's body, some markings neared his sheath. Djimak mouth almost opened completely as he glared at the large black sheath over Ariph's enormous hanging testicles. "Well, to shower, you have to take of your garb, young one." Ariph said as he turned on the shower head. Steamy water poured on the ground near Ariph's gigantic feet. Djimak untied his tattered garb, exposing his own blue sheath and balls which began to swell in excitement. Trying to constrain himself, Djimak walked towards the black dragon, felling the warm water gently soaking his bright blue scales. Ariph positioned himself behind him; his silver-lined black wings spread open. "Now Djimak, when you shower, you must rinse your whole body first." The blue dragon turned around over the pouring water, and laughed when he was facing Ariph and the shower head when water trickled into his eyes. "This is kinda fun!" Djimak said as he closed his eyes. 'Heh, showering fun? I have to teach this guy a lot of things as a father would to his son.' Ariph thought. "Ok Djimak, now you have to lather yourself up with soap to wash the scum out of your scales, like this." Ariph rubbed his paws together, with soap bubbling in between. He gently rubbed the soap onto Djimak's chest and started scrubbing his scales throughouly. Djimak looked with surprise as the black dragon innocently washed him, feeling more aroused as the sensations of the warm paws spread throughout his body like electricity. To Djimak's surprise, Ariph started lathering his blue sheath and balls, carefully scrubbing and rubbing the organs innocently. Djimak knew the dragon was teaching him, but he couldn't help becoming dangerously aroused in the process. His ebony cock began to emerge within his sheath as Ariph continued to lather his genitals. Ariph noticed Djimak blush as he now held the blue dragon's erect shaft in his hands. He chuckled. "Don't worry young one, I guess it makes it easier to show you how to wash this." Ariph wrapped his paw around Djimak's penis, and rubbed up and down to clean it. Djimak slightly squinted as he had never felt this type of pleasure run through his veins. "Now it's your turn to wash the rest of your body. Here, take some of this soap and scrub yourself like I showed you." Djimak grinned deviously as he lathered his paws. "Like this?" The blue dragon grabbed Ariph's enormous ebony balls with his left paw, swirling them tenderly with soap. Ariph looked down in surprise as Djimak took his right paw and stroked his dark sheath up and down, definitely defeating the purpose of washing. Ariph never head anyone else touch his sheath in a long time, ever since he and Aryia had parted long ago. Feeling slightly guilty for taking advantage of his new friend, he teasingly picked up the blue dragon, and threw him into the Jacuzzi. Djimak giggled as Ariph slowly got in the Jacuzzi as well. "Now we have to rinse of the soap, so just relax here and enjoy the warm water. I'll tell you some stories about my battles during the war, only if you tell me more about yourself as well." Ariph winked. "Then we'll have dinner. You look hungry." Djimak stared seductively at Ariph, his mouth agape and tongue hanging out from the side. The black dragon casually leaned back with his elbows resting on the sides of the Jacuzzi. Leaning back, Djimak saw Ariph's sheath surfacing slightly out of the water. Djimak had never felt this way for another dragon, but curiosity overwhelmed the young dragon and tried experimenting with his love for Ariph. 'After all', Djimak thought, 'Ariph was kind enough to save and protect me from danger, so it was time I showed thanks for his help.' Djimak purred seductively, "I am a little hungry, but I think I have my meal, right here." Ariph looked puzzled, when suddenly Djimak lept swiftly onto the black dragon. In surprise, Ariph tried to evade his blue friend, but was rendered helpless as Djimak managed to pin him on the Jacuzzi wall as a blue head lowered itself to the scales of his stomach. "D...Djimak! What are you doing?" Ariph exclaimed. The blue dragon looked up with his saffron eyes. "It was time for me to thank you for all of your help." "Saying thank you would be enou...ughhhhh...uhhhhhhhh" Ariph was silenced as Djimak licked above his black sheath, and then thoroughly lapped his large sheath and balls with his thick tongue like a dog licking a dinner plate. Ariph couldn't believe his eyes as he looked down seeing a blue dragon half emerged from the Jacuzzi water, busy teasing his pelvic region. Being deprived from sex for years, Ariph savored the moment and stroked his partner's cheek, then reached his paw around his blue neck, stroking with his paw digits. Djimak smiled with delight as he had successfully awakened Ariph's dormant cock. The huge thick dragon meat throbbed painfully in the air, as Djimak licked up and down the red length. Ariph shivered in pleasure, as he felt his cock tip suddenly surrounded by the warm confines of Djimak's mouth. Djimak suckled at the cock tip, tasting his mate's pre for the first time; its sweet texture spewing from the tip. Then instinctively, Djimak forced his head down, shoving the thick meat deep in his throat, slightly gagging but nevertheless enjoying every moment of feeling a warm thick slab of dragonhood filling his mouth. Ariph yelped in surprise as he his whole cock disappeared completely within his new friend. The top half of his dick was completely deep down Djimak's throat, as the blue dragon's lips touched his swelling nutsack. Djimak pulled up, gasping for air, as he tightened his mouth grip around the shaft, and starting to bob his head down and up slowly, his tongue expertly massaging the cock head. Ariph moaned loudly as he felt searing pleasure erupt at his loins, as he released shots of pre deep down Djimak's throat. The dragon wrapped both his black paws around the back of his lover's head and horns, gently pushing the head down and up. Loud slurping noises echoed the shower room as Djimak hungrily mouthed the whole package up and down, drooling saliva all over Ariph's loins. The blue dragon traced his left paw to massage Ariph's stomach, while his other paw held one of the black legs wide open to make his access to Ariph's cock easier. Ariph almost cried in excessive pleasure as Djimak sucked up and down, faster and faster, his mate's mouth sliding thoroughly around his dragonhood. Ariph managed to wrap his own thick tail into the water, around Djimak's ebony cock, stroking it to the best to his abilities while as his euphoric state. Djimak felt his loins tingle in hunger, but forcefully concentrated at making his mate scream with delight. Shoving his head down right into Ariph's pelvis, Djimak slobbered and made gagging noises as the thick meat was devoured halfway down his throat with his mate's paws pushing him down even further. At the same time, he stuck his pawdigit deep within Ariph's ass and finger-fucked it furiously. This blew Ariph completely off the edge as he roared in sheer ecstasy. His cock twitched violently within his lover's mouth, exploding pints and pints of hot dragon cum, firing continuous gobs of the thick, sticky liquid. As utter pleasure drugged Ariph into a euphoric state, Djimak slid his head up the now cum-lubricated cock, and suckled at the tip. Having never released his load ever since his last lovemaking with Ayria, Ariph continuously shot ropes of sweet white liquid around Djimak's mouth, coating his maw completely. Djimak's hunger enabled him to swallow a full gallon of the sweet dragon seed with only a trickle of overflow dripping out of his mouth. Finally, Djimak released his mouth grip from the throbbing red cock of his partner, his lips and lower jaw now fully coated with thick white semen which dripped slowly in the Jacuzzi water. The blue dragon rested his head playfully just about Ariph's meat, his paws exploring the black dragon's ass and smearing his lover's cum all over the black dragon's lower body. Djimak smiled as he looked up seductively. "Well I think I had my meal for today. That was a lot of cum to eat!" Ariph finally opened his eyes, panting heavily as he looked down to see Djimak resting his head on his stomach, his mouth and lower jaw drenched in white cum, and curious paws grasping his muscular ass. Then, Ariph snapped back into reality, and noticed what he has done. "Djimak, I don't think this is right; I'm sure you can express your thanks another way, but for now I'll help you find a dragoness to fulfill your needs. Let's eat some food shall we?" The blue dragon stood up at a ready stance, and was ready to pounce on Ariph. "I've had my meal here already. Don't worry; I'll feed you in a sec. For now, I would like to see if you can take my ass!" Sensing his lustful needs, Ariph leapt out of the water and into the living room, trying to get something to contain the horny blue dragon. Unfortunately, Djimak burst through the door and knocked Ariph flat on his back on the floor, obliterating the table beneath him. Ariph threw the pieces of the shattered table away as Djimak straddled himself on top of the black dragon, his arms pinning his mate's arms and wings to the ground. Ariph looked up and smelled the strong musk emitting from the blue dragon. Helpless and held tightly by the surprisingly strong dragon above him, Ariph was forced to sniff in large amount of male musk emitting from Djimak, and immediately became aroused again. 'Mmmm..soo good...much better than a female's pheromones.' He thought Djimak lowered his rump slowly over Ariph's throbbing tool, his sphincters loosening as he felt the tip circle his ass. "Prepare to accept my gratitude" Djimak said, as he slid down on his lover's cock hard and fast. Ariph roared in absolute pleasure as he felt his thick dragon meat being devoured by the walls of Djimak's ass. His cock was completely burrowed within the blue dragon, the tightness of its walls milking amazing amounts of pre and semen still within his penis from his previous orgasm. Djimak threw his head up, fully spread his azure wings, and howled in pleasurous pain as he felt his own virgin tailhole suddenly violated by his mate's large dragonhood. The feeling of Ariph's large meat deep within his ass overwhelmed the pain, as both dragons moaned quietly at their own pleasures. The blue dragon felt Ariph's nuts rubbing against his lower ass, as he started to pull him self up then back down slowly on Ariph's dragon meat. Djimak slowly slid up and down the lubricated cock, clenching his sphincters as tightly as possible while watching Ariph's face clench up in pure pleasure. The black dragon groaned louder as Djimak quicked his pace, his paws on both sides of Ariph, supporting his movements as he rocked his pelvis back and forth. Djimak could feel Ariph's thick shaft sliding messily in and out of his ass, as gobs of pre and semen leaked out of his ass onto Ariph's now cum-covered balls which resulted in slurping sounds that echoed around the candlelit room. Ariph held Djimak by his waist, guiding his movements in and out of his malehood as he watched the blue dragon determinately riding his cock. Djimak whimpered in surprise when he felt a warm, no-longer-innocent paw stroking his black dragonhood rhythmically as the loud slapping noises of his ass slamming onto his lover's meat became faster and faster. The pleasure brewing within his loins forced Djimak to lean forward and pant heavily close to Ariph's gleeful face. Ariph purred at Djimak's loss of control, and kissed the blue dragon deep in his lips. "Y...you are tight" Ariph groaned loudly. With Djimak now leaning forward, Ariph now had to do the work. Spreading the blue dragon's ass cheeks far apart, Ariph began thrusting his pelvis up and down at an exceptionally fast rate, ramming his penis deep up Djimak's tailhole then almost all out again and again. The slapping noise never left the air, as Ariph's collision with Djimak's ass pushed the blue dragon forward and back forcefully. That being done, all Ariph had to do was to solidly grasp Djimak's dragon meat with his paw, as his thrusting force made Djimak seem to fuck his paw simultaneously. "Mmmmm.....ohhhh...ugghhhh...." Ariph sensed his rider's imminent pleasure, and leaned up to his best of his abilities and began so suckle Djimak's pre-soaked tip. Djimak was flooded with ecstasy as he howled loudly, shaking the room around them. His lengthy orgasm drove his cock to shoot streams of his own dragon seen right into Ariph's mouth. Djimak semen explosion sent Ariph back on the ground, as the blue dragon shot prodigious amounts of cum at an amazing distance, putting out half of the fire on the fireplace. Djimak then held his own cock and pointed toward Ariph's shocked face, shooting gobs of cum onto his face. Ariph chuckled as the unexpected semen fired in his mouth choked him a little, his face now almost completely covered in his lover's seed. Snapping back to the feeling of another cock yearning for its release, Djimak leaded back slightly, and began making his slow, but steady hard slams down onto Ariph's throbbing member. After feeling his dragonhood being enwrapped with his mate's anal walls, then suddenly out then back in again and again, a wave of pleasure struck Ariph hard, as his balls moved closer to his body, ready for a release. As expected, Djimak slammed down one final time only to feel a fountain of thick hot dragon cum spew out within his ass. Ariph roared with his deep voice as Djimak fell forward in exhaustion. His burrowed cock still sent waves of the black dragon's seed deep within his new mate, as the thick liquid began to trickle out of Djimak's ass, and onto the bulbous balls beneath him and the carpet. Djimak panted heavily and fell foward as he licked his own semen off of Ariph's face, showing the black scales again. "Tastes good huh?" Ariph chuckled. "Not as good as yours!" Djimak laughed as both of the dragons kissed once more, sharing the tastes of their own cum as their tongues interlocked. As Djimak released the long kiss, he noticed Ariph's emerald eyes almost burned with a fiery passion. He had remembered Ariph telling him about his heartbreaking separation with Aryia, and had never found a new dragoness since. "If I may ask, how long ago did you break up with Aryia?" Djimak asked. Below the blue dragon with his cock still deep within Djimak's ass, Ariph thought for a moment, then grinned deviously. "It was quite a long time ago and it haunted me until I met you" he liked the blue scales of his new mate teasingly, "but now I have you for my emotional support. I have never experienced this much pleasure before, and I never thought I'd share it with another male. Thank you." Djimak smiled. "I should thank you for taking me in to your home. Now, as you said before, shall we eat?" A wide, devious grin spread across Ariph's face. "I haven't had my meal yet. And I'm curious to how you taste!" Suddenly, the large black dragon wrapped his wings around the shocked Djimak. The blue dragon struggled with all his might to release from the bigger dragon's imprisonment, but his resistance only resulted in Ariph slightly losing balance and knocking a table stand over, crushing it with his huge black foot. Ariph knelt down beside the couch, laying Djimak on top of it. Ariph forcefully spread Djimak's legs wide open, fully exposing the blue dragon's semi-erect black cock and tailhole, which now leaked out a flood of Ariph's cum, dripping onto the carpet. "Please..." Djimak begged, "f...finish me off!" Ariph followed his orders and greedily dug his tongue deep into his lover's ass, tasting his own seed which poured out of Djimak's ass. The blue dragon yelped as he felt a flickering tongue licking the semen-coated walls of his ass. Ariph occasionally repositioned his paws to further spread Djimak's legs apart, which were now high in the air. Djimak managed to use his tail to find Ariph's ass, and began sliding it in and out of Ariph's ass. Ariph continued to rim job his target. From time to time, he switched from lapping his tailhole, to tongue fucking, as well as finger fucking in and out of Djimak's hole. Djimak's penis began to harden, as Ariph continued to eat away at his ass. Using his paw digits to massage the inner and outer muscles of Djimak's tailhole, Ariph gave one final lick, as he moved up towards Djimak's swollen ballsack. Ariph felt its warm contents brewing within his mate as he swirled the blue scaled testicles around in his cum coated mouth. Finally, Ariph licked up and enclosed his maw around Djimak's cock. Too horny for gentle teasing, Djimak seized both of the black dragon's horns and began thrusting his whole wad into Ariph's mouth. Surprised, Ariph gagged and slobbered as his head was forcefully jammed up and down his partner's thick shaft. While slightly choking, pre drizzled out of Ariph's nostrils and Djimak snickered silently at this sight and continued to skull fuck the black dragon. While bobbing up and down Djimak's dragon meat abruptly, Ariph attempted to suck the throbbing member with all his might and tickling the spewing tip with his tongue. It didn't take long for Djimak to groan wildly, as another surge of ecstasy dominated his loins. The blue dragon pumped as much of his warm cum as possible deep into Ariph's mouth. The black dragon sloppily slurped all of his mate's dragon juice licking his lips in delight as his lover's ejaculation slowed to a trickle. "I haven't had such a great meal like that ever!" Ariph laughed. Djimak, still recovering from his blissful orgasm, looked down at the black dragon and smiled. "I wouldn't have to eat anything if I only had you to share your juice with me." Ariph chuckled. "Well you look tired. I'll show you my bedroom and you can get some rest." Djimak frowned. "I'm not tired at all. I think you're the one giving up. Such a big dragon like you gives up so easily?" Ariph growled as he heard the taunting words. "Hmmph. I'll make sure you regret those words!" Djimak snickerd while the black dragon stood up and spread his blue-scaled legs far apart, exposing his tailhole. Ariph lifted Djimak's legs up and rested them on his shoulder as he moved forward, his cock tip right on the surface of his hole. "Never taunt an ex-Tsutemi" Ariph growled seductively. "I won't be easy on you now!" Djimak whined quietly as he looked down to see his mate's thick dripping shaft forcefully inserting itself deep into his anus once again. Ariph slammed his entire length into Djimak, as the excess cum in his talehole squirted out onto his black balls. The sound in the air seemed like someone was squeezing their soapy hands together incessantly as Ariph thrusted fully in and out of Djimak. The black dragon gripped his submissive mate's thighs tightly, growling dominantly while dragon seed was slurping out along Ariph's cock, dripping more liquid onto the carpet. Djimak was surprised how fast a big dragon like Ariph could fuck. He felt like his insides were turning into minced meat as his body rocked back from the hard collision when Ariph thrusted forward with his whole dragonhood within him. Ariph held his head high, his penis quickly disappearing and reappearing in Djimak as he furiously fucked his partner. His nuts began to swell again with his remaining seed for the day, while continuing to thrust his cock in and out of Djimak. Djimak clenched his eyes tightly with his claws digging deep in the couch, ripping the fabric apart. Ariph felt his climax increasing, and slowed down to thrust at his maximum force. Both dragons moaned loudly during Ariph's final hard thrusts, slamming his meat all the way inside Djimak, his balls slapping carelessly under him. Ariph's vision blurred substantially. His orgasmic bliss sent him pounding his dragon meat into Djimak with a substantial force, knocking the couch over sending the blue dragon under him on the other side of the couch. Ariph was ignorant of the situation and now thrust harder than ever before at lightning speed, his arms on both sides of Djimak, barely supporting his thrusting body. The pounding released continuous moans from both dragons, their colliding bodies vibrated the whole room as the wall mounted decoration fell onto the floor, clattering around the mating dragons. "Ughhh...Dj...Djimak...you..you're going to feel something unusual but pleasurable. Prepare yourself." Ariph stuttered. The black dragon slammed one last time deep within Djimak. Roaring ferociously, Ariph orgasmed one final time as his cock exploded with his last reserve of his dragon seed. Djimak felt the dominant dragon's cum find its way all the way up his rectum. To his surprise, Djimak felt the warm feeling searing through his stomach all the way up to his chest, then up his esophagus. The blue dragon stared at the smiling Ariph in surprise as semen leaked out of Djimak's mouth from the back of his throat. Simultaneously, Djimak's dragonhood erupted his own brand of seed up into the air, some landing under Ariph's maw and the rest directly into Djimak's mouth. With cum flowing in and out of Djimak's mouth, the blue dragon sputtered, spilling all of the warm thick liquid forcefully forward, hitting Ariph in the chest and around the room. Ariph collapsed hard beside his mate, both dragons lying sideways facing the fireplace. "H..how?" Djimak stammered as he finally controlled the flow of cum out of his mouth and swallowed all of it. "When I'm deprived for that long, wondrous things can happen" Ariph breathed heavily. Blanketing his wing over the fatigued blue dragon, Ariph licked Djimak lovingly on the cheek. Both dragons looked around the room and noticed the total mess around them. "My my, look at what we've done." Ariph laughed. The previously decorated room was now covered partially in dragon cum, with most of the wall decorations on the floor or tilted out of place. The center table was demolished with pieces of it in every corner of the room, as well as 2 of the 3 couches were overturned, one with deep claw marks, the other coated with dragon cum. The fire was burning only on one end of the log, since the other side had been put out by Djimak's amazing aim. All of the pictures on the fire mantle were shattered on the floor or broken. Djimak blushed. "It seems I've vandalized your home." Ariph laughed. "I never knew you and I could have such rough sex like this." Djimak cuddled under Ariph's caring wing, lightly licking the black dragon's face above him. "Well, I'll help you fix it up tomorrow. For now, we still have 3 other rooms to destroy. Ariph smiled and wrapped his arm around Djimak's stomach. Giving him one final kiss, both dragons fell into a deep slumber after their long day.

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Title: 1: Educating Kaylee Ch. 02 Tags: luke, kaylee, nerd, cheerleader, sea of faces, tutoring, 18-year-old **III -- Sea of Faces** "A little late, aren't we buddy," Ryan asked his son from underneath the hood of his vintage midnight-black Challenger, without looking up. He adjusted the position of the lamp and leaned over the engine, trying to shine the light in one of those hard-to-reach places. "No wheels, dad. Besides, I had more tutoring to do." Luke sounded tired. Ryan glanced over at him, still working on the car, "I don't mind the tutoring, and in fact I think it's great you're doing that. Knowing how to do something is great, but teaching it makes you even better. Just don't neglect your own grades." They both snickered simultaneously, knowing full well Luke wasn't about to get his first A-minus ever any time soon. "Still, I mean it. Don't get cocky." "I won't, dad. I'll catch up on my reading this weekend." "Hey, speaking of this weekend, are you still going to the gym with me?" Luke shook his head, "Um, no thanks. Like I always tell you, not interested. Too much homework I have to catch up on anyway. By the way, where's mom?" "She's in the study, but don't bother her. She's running numbers for Pacific Spa. Apparently she made a killing this last month. I keep telling her she needs to sell her business while she's ahead, but she loves that spa too much. If I can talk her into it though, she'll get the money, and with all of the free time she'd have, she could give all the massages to me. Score." Ryan smiled in a way that made Luke's stomach turn and said, "It's a win-win." "Ew. No. TMI, dad," Luke said dryly while turning to leave him and heading inside the house, trying his hardest to shake the disturbing image from his head. Ryan snickered, turning his full attention back to his beloved Challenger. "If only you knew the half of it, son," he whispered quietly to himself. \--- "You took long enough," Kaylee said, restarting her car. "Beauty takes time. You of all people should know that, hun," Audrey said, sliding in the passenger side. "By the way, how'd your night go with Loser Luke?" To her own surprise, Kaylee flinched, but it was subtle enough that Audrey didn't notice, "Um, it went fine, actually." She chose her words carefully, "He actually had a way of explaining things so I understood it." Without thinking, she added, "I'm meeting him again tonight" before she could stop herself. *Fuck,* she thought, realizing she had just set herself up for a million one-liners from Audrey the entire drive to school. She pulled out of Audrey's driveway hoping her friend either wouldn't notice or would let it slide, but the redhead was already cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West. "Oh, so he was that good last night, huh? What won him over for you, was it the size of his pocket protector or the size of his pocket rocket?" Kaylee turned beet red. She knew she should have just ignored her, but she couldn't help blurting out, "If you don't shut..." Audrey interrupted her, "What would Bradley think? So, who's bigger, your boyfriend, or Luke? I mean, Bradley's like two feet taller than Luke so one would just assume, but then again you know what they say about nerds." Now she was getting personal, dragging Bradley into this. She tried again, "Audrey, I swear, I'll kill..." "So how does it work? Luke knocks all of the books off the table and takes you right there, or do you use the library chair instead? At least you're at the library so he can research what to do. Does he grab the 'How to Have Sex for Dummies' book before getting it on with you or is he reading it *during* the act?" Kaylee slammed on the brakes without as much as looking in her rearview mirror, let alone looking at Audrey. "Wow, girl, I think smoke is coming out of your ears!" As if anticipating Kaylee's next threat, Audrey said, "Ok, I'll stop." Kaylee looked at the passenger door, and then looked at Audrey. Audrey was a smart enough girl to read between the lines. "I really don't feel like walking to school, so I'll behave. Girl scouts honor," she said, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a smile. Still, Audrey didn't -- or couldn't -- stop snickering the entire way to school, but at least Kaylee didn't say a single word. \--- Kaylee met up with Luke a couple other times over the course of the following week, but as discreetly as she could possibly manage. It took time, but she gradually began to understand algebra in spite of her immense hatred of the subject. Luke even helped her with her chemistry homework and proof-read some of her papers for her English class. Occasionally she showed up late because her cheerleading practice ran over, but Luke didn't seem to mind. Or at least he didn't show it. That in itself was astounding; even Bradley harassed Kaylee whenever she was late -- which was often. He wouldn't hold back giving her an earful and didn't even make the slightest effort to try and pretend to hide his irritation. Every Tuesday and Thursday she had choir -- which ran even longer than cheerleading -- so she couldn't study those nights, which meant she had to stick to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. As midterms loomed over her head, sneaking closer and closer with the passing of each day, she was desperate enough that she told Luke she was willing to study on the weekends if she had to. She breathed easier when he told her it shouldn't be necessary. Kaylee was exhausted from her current session. Slamming her pencil down, Kaylee told him, "I can't take it! I need a break. Are you hungry?" "Yea, I could eat. Sometimes I get so busy with my work I forget to. Looks like you could use a break too," he said, looking at her cracked mechanical pencil. "What did you have in mind?" Kaylee thought about going out for a bite, but wasn't sure how that would work. She didn't feel comfortable driving Luke -- who was she kidding, she didn't feel comfortable even being *seen* driving Luke -- and he didn't have his own car. She went for the easy solution. "I'll order us a pizza." Luke pulled out his wallet. "No, I got this. It's the least I can do for you after all the hours you've put in for me." "I can't do that; you can repay me some other way some other time," Luke said, sliding a twenty across the table. "I mean it, Luke!" Kaylee pushed it back towards him, irritated. "Alright, fine," he said, taking his money back. "Not a big deal, you know. You're not very good at this whole relaxing and taking a break thing, are you?" Kaylee dialed up the closest pizza place over the phone. Covering the mouthpiece, she whispered, "What kind of pizza do you like?" Luke whispered back, "Anchovies." Kaylee scrunched her face, giving Luke a look of disgust. Luke snickered, "Just kidding. Nobody likes anchovies. Anything with meat is fine." She raised an eyebrow and shook her head, but couldn't help a little grin. After the pizza was delivered to the library (Kaylee had to sneak it in because she didn't think they'd let them eat in a library, and she wasn't about to ask only to be told the answer was 'no'), Luke grabbed two cans of Coke from the vending machine in the school hall. "So tell me about yourself," Luke asked her while taking another bite. Kaylee looked at him as if he was cross-eyed. *We're not dating; this is simply business,* she thought. Still, she responded, "Well, there's not much to tell. You know my entire school schedule by now." "Well, what do you do outside of school? What do you do for fun? Cheerleading and choir don't count." She shrugged, "I don't have time for much else beyond cheerleading and choir." Luke followed up, "Do you have any pets?" For a moment, a look of sadness briefly crossed her face, but it vanished as quickly as it surfaced. She said, "No. I've always wanted a yorkie, but my parents are so against any animals. Mother doesn't like the idea of shedding pets around the house." The more she talked, the more she slowly warmed up to the conversation with Luke. She continued, "I hang out with my boyfriend Bradley a lot, but lately it's been just on the weekends. At least until I get through the midterm; I've been too busy to do anything else. Once they're over, I'll be able to see him a lot more." Luke shook his head and chuckled. "What? What are you laughing at?" "Bradley," he asked, as if she was out of her mind. She set her slice down, ready to fight, "And, please tell me, sir, what is wrong with Bradley?" He couldn't help but chuckle again, "It's none of my business." "Too late. You made it my business." Luke shrugged indifferently, "I've seen the way he treats you, first of all. It's like you're an object to him. He doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated; like a princess. You put up a cold front sometimes..., well, a lot actually, but you're really a sweet, compassionate girl deep down. You're just not comfortable with people seeing that side of you which is why you often manifest your emotions into a frigid stone wall. He doesn't know any of that. If he did, he would try to tear down that wall just to get to you. Although it would most likely be for his own selfish reasons and gratifications." Her mouth was open, trying to find the right words to rip him a new one, but she had nothing. *Dammit Luke! That's not fair,* she thought. *How can I tear you apart when you talk like that?* "I do NOT throw up a cold front," was all she got out. "And second," Luke said, ignoring her comment, "he's just an oxygen thief." She was baffled. "A... a what?" "An oxygen thief. He doesn't try in school -- at all. He doesn't try to better himself in anything except football, and let's see how far that will get him after graduation. All he does is steal the air that the rest of us should be breathing." She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "Hey! That's my boyfriend, you jerk! He might seem rough on the outside, but he's really a sweetheart." Luke shrugged indifferently, "He doesn't have to be an oxygen thief; he just chooses to be one. If you like him, maybe you can talk some sense into him. Man, this pizza really is good. Where's this place at?" Narrowing her eyebrows, she said, "It's down on Main Street, by the theatre. And don't change the subject, you. You couldn't take him if he was blindfolded and sitting in a canoe, so I'd watch what you say." Luke shook his head but had a grin on his face, "That was actually kind of funny. I didn't know you had a sense of humor." Kaylee started grinning, "Well, it's true. And don't think you're off the hook. I'm not done being mad at you." Luke looked into her eyes, "Right or wrong, I love how you defend him. I respect that. He might be an oxygen thief, but he's a lucky one." Once again, Kaylee was thrown off guard by Luke, "You say the strangest things, you know that, Luke Patton?" "I know. I have all my life, or so I've been told." "Ok, so what about you? Now that you're done insulting my boyfriend, tell me about your life so I can exchange the favor." Luke took a drink of his Coke. "Mine's simple, really. Outside of school, studying, reading, and computers, my main focus is my family." Kaylee pouted; she couldn't find an angle to get him back. Sure, there was the typical nerd stuff he did but he probably heard it all the time and knowing Luke, he probably didn't care. But when he mentioned family-- especially with all the issues she had with her own family -- it made it hard to find a chink in his armor. "We should get back to studying," Luke said. "Oh, no. You're not getting out of it that easily, after what you said about Bradley, *my boyfriend*," unknowingly emphasizing 'my boyfriend'. Luke either didn't notice or didn't care, "Ok, I'll give you the cliff notes version. My dad's a fireman and my mom runs her own massage and spa business. My sister Faith is a freshman here. It seems strange, really. I remember playing with her when she was just a baby and now she's in high school. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" "Nope, I'm an only child," she said with slight discontent. Luke gave a sympathetic smile, "In some ways, you're lucky." All that was left in the box were a few crumbs, a couple pieces of crust, and an untouched jalapeño. After Kaylee tucked the box under the library table, Luke glared at her, "Oh lighten up," she told him. Luke blinked, not saying a word. With an over-exaggerated roll of the eyes, she said, "Fine, I'll take it out when we're done, if you have such a problem with me leaving it here and letting those librarians earn their paycheck. Let's get the next hour over with." After another hour of studying, half of the lights in the library were turned off. Kaylee set her pencil down and slouched back in her chair, "I'm glad that's over with. One more day closer to the weekend." Both Luke and Kaylee loaded up their respective books and binders. Luke grabbed the empty pizza box on the way out. He folded it up and threw it in the trashcan outside the building. As they walked to the parking lot, Kaylee was quiet. It was obvious Luke sensed something was off with her, "Are you ok, Kaylee?" "Yea, I'm fine," she said quietly as they walked towards her car. "Hey Luke," she said. "Yea?" "Do you want me to give you a ride home?" She couldn't believe she was asking him, but she felt like it was the least she could do for him. It was late and getting dark, so no one would see her giving him a ride anyway. "No thanks, it's ok," he said. "Besides, as nice as your car is I'd probably cramp up having to duck down the entire time." Kaylee didn't think he would pass up a chance to ride home with her; she was stunned. She wasn't sure what he meant about having to duck down. "What do you mean?" Luke shifted awkwardly, shrugging, "I'm sure you don't want to be seen with me, so I'd have to fold myself over like a pretzel, and I'm really not that flexible. That's ok though, I'm cool with it. It's just the way we are. Goodnight, Kaylee. Drive home safe, ok?" She was floored. She was also embarrassed, and wasn't sure what she should say. He said it so calmly, but somehow he looked uncomfortable. She stuttered, "N-no, I... Lu..." Luke had already walked off and didn't hear her. She wasn't sure whether to be mad at him for refusing her, or mad at herself. She was frustrated. She yanked open the car door, jumped in, and slammed it shut. Kaylee watched him walk away as he became nothing more than a distant shadow. She felt like sulking as the dome light slowly faded out, leaving her in the dark car in the middle of the empty parking lot. "Hmmph," she grumbled to no one in particular, turning the ignition. Just then, her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyway. "Hello?" "Kaylee, hi." For a moment, she was elated at hearing his voice. She wasn't sure why, though; she was puzzled at her own reaction. "Hey Luke, everything ok? Did you change your mind about the ride?" She still couldn't believe the words that had left her mouth, but it was like she kept pushing the subject despite his refusal, based on principle alone. After all, he rejected her and she didn't like being told 'no'. "No, but thank you anyway. I just wanted to tell you to look inside your bag, so it doesn't get lost. See you in school tomorrow," Luke said as he hung up the phone. "Lu..." she tried to say in vain before he hung up. "Ugh! That boy! No one has ever just left me or hung up on me, and he just did both in less than a minute," she growled out loud to no one in particular. Perplexed, Kaylee tucked away her iPhone and opened up her purse. "Luke," she said with a frustrated tone. Inside her bag was a twenty dollar bill -- the same one he tried to give her earlier for the pizza. "Why don't you ever listen?" She sighed, unaware of the smile creeping up on her face. \--- "I can't believe you sat through three entire sessions with Loser Luke," Cindy said, carelessly stuffing her books in her locker. "Oh my gosh, Audrey! You told Cindy?" Kaylee couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure if she was more shocked, or more upset. "Don't worry, she's the only one I told. She won't tell anyone. And she does have a point; we're just trying to offer our... condolences," Audrey giggled. "That must have been rough," Cindy said with a cynical smile. "At least you didn't shoot yourself. I would have thought we'd hear about your suicide on Facebook." Kaylee bit her lip; if they only knew the truth. She'd studied with Luke at least ten times as often as she led them to believe. "I thought about it," she said, forcing out her words. "Yea, I mean, it was either that, or grab a gun and go on a rampage." Audrey laughed, "Nice try. We both know you've been enjoying your time with him. Did he make it to third base yet or is he stuck on second?" "Will you stop saying that," Kaylee scolded her, "It's been miserable. He's so pathetic. You don't know how difficult it's been, being around Loser Luke." A devious, intrigued facial expression popped up on Cindy. Wide-eyed, Audrey froze. Kaylee didn't seem to notice. She continued, "I just can't wait to get midterms over. Putting up with that nerd has been a nightmare. He's such a loser; he just doesn't get it. The world would be better off without him." "Hey, Kaylee," Luke said from behind her. The blood drained out of her face. Of all the voices in the crowed hall, his was the last one she expected. Audrey giggled initially, but it seemed to be out of sheer nervousness; Cindy's laugh was one of pure enjoyment. Kaylee wasn't laughing. She turned around slowly. Her jaw dropped; she couldn't believe he was standing right there. She prayed by some miracle that Luke didn't hear her stinging words, holding out a glimmer of hope. Kaylee desperately mouthed at Luke so her friends wouldn't see, "Luke, not now, please go away," but he didn't notice; he was looking for something in his backpack instead. She couldn't tell for sure since his head was down, but his eyes looked red. Luke continued digging and matter-of-factly said, "I think we accidentally swapped math books last night. I only noticed because mine has a bunch of notes written in it, and the one I opened last night didn't have any of my writing, so I can only assume it was yours. It makes the most logical sense if you think about it..." Luke kept rambling about the stupid math book, but never made eye contact with Kaylee. When he held her math book out she could tell by the dampness and the puffy rings around his eyes that he wasn't doing so well. Audrey gave Kaylee a look of surprise -- Kaylee didn't tell either of the girls that she was still studying with Luke, let alone the night before. Cindy flat out laughed but to Kaylee, it sounded something more like a cackle. Luke locked eyes with Kaylee. Despite his mundane words, his eyes were crying out in pain, as if to ask, "why, Kaylee?" even though he never acknowledge what she had said with words of his own. He heard her... he heard every cruel word she'd said about him. There was no mistaking it. And as Kaylee spit out her venomous words with her back to Luke, he simply sat there and took it for as long as he could. As if that wasn't bad enough, he just kept talking as if she never said those hurtful words, as if he could ignore every cruel word she spit out. "Luke," she said. "What you heard. I mean...I didn't..." Kaylee tried to address what she said, making her best attempts at damage control. She wanted to explain what she said to Luke, but her words backfired; they only served to bring to light the cruelty she hammered Luke with. He couldn't pretend that he didn't hear her painful words any longer. "Here, just take it," he choked out, shoving his math book towards Kaylee, his emotions rapidly slipping out of his control. Kaylee, with all of her focus on Luke, made a feeble attempt to grab it but the book slipped out of her hands and fell on the floor. Luke didn't even wait to get his own book back; he turned and quickly walked off. "Oh shit, Kaylee! You made him cry," Audrey said. She wasn't smiling any longer; in fact, she was genuinely upset and bothered. "That went well," Cindy said sarcastically. "Swapped math books last night, huh," she scoffed. "Whatever. Bet you swapped more than that." Cindy shook her head and walked off. "W-wait, no, it..." Kaylee stuttered, trying to explain to Cindy, but giving up shortly. "Kaylee," Audrey said quietly, "It's not Cindy you should be chasing after." Kaylee turned to Audrey, unable to hold herself together. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, "Oh Audrey, I fucked up. I can't believe I did that. I, I..." Kaylee sniffed. Audrey knew Kaylee was remorseful, but she wasn't expecting tears from her best friend. Concerned, she asked, "Honey, are you..." She didn't finish her words, but she didn't have to. Kaylee knew exactly what Audrey was going to say; "Are you sweet on Luke," or, "Are you falling for Luke?" Of course she wasn't! That was just ridiculous. But, she wasn't a beast. So why did she feel like one? She had called people worse things before, and even to their face. But this was different. It was tearing her up. She wasn't exactly sure how, but somehow this was much different. She felt like a monster. The guilt was overwhelming; never before had she wanted to go back in time and erase a mistake as much as she did at that moment. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings; she really didn't. Maybe it was because of the look on his face, seeing the way she devastated him. She could tell by that look in his eyes. It absolutely crushed her. What she said to him, knowing she couldn't take it back..., it was a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. "I... I'll be right back." Kaylee took off down the halls, wiping her face and ducking through the crowds, hoping she could find Luke before it was too late. By the time she rounded the same corner he turned down only moments earlier, Luke was gone. He had vanished into a sea of faces. Kaylee quickly ducked into the girl's restroom, getting out of the crowded locker hall as soon as she could. Once inside, she broke down and cried even harder.

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Title: Final Time(the End of a Story Time) by theonehowl Tags: Canine, Cougar, Fox, Hypnosis, M/M Final Time(The End of a Story Time) by theonehowl I can't sleep forever. Jacob sunk his head down between the legs of his newly acquired boyfriend. His nose could breath in the musk from a long day of making love. Alex watched deeply in lust as his friend and lover made show of his obsession with his scent. The canine held his rear high for the dominant of the group, the third, the one who tells the story. They submit to their lust as they become deeply entwined in his pleasurable utopia that he builds around them. Their ears hang on his every word. More importantly, their minds are more one with each sentence that flies off his lips. The canine lifts his hips higher and deepens his endeavors in Alex's crotch. They do it all for the sake of the fox in control. Their bodies move with a language that the fox can see. Both of their maleness are peaked and waiting for the next word, the next story, even as this one begins. Derrin was a kind master to Jacob the whole time. The canine even showed that by inviting his true love into the mix of the story. This fox didn't mind. The cougar would make a great addition to the "family". Now both of the males are succumbing to the fox's whims. His wishes are becoming their reason to breathe. Jacob especially didn't understand why he escaped in the first place. He slowly wanted to forget that with time, very soon. With his true love by him, nothing is to be remembered in the first place. He even calms his paranoid, unreasonable, and rebellious parts of his mind with the reassuring scent in front of his nose. I gave him my weakness. Was it truly my weakness? I told him... "Jacob wanted to confess his secret to Derrin. He wanted to... especially after running from such loving hospitality. He should. He was grateful to Derrin for reuniting him with his lover. Jacob felt the impulse to calm himself and listen to his master. He wanted to tell him what calms him the most." Alex calmed me. The smell of him... the feel of his fur... It's the most calming thing I'd ever felt in my life. And I told him. He made me, though...It's not my fault! I didn't give in willingly! Jacob began feeling controlled, feeling like he should be. That control was what he needed, what he wanted. The aching erection between his legs and the scent of his mate were so strong. He didn't need anything else. He had everything he wanted. Now, he wished to give it all up to who deserves his thanks. Derrin. Master. He deserved it. His rear was high, showing those tight athletic cheeks he knew his master loved to view. Shaking that fluffy tail for him was all the more obedient and felt great. That bold wagging of his ass made him feel good to be such a wonderful spectacle for both his mate and his master. It would only be a matter of time before he felt that wonderful fulfillment from his master again. Even his loving cougar wanted to get on his knees and press his own hard shaft against Jacob's lips. They exchanged empty glances. Empty were their gazes since their minds were focused on his words. They truly only knew how to please. There was no better function for the two of them. Jacob howled in pleasure as his master began pressing the long, thick cock into his tailhole. Nothing felt better than this. To tighten around the long appendage. It was why he pawed his shaft madly. His jaw dropped open as he was engulfed in a wave of deep, hot lust. His world was complete after his lover granted the his mouth a muzzle full of feline cock. Jacob could only think about being with his master forever. He could only know that giving him his lover would not be the end. There was so much more to give. I can't stay like this. I want to be thinking for myself. I want Alex to myself.. Does he even want to be with me? Was that real, or just a story? After their first introductions, they followed the story teller to the living room. Jacob soaked in the sudden return of his feelings for Master. There was plenty of time to do that as he keeled and nursed on his Master's shaft, cleaning it after their threesome. He needed the rest from all the pleasuring he did for his master. That was all he needed to look forward to as well. Derrin was back, and his obedience was safely where it needed to be. It feels so good. I don't know how to think for myself. Oh, his taste..... I can't fight it like this. I'll never be with Alex. He's apart of us. He... Jacob enjoyed the claws running through his head fur. It was like all those feelings he ran from. They're back now. Those are all he will need now. The canine can rest himself and surrender to the story. Alex merely kneels and watches. He knows it's okay to drool from his muzzle when he only thinks about his master. Thoughts about Master were the only things in his mind. Those were the only things he was going to have on his mind from this day on. He dreams of coming to my house, with Jacob and me. --- That was about when Jacob's ear lied flat. He was growling. Somewhere distant deep beneath his conscious mind there were growls of warning. A flickering light began hitting a switch. Gears were turning in his spirit. A certain chink in his armor was being stabbed over and over. Those words. The story teller seemed preoccupied, though. "Alex's tail wagged back and forth in glee. The erection between his legs showed that he was tired of watching Jacob do all the work. He felt like getting some of his master in his muzzle, too. He knew Master wouldn't mind either. Jacob slowly..." Jacob moved down on all four paws before backing away so Alex could get to Derrin's maleness. The canine could only watch with obedience as his lover sucked on the fox's length. The feline was rubbing his master's balls with a paw and the other free paw sliding up and down the furry fox's leg in a devoted caressing. The cougar's eyes were closed as he stuffed his muzzle over and over again. Jacob was turned on by the sounds of moaning and slurping. That lust was strong, but he felt something stronger. He felt a strong sense of... of will. Enough was enough. His knees didn't want to stay down anymore, filling with unrest. They needed to stand, to approach and take back what was his. A growl filled the room, drawing Derrin from the joy of his activity. His face had a pure pleasurable expression before he turned in confusion to see where the growl was coming from. Then he scowled at Jacob, mostly bewildered of how the dog could be doing anything but what the story held. He told the stories and no one should be doing anything else but listening. Then the canine was rising. "Jacob felt the need to get back on his knees. A calming feeling caught him in the strange, unknown anger. He just wanted to get back down and obey." Oppose to his words, though, Jacob didn't feel like kneeling. His body did, but it was overcome by a strange threat. Something drove Jacob to move his feet paws a step into Derrin's direction. It made his growls fierce and hungry. His claws were flexing from the feeling. His eyes scowled at the target of his rage. "Jacob obeyed. He never does anything without being told. He loves that feeling. He needs that more than anything else." Those words tugged, but did not pull Jacob back down to his sitting. His foot paw came down, and the next twitched in resistance but soon followed in unison. "Jacob... stay away," fear crept in Derrin's voice. Alex nursed on a softening member now. "You do as I say, remember? Jacob is a good boy." "Jacob was a good boy..." the canine finely spoke. A snarl ripped along the next words. "When Jacob didn't have a choice!" Derrin began backing up, leaving Alex striving to try and continue his task. "Alex wanted to leave Derrin alone as he dealt with Jacob, who was lost and scared." Jacob felt a sudden fear overcome him, but then he got angrier when he saw Alex obey. The canine let it show with a vicious snarl towards the fox, who's cock hung limp and looked vulnerable along with the rest of his naked form. "Jacob... l..let's talk about this. Just calm down. We can work this ou-" He couldn't finish the sentence after Jacob struck him with a powerful fist. The story telling fox fell back, tripping over a small table and a lamp crashing along side the fox's form. Alex knelt on stand by while Jacob passed him in angry, calculated steps. "You selfish, bastard," Jacob's words were harsh and accusing. "I deserve a life! I never had a choice in any of this!" The fox only looked a little frightened. His eyes were looking around for something, then his paw touched his bleeding lip and pulled away for him to see the crimson smear on his paw. His face contorted in exasperation. Jacob breathed heavy with a fury Derrin had never seen before. There had been none who have broken his spell. None to confront him. None to face him with an opposition such as this. The fox quickly moved and got to his feet so he could get away. Jacob grabbed him by the shoulders, his hands very strong from being an athlete for so long. Derrin was easily thrown into the right side wall, his figure merely lean and not strong against the bigger canine. The house trembled with the massive hit, and the fox crumbled to the floor with some picture frames falling alongside him. He coughed up the painful air that came with being struck from behind so forcefully by an unmoving object. Jacob started advancing on him again. Again, the fox moved to get up but not nearly fast enough. Jacob had him in his clutches again. "Jacob, n..no-no-" The canine delivered a quick session of punches up into the fox's gut while keeping hold of his naked shoulder. A strong thud reverberated through the room, along with Jacob's cries. One.. "I have a choice!" Two.. "I'm taking my life back!" Three.. "And...!" Four times. All the while, the force of the punches knocked the fox back up towards the window. "I'm taking my boyfriend back." Then Jacob finished by winding his leg back quick as a viper and let it loose with all his strength. The kick took out a rib before it sent the fox into free fly across the paned window. The glass and metal gave away under a combination of force and weight it wasn't built to handle. Shards and debris clustered around where Derrin lied sprawled out. Silence left Jacob to fill it with his exerting breath. He could only stare at the still form of Derrin lying on much glass, smaller pieces littering his orange fur arms and legs. The fox's eyes stayed closed, and his mouth hung limply in seeming unconsciousness. This sight helped Jacob calm his temper; but the vengeance held fast, and the hate in the back of his mind felt justified. Secure with his act, Jacob looked back to see Alex. The feline was looking like he had a bad headache. Jacob took quick strides and knelt by his boyfriend. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern. "Can you hear me, Alex?" The feline looked up and smiled. "Jacob! You're alright." Alex hugged the canine tightly around the sides. Jacob was surprised by this at first, but then he melted in compassion and took his friend in embrace. "I was scared... I thought... I don't who was controlling.. or if you were really feeling like... But you did, you did it... for me." The cougar tightened his hold on the hound. "Yeah...I did." He said it with dripping sincerity. Both of them closed their eyes to enjoy the moment. Once Jacob calmed down, he suddenly felt the paranoia sink in. He moved away from the cougar and started rising to his feet. Alex looked at him and then through the window where Jacob was staring at. "He's gone... I think you killed him." The canine's ears leaned forward to listen. There was whispering. "We can go back to my room and just settle down. I don't know how we will explain this to the cops... I know my parents are going to be pissed." Jacob began walking towards the window. "Jake? He's gone. We don't need to waste time. We have to get this cleaned up." The canine looked back when he heard a name nobody ever use before on him. Not even Alex. "Thinking a little inconsiderate after I just saved your life..." Jacob didn't direct the words to his friend, but to the control that was over his friend at that moment. He looked over the edge to the see the fox not speaking. Looking back, Alex was still standing there passively. "Do you know where your dad's gun is?" The question was not entirely serious as Jacob didn't know whether his dad owned a gun or not, but a gun would have been helpful to him. Derrin's eyes shot open in a sudden empty stare. Then his face was a mask of disappointment. Jacob looked back to see the fox moving now. The wind started picking up through the open window. The canine growled down at the fox "Jacob and Alex knelt down." The words echoed, and Jacob dropped to his knees. He gawked downward at his knees, at their sudden action. "The two of them suddenly understood that they didn't know the power they were dealing with." He finally understood that he was in over his head. Derrin stood up and rose from the ground, his toes not touching the porch he once was lying on. An expression of anger simmered on the surface of his face. The hovering fox moved through the window, curling to fit through the hole he helped create, then uncurled after arriving inside the house. Wind poured through and brush up around the three of them. "Jacob understood why he had to do this... why he had to give himself to the fox." Jacob's ear fell to his head and a whimper rose from his throat. He knew he didn't want to live forever as Derrin's slave. "He knew that he had to replace Amen." His eyes looked a little surprised. He knew he had to be Derrin's slave, but he didn't know why. "Amen was gone, and now there was a gap to be filled. Since Jacob left the house without watching him, it was Jacob's fault. He should have watched Derrin's closest lover. Jacob knew that if he didn't leave... Amen wouldn't have jumped." Then Jacob looked surprise while he comprehended his new life coming into view as Derrin's slave. The wind blowing past Derrin caressed the fox's fur. His eyes glared accusingly down at the canine. Drops of moisture soaked the fur near his fierce gaze. "I'm sorry," Jacob spoke softly. His master never said he couldn't speak. "No, not yet you're not..." The fox matched the fury Jacob had earlier. "I'm not going, though." The canine rose... slowly, though. The power was unbelievably strong, but Jacob felt like he understood it now. He understood, now, that Derrin wouldn't leave. "Jacob was going to kneel back down, like a good boy." The canine's knees shook from the pressure of his power. "No!" Jacob yelled back in defiance. He used the anger. It was what he needed to disobey. Then he moved to the closet quickly. Maybe there would actually be a gun in there. There was a good chance it could be in there. Before he could open it though, he felt a paw pull on him. He turned to address the fox, but a cougar was pushing him back into the door. Strong paws were around Jacob's neck, and the fox was uttering words behind his lover and opponent. "A..Alex... don't..." His voice was strangled as his breath became lost. Then Jacob did something he hated. The canine brought his knee up and slammed it up into the cougar's side. Then he took the hold Alex had on him and shoved him away where he sprawled across the floor. But the cougar recovered very quickly. He launched at Jacob, who only twisted and sent him to land against the wall behind. After this, Jacob took quick action and ran after the floating fox. The story teller's voice rose as Jacob got closer with his running anger. "...stopped him just in time! Hel-!" Derrin was tackled into the wall, his head taking a large hit with his body's recoil. Alex couldn't stop Jacob in time, therefore stood lost in the story behind the two combatants. Then Jacob turned and eyed a standing lamp. His paw reached for the metal and swung it free from it's power socket. Holding it like a warrior to do battle, he growled at the fox. Derrin recovered and started backing up, away from the crazed hound. "AHHH!!" Both of them yelled, one in half fear, half anger and the other in pure anger. Jacob swung the long stand at the fox's head. Lamp shade and bulb crumbled against the wall behind the fox after he ducked the blow. Jacob simply brought it around and lifted the bare pole over his head for another blow. The fox ran, and the dog chased. They went around the kitchen like this for a few laps. Jacob unable to land a blow and Derrin unable to get a breath to spin a tale. Finally, Derrin came back to the living room, where it seemed like a hurricane had come through. His paws held up, and his look pleaded Jacob to stop. The canine paused momentarily. "Huff..huff... I...huff... I only... loved you... I only wanted a... good life for you. I need you, Jacob. I can provide everything for you." The canine listened and glared at the fox. "You think I just want to be your puppet all my life?" The fox nodded with a smile. "I can tell you like it... just stop resisting... Jacob doesn't need-" "SHUT UP!" He roared out and held the pole higher in a threat. Derrin quieted and crept away from the canine's wrath. "You don't know what I want! You don't know anything about anyone. You don't care about them, only yourself. That's why Amen is dead. That's why you force others to cure your lonely, pathetic life! You...You're controlling others to compensate for the lack of control you have over yourself and your life!" The fox starred at Jacob... astonished. "I...I can't help it... I don't have Amen anymore, Jacob... I don't have a choice." His ears lowered. "Jacob will obey." His voice echoed. The canine's ears quivered at the power oozing out of the story teller's mouth. "Ahh!" He covered his ears as if it would protect him from that power. "He was ready to serve. Forever." Jacob suddenly felt ready to go with Derrin. His paws lowered, and his face held a determined look. "He would get up and come with m-" BANG-BANG..BANG.... BANG!!! Jacob's body went cold and stiff from the horrifyingly loud sound. He looked at the blood that flowed from the holes sprouting out of Derrin's chest, stomach... his ear also had gone missing, replaced by lines of crimson coating the fur on his face's left side. His muzzle dripped from the constant flow from the hole in his head as well. Then Derrin fell to the floor in a stiff, lifeless motion. Jacob looked and saw Alex standing behind where the fox had stood, arm falling to his side and point the gun downward. The cougar's face looked very fragile, stern and resolute. His shaking paw which gripped the gun said that he wasn't ready to kill. He killed anyways. Jacob stood up and moved quickly to Alex. His paws took the cougar in to a comforting embrace as Alex broke down and cried into Jacob's shoulder. "Thank you, Alex... I couldn't resist that time." He spoke in a low voice. Sniff. "I... I know.. I held the gun, I wasn't going to shoot... b.but I didn't know" Alex's sobs interrupted himself multiple times. "I-didn't..kn..know.. wh-what to doooo." Jacob held him closer as he watched the unmoving fox. The proof of the end felt secure inside Jacob, but with it, a regretful sadness and many scars came along with it. The cougar collected himself and looked up at the canine. "I did it... to save you. I...I couldn't let him take you." Alex nuzzled Jacob's chest lovingly. "I love you, Jacob..." "I love you, too." They then pressed their heads together, closing their eyes to soak in each other's assurance. Assurance that the other would protect... at the most extreme cost or in the most dire situation. Later that day, the parents came home. Jacob had some of Alex's clothes on. The house was still a mess. They then explained much of the story, but exempted any unbelievable parts like a magical story teller and immortality. Derrin was a serial rapist who kidnapped Jacob as he was walking through the forest at night. There was a house where two of them kept their slaves. Jacob explained that another victim was at the house. He heard that he killed himself when the serial rapist followed him back to this house. Then this occurred, the other one running away before Alex could shoot him too. The two added in an accomplice to make it more believable that they had this much trouble to take on a serial rapist. They had rehearsed the story many times before the police arrived. Alex and Jacob, already quite shook up, were convincing enough. There would be some legal matters and hoops to jump, but the complications seemed to be rather small for a murder case. Self defense would hold in court, and finding the house with Amen there... the evidence would strengthen for their case. Jacob went home to greet his parents, who were worried to hell and back. After a few hours of relaying the whole event to his parents, the young canine finally got to his bedroom in peace. As soon as he did, he reached for his phone and dialed Alex's number. Right on the second ring the cougar picked up. Neither of them slept the whole night. They couldn't... so they stayed up talking.. wishing one had the physical company of the other. "Well... we could shoot hoops at my house tomorrow. It will get my parents out of the house and help them not to worry. I have a two-man shower in my bathroom," Jacob said. This was followed by laughs on the other line. "Really? How did you afford that?" "It's actually a regular shower, but we could work something out." He grinned to himself as he reached down with his paw and started with the details... receiving help on the other line as he told his own story. --- Well, hoped you all liked that... or hopefully Loved it, but whatever is okay. Thank you all for reading the series, hope you enjoyed it too! Comment, Please! No harm in it :3

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Title: Take Comfort Now by Squirrel Tags: Bat, Character Development, M/F, Mouse, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel, Tie, Vaginal, Wolf AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the Series Finale ... of 'Luminous' ... The wolf's teeth razed through her fur. Nip, nip ... nipping her. The chipmunk, on her back, sinking into the sheets ... gave little chitter-huffs. Paws clutching to the fur on his back. Arms wrapped round his back. Pyro slid his hips forward ... giving a whimper. Stopping. Swallowing ... nipping at her neck. Dotna lolled her head to the side. Pyro's paw fished for her own, and he brought it up ... to his muzzle. Where he sucked and chew-chewed on her fingers. On her paw. Gently. So gently. So that she felt the pressure, but ... so that it never, ever hurt. He would never, ever hurt her ... They were in their bed in their housing unit. The central air system ... humming ... (but, as was the case ... not entirely working). The two furs going slow. Taking their sweet time. Loving the warm, warmer ... warmest ... touches. Caresses. Glances. Oh, loving ... ... in the middle of this afternoon. And the wolf could howl at climax ... without being ribbed for it. All the other furs were at the arboreal gymnastics competition. A bit deeper in the forest. The wolf and chipmunk, however, not being squirrels (or having a squirrel for a mate) ... and not being the type to be able to sit still (for such a thing) ... they had stayed behind. They'd quickly found a way to pass the time. Pyro drew a breath ... humped. Slowly, softly ... in a missionary position. His welling knot beginning to press to her. Slowly, slowly ... moving. Oh, such teasing! How it teased him ... to have to move this slow. But he had to lull her with the pleasure ... had to lead up to it. It was always a tad painful when the knot slipped in. After a few seconds, her body would adjust, and the pain would go away, but ... " ... oh," Dotna sighed. Fur lightly matted with sweat. Fur brown and striped with darker colors of brown. Tail a brushy wire ... not as thin as a mouse's. Not as thick as a squirrel's. And her whiskers ... ... Pyro was licking at her whiskers. His tongue lapped at them. And it made her shiver. The whiskers meant for sensing the air. For sensing things. Sensing only his breath, his tongue, his ... presence. It made her feel all hazy. The wolf started growling from the throat. It ... oh ... felt so good. So sensitive. So wet. So hot. And he couldn't hold back from humping harder, and ... as always (as happened every time), the knot slipped in as a result of his lost control. "Uh!" was her yelped grunt. And he put her paw and arm aside (her arm going back round his back), and he bit on her ear. Leaving slight indents ... with his teeth. Nothing permanent. They would fade in a few minutes. But, oh, he had a biting fetish, and ... as he growled from his throat, he moved away from her ear ... and began to nibble on her lips. Not with his teeth, no. Lips were too delicate for that. He nibbled with his own lips. Lips nibbling lips. Oh, sweet wetness ... "Huh ... oh," the chipmunk breathed. As she strained. As she flushed. As she went limp. They were tied, but the wolf ... wasn't done yet. It wasn't over yet. Tied ... so that his seed would be sure to enter her and STAY in her. Nature's way of making him a good breeder. But they weren't genetically able to have a child ... but they took great pleasure from the ability, all the same. The wolf had a sheath and a knot ... ... and the chipmunk had never been with a fur who'd had both those things. Or, really, either of them ... oh, to have found a mate like him. With his red, red eyes and his powerful nose, and his ... sense of humor. And his ... well, everything. To imagine he'd come from another universe! She was mated to (and making love with) a fur from an entirely different universe ... (and Dotna still not knowing, for Pyro had never told her ... that, IN that mirror universe, Pyro's mate had been none other than Assumpta ... but that was a different Assumpta than the one here ... but, still, Pyro had told neither femme about that part of his past ... hadn't even told Field ... ) ... Pyro humped ... sensitive. Huffing. Hump ... the knot stretching her, keeping them stuck together, but not preventing the wet friction of flesh and muscle. Not preventing him from inching them both closer and closer to their reward ... Dotna chittered. What a sound ... chitters! High-pitched and quick ... and squeaky ... and so soft. With a rat-a-tat-tat precision ... chitters ... The wolf's tail wagged with a wish-a-wish-wish ... in the air above his rump. Quite pleased ... oh, quite pleased ... "Oh ... oh ... " Hump ... hump ... "Hum ... um ... " Dotna's breaths became shorter, quicker. She was close. Close ... ... closer! The wolf so much closer. Whining in that wolf-like way. As he ferally rutted her (or tried to ... his humping was shortened by the knot). "Mm ... mmm ... mm!" Almost, almost ... ... there! There. "Ohhh ... ohh," was all Dotna could do. The sheets stuck to her furry, matted back. And her legs (spread ... with foot-paws digging into the backside of her mate's body) ... they tingled with the spasms emanating from the source. Her femininity in heated, waving spasms. In leaking spasms. Pleasure. Oh, pleasure ... oh, was that what this was? Or was this love ... acting like some kind of hallucinogenic drug? How did anything feel like this? Oh ... who knew, but ... who cared? It did, and ... ... the wolf growled with satisfaction. Nose flaring. Body going limp as he sowed with a twitch-twitch ... twitch. Spurting ... and little, little sounds escaped his throat. The cutest sounds. Dotna, eyes closed, hugging him, breathed, breathed ... and was the first to speak. "Oh ... I, uh ... oh, Pyro," she said. Well, at least she'd TRIED to say something coherent. But ... best wait a few more minutes for coherency. Pyro nuzzled and licked at her ... tongue on her neck, her cheeks ... panting hot, wet breaths. "Oh," was her flowery exhale. And Pyro breathed deeply, stopping his actions ... so he could simply lie on top of her. Hug her. Protectively. Possessively. In the wolf's own universe, he'd been prey ... in this universe, what was he? What was he becoming? He didn't know, and ... it didn't so much matter. As long as he grew ... with her. As long as he found out ... with her. Through her. As long as they grew together. Was that not a wish of all mates? There was a pause ... ... and Pyro, angular ears cocked and swiveling, whispered, "Did you feel that?" "Mm ... yeah," she squeaked out. "I felt it ... " A clutching hug. "No, no ... heh ... " A toothy grin. "Yeah, no ... I mean ... there. There it is again." "What?" She blinked. Still tied with him. Still sweaty and ... smelling of wolf-fur. And him smelling of her. Still basking in the glow of their yiff. The wolf's red eyes (which were a bright color ... his eyes, she'd come to observe, were a different color red ... depending on his mood) ... his eyes darted. "The ground. The floor ... it's ... moving." "What?" she asked again. The wolf grunted, pulling back ... and huffing. Stuck. "Heh ... um ... " A shy giggle. "Mm ... relax, darling. Come on ... " Her paws on his shoulder-blades. "Settle. Down, boy ... " A toothy grin. "Mm ... think you can tame me?" "Oh, I tamed you months ago," she assured ... with playful confidence. "Well ... heh ... alright. You win," he said, settling back down. Laying with her. Nuzzling with her. As they breathed and nipped and kissed and ... mm ... Until, eventually ... his knot began to loosen, and ... " ... there it is again!" He grunted and ... with a pop! ... slipped out of her, wolf-hood dangling, wet and glistening (and retreating into its sheath). The wolf hopped into his shorts, and ... left the bedroom. "Pyro," Dotna called, with a hint of worry in her voice. "What is it ... " She pulled on a long, plain t-shirt (which went down past her waist). She padded out of the bedroom. And saw Pyro at the front door, squinting, looking out ... into the grassy area in front of their housing unit. "What?" Dotna whispered, coming up behind him. Standing on the tips of her foot-paws. Looking with him out of the window in the middle of the door. "There's a ring of dirt around our ... house," Pyro whispered. "Well, half a ring ... and it's growing." "I don't ... what ... " "Like someone's digging a hole," he said, squinting, opening the door. Going outside. Dotna followed. The furs were all at the gymnastics do, so ... no worry about being seen with only a shirt on. (And, Pyro's wolf-hood was still bulged enough to be seen through his shorts). And both furs, though curious, a bit nervous ... neither was scared. She was a security officer, and he came from a universe of darkness. They had both faced greater dangers than a ring of dirt ... ... but, all the same, Pyro got down to paws and knees, all fours ... his powerful nose (stronger than any nose on the Luminous crew) probing, probing. Pushing to the dirt. Sniff-sniff ... "Anything?" Dotna asked, standing over him, looking around. And feeling a slight rustle-rustle in the ground beneath her foot-paws. A bit unsettling. Like giant worms were tunneling beneath them. "Pyro?" A growl, and ... the wolf brought his paws up ... and smashed, punched them down on one of the dirt-piles. Flinging dirt away. Punching, digging with his claws (which weren't meant for digging). Dotna was about to ask if she should get her phase pistol, but ... a beep. A beep-beep. Proximity alarm. Coming from her computer pad. All the furs had rigged their computer pads (very slim, very portable computers ... which were all tied into Luminous' main computer core) ... to alert them if the ship's sensors picked up anything, or ... and her pad was beeping. No one else was in the settlement, so ... she scurried back inside. Grabbing her pad. Eying the read-outs. While Pyro's paws penetrated the tunnel that was being dug beneath the dirt ... and grabbed fur! Squeezed! Causing a squeal ... and a squirm, but Pyro grabbed onto the warm, wriggling thing with BOTH paws, and growling, he pulled it up through the dirt ... Dotna, a bit shell-shocked, padded back outside, swallowing. "Pyro," she whispered. "I caught a mole!" Pyro said proudly, in pure wolf-like fashion. The wolf covered in dirt and soil. Fur already matted with sweat (and yiffy fluid). He was panting, panting ... and the mole (visibly shorter and stockier than the wolf) shivered, tucked into a protective ball ... big digger paws and feet ... exposed. It was whimpering blindly. Dotna eyed the mole with curiosity, but said, looking back to her pad, "We're being hailed ... by a ship." "A ship?" "A furry ship," she whispered. "A prey ship." Pyro tilted his head quizzically. "They say they've come to take us home." The senior staff (and their mates) ... came to be, two hours later, assembled in the conference room back on Luminous. The windows in this room stretched along the entire wall. And showed the bright blue sky. Showed that inverted sea, and how, today, it had no islands (no clouds). And the grasses and grains, and ... the trees ... went for miles. Oh, redemption could be found ... just along the way. Just over there. Wren, sitting at the head of the table, squirmed ... got out of his seat. He could never sit in chairs for very long. He went to the window, paused, and ... came back. Standing in front of the rest of them. Leaning forward, paws on the smooth, gray surface of the table. And he took a breath and explained, "He says his name is Advance ... Captain of the Solstice." "Didn't know there WAS a Solstice," observed Rella. "Well ... there is." A sigh. "Apparently, after we wiped out the bulk of the furry fleet ... and the predators sent us into exile ... well, the prey didn't like it. I don't know. Advance says that ... Admiral Silver was ousted nine months ago." "Ousted?" asked Field. "Poisoned," Wren elaborated. "No suspects. But ... the prey overthrew the Council. The Council was made up of ... ALL predators. The prey demanded to have equal representation. And they got it. Civil war was averted, and ... things are more stable." "So ... " "So, the Council's newly-appointed prey members ... took over construction of a new fleet. More Wabash-class ships," he said, of Luminous' ship-type. "And other varieties. I don't know ... don't know the details. I only talked to Advance for twenty minutes. But ... Adelaide was in the room with me. Out of view. She read his mind over the comm line." Wren looked to the pink-furred bat. "He was telling the truth," Adelaide told everyone. "I mean ... he wasn't lying. He's a mouse. So ... it wasn't too hard for me to make a connection with his mind. But I evaded detection." "So, why's the Solstice this far out?" "Well, she's a new ship," Wren said ... " ... a deep-space exploration vessel. Like Luminous was intended to be," Wren said, voice trailing. Intended to be. Before everything had ... gotten swept away. But, thinking back ... and thinking now ... he wouldn't have had it any other way. Oh, swept away! A blessing ... it had led to so much. So much that wouldn't have happened otherwise. So many friendships and mate-ships and discoveries and lessons and ... "Were they TRYING to find us?" Dotna asked. "No," said Wren. "They stumbled upon us by accident. There are no furry ships this far out. They were mapping the system, and ... found us parked here. So, they hailed, and ... they want to bring us back into the fold. With the prey holding more sway in the government, and with the predators' licking their wounds from all their recent, stubborn defeats ... and with news that the Arctic foxes threw up a white flag at the snow rabbits ... the tide is changing. Our exile has been rescinded. Advance wishes to escort us home, and ... he assures we'll be greeted with parades and medals and ... bolster the confidence of all prey. He believes that our return will make the predators' realize our mettle. That we'll earn their respect and further ease tensions ... that we've been gone for so long that ... any lingering fury about us ... will have long dissolved." There were eye-darts. There were blank gazes. Some staring at the table. Others fidgeting. "I, uh ... I know this is our home. I mean, this ship is our home, but so is this planet ... we worked really hard to get here. We sacrificed a lot of ourselves to ... find and make a home for ourselves. We went through a lot," Wren said. "I know that ... and I can't ask any of you to leave here. I mean, Advance says one thing about going home, but ... by this point in time, I know all of us had given up ANY hope of going back. It was like ... dealing with a great loss. Our home, to us ... was dead. We grieved. We moved on. And ... to un-bury it and go back ... it wouldn't be the same. But ... it IS home. Our families are there. Our ... where we were born. Each of our species. Other furs. You know, it's ... I know the need for that is beating in our hearts." There was silence. Wren stood up a bit straighter. Whiskers twitching. Ears ... swiveling. His bushy tail flickered a bit, and he took a short breath. And sighed it out. "I was the first rodent captain, but I'm ... obviously no longer the only one, if Advance is any indication. So, I mean ... and Adelaide says he's telling the truth. So, I know it's safe to go back. But ... do we want to?" was his question. "Wren," Field whispered, eyes watering ... unable to look at the squirrel ... "Field," he responded ... sighing. Wishing he could hug the mouse. His friend. Oh, his friend ... the mouse welling up ... because he already knew Wren's personal decision. "I'm, uh ... " He looked to the others. "I'm going back." A weak shrug. "I mean, this is my ship. I'm her captain, and ... I love this ship. And ... they want her back in the fleet. I can go on missions again. Help my species again. Be a part of greater furry society again. Travel to worlds and ... it's what I've always wanted. To captain a ship and be in the stars, and ... you all know I've had the hardest time settling here. I've had the hardest time letting go. I ... they want me back. They want her," he said, of Luminous, "back. And I'm gonna go." Rella whispered quietly, "I don't really need to say that ... I'm obviously going with you." She swallowed. Sitting next to her mate. Fishing for his paw. Squeezing it. Wren nodded with ... gratefulness. Not that he'd doubted his mate would stick with him, but ... he hadn't wanted her to do it ... because she felt she HAD to. He wanted her to feel comfortable going back with him. And, from her quiet, supportive reaction ... she was. It made him feel better ... "I guess ... you want our decisions, then?" Pyro asked. At a hush. Wren nodded lightly. Squirrel tail flickering. "Yeah," he whispered back. Quiet. Whisker-twitches ... tail-snakes ... And Juneau, fumbling with her own tail, saying, "Um ... we're going, too. We'll go ... too," she said. Of her and Chester. "I tried. I've really tried. You know? To unplug myself ... but I can't. I'm an engineer. I wanna be on a star-ship." She looked to Chester. The mouse nodded. "And if she's gonna be keeping this ship running ... I wanna be the one piloting it. Can't trust just any-fur, you know, to ... steer her." Whether the 'her' was Juneau or Luminous, it wasn't clear ... and though Chester loved nature, and had really begun to love it here ... his loyalty was to his mate. And he missed their little 'breaks' in the shuttle-bay. He missed ... having dinners in the mess hall. Missed that kind of life. That kind of regularity. That kind of routine ... that serving aboard a ship gave you. It ... it all didn't matter. He knew how badly she wanted to be doing her job again. And he supported her. And would go with her ... More quiet. "Well, uh ... " Denali was next. "You all know that I never really wanted to be the ship's doctor. I mean, Kody might've been a bit unhinged, but ... he's not the type I was ever gonna be good at truly replacing." A swallow. "Ketchy's ... gonna have a baby soon, and ... our baby. And ... I've seen what dangers lurk out there. And I know we'd be going home, and ... I mean, we would have the support of our home, the furry fleet, and ... we wouldn't be alone out there. I know that would make such a difference, but ... no, I can't. I can't go ... we can't," he said. Ketchy nodded quietly. Saying, "We want to stay and settle. I love this place so much. And ... I'm one of those furs, you know, that ... I can't go back." Wren nodded. Ketchy squeezed Denali's paw ... "I cannot go back, either," Assumpta declared. "Although the crew's banishment, the ship's exile ... is now rescinded ... my personal banishment from predatory society will never be revoked. Predators hold grudges. They tolerate things ... when they have to. But it doesn't mean they like them. The rift between predator and prey will never go away ... it is a natural dissonance. I am a fur ... caught between worlds. A predator who loves prey. Who wishes to be like prey. I have taken prey ... as my mate. I ... have been among you too long. To go back, I would ... it would bring things back to the surface that I do not wish to see again. I ... " A breath. "I do not wish to go." "Neither do I," Azure whispered, joining his mate. "I mean, you all know that I had a ... well-off upbringing. But, here, life is humble, and ... there's something spiritual about that. I don't know. I just ... and I know the kind of pain Assumpta would be in if she went back home. And, to be honest, I would ... it would pain me, too. I mean, I feel my soul's become better ... by being here. I stay with my snow leopard. I love her." Assumpta's eyes felt ... wetter. She blinked and ... stared at the table-top. She had never cried before in her life. She was not going to start now. Not in front of her friends. But Field had no inhibitions about public crying, and ... the tears were streaming silently down his cheeks. He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his paws, speaking in quiet, airy sniffs. "Mm ... um, I ... I ... " He squeezed his eyes shut. I'm so damn weak ... but he couldn't help it. The emotional mouse ... had no family. Had left home without a family. And then had lost his home, too. Had lost everything. And ... had found it all. Had found it all again. In Adelaide. In the other furs. His friends. In the ship. In Luminous. In ... their journey. He'd found it all again, and ... it was so much better than before. A sniffle. He opened his eyes, which were reddened ... which darted. He lowered them, saying, with a deep, stabilizing breath, "I feel ... like I'm losing a part of my heart. Each of you that goes," he said, briefly looking up. "You're taking a part of my heart with you ... " His whiskers quavered. And he raised his nose to the ceiling, breathing deep. Sniffling. Lowering his head and continuing, "Keep that part of my heart with you ... please. Don't lose it." A sniffle-sob ... ... resulting in Ketchy starting to cry, too. Assumpta watched the emotional display with an empathetic gravity. Adelaide wrapped a pink, winged arm around Field, pulling him to her. The mouse leaning, eyes closed. Sniffling. Going quiet. And the bat continued for him, "I think it's, uh ... " She was feeling his emotions. All of them. On top of her own. "I, uh ... there's no question that Field and I are staying. Our daughter, and ... no matter what Captain Advance says, things back home aren't rosy. You know, it's ... all those wounds? All those strains? They didn't heal when we were gone ... the bulk of the power just happened to shift to the prey ... but how long will it remain that way? How long before the predators get angry enough to wrest it back? I ... the tension, and ... my species was hunted to near-extinction. We're not endangered anymore, but ... I have no family I wanna go back to. Neither does Field. Too much pain, and ... but ... we have a family here. In each other. And our baby, and ... " She realized she was rambling. "Field and I are ... religious furs. Artistic furs. This unfettered nature is ... such a medicine. Such joy. I ... I almost lost him." Her voice broke. "And, back when our mission first started ... he almost lost me." Speaking of the time Luminous had been surprise-attacked by space pirates. "And ... " A sigh. "I feel like I have to justify this ... with everything I can think of, but ... we want to stay. We don't wanna go," she said, stopping. Field, nose in her fur ... not caring that he looked so dependent and submissive (for, after all, he WAS) ... he was biting down on his tongue ... to keep himself from obsessively-compulsively apologizing to Wren for not wanting to stay with the ship ... Adelaide soothed her mate with pleasant mental waves. Trying to calm his breathing ... until he'd stopped sniffling. Until he sat up, holding his own tail in his paws. "Guess that leaves us," Pyro said ... breaking the resulting silence. And he looked to Dotna. "The rest of you, I guess," he said, looking to his friends, "have strong reasons for wanting to stay ... or strong reasons for wanting to go. But I don't think me and Dotna have a strong case for either. I mean ... but, you know, I'm not even FROM this universe. I was adopted by this crew." The wolf flushed with gratitude. "I, uh ... I owe you furs everything." Quickly glancing around the room. And eyes resting on Assumpta, and ... darting away. Resting more comfortably on Dotna. "I've been through a lot. We all have ... but I ... I need to live again. To rest. I don't know." Dotna nodded. "We'll stay," she said, finishing for him. Wren breathed, slipping back into his seat. Nodding. Looking tired. "Alright ... if this room is any indication, I'm betting ... a good two-thirds will stay behind. A third will go back." A breath. The sunlight coming through the window ... warming his back. His tail. And he sighed. Closing his eyes for a moment. Breathing. Feeling Rella's presence beside him. And he opened his eyes. "The settlement will still need a chain of command." He looked to Field. "Field, I'm ... giving you a field promotion to ... Captain." Field sniffled, smiling at the squirrel's cheesy pun ... knowing Wren had worded it like that on purpose. To get him to smile. "So, you'll be the equivalent of the furry governor, as it were. A Captain ... with no ship. But ... you WILL have all four of Luminous' shuttle-pods. We can get more when we get home. No doubt we'll be polished in Space-dock and retrofitted and everything. You can use the pods to explore the rest of the planet ... or go into orbit. To move things. To just ... for power. Whatever. You'll have your own little fleet of pods." Field smiled shyly ... having stopped his crying. Nodded quietly. "Alright," he whispered. "Adelaide, I'm promoting you to full Commander ... the rest of you ... mm ... I can't give promotions to EVERY-FUR ... heh ... mm ... but I think all of you trust Field and Adelaide, and ... I think the settlement would benefit from their leadership." The furs nodded ... ... gave Field smiles ... ... agreeing. Wren took a breath. Nodded. "Okay," he said, smiling a bit. "So ... what else ... " He considered for a moment. "I'll leave you spare food processors, all the technology you'll need to keep the housing units up and running ... and, no doubt, furry ships may start passing through this system now and then. Might check up on you. If they're starting to map this part of space, but ... all the same, I wouldn't expect much traffic. This is still really far from home ... but you can be our deep-space furry outpost. Solstice is going to dump a class-three satellite in orbit. It'll allow you to send sub-space signals back home ... so, you have a tether to us ... if you ever need help. It'll take anyone a while to get here, but ... I mean, you'll be heard ... just ... " The squirrel trailed. "What about the moles?" Pyro asked. "I caught a mole," he told everyone. "Oh, I talked to him," injected Rella. "They were afraid of us ... they wanted to dig hollows under the settlement. Cave some of the housing units in. They were hoping to scare us away, but ... I talked with him, and ... let him go. Told him about us, and ... why we were here. And ... so, you should be hearing more from the moles. They've agreed to make an official first contact," Rella said. "Looks like you'll have some allies. They might be able to help you get through the winter, when it comes," she said. "But they're very prey-like, so ... I mean, once you get over any communication problems, and ... should be okay ... " "What about our housing unit?" Pyro asked. "It's on semi-solid ground now!" "They've agreed to fix it," Rella said diplomatically. "But ... you sort of freaked that mole out, Pyro. You'll have to be really nice to them." "I'm always nice!" the wolf defended, red eyes sparking. Dotna hid her smile. Wren was out of his chair again. He padded about. Stopped. Went to Rella's chair, standing behind it. Paws on her shoulders. He looked at his senior officers and their mates ... taking a breath. Saying, "I, uh ... I've come to find," he said quietly, "over the past year and a half ... that the destination is so, so important. It's what we work for. It's what we live for. The destination. But ... as cliched as it sounds, you really can't reach the destination without journeying. The journey MAKES the destination ... worthwhile. And this journey we've been on together ... it's ... when we all reach wherever it is we're going. When we all get to whatever it is we're wanting. When we're older, and looking back, or ... when we're in heaven," he said ... " ... I, uh ... " He swallowed. Breathed deeply through the nose. "When we reach our destination ... or destinations. When we reflect back on the journey of life, I believe ... that our journey together will ring clear. Will stay sharp in our memory. Will shape us for years to come. Wherever our futures take us, and no matter what happens to us ... we'll always have the journey." The squirrel smiled ... with apprehension. With sadness. With ... anticipation. And he reached forward, extending his furry, brown arm ... and his clawed squirrel paw ... putting it out on the tabletop. Rella stood ... putting her paw on top of his. The other furs quietly picked up on the cue, and ... soon, twelve furry arms, twelve paws ... in a pile. And twelve sets of eyes (in various emotional states). Wren closing his eyes and whispering, "May God bless this crew ... Luminous ... means 'bright or shining ... especially in the dark' ... " A shaky breath. And he forced his eyes opened. Made himself look at all of them from so short a distance. The warmth they were all giving off ... so comforting. So hard to break from. Paws still in a pile. Still all touching. "But it's my honest belief that, though the ship is named Luminous ... it wasn't the ship that shined most brightly. It was her crew. You furs ... " A sniffle, and ... though captains weren't supposed to cry, Wren did, anyway. Quietly. Swallowing. A sniffle. A weak smile. And he finished the prayer with, "May the Holy Spirit protect us ... may our Savior bring us home. Wherever our homes may be ... " A pained breath. A lump in his throat. "Amen." "Amen," Field echoed weakly ... ... and the other furs nodded, and ... echoing it back ... ... and the paws retracting, and ... the furs filtering. Starting to chat. Juneau asking Ketchy to take care of her gurgle-goo (which she felt needed to say on this planet, its home). Pyro trying to explain his over-enthusiastic capture of the mole ... Adelaide nuzzling Field (who'd suddenly found a name for the settlement: Eveningland ... for evening was the promise of rest and hope ... after a long, weary day). Wren watching them all. The sun still coming through the window. The middle of a day. Still time. Still hope. Nightfall. Luminous hadn't yet left ... she would lift off in the morning, and ... with Solstice at her side, would warp for the six-week journey back home (at maximum speed). That's how remote this planet was ... Luminous, in its nomadic flight ... had ended up this far out. It was after midnight, and ... Adelaide's eyes blinked open. And her feelers went out. And her paws physically felt beside her. Field wasn't there. And ... she sensed he was in the sparse living room. On the couch. And she slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Field's shirts ... and padding, half-bare, to the bedroom door. It swished open for her, and she paused in the entryway ... blinking the sleep from her eyes. The mouse was on the couch. Akira (seven-month old Akira) ... in his arms. The mouse patting her back and, eyes closed, whispering her a lullaby ... Adelaide listened ... throwing up mental shields ... so that the mouse wouldn't detect her standing there, watching him. Afraid that, if he knew she was watching ... that he would be too embarrassed to keep singing. She wanted to hear him sing ... "Wouldn't be the first time ... love made a fool of me," the mouse whispered, in quiet, quiet sing-song tone. Singing an old lullaby ... a mouse song. Adelaide had heard the tune before, but never the words. "Wouldn't even care," Field continued, holding his daughter warmly in his arms. She'd been crying. Adelaide had been so tired, and ... Field was a lighter sleeper. He'd heard her, and ... had come out here. Had tried to rock her to sleep. And had begun to sing her lullabies. The soft sound of his voice ... " ... but now you're here to see," he whispered. "It comes as no surprise ... just leave the light on ... " Adelaide breathed slowly, quietly. Angular, swept-back ears ... lulled ... "What I wouldn't give," the mouse whispered to Akira, still singing in quiet tune, "if you could have it all. The sun that's goin' down ... the bed that breaks the fall ... the cradle and the bough." A breath. "So ... you can take comfort now." Another breath. And he put his lips to the mouse-bat's forehead. Kissed softly ... her soft, soft fur. "You can take comfort now," he promised her. Adelaide's eyes watered. Her vision blurred. "Sometimes, a heart can break ... and make its own relief." A tiny, soothing squeak. "The way a cold, dark night," he sang, "invites the fire thief. He wants to show us how ... " Gently rocking the baby. Gently. "So ... we can take comfort now. We can take," he promised, "comfort now." An exhale. "Just leave the light on," was the sung prayer. "Leave the light on," he asked of God. Repeating, a final time, "Leave the light on ... " Adelaide's quiet sobs ... her mental shield failing. And Field's sensitive, dishy ears swivelled. He looked up, blinking. "Adelaide," he whispered. Flushing. "Field," she stuttered. Walking weakly toward him. Knees wobbling. She sank next to him on the couch. Leaning her head on his shoulder, the tears dripping. She sniffled, trying to stop. "Field," she said again ... not really knowing what she wanted to say. Just ... saying, "Field ... " The mouse's own eyes watered. Her crying was going to be contagious ... She breathed, breathed ... and sighed deeply, opening his blurry eyes. Stopping, and ... smiling ... " ... darling," she whispered. "Thank you." "For what?" he asked. Akira was now asleep in his arms. So gentle, reflecting each of them ... born of each of them. A result of their love. And evidence of ... hope and life and ... renewal. "For just ... being you. Just being here. Just ... " A breath. "For everything." The mouse flushed, gently giving the baby to its mother ... ... Adelaide, beaming, took her. Sniffled. "Hey," she whispered, fingers brushing the baby's sleepy cheeks. "Hey," she cooed. Field, sitting beside them, watched them ... the both of them. The two most important femmes in his life. The two most important souls in his life. "I love you," was his easy, breathy whisper. "Both of you ... I ... love you," he repeated. Adelaide's pink, feminine eyes met his mousey blue-greys, and ... she leaned forward ... gently tilting. Gently kissing. His eyes gently closing. And they parted ... and leaned their heads on one another. Until Adelaide stood ... and put Akira back in her crib. And went back to the couch. Extending a paw to her still-sitting mate. "Come to bed?" was her loving, soft request. A shy, warm nod. And he took her paw. And she led him to his rest.

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Title: Mission 1: Discovery in Crisis by Stathgar Tags: Anal, Forced, Fox, Gay, M/M, Sci-Fi, Wolf After all of the amazing stuff I've read on yiffstar, I wanted to try to give something back. With any luck this will become a long-term continuing series. I hope you enjoy it, and please give comments! WARNING: Not suitable for minors or homophobes. If you are either, please read something else instead. **Prologue** The year is 303AE (after evacuation of earth), and the now-unified government of Earth's inhabitants has made alliances with those of several other worlds. Together they form the IDA, or Interstellar Democratic Alliance. Despite being less meddling and forceful than prior governments from Earth, the IDA has made a few bitter enemies. **Mission 1** "Discovery in Crisis" The starship Aexis is on an espionage mission to the planet Galleck IV to investigate alleged plans to destroy a heavily populated planet. Its captain, Jason Clark, is a young but experienced wolf at only 23 years old. Many of his crew attended classes with him, but none rose through the ranks as quickly as he. Whether they knew him before or not, all of the crew liked him. Some in more ways than others. **Mission Day 1:** The captain's warm but professional voice sounded from speakers throughout the ship: "Attention all crew. We are about to enter enemy sensor range. Until further notice, please refrain from using any signal-emitting devices without special permission. This includes subspace transmitters, so any long distance communication will have to have to wait until the mission is over. Thank you." The ship drifted silently into the orbit of Galleck IV, as special shields masked any activity within the ship. "Commander Stone," the captain called out. "Yes sir?" replied Matt Stone, a fox who was also young for his rank at age 21. "I want you along for this mission. Let's get down to the pod room." "Yes sir!" Matt always seemed unusually eager to go on missions with the Captain, but he never understood why since they didn't really know each other well and rarely spent much other time together. Still, if anything it was good to have someone so enthusiastic around to keep spirits up. They left swiftly through automatic doors and soon arrived at the pod room. In adjacent changing stalls they removed their businesslike uniforms and stepped into form-fitting stealth suits. They each pulled their tails through the back hole and picked up equipment belts to carry various standard gadgets for any mission. The captain always felt a touch of awkwardness at wearing something that fit so tightly to his body, but Matt was more concerned with trying not to be caught looking. The two were finally ready and stepped into the nearest transport pods. Transparent doors curved around and sealed shut, and the anti-inertia systems kicked in. Without feeling a thing, they shot out of the ship and through the atmosphere at speeds almost too fast to see. In seconds they reached a manmade bridge connecting two large buildings of a dark and sinister-looking city. The pods stopped, disabled the anti-inertia, and opened. They were lucky; no guards in sight. They stepped out and sent the pods back up to the ship before proceeding, quietly, to a security door. This was Matt's specialty, and in a few seconds he had a keypad open and manually completed the circuit to open the door. He put it back the way he found it and the two sneaked inside. Once inside, the stealth suits became active. With a passive scanning technology, they could locate cameras without being detected, and then the suits could match the image the camera would have seen if there was nobody there. It couldn't hide shadows, but luckily the hallways were too brightly lit for much of a shadow to appear. One of the gadgets of the equipment belt used a similar scanner to map out walls, doors, and other people. Captain Clark took a minute to study this map and found a likely spot for a security monitoring station. From there was his best bet for finding out what exactly was happening in these facilities. As the captain lead the way, Matt followed closely behind. The young fox's mind wandered in the silence as it always did, and he soon found himself in a familiar predicament. His captain was an extremely attractive wolf, and Matt couldn't help but see that slim-yet-muscular body shape in all its glory through the tight stealth suits. He got a crush on his new captain the first day, and he intensely loved and hated trying to hide his excitement. He worried about what would happen if Jason saw the growing bulge in his stealth suit, but the captain certainly wasn't looking. His mind was solely on the mission, and Matt soon returned his focus to the job at hand too. They reached the door to what they guessed to be the security station, and Matt again used his skills on the keypad. The door opened, and they stood with their backs against the wall on opposite sides. The captain gave a quick nod, and two simultaneously drew stun-guns and stepped into the room firing. Two guards were down, and a third turned to look when he was stunned as well. Flawless entry, they thought to themselves. Just as they had hoped, a large panel stood at one side of the room with views from dozens of cameras. They took seats and looked into the screen, trying to get a good look at what was going on. In one area, ships were being loaded with large packages that looked like bombs. In other rooms, scientists appeared to be busily examining computer screens and running small machines that neither Jason nor Matt could identify. Then, their eyes both locked on one display in the lower left corner. They saw a second security station, and there were three guards gathered around looking undoubtedly right back at them. An alarm sounded, and red lights began flashing everywhere as guards rushed through hallways on almost every screen on the panel. "Matt, can you disable their surveillance?" "Probably, but it's the guards that will see us not the cameras." "Do it anyway! They'll be looking a lot more closely now." Matt sprung to action pushing buttons, and picked up a keyboard where he began to enter commands to a terminal window. His paws were fast, as was his mind, and no more than 30 seconds later all the camera images behind the terminal froze. "Let's go!" he said, getting up, and the two ran out and down a hallway. They took random turns, but they could already hear footsteps from every direction. Searching frantically, they looked for any place to hide. At last, they found a row of sturdy pipes along the ceiling. Captain Clark jumped and was barely able to grab on. He pulled himself up, and held down a hand for Matt. With Jason's help, Matt climbed up on top of the captain, and the two lied flat and as still as they could. Guards ran underneath, and saw nothing. The two stayed where they were, panting quietly and watching in fear. Matt couldn't help but notice he felt Jason's body under him, moving up and down slightly with each breath, and body heat passed through the suits. His head was resting at the top of the captain's back, and he felt the captain's warm soft buttocks pressing against his chest. Matt hated himself for thinking it, but it felt good. He was tempted to stay where he was, but once the guards were gone he moved backward along the pipe to take his weight off the captain. An hour later, the search seemed to have stopped and the captain motioned to get down. They both quietly lowered themselves down, and they began to walk quietly back the way they came. They were about halfway back, when suddenly the stealth suits began flickering. Matt looked at the nearest security camera and saw its power light blinking on and off. "They've figured out how our suits work!" he yelled, "Run!" They ran as fast as they could down hall after hall as they neared the door where they came in, but before they got there it opened. Guards pointed stun rifles at them, and soon more came from behind. Matt and Jason stopped in their tracks and put their hands up. Captured. The situation was about to become a lot more difficult and they were both dreading it. A stinging jolt hit both of them, and they fell to the ground unconscious. **Mission Day 2:** "Good morning, gentlemen." Matt and Jason awoke uneasily at these words. "As you are doubtless aware, an attack is underway. Enough explosives are now in orbit around Talod 9 to destroy the entire planet, and if they attack they will only expedite the detonation." The two prisoners open their eyes drearily to the blurred image of Crue Kalok, a cougar in ornate garments whom they recognized as the leader of the Ektaran Empire. Once their senses fully kicked in they each gave a futile pull at the chains they found binding their forepaws behind their backs. They also found themselves completely nude, and a cold draft made them most uncomfortable. Vision cleared now that they were fully awake, but there was nothing to see but locked crates scattered about and the nemesis before them. "Now here's the real fun part: since you were so eager to see what we were doing, I've arranged for you to see the whole thing! You see, this ship is headed into orbit around Talod 9 as well, and as soon as I'm safely off the ship the countdown will begin." "Don't try it, Kalok; you know the IDA will retaliate." "Oh, I'm sure, but we've been anticipating a war for quite some time now. It's just a matter of picking the time and place of our first move! But go ahead, try and stop me if you wish. I do love getting amusement from the helpless. Here, I'll even give you the abort button!" With that, he pulled a capsule from his pocket, just under an inch thick and 3 inches long. He unscrewed one end and pulled off the cap to reveal a large red button inside, filling almost the whole diameter of the capsule. "I'll put the means to your salvation oh-so-close within your reach and yet impossible to get at. How I love taunting the helpless! Guard! Get in here, I need your assistance!" Another cougar of slightly smaller build but clad in heavy armor entered, carrying a stun wand in hand and a matching rifle in a holster. "Get the wolf up onto one of those crates; I want his tail end exposed." "Yes sir," the guard replied. As the guard approached, Jason struggled again futilely against his bonds, and soon found himself lifted and turned over to rest chest-down on top of a crate, with his legs hanging down in front of it. Kalok stepped closer and took hold of the wolf's tail, lifting it and pressing the capsule button-side-out against his tailhole. Jason writhed and groaned as the cougar pushed the capsule inside him, chuckling at the wolf's struggle. Once it was inside except for the button, he reached out for the guard's stun wand. It was just the same thickness as the capsule, and a moment later the cougar was using it to push the capsule in a good 7 inches. "There you go. See, I told you I'd give you the abort button... but I'm afraid neither of you have got fingers nearly long enough to press it! And just to make sure..." the cougar paused as he twisted the end of the stun wand, sending a powerful shock to the wolf's insides. Jason yelped as his body jolted involuntarily and he fell nearly unconscious. "That should make sure it's not coming out anytime soon!" Kalok pulled the wand back out and handed to the guard, who carefully avoided touching the parts that had been immersed in the wolf's tailhole and tossed it aside a moment later. "Well, good day gentlemen. I must be going." As the two cougars walked out the door, Matt could only stare in disbelief at what had just happened. He awkwardly got up on his feet and dashed toward the door but it closed before it could make it. He turned back to his captain, who lay moaning quietly on the crate. "Captain! We've got to get to that capsule!" "Wh, yes, capsule! Must press the abort button!" he mumbled, still only half-conscious. "But how?" "It's... it's in me," he said barely enough to be heard. Matt walked around to the other side of the crate and knelt down in front of his dazed captain. Red lights around the room began to flash as an alarm tone sounded followed by a computer voice. "FIVE MINUTES UNTIL DETONATION," came the mechanical words. Matt looked around and then back at the captain, whose eyes were now closed. "But how?" he repeated, louder. When he got no answer he took a deep breath and slapped the captain across his face, hard. "Wake up! We need to think of something!" The captain shuddered and opened his eyes. "Yes, right, I'm sorry." The captain looked around, seeing no loose objects and all the crates locked. Then he looked at Matt. "Matt, I know this is going to sound really weird but it may be the only way. Try to use your tail, and push it inside me to reach the button." "Uh, yeah okay I'll try," said Matt nervously. He went back around the crate, and took his tail in his paws, trying to curve it around to his side so he could see what he was doing. He put the tip of his tail to the wolf's tailhole, but it was no use. No matter how much he tried to hold it rigid it just bent aside and would not go inside. The captain shuddered each time at the ticking feeling on his sensitive anus, but said nothing. "Captain, it's not working, I'm afraid I just can't make it go in." "Think of something then, do anything!" As the fox stared at the naked wolf bound before him, he couldn't help getting a little aroused. A thought brewed in his mind, but he was too afraid to say it. Nonetheless, it might be their only way to live and he had to. "Captain, I think I have an idea but you're not going to like it." "Come on, ANYTHING, we have to stop that detonation!" "I... I could use my penis. It's the only thing that can be long and rigid enough to reach that button." The captain fell silent. "THREE MINUTES UNTIL DETONATION," announced the computer. "If you can do it, do it!" the captain ordered. "Yes sir." Matt took a deep nervous breath and rubbed his leg against the tip emerging from his sheath as he looked at his captain's beautiful exposed tailhole. He always loved Jason's physique, but he never had the chance to really examine it before. His buttocks were perfectly rounded, and his tailhole so perfectly inviting beneath his gorgeous furry tail. Soon, Matt found himself hard, with a length of 7 inches and his knot beginning to swell. "Here goes," he spoke softly. He brought the tip of his vulpine cock to the wolf's tailhole, and slowly pushed himself in. Jason groaned, and writhed on the crate before him, but again he said nothing. It was necessary. Once Matt was fully inside, he felt the touch of something hard to his tip, but only barely. It wasn't enough to press into the capsule. "I'm sorry captain, but I need to get in just a little farther." "ONE MINUTE UNTIL DETONATION." "DO WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO!" said the captain desperately between shaky breaths. Matt pulled back and thrust forward. Again, he barely touched the button. He pulled back and thrust again, just a touch. His thoughts yelled in his panicked mind, "So close! I have to get farther! I've got to thrust harder!" He pulled back again and again, thrusting harder and harder. It felt like it was more than a touch this time, but it still wasn't enough. "THIRTY SECONDS UNTIL DETONATION." Matt pulled back and thrust again, but now his knot was getting in the way. It was swelling to full size and his cock wasn't going in nearly far enough. He knew if he thrust all the way again and tied with his captain he wouldn't be able to help ejaculating. "I have to," he thought, and deep down it was really what he desired anyway. The fox pulled out completely, with just his tip now at the opening of the wolf's tailhole. Jason was panting heavily now, and held on hard to the crate. "TEN" "NINE" "EIGHT" "Here goes," mumbled Matt. "SEVEN" "SIX" "FIVE" "FOUR" Jason thrust with all his might into the captain, and the momentum was enough for his knot to pass the entryway. The tip hit something hard, and there was a click. "THREE" "DETONATION ABORTED." At that point, Matt's entire body spasmed and his seed poured into the captain's insides, forcing the capsule deeper and surrounding the fox's cock. "Oh Matt..." the captain barely spoke between hard breaths. "I'm sorry, captain, I couldn't help it..." said the fox, panting even harder. "Matt..." the captain repeated, and both heard the spurt of the wolf's own seed hitting the side of the crate. When the wolf realized what had happened and that Matt had heard it too he snapped to his senses. "Matt, I'm the one who should be sorry. You were only doing what you had to do, but I have to confess that I was actually enjoying it." Both were silent. "Matt, I understand how awkward this must be for you. I'll understand if you want to transfer to another ship." "No, Jason, the truth is... I enjoyed it too." They were still tied by Matt's knot, and their paws still chained, but with the disaster averted neither was in a hurry to leave. --- An hour later, shouts were heard from outside the door. "Captain Clark! Commander Stone!" Matt pulled himself out of the captain and sat down on another crate, most of the mess dried by now. The captain turned himself over so that he too was sitting, and the two faced the door. "In here!" the captain shouted. A minute later the door opened and three furs from the Aexis stepped through. "Are you okay?" asked a cheetah who entered first "Yes," the captain and commander both replied. The cheetah went back to the door and shouted down the hallway, "nobody else come in here! Somebody look for a pair of stealthsuits and a key for some old-fashioned chain locks!" "Found them!" yelled a voice from a room not far down the hall. They were passed to the cheetah, who brought them to the Captain. He found the lock on the binding chains and unlocked them, doing the same for the commander next. The two stood up and stepped back into their stealth suits. Once they were suited up, all five left the room and met with the rest of the rescue team outside. "Glad to have you back, Captain," the Cheetah said. "Thanks for finding us." "We'd never leave you behind." **End of Mission**

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Title: RETURN OF THE SOLDIER by Lala Tags: Ejaculation, Lioness, M/F, Masturbation, Military, Oral, Wolf She met Darke in an online game. He was the friend of a friend and Lilania was instantly attracted to this wolf . Lilania, the white lioness, was partnered with Darke's friend, so her attraction could not be known. Lilania would see Darke at the hangout and get excited to know that in some small way, that she was close to him although nothing about Darke was small. He had a huge personality that instantly attracted anyone who came in contact with him. He was loud, witty and sometimes crude, but these things were Darke and why it was so fun to be around him. He was also kind, generous and had a gift for expressing himself, both vocally and in his writing. The first time Lilania spoke with Darke, his voice sent chills coursing through her to the most sensitive places of her body. She knew she should not be feeling the lust she felt for this canine that she hardly knew. But the one thing she knew was that she must have him. The first time she saw him, he was wearing camo, had a short army haircut and a mouth that begged to be not only kissed, but licked, sucked and nibbled. This PFC was hot and that made the rest of his sexiness far more than sexy. He was full blown fuckable! She learned that he was stationed at an army base which was only a few hours south of her and had to suppress the urges she felt to call him up and say she was driving down to give him the time of his life. He left the week after Thanksgiving for the Middle east. Kuwait was so far, but her thoughts of him were still close by her on so many nights. They would catch each other on IM's occasionally, but one day she talked to him and it flicked a switch between the both of them. They spoke of his return in 9 months and the things they would do to one another. He liked playing rough and this excited her more than she thought possible. The green eyed, curly redheaded feline wanted this wolf so badly that she could almost feel him thrusting himself inside her. She spoke to him several more times over the coming months in IM, emails and letters, but never actually believed they would see each other again when he came home... not until the day she got the email from him. All it said was, "I will be home in 2 days and I want you there... WARNING!! BE READY!" Her body instantly turned red hot from ears to paws and she could not resist the urge to slip her paw between her thighs and feel the warm slick wetness that increased as she massaged her clit into an intense orgasm. If the thought of Darke fucking her did this to her, then HE was the one who needed to BE READY! The next 48 hours dragged on and the short 3 hour drive took eons. She pulled through the familiar gates of the Fort recognizing the baseball field she had been to several times before. She stopped at the nearest shoppette and looked at the info Darke had emailed her the day before. They were to be on base for 2 days before going to their home states to see their families, so he gave her directions to his barracks as well as directions to where they would be arriving. She looked to the passenger seat at the white rose that lay next to her. He knew her face from pictures, but the white rose would prevent any confusion. It would be familiar since one night while dancing at the hangout, the furries there had given Lilania the Indian name Snow Rose. She picked up the rose, smelled its sweet aroma and brushed the soft velvet petals across her lips, imagining his warm kiss. She had a little time before his arrival, but decided to go ahead so she could get a good spot to stand. Between the rose and the low cut shirt that drew attention to her ample breasts, she was sure he would notice her. The plane arrived and cries of excitement started to build amongst the people waiting for their soldiers that had been gone for so long. Her excitement was rapidly building as she realized that she would finally be seeing her Darke Wolf. The door opened and passengers filed out into a swarm of hugs, screams, cries and kisses. Lilania searched and scanned the uniformed bodies hoping he would notice her. Then she realized he was already watching her. She felt it. She turned her head to the right in the direction of the lustful tension that could collapse a mountain. Standing next to her, bag on the floor, smile on his face, was Darke Wolf. Her face flushed instantly upon seeing his wanting smile, giggled slightly and said "hi" softly, a smile playing across her full lips as she handed the wolf the white rose with a yellow ribbon tied to it. He smiled at the gesture, laying the rose on his bag, his eyes never leaving her emerald green gaze. He reached out and grabbed her paw, pulling her toward him, slid his paw around her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer as his right paw came to rest on the side of her neck, thumb stroking her cheek. He guided her head to his and kissed her once softly, pulled back a little, opened his eyes, smiling as if checking for her approval. She smiled back, stood on her toes and leaned in to give him the most passionate and memorable of kisses that either of them had ever had. Their lips were made to kiss each other, their tongues made to dance. He pulled her closer to him and beneath hiss camo pants, she could feel why. The first meeting of Darke and Lilania after all this time was obviously a good thing. He turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here." She could barely speak, but softly spoke the single word, "okay." He picked up the rose, smelled it, smiled and brushed across his lips just as she had done not so long ago. Picking up his bag, he took her by the paw and lead her away from the crowed. He stopped, turned, gave her one more passionate kiss and turned to walk again. They drove to his barracks to drop off his things and pick up civilian clothes before going to the hotel he had rented for the night. They reached his room and he opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind her. As he did, she stepped into him, pinning him between her and the door, kissing him hard and deep. As he kissed her, he grabbed her by the arms and stepped her back against the adjoining wall, putting all his strength into the kiss. She pushed him onto the bed, grabbing the waist of his pants on his way down and unbuttoned them quickly, fumbling with the zipper that stood between her wanting mouth and his throbbing rock hard cock.. Unzipped, she slid her hand inside and freed Darke's stiff rod as it unsheathed itself. She looked up at him and smiled knowingly as she slowly slid her warm wet mouth over his bulging prick. She slowly took in deep into the back of her throat, massaging the underside of his cock with her pierced tongue. He let out the loud howl of a wolf that had been awaiting this moment for over a year as he slid his paws to the back of her head, softly forcing his cock further down her throat. Her mouth was amazing and her tongue could kill... like nothing he had ever felt before. She already knew the effect her lips and tongue had on men, but was still amused and pleased with herself every time she gave them the greatest head they had ever and would ever have. She was not cocky in this, for fact is never arrogant, just fact. Yet she was still smiling, amused and proud of herself when just a few minutes after she began his pleasure trip, he howled loudly as he exploded and shot stream after stream of hot cum down her throat, thrusting himself down her throat with ever spasm of intense orgasm. She smiled while his cock, still hard, was between her lips and she stood up as he fell back onto the bed when she finally released him. She looked at him hungrily and said, "Get up and lets go. I'm not even near being through with you, Wuffie!" This seemed to be the encouraging strength that he needed to force himself up on weak legs and grab a few things. He walked toward her and the door, backing her against it. "You can finish with me, AFTER I am done with YOU!" he said as he leaned into Lilania and slid his hand between her thighs, rubbing the seam of her jeans, feeling the wetness breaking through that revealed her lust for him. He kissed her forcefully and found the door knob, opening the door. As they drove to the hotel, she couldn't resist the animalistic instinct to devour him again. She slid her hands between his thighs and fondled a quickly growing cock, making her wet pussy hotter. Unable to stand the torture any longer, she unzipped his pants as she moved her head toward his lap and slid her now familiar lips around his fully erect rod. Bobbing her head in his lap while he was driving, it didn't take long for Darke to shoot loads of hot cum down Lilania's throat and she lapped it up quickly, enjoying the feeling of it sliding down her throat. To be continued... Maybe...

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Title: Fox Hunting Tags: bisexual, blonde, gay, crossdressing, cocksucking, cum swap, ass fucking, dancing, androgyny *This story is a work of fiction, and simply a fantasy for your pleasure (Billy if you really are out there I want to know..LOL!). I love to hear from my readers. It is so great to get feedback and connect with people with like interests of all genders. Enjoy!* Mary came into my office and said, "Come on sad sack tonight we are going out on the town. I need a wing-man and you need to get a life!" She was right. Mary has been my friend since art school. In fact she got me this job at the magazine as staff photographer. She knew I had been down in the dumps since my break-up with my old girl friend, Lauren. Lauren had been my first true relationship since my divorce, and at 38 I was starting to think I was a completely hopeless. So I agreed and we met at a little bistro for a quick bite before we headed out for the evening. Mary is my best friend, we can talk about anything, and because she is a Lesbian there is no sexual tension between us. We are both interested in girls and she brings a female perspective to the situation. She had not been in a relationship for several months and she made it clear that tonight she intended to "get-some." My wing-man position tonight was clear, but I was happy to tag along and have a few drinks. I wasn't expecting much out of the nights activities. The first bar we went to was in a word "lame." It was a mellow acoustic music place, people sitting in small groups, sipping white wine. We had a drink and listened to a couple of songs. It was approaching 11:00 pm when Mary said, "let's get out of here before they start to serve the milk and cookies." We hopped into a cab and Mary told the driver, "5280 Club, please" I had never heard of the place but I figured Mary knew what she was doing and anything was better than the last club. We arrived at a large black warehouse with an awning in front and two bouncers, a large man and a large woman. The awning simply had the numbers "5280" on the front. There was a line of people waiting to get in but Mary simply walked up to the large woman and gave her a hug and whispered something in her ear. The large woman bouncer laughed and unhooked the velvet rope and let us in. Mary is amazing that way, she knows everybody and the people she doesn't know she can charm. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior. There was the deep bass pulse of house music and a DJ commanded the dance floor from a raised stage. Through out the multi-tiered space dance areas were punctuated by low couches around large round coffee tables, platforms really, and pillars with scantily clad men and women dancers. A large bar ran along one wall and that's where we headed. It didn't take long to notice that most of the people in the club were in same-sex groups. I squeezed into a spot along the bar and ordered drinks. What I thought was a very tall black woman turned and accidentally bumped into me. Upon seeing her face I noticed that she was not a woman at all but a man in drag. She gave me a smile and a wink and went about her way. Mary squeezed my arm and gave me a smile. "Careful, Mary said, she would eat you alive." We both laughed and I bought us a round. We toasted and then like a good wing-man I began to scope out the crowd for Mary. We discussed the merits of different pick-up techniques and the differences between the les and the hetero approaches. We were both having a good time when all of a sudden I heard a scream of delight. Mary was hugging a woman and they were both jumping up and down. The woman was tall about 5'10" and had long straight blonde hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a red riding jacket like English ladies wear hunting, and tight tan jodhpurs, those stretch riding pants. Mary and this woman hugged and squealed. When they final ended their embrace Mary introduced her friend. "This is Emma. She is one of my oldest friends and I haven't scene her in at least 7 years. Emma, this is my good friend and art school chum, Dre." We extended handshakes and hellos and Emma asked, "so hmmm, are you two a couple?" "Heavens NO!" exclaimed Mary. "I'm not even interested in men, I've come out Em. Dre is just a good friend and my wing-man tonight." I could see a little sparkle in Emma's eyes, as she took hold of both Mary's hands and put them against her chest and looking at Mary said, "well then we have a lot in common, and so much to talk about. Oh! But first I want to introduce you to Billy!" I could see Mary sink a bit as she forced a grin. Emma moved back through the crowd and emerged with a figure also dressed in very tight jodhpurs as well. When they came closer it was difficult to tell the gender of the androgynous figure. Billy, was wearing a puffy white shirt with long sleeves much like you'd see on an 18th century gentleman but more feminine, his hair was long and blond and cut in kind of a layered mop. He had full lips that were shiny with pink lip-gloss, he had on perfectly applied eye makeup, and he wore a black leather choker that matched his black leather riding boots. Mary grabbed him by the arm and pushed him forward and said, "This is my wing... um...um... boy, Billy. We have been best friends forever even though Billy is so much prettier than me and I get's me sooo mad!" We all chuckled and as I shook Billy's hand I couldn't help but notice how soft it was. Billy was truly beautiful in a non-gender-specific way. Looking at him created the same kind of feelings I had when looking at a beautiful woman. "What's with the riding out fits?" Questioned Mary. Billy said, "We're fox hunters, get it? FOX HUNTERS...? Oh well anyway let's get a drink and find a couch." We all laughed and after some searching we found a couch and chatted about Mary and Emma and how they had been friends in high school. We also chatted about their coming out and how their life experiences were so similar. Billy was also adding his experience to the story and I for the most part just listened. After a bit, Billy put his hand on my knee and said, "And poor Dre has been completely left out! Sorry sweetie. Well girls let's get this sexy guy on the dance floor so I don't look like a total loser, and Dre doesn't die of boredom!" We all headed toward the pulsing music coming from the dance floor. The scene was quiet erotic. On the edge of the floor two women were kissing in the most gentle yet sensual way, their scantily clad bodies glistening with sweat. All possible combinations of people were enjoying the throb of the base and the deft touch of the DJ. At first we all danced together, but it was obvious that Mary and Emma were interested in each other. Soon they were dancing like a couple, Mary's hands on Em's hips and Em's arms around Mary's shoulders. I couldn't help but notice Billy's body. He was a great dancer. His skin was alabaster and he had deep blue eyes set off by dramatic eyeliner and long black lashes. His tight riding pants showed off lean but fit thighs and a very tight round butt. Several times he brushed up against me either turning so his ass pressed into my crotch or he let a hand linger on my shoulder, waist or chest. I have to admit that Billy was sexy and there was no doubt he was teasing me. After an hour of dancing I looked over at Em and Mary and they were kissing each other. Billy mimed a drinking motion and we made our way to the bar. By now the 5280 club was packed and there was just enough room for me to squeeze into the bar. Billy slipped his hand around my waist and pushed up against me so that we could both order drinks. He smelled good like woman's perfume and as I turned to ask him what he wanted I couldn't help but notice his fine features and full glossy lips. There was an awkward pause as we froze for a moment face to face. I quickly said, "What would you like to drink? How about a Mojito?" "You read my mind sailor." Billy said with a coy grin. I didn't want to move as I was enjoying Billy's arm around my waist and he wasn't moving either. I could feel his warm body pressed against me and I liked it. He leaned over just an inch from my ear and said, "It appears we've done a good job tonight. It looks like Emma and Mary are hitting it off. So we got them laid... now what about us?" Just then our drinks arrived. I was in a bit of shock. I took a big gulp finishing half. Billy was hot, and attractive in a way I had never experienced, and I didn't know what to do. Until that moment I hadn't considered anything that happened that night as more than just innocent flirting. But now it was happening. Did I want this man? Billy gave me a sexy grin and I could feel the bulge of his package press against my hip. I knocked back the rest of my drink and Billy took my hand and pulled me back to the dance floor. He was doing a kind of backward samba as he led me to the dance floor his eyes locked on mine. He placed my hands on his hips and we began to sway to the music. The crowd pressed in on us and soon my legs were between his and we were pressing against each other. Billy's hands wandered over my chest and shoulders, often caressing the nape of my neck. I began to reciprocate amazed at how slender his waist. Soon we were face to face and it happened, we kissed. It was soft yet firm, more insistent than a woman's kiss. Billy was skilled with his tongue and it snaked into my mouth. I pulled him against me and my hands instinctively went to his ass. I could feel him moan into my mouth as I took two handfuls of butt and squeezed. I could not believe how erotic kissing Billy was and how good his body felt. We continued to kiss on the dance floor, swaying to the pulse of the music. I could now feel his stiffening cock against my already hard 7" erection. Our lips parted and we simply smiled as we swayed to the music our hips locked together our hands on each others hips. Billy smiled at me and tilted his head to the side and flipped his long blond hair. He said, "Hey wanna take me home?" I nodded and Billy led me by the hand off the dance floor. Walking behind Billy I was amazed by his combination of feminine and masculine. He was about 5'10" his hips swayed and his ass was full and round, he had wide shoulders long slender arms, yet when he turned slightly I could see his delicious looking package and the outline of what appeared to be a nice size cock in his too-tight riding jodhpurs. Half way to the door two leather biker types looked at Billy and nodded appreciatively. Here I was in this gay club and I had unintentionally made a conquest, or had Billy? I was flattered and confused but most of all completely horny. As we stepped out into the cool night air I could see Billy's erect nipples and his pale smooth chest. I wanted this boy. Fortunately the cab line was short and Billy didn't live too far away. We made out on the elevator ride up to his apartment. He surprised me by pushing me against the wall in the elevator and grabbing my cock and balls and squeezed them through my jeans as he looked at me and smiled. He just looked into my eyes and tightened and relaxed his grip as he sucked on the middle finger of my hand. His message was unmistakable. His place was modern and very nice. I had found out that he was only 25 but made a bundle as a stylist. He kissed me quickly on the mouth then pushed me onto the couch. "Get us something to drink baby while I go freshen up and slip into something sexier." I couldn't imagine what would make Billy sexier than he was but I was not going to argue. I found a bottle of champagne in the fridge and since it was domestic and I was in essence a virgin I thought, "why not?" I poured two glasses and drained mine. I was suddenly nervous. Was I doing the right thing? Should I run? My head was racing but my cock was still hard. Before I could work through all the different scenarios Billy walked into the room from his bedroom. He looked amazing. He was wearing a pair of gold lame bikini panties the cradled his cock and balls like a bon-bon. He had on thigh-high nylons and a pair of gold high heel women's sandals. And to top it all off he was wearing a string of pearls. "I thought you'd like my girlie side. Besides I'm betting you are new to this and this might help. You like?" said Billy He turned around and bent over slightly showing off his perfect ass and long smooth legs. Yes I did like. I refilled my glass and brought another over to Billy and we toasted, "To first times." We clinked our glasses and drank. I slipped my arm around his waist and pulled him against me. Billy put his hand in my hair and we kissed passionately. He broke the kiss and motioned me to follow to the bedroom, giving me a good show of his round pantie clad ass. Billy said, "stand here," pointing to the foot of the bed. He kissed my neck as he unbuttoned my shirt, then my pants and pulled them down on my hips. Billy then moaned and dropped to his knees in front of me. He rubbed my bulge through my boxers, he was slow and deliberate driving me completely crazy with lust. He then took my cock, still clad in my shorts, and stroked it through the fabric. Continuing the tease Billy slowly pulled down my boxers until my rock hard cock popped out to Billy's delight. "Mmmmm baby you have a nice cock, very tasty." Said Billy between licks and strokes of my thick hard on. "I love the pre-cum and you are giving me a lot. Mmmmm baby you taste so good." Billy was a great cocksucker. He pushed me back on the bed and I scooted back so he could climb on. His gold pantie ass was in the air as he rested on his elbows sucking me off. From this angle Billy could have been a man or a woman. I realized that what had me turned-on was the sharing of an erotic, sexual experience with another soul. My inhibition seemed to slip away with that realization. Billy now had my cock wet with saliva and he was making nasty slurping and sucking sounds. At one point I could feel him push down on my rod, making it go into his throat. Just like a porn star he repeatedly plunged all the way down and pulled off showing off long strings of sticky spit like a prize. I was in heaven but I knew if I didn't stop this blowjob I'd cum, and I wanted this to last. I softly took hold of Billy's chin gently guiding him off my cock. He now straddled my chest and I could see the distinct outline of his hard tool in his gold panties. I rubbed his cock through the silky material. Billy said in a breathy voice, "mmmmm my lover wants some boy cock?" I pulled the panties down to reveal an uncut 6" cock. I stroked the shaft revealing the tip of Billy's cock head. I loved playing with and feeling Billy uncut cock and I stroked it with delight. Billy slid up my chest until his member was just within reach of my mouth. I pulled his foreskin back and the pre-cum covered dome of his cock head appeared. I move the foreskin back and forth over Billy's swollen mushroom head, it glistened in the low candle-light of the bedroom. Billy was moaning and I began to lick the tip of his cock. I ran my tongue between the foreskin and his cock head savoring the taste of pre-cum that had collected there. I began to stroke him more vigorously and take more of the shaft in my mouth. His cock was thick and was widest just behind the head. I loved the velvety texture of it on my tongue. I drooled as I suck his cock in and out of my mouth. Billy was now moaning and encouraging me as I sucked. "Come on baby suck me good. Take my cock in that hot mouth and suck it good, Fuck, yes babe do me, oh fuck, oh fuck, mmmmmm yeah suck it you fine cocksucker." Billy gasped and pushed me off his cock. He reached over to the nightstand to open the drawer. He had to slide further up in the process. I took advantage of the situation to grab two full hands of ass and suck on his clean-shaven balls. He moaned in approval. After giving his nut sack a thorough sucking I pulled his ass to my mouth and rimmed his hole. I thought to myself that I could get to like this. Billy said in a halting voice, "you know what I need babe." He spun around so we were in a 69 position, after giving my hard cock a few nasty sucks he slid a condom on my bone and covered it in lube. Balancing himself over my erection he positioned his ass to fuck me. We were now facing each other and his shaggy mop of hair was slightly wet from the sweat on his face. His dark eye makeup made him look just like Daryl Hannah in Blade Runner and he gasped as he pushed himself down on my cock. However unlike Daryl Hannah he had a beautiful stiff boner pointing out at a 45 degree angle. The sight of Billy, my cock in his ass and his cock so hard and throbbing was amazing. He worked more of my member into to his tight hole. It felt so unbelievably good. I began to thrust back and Billy began to smile as he fucked me. As our pace increased his hard cock swung up and down, hitting my pelvis on the down-thrust. I had my hands on his ass encouraging him to take my cock in long full strokes. Billy would occasionally reach down and stroke himself as we fucked in this position. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh fuckin baby, I love your fat cock inside me. Fuck your boy bitch good baby, yeah mmmmm fuck my ass soooo fuckin good." Billy hissed over and over as he bounced on my rock-hard cock. I was reaching the point of no return. Billy let out a gasp and his head went back and his mouth opened. He was stroking his cock and a long rope of cum shot out. It landed across my face and neck. He gasped again and his body shuttered and another rope of cum landed on my chest, neck and chin. Billy's cum continued to flow from his cock and covered his hand and ran down onto my body. I said, "Billy I'm going to cum baby." He quickly dismounted and pulled off my condom going down on my cock his legs on either side of my head. I quickly took his still firm boner into my mouth and tasted and sucked the last bit of cum out of Billy as I reached orgasm. My back arched and a powerful wave erupted from my core. Billy squeezed the base of my cock hard as my orgasm exploded in a rush. Wave-after-wave, I was cumming and cumming as I moaned with Billy's cock in my mouth. Billy hummed in appreciation and delight as he pumped my cock mercilessly his mouth sucking hard on my cock head. We both collapsed in a cum-covered 69. Billy lifted himself and lay on top of me. I could see his face covered in cum and he was smiling and holding something in his mouth. We kissed and he pushed a mouthful of sperm and saliva into me. I swallowed it down greedily as we swapped sticky tongues. Billy lay on top of me. I could feel his cock against mine as I squeezed his ass. We kissed and laughed until we both started to get hard again. Billy said, "Do you think Emma and Mary are having this much fun?" I said, "who?" We made love into the morning, it was amazing. Billy and I hook up often. My bisexual awakening has been a revelation and I feel I am growing as a person and a lover all thanks to beautiful Billy.

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It was always a great day when the two of them got to lounge about and do nothing of substance when, far in the distance, the hustle and bustle of a city in panic about the sudden appearance of a giantess made for the best background noise. As was normally the case, Emily had taken the opportunity to get as far away from the actual city center as possible, walking over to an unoccupied section of the countryside a few miles out, where there was just enough undeveloped land that she could lie down and pretend like she wasn’t big enough to be seen from orbit with a naked eye, even as just a big, furry splodge on the ground. After the little surprise she sprung on Kitty back at the park, the gigantic cat had taken it upon herself to keep giving her mate the best ride of his life, which wasn’t exactly difficult considering said mate was trapped in between a pair of breasts that, even at her immense size, looked quite large on her; and by quite large, she of course meant they were very much big enough to hang below her waist and still block her vision at the same time. Honestly, it was a wonder that she could even walk at all, but when one could transform at will into that sort of colossal, monstrously gorgeous form, the laws of physics just took one look and opted not to get involved; hence why her hands were very busy pressing against the sides of her breasts and smushing them together to ensure that Kitty, still safely inside the confines of her by-now-city-sized cleavage, could appreciate what it was like to experience literal heaven. At least initially; she had more plans for him after she got bored moving him around like that, but it was good entertainment for at least a couple of hours, enough that, when she finally fished her partner out after trying to grab him for ten minutes, the poor thing’s eyes had glazed over and he could barely put words together, being too busy drooling over what he’d just experienced. This was good, this was exactly what she expected of him, it meant he was primed for more; or, at least, that’s what Emily liked to assumed, it was oddly hard to know what was on Kitty’s mind when he stopped talking out of arousal overdose, though given he was still hard, that had to mean he was liking where things were going, right? Honestly, she didn’t even need to do to much, just drop the guy on one of her nipples and watch as he hugged that thing like it was a skyscraper-sized body pillow, giggling like an idiot and repeating the words “big” and “more” over and over again to no one in particular. Emily enjoyed that about him; no matter how massive she became, he always liked to push her to be larger, even past the point where he could produce coherent thoughts on his own… and she was happy to oblige, but not like that; she had to pick him up again, hold him high enough that the winds knocked some sense back into him, at least enough that he could actually understand what he was looking at: his Emily, his precious kitten, letting loose her growth powers and allowing her breasts to fill so much that they practically buried her underneath their heft, leaving only her face and devious little smile to tell him that the two were only just starting. Needless to say, his reaction to this was quite… visceral. If only he could grow as much as she could, then the local geography would be a lot flatter. And a lot more flooded as well, all things considered. Still, he couldn’t, which meant that Emily had to pick up the slack for the both of them. At their size difference, it was difficult for her to really think of anything that didn’t involve abusing said difference for all it worth; after all, she had near-perfect control over her body, so it was perfectly legitimate for her to do something such as, say, poke out her tongue, slowly lower Kitty onto it, then using a single fingertip to flatten him against it, allowing him to hold onto its rough surface as it was slowly pulled back into her mouth. There was no desire for consumption there; rather, Emily was merely going to run that tongue over the top part of her mouth while her partner was still clinging on for dear life, giving him an experience that was, if nothing else, unique; he’d been dropping hints about it for months, so why not take the opportunity to give him exactly what he wanted and even more? After a few good passes, the Kitty that was left on Emily’s tongue was not the same one that had just been there a few moments prior; this one had completely lost the ability to produce any sound other than a low, groaning moan, had blown his load a couple of times, and was so worn out that he couldn’t even beg for his partner to become even bigger for him. He was so worn out, in fact, that he deserved a nice, refreshing bath, and Emily knew exactly where and how to give him one. As much as she’d made her tits too big for her to move anymore (even giantesses had limits after all), she hadn’t yet made them so colossal that she couldn’t reach her nipples, and given how those mounds were not only huge, but also stuffed to the brim with cream, there was really nothing stopping her from exploiting that to her heart’s content. As biology wasn’t really a concern anymore, nothing stood in the way of her gently dropping Kitty onto the very tip of her index finger yet again, turning it over, and then very slowly pressing it into one of her leaky, milk-stained buds, her whole body shivering in response once her digit breached the surface of it and plunged into the depths of her milk-makers. It was a little something for the both of them, as Emily didn’t usually play with herself in that manner; she could only hope that Kitty held on tight to her finger, because after a few seconds of slowly using it to caress and massage the interior of her nipple bud, she wasn’t really doing it slowly any longer. In fact, one might be excused for thinking that a tornado had begin to kick up around her, but no, that was just her breath, coming in short bursts as the giantess began to nearly hyperventilate once one of her most sensitive sweet spots was given the type of stimulation that it craved for. It didn’t occur to her that she might be setting herself up for disaster by the end of it, nor that giving her teats a reason to leak even harder might have some repercussions for Kitty, but that was fine, because it didn’t occur to Kitty either; his partner was so massive that all he really had to do was grab onto a tuft of fur on her finger and enjoy the ride, his nostrils filled with both the sweet smell of the oceans of milk he was so close to and the warm atmosphere of the inside of Emily’s body. It was truly a dream come true, especially once the bigger kitten had the bright idea to start going faster and now both of them were quickly headed to a climax; really, if anything, Kitty was just glad that Emily was also enjoying it, because was already spent, and anything else that happened that day was nothing short of a bonus. As for the giant cat, her mind stopped being concerned about the little one for the five minutes it took for her to reach a peak using only her index finger and one of her breasts, after which the tiny ones below, near where her legs were, suddenly had to contend with a small flood after her nethers gushed with her femcum. It was an interesting experience, achieving orgasm without actually touching herself down there, and one that she Emily was very keen on repeating the next time she allowed herself to grow as massive as she had; in fact, it seemed to even have a knock-on effect on her size in general… or at least that of her tits, because she didn’t recall them being that heavy even after she gave them a size boost to tease her partner even further. Breast growth as a result of milking herself to climax? Yes please! She had the goofiest smile stuck on her face after this realization, and it took an almost ludicrous amount of time before she remembered why exactly it had happened, after which Emily went through a small panic before bringing her hand close to her face and carefully checking where her mate had just been holding on to, hoping that she hadn’t left him in there of all places; she breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Kitty was still present, albeit completely drenched in her cream and looking like his coat had been painted white. Relieved that her partner was safe and sound, something within Emily clicked yet again; it was as if the simple confirmation that Kitty was fine had opened the floodgates, released her from every self-imposed limitation she ever had, because clearly, if her mate could withstand that sort of punishment and come out the other end perfectly fine and probably begging for more (it being hard to hear at those distances), then surely she could afford to go a little bit more wild in her self-ministrations. After all, she was already big enough to cover a substantial portion of the countryside, and her breasts were only growing even larger by the minute now that she bothered to notice it; apparently, stimulating her own nipples like that had quite the effect on her milkiness, which had been seemingly boosted to such ridiculous levels that she could see her mounds expanding in every direction faster than she could control them. This would’ve normally been a problem, but at that moment in time, it instead presented an opportunity: if they were getting so big, then clearly she didn’t need to shrink them… she just had to make the rest of her big enough to compensate for it! It obviously made no sense to anyone but her and Kitty, but frankly, they were the only people that mattered at that point; given that the latter was still firmly stuck to the tip of the former’s finger, Emily was content in simply carrying on with what had to be done, because it did have to be done. There was no turning back around now, no stopping in the middle of a process that could only carry inexorably onwards; she had to go through with it, had to find out what it was like to experience a growthsplosion as a result of a climax, because if there was one thing she had never tried before, it was reaching orgasm and then completely letting go of the many binds she kept on her growth powers, all while Kitty basked in the warmth and softness of her folds, drowning in her juices as she achieved greater heights than ever before. Just the thought of it alone was enough to get her to blush heavily, enough to have her body rumble menacingly as it began to pack on mass from seemingly nowhere; the arousal she felt from imagining herself at those sizes was itself serving as a means of getting there, with the giantess’ body taking up more and more space the longer she allowed herself to fantasize about it, even before she brought the hand with Kitty on it to her most sensitive areas down below. And once she did, well… It was hard to tell just how much she grew in the one instant where her fingers first met her nethers for the first time that day, but what Emily did know was that the amount of air she displaced was so high, and done so quickly, that the ensuing shockwave managed to flatten trees for several miles around, and the moan that escaped from her lips reverberated and echoed through the air until everyone in the whole damned country could hear it, and that was just the first impact! The deeper she went, the more she allowed herself to break through the curtain of awkwardness that came with the knowledge that she was doing this in front of, well, everyone that bothered to look up from the ground, the more powerful the growth spurts became, even as her body became increasingly disproportionate, despite her best efforts to the contrary. Sure, her torso was growing outwards at an astounding rate, enough that she wouldn’t even be able to fit on her home city if it was ten times bigger a couple of times over, but even those dimensions were dwarfed by the absolutely titanic pair of breasts attached to her, big enough that her nipples were already grazing the higher levels of the atmosphere and gushing cream with such strength that it was hitting escape velocity and firing off into interstellar space. Down below, her butt had gotten in on the fun as well, with her cheeks quickly reaching a point where they could compete with her bust for size; at the very least, the sudden explosive growth was enough to pull her up from being smothered by her own bust, even if she was still completely stuck on top of a pair of asscheeks that threatened to consume everything in their path. By that point, her body had gone well and truly out of control, and not only burgeoned outwards thanks to Emily still having both hands stuck between those thickening thighs of hers, but also due to all the mass they were absorbing along the way; entire cities vanished into the pudge of her rear and legs, adding to their growing size, while out in front of her, the cat’s breasts plowed through miles and miles of terrain, taking in everything they could and feeding the resulting mass into their endless expansion. With every second that passed, Earth became less of a planet and more of a beanbag that Emily happened to be sitting upon! Meanwhile, in the place that kickstarted it all, Kitty was going through what he could only assume was a dream; it was the only way his brain could process any of it, just carrying on believing that all of this was just some immensely complex and convoluted wet dream that would eventually end at some point in the future, because taking in the realization that the love of his life was just that massive and happily playing with herself while he barely registered as a blip on the tip of her finger was too much for him to handle. In the good way, really, but he still liked to have his wits about him so he could enjoy what was happening: from light to darkness, from the cold air outside to the warm interior of his mate’s body, all of it alternating every second or so, until he was intoxicated with her scent, enamored by the sensation of her skin and fur, passion fuelling his own arousal until he was practically in a constant state of climax himself. It was all he could ask of her, all he could expect, and if not for the fact that he knew that Emily still loved him as much as he loved her, he might’ve felt inadequate over not being able to reciprocate on the same scales that she operated at. Then again, that was probably for the best; if she could become so colossal all on her own, one wonders how enormous she’d get if the two of them could go at it like a pair of horny rabbits at those sizes! The whole planet quaked underneath Emily, struggling to deal with her mounting size, the crust cracking radially from where her butt was sitting, said cracks becoming wider and deeper the more her thighs and cheeks absorbed everything around her. Anyone looking at her from afar would probably think the giantess had their torso detached from their real body and placed on a lower half that belonged to someone else, because her gigantic rear and impossibly soft and thick thighs and legs were of such an immense scale that they truly looked like a seat, a throne upon which she comfortably lay… and yet, she still moved with uncanny grace, as if having an ass big enough that the planet was starting to look small was no impediments to her curling her toes and bending her legs backwards in order to better reach her nethers, in order to plunge her fingers deeper into her lower lips, to make it easier and easier for her body to continue expanding in every direction. Emily’s breasts were already in orbit, though it was up in the air whether they were orbiting the Earth or things had gone the other way around, what with the milk they jettisoned forming a nice, consistent, creamy line around them that had begun to coalesce into a set of beautiful rings. Every second were miles in every direction, then tens of miles, hundreds, and soon the whole world was encompassed by her lower body, no longer a beanbag, no longer even a comfortable place to sit on; it was too small, a puny sphere that very quickly vanished into her folds, ready to be absorbed just like so many other things before. Emily didn’t even notice until she felt her body was well and truly weightless, and even then it took her bringing a single hand between her planet-shadowing cheeks to fish out what was left of the Earth from within them. It was so tiny, so small that she could already hold it between her index finger and thumb… and this was with her main body being a fraction of the size of her assets, so one could only imagine how unbelievably huge she was. And yet, there was a whole universe out there, wasn’t there? Why bother with Earth? Nothing but a crunchy snack.

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Title: Lion King : Chapter ll Family extended part 2 by lionkingmaster Tags: Lion, Lion King, Lioness, Violence We left off at nala and kiara attacking zian (Kiara and nala jump at zian with one swipe zian knocks nala and kiara unconsious)So where were we. Leave me alone zian. Let me get a kiss for old times.(Zian pins jewel)KARO.who are you yelling to.(A skull rattling roar startles zian and jewel)Simba help me. Step any closer and i'll slit her throat.(Karo tackles zian)Leave her alone.(Zian hits karo back,Karo is astonished by zians strength)Is this who you left me for a weak lion like this.(Simba walks to zian)If you wish to fight karo then you have to fight m...(Zian swipes simba unconsious)So are we going to do this. What are you trying to accomplish zian what do you have to gain. What do i have to lose and i can gain what was stolen from me. Jewel left so she did'nt have to suffer your crualty. Really well thats to damn bad i'll make sure to make her suffer extra. She was'nt kidding when she said she had the worst childhood. She was'nt lieing zira told me to make jewel's life a living hell.(Karo retracts his claws and bears his teeth)You want a fight lets go. Its about time.Action:Zian hits karo and knoxks him back. Karo tackles zian. Zian hits karo again and knocks him back.(Karo gets frustrated)Karo hits zians face.Zian just smiles...I can see your already breathing hard i'm not.Karo the only way you can beat him is to get mad. No its to dangerous jewel there's no telling what i'll do. What will getting mad accomplish for you. It means your defeat. Fine at least it may be interesting. No i won't do it. Fine i'll rage it out of you.(Zian hits jewel against a tree she moans in pain)K..a..r..o.. ge..t angry.(Karo's eye's turn red and his heart beats faster)Get himm ka..r..o...(jewel passes out)So this is your angry mode you seem heartless.Action:Karo hits zian and pins him.You stupid lion. Zian takes his feet out and pins karo. As if it would be that easy. Karo hits zian and throws him back far. Who's breathing hard now. I'm not done. Zian delivers one last combo. Zian hits karo,karo moves just then zian hits karo with a bone shattering swipe.Zian collapse. Karo roars and falls. End of part 2 comment please

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Title: Lost Friends by Onych Tags: Adventure, Love, Romance, Stallion, Story Series Lost friends The high summit of the White Mountains was windy today. The power and force blowing snow and ice all around the caravan and its occupants like waves on a beach. They were all rapped up so all you could see was a pare of dark mysterious eyes. The men walked on the outside of the carts to protect them from falling off the edge or a surprise attack. The females rode in the carts, bundled with their young in big blankets. The clothes worn were that of middle class citizens, natural colors with little to no taters of frays. The cloaks of the men were mostly brown with black cloth covering their faces. The women the same minus white cloth covered their faces. The crest of there clan was etched in the side on the carts and on the cloaks as well. The crest consisted of a horse shoe print with a sword and arrows crossed in the middle. This let people know their class and occupation. They were guardians of the king's land and friends on the outlands as well. The caravan pushed on slowly, almost on the down hill side of the pass. They topped the hill and could see down in the valley below. I was just coming into spring and the flowers and the tree were blooming. The valley was painted in deep greens pinks and purples, with reds and yellows sprinkled in between them. To the south of the pass was the castle of the king, spiking out of the grown like a gray sword. It was huge, the largest castle in all the kingdoms from the blue sea to the sand hills. The leader of the caravan lifted his fist; the caravan came to a halt. He turned and pointed at two men on the left of the first cart. "Sweep the road below, make sure it is safe." With a booming voice and a single motion of his fist the two warriors made haste down the trail. "Sythe!" He called out over the caravan. A young warrior came to his side and stood at attention. "Yes father?" The boy called out, his cloak wipping about in the cold wind. "I want you to cover the left, but first tell Brohn to fall back and cover the rear." Another order and a wave of his hand and Sythe nodded and briskly walked back to the last cart. The leader then turned and motioned the caravan to continue moving. With a steady jerk the men pulling the carts sprang into action and fallowed. Sythe nodded his head to Brohn to confirm the order and ran up to new place. He looked ahead at his father and smiled under his cloak, admiring his natural ability to lead. "I will be like him one day, one day." Sythe said to himself. It was mid afternoon as the caravan started to reach the first groves of trees. The weather had changed from a windy cold hell to a warmer calmer day. Feeling the change in the air Sythe dropped down his face cover and removed his heavy cloak. He placed them on the cart he was walking next to and removed all of the heavy clothing, leaving him in only his brown loin cloth and his sword draped across his back, his fit young body now exposed to the world. An average height for his age but and beautiful horse to look at, his black fur shining in the sun and his in shape body rippling with every step. Many warriors fallowed him in removing their clothes, putting them on the carts and stretching their arms and breathing deep. "We will rest here for a moment." The leader said with a low voice, noticing his warriors removing articles of clothing. "How far are we Thrush from the castle?" A voice called from the back of the group. "Three, maybe four hours." Thrush called back, still looking ahead. The two warriors returned to the caravan, they had removed their heavy clothes as well. "Sir, the road is clear all the way to town, and the weather should be sunny all the way." The soldier snapped as stiff as a board while addressing Thrush, showing his discipline in his training. "Good, take a rest and we will continue shortly." Nodding at the soldiers and turning back to look at the caravan, scanning it over to make sure everyone was accounted for. He looked over to his son who was getting a drink in the creek near by. Seeing an opportunity to talk to his son he started to walk over and stops behind him. Sythe was bent down cupping water in his hands and drinking it slowly as some water ran down his chin. He turned his ears to better hear the approaching horse, turning his head to see it was his father. Standing up he smiled at his father, and shook the water off of his hands. "Water's nice and cold." He said as he wiped his face off and waited for an answer. "Good, son I wanted to talk to you about what the ceremony will be like tomorrow. Now I know you have heard about it but there are some things you probably don't know." Thrush said with a very serious look on his face. "Yes, what are they father?" Sythe chimed in, interested it what his father had to say. "You know that tomorrow you will be knighted by his majesty and you will be given a place in his army. The things you don't know is that you will not see me for two years when you are given your assignment. I have put in a request that you do not serve under me for your first two years so you can learn respect for your fellow soldiers as well as develop your ability to be a leader." Sythe was taken back by the news and couldn't find any words to say. He stood there like a statue processing the news. "I know this is a shock but don't worry, I will tell the king of your many skills and abilities so you might get a place on his royal guard." Knowing the news was hard to take Thrush smiled and tried to lighten the mood. "I...wow...ah...thank you father." The words fell out of his mouth in blurbs and he couldn't hide his face of sadness. He couldn't imagine not serving under his father, he couldn't imagine not seeing him for two years. All this was so hard to take and made him a little weak in the knees. "I hope you understand why I did this, my father did the same thing and I am now the general of the mountain clans. I did it so you can learn from the leaders in the kingdom to further you skills as a leader. It saddens me to see you like this but I promise it will work out in the end." Nodded and turned away from his son, hiding the ears in his eyes and he walked away. Sythe couldn't move, his heart was torn from the news. He would be all alone in the castle, if that's were he is placed. He slowly made it back over to the carts and tried to look happy, but didn't. The other soldiers looking at him, knowing the news he just received. With a booming voice his father called out the order to assemble and get ready to move out. Sythe quickly shook off the grief and returned to his post on the left of his father, knowing it was a long road ahead of him. They reached the walls of the castle and continued around to the gate. The caravan was met by the sound of horns blowing in the towers to announce there arrival as the gate keeper called out that the general was at the gate. Slowly the gate fell and slammed against the ground, making a dull thud. The order was given by Thrush to move on and the caravan crossed over the bridge. The streets of the city surrounded by the walls quickly surrounded them as they pushed there way through. People were calling out to them to try and sell there goods. An array of species walked around, wolves and cats and Bovines and other horses combed the streets. Sythe had been here before but it still was over whelming and exciting to be here. His time he was not so enthused though, his mind was still stuck on the news given to him up in the pass. He knew that most of the men that were made to serve under the king in his royal guard never left the castle. He hadn't seen many of his friends that he grew up with in three or four years. His best friend went to join the army and ended up here and has never been back. The thought of his best friend only made his heart even sadder. He was absolutely in love with Onych his friend and was devastated when he got the news he was leaving to go to the army. He remembered how they would spend the summer playing in the trees and would fall asleep in the tall grass. A smile came to his face as he thought about he first time they made love. How it was snowing out side and this father was at the town meeting and he was supposed to stay home with Onych. They kissed for the first time that night, making Sythe true to Onych and not sleeping with anyone else since he left. With the thought of that his heart threw out a spark of hope, he was here in the castle and so was Onych. He might be able to see him, and if he was to be stationed here, he might get to work side by side with him. The thought put a big smile on his face and he picked his head up and walked so proud and excited all the way up to the palace. The palace was a fine place to look at, and even finer place to live Sythe thought. He looked up and the ceiling and the cloth hanging from it. The hall they walked down was giant, stretching a massive thirty feet in the air. Soldiers lined the hall ever ten feet, dressed in armor that was shinny and impressive. He smiled at the thought that he might get to were one of those. A big hit with the men he thought and he stared at them. The group of men finally reached the doors at the end of the hall way and two guards opened them. They walked through into a room that was massive. It had many hall ways leading in different directions and each was marked by a sign next to it. "General, you will be staying in the west hall, the rest of your men will stay in the north hall. Dinner is at nine and if you need anything there will be maids there to assist you." The guard said and saluted Thrush. "Very well." Thrush motioned his hand and the guard bowed and left, he then turned and looked at his men. "I will see you all at dinner, get some rest and get your stuff put away." The men nodded and with out a word started down the north hall way. Sythe was the last one to walk by his dad and he looked at him and smiled. "See you at dinner." His happy mood made his father look at his strange but then he smiled back and turned to go down the hall to his room. Sythe hurried down the hall to get to his room to put his stuff up so he could start to search the castle for Onych. He hurried as fast he could with all of his stuff over his shoulder. When out of no were a big set of arms grabbed him and pulled him into the corner. Sythe was slammed up against the massive body and brought into a big hug, almost squeezing him to death. "Huh, get off me, get off right now!" Sythe blurted out. Then the body spoke to Sythe and he froze, the voice was very familiar. "Is that the way you treat you best friend?" It was Onych, Sythe couldn't believe it. He turned and hugged back not even looking up to see his face. "I can't believe its you!" He said with excitement and he hugged into the massive horse. He then realized he scared the crap out off him and pushed out of his arms. "You could have just popped out from around the corner instead of scaring me to death!" Sythe put his hands on his hips and tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't. "You look so mad at me I can tell." Onych said sarcastically and reached out and pulls Sythe back into another hug. "I missed you Sythe." He said holding him close. "I missed you too." They stood there and help each other for what seemed a long time when Onych broke the hug and looked down at Sythe. "You don't have a boyfriend do you? Cause that would suck for me." He said smiling. "No, I haven't had one ever since you left." The Statement made Onych smile even bigger. "So it is safe to kiss you then right?" He reached down and locked lips with Sythe, not giving his a chance to respond. Sythe reached up and grabbed the back of his head and held him in the kiss, his tongue escaping his mouth and diving into Onych's. Onych picked up Sythe and laid him up against the wall. Sythe dropped his gear and rapped his legs around Onych's well build waste. The two horses were lost in the moment and two guards walked by and were startled at what they saw. "HHMMM! Shouldn't you two get a room!?" Onych and Sythe broke the kiss and blushed and Onych let Sythe down. "We were just on our way there." With a nod the two guards started down the hall. Onych looked at Sythe and started laughing. "Grab your stuff and I will show you to your room." Still laughing he turned and started walking down the hall. Sythe quickly gathered his bag and started after him. Walking a little behind him to admire his body in his little loin cloth and how his white and red fur was almost perfect. Standing ten feet he was a big horse and had the equipment to match. Sythe always was so turned on by his body and his size, and how he could say anything and make it sound so hot. Only standing seven feet Sythe was quite a bit smaller that his friend but he was also four years younger too. They had been friends for a long time and they were each others first. They would only get to yiff once or twice a month due to training but when they did it was absolutely amazing. Sythe could remember being so sore and hardly being able to walk the next morning after many of them. Sythe ran up behind Onych and wraps his arms around his waist, throwing him off balance a bit. "Gods, I missed your sexy ass so much!" Sythe smiled as he squeezed Onych's waist. "I missed you too." He smiled and grabs Sythe's arms and pulled him to his side. "Here you are, this is your room sexy." Onych pushes the door open and waves the young horse in. "Would you like help putting your stuff away?" Onych said in a sexy tone. "Mmm, yes please." Sythe inquired back, looking at Onych from over his shoulder. Both horses walked in the room and the door slowly closed behind them.

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Title: How to Write a Novel Tags: writing, writer's block, novel, story **How to Write a Novel** *Making it through the plagues that plague writers.* Ideas strike like meteors upon an unsuspecting moon. In the fallout of debris, an idea occurs to you: hey, what if... You hurl yourself towards your instrument of writing and in the aftermath of the explosion, words trickle from your brain and into your fingertips. A novel is crafted. Triumphantly, you write the words "The End" and post your work of magnificence. At least, ideally, that's the way it would go. But let's be honest. There's one hundred and fifty different ways that writer's block can and will plague the aspiring writer and as soon as you snare that idea and drag it kicking and screaming back to your computer, they'll start whispering to you from the shadows. *You're not good enough.* Bullshit, you say, and sit down. Now that your ass is planted in the seat, let's get started with the Plagues that Doom Writers. (Why yes, they probably do ride pale horses.) **1: Getting Started: the idea.** Welcome to no-man's land. You don't even have a blank page to carry you forward here, you only have the almighty power of your imagination. Fortunately, if you're here, you've probably been gifted at the very least the power to appreciate other people's sheer power of imagination and that's all you need. Say it with me: there is no such thing as an original story. It's all been done. So just relax and get over it; who cares if someone else wrote a story about a lesbian in outer space? It's the conception that needs to be original. If you can't make it past step one, you don't deserve to panic in the oncoming steps of novelling glory. Fuck your worries about not being original in their tight and sensual anus and just roll with something that you are genuinely interested in writing. Remember, you're going to have to edit the damn thing to hell and back again later. Go read some novels if you don't have any ideas, or look at some pictures, or watch a movie, or go for a walk. Look at things through new eyes. Come back when you have something you're interested in. Finding an idea should be the easiest part of this task. You need some things to be easy. **1.5: The intermission.** Now that you have an idea, you have to do something with it. Is it all in your head, or do you write fifty-seven pages of outline? One cryptic note, or an entire computer program dedicated to the worldbuilding? If you don't know which is the best option to pursue, think about it in terms of this: No outlining will mean you are entirely fueled by the energy of the initial implosion and any energy you can generate along the way. This can lead to very exciting crashes and burns in the middle of the story. Outlining means you have to wait to start, but when you're about to crash, you have something you can look at that'll remind you of that initial thrill. Also, it will hold you on target, making for less editing at the end. It may seem like outlining is the way to go, but just allowing your imagination to go wild can bring out plot twists and characterization you hadn't considered in the first place. Freeing your twisted brain to work on a story can make for far more interesting twists. But it can also lead to crashes. Do you want to write a novel fueled entirely by caffeine and your wild, coffee-addled mind? Or do you want to write a controlled novel fueled by an outline crafted by a genius? If you still can't decide, just write the damn thing already. **2: So, now you have an idea. Or maybe a panic attack.** Welcome back to your computer chair. Start writing. Effortlessly carry on until you have story. If you have no problems getting started, skip to step three. It has some trauma for you. Still here? Not so easy, was it? OHGODWHYISTHEPAGESOBLANK. Yeah, I hear you. It's like flying through a cloud. All of the white...why is it so white...sob... You know there are wonderful ideas to be unearthed, but underneath that blank white page, you can't find them. You can't do this. What if you fuck up the page? The first sentence needs to be brilliant. The first paragraph needs to grip your readers intently to the page. The first *page*, now, that's an even bigger doozy. You can't guarantee that an editor will even look past the first couple of pages. The first chapter has to be perfect. PERFECT. The empty air holds you hostage. What are you going to do? How do you start it? You write sentences, you erase them before you even reach the period. Stop panicking. The first page doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be a building block. You can come back and edit it. Breathe. While the first page still has to be perfect... it has to be perfect for your story, and remember, you haven't written it yet. **2.5: Onwards!** This is where your decision for whether or not to outline is going to really shine, or crash and burn in a haze of glorious smoke. Once you've made it past that hurdle of the outline, you're in brand new territory, and it is beautiful, a landscape of hills glistening with the sun and valleys where shadows lurk and whisper and natter and sing off-key. Writing is a very psychotic dance, where on one day you're the king of the hill and the next you're stumbling into the valley of goblins gnawing on your flesh. You're high, you're low, you're hallucinating dreams of characters and can't understand why your main character's mother had to show up on the moon... Do you trust your instincts? Do you trust your outline? You've made it past page one, but you haven't made it past... **3: The Dreaded Late Middle** If you wrote an outline, this is surely where your outline devolved into "and they go to the space station and stop the bad guys". Or you didn't outline and you have no idea how to get to the bad guys. Or you outlined a vast bible of your novel and your characters are flat and you don't know why you outlined twelve pages of this shit. On the far distant side you can see your thrilling climax, but you've still got to drive through Winnipeg in the winter with your mother-in-law to get there. Everything's come undone. Your glorious plot is falling to pieces. You can't find the threads. Your characters are strangers doing strange things and the bad guys seem more interesting now and the climax seems to be on the far side of a really, really dark valley full of boring things to write. Once you make it down, through the archway and into the darkness, it's even worse. On the sides you can hear the whispers of more exciting plots calling to you from the chasm. The valley of death isn't a valley of death, it's a valley of new and exciting novels. *Write me*, they whisper. *Write me instead.* And they present illusions to you of interesting lead characters with fascinating problems and curious friends. Of strange worlds just waiting to be uncovered. Of a grand conspiracy. Of an ancient tomb. Don't listen to them. They're just trying to keep you from writing the grand climax where your characters finally defeat the overlord of space! Would you cheat yourself of that glorious, glorious scene? Here's a secret: you don't have to write it all. If it's boring you to write, it's probably boring people to read. It's easier to add in words later than to take away your babies, so go ahead, surge rapidly forward into your exciting climax. If you want to write it, it will show, and the longer you stay in these droll scenes, the more likely the thrill of that climax is going to slip away. Go ahead and write "they arrived at the space port after a long drive through traffic, the mother-in-law finally fast asleep in the back seat." The ending is coming. **4: It's done!** **5: ...It's not done.** Don't let the overwhelming dread eat your soul. Yes, you have to write it again. And again. And again. Go ahead and exile your first draft to the drawer. You earned it. Crack open the rum. The coffee. We'll be back with "how to write a second\* draft" once you make it out of your drunken celebration and into the sobered realization that the worst is yet to come. \*And third, and fourth, and fifth, and sixth. And people keep asking me why I'm not really published yet.

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Title: Meet Your New Master Ch. 05 Tags: black woman, white man, passion, sex, romance, interracial "You're too funny, John," Nora said trying to control her laughter. Nora was feeling the happiest for the longest time. Or since she could remember for that matter. When she came downstairs, she was treated to a breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and strawberries and crème which were prepared by John. The meal was very lighthearted and he made her laugh nearly the entire time. Nora realized that they had been sitting at the table for over an hour, and knew that John must have things to tend to that day. She stood up and smiled warmly at him, gathering her plates. "Alright, I think it's time to take care of all of these dishes. You worked hard at making the meal so there is no way I'm letting you clean up." "Just a few more minutes," he answered winking at her. "No, no, no. You said that five minutes ago. Now I know you need to go into town to tend to business." She came around the table to reach for John's plate. She was caught off guard, though when John's hand grabbed her wrist. Gently it traveled up her arm and back down again, letting go reluctantly. "Thank you," he said. He was looking at her as if he wanted to say more, but did not. Nora smiled at him shyly, and then turned towards the kitchen with the dishes. In the kitchen she filled a large basin with water she had heated and then proceeded to wash the dishes. As she cleaned, her mind began to wander to other things. Her thoughts immediately turned to the sketch-book in the bathroom. So, he had been thinking about her. Hmmm, and quite a bit from the looks of those drawings! She couldn't help but smile. Maybe he really didn't care at all about the woman who had visited for dinner. He certainly hadn't drawn any pictures of her! Feeling in good spirits, Nora began singing one of her favorite songs and swaying her hips as she finished up the cleaning. Minutes later she was interrupted. "You have an excellent voice." Nora nearly jumped out of her boots to find John standing just a few feet away from her. She had thought he would have left for town already. "John," she gasped. "You scared me. I thought you left. Otherwise I wouldn't have been singing knowing you were nearby!" Playfully she threw the dishrag at him. Having good reflexes he caught it quickly and tossed it into the basin. "Think you could get rid of me so easily?" "You need to get to work my dear," she giggled. "Now if you will excuse me, I think I'm going to go straighten up the dining room." As she attempted to walk past him, he immediately blocked her way. "That can wait," he answered, backing her up against the counter. His hands rested on the counter on either side of her, blocking her in. "You're beautiful...you know that?" "Thank you," she whispered, not sure of what else to say. "There's so many things I want to do to you, Nora. I'm very sure you know exactly what I mean when I say that...don't you?" Playing innocent Nora shook her head. "I'm sorry John. I...I don't quite know what you're talking about." Suddenly she was feeling quite warm. A grin spread across John's face. "No, I think you do, sweetheart. You were looking at my sketch-book while you were in the bath, weren't you. And don't lie. I realized I had left it in there the day before, and thought I should move it incase any of the slaves were to clean in there. Well, I went upstairs before I came in here, and what should I see but prints on the book that had to have been left by wet hands. Can you explain?" "I didn't mean to," she answered quickly, knowing she was caught. "I was just curious as to what it was. But I just looked at it very quickly and..." "Did you touch yourself when you were looking at it?" His hand moved up her right arm and then came to rest on her breast. He caressed it lightly and then allowed his fingers to stroke it back and forth, feeling her nipple already hard and at attention. Nora shook her head. "Tell the truth, sweetheart," he ordered her in a sing-song voice. John slowly began to unbutton the front of her dress down to her stomach. Beneath she wore a pink chemise. John leaned forward and took a hard nipple through the material into his mouth, causing Nora to moan. Reaching downward he pulled her dress up to her stomach. His hand slipped beneath her knickers to find her pussy beginning to ooze juices. He stroked her plump lips and then slowly began to circle her exposed clit. Nora cried out, holding his head to her chest. Between the feeling of the silky material and the wetness of his mouth against her nipple and his hand between her legs, she nearly thought she would scream, but refrained from it, knowing that someone may run into the kitchen to investigate. She stroked John's long dark hair, not wanting him to stop. Grudgingly he pulled away his hand and his mouth and asked her again, "Did you touch yourself when you saw the drawing of us fucking?" "Yes," she answered, lifting her head high to look him squarely in the eye. Nora realized that she shouldn't be ashamed to admit this to him. She also knew it was about time she quit playing shy and let him know how she felt. "It made me wet looking at the picture with the two of together." She reached up and put her hands around his neck and stood on tippy toe to get closer to him. "Truth is," she said, leaning upward and biting his lip gently, "there are many things that I want to do to you too." John groaned and wrapped his arms around her. "Wench," he said before taking her mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue thrusting within the depths of her mouth. Hungrily Nora kissed him back and was so caught up in the moment that she almost didn't notice when John swept her off her feet and picked up into his arms. He began to carry her off, but to where, Nora could care less, as long as she was with him. He carried her up a flight of stairs, all the while still exploring the heat of her mouth with his tongue. Before she knew it, Nora was thrown down onto a bed of what she realized must have been the master bedroom. "Baby, take off your clothes," he ordered as he began to unbutton his shirt at the foot of the bed. John needed to feel her skin against him more than anything else at the moment. His fingers trembled as he began to take off his clothes as he watched her unbutton the rest of her dress. "So fucking sexy," he thought to himself as he watched her come down to just her knickers, chemise and stockings. He slipped out of his underwear and watched in anticipation for her to take off the rest of her clothes. She did it without shyness or hesitation and was soon as naked as he. For moments they both stood still, examining the other's aroused body, John still standing at the foot of the bed and Nora on her knees in the middle of his sheets. John couldn't believe she was his. Her caramel skin looked delicious, especially against the contrast of her dark brown nipples that stood out proud, begging for his touch. Her stomach was flat leading down to a patch of dark curls. Her hips and ass were curved quite nicely. Nora was equally pleased by the sight of John. He was quite rough looking with his piercing dark eyes, his hair that hung down, and with the stubble across his face. But he was incredibly sexy. He had a muscular body and was arguably the most masculine man she had ever met. Though she had not seen many cocks, she knew that his was on the large side. It had hurt her the first time, but now she knew it would give her nothing but pleasure. Finally Nora broke the ice, giving John a wicked smile. "I'm getting cold over here by myself. Won't you come and warm me up?" "I'd be happy to oblige," John answered with a wink and began to crawl on the bed until he was behind her. He stroked the tops of her arms and licked her left earlobe. "Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered to her. His hard manhood pressed against her back. "I want you," she sighed, leaning back against him. "Tell me where you need to be touched." He began to kiss her neck and could feel her pulse beating faster. "You know." "Tell me," he ordered her. "I want you to touch me...between my legs," she answered. She spread them without even being conscious of it. "I guess you do," he chuckled, as he noticed her readily expose herself to him. "Let's see what we have here." John moved his hands from her shoulders down her light brown body. One hand rested on her hip and the other moved between the lips of her sex, gently exploring. "So wet," he whispered to her. He didn't even need to put his fingers into her tunnel and already could find the slick juices spilling from her. Nora moaned, and began to tweak her own nipples. "Put your fingers in me John," she pleaded. "Now baby," he said, nipping at her earlobe, "that isn't very lady like of you." Nora turned her head to look at the man behind her. "Would you prefer to have a lady in your bed instead of me?" she asked, arching her eyebrow. "Not one bit," he answered her, bringing his lips forward to crush down on her own. Determined to please her, John put two fingers within her depths. She was tight, but they slid in quite easily due to her slick passage. He decided to take advantage of the fact and allowed a third finder in, which was quite a stretch. Nora moaned against his mouth, spreading her legs further apart. As John kissed her and stroked her with his fingers, he thought about what an erotic sight the two of them my look like at that moment and knew he would be sketching a picture of it the next time he had a chance. Nora tore her mouth away from his, breathing hard. "Oh, John," she cried. "You're going to make me cum. Go faster!" Instead, he slowed down the pace. Then to her disappointment, he completely pulled out. "John," she gasped, "what are you doing?" "I'm about to make love to you, baby," he said, bringing his fingers to her mouth. "Taste yourself. Taste how ready you are to be fucked." Nora looked at the fingers he held in front of her face, amazed at how much they were covered with her juices. She didn't even know she could get that wet. She then leaned forward, taking the digits into her mouth, eagerly sucking the juices off. John took her chin in his hands and turned her face towards him so that he could kiss her and taste the cum that lingered in her mouth. "So sweet," he said as he pulled away. "Later on I'll fuck you with my tongue and get to taste those sweet juices first hand. But for now, I think this pussy needs a big cock to please her. Lay down, baby." Nora did as he told her, laying on her back with her head on top of the soft pillows, expecting him to take her missionary style. "Nora, lay on your side," John instructed her. "I want to take you from behind." She was not quite sure what he meant, but did as she was told. John followed her, lying down beside her. Nora could feel his throbbing dick pressing against her bottom. "John...I'm not quite sure how..." "Don't worry baby," he reassured her. "I'll do all the work." He lifted her top leg so that it rested on top of his own and provided him access to her womanhood. He guided his cock so that it was outside of the opening of her cunt. "I'm going to put my cock inside of you now," he told her gently. "Tell me if I hurt you at all baby, and I'll stop right away." He wanted her to feel safe with him and to know that she could trust him completely. "Okay John. Put it in me." John slid his cock about an inch into her wet depths and then paused, waiting to see if she would protest. "Keep going," she groaned, pushing her bottom closer to his body, causing his manhood to slide further into her. "Damn," he whispered. He couldn't resist thrusting his remaining length within her. In and out he slowly stroked within her, but Nora was not about to let him do all the work. She thrust her hips back and forth, her bottom smacking against him. He looked down at their bodies, hypnotized by the site of his white body pressed in the most intimate way against her brown skin. She turned her head to look into his glassy eyes. "Kiss me," she whispered. Their mouths met and tongues intertwined. Nora's first time had been upsetting, but this time, she felt far from that. Never in her life could she have imagined that sex would feel quite like this. John was so long and thick and stretched her to the limit, but it felt like the perfect fit. She could feel a pulsing within her and after each passing moment she wanted more and more to reach her peak, but once she reached it, she wasn't quite sure she could handle it. John had been with many women over the years, but never had he had one like Nora. He knew he was the only man she had ever been with, but with him, she was performing like an expert. Most women he had the experience of being with lay completely still. But not Nora. She was not afraid to show the passion she was feeling as her hips moved with his. "John...I think...I think I'm about to cum," Nora cried out. "That's it, baby. Give it to me," he encouraged her. "I'll come with you." Together their hips began moving faster and faster as John's hard cock plunged within her wet cunt. Nora bit the pillow beneath her in an effort to calm her screams when she was ready to orgasm. "No, baby," John scolded her upon seeing what she was doing. "I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel. These are thick walls and everyone's downstairs," he said with a laugh. "Be as loud as you want." Nora couldn't take it anymore. She threw her head back and a loud cry escaped her throat as she came. "Aaaah, gawwd! John, I love you." Furiously John pumped within her. He kissed her on several spots across her neck and whispered into her ear, "I love you too, Nora." Moments later, John spewed his semen into the womb of the beautiful brown woman in his arms. Together they collapsed further into the bed in the aftermath of their orgasm. John pulled out, turned Nora around to face him and then wrapped his arms around her. "That was wonderful," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Sex has never felt that good before...I can't even explain it in words. Was it good for you?" "Of course," Nora said with a smile. They lay together for several moments before Nora finally spoke in a quiet voice. "Where do we go from here?" "What do you mean?" John asked, stroking her curly hair. "I mean you and me in general. What's going to happen with us?" "Baby, nothings going to happen. We're both going to be here together...don't worry about a thing, ok?" He told her, giving her a smile of encouragement. "But what if you get tired of me. Or what if I become...um...pregnant?" "Nora," John answered, stroking her body gently. "Don't worry about a thing. I am not going to get tired of you. I've been with a lot of women in my life. But you sweetheart, you are special. I knew it from the moment I saw you walk into the saloon. I know I acted like a total ass then," he spoke with a grin across face. "But you've put up with me and my nonsense. I regret what happened our first time, but I won't ever scare you or hurt you again. As far as you getting pregnant...well, let's face it, it's bound to happen, don't you think?" "Yes," said Nora nervously. "Well, I'll take care of you both. I have lots of money and another mouth to feed won't be a problem. I'd never cast you or our baby away. I'll love you both. Do you trust me?" "Yes...yes, I do John," Nora answered with certainty in her voice. She smiled back at him. Finally she knew she had nothing to worry about and that John truly loved her and would take care of her always.

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Title: Ben & Nat: Love at Home Alone Pt. 01 Tags: incest, step, sister, teen, home, love, romance, eighteen, blond "Lemme see?" She murmured, stopping just short of taking the phone out of his hands. Her fingertips touched his briefly, then she withdrew her hand. His anxiety at her nearness subsided somewhat. He sighed, held it out for her, and looked off in no direction in particular. She read it aloud, but quietly, intimately. "Time 2 take a brake," she started, grinning unhappily but not otherwise commenting on the grammar. "I will let u no. Bye 4 now." She shook her head in dismay and disgust. Right then he didn't need to hear it, and she knew that. No "I told you so," or "What a fucking bitch," or "Gee, I'm sorry, that sucks dude." So he said it for her. "Bitch." She handed him back the phone and scooted closer on the seat, touching him as much as she could with just a bicep and a knee. Neither of them liked crowds, or noise, and they usually huddled up, like now. He couldn't remember a moment when he was more grateful for the distraction of the warmth and softness of her skin, and her delicate, sweet smell that didn't come from a bottle. He felt her cheek on his shoulder briefly and couldn't help but inhale. Her hair was down, curly and tickling, the color of sunlight, and he realized something very important. He wasn't that upset about Sarah. Almost not at all. What did that mean? "Stop that. It wasn't you," she chided, just low enough for him to hear over the engine of the bus and the rap music coming from headphones of the girl in the seat beside them. "Fuck her." "No, fuck me," he said, trying for a joke and failing. He shrugged roughly, then regretted his anger. "Sorry." "Why, fuck you? I know you better than I know myself. It wasn't you," she said. "She doesn't deserve you. She just wanted you to take her places and buy her shit." He smiled at her anger, it fit her so much better. He was always afraid of what he'd break, but she just looked more stunning than ever when she was mad. "It's just... it's the same story. I'm done, I think. I suck at dating." "No, you're not. You may be too nice, but... shit. Doesn't matter. You know I gave up a while back too, and being single definitely has its perks," she sighed. "Dating just sucks in general." "Big hairy donkey testicles," he nodded seriously and she giggled, as he knew she would. Her laugh was even more awesome than her smile. "The hairiest," she added seriously. "So... pizza?" "Pizza. And Netflix." "Hell yeah," she said. "You pick. I'd just pick something violent." She raised a small clenched fist as best she could in the cramped bus. "Ooh, if I could just yank out one chunk of that bitch's hair." He put his palm on her knuckles, patted it and grinned. "Put that away before somebody gets hurt." "I'll punch her in the boob. I'll give her a thong wedgie. I'll -" He laughed good and hard, pulling his hand away as if he'd touched a hot surface. People stared, then looked away. "Okay, damn," he muttered. "Remind me not to make you mad." He was feeling better already, but she usually had that effect on him. Their stop was next and they stood simultaneously. He towered over everyone else, as usual. The mini-crowd parted just enough and she scooted along in his wake. As usual. In happier (or at least more bored) times, he'd stop abruptly and she'd crash into him, then kick his ankle or slap his butt good and hard. He loved their routines. All of them. The bus came to a halt and she was calling Papa John's before the door even whooshed shut. He took up his usual spot between her and the street, and she did the ordering while he tried to ignore the fact that he could see just the perfect amount of glistening breast through the neck of her t-shirt. Being tall has its advantages, at least until you hit your head on something for the thousandth time. They stopped at the corner store, as usual, and picked up snacks. It actually was on the corner, just a few doors down from their family's duplex. He paid despite her complaints and carried the bags as he always did. She opened the front door for him and disappeared while he put everything away. A few minutes later, he was on the couch feet up, tv on. She came in wearing pajama shorts and the same t-shirt as before, although it looked like she'd taken off her bra. He shuddered and looked away, even though she hadn't been looking at him, but at the tv. He hadn't gotten them snacks, not yet, because the pizza hadn't arrived, but he did get drinks, and hers was waiting, chock full of ice. She folded her feet under her, cat-like, and leaned in to kiss him solidly on the cheek. He uttered a dorky "Wha -" and stared at her. She picked up her glass of Dr. Pepper and smiled. "I appreciate you," she said evenly, and took a swig. He smiled back, wanting another kiss like that, but thankful for what he had already. "You're something else," he said, turning his attention back to the tv. "I know," she said. "Picked a movie yet?" "I think so. Got it narrowed down anyway." The doorbell rang, and since their parents were on vacation at a luxury condo on the beach hours away, that could only mean one thing. She bounced up and streaked for the door with a whoop. He grinned after her like a fool, too amused to even try to get an eyeful. The shorts weren't that tight, but they were tight enough, and then there was the bra-less thing. He shook his head to clear it and turned his attention back to the tv, which became even more difficult when the smell wafted down the hall to where he sat. BBQ chicken with bacon and extra cheese. She went right for the kitchen with it, came back loaded up with her hands and even arms full, snacks and all. "I paid," she said as she plopped down carefully. "I left money -" He started, frowning. She fished the cash out of the front of her pajama shorts. "Sorry, no pockets. Don't worry, I'm clean, no cooties." He took it, gaping, and she chuckled evilly, then chowed down. He'd chosen one of her favorites, Cinderella Man, and she whooped again. It was going to be a great night. An hour later, they were stuffed and her head was on a pillow on his lap. He tugged and petted her hair, his heart thumping so hard he could hear it. She was so warm, and comfortable, and making soft, sensual sounds as he caressed her scalp, her earlobe, her neck, the edge of her jaw. "You're so good to me," she said sleepily. "I think I'll keep you." "Huh?" He said, stopping. She turned her face up to him, smiling, eyes half shut. "Nothing," she said after a moment. She took his hand and held it, interlacing her fingers through his, which wasn't easy due to the size difference, but they managed. She squeezed and he squeezed back, and she turned back to the movie. The back of his hand ended up between her breasts and he could feel her heartbeat thumping just as his was. It was fast, and she was so warm to the touch. She hugged his hand so tenderly. He tugged on her long, free, white-blond curls with his other hand, thankful that there was a pillow between her head and his lap. Half an hour later, she still hadn't released his hand and their hearts were still pounding like mad. She got up and he paused the movie. "Want anything?" She asked, padding off toward the kitchen, and this time he couldn't resist watching her. She had just enough ass for it to bounce in her shorts and he felt his erection growing, or maybe that was just his imagination. He didn't think it could grow longer or harder than it already was, and there was a definite trickle going. He finally remembered to answer, fearful that she'd look back and see him staring. "No... thanks." He lay his head back and closed his eyes. It was only nine thirty but he felt very tired anyway. His phone vibrated silently on the table to his left and he ignored it. He sighed heavily, trying to relax, and moments later felt small, warm hands on his cheeks, followed by a small, warm kiss on his brow. He murmured happily. "You should just be my boyfriend," she whispered, still holding his face tenderly. His heart leapt into his throat and he swallowed it. Was she serious? What if she was? "Deal," he said lightly, unsure how to respond. She patted his cheeks, kissed his brow again and padded around to sit with him. He couldn't look meet her eye just yet, so he turned the movie back on. She had a bag of Twizzlers and offered him one. He took it and thanked her. They munched in silence and then he heard her toss the half-empty bag on the other table to her right. She pulled down the blanked on the back of the couch, unfolded it and threw it over them. He lifted his arm and she snuggled in against his side, pulling his hand between her breasts again. But this time, he thought he felt her brush his hand against one of her nipples, which was hard. Definitely braless. Then his hand moved away, and it all happened too quickly for him to figure out if it was an accident. He squeezed her hand and she returned it immediately, fiercely, and his other hand went right back to tugging her hair. When the movie was over, she stretched hard, one hand making its way up behind his head, and she looked up at him, smiling lazily. "There, you got your violence after all," he said, smiling back. "Damn good movie." She left her hand behind his head, back arched, and then withdrew it almost reluctantly. "I know. Paul Giamatti is such a damn good actor." "I can even stand Renee Zellweger in that one." She sat up, eyes wide. "I know! She was actually a really good wife, don't you think?" He nodded. "They had a good relationship." She smiled, those deep, sparkling green eyes dancing. "That's what I want." He sighed. "That's what we all want, I think. That's why it's such a good movie." "You remind me of him," she said. "I think that's why I love that movie so much." He cocked an eyebrow, unable to look at her, and turned off the tv. He was getting more anxious by the second, but it was thrilling in a way that consumed him. He'd never felt anything like this before, like his insides were trying to eat their way outside. She didn't say anything, just sat looking, and finally he met her gaze. There it was, plain as the sun in the sky, and he panicked, but only for a moment. She blushed, looked away, and he took her hand gently. She didn't resist. "Your turn to pick one," he said as casually as he could manage. She didn't answer, just took the remote from the table in front of them and started looking. It wasn't long before she picked one of his favorites. Spanglish. When the best scene came up, the one in the restaurant, she'd been laying with her head on the armrest and her feet on the pillow in his lap for the last half hour. He'd been massaging them with lotion, hard, the way she liked it. When Paz Vega told Adam Sandler that she loved him, he he'd been predicting a flood of emotion, and he was right. He felt a surprisingly strong urge to do likewise, and looked over at her. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling so beautifully. "Hey," he said softly. Too softly. He repeated it, louder. She looked back, on his wavelength. It was all there in shades of green. "I love you." She gasped and threw her arms around his neck, that amazing hair tickling him everywhere. She pressed her cheek against his neck and her breasts against his ribs. It felt divine and he had a momentary sensory overload. Just below his ear, she whispered, "I love you too. So much." She kissed his neck and he broke out in goosebumps everywhere, crushing her in a bear hug that probably hurt but she didn't complain, just kissed him again. He didn't want to let her go, and she kept kissing his neck every few seconds, making happy, comfy little sounds. They hugged each other for so long he realized he had to end it somehow, they weren't even watching the movie anymore. He kissed the nearest thing, which was her temple, and whispered, "Nat?" She leaned back, shaking her hair out of her face, and smiled up at him, radiant and completely comfortable with it all. She raised her eyebrows, appraising him openly and hopefully. "I'm going to have a heart attack and die if you keep that up." "I'd apologize," she said, patting his cheek, "but I'm not sorry." They laughed together and to both his dismay and relief, she got up. For just a moment her breasts were eye-level and there, right in front of him, protruded the buds of her nipples through the soft cotton of her t-shirt. Her breasts weren't large, but they definitely weren't small either. She had just enough for some really amazing cleavage, and he loved them like he loved every other inch of her. She tottered off down the hall toward her room, or maybe the bathroom, and he blew out a long, shaky breath. He realized the movie was still running and he paused it. He'd had to pee for the last hour or so but hadn't wanted to get up. Now was his chance, despite the painful hard-on, and he looked after her down the hall. She was in her room because the bathroom door was open and the light was off, so he headed for it quickly but quietly, adjusting his shirt, just in case. Seconds after the door closed, he heard her go by. He leaned against the counter, staring up into the mirror, and saw that his neck was slightly discolored where she'd been kissing. It was either some sort of lip product, balm or some such, or it was a hickey. He touched the spot nervously and was able to relax. It smeared. He shook his head, somewhat disappointed but glad he wouldn't have to explain it later. So what the hell was happening? He'd had a crush on her since the day they met, seven years before, when her father had introduced them. His mother had eased Owen into his life but his new sister, who also happened to only four months younger than he was, had been much easier. Especially when she smiled at him. Yep, he'd been hooked from day one. She'd been the love of his life ever since. But did she know it? He shook away the cobwebs, noticed he'd finally be able to pee without splashing the walls, and did his business. When he came back out, she was on the couch painting her toenails a dark green that was a couple of shades lighter than her eyes. She didn't look up as he approached but he noticed both of their drinks had been refilled... her Dr. Pepper and his Coke Zero. She was singing to herself softly, too low for him to make out the tune. He leaned over the back of the couch and planted a kiss on her cheek right in front of her ear, then thanked her for the drink and came to sit. She watched him, still singing and painting, and tilted her cheek toward him, dimpling. He leaned in to kiss it and she turned just in time. Their lips met with an electric pop and she called out, eyes flying open. He apologized and kissed her again, slower and more gently. Her lips were the softest thing he'd ever touched, and the zap from a moment before paled in comparison to this contact. He leaned back, chickening out, and she bit her lip, apparently as nervous as he was. "What brought that on?" She asked casually, going back to painting the nails on her left foot. He didn't know what to say to that, and she looked up at him curiously. "Not that I'm complaining." "No?" He asked. "No, silly," she said, rolling her eyes. "Sheesh. Boys." She screwed the top back on the nail polish and set it next to her drink, then wiggled a finger at him. Apparently she'd done her hands while he was in the bathroom. He stared at it dumbly, and she smiled impishly. She took his hand in both of his and pulled him to her, kissing him hard, thorough and this time, with tongue. He lost track of time and space for a moment, then pulled back, eyes crossing and brain fried like an egg. She looked at him with concern. "Ben?" "Uhm," he managed, jaw finally responding. "Sorry." He shook his head sharply and smiled. "Good. I thought I broke you." She smiled back and stretched her arms up over her head, then lay them across the back of the couch. "This is..." He started, flailing for the right words. She waited, bless her. "Is this a dream?" "You dream about me?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow. He nodded seriously. "What kind of dreams?" He blushed purple and she giggled. "That kind?" He nodded seriously again. "Yeah." "Want to know a secret?" She leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. "So do I." He shook his head in wonder, then kissed her. It was passionate, tender and as romantic as he could manage, seeing as he'd only ever kissed two girls in his life before this. It was surprisingly easy because it felt so right. Neither of them wanted to stop and it went on and on until they were tangled up in each others' arms and legs. He'd made it beneath her at some point and her ass was just brushing his erection. Had they been a little closer in height, things would've progressed a little differently by then. As it was, their faces and necks were wet and they were both boiling and sweating by the time she pushed herself up off of him. She was sitting on his belly and splaying her fingers on his chest, her hair shrouding her reddened cheeks and forehead. They stared into each others' eyes and absorbed the moment, and he realized he was afraid of where this was going. She read that, and lay down against him, her cheek against his collarbone, and laced her little fingers under his head. His erection, up and to the left, wasn't touching her now, and he hugged her lovingly. His phone vibrated near his head. He grumbled and reached for it but she was faster. "First says 'Wat R U Doin' and the second is just 'Hello?' with five question marks," she said, her voice laced with contempt. She sat up on his belly and started typing a reply. "Making out with a girl way hotter than you," she said as she wrote, and he laughed hard. "That should do it." As she put his phone back on the table, her left breast came into contact with his cheek and nose. He kissed just below the nipple. She leaned down farther. "More," she breathed. He continued kissing through the cloth, around the hard little nub and directly over it, lifting the hem of her shirt up slowly, and then her nipple was between his lips, hot, soft and delicious. She cried out as he bit it lightly, perhaps out of fear, and the shock in her voice turned to a moan of pleasure as he alternately kissed and sucked. "Oh my god, Ben," she whispered, replacing one breast with the other, and moaned again, louder. "I had no idea..." He didn't, couldn't, respond. This was farther than he'd ever gotten with Sarah or Melissa... and the fact that it was Natalie, and they were alone, and she loved him, it was ecstasy. She lifted her shirt off and he was covered in waves of that divine corn silk that smelled like heaven must. Finally she sat up, hiding her breasts reflexively, and he took her arm away from them as gently as he could. She had a mole between her breasts, small and dark, just below the swell and near her heart. He kissed it and she hugged him against her bare chest, and then he was sitting, and she was on his cock. Finally, and he trembled, and she gasped again. "Ben..." "Yes, love?" He said, and they were eye to eye. She searched his face, naked and vulnerable, and he smiled to let her know it was all okay. "If I said no to this, would you be mad?" He frowned but he immediately shook his head. Please no reality right now, he thought. But she came to a decision then, and he relaxed. "I wouldn't do that. I couldn't, this is too perfect." She kissed him wet, deep, and his own shirt was up over his head in a flash. To be continued.

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Title: Stuck in a Rut Part Two: Junkyard Society by HolidayPup Tags: Anal, Angel, Buster, Canine, Cocker Spaniel, Cum, Dalmatian, Disney, Doberman, Family, Feral, Gay, Incest, Julie, Lady and the Tramp, Love, M/F, M/F/F/F, M/M, Mating, Messy, Mutt, OC, Oral, Scamp, Singing, Stuck in a rut, Tramp, lady, schnauzer, song \~the characters portrayed in this story are the property of Walt Disney Studios, the views and events depicted here are purely fictitious. Those under 18 should be advised against strong sexual content herein...m/f, m/m and so on. I take no responsibility for those who read anyway....you continue at your own risk and have been warned\~ A smell....rain and a lot of it. A dull ache mid strong and cramped muscles bunched and trapped within the confines of junk. Thankfully it wasn't much...just enough to keep him buried and unable to move out from underneath it to freedom. Being caught and trapped was the last thing that made sense to him, he absolutely loathed it almost as much as he hated the past and how much of a legend his rival was. Tramps' time would come and when it did he.. Buster would enjoy every moment of it. For now however, the difficulty lay in escaping his currant predicament. He groaned and pushed upward flexing his shoulders and heaving at an angle. It seemed to nearly work until the weight sagged down on him once more and he panted. *Oh I have plans for Scamp! If I ever see that mutt again I'll kill him!* Growling he stained again using every ounce of his strength before flopping down and sighing. He wouldn't stop, wouldn't rest until he had broken away...gotten out of it.... The others had left him long ago following at the heels of their dog idle, off to humans and families. *Pathetic! Sniveling lowlifes! You'd think the junkyard would be enough for em.* A storm was coming soon right in time to wash out the memory of the fireworks and picnics, the parade and the crowds, the food and the sounds of children laughing together. In more ways then one it was the end of an era for the Doberman, the end of something that had been beautiful. Leadership. After the Tramp had left it had taken him time and effort to find and gather followers...hard work to save them or keep them from being caught in order to follow his cause. As a leader he'd been unequaled by anyone anywhere....*except for that backstabbing, two timing, lovesick housedog!* The rain came slowly, ever so gradually becoming more concentrated. A single drop splashed atop his head to roll down in a thin trickle between his eyes and down to his nose. Gratefully he licked it off enjoying the cool refreshing feel of water down his throat. How pathetic! "Well well...looks like you've ended up in a bad way there Buster...but then that kinda was always how I thought you'd end up." The voice was sudden, smooth and velvety and laced with warm amusement. Buster growled raising his hackles and baring his teeth. "Who are you? Who dares set foot on Buster's turf!?" A smooth laugh came from somewhere close by ringing through the rain and bouncing off of the metal bits of the garbage strewn around him. It was definitely female and definitely casual without a hint of worry to it. "Do you really think that your turf is worth anything now? Not only did the Tramp make you look like a fool just as he always did but it seems his son is following in his pawsteps..." "Tramp hasn't won yet! And as for that kid of his, that was nothing but a lucky move on his part. When I get out of here I'll end both of them...sink my teeth...wait...just as he always did?" Now the Doberman's mind was racing, searching deep in his past. He was trying to pinpoint something elusive but something he felt lay right under his nose. "How would you know 'if' he always did. You don't know anything about me or the Tramp except for what you just saw" he said straining once again against the garbage holding him down without success. "See me and him have a history...an unsettled score to set right and I intend to do so as soon as I get out of here." All that could be heard for a moment was the constant hiss of the rain as it fell creating a small puddle under him. Then when the voice spoke again it wasn't as jovial as it had been before. "I as well have a score to settle with the Tramp although mine is of a different nature..." "Sounds great but...um...any chance of ya lending me a paw here? I'd be most grateful if you could find it in yourself to do so" he pleaded hopefully. "I mean you'd have to be heartless to leave me here." "Fair enough" the female mused thoughtfully. "However if I do this, I run the show at least until we both find revenge. Mine comes first and then after that the Tramp and his family are all yours.... "Deal" Buster said licking his lips in anticipation. "After all hell hath no fury like a dame scorned and Tramp had plenty of those." " I wasn't just a dame...I was the one before Lady Buster. Remember that!" "Sure! Sure! Now help me out!" The Doberman could hear the sound of soft paws coming closer and closer slightly stirring the mud. Then he saw her and her scent rolled over him like a distant memory brought again to his immediate attention. "Well I'll be! If it isn't the Jewel of crime herself! I'll admit...you're the last person that I expected to ever see again." Before him was slender Dalmatian, spots covering her like paint splotches that were randomly dashed against pure pristine white save for her paws which padded through the accumulating mud. The most striking thing about her were her eyes...beautiful icy blue depths spangled with almost the unnoticeable bits of green that seemed piercing and altogether hypnotic. "Well I'm back and I'm going to put things right." It was late evening, shadows playing and dancing along the walls as moonlight shimmered through the rain that pelted down in constant torrents.. the gentle sound of distant thunder bludgeoned the otherwise silent night. Each rolling of the heavenly roar was light and gradual, each hum ringing out far away before becoming fainter and fainter...slowly fading until it was taken up again. The humans were asleep, as were the pups and Lady who lay curled up in Tramps back...her long fluffy clean fur rising and falling as she slept. Tramp on the other paw was restless... The grey mutt whined softly in the dark, his dreams clearly bothering him until finally with a grunt his eyes snapped open and alert...a low growl escaping him unbidden before he could register that for now he was safe. His dreams had been so vivid... Stretching he peered over to watch his mate as she smiled, one of her ears flipped at an odd angle while her nose moved of its' own accord, no doubt picking up some imaginary smell. Chuckling he licked her cheek lovingly and rose to his paws taking extra care not to wake her. What was wrong with him? They had made up. She had expressed that she understood him and he her. He was sure that he was loved and even more sure that he loved her more then anything in the world. *So why do I feel so confused? Why do I feel like the world is going to come crashing down around my head?* Slowly he made his way out through the swinging door and out into the living room. Light came more naturally and openly here whenever lightening flashed in brief interludes in between instances of blueish gray darkness. The rich furniture and intricate style of the Darling home was transformed into a normal hodgepodge of simple shapes that comforted him as he leapt up on the cushioned bench just under the window. It was snug and welcoming and he relished being alone with his thoughts. Everything that he had gone thru in his life, everything he'd experienced seemed surreal and distant to him as if it had happened in another lifetime. *Who'd have ever thought that I'd end up here like this with a family? I never in a dogs age thought that this would be me.* There were things in his past lost to his memory, other things that brought a grin to his scruffy muzzle while still others made him cringe. He had never wanted to be what he had been, never expected dogs everywhere to know his name. All he had ever done was think...find solutions to problems and go for what he and his pack had wanted. They had called him a hero, a legend....even though he had been the same as they were, a dog who wanted to be loved. A dog who had been bold enough to go looking for love. *And that's where they got that gag about my weakness being dames and how my name wasn't just a coincidence. Wait.....uh oh.* Jolted from his thoughts he shifted to lay on his side...noticing with some embarrassment the bulge in his sheath and the tip of his pink flesh peeping out from it's hiding place. *Heh, who'm I kidding. Perhaps I did have a 'big' weakness for the dames.* He allowed himself a chuckle before checking himself. What was he doing? Lady was the only one...the one who held his heart, the dog that matter most to him. He loved her and her alone and that was that. Warm thoughts coursed through his body and mind as he recalled the night before...Lady, their lovemaking out in the park on the hillside where it had all begun. "Nothing wrong with a little lustful thought now and then, just as long as I don't act on it." "Nothing wrong with what pop?" Startled he scanned the room until his eyes found Scamp, lying with his furry muzzle propped on a pillow that lay on the carpet just shy of the piano. The pup looked thoughtful as he pushed up on his haunches and came towards his father, his eyes showing an inquisitive interest. "N...nothing....I...was just thinking out loud" he stuttered. "Yeah...sure. Whatever you say pop" the pup said a sly look gracing his face. "I think I have some idea as to what you were thinking." Tramp couldn't help blushing, his skin becoming hot underneath his fur. "Whirlwind...it's not what you think it is. It's just something that I've been contemplating lately...a problem that I've finally been able to solve." "Dad I know what's been wrong and I'm happy for you, both you and mom" Scamp growled smiling knowingly. "I'm glad you both are seeing eye to eye now." The older dog was dumbfounded. "Wait...then you...saw... The pup nodded "You were supposed to be asleep son. You know how dangerous the streets can be. Besides, what happens between me and your mother isn't something that you should be thinking about. You'll understand when you have a mate of your own... "Yeah, whenever that'll be" the pup scoffed hanging his head. "Angel's gone! She was taken away dad to another family. You seriously believe that I don't understand what it feels like to love someone? I'd give anything to see her again." "I know you would son" Tramp almost whispered jumping down from the cushioned bench and sitting facing his son. "Sometimes...in life, you meet special dogs, dogs that mean a lot and dogs that you never forget." "She wasn't just any dog. I loved her" Scamp whined. "I know...I know." Seeing his son hurt like this pained Tramp. He had been aware of the spark between his son and Angel when he first had met her back when they had saved Scamp from Reggie. Both were dreamy eyed even then. He remembered how happy the two had been when they had all come home together and Angel had been excepted as one of the family. With a pang he recalled overhearing the Darlings decision, how they had decided that it was too crowded in their home and that Angel would have to go. A family had come for her not too soon afterwards and his son had been devastated when she had left. The pup hadn't been the same after that although Tramp had made it an effort to be with him every chance he got. Gently he leaned down and ran his tongue between Scamps' ears rhythmically trying to sooth him. "We all lose those we care about. Moving on is one of the hardest things that you'll ever have to do Whirlwind, but I promise, you'll find someone and when you do both of you will love each other." "Maybe" the smaller dog whispered his voice shaky. "I hope you're right." "Tramp...." Lady's voice drifted to them from the other room and they both froze both hardly daring to breathe. "You had better hide Whirlwind.." Tramp whispered nudging the pup with a paw. "Your mother won't be happy to know that your awake at this hour. We'll talk more later." "But pop what if she catches me.. "She will if you don't hide now! When she's not looking go but for now behind the sofa. Quick!" Just in time the pup scampered away to crouch down and out of sight behind the sofa just as Lady peeked in around the corner of the doorway. *Dodged a bullet there!* Breathing a sigh of relief Tramp straightened himself up and cock his head in a casual manner towards the doorway. "Yeah pidge...in here." Not a moment too soon did he reach the couch before he heard his mother's voice again and the soft sound of her paws hitting the carpet as she padded into the room. "Tramp? I thought I heard voices out here...are you alright?" Heart racing Scamp waited to catch his fathers' response shivering slightly all too well knowing the punishment for sneaking around at night if his mother caught him. "I was just thinking aloud to myself is all. I'm fine pigeon honest. It's just sometimes I think back and remember all of the things that have happened to me and am amazed that I'm still alive and what's more that I was lucky enough to end up with you." A moment of silence, shuffling, the sound of steady breathing and then the wet sound of a lick. "And I'm lucky to be with you too Tramp....." Scamp could tell by the sound of his mothers' voice that she had more to say but was debating whether or not to say the rest. Apparently his father caught it too for he shuffled slightly, an uneasiness to his movement. "But....?" "But, you seem sad and I know you well enough by now to know when something is wrong. Are you sure you're alright" she said quietly her voice soft and tender? More wet sounds filling the room and assailing his ears. Kissing. "Really...I'm A okay kid. I feel better then any dog half my age." With a happy chuckle he could hear his mothers' voice change again for a third time. "You're the best dog there ever was. I think I know of a way I could get you to cheer up." "Pidge...you....mmmm...that is you don't have to....nnnmmmm." Soon there were slurping noises and an intake of breath and a sultry moan. *Great! Dad's burying the bone with mom and I'm stuck here! Maybe this'll make it easier to sneak away with both of them caught up in....in...each other. Weird thought.* Gulping he slowly inched forward, peeking inch by inch around the arm of the sofa hoping against hope that he could still sneak away without his mother finding out. Thankfully the house was a wave of the scent of him, his sisters, the humans and Tramp and Lady...but still, there was always a chance that his mother would pick up on the freshness of his scent. "Oh Tramp!!!! Nnnnnoooaaahhh!!!" He froze and tried to focus his eyes in the darkness. He could see his father hunched up over his mother, their bodies moving quickly and smoothly together, slick sloppy thwacking noises meeting his ears in sync with the rocking of the figures of his parents. "Mmmmm!! Yeah Pidge! Yeah!!!" Moving along the wall Scamp couldn't help but drool at the thought of his parents both together, joined in such a carnal way.  I can't think like that though or I'll get caught! If I can just make it to the door.... "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Tramp! So.........nnnnnggaaaahhhhh TRAMP!!!!!" "PIDGE!!!!" Scamp could hear as well as smell both climax together as both Tramp and Lady moaned together as Tramps' knot slipped in and they tied. Both were shaking and panting as they copulated and he had to force himself to move onward past the doorway down the hall and to his bed in the pantry. Circling around on his doggy pillow he flopped down ending up on his back looking at the ceiling, his parents voices still audible to his keen hearing. His mind wandered to Angel and to the past when he'd been a junkyard dog. He knew that the streets were dangerous and that that facing that dangerous for most meant a one way trip to the pound. A chill ran through him as he remembered Reggie, the dank dark stench of fear and the continuous whining of those who had not a hope. And yet he would eagerly face it all again if only to see Angel again, to feel her close to him and smell her sweet scent while she chided him for something he'd done wrong or teased him in her chipper well meaning way. His head sagged a bit as he remembered with bittersweet fondness the night they had shared together, chasing fireflies, tumbling around and racing through town in, ending up at Tony's to share a delicious feast and a kiss. If only to have that again. A single tear rolled down his muzzle as he tried desperately to escape the memories and find sleep, peace of mind. Rest was what he needed more then anything and when it came he welcomed it like a long lost friend. Early morning brought grogginess and grey light that shifted into a bright golden warmth that fell on his fur and steadily prodded him out of sleep. Unfortunately and to his utter dread it also brought his three yipping yelling sisters who hopped around his bed. "Wake up! Wake up broooother! Wake up!!! Time to rise! Heh heh and uh...shine!! Yeah yeah that's right shine!" With how goofy and low it sounded that had to be Danielle. "Sleeping in at this hour!? Simply disgraceful! Get out of bed lazy bones!" *Gaaahhh! Collette with her matter of fact ways. Makes a dog wish he could dig a hole for himself instead of his favorite chew toy! Just a little more sleep!* "The sun is shining, the day is new!! Come on bro! We wanna play!" Annette. Although he did feel a little comradeship towards her...being yelled at this early was a cruelty that he couldn't take. Blearily he stretched and opened his eyes just in time to be bumped into and pushed from his bed, the breath leaving his lungs as he landed on the harder, colder floor in surprise. It seemed Danielle believed that he'd been in bed long enough and had decided to ram him out. All three of them bounced up and down excitedly. "Hooray! He's up and at em! Hooray for brother!!!" "Would you guys knock it off! I ought to bite each of you morons" he growled as soon as he caught his wind. "I doubt our parents are even awake yet!" "Since when has that mattered? Now we can say that we've woken up before mother! And you can too" Collette giggled. "Doesn't that make you feel wonderful! Now we can call her the sleepyhead! It'll be great!!" "Sure it does. It makes me feel all kinds of wonderful" Scamp groaned sarcastically before smiling wryly. "I'd love to see you try to tell mother that. Perhaps her wrath can persuade you not to disturb the sleep of others. Now 'that' would make me feel wonderful." Wagging his tail at the thought Scamp hiked up a hind leg and began scratching himself clicking his tongue near the end in the trademark scratch that he and his dad shared. Back when he had tried to join the junkyard dogs it had almost been a dead give away that he was a relation to Tramp which had almost ended badly with Buster so hell bent on revenge. Yawning he stood and rolled his tired muscles waiting for his prissy sister to shoot some sort of rebuttal at him or for one of the others to attack him. Instead all three sisters just stood and stared at him wagging their small tails in excitement. After several moments of this he began to feel uncomfortable sitting down and licking one of his paws nervously. "So why wake up this early and why are you all staring at me like that? Have I sprouted another ear or something or is this just another of your games?" "Hee hee no game" Danielle muttered chuckling to herself. It was Annette who answered him winking at her sisters before hand which gave him a funny feeling that he was being set up for some sort of prank. "Well last night before bed we were talking and I let slip how fun it was to sneak out and watch mom and dad" she began choosing her words carefully. "We got to think though...the way they were acting if doing the same thing ourselves would make us feel as good. We also thought that if it was to work we'd have to bring you along to play dads part, but getting caught wouldn't bare thinking about and the park sounded like the safest place away from mother or father." "Whoa...whoa! What!? I must not be hearing you right! Let me get this straight, you, all of you, my well to do annoyingly well behaved sisters who would never do anything that mother didn't sanction herself want to sneak off without telling anyone, do adult things that you probably shouldn't and what's more you want to have me along for the ride?" "Exactly" Collette said matter of factly raising an eyebrow. "None of us can do...well..do what dad did and you being the most devious of our litter we were sure that if we brought you along you'd figure out a way for all of us to enjoy ourselves." Leaning his muzzle forward until he was right in her face Scamp chuckled. "Well I'll admit I'm floor guys. I never would've thought that any of you had a naughty side to them much less you" he growled bumping his nose meaningfully against Collettes'. Winking at him the spaniel gave him a lick on the nose. "We three have our naughty side...but you can't ever breathe a word to anyone." "Who said I ever would...that's usually how you guys work" he retorted with a grin. "If you'd be so kind then Scamp lead the way" she grinned licking her lips. " Since you know the park best it would probably work out better if you did then one of us." "Fair enough. Just be quiet though, that is unless you do want to get caught." It all seemed weird to him, his sisters cooperating for once with him and not just one but all three. Against his better judgment he decided that he'd play along. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that soon the trap or the trick would be brought down on his head if he wasn't vigilant and constant guard against all three. They made their way slowly out of the pantry and past the door that let to the family room half expecting at any moment for the humans to wake or their parents to bustle out and ask them all what they were doing up so early. To their surprise and delight however they were able to each jump through the swinging doggy dog and down the steps of the porch and into the front yard. Danielle giggled not being able to hold in her mirth at the ease of their escape until she was shushed by one of the others. Collette keep humming to herself no doubt nervous about actually taking part in something outside of her normal day to day activities. Every few moments she would clear her throat or cough much to the annoyance of the others. Annette for her part was much like him, quiet and aware of everything around her and watchful for anything unexpected. Her ears were up as much as they could be and each step she took was careful. They followed the winding twisting lane down from the villa's keeping close to the walls and fences where they could. The trees grew in a line that wound with the lane, each fenced in by little rail pickets in a way hemming in the walkways from the road. The scent of lilacs permeated the morning air as the town slumbered on before waking with a new day. Scamp fell into a steady trot as they neared main street making his way through an alley to the east that lead into the park. Few people were up and those that were gave little thought to seeing three puppies padding along to the park. As they neared the bridge and the pond Collette cleared her throat causing all of them to stop and Danielle to burst out laughing randomly at their success. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee haaaaaaahhh! We made it! We actually made it! Let's get too fun! Ha haaaa!" "Not yet" Collette chided her shaking her head. Annette nodded in agreement. "Definitely not, is there a place where we'd have more privacy Scamp?" All three turned to him expectantly. Embarrassment coursed through him and his heartbeat quickened as for the first time he hesitated upon further thought on what they planned to do. Thus far they had been in this together but he wasn't sure he wanted to leave anything to chance with his sisters. "Um...heh there's a small thicket up ahead on a hill I think but are you all sure you still wanna do this? I mean we could just enjoy being out here and then head home.." "Not on your life bro" Annette growled in amusement. "Lead the way Scamp." Sighing resignedly he resumed walking leading them over the bridge and up the hill choosing a spot in the hedge where the foliage curved a bit inward to create a barrier from prying eyes. Turning back bashfully he noticed the hungry looks the other three were wearing as they closed in on him. "Shouldn't we think on this maybe just a bit" he whined wagging his tail and backing up slightly? "What if mom eeehhooohh!!" Annette came at him from the side dipping her head under his belly to drag her tongue along his sheath. "Danielle dear...why don't you back up under him and I'll help you both out...then Collette, you and me can have 'our' fun." All he could do was shiver and gasp as he felt her tongue touch the inside of his sheath coaxing his most private organ from it's furry hiding place. Without thinking one of his hind legs lifted slightly to allow his sister better access to him. "Ggeeee nnnngghh Annette..mmm ahhh!" With a delicate paw she had released most of his girth and had wrapped her lips around his shaft causing him to drool and arch his back. He found it hard not to start humping her muzzle and thrust home like all of his instincts told him, urged him to do. With each sucking slurping sound came another wave of pleasure and gasped feeling trapped in her moist and greedy mouth. Without a doubt she had been the one to orchestrate all of this. For a moment he nearly stumbled when Danielle pushed herself under him while Annette pulled his cock gently back to hang quivering in one of her forepaws. "That's it Danielle. Now crouch down between his front paws and raise your rear towards me. Don't forget to raise your tail up as well, I'll guide him in" Annette growled mischievously from behind him giving his cock an approving squeeze. "Your quite big brother...not that I've had any experience to compare you to but I must admit I'm impressed." He moaned and looked back over his shoulder at her, one of his ears flopping over his face at an angle. "Ohhhh! You have no idea how good this feels! I'll admit...mmmm, I didn't expect you to ever be doing something ...like...like this. Oooooooh!" Danielle now had her rump touching the front of his belly and sheath, her tail grazing his emerging knot and the back of her neck just brushing up against his chest. "Well then believe it cause I've got an idea that we're all going to enjoy this. I'm next. Brace yourself sister, here he comes" she said with glee. Her paw gripped him then and he shuddered yipping and panting as she pointed him down, grinding his sensitive skin against his sisters tail, down past the small opening of her ass which moved slightly to a hot and wet place between her legs lower down. Dogs almighty was it warm! He whimpered as she pointed his tip between that hot slick smooth cleft which yielded to his flesh. Overwhelmed by need he thrust once sinking into it and earning a howl from Danielle below him. Behind them he could hear moaning and sucking noises and he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of his other siblings together, Collette standing over Annette, both sucking between the others legs and murring in pleasure. But he couldn't focus on them. Thrusting faster bodily fluids mixed with that of his sister beneath him. She arched up and he met her, her body shaking underneath his. Hammering in and out he gritted his teeth and nearly howled unsure just how long he could last. His eyes wandered while he kept up his work, tongue licking his chops. He tried to focus on anything to last longer, the tree further up the hill, the sky, the bushes and something else. Something headed towards them at a lope that swam before his vision blurred by his bliss. It seemed to be...another dog. It was big and tall with a short tail and a well muscled body. It was sniffing around for something for a moment and then it raised it's head and looked directly at them, a confident smirk creeping along it's face as it slowly made it's way closer to the siblings. A claw of absolute horror clutched at his heart and he whined at once pulling out of Danielle and cowering. "Uh...guys! We need to go." "Heh no we don't! Really Scamp you've been overly annoying" Collette growled in irritation. "If I didn't know any better I'd of thought that we switched places. Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" "Never mind that" he yipped fearfully. "We need to run! It's Buster!" Impatiently he inclined his head towards the Doberman trotting straight for them. "Run as fast as you can!" "But who is that? Scamp...maybe...." "No! Run now!!!! I'm right behind you" he howled pushing Danielle to her paws. "Hurry!" All three bolted at the urgency in his voice and he behind them. He dashed down the hill heading for the bridge and town hoping against hope that they could all make it home. He'd take any punishment any grounding or scolding from his parents happily if only they all came out of this safely. He'd been a fool to agree to come to the park in the first place! Why? Did he really had to learn things the hard way over and over again!? His sisters had nearly made it to the bridge! He looked back. The Doberman was right behind him! With all of the energy he had he ran as fast as he could go, his paws flying over the grass and the soil beneath it. He was almost there, so close when he felt a heavy weight barrel him over roughly and for the second time that morning the air was wisped from his lungs. *Well at least my sisters got away and can get help.* The grey dog lay on his back trying to regain his breath as the Doberman came closer, looming over him with a nasty smile that showed every last one of his pearly sharp teeth. *Buster's going to kill me!* Hot breath as the Doberman stood over him and laughed laying a hefty paw on Scamps chest, keeping him pinned to the ground. "Do mine eyes deceive? If it isn't Scamperoo having some fun in the park with the locals." Shaking his great head the older dog clicked his tongue in rebuke. "Gotta hand it to ya kid you're your father's son alright...playing around with the dames just like he did. That mutt always did have a weakness for em." "Better to be like him then you Buster" Scamp growled trying to muster whatever courage he could given his hapless situation. He knew that he didn't have a chance at all. "He's twice the dog you'll ever be!" With a worried yipe the pup flinched and squirmed as he felt pressure being added to his chest. "I've always been better then Tramp! Neither you or him could ever match up to me...brains or brawn I've got you both beat by a long shot" Buster snarled. Scamp looked up at his tormentor and bared his own teeth. "Well then do your worst. Get it over with! Kill me! I know you want to Buster." "Oh I want to....but I won't. I've got bigger cats to skin then that and better ways to get back at my enemy. For now though I'm going to show you how much better I am then your father or any other dog. Now get to your paws and spread your hind legs sport or I swear I'll really hurt you." Limbs shaking Scamp rose to his paws looking up at the Doberman pleadingly. "Can't you just let me go? I've nothing you want and you must know that I don't care. I'll run when I get my strength back." Buster shook his head casually his eyes nearly slits as he scoffed. "No you won't run Scampster." The pup cocked his head in confusion whining slightly at Buster's cruel hints. He could tell that something was up...something big and complex. Buster had always been a dog with a plan and knowing how the Doberman did things Scamp was completely sure that his old enemy knew something that he didn't. "Your weakness kid was always obvious to me from the first day you came to the junkyard, Angel. She always was your Achilles heel." Hackles rising Scamp stared in disbelief at Buster. "What...what do you know about Angel? If you've hurt her..." "Nah...hey hey hey hey hey! Relax kid. She's perfectly fine and rejoined with the streets and a new pack that is run by an old friend who has turned up at the most opportune time. She'll remain that way if...and only if you do exactly what I say for now." Trapped! He had known that Buster was crafty but this? "I have your word that if I do exactly as you say...that you won't hurt Angel and that you'll take me to her?" "I promise. Now your seeing the big picture you can kindly spread those legs now." Without a word Scamp did what he was told hating himself for doing so. For a moment nothing and then the sniffing cold nose of the Doberman pressing up against his back entrance. He groaned and spread his legs further as he felt a huge tongue push open his ass spreading him with wet power that melted him down to nothing but a primal submissive. "Ahh the puppy likes that" Buster cooed mockingly. "Prepare to become my bitch mutt!" With that the dog pushed the head of his cock into Scamp parting his anal ring without warning or care. Scamp for his part yelped at the top of his voice as the pain spiral up and into the only thing in existence. Pain that threatened to rip him in two at any moment. The larger dog chuckled and sunk in pushing inch by agonizing inch deeper and deeper into the younger dog. Buster was silent save for his excited thrusts that picked up speed as he gave more and more of himself. Something was caressed and touch in Scamp that blinded him to the rest turning the pain to numbness before becoming the purest form of pleasure he'd ever experienced in his short life. Clawing at the ground he writhed and found himself pushing back slightly against the Doberman, found himself actually enjoying how big and powerful Buster was. He gasped in a quick intake of air focusing on that sweet spot that his enemy kept hitting inside of him, that spot that made his dick hard beneath him without any stimulation to it even causing it to drip globs of pre and throb along with each thrust and each fluttering beat of his heart. He could barely stand it or resist and his body betrayed him giving in to bow before the might of his foe. With a pleasured grunt the Doberman behind him began pushing his knot into Scamp as he came inside of the pups anal tunnel, cum spewing down Scamps' legs and balls.  It gushed inside of him and with a moan that steadily turned into a howl Scamp let himself erupt, his doggy seed spilling down to paint the grass white beneath him. Buster flopped down dragging Scamp with him and both lay in restful afterglow with the smaller of them moaning and yipping blissfully at being so full. "Heh...just like your father" Buster said grinning slyly. "No questions now. I'm taking you to see Angel but there's someone who wants to meet you first. She's an old friend of mine and she can't wait to see you" the Doberman growled menacingly raising an eyebrow, "or your father.... Tramp raced through town breathlessly his pads thundering over cobblestones and pavement as he made his way to the park stopping to check and mark the scents drifting to him through chill evening air. As soon as he'd seen his three daughters rushing in to tell Lady about them escaping a big dog in the park and how Scamp had been attacked by it he had dashed off without a second thought, heedless of the humans, not caring that he had knocked over Jim Dear in the process of bursting down the porch and out into the open. All he cared about was the safety of his family and finding his son. He had checked as many places as he could think of, main street, around the villa's, uptown, downtown, and all of the park. Taking a moment to rest he sat and gave himself a scratch before resuming his search. Places in the park bore some remnants of Scamps scent in particular one place where two scents had meshed together. Buster.... The need to find his son grew more and more urgent as more time passed. Soon his pawsteps saw him along the bit of tracks that wound their way out of the park and along the edges of town. In the distance a rising water tower and a train pulled into a now abandoned station, the lights and motor dead until humans came to operate the huge mobile machine. How humans came up with how things like automobiles and trains remained a mystery to him and he snuffed continuing on until he spotted a familiar place. Almost in a trance he saw the small pool of water created by the steady drip of water that feel from the water tower, the barrel where he used to sleep and enjoy hearing the trains pull in and out of the station with the morning and the early evening. With a slightly bittersweet pang he remembered that day long ago when he had started out from this very spot through a day riddled with a series of events that had eventually led him to Jock, Trusty and Lady. Back then they had been talking about the possibility of the humans bringing a baby into their household and what it would mean for Lady. He chuckled to himself as he fondly remember how riled he'd made Jock when he'd busted in on them and interrupted, sharing his opinion of things. For all times sake he bent down and sampled some of the water from the pool shivering in relief at the cold fresh liquid as it revitalized him. It held within it the tang of the wild and the questionable, the memories as well as longing. He both loved and hated how it felt to be here once again. More water started falling from the sky then usual signaling rain, the second storm in less then a day. Looking around for shelter Tramp finally decided on the station entering it warily and scenting the air for any suspicious smells. It was all clear. Feeling utterly beat he curled up near a small table set with one old coffee pot probably left behind by one of the humans. Sleep found him on swift wings and soon he was dreaming of home. The sound of a someone singing was the thing that woke him...resounding mid the storm clearly in his ears..... [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTjio-Ks94](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTjio-Ks94) With the end of the melody a strange dog padded slowly through the doorway meeting his questioning gaze with cold sharp blue eyes. He shook his head hardly believing what he was seeing. "Julie? Is it really you? Jewl?" For a moment the Dalmatian smiled sweetly at him, obviously amused by his semi conscious state. Wagging her long tail she sauntered in giving herself a shake and sending water everywhere. Coyly crossing her front legs she sat near him her rear just out of reach of his front paws. "Why hello handsome. Fancy me meeting you here. May I ask what brings you out on a night like this?" Her voice was soft and flowing and he couldn't help chuckling at her compliment. "Your very kind but age has caught up with me. I've settled down and really have forgotten quite a bit since then. Being a street dog is mostly a memory for me now." "I..find that very hard to believe stud" Julie whispered in something between a hiss and a snap as if she hated the thought. "And as for you being over the hill...parish the thought love. You've still got the devilish good looks that you used to. You could get under my tail any day!" The Schnauzer-mix stuttered a bit. "Get under what?" Laughing out loud she wagged her tail flipping her ears so that they whacked her head with audible thumps. "You heard what I said Tramp. Admit it! You want to get under my tail just like you used to. But you still haven't answered my question. Why are you here?" "Well my son is missing" he admitted sadly sitting up and hanging his head. "I don't know where he is or what happened but I'm afraid Buster's got him." "Well if that's the case I'll help you find him. That Doberman always was trouble and jealous of you!" "Wait...you don't have to" Tramp growled. "This is my problem and I can deal with Buster if I have to." The Dalmatian sighed and shook her head. "I've no doubt of that hot stuff. However it would be the least I could do to help you find your son wherever he is. Your kin and family mean a lot to me. I've always cared for you so what d'ya say to sleeping here together and then starting out looking for Buster and your son bright and early tomorrow? If that Doberman want's a fight two is better then one." After giving it some thought he nodded in gratitude, grinning down at her with his tongue lolling from his jaws. "Well if you insist then thank you Julie. I truly am in your debt." "I know you are stud" she whined in a seductive tone her tail raising to reveal the spade shaped mound of her tender folds bunched before him as she raised her body forward while still on her haunches. "That's why you need to pay up. It's a small thing that can easily be taken care of." "I couldn't" he muttered sniffing the air and licking his lips despite himself. "Come on! Where's the lovable scoundrel that I knew when last I saw you? Just this once...for all times sake. I'll never ask again unless you want me to, promise." All of his better judgment screamed at him to decline her offer, to think of Lady and not be tempted. But in the end his feral urge won out. "You sure you want this?" "You know I do...now come along and have some 'fun' with me" she yipped facing away from him and wiggling her rump in his direction. Straddling her he placed his front paws on either side of her slender body arching his read down closer to her and grinding his sheath against her back in a sensual slow movement. He was already erect and he could feel a bit of his juices coating her back as with a shuddering grunt he rammed himself into her pussy earning a howl from her that rang in his ears. "Ohhhh what a dog!!" Inside she was less tight then Lady but gifted, her muscles working his cock like he'd never experienced before. Added to that she was extremely wet and slippery, her folds schlorping her fluids around and past his cock to leak down her legs and down his sheath. This was the messiest sex he'd had in a long long time and yet he loved every minute of it. Her squeals of delight and the pulsing shuddering warmth of her body around him. She came the first time and her walls contracted around him squeezing him to the point of being unbearable while squirting out more of her cum that drenched the fur on his back paws. He nailed her again and again hammering away at her love tunnel as his lust grew along with the tingling warm feeling growing in the pit of his loins.  "Tie me nnnnnggghhh!!!! Oh Tramp!!!!!!!" "Hang on...gggggrrrrr.....mmmmm nnaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" With a final thrust he lunged forward slipping his knot in spilling his cream down her vaginal passage drooling and growling in a half whimper half groan. Both howled together before with an exhausted moan he flopped down opposite her breathing hard. "Whoa! Heh are you always so wet" he panted a silly smile covering his muzzle. Looking back at him the Dalmatian laughed teasingly moving her ass and causing him to whimper a bit. "Always. Now all we have to do is wait for you to deflate big boy." "I'm sorry" he growled smiling sheepishly. "Don't mean to inconvience you." "Think nothing of it sexy" she murred licking her lips. "I can't think of a better way to fall asleep...." It was cold, damp and completely miserable. The rain had stopped some time ago and yet he still felt drenched. Scamp whined pitifully in dreams his mind the only comfort. There was Angel. She was perfect, her scent that of the rosemary in the park, her fur the light cream, smooth and fluffy all at once. She kissed him and he sighed meeting her tongue with his and sharing saliva. She pushed him on his back and he obeyed without a thought. Smiling at him through his splayed legs she began licking him soothingly, in no time his girth was filing out in excitement to greet her and she lathered it all with wet sloppy love. Pre and drool dripped down his shaft at each lick until she was sucking him and he came hard. She swallowed it all letting only a bit drop back down on the side of his member facing him a playful smile on her face.  "I love you Tenderfoot..." "I love you too my Angel......

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Title: Double Act Tags: lesbian, sisters, fraternal twins, sister/sister, twins First of all, let me get this straight. My sister and I are not identical twins. We both have long, dark hair but hers is straight whereas mine has a little kink in it. Her left front tooth is a little out of line, and mine are perfectly straight. She has the body a cheerleader would die for while my hips and bust are at least an inch wider that no amount of aerobics or diet seems to shift. And we can't stand each other's taste in music. But for all that, or maybe because of it, we grew up trying to be as identical as possible. Maybe we felt cheated that, having shared the same womb and coming out into the world at the same time, we should look and be the same too. Of course when we were younger, our mom would dress us in the same clothes anyway and that would reinforce our sameness. We grew up aware of our differences, but willing and wanting to share as much with each other as we could. When we were younger, we would often share and swap toys on a regular basis. When we hit our teens we would share clothes one or the other would buy. As we grew older, we shared more intimate things. We even had an unspoken arrangement to share the vibrator Bethany bought on her seventeenth birthday. But we had never shared a man. Until Tim. Tim had been an acquaintence of mine at the college Beth and I went to. He seemed kind of cute, but not really my type. At the time, I was discovering an appreciation for the fairer sex anyway (although this was one of the rare things I had kept from Bethany). Anyway, things moved on and I introduced Tim to my twin sister. The two hit it off right away and quickly became an item. Tim was tall, blonde and well built; a typical American college boy. He liked his weights, was fairly well read, and had a lovely smile. Like Bethany, he was majoring in journalism at college. One time, I caught Tim and Bethany having sex in the room Beth and I still shared. It caused a moment of embarrassment between us. It's not as if I hadn't seen my sister's bare ass before, just that I hadn't seen it quite so agitated before, bouncing up and down on top of Tim. The next day Tim teased Bethany mercilessly, telling her that the only shame about me interrupting was that I didn't join in. Bethany would blush every time Tim mentioned it, but we both found it kind of funny too. It also marked a new departure for Bethany and I in our openness with each other. After catching her butt naked having sex, I felt the need to address the balance. I told Bethany that I had experimented with sex with other girls. "How many Cassie?" she asked me, more incredulous than shocked. I remember telling her that I had kissed a couple of girls at college, nothing much, was a little drunk at the time, but it had led to a couple of nights with a girl called Michelle who wasn't really my type, but who was available, and was able to give me the experience I was looking for. It was enough to know I wanted more. Up until then, the sex I'd had with men was okay, but hadn't given me the orgasms I'd read about in magazines, or watched in films. Before we had even finished college, Tim had been offered a position with Reuters, the international news agency. They were looking for young, keen reporters who matched a particular requirement for overseas working. Tim had taken up the offer, and was getting ready to leave in a weeks' time when he and Bethany decided to take off for a couple of days. We live on the edge of town, not far from some popular woods where an enterprising leisure company had built a number of log cabins around a small lake. Tim rang me as soon as the plans had been made. "Hey Cassie, do you want to come too?" he teased. I told him to look after my sister and bring her home without too many bruises. But later on, when we had some time alone in the house together, I spoke about it with Bethany and we came up with a crazy plan to give Time exactly what we wanted. "I watched this video he other week" Bethany told me, as we lazed about on a couple of sofas. I arched my eyebrows. "Yeah" Bethany said, rolling her eyes, "It was one of those videos." "Wow, Beth. I didn't know you were into those" "There's a lot about me you don't know sis, including what really turns me on. Anyway, in this video, there were two really hot girls giving this guy a blow job. He then took them one after the other, but get this; the thing that made it so hot was that these were real sisters." "What, the actresses?" "Uh-huh. Better still, they were identical twins. The poor guy didn't know what hit him; having two incredibly gorgeous twin sisters blowing him off." Bethany left the sentence hanging. My brain caught up a second or two later. "Bethany, what are you saying?" "Wouldn't it be cool, Cass? I mean, wouldn't it be the hottest send-off for any guy going overseas on his first job?" I looked at my sister? "Are you for real?" I said, trying hard to work out if my little sister was pulling my leg. Bethany sighed, then jumped up and grabbed my hand. "Come on!" she said, pulling me to my feet. She led me into her room, closed the door and fired up her computer. Within seconds, she hit the 'play' button on her DVD software and the titles of an adult movie scrolled up. In the background was a screenshot of the (presumably) twin sisters starring in the film. They were butt naked, pressed against each other, each looking sideways o smile at the camera. "Wait a second, wait a second" Bethany said, trying to find the bookmark she left. I was struck by a sudden thought. "Hey Beth" I said. "Hmm?" "Do these sisters do anything with, you know, with each other?" "Kind of" said Bethany, distracted as she wrestled with the controls. There was a moment of silence as Bethany looked to find the exact scene she wanted. In that short space of time, new thoughts were beginning to form in my head. "Okay, here it is" she said, pressing the 'play' button once more and sitting back on the end of her bed. I sat back beside her; close, as always, our legs touching. Bethany felt for my hand and held it. "Okay, this is so cool, watch." she instructed. I did. The two twins were, indeed, pretty hot. They were your standard gorgeous adult movie stars, with blonde hair, great figures and "come-fuck-me" smiles. But they were identical. They were lounging at home (not to different from me and Bethany), dressed in towelling robes when the door rang and the standard mailman walked in. He made some comment about delivering a 'special package' and the girls pretty much got straight to it. The first girl slipped off her robe and was clothed just in a pair of pink and white panties. She dropped to her knees and started fumbling with the guy's zipper. Seeing this, the second twin made out something that the 'special package' was for her, not her twin, and went over too. As she did, she let her robe fall to the floor to reveal matching panties to her twin. By the this time, the first twin had the guy's growing cock in her mouth. She sucked it for a few minutes while her sister played with his balls, then they swapped. Actually, the first twin fed the guy's cock to her sister's mouth. It felt, in a fast kind of way, very erotic. The two took turns, sucking the guy's cock then feeding it to the other twin. Eventually, the girls got up and knelt up side by side against the sofa. Mailman came over and serviced each twin in turn, pumping hard at one pussy, then the other. There wasn't any interaction between the twin sisters, but I couldn't get out of my head that the guy's cock had gone from one twin's mouth straight to the other, and now was going from deep inside one twin's pussy straight into her sister's. I had a strange, butterfly sensation in my stomach as I watched this. Quite suddenly, Bethany froze the video mid-shot. "See!" she said, excitedly. "Wasn't that hot?" "Yeah" I mumbled. Bethany bounced up a little on her bed. "What do you think, Cassie" she said. "What do you think? Would you do it? Are you up for it?" I felt time slowing down a little even though my answer was already made up. This would be something naughty and exciting and fun and a little bit dangerous. But I wasn't sure if my motives were the same as Bethany's. As I watched the video, I felt myself getting more and more turned on by the thought - the idea of the two twins interacting sexually with each other. It was that thought, more than anything else, that made me pause. Eventually though, I nodded my head for Bethany to see. Bethany started bouncing up and down, and her enthusiasm was infectious. Pretty soon, I was dancing round the room with her, the two of us acting 12 years old again. A few minutes later, with a sobering drink, and we started making our plans. I was to ring Tim and tell him in no uncertain way that I would not be joining him and my sister at the cabin where he and Bethany were going to. The place wasn't too far away, and I knew I could get there by bicycle, and hide it. Bethany would make sure Tim went out for a long walk on the first night; saying she had a headache or something. That would give me time to steal in, take a shower and get changed. Beth and I decided to wear matching clothes, right down to our underwear. It wasn't a problem, given our respective wardrobes. We both grew up wearing identical clothes and our tastes matched perfectly, meaning a lot of the stuff we bought independently was the same too. We decided on the simple, classic look; black high heels, black panties and bra, clean white blouse and short black skirt. Easy to look good in, easy to take off. We also worked out our game plan. Almost. The next two days after that seemed to drag. Bethany and I were both excited by the prospect of what we were planning, and had to keep it in check from the ever-curious Tim. And it was then that I did two things I felt guilty about. The first was stealing Bethany's adult DVD and watching it. The second was getting turned on by the twins' interaction in the film. I found myself getting very wet and horny seeing the twins being so sexual around each other, even if they weren't having sex with each other. At one point, just after brushing my teeth before going to bed, I started thinking about it a lot, and used my electric toothbrush for a very unhygienic purpose. Friday eventually came. Before Tim arrived to pick my sister up, we went through our plans once more, checking I had the identical clothes in my backpack, and what we intended to do. We hugged while Bethany waited by the door. I pulled Bethany close to me, as we whispered a few goodbyes. I felt her breath, and her whispers at my ear, smelled the scent of her hair against my face, and felt the crush of my chest against hers. All things given, I was a little ashamed, but not entirely surprised, that I felt incredibly horny at that moment. Bethany left, and left me two hours to kill. I took a cold shower to get my head screwed on right again, then, on impulse, went into my sister's room, lay on her bed and started to masturbate. Following that impulse, I picked up a pair of Beth's panties, and rubbed them against my clit, bringing myself eventually to a shuddering orgasm. I cycled over to the cabin as the sun set into the west. It was a gorgeous ride and didn't take me long to get there. I felt like some kind of ninja commando; placing each step carefully as I hid the bike nearby and made my way as silently as possible to the cabin. I'd almost got clear of the tree cover when the door to the cabin opened and Tim walked out. He looked right in my direction as he stood there, and I thought my game was up. What would I do if he caught me? Should I admit our plans and ruin the surprise, or should I make up a story about what I was doing here on his last weekend away with his girlfriend? If so, should I be angry, or would that ruin Beth's time with him? It was the one thing Beth and I hadn't thought about, or planned for. Just as I was dreading what to do, Tim turned away, doing up the zip on his coat, and headed for the lake. I waited until he was out of sight then waited a moment or two more. The door opened again and I saw Bethany crane her neck out. I broke cover and ran for the house, ducking into the doorway as Bethany watched my back. She closed the door and we hugged again; silly schoolgirls once more. "I told him to cool off and go for a walk" she said to me. "Cool off?" "Yeah, he was getting real intimate a little while ago, and I told him I didn't want our weekend ruined like that. I said I wanted it to be a romantic evening before things went further. I told him to take half an hour out, so that I could get the dinner ready." I winked at her. "Clever." Beth looked me up and down. "You get here okay? Bring the stuff with you?" I nodded. "Uh huh; in my pack." "Good. Grab a shower and get changed before he gets back, then we'll go through the plan." I did so, but was unable to stop my heart beating so loudly the whole time. I took care getting dressed and went out to meet Bethany. We opened the door to each other and looked. It was like being in front of a mirror! We sat down quickly, putting make-up on each other like we'd learned to do years ago, then I got into position in a nearby closet when Tim was due to come back. It was a little cramped, but I didn't mind, and it wasn't a moment too soon. Tim came back, took one look at my sister, and got a real hungry look in his eye. Beth told him that dinner hadn't gone so well, so she'd give him something to feast his eyes on instead. And he was gorging on it. He sat on the sofa and Bethany poured out a couple of glasses of wine for them. They took a sip and I watched as they kissed, tracking Tim's hand as it slid over my sister's ass. His fingers made contact with the small satin sash Beth had tucked into her waistband. "What's this?" he said, tugging at the sash. Abruptly, Beth stood up and took Tim's drink from his hand. "It's for you" she said, pulling free the sash and showing it to him. "For me?" he said. Beth smiled down at him. "Uh huh. I want you to put it on. Like I said, I want this night to be special." Tim's look of confusion turned to one of anticipation. "All right!" he said, sitting forward on the couch. Libby knelt in front of him and wound the sash around his eyes so that he couldn't see. Then she tied it tightly at the back of his head. "Okay" she said. "You stay right there. I'll be back in a moment." Bethany stood up and went over to the hi-fi, putting on some soft background music. Then, using that as cover, she sneaked over to where I was hidden and let me out. We grinned at each other, and suppressed the urge to giggle. "Where are you, Beth?" Tim said, more playful than complaining. "I'm right here, baby" Beth replied. She gave me a little pat on my ass and I padded over to where Tim sat. I knelt in front of him and used one hand to push him back into the couch and saw him grin. "Keep your hands to yourself" said Bethany, right beside me. "Otherwise you don't' get your surprise." "There's more surprises?" he said, attempting to sit up. I pushed him back again with the flat of my palm. "Uh uh, tiger" said Beth. We shared a silent giggle. Tim sat back, grinning, and I realised this was it; was I prepared to go this far with my sister's boyfriend, in front of her. Of course I was. I was getting worked up again and there was no way I'd back out now. I ran my hands down Tim's torso, letting my fingers dig a little into his muscle. "Mmm. That's good" he murmured. I carried on, until my hands were over his belt buckle. I let them trickle down further, feeling the bulge of his cock. I looked up at Bethany. She gave me a wink and nodded for me to carry on. I let my hands grab at Tim's open thighs, then went back up and undid his buckle. He went to move his hands to help me, but then thought better of it. I got hold of his belt and started to tug his jeans off. He wriggled a little but I eventually got them down to his ankles. His cock was growing large in his boxers. I ran my hands of it, feeling his shudder a little as I did so. Beth prodded my shoulder. I looked up and she nodded once more toward her boyfriend. Sighing inwardly, I reached inside Tim's boxers and took hold of his manhood. "Oh baby, that feels so good" he said. I massaged him for a moment or two, then took my hand out and pulled his boxers down too. When his cock was completely exposed, I could see how big he was. I ran my hands up and down his length. I felt, rather than heard, Beth getting up behind me. She moved very quietly to stand on the far side of the sofa; far enough away from Tim that she couldn't have possibly been doing to him what he was feeling. He murmured quietly, gyrating his hips as I used my hands on him. And then Beth spoke. "Does that feel real good, baby?" She said. Tim stiffened, and not in the way I had so recently helped him with. "Beth? What the fuck is going on? Who-?" Tim scrabbled into an upright position, suddenly embarrassed. First he fumbled with his shorts, then with the silk band around his head. He struggled with the knot, but eventually got it free and ripped the blindfold off. He looked down at me, and his face drained of color. "Cassie?!? Cassie, Jesus, Cassie what are you doing? What are- How can you-?" For that split second, Tim's face was a picture. He literally did not know what to do or say. I got up and stood beside my grinning twin sister. "Surprise!" said Bethany, slipping an arm around my waist. We grinned at each other and stared down at Tim. He looked somewhere between dazed, confused and possibly hungover. And his passion had definitely gone. Beth decided to take pity on him. "Baby" she said, kneeling down in front of him. "You wanted this weekend to be special, and so do I. And so does Cassie. That's why we're here. It's every guy's fantasy, right? You told me that. Making love to twin sisters. Well here we are." "Yeah, Bee Bee. I know, but I mean, Jesus!" He was still staring at the floor somewhere. Beth got up and stood beside me once more. "Hey" she said. Tim looked up. "Don't we look good to you?" Beth said. She pulled her hair up and pouted. "Don't we both look good, Tim" I continued, copying my sister. We now had his full attention, and put into play phase two of our plan. The striptease. "You just sit there a minute, honey" said Bethany. "Me and Cassie want to get a bit more comfortable, okay?" We started to move our hips to the low music, and dance around each other. We made out like we were erotic dancers, and gave each other smouldering looks. After a minute or two, I reached out and took hold of Bethany's blouse, undoing the top button. I carried on down her blouse until it was open. Beth slipped it off her shoulders as I moved round behind her. With my hands shaking a little, I undid the clasp at the back of her bra and slipped that off her shoulders too. Beth raised her hands up to her hair once more, and I slid my hands around her chest until I was holding each of her breasts. "Does that feel better, sis?" I said. "Mmm. Much better" Bethany said, huskily. I moved my hands down her tummy and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. I moved my hands round to her left side and unclipped the catch on her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. Bethany stepped out of her skirt and turned to me. "Oh Cassie!" she said, in mock-surprise, "You must be so hot. Let me help you out of those things." "Thanks, sis" I said, moving to stand directly in front of Tim. His hard-on was the biggest I'd ever seen on a man. We reversed the roles, and I stood still as Bethany undid the buttons on my blouse. It fell to the floor and I felt my heart beat a little faster as Beth unclipped my bra and it too fell. I raised my hands up and closed my eyes, feasting on the sensation as Beth smoothed her hands around my sides and covered my breasts. "Doesn't that feel good?" she whispered at my ear. "God yes" I said, not sure if it was loud enough for Tim's benefit. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my tits. Given that they were a little bigger than my sister's, Beth was making the most of them for his benefit. She ran her hands over and over them, letting her fingers flick the bullet-hard nipples. Then she rand her hands down to my waist and undid my skirt. I stepped out of the clothes and turned to face my sister. We grinned at each other, then shared a very close and intimate hug, wrapping our arms around each other as threw wicked smiles at my sister's boyfriend. "Sis" I said, using that mock-tone again, "Did you put the dinner on?" "No Cassie" Beth said, all sad. "And I'm real hungry right now." "Me too. Know anything we can eat for a bit?" I said. That was our cue for stage three. Tim, catching up slowly to our game held out a hand in half-protest. "Whoah, wait a minute there. Are you saying-" We ignored him as we both settled onto the floor in front of him. I took hold of Tim's cock and watched my sister lower her mouth onto it. She licked his cock wet, then took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. I looked up at Tim. "Tim, you are one lucky bastard" I said, lowering my head next to Bethany's. Beth pulled away and fed Tim's cock into my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt his thick, hot member slide past my teeth into my mouth. Tim was mumbling incoherently as I started to give him a blow-job. Beth sat up beside him on the sofa, and joined him watching me suck him off. "Doesn't that look good baby?" she said, "Watching my twin sister suck your cock? Isn't that what you always wanted?" They shared a deep kiss, then Beth moved back down beside me and we went to work on him together; licking his balls, playing with him with every trick either of us knew. At one point, we were both licking the top of his cock when I was aware of Beth's tongue sliding over my own. I responded hungrily, so horny I couldn't describe it. We almost brought him to an orgasm, but managed to hold back. We stood up, arms around each other's waists. "Man" said Tim, struggling to sit up, "The only thing better than this would be seeing the two of you go at it together. I mean hands, tongues, strap-ons; the lot! Beth laughed at him. "That really is in your dreams, loverboy" she said. Tim threw her a wicked grin. "I could die a happy man though!" he replied. Beth got back on the sofa and she and Tim started kissing. I took that as my cue to leave them to it. I didn't really want to do more than I had with a guy anyway. I got changed, and left. I don't think they noticed. Tim left the following week on an assignment to Guyana. Two weeks later, Bethany heard the news that he had been killed; shot whilst being mugged in the capital, Georgetown. Beth was inconsolable. I'd never seen her so upset before, and didn't realise how much Tim meant to her. The next few weeks were pretty difficult. Beth didn't want to talk to Tim's family, and wasn't interested much in talking to anybody. She didn't eat properly, and it broke my heart not to see her smile. I tried everything I could to cheer her up; arranging pyjama parties for just me, her and Ben and Jerry; to drunken nights out where we could let it all go. But nothing seemed to work. On the rare occasions where Bethany did talk about Tim, she'd talk about the things Tim wanted to do, or what they wanted to do together, but now never would. One night, she told me, in between tears, that she didn't know how she was going to honor his memory; as if that was important to her. But nothing I could think of seemed to make a difference. And my sister's pain was my pain too. Then one day it came to me. At first I dismissed the idea completely, but it gnawed at me until I decided to st down and give it some proper attention. Then having done that, I made my decision, went into my bedroom and got the clothes. The house was empty but for me and Beth late one afternoon. I walked into her room without knocking and walked straight up to her bed where Beth was lying staring at the ceiling. I threw the clothes onto the bed and said; "Put them on." At first Beth ignored me, but I stood there, silently beside her bed, waiting. Eventually she sat up and looked over at the clothes I'd left. She picked up the white blouse and a look of confusion crossed her face. "Put them on" I repeated, hand on hip. Finally, Beth looked up at me. "Why?" she said, recognising them as the clothes I'd worn the night Beth and I seduced Tim. "Because" I said, settling onto the bed beside her, "We're going to do the one thing we know Tim wanted us to do. So he can be happy". Beth's frown meant that she hadn't caught up with me yet. "What do you-" she started. I reached over and took her hand in mine. "Tim said it was the one thing he wanted to see. Said he could die a happy man. We can do this to honor his memory Bethany. To make him happy." "Do what, Cassie?" "What he really wanted us to do; make love to each other." There. The bombshell was out. I sat for a moment holding Beth's hand, waiting for her to respond. Confusion and fear mingled with her melancholy. I could see her wrestling with herself. "Cassie, we can't. We can't do that, we just-" "Listen!" I said. "When we were at the cabin, dancing together and stripping each other, Tim had the biggest hard-on ever, right?" Beth nodded slowly. "He was so happy, sis. Remember? He couldn't believe his eyes! Twin sisters, making love to him. And he said that the only thing better than that would be us making love to each other. He said that, Beth. It was like his ultimate, ultimate fantasy. And we could do that to honor his memory, right?" Beth nodded slowly, but still looked confused. "But he didn't really mean that, Cassie" she said. "He was just really horny at the time, and-" "All I know" I said, interrupting her, "Is that Tim had the biggest thrill of his life when he saw us together. And I remember him saying it was his ultimate fantasy. I remember him saying he could die a happy man if we made love to each other. Now if you really want to honor his memory, then I can't think of a better way than to fulfil that wish. Can you?" Beth looked up at me and stared into my eyes. She started crying, then threw her arms around my neck. "Oh Cassie!" she said, sobbing into my neck. "Yes. Yes, you're right." She pulled away , but only enough to try and kiss me. "Not here" I said, smoothing a hand down her cheek. "Back in the cabin; wearing the clothes we wore that night. We want to make it special, right?" Beth nodded at me, tears welling up once more. "But tonight" she said, as though for confirmation. I reached over and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Tonight" I said. Then I stood up and took a deep breath. "Beth, you get your clothes together. I'm going to get a few things, then we'll leave in about an hour okay? I'll leave a note for mom." Beth nodded. I left the room and felt my heart begin to thud hard inside my chest. I'd convinced my sister, but had I convinced myself? I went out quickly, getting the things I wanted before doubt crept back in - for either of us. Almost exactly to the hour, I knocked on Bethany's door and she opened it, smiling. She'd taken a shower, and lost the obvious red rims around her eyes. "All set?" I said. Beth nodded, and motioned toward a bag on her bed. "I put your clothes in there too" she said. I smiled, trying to relax her. "Thanks" I said. "Come on, let's get going. I'll drive." Beth grabbed her bag and we went out of the house. The drive was short and uneventful, and neither of us spoke very much. At one point, Beth reached over and squeezed my thigh. "Thank you she said, smiling over at me. "that's okay" I mumbled, but by the time I looked over, she was smiling off into the night again, and had taken her hand away. It was dark by the time we reached the cabin, and cold inside the building. I put on the heating, then turned to my sister. "Bee bee, can you get the fire started while I grab a shower?" "Sure" she said. "You want a drink?" "Uh huh" I smiled; "vodka and soda, honey". Beth answered me with an open smile and it was good to see her do it. On impulse, I grabbed her hand. "Are you okay?" I said. Beth looked at me and nodded, a look of confusion on her face. "I mean" I said slowly, "are you okay about you and me?" Beth lifted my hand up to her face and kissed my fingers. "Yes" she said, making the answer quite deliberate. I smiled back at her then turned to grab my shower and get myself ready. When I got out of the bathroom, I saw that Beth had left me a generous measure of vodka and soda on the dresser, and had laid my clothes out on the only bed in the house. Same white blouse, same short black skirt, same high heels. Even the same underwear. I slipped them on, feeling very nervous. Then I sat by the bedside table and put on the same make-up. Did I really want to do this? And if I did, who was I doing it for? I knew one difficult question would lead to another. The first was easy enough. If for no other reason, I wouldn't back out now. But that wasn't saying it was an excuse. Yes, I told myself, I was going through with this; I was going to make love to my twin sister. But that made me ask why. Who was I really doing it for? Was I doing it for the sake of my sister's memory of her dead boyfriend? Was I doing it as some kind of closure, or as shock therapy to let my sister get on with her life? Or was I doing it for me. A rush of memories stole up on me; of watching the twin sisters on Beth's DVD interact in an overtly sexual way with other actors; of hugging my sister before our planned seduction of Tim; of closing my eyes as Beth unclasped my brad and fondled my breasts; finally of looking at my sister through half-closed eyes as her tongue rolled over mine with Tim's cock between us. I closed my eyes and tried to stop my heart from thudding so hard. My nipples had hardened while I sat there, and the butterflies in my tummy were testament to more than just simple nerves. The girl in the mirror in front of me looked horribly confused. I wasn't ready yet to answer the question, but I knew that whatever happened, tonight would define more than just my own anguish. How would Beth and I feel about it in the cold light of day? I finished the drink she left for me and closed my eyes again, purging the doubt from my head. We were both young, gorgeous and delighted in our sexuality. What would we do that could really be so wrong? We had a sisterly bond that not even lovers could match, and was stronger than my nerves, or Beth's grief. I quickly tousled my hair than stepped out into the main room. Beth was sitting on the sofa, and looked totally gorgeous; a complete transformation from the depressed girl she'd become since Tim died. She looked so calm and relaxed; a completely different picture from the way I felt. "Hey" she said, smiling softly. "Good shower?" "Mmm-hmm" I replied, smiling back at her. "You look great" said Beth, setting down on the coffee table the drink she'd been nursing. "So do you, sis" I said. "No, I mean, you look great" Beth repeated, with an emphasis on the last word. I twirled, grinning. "What, in this old thing?" When I turned back round, Beth was getting up from the sofa. She stood in front on me and circled an arm around my waist. I rested my arms lightly around her neck. "I so want this" she said, staring at me. I was about to reply, then saw that she had more to say. "You were right. This is exactly what Tim would have wanted. If he could see us now-" she turned to look up at the ceiling "-then I know he'd be happy." She looked back at me, all sultry and sexual. "Two of the most gorgeous twins on earth; playing out his fantasy, right?" Beth leaned forward , pulling my waist toward her, and planted a kiss on my lips. Her lips tasted strongly of alcohol. My heart was thudding so hard I could barely breath. I broke off, noticing Beth's quick look of confusion. "Where's the music?" I said, looking round. "Music?" Beth said. "Yeah, the music. Remember; we had the music on, and we danced together then stripped for Tim?" Beth's brown uncreased as the memory forced its way back in. "Oh yeah" she said, lighting a little. She let go of my waist and made her way unsteadily toward the hi-fi. She put on the same CD she played for Tim; made sure it was the right track, then looked up at me. "Wanna dance?" she said. I held out one hand. "Show me your hot stuff" I replied. Beth giggled, then came over, took my hand and started dancing. At first it was a little awkward, but the drink was starting to relax me, and the music was having its usual effect on us both. We were both slaves to good music, and could not help getting lost in it when the beat took us over. Pretty soon, we were gyrating and dancing on the sitting room floor. The music started to relax me, but I was worried that my sister was having second thoughts about what we intended to do together, and I resolved myself to take it as slowly, and as far as she was comfortable. The last thing I wanted to do was traumatise my sister even more. I had my eyes closed, dancing in a closed circle and holding my hair up when I felt Beth's hands encircle my waist from behind. She pressed against me and I pressed back. Beth ran her hands up over my breasts until she found the top button of my blouse. She undid that, then quickly went down my front, exposing my body. I had no sooner slipped out of my blouse when I felt Beth unclasp me from behind. I shrugged my bra of and watched as Beth's hands ran up and down my torso. She held them over my breasts and squeezed, feeling m hard nipples beneath her fingers. A gentle pinch from her fingers signalled me to turn. Beth had reversed our positions, and was standing with her arms up. Somewhat more gingerly that my sister, I felt around her body and unbuttoned her blouse. I then popped the catch on her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Beth twirled to face me, resting her arms on my shoulders. I put my arms around her waist as she closed the gap between us. I felt her breasts and tummy squash against mine; her breath close to my mouth. "There" she said. "Isn't that better?" her fingertips were tickling the back of my neck; a place she knew was one of my hot erogenous zones. I slipped my fingertips underneath her skirt so that I could feel the soft skin at the base of her spine. Beth arched a little as I hit one of her special zones. "Unclip me" she said, closing her eyes. I moved my hands round to her left side and found the catch fro her skirt. I worked at it, and felt the fabric loosen. Within a moment, Beth's skirt crumpled to the floor. I ran my hands back round her waist and let them slip down. I felt the smooth softness of her lower back, and let my fingertips explore further down. My hands curved around Beth's ass without resistance. "Hey" I said, mock-angry. "No fair. You went commando!" Beth grinned at me. "Sorry" she drawled, but I knew you'd take too long fumbling with my skirt. I didn't want to spend all night with you getting my knickers in a twist." "Kiss my ass!" I said indignantly Beth winked, then said, "Let's make it evens." Using her hands on my shoulders, she turned me round, facing away from her. I felt her run her hands up and down my back, and loved the guilty sensation. I noticed Bath kneel down on the floor behind me, and went to turn, but Beth kept me where I stood. "Uh-Uh" she said. "I gotta make evens, right?" Beth took her time unclasping my skirt, easing it down my hips until it fell to the floor. I felt her run her hands over my ass cheeks for a moment, until she hooked her thumbs inside my panties and started tugging them down. There was a pause for a moment, and then two things happened at once. Beth said "Kiss my ass, huh?" and, at the same time, she used her hands to spread open my ass cheeks. Before I could turn, I felt the warm wet sensation of Beth's tongue press up against by asshole. "Beth! Jesus! What are you-" "Shh!" she said impatiently, giving my ass a hard slap with her hand. "You said Kiss my ass, so here I am. Gotta make evens, right?" At a slight push from her hand to the small of my back, I bent over a little. At some more gentle insistence from her hands, I spread my legs apart. Then I felt Beth's head move up against me again once again and closed my eyes as she began to roll her tongue over my asshole. The sensation was shocking; both the feeling of Beth's tongue on such a sensitive part of my body, and the fact that it was my sister licking my ass. "Ooh yeah" I heard Beth murmur, "Tim would love to see this. He'd love watching us get dirty!" Beth carried on licking me; biting the soft skin around my anus and digging her fingernails into by ass cheeks, turning me on in the most incredible way. She pushed me again and I half fell forward, bracing myself against the edge of the sofa; bent over with my ass still exposed. "That's better, you dirty bitch!" Beth muttered. Beth had called me a bitch before, but only in an argument, not is such a sexual way. I felt things were getting a little out of hand, but was somehow powerless to do anything. I was the older twin. I was the one whose idea this was, and now my nerves and submission were curling me into ball. I felt Beth move back a little, stroking my wet ass with her finger. "Does that feel good, baby?" she asked, voice as sultry as I'd ever heard it. "y- yes" I stuttered. I felt Beth's finger roll lazily around the rim of my ass then, quite suddenly, she pushed her finger inside my asshole, making me yelp. "Take it easy sis" she said. "It's not like you haven't been fingered by a girl before, right?" I grunted an answer but couldn't tell her that I'd never got this far with anyone else. Beth started sliding her finger in an out of my asshole, muttering how good it looked and how hard Tim's cock would be right now. The muscles in my legs were starting to burn, but I dared not move. Beth took her finger out, then moved forward and began licking my ass once more; pushing her tongue into the now relaxed muscle. I felt my head getting dizzy and wondered briefly if I was going to pass out. Beth sat back and pushed her thumb all the way into my ass, curling her fingers underneath me to hold and squeeze my pussy. "Sis, you are dripping wet!" she exclaimed, as though I had done something naughty. Which I had; I had got more turned on by Beth's actions than by anything else in my life. Beth ran her fingers up and down my engorged clit; making them slick with my own juice. Then she rocked back on her heels and stood up. She stroked my hip with one hand and I stood up to face her. When I turned round, she was sucking on one of her fingers. "Saved one for you" she said, holding up her middle finger. "Are you giving me the finger?" I said, laughing nervously. Beth didn't answer, but pushed her hand toward my face. She traced her fingertips over my lipstick-red lips and I smelt and tasted the product of my own illicit sex. I closed my eyes and opened my lips, letting Beth push her fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them greedily, rolling my tongue around them as she pushed them in and out of my mouth. "You taste real good" she murmured. "Tim would love to lick your cunt." She pulled her fingers back and stood for a moment, staring at me. I gazed back at her; caught in a tidal wave of emotion and passion. "I'm really horny" Beth said. "Me too sis" I replied. I stepped close and went to kiss her but she turned her face and I stepped into a hug instead. She gripped her arms around me as we stood close against each other. "Not yet" she whispered in my ear. There was a pause, as though Bethany was going to say something else, but then she pushed me away. "I want to see you eat me" she said. I smiled nervously, trying to match my sister's bravado. "Then you'd better sit down" I said, as suggestively as I could. On impulse, Beth reached out between my legs and dug her fingernails into my pubic hair. "Hope you're hungry" she said. "My pussy's on fire." She stepped past me and sat lazily on the sofa; one leg outstretched with the other tucked up high on the cushions, exposing the soft dark triangle of hair covering her pussy. "Don't keep me waiting" she said, winking. I knelt down in front of her and trailed my fingertips up the inside of her long, slim thighs. "I'll keep you waiting a bit" I said. I carried on caressing my sister's thighs, massaging her gorgeous legs while I closed my eyes and let the smell of her sex fill my senses. Concentrating on her outstretched leg, I held it with both hands and leant forward, kissing the soft skin as I let my lips travel up the inside of her thigh. I knew what I was doing, but there was still a part of me that was yelling 'I'm having sex with my own sister!' And was confused by it. But it was too late to stop now. I had to get some kind of control back, realising that rather than being worried Beth was too shy or nervous to engage with me, she was quite the opposite. It was a side that very many people never see of their siblings or close family; of that person being turned on and acting in a very aggressive and sexual way. Beneath the many layers of my emotions, I secretly gorged on that sensation; that realisation of being in such a sexual situation with my twin sister. I carried on kissing her until I reached the sensitive skin between her thigh and her pubis. Kissing Beth there made her squirm, and I felt her hand on the back of my head urging me closer toward her pussy. "Stop teasing me!" she said angrily. "Tim never teased me like that. Eat me out, goddamit!" I felt a sharp pain as Beth's fingernails insisted the point against my skull. Using my thumbs, I gently parted the soft hair covering my sister's wet pussy, and stared at it for a moment. This was it, I thought to myself. Even after everything that had happened in the last twenty minutes, I had been the passive partner; allowing my sister to take the lead in our lovemaking. But now it was my turn, and my twin sister's pussy was right in front of me. I closed my eyes once more and lowered my head, opening my mouth. My tongue made contact with her soft, swollen clit and for the first time I tasted my own sister's sex. I rolled my tongue around her clit, devouring every sensation I'd grown to enjoy about other women. Beth squirmed a little, hissing a protracted "yeeess!" as I began to eat her out. Her hand stayed on the back of my head, making sure I kept my mouth close to her. "Look at me" Beth whispered urgently. I opened my eyes and looked up. Beth cleared a few strands of hair away from the front of my face and stared into my eyes. "God, I love you!" she said, her lips trembling. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, using her hand to push me closer between her legs. I let one of my fingers slip underneath her clit and into her pussy. "Do it! Do it!" she said, writhing on the sofa. I slipped another finger inside her and began to fuck her slowly with my hand as I carried on licking her clit. Beth was approaching the first stages of orgasm very quickly, and my hand was soon slick with her juice. I slipped a third finer into my sister's tight, but well-lubricated pussy and began working at her inside. Beth was writhing on the sofa as I frigged her, pushing my head against her clit, then throwing her arms back as another wave of orgasm rippled through her. Eventually, after longer than I'd ever spent going down on a girl, I sat back then clambered up the sofa between my sister's legs. Beth was hot, flushed and very hungry looking. "Come here" she demanded, as I clambered over her body to reach her. Our lips clashed together and Beth's tongue forced its way into my mouth. She pulled back a little and greedily licked and lapped at her own juice from around my lips. Then she lay back. Her body was warm and soft and gorgeous beneath me. After a moment, she opened her eyes and said "Did you bring any toys?" I nodded, pointing to a small rucksack by the side of the coffee table.. "Bring it here" Beth said, curling a finger around a lock of my hair. I rolled off her and the sofa, crawled over to the bag and brought it back. I sat next to Beth and we opened it together. Inside it I'd placed a couple of lesbian magazines, Beth's adult movie of the twin sisters, some lubricant (not that that was needed!), two dildos and a small vibrator. Beth reached in for the first dildo. It was a long, thick piece of rubber, shaped like a cock at each end. Beth ran her hand over one end of it. "Nice" she said. She then reach in and picked out the other dildo; this one was something I'd bought a while ago to use on a prospective girlfriend at college. It was a standard black 7-inch model, but was engaged in a strap on harness that tied around your waist. "Ahh" breathed Beth. "That's better!" She put the bag on the floor and turned to me. "Would you mind putting this on for me?" she asked, as sweetly as she could. I rolled my eyes, imitating her voice. "If I must" I said. Beth rolled over until she was kneeling in the middle of the sofa; arms over the back facing away from me. I scrambled off the sofa and slipped into the harness, adjusting the buckles so that the fit was nice and snug. "Hey, I'm getting cold" Bethany murmured. I used some of my saliva to wet the dildo and ran my right hand up and down its length. "Enough already!" I said. "You've got to wait a bit for this, I want to make sure it goes in smooth." I truth, I knew this was crossing another road in my new journey with my sister. Not so much the action of fucking her with a dildo, but the emotion and the experience of fucking my own sister. I knelt down behind Beth once more and watched her relax as I began to let my tongue lap once more at her hot, sweet pussy. I pressed my nose up against her ass as I pushed her face against her and began to feel that huge rush or horny emotion run through me. If I wasn't fully turned on before, then I was reaching new heights of illicit pleasure. I slipped two fingers inside Beth, pulled them out, then slip them back in again. I did this several times, at first just enjoying the sensation of fingering the inside of my sister's pussy, but then I started using her juice to lubricate the dildo swinging stiffly between my legs. "Oooh, that feels so good, Cass" Beth moaned. I pulled away from my sister and stood up. "Give it to me" she said, in a low voice. "You want me to fuck you" I asked quietly. I moved a little closer toward her and pressed the tip of the dildo against Beth's pussy. "You want me inside you?" I repeated, as huskily as possible. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me you dirty bitch!" Beth moaned I used one hand to part the lips of my sister's wet pussy, and the other to guide the tip of the dildo between them. I felt the thick head of the dildo slip between Beth's labia. Gently moving forward, I pushed the dildo further inside her. "Oh my god" I heard her mutter. "oh my god that feels good. You feel so good inside me." I grabbed onto my sister's hips with both hands and begin to rock backward and forward. Pretty soon I was fucking the entire length of the dildo in and out of her wet pussy. I started running my hands all over my sister's ass, marvelling at how beautiful she looked in front of me. Changing speed, I grabbed her hips again and pull back on them, fucking her harder and faster. I closed my eyes and let the waves of orgasm wash over me. My own pussy was aching every time I fucked in toward my sister and felt the flat of the harness press against my clit. This was better than any girl-fuck I'd ever imagined. "Oh Jesus. Sweet Jesus, yes!" shouted Beth, completely lost to her orgasm. "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me just like Tim! Oh God yes!" I felt Beth begin to shake uncontrollably and fucked as hard and fast as I could to maximize her multiple orgasm. Eventually I slowed the strokes of the dildo, withdrew and lay back on the floor next to the coffee table, the thick, wet dildo pointing high into the air. Both of us were hot and sweating from the energy of the fucking I'd just given her. Beth stayed still on the sofa for a moment, then edged back slowly and knelt down beside me. She brushed her hair that had plastered to her face, then lowered her mouth to the dildo and began to suck her own cum from it. I felt my heartbeat surge as I watched my sister's head bob up and down on the dildo I was strapped to. After a few moments, Beth knelt back and closed her eyes. Her face was still flushed and she looked incredibly attractive. She moved again, slowly, gently this time until she was straddling me. She lowered herself onto the dildo and I watched it slip inside her pussy once more. She rocked forward and backward a little, so that I could see it between her legs, then she lowered her body until she lay on top of me. We laced our fingers between each others, and I felt her nipples brush over my breasts as we lay together. I unlocked my fingers and put my arms around my sister, running them up and down her slim back. Beth used her fingers to clear away some strands of hair from my face, and gazed at me. "Kiss me" she said, her voice as serious as anything I'd heard her say. I lifted my head from the floor, and tilted it the opposite way to my sister. We both closed our eyes at the last moment, and I felt that huge heart-rush once more as our lips connected and we shared a very deep and loving kiss. I pressed my hands against my sister's back, pressing her onto me and feeling the squash of her breasts against mine. We were perfectly matched for each other; in our physical beauty, in our shared experiences, and in what made each other tick. I knew then that I could never again just be Beth's sister. I could never again just be her lover. I was both; something strange and unusual and difficult to comprehend, but something new all the same. I loved my sister so much, but now, having shared each other's passions and intimacy, I loved her in a new and special way. "I love you" Beth said suddenly, as if reading my mind. I smiled up at her and closed my eyes lazily. "I love you too" I replied, "very much. More than just as my sister. You are- you are so beautiful" I added, starting to lose my way with words. Beth smiled at me again, then lowered her mouth to me and kissed me again. This time there wasn't the frenzy of tongue lashing we shared previously. This time we used the time to explore each other's mouths; perfectly comfortable to do so, with no inhibitions barring us from our passion. Eventually, after a very long time kissing and caressing each other, we both felt sleep begin to steal a march on us. Almost unaware that I still had the dildo impaling my sister, we got up together and went to the bedroom hand-in-hand. Beth knelt down beside me and unbuckled the harness, letting it fall to the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed again with pleasure as Beth smoothed the spot between my legs where the harness had chafed. We clambered into bed together and lay in each other's arms, drawing lazy circles on each other's bodies and we drifted off to sleep. We woke up once in the night, full of passion once more, and made love again. But this time there wasn't any urgency, and we were able to pleasure each other without creating too much havoc with the bed sheets. The last thing I remembered, before falling into a deep and formless sleep, was feeling my sister's warm and soft body laying next to my own; her leg draped across mine and her hand resting on my stomach. The thought that accompanied it was of deep and awesome love for my sister, and the promise of many more nights like this one in the future. END

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Title: How Long Can You Resist Ch. 06 Tags: romance novella, romance series, drama, romantic drama *Author's note: I have been overwhelmed with emails pleading with me to continue with this story. I apologize for taking so long to write this next chapter in Elizabeth and Gerard's story. I hope you enjoy it, and all your votes and feedback are appreciated.* \* Elizabeth awoke, finding herself tucked snugly up against Gerard's chest with her back to his still sleeping form. His left arm lay underneath her head. The other arm was slung over her waist, and he snored gently in her ear. The light streaming into the barn was gray, indicating that it had to be early morning. Sighing contentedly, Elizabeth's thoughts turned to the events of yesterday. She frowned as she remembered the disastrous dinner; her stomach turned at the memory of Mrs. St. Claire's hurtful words. But then her mind drifted to Gerard, and what he had done to her, for her last night -- she had never felt so wonderful in her life. She blushed thinking about it, and snuggled back against Gerard happily. Gerard started awake at the feeling of Elizabeth's warm, womanly bottom pressing against him so intimately. His nether region also awoke, and Gerard was embarrassed as it rose to greet Elizabeth so eagerly. "Oh," Elizabeth murmured, feeling something poking her. "I apologize, sweetest," Gerard said quietly. "But when you do that, how could I react any other way?" Elizabeth smiled shyly, turning even more pink. "I am not saying I mind, Gerard," she said, biting her lip at her boldness. Gerard's eyebrows rose, and a sly grin spread across his face. "Someone's feeling saucy this morning," he said, wrapping his arm more tightly around her. He was rewarded by her sigh of satisfaction. He buried his nose in her dark tresses, breathing deeply and enjoying her scent. "It must be your influence," Elizabeth replied, unable to control her smile. She felt a familiar fluttering in her belly, and a warmth was slowly building between her legs. She pressed her thighs together in an unconscious attempt to relieve the pressure, and couldn't repress the soft moan that issued from her lips. The sound did not escape Gerard's attention; a surge of pleasure shot through him, his cock becoming even more rigid as it now pressed against her back. "I would have to agree," Gerard said huskily, rising above her and cradling her face in his hands. "Forgive me, if I have been bad." He bent his head and captured her mouth, pent up passion rushing forth and breaking his former resolve to take things slowly. He groaned as Elizabeth's tongue swept experimentally across his bottom lip, and his fingers tangled in her hair as he pressed himself even more closely to her. Elizabeth's head was swimming. She had never seen this side of Gerard before -- he was kissing her without abandon, his hands wild as his hips began to move against her. Where before she had been timid, she was now daring; her hands roamed across his broad back, and she arched up, pushing her breasts against Gerard's front. She filled with joy as she was graced with his moans of pleasure. Gerard was surprised by Elizabeth's actions -- gone was the apprehensive girl who had been shy with her kisses. In her place was a wild woman, as eager and willing to show her enthusiasm as he was. The ache that had been so concentrated in his groin was now suffusing his entire body, and he groaned against her mouth as he captured a breast in his hand. Elizabeth gasped at the touch, Gerard's thumb brushing against the hardened nipple that strained through the fabric of her dress. "Undress me," she murmured, her cheeks reddening as she met his gaze. Gerard paused, staring hard at Elizabeth. For a moment she was afraid he would reject her; she looked away, unable to maintain eye contact under his fevered stare. "Are you sure, darling?" Gerard asked softly, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face back toward him. "Because if this goes much further, I do not know if I will be able to stop." It was Elizabeth's turn to stare. She looked up into Gerard's handsome face, his eyebrows furrowed with concern as he studied her. His smoky eyes seemed to reflect all the things she was feeling: desire, hunger, and need. But then there was something else -- something tender, something moving that threatened to unnerve her if she focused on it for too long. Before she could change her mind, she nodded. "Yes, I am sure," she said, closing her eyes. "Please, Gerard. Undress me." Gerard took a shaky breath as he helped Elizabeth sit up. His hands trembled as he reached for the top button of her gown. He silently admonished himself for his nervousness; he had been with plenty of women, but somehow Elizabeth shook his confidence. He wanted so badly for her to enjoy this. He was jerked out of his thoughts at the sound of Elizabeth's anxious giggle. "Are you having trouble?" she teased quietly, looking down to see Gerard still struggling with the second button. Gerard exhaled on a laugh, relaxing a bit at the sight of Elizabeth smiling. "Yes, it seems that I am, my lady," he said, letting go of the button and raking his hands through her shining hair. "Perhaps you would have better luck?" Elizabeth smirked as she began to undo the buttons. "I do not suppose dresses are a man's area of expertise, after all," she said, her own hands quavering a little as she pushed the gown from her shoulders. Gerard's eyes took in the creamy texture of her skin as he watched her russet dress slide down to her waist. The lacy shift she wore underneath revealed an expanse of smooth cleavage, and the rosy color of her nipples was evident beneath the thin cloth. "My God, you are beautiful," Gerard breathed, reaching out to stroke his fingers across her skin. He watched goose flesh spread where he had touched, and smiled as he noted her small shiver. "I believe I can take it from here, sweetest." His lack of confidence replaced with a strong desire to see the rest of her, Gerard leaned forward and pulled the dress over the swell of her hips and down her legs. He caressed her slim ankles as he threw the clothing behind him, chuckling lowly as Elizabeth said in dismay, "Oh, it's landed in the dirt!" "Please, darling, do not let that distract you," Gerard chided, his hands sliding up her calves and dragging the shift along with them. Inch by inch, her ivory skin was displayed: her shapely legs, her silken thighs, then the dark patch of hair that covered her woman's mound. "You're even more lovely in the daylight," Gerard whispered, his breath stirring the curls that shimmered with Elizabeth's arousal. She moaned, her legs closing around him and cradling him to her apex. Gerard's senses were filled with her musky scent, and he very nearly finished in his pants. "Elizabeth," he rasped, prying her legs from around him. "If you keep that up, this will be over far too early for either of us to be truly satisfied." His hands continued their journey, pushing the shift above her waist until, finally, his eyes were finally able to take in her breasts. They were lush and round, perfect handfuls, topped with small erect nipples the color of cinnamon. Elizabeth was breathing heavily, her mind in a heady daze. She quivered at his ministrations, feeling moisture gather between her legs. Her nipples tightened even more beneath his gaze, and she shuddered at the look of lust that had come across his face. Taking a firm breast in one hand, Gerard thumbed her nipple, delighting in her gasps of pleasure. He lowered his head to the other breast, his tongue coming out to gently swipe across it. "Gerard!" Elizabeth gushed, her hips rising of their own volition as he worked his tongue over her nipple. She held his head to her, her fingers threading in his hair. "I can see you enjoy this," Gerard said hoarsely, consumed by the fire that emanated from his manhood. He moved to the other nipple, laving it and flicking it, his eyes intent upon Elizabeth's face as she flushed and writhed with the stimulation. Unable to take it any longer, Gerard sat up suddenly, leaving Elizabeth feeling bereft. She attempted to catch her breath as she watched him peel his clothes off, obviously eager to get back to touching her. She admired the broadness of his shoulders, the golden hue of his skin. A smattering of black hair covered his chest, running down his belly and into his breeches. Her eyes widened as he pushed his pants down his legs and his erection sprang forward. "That will never fit," she said immediately, uneasy because it seemed rather large. She blushed furiously as Gerard laughed at her. "It won't!" she argued, pouting as he laughed harder. "Trust me, dear one," he assured her, pushing her down gently and positioning himself between her thighs. "It will fit." Gerard used a hand to guide his cock to her entrance, rubbing it over her juices and eliciting heated moans. "This will hurt a little," he warned, leaning down and resting his hand against her cheek. "I will try to be gentle, but I want you so badly it will be hard." Elizabeth took a deep breath, looking Gerard in the eye and feeling her heart skip at the adoration she saw there. "I'm ready," she breathed, placing her arms around his neck to steel herself. Gerard pushed forward, the head of his shaft spreading her apart ever so slightly. He paused at Elizabeth's sharp intake of breath. "Does it hurt badly, darling?" he asked, fighting the urge to bury himself inside her heat. "A little," she admitted, wincing at the burning sensation radiating from her sex. "I will go slowly," Gerard said, bending down to place a kiss on her pink lips. She responded ardently, her hot tongue pushing past his lips and into his mouth. Startled, but immensely aroused, Gerard kissed her with urgency, his hips pushing forward another inch. "Oh," Elizabeth groaned as she was stretched around him. "Alright, sweetheart," Gerard murmured, brushing her hair out of her face. His shaft was pressing against the thin membrane that marked her purity. "I'll have to do this quickly, otherwise it will hurt even more." With that he surged into her, breaking the tissue and causing Elizabeth to cry out in pain. Tears sprang to her azure eyes, and she bit her lip as she willed the pain to subside. "Shh, darling," Gerard said, stilling himself and allowing her to acclimate to him. "The worst is over, it will feel good from now on. I promise." Elizabeth nodded, the discomfort already fading as she began to feel full. "It does not hurt anymore," she said, smiling softly up at Gerard. "Thank God," Gerard replied, leaning down to kiss her once more as his hips began a steady rhythm between her legs. She was so tight and warm, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was ready to finish. Wanting Elizabeth feel good as well, he reached between them and rubbed his thumb against the small button of nerves he knew would push her over the edge. "Oh, Gerard," Elizabeth whimpered, the tension in her quim becoming almost unbearable. Rising to meet his every thrust, she felt the tension begin to release violently. "Gerard, it's happening again!" she cried, grasping his arms as she closed her eyes against the intense pleasure. Gerard smiled darkly, amused by her reference to the previous night's escapade. He gritted his teeth as she clenched around him, drawing him further into her warmth. Thrusting wildly, he let loose a growl as he emptied himself deep inside her. Collapsing on top of her, his body racked with the tremors of his orgasm, he found her lips and kissed her lovingly. Elizabeth wrapped her arms tightly around him, able to feel the thud of his heart at this close proximity. Gerard summoned the strength to push off of her, rising on his arms to look down at the little minx who had stolen his heart. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Elizabeth Winshaw," he said, the earnestness of his expression nearly taking Elizabeth's breath away. "You are?" she asked, unable to believe that Gerard felt that strongly about her. "Yes," he answered, rolling off her and pulling her along with him so that she was nestled against his side. "I can't get enough of you." Elizabeth frowned, her small hand resting over his heart and her thoughts whirring in her head. Do I feel the same way? she wondered, examining her feelings for this man. She knew that the sight of him melted her; the sound of his voice thrilled her; and the way he teased her and defended her touched her to the core. Gerard stole a glance at Elizabeth, noting the frown that marred her beautiful features. His heart faltered. "It is alright if you don't feel the same way," he said quickly, the hurt that flashed across his face not unnoticed by Elizabeth. "I just wanted you to know how I felt." He started to sit up. Elizabeth reached up to stop him, pulling at him so he was forced to look back at her. "I do feel the same way," she said, relieved when he broke into a wide smile. "You do?" he asked, echoing her words. Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, I do," she said, tugging him down toward her as she raised her mouth for a kiss. It began sweetly, but quickly boiled over into a heated tangle of limbs. Gerard broke away, grinning at her moan of discontent. "Do not mistake me, dear one," he panted, stroking her face. "I would make love to you all day in this barn if I could, but if I don't return you to your parents within the hour they will have my hide, and rightly so." Elizabeth sighed, seeing the reason in his words. "They are probably worried sick already," she said, allowing Gerard to help her stand. Walking over to pick up her shift and gown, she added, "They may have your hide yet." Gerard chuckled as he dressed. "I'm sure all will be well once they realize it was unsafe for you to travel in last night's storm." Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his mouth against her neck. "But I must say, I've never been more thankful for a storm in my life." Elizabeth sank back against him, pausing in the buttoning of her dress. "I am thankful for barns, myself," she said, causing Gerard to laugh heartily. After saddling up Lucifer, Gerard helped Elizabeth mount before jumping astride the other horse. "Allow me to escort you home, my lady," he said gallantly, bowing his head. Elizabeth giggled. "As you wish, kind sir," she replied, and she couldn't stop smiling as they left the barn and headed for Syresham. \* As they approached the Winshaws' house, Elizabeth spied her mother peeking through the kitchen window. The panicked look on the older woman's face unsettled Elizabeth; something was wrong, she could feel it. "Where have you been, young lady?" Mr. Winshaw strode out of the barn, his features stormy and angrier than Elizabeth had ever seen. He marched over to Lucifer, and grabbing his daughter by the hand, attempted to pull her roughly off the horse. "Papa!" Elizabeth cried, startled by her father's out-of-character actions. "Sir, if you will allow me to explain," Gerard began, hoping to temper the situation before it got any worse. Mr. Winshaw let go of Elizabeth's wrist and rounded on him. "I will speak to you about this shortly, boy," he snarled. "Get off that horse, Elizabeth, now!" Elizabeth shot a look of trepidation at Gerard and complied with her father's demand. "Father, please, I know you must be angry because I did not come home last night..." she started. "Your brother was in an accident," Mr. Winshaw growled, the look in his eyes mutinous. Elizabeth felt the color drain from her face as her heart seemed to come to a stop within her chest. "What?" she whispered, her shaking hand rising to clasp at her throat. "The storm scared the horses and they ran off the road," her father continued, finally looking away from Elizabeth and pacing in front of her. "And you were not there! You know he's too young to fully control those beasts!" he shouted, wheeling around and pointing an accusing finger at her. "Papa, I..." Elizabeth said, unable to form a coherent thought. Her mind was racing -- this is all my fault, she thought, horrified. What have I done? "Sir," Gerard said quietly. Elizabeth's head jerked up; she had forgotten he was still there. "Is Teddy alright?" Mr. Winshaw stared up at him, his jaw clenching. "He has a broken arm and some bruises," he ground out. "Had to ride out in the middle of the night fetch a doctor, the good Lord knows that cost a fair amount." Tears spilled from Elizabeth's eyes as she went to her father. She grasped for his hand, clutching it to her. "Papa," she sobbed, "oh Papa, I will never forgive myself!" Mr. Winshaw studied his daughter's face, seemingly unmoved by her open weeping. "Where were you last night, Elizabeth?" he asked quietly. "She stayed at my house, sir," Gerard answered for her. "My mother invited her for dinner, and I could not allow her to make her way home in that storm." He dismounted and approached the man carefully, not wanting to upset him further. "Please, sir, no blame lies with Elizabeth. This was entirely my fault. I am the one who convinced her to allow Teddy to travel alone." Mr. Winshaw nodded, taking his hand from Elizabeth's and moving closer to Gerard so they were standing face to face. Though he was several inches taller, Gerard had never felt more intimidated. "You are not to see my daughter again, do you understand me?" Mr. Winshaw said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Not waiting for Gerard to respond, he added, "Get off my property." He then turned and strode back into the house, not looking back. Gerard stood silently, feeling as though a heavy weight had settled permanently in his stomach. He waited until the front door was shut before he advanced toward the sobbing Elizabeth. "Darling, please," he said, his voice cracking with the emotion he was trying with difficulty to keep at bay. "I am so sorry for all this." Elizabeth whirled around, slapping Gerard soundly across the face. "Look what you have done!" she screeched, ignoring the look of shock on Gerard's face. "You have been nothing but trouble since I met you!" Gerard winced at the hateful words. "You are upset, Elizabeth, and rightly so," he murmured, trying to touch her cheek. She slapped it away. "You heard my father," she muttered, wiping the tears from her face and making an effort to look stern. "Leave here." Gerard took a step forward, his heart wrenching as she stepped back and away from him. "Please," he begged, his voice plaintive. "Elizabeth, do you really want me to leave? I love you!" Elizabeth looked Gerard squarely in the eye. "I do not ever want to see you again," she said. "Please, just go." She turned from him then, and walked toward the house. Gerard watched her, feeling her each step away from him as though she were kicking him in the gut. Unable to gather the courage to chase after her, he mounted Lucifer and, trailing the other horse behind him, galloped back to his mother and aunt. \* Elizabeth choked back her sobs as she walked towards the house, listening to Gerard ride out of her life. It's for the best, her mind reasoned. He would only cause more trouble if he stayed. But the tears would not stop. Once she was inside the house, she sank down in one of the kitchen chairs and laid her head in her arms. She continued to cry, her shoulders shaking with the force of her misery. She had been a fool to be so easily charmed by Gerard St. Claire. All it took was a smile, and she had allowed him to talk her into sending Teddy home alone. A kiss, and she stayed the night with him in a barn. Elizabeth cried harder as she remembered their tryst, hating herself for longing to feel his caress even now. She simply could not allow him to be in her life, not when she had very nearly lost her brother because of it. Standing and wiping her tears on the sleeve of her gown, she walked up the stairs and knocked on Theodore's door. "Come in," Mrs. Winshaw's voice called out weakly. Intense guilt swept over Elizabeth when she saw how small Teddy looked, lying unconscious in his bed with his arm in a sling. Their mother was sitting beside him on a short wooden stool, stroking his hair and looking at Elizabeth worriedly. "I am so sorry for what happened to him, Mama," Elizabeth said faintly, afraid to have her mother lash out at her. She had already withstood her father's anger; she didn't know if she could take another blow. "Why did you let him go off alone, Lizzie?" Mrs. Winshaw asked softly, her eyes searching her daughter's. "It was stupid of me, Mama," Elizabeth said, looking at her feet as her face heated with shame. Wiping angrily at the tears that stung her eyelids, she continued, "I allowed Mr. St. Claire to convince me it was alright, and..." Not able to continue, she simply met her mother's gaze and stood in the doorway. Mrs. Winshaw stood and walked quickly toward Elizabeth, enveloping her in her arms and hugging her tightly. "Yes, it was stupid, dear girl," she admonished, holding Elizabeth at arm's length. "Your father and I were worried sick when you two didn't return!" Elizabeth nodded, her voice failing her. "Your father went out to look for you," Mrs. Winshaw went on. "He came upon the accident." Her voice cracked, her emotion evident in her tone. "We thought you had both... been killed." Elizabeth nodded again, angry at herself for causing so much pain to her family. "I do not know what to say, Mama," she croaked. "When he didn't find you, we thought you had been kidnapped, or had disappeared," Mrs. Winshaw whispered, pulling Elizabeth close to her once again. "I am just so thankful you are both safe now." Elizabeth clung to her mother, crying into her comforting shoulder. "I will make things right again, Mama," she swore, sniffling. And I will start by forgetting Gerard St. Claire, she promised herself silently. \* "Gerard?" Henry stuck his head into the dim hallway, having heard a noise. "Is that you, young master?" Gerard removed his coat and hung it in the closet. "Yes, Henry," he replied, raising his head to look at the butler. "Where is Mother?" Henry was startled by the look of immense sadness in his master's eyes. He hadn't seen such sadness since the death of the elder Mr. St. Claire. "She is upstairs," he said. "Shall I call her down for you, sir?" Gerard shook his head. "No, Henry, thank you," he said, turning and starting up the steep stairs. During the climb, Gerard tried to gather his thoughts. It was as though a vise was clamped around his insides; Elizabeth's dismissal echoed in his head as the image of her distraught face seared his brain. His hand gripped the railing as he pushed his ebony hair out of his face. Every muscle in his body was tensed. He made up his mind what he was going to say to his mother. Knocking on her door, he didn't bother to wait for a response before he opened it. "Gerard!" Mrs. St. Claire said, startled. She was sitting at the writing desk, the pen poised above a piece of paper. "Where have you been, young man?" "You are right, Mother," Gerard said abruptly, not in the mood to listen to one of her lectures. "It is time to return to London." Mrs. St. Claire's eyebrows rose, indicating her surprise at his sudden change of mind. "What about... that girl?" she asked, watching her son closely. "It has become evident to me that she and I were not meant for each other," Gerard replied stoically, not wanting to show the agony he felt as he heard the words exit his mouth. His mother didn't miss the struggle in his eyes; she knew he was not telling her the entire truth. She chose not to pry. "Alright, son," she said, turning back to her letter. "We can leave tomorrow, if you would like." Gerard turned to stalk out of the room. "The sooner the better," he said over his shoulder, leaving his mother to wonder at the depression that had stolen over her son so completely.

literotica

Desolation: The Vanguard Chapter I Delilah walked down the hall, each footstep making the ground shake a little bit, the light fixtures swaying overhead. It wasn't that she was in a bad mood, or that the hallway had been poorly constructed, far from it. She was absolutely delighted, as her workload was going to lessen quite a bit. After having spent several years as the lone pilot for Vanguard Lancer Division 112 Research and Development had finally managed to discover how to install the required implants in someone who wasn't already a half-ton killing machine. And machine was about the right term, even with muscle fibers made of bio-organic mythril, she still required servomotors in her joints to move them. Her bones were heavy, a form of spell-enhanced rhenium diboride alloy grafted onto them to in order to support the heavy ordinance she used to carry. Close to six and a half feet tall, Delilah had weighed a touch under 200 pounds before her conversion from human paladin to cannon-carrying cyborg. Her size had remained the same, but she now weighed in at three quarters of a ton. Each motion she made was always accompanied by the faint whine of her motorized joints. Through years upon years of experience, she could move just as easily as a normal human being, and despite the fears of others she wouldn't powder the bone of any hand that she shook. She could, but she had the fine control not to. Delilah looked down at herself, a blend of science and sorcery that had been created for one purpose: destruction. She enjoyed her job a great deal; she was one of the few individuals fully capable of repelling a full-scale demonic incursion force butt-naked. Though that had only happened twice. Truth be told she felt more at home on the battlefield than anywhere else. She preferred her powered armor to her mythrilized silk clothing. The mystical metal had been formed into threads, woven with four silk fibers to add its legendary strength and durability to the fabric. It was the only thing that Delilah could wear without tearing it apart after a handful of uses. The force of the friction generated by her arm against her side, for example, was immense. She had reluctantly given up pants as well, since the grinding sound of metal on metal when she walked normally was quite annoying. She preferred the heavy powered armor as its own sounds of movement made her own seem silent and the kinetic dampeners (veins started to throb in the techs' heads if you called them force-fields) meant that she didn't have to walk on eggshells while wearing the stuff. She suspected that it was so that any passerby would think her just another normal paladin at first glance. But only at the first glance. Delilah's flesh was not her own, every natural bit of herself had been purged one day long ago in preparation for her use as a cyborg. Typical flesh would not stand up being surrounded by what was essentially ultralight steel. Three months spent in an unconscious state in a vat of positively charged deimoplasm had transformed her flesh and bone into the supernatural equivalent. Delilah worried, on occasion, that the darkness of the demon essence, despite its being purified, had warped and corrupted her. She ran her tongue over the worrying points in her mouth. They weren't uncomfortable, but they were unfamiliar. And also typically one of the first signs of demonic corruption; it made Delilah shudder to think about a dark, twisted, and sinister creature with the amount of power she wielded. She could stand toe-to-toe with nearly anything the supernatural invaders could offer as it was. Infused with the dark energies of the netherworld she would become nearly unstoppable. She clutched her dog tags, running her thumb over the familiar sword, star, and spear symbol that represented her faction. The action brought her comfort, for her skin did not sear with pain as she pressed it against the celestial steel. She was still one of the righteous. It worried her now more than ever, for not only was she one of humanity's greatest weapons against the black tides of Hell, but she was the pilot of another; the Lillith. Much like herself it was a combination of living flesh, the latest in cybernetics and nanotechnology, all powering aspects of demonology and necromancy. The sheer number of forces coming together in one creation were astounding. Delilah had become the Lillith's pilot not from any great piloting skill, but because of the thirteen warriors chosen to become the Vanguard Crown she was the only one that still lived. Still lived and was not demonically corrupted, anyway. Tanks were expensive, hard to fuel, took years to train a talented crew, and in the wrong circumstances were torn apart like tissue paper. Powered armor troopers were the most effective against the hordes, able to carry heavy weaponry, but still have maneuverability. Cybernetic troopers had been around since even before the bombs fell and the dimensions were breeched. Most Vanguard cyborgs were men and women who had lost limbs in battle, mechanized prosthetics stronger and more useful than the flesh they were meant to replace. A few brave or foolish individuals volunteered to willing become elite units, putting their lives in the hands of scientists, surgeons, and technicians, becoming reborn as mechanized individual infantry. Delilah had been one of those volunteers. Her ancestors had lived safe below the earth for one hundred years, tucked away and hidden from all the world beneath an entire mountain. There had been peace and prosperity there; it had been a paradise where no one suffered hunger or thirst, illness, disease, or the heartbreak of demonic taint. Delilah herself had lost three little sisters to the darkness; their innocent spirits housed in increasingly demonic flesh, until they could not stem the flow of evil anymore and accepted their destinies as creatures of the night. Unlike the Vanguard, her tribe had not euthanized the corrupted to save their souls, believing that there might be hope, they had just let each one walk off into the night, never knowing if they became heroes or horrors. Sometimes she thought a bullet in the head might have been more merciful for the new demons and their former families. Despite her transformation from mortal to half-demon (some called the creatures of positive energy Angels, but Delilah knew they could be just as cold, wicked, and cruel as their dark kin) she had still kept her tattoos; her traditional tribal markings and her celebrations of noteworthy kills. As well as a handful that she had just liked the look of. She knew that her commanders at the Vanguard disapproved of them, so she had not added any more since her transformation, but the flames, skulls, and demonic visages still remained, forever coloring her pale white skin. Delilah let out a soft sigh as her fingers went from one object of comfort around her neck to the other. Two lines around her neck with many straight lines between them, repeating the same string of letters over and over again, MDCXCI; a way of remembering where her clan's home had once been without saying its now hated name. She dared not even bring the number to mind, for fear of drawing the attention of the horrors that resided there. The Lance had finally succeeded in creating a second generation of the Crown, though they were not individually powerful as Delilah was, they didn't need to be. Their deimomechs would be able to carry and house the firepower. Delilah was an obsolete model, the last of a wasted effort. The Lillith could carry far more firepower than she ever could, and it had the advantage of being little more than a machine. Care had been taken to make sure that it could never operate on its own, never become a demon, or become possessed by one. Programs, charms, wards, seals, every system of control known to man prevented the thing from moving on its own. Delilah arrived at her destination. With a contented sigh she entered her room, flopping down upon her bed. The mattress wriggled and roiled beneath her from the impact, a flexible high impact plastic coating around a large amount of mercury. Delilah's mass would crush springs, permanently compress foam, and reduce just about any other piece of furniture to a snapped and twisted wreck. This and her chair in the dining hall, constructed of parts from a hydraulic press, where the only two places in the building where she felt comfortable. Truthfully she didn't need to eat, drink, sleep, or even breathe; magical sigils drawn upon her very bones drew upon the energy she needed to keep on living. But going through the day to day operations that normal men and women needed kept Delilah grounded, kept reminding her that beneath all the technology, sorcery, and vat-grown demonhide there was still a human soul in there. Somewhere. Her gaze drifted to one wall, where she had placed her tribal gear on a framework to display it, to remind her of where she came from. The last of her tribe, though not the last branch of her people, the demons within that black, vile hive sought her people out, abducted them, and twisted them into more demons for their ever-expanding horde. The hive demons had a special affinity for her people, a mere touch was enough to start the inevitable cascade of corruption that would consume one of them, mind, body, and soul. Delilah had seen the process more times than she wanted to remember. The final time she had witnessed it the most detailed and terrible. She watched her mother ram her sword into one, the monster's purple-black 'blood' flowing up the blade, onto her mother's arms, darkening her skin, taking root, transforming mortal flesh into shaped deimoplasm. Demons were not flesh and blood creatures. They were spiritual and mystical manifestations, their bodies made up of a single, mutable substance that could be shaped into a variety of functions. What held them together, bound to the mortal plane, was a small, fingernail sized gem housed somewhere within their body. They could easily move it around, never keeping it in the same place twice. You could kill a demon by blowing it apart, by severing the connection between body and soul gem; removed from deimoplasm, the spirit within fled back to the netherworld with the next rise of the sun, leaving behind an item of magical power. You could draw upon that power to preserve demonic flesh, as Delilah had. She had crafted her armor from the skin of the monsters she had killed in that final battle, enraged by the loss of her mother. Her one regret was that she was never able to lay her mother's spirit to rest, Dara forever damned to nest within that wicked hive as some sort of brood-monster. Next to the armor was a shield of the same, a dagger made from a massive claw, and a makeshift serrated sword crafted from a leg bone, leather strips, and the fangs and claws of many demons. Her eyes went from the armor upon the wall to the plain stainless steel ring upon her right ring finger, given to all those in her tribe who could call upon magical energy and remain pure, able to become paladins. Delilah never understood the workings of magic, there were so many conflicting theories, some with four elements, some with five, six, eight, nine, or even more. Some of these energies came from the planet, others from realms beyond Earth. Paladins were able to call upon what was often called positive, light, or holy mana, anathema to the demons, and yet compatible and similar in some cases. She could remember the rush that filled her when she called on it; the feeling of peace, perfection, and bliss. She missed it; missed the uplifting surge within her spirit that lifted her up from the drudgery of the world for a few brief moments, fueled its way into her weapon, sliced open monsters, and left her slipping in the deimoplasmic blood. Though the spirit was willing the flesh was... Well... there wasn't any flesh left to channel the energy. Though technology could utilize and channel the mana, it could not call upon it as mortal flesh could. Demons could draw upon their elemental power, but they had limited amounts of it. The energy they spent was also their own life force. It could be restored with a few days rest, but Delilah never had that luxury. She had been sent to settlement after settlement, fighting demons day after day, week after week, month after month. Her cybernetic flesh never tired, but each time she called upon her power it made her more and more weary in the spirit. She had to stop, or else she would have killed herself. Or worse, left herself a soulless, empty shell. The spirit of the woman who had been Delilah Demonbane passing on into the next life, while her body remained behind. Six of the thirteen members of the Crown had burned themselves out. They had continued for years afterward, but eventually they would drop their weapons in battle, and welcome oblivion. Before the Lillith project, Delilah had undergone counseling several times by orders of her commanders; she had become listless, introverted, anxious. It seemed to be merely delaying the inevitable, the feelings always returned, with ever more logic behind them. Even with the Lillith, Delilah wanted to leave. Once she had the first six pilots fully trained, she would don her old armor (which had been proclaimed heretical, and Delilah forbidden from wearing it, for fear of a potential corrupting influence with the number of soulstones used to keep it together, even if it took no wear upon her three-quarter ton body) and walk out into the wastes; tirelessly battling the demonic threat without needing to tend to human matters. A further three of the Crown had similarly wandered off, tales still told of their exploits, but lost to the Vanguard. The specialized equipment to house her used up resources that could be better spent elsewhere. The food she ate could likely feed six other soldiers, or three times that many starving wastelanders. And then there were the signs of impending corruption. They had been subtle at first, but Delilah had recognized them immediately. Three weeks later they were becoming so noticeable that she actively had to take measures to hide them. Making sure to not open her mouth wide enough for people to see her fangs, wearing her already non-regulation hair (since there wasn't anything that could reliably and painlessly cut it with any precision) down over her ears, and of course wearing her tabard over her usual clothing. The demon sigils upon her alabaster skin stood out through the pure white-silver of her dress, the dark markings easily seen through the garment. Delilah tended to attract stares, she was only normal at first glance. Her bloodline had been tainted by demonic manipulation, leaving them open to lust, desire, to sexual corruption. They had encouraged her ancestors to couple amorously with anyone and everyone they could, man or woman. The holy sacrament of marriage had been unheard of; they had been altered to birth litters instead of individual children and had been changed to have the number of breasts needed to feed their entire brood at once. The wasteland had been particularly cruel to Delilah's family. The demonic interference with their genome had left it fragile, easily warped by radiation of both the mundane and magical nature. Rather than the two normal humans sported, or the four her ancestors had, Delilah had six breasts. Having never been pregnant, they had never been particularly noticeable, the middle and lower pairs needing no support, and easily hidden with bandages. But the reason she had been singled out of the other 3 viable individuals still active within the Crown was because of them. Deimomech pilots had to be female and had to have Paladin abilities. She never mentioned that hers had faded away, vanished with a lack of use, or that she was no longer pure enough to use them. Delilah had almost forgotten about them, until one day she tried to draw on them, and found that she didn't remember how. Another week, two at the most, and then she could leave. She could stop pretending to be one of them and just do what she was meant to do, kill demons. No one ever tried to befriend her. The high failure rate for cybernetic conversion, the long odds of surviving battle, both meant that it was a bad idea to get close. But six years of being a near-indestructible killing machine behind her, Delilah still had no friends. Despite being a hero, she was an outsider. She was demon-tainted from birth, a mutant, and a tribal. She hadn't been raised in the confines of a Vault, where most of the Vanguard lived. She was an ignorant savage in their eyes. Her transformation hadn't helped that. It merely added half-demon and machine onto the list. People saw her as a thing, not as a person, a human-shaped piece of ordnance to be stored away when not in use. Delilah sighed softly and stood, walking to her door and locking it before she dared undress. Old fashioned hooks and clasps held her garment closed, the style an ancient one, dating back to Asia hundreds, maybe thousands of years prior. It slid to the floor in a heap. She checked the mirror once more, hoping against hope that the marks had vanished, but they hadn't. The inverted star surrounded by a jagged aura on her belly, the eight markings looking like fangs biting down upon each of her six nipples. The cyborg turned her head away from her reflection. She was supposed to report any signs of corruption immediately, but the next few days would mean the difference between having a fully trained anti-demon fighting force, and a bunch of sitting ducks. Once her replacements were trained, Delilah could simply walk out into the wastes, find a demon hive, and find peace destroying it. Or the next one. Or the next. She wished that she had something to look forward to, some hope, something redeeming in her life. But all she had was slaughter, the laying to waste of demons before her, for as long as she lived. Which could be a very long time; some of the first mortals converted to demons still lived. Demons themselves had an unlimited lifespan. Constant fighting forever was all the future seemed to hold. Was this what it was like to be a demon? Emotionless, cold, empty inside, nothing but the comforts of physical sensation to drive you? Rage, Lust, Gluttony, and Greed, the driving forces behind nearly all demonic attacks? If they truly felt like Delilah she could easily see Envy as being a driving force. If she had been given the opportunity to live her life over again, she would still chose to take the path of the cyborg. She had saved lives, saved hundreds, maybe thousands from a fate worse then death. What else could she ever have accomplished in this bleak, brutal world? Her hands rested upon her swollen belly, she had always known she would never have children. She had lost her entire family to demonic corruption, seeing them become horrors before her very eyes. The Stephanite Hive would hunt all who bore its blood to the ends of the Earth, desiring to welcome them to its fold. Even if the stinger of a demonic scorpion had not stolen away her ability to have children in a battle long ago, Delilah knew in her mind that she would never have had them. Like her mother, who had lost three daughters to the darkness, she to would have to witness her children stolen by the night. She would not bring children into the world in the end, but more demons. Even if the acidic venom had not burned away her ovaries, even if all the demons vanished overnight, Delilah would be unable to carry a child to term. The only thing she could possibly breed with would be a demon. Even if she carried them the instinctive, muscular contractions of her birth canal would crush the life out of anything she would could attempt to birth. So it was fitting that the chamber made for creating life, a useless compartment upon a killing machine, carried instead more machine parts, as did each of her six breasts. It seemed to be almost some sort of pun based on silicon, a component of computer parts, and silicone, which had been used in breast implants. She wasn't quite sure what they were made of, but her body housed the core operational components of the Lillith, which was why all the pilots had to be female. The ports along her spine that had been used to bear loads in order to help her carry heavy weaponry and tie into her internal targeting system now served as linking ports that connected her to her mech. Her pale skin flushed and shamed tears trickled down her cheeks. They could have altered her further, added a new pair of ports just above her pelvis. But no, one of the designers of the Lillith must've been a perverse little creep, since the main control linkage to the deimomech ran right up the existing opening to her womb. They probably viewed it as something cold and clinical, two compatible cable couplings interfacing. Likely Delilah was just over thinking this, the designers had like thought of herself and her mech as two machines networking into one. Not a woman being fucked deliciously every time she defended the base, or exterminated a demon nest. For the first time Delilah found a part of herself wanting to be a demon: to experience mindless carnal pleasure, to be able to give and receive it without any moral or spiritual consequence. She looked back into the mirror, at her markings, telling everyone that a demon laid claim to her belly and bosom. The Lillith had claimed her as its own. She had taken every opportunity that she could to experience life within the cybernetic demon-creature, its senses becoming her own. Her shame turned to anger, her hand reaching down to grip the segmented, metallic protrusion from the base of her spine. They had installed it so that Delilah would have a sensory analog to the Lillith's tail. They could've placed the link to the primary computer core there. But they hadn't. They'd crafted her body and the Lillith so that it would fuck her every time she piloted it, and with all the cushioning fluid within the pilot's chamber, who would notice her own natural lubrication? No wonder she always felt ecstatic while piloting the thing, with its senses overwhelming her own, it could violate her all it liked without repercussion. A pure maiden could tame a demon; keep it under her control, but a tarnished, combat-weary murder-machine who had forgotten how to draw upon her paladin powers? Easily corruptible. The Lance techs had developed a remote control module for the Lillith, it wouldn't allow access to the heavy weapons or the graceful, feline movement the deimomech had with a fully linked pilot, but it would be enough to save lives during an ambush, where the five minutes it took Delilah to run across the base and get fully integrated were critical. She had resisted having it installed, not wanting the deimomech to have even the slightest potential for autonomy. It could be installed immediately; Delilah would never need to slip inside the Lillith again. Delilah laid down upon her bed, pulling the covers over herself. They were synthetic fiber, in no way enhanced, but rather than wash them, the sheets and blankets were just recycled back into the material fabricator again. Delilah could tear them up all she wanted and it wouldn't matter. She closed her eyes, connecting to the base's internal network and wrote a memo to the tech crew that she had changed her mind, and to install the communications module on the Lillith immediately. Business concluded, Delilah set the timer to turn off her conscious functions in 30 seconds. She could send herself into whatever stage of sleep she desired. She always used the most restful state she could get without having dreams. Her dreams always hurt her. They were either hideous nightmares that made her wake up in fear, something she hadn't actually felt in years, or were so wonderful that she never wanted to wake up from them. People had died in the past because Delilah had refused to leave her imaginary family. She had mental images of them in her mind. It was stupid, Nita had been the first to be stolen, when they were six, Mei-Ling had followed into the night at seven, and finally Yuriko when they were twelve. She wished that the memories of her dreams could be stored in the mechanical components of her consciousness, so she could delete the mocking dream-memories from her mind. Demons had taken her family. She had no kin. She would never have kin. Everyone she had ever loved was dead, in one way or another. Holding onto the images of her sisters grown up, happy, smiling, all they did was hurt her. They weren't real. They were programming bugs in the Vanguard's greatest weapon. Thankfully the timer ticked down to zero, ending Delilah's thoughts on her imaginary family as she drifted into an empty, dreamless slumber. -o- Alarm blazing in her ears, Delilah awoke halfway to the Lillith's bunker, her body responding on instinct, training, and programming before she was fully conscious. The scant few seconds it took for the cyborg to come out of her sleep cycle could cost lives. She had wrapped her blanket around herself as a makeshift toga and was running at full speed down the hallway. Her potential corruption no longer mattered, she had a job to do, and she would do it to the best of her ability, no matter the cost to herself for this one act. She leapt down through the center of the stairwell, the stairs leading down to the old railway tunnel were twisted, warped, and broken down in places anyway. A terrible battle had taken place here when demons overran the outposts surrounding them and snuck in during the dead of night through the railway tunnels. After the battle, they'd planted explosives that collapsed the tunnel on both sides, the concussive force had wrecked the stairs leading down, but to someone who didn't need stairs switching wings of the base via the station tunnel was still the best way to get from the residence halls to the front line bunkers. Delilah soared over the pit in the middle, landed on the other side, and with another leap found herself in the stairs that lead to Bunkers Six and Seven. Bunker Seven housed the deimomechs, Six had been an auxiliary armory, until a saboteur had blown it up. It was still partially radioactive, and superstitious Vanguard troops told ghost stories centered around the place. After a few cases of radiation sickness from couples sneaking up there to make out, all the doors had been welded shut. Delilah had un-welded two of them, the one leading from the stairwell to the Bunker Six locker room, and the one leading from the locker room to that shared laundry room between it and Bunker Seven's lockers. Bunker Seven had its weaponry moved to other bunkers, as it was unknown if the radiation from Bunker Six would creep over. It hadn't, but the area had been given over to the deimomech project, which was a better ward to keeping people away than welded doors and signs warning of radiation. The lockers in the middle of the room had been removed, precisely for the reason that Delilah's all out run clocked in at a good 40 miles per hour, and 1500 pounds of cyborg at that speed meant a good load of destruction for anything that was in the way. Like the lockers had once been. They'd replaced the locker room door with a curtain for the same reason, the cloth gave way and billowed outward, the metal door simply broke. The familiar red-black-gold form of the Lillith filled Delilah's vision; she always left the deimomech curled up in a sleeping position right outside. She pulled herself up on one of the skeletal wings, making her way to the pilot's alcove concealed between the beast's shoulders, letting her now tattered blanket fall away from her body. She slipped her hand beneath the black, segmented armor plates, applying just the right amount of pressure to trigger its release. Only a cyborg could apply the precise amount of force for the precise amount of time, down to four decimal points. The plates telescoped back, revealing the place where the creature's spine split, providing an opening for Delilah to slip down into the mech's very center, where she would be optimally armored and protected from harm. She gripped the bar that had been fastened to the underside of the armored plate, jumping inside, closing the way after her. It was always warm and humid within the deimomech, as she was essentially slipping inside a living creature. Demonic flesh closed the passage behind her, sealing the cyborg into a small, ovoid chamber with little more than a chair-shaped 'growth' of the beast's flesh. Delilah settled into the familiar shape, the warmth and smoothness of the deimomech's skin against her own. A small gap in the chair had been designed for her tail, the metallic, foot-long length slithering in and being gripped by muscles and mechanics alike. The cyborg's sense of touch began to fade away as her tail was linked to the beast's own. She slipped her hands and feet into the pockets provided, wincing at the sticky wetness within. With her realization of what exactly the primary computer link between her and the creature was, the restraints that held Delilah in place took on a new meaning. She let out a small, pained gasp as the six inch long spikes that allowed her to control the creature drove themselves into her, the linkage always hurt, despite the Helm's insistence that they didn't, it was supposed to be psychosomatic pain, an imagined sensation of having six six-inch spikes rammed into one's body. Four small tendrils snaked out from the chair, their connections slipping into the slot upon the back and sides of her neck. The chamber had already begun to fill with fluid, up to Delilah's waist as her senses began to dull completely as her mind began to process the Lillith's instead. The Lillith opened its eyes, not fully awakened yet, but its small, bestial amount of consciousness stirring, the instincts that allowed the pilot to move the creature so easily coming to the forefront. Then there was the connection, pilot and mech uniting. Delilah felt the primary link connection as a faint pressure on her own form, and a tiny, almost imperceptible moment from the Lillith's senses. Connected full to its 'brain' within Delilah's womb, the quadrupedal deimomech hopped to its four feet, opening its seven eyes. It processed the visual data, sent it to the cybernetic portion of Delilah's brain, which processed it in a way that wouldn't overwhelm the organic vision center of her mind. The resulting image was far crisper, cleaner, and more detailed than what Delilah's own eyes offered. All its senses were so much keener, and it had more of them. Radar, sonar, thermal imaging, ways of detecting surges of magical energy, all complex devices that couldn't properly fit onto a human-sized cyborg. The Lillith had been crafted from the parts of a number of slain demonic creatures, fused by sorcery into a single creature. That Frankenstein-ian conglomeration of demon parts had altered shape and size, making the Lillith its own creature. Most of the body had come from a fearsome dragon; Delilah had taken that down with a shot from a 30mm cannon, bestial demons tended to keep their soul gems in their heads, not bright enough to put them elsewhere. That had given the final creature six limb mounting points, an elongated neck, and a powerful tail. The creature's wings had been ruined, and the Lillith couldn't fly using them, but jet engines were mounted along the creature's sides to increase its leaping capabilities. The tops of the wings struts housed small missiles and were designed to project a mono-molecular field between them, working well as blades and also for gliding, extending the mech's leaps even further. Its limbs had been taken from one of the Vanguard's summoned guardians once its spirit returned to its own plain. The massive celestial lion's clawed, powerful limbs served the Lillith well, able to run at speeds over one hundred miles per hour, and provided the housing for monomolecular claws. A fearsome three-headed canine had provided a portion of the upper chest and shoulders, with the canine's destroyed heads replaced by those of saber-toothed lion demons, enchanted to become larger than they got normally. The Lillith was a mix of feline grace, draconic power, reptilian fluidity, and a prime example of the sheer force that the largest demons could provide. Atop the hardened demonhide had been placed shaped plates of armor, interlocking and rooted deep in adamantine bones; not quite as sturdy as Delilah's, but the magical alloy was far easier to produce. Adding to the demon's armament were a pair of 50 caliber guns mounted on the tail, along with a camera for vision on all sides, also allowing for precision targeting. Flamethrowers had been mounted in the mouths of each head, and laser cannons adorned its shoulders. The creature's primary weapons, however, were the twin 30mm cannons that Delilah herself had once carried into battle. These, however, were not the breech-loaders she had used for most of her career, but the automatic fire cannons she had used a handful of times when things were truly dire. Still, they were weapons she had been familiar with and knew how to aim. The bunker's roof had retracted just enough to allow the Lillith to leap out into the open air, its red hide, black armor, and golden armaments gleaming beneath the wasteland sun. It spun on its haunches, launching from the rocky outcropping to where a monstrous giant, flames writhing about its body, raised a sword, beckoning the horde of lesser demons onward. Seeking to take the Vanguard complex, to feast on the flesh of those inside, it led them to corrupt any it could find within to bolster the numbers of brood-creatures back at the hive. Small arms fire and the occasional laser blast held the smaller members of the demonic army at bay, creating piles of bodies that defined the edge of the battlefield. The soulstones of weaker demons were fragile; an impact to their center of mass would send ripples through the barely held together slime that comprised their physical bodies. Delilah didn't worry about them; it was the second wave of larger demons that would actually be dangerous. The Lillith spread its wings, firing off its cache of missiles. They streaked towards the lines where the demons were held in reserve, impacting within their ranks, sending demon blood and chunks splattering over a wide area from the concussive force. The twin miniguns upon the deimomech's tail whirred as the barrels began to spin, shortly followed by the stuttering sound of perfectly controlled fire. Each demon in sight got three hollow tipped bullets, one in the head, two in the chest. It would either destroy their soulstones, or force them to spend several minutes regenerating from just a single limb. Delilah pounced, firing up the jet engines that propelled the mech at incredible speeds, though just for a moment, allowing her to further accelerate her pounce, slamming into the third line of demons. The mech tilted its wings, spinning sideways in the air, the centripetal force spinning the long, heavy tail at incredible forces. The serrated scutes on the sides cut a vicious swath through the demonic army. Now came the dangerous part. Able to see through the smoke and dust her attacks had caused, Delilah opened fire with the 30mm cannons, crippling the 39 elite soldiers that stood before the 13 commanders who surrounded the demonic general. The local hive always sent the same number of officers, the only thing that changed was the growing tides of the lesser demons that came with each assault. The Fire Hills Hive had stripped the area bare of settlements, all the people living in a 5 mile radius of the hive had been driven off, killed, converted, or sent into hiding at any one of a dozen Vanguard outposts. There were just too many for an assault upon the demon stronghold. Lesser Fire Hills demons were little more than beasts, no sentience to them, they flung themselves forward in suicidal charges that choked the hallways, trapping Vanguard warriors within. Even with the power the Lillith sported, it could not level mountains. The volley of explosive shells had taken down most of the elites and a few of the commanders. The Lillith's three heads roared and unleashed thick clouds of blue-green flame. Though demons were resistant to fire, for the most part, adding blessed copper salts to the fuel mixture completely nullified the effect. Demons were strong, smart, and numerous, though an individual demon or demon type was almost always a matter of two out of three. The Fire Hills Hive were as dumb as bricks. They had one strategy, swarming, and if that didn't work, they merely waited to replenish their numbers and attacked in the same fashion. They seemed entirely set in their ways, thinking of weapons of war as swords and longbows, rather than long range artillery, plasma and laser weapons, and a giant cybernetic demon that dwarfed all but their largest creatures. Even the demon general was a lightweight compared to the Lillith, while the giant stood half again as tall as the mech, the Lillith's longer body made it a great deal bigger. The giant demon roared in anger, charging forward with its flaming sword held high. Delilah fired three bursts of 30mm shells, head, heart, and groin. The pained demon slumped over, its charge halted while Delilah dealt with its guardians. The Lillith's wings flared, glowing softly as the monomolecular fields turned back on. Tail and claws lashing out, three saber-fanged mouths, wings with a blade the width of an atom, all lashing out and tearing apart the demons. As the giant rose, the Lillith pounced, digging the claws of its forelegs into the creature's thick hide, the powerful bites of three head clamping down on chest, neck, and shoulder, the forces literally tearing the demon in half. Soaked in red-orange blood, the Lillith threw its heads back and roared in triumph, tail lashing out to strike smaller demons as they fled. Take out the biggest demon, and you ended the siege. With something the size of the Lillith able to bypass having to slog through the lesser hordes, it was much easier to take out the big nasty. -o- Delilah felt incredible, so wondrously alive as she relished her victory. She loved the sensations of the Lillith's body. It was huge and heavy, but it was supposed to be, Delilah, on the other hand, was heavy, but not huge, an incredible amount of weight packed onto a comparatively small frame. It felt so much more natural to be inside the deimomech than walking around on her own, and the thought sort of frightened her. She was perfectly capable of residing within the mech forever, she needed nothing save for the energies that were already provided within her. Delilah was the Lillith's brain and she increasingly felt like it. Each time she parted from the deimomech, she felt more and more lost, like parts of her were missing, and phantom tickles abounded in their absence. The mech darted off, running a scouting perimeter, to assure that a second army was not hiding out somewhere. After fifteen minutes the only magical energies she found were the usual scavenging, magically mutated creatures that always roamed the wastes, and the individual demons returning to their nest. The Lillith let out a disgusted snort and slowly made its way back to the bunker. Delilah had nothing more to do for the day, as her cybernetic students would all be required on the walls, just in case of another demonic attack. The draconic feline mech slunk back into the bunker, curling up as it had before at its place just before the locker room. Delilah let out a soft sigh as the interface connecting her to the great creature withdrew. The pilot chamber was drained of fluid, leaving the cyborg to climb out. No one would see the demonic markings upon her body, thankfully. The pink-purple substance was mostly opaque, and would cover her body quite well. The staff had also quickly learned not to gawk, stare, or even look in the general direction of Delilah, as that could be interpreted as gawking or staring. She had made quite clear early on that such behavior would be rewarded by and expertly flung ball of slime to the face. It took Delilah a good ten minutes to wash it off her body; she could only imagine how long it would take someone who couldn't stand the two hundred degree, high pressure spray that she underwent. Though the most time consuming part was working it out of her hair. Delilah let herself drift off, relaxing under the hot spray. The near boiling water wasn't even close to the temperature needed to actually cause slight discomfort. Though she would prefer something a few hundred degrees warmer, hot water was the easiest thing available. She just concentrated on the warm water, the relaxing spatter against her bare skin. She remained there for quite some time, not wanting to check her internal chronometer. But her shower came to an end when she heard a soft mewing sound. Delilah turned off the spray, listening for the sound again, wanting to follow it back to its source. Someone's cat had probably gotten lost, or a stray wandered in from the wastes. "Here kitty," Delilah called, "Here kitty, kitty, are you lost?" She continued to look for the sound, rather puzzled as it didn't seem to change in volume and she couldn't pinpoint which direction it came from. It was a soft, quiet cry, like a kitten looking for its mother. The cyborg looked all around the locker room for the cat, but found herself unable to find it with her normal senses. She sighed and activated her cybernetic sensors and monitoring gear. The soft mewl came again, but her audio receptors picked up nothing. She wasn't hearing the sound. It bypassed her ears, appearing somehow within her head. Delilah could feel a faint presence, an echo of something familiar. She pulled on one of the loose sleeves bathrobes provided for her and stepped out into the bunker. She'd been in the locker room for hours, the lights were all off, the techs gone to bed for the night. It wasn't a good idea to work with demonic magics during the night time, things tended to be a bit more random when darkness reigned. Delilah stepped through the curtain and was immediately pressed against the wall by an unknown attacker. Likely a slime demon, it was massive, heavy, and wet and... The soft mews had been replaced by a gentle purr; a massive snout nuzzled Delilah ever so gently. The remote control module, it must've been installed within the Lillith while she was in the shower. Delilah mentally followed the sound, felt the familiar sense of the deimomech, though dulled, and there was something new. The Lillith had emotions, feelings; it had been frightened, unable to move, unable to see, crying out for the creature it thought of as its mother. Or perhaps the feelings had always been there, and it had never been able to communicate them. Drawing upon what little she recalled of her paladin training, she probed the creature's mind and spirit as best she could. It was soft, warm, welcoming, letting Delilah explore freely. There was nothing dark or sinister within the creature, mentally it was nothing more than a kitten, a kitten that thought of her as its mommy. Delilah patted the three massive snouts before her, climbing up atop the central one and taking a seat upon the Lillith's central neck, rubbing the feline behind the ears, making the creature's purr grow louder. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, hugging the giant beast, "I didn't know." One of the heads turned, its rough, feline tongue sliding over Delilah's entire body. It gently plucked her from the other neck, placing her between its forepaws. The mech curled around her in it normal shutdown position. "Okay," she said softly, "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep." The mech rumbled softly, a physical purr rather than a mental one. Delilah envisioned the creature as a tiny kitten in her arms, running her fingertips over its heads and back, rubbing between its wings. She remained with the mech curled around her for quite some time before she felt its senses go offline, its systems shutting down as it went into a slumber. The remote link meant that it couldn't turn itself on, but either a diagnostic program to confirm it worked had activated the Lillith during installation, or Delilah herself had subconsciously activated the creature. She slowly climb from the deimomech's clutches and returned to her room, positioning the scraps over her robe to cover herself so that the markings upon her body didn't show. Few people were up and about at this late hour, especially along the route Delilah took back to her room, the same way she had come up. She knew now that she wouldn't leave, she had piloted the Lillith for months now, it had bonded with her. Giving the mech to another pilot would be abandoning the creature. Likely it wouldn't understand. Delilah had only just locked the door when the strange sensations started. Caresses upon her back and shoulder that made her gasp, the sensations like that of a deep, wonderful massage, the kind that had been impossible to get since her transformation. She felt three rough tongues licking at her neck, apparently the connection worked both ways. She could manipulate the Lillith's senses, and the deimomech could do the same with her own. Delilah could turn off the link, let the mech sleep, and then sleep as well. But the intense, pleasurable sensation at the delicious backrub felt too nice to banish. The cyborg tossed aside her ragged robe and lay down upon the bed, letting the overgrown kitten work her sensory data. It worked out all the tension in her metallic muscles, which gave off soft pops as stiff knots finally gave way. It worked over her body, easing the tension that had built up within Delilah over the years, she let out soft moans as the demon mentally rubbed and caressed her. Delilah's eyes widened at a sudden realization. If it were merely sensory over-ride the knots wouldn't be actually working themselves out of her muscles. She rolled onto her back and reached out, finding some faint resistance to the air. There was a soft shimmer, and a faintly translucent image of the Lillith could be seen, about the size of Delilah herself. This image of the deimomech was bereft of armor and mechanical additions. The proportions were a little different as well; the heads and paws looked a bit bigger, those of a creature in its youth, close to adulthood but not quite there yet. It was an astral form; the Lillith showing it was a being able to part the soul from the body. With training, some people could learn to do it, but as a demon was little more than matter shaped according to the power of the soul, Delilah had only heard of rare attacks by intangible demons. "Ok," she said, petting the barely visible creature, "You can stay, just don't make an... mmm...." The demon had settled down atop Delilah, licking at her breasts with its three tongues. "No!" she scolded, breaking herself out of her momentary lapse, "Don't do... oooh..." the three headed beast had taken a nipple into each of its three mouths and began to suckle. "That's not... not..." Delilah protested, "It's not right!" But it felt oh so good. "H-have you been doing this when I was linked up with you?" Delilah asked, the beast gave her no reply, but she knew that must be the case. The Lillith had indeed claimed her belly and breasts as its own property. But that would mean... Delilah let out a soft moan as something penetrated her, deliciously warm and solid despite the creature's ethereal nature. To call the deimomech the Lillith seemed wrong to Delilah now, it wasn't a tank or a ship to be piloted, but a living, thinking, feeling creature. Lillith wasn't its designation, but its name. A part of Delilah protested, screaming to the cyborg that she was being raped by a demon in her own bed. That part was beaten, bound, and stuffed into a closet by the tag team of Delilah's sexual frustration and her lust. It wasn't rape when your body and spirit had longed for such a thing for years, knowing that no mortal creature would ever be able to grant this pleasure. And Delilah greatly preferred the gentle, playful Lillith to any of the other demons she had met, even the supposed angels summoned by some of the Vanguard Gauntlet. The demon's central head left her breast, and turned, planting a bestial kiss upon Delilah's lips, its forked tongue probing gently for entry. The warrior opened her lips, allowing the demon's tongue entrance, and she met it with her own. She wrapped her arms around the demon, pulling it tightly against her. Her eyes filled with tears, knowing what she was doing was wrong. She was willingly consorting with a demon. Even though it was a Vanguard creation, she should've fought Lillith off, reported the deimomech's abilities and behavior to her superiors. But she was just so lonely and Lillith loved her. The demon cared for her enough to do what it could to relieve her tension, to finally burst the building bubble of need that had been growing in Delilah for years. "I don't care if you corrupt me," she whispered, "I know you'd never do anything to hurt me." She wrapped her legs around Lillith's midsection, forcing the demon's cock as deep into her as it could go. "I'm yours," the cyborg said softly, "And you're mine." Delilah felt something give way inside her, a tired old barrier finally coming down, crashing to the ground. She cried out in shock and bliss, for her climax shortly followed the fall of the psychic wall within her. An incredible heat surged up within her, filling her womb and radiating outward from there. She knew what it was; she had seen the process occur in friends, family, and colleagues. She no longer had to fear becoming a demon, for in a few moments she would become one. And Delilah welcomed it.

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Title: Fursonae X Machina: Episode 2 - First Blood by Klesk Vadrigaar Tags: Bat, F/F, Fox, Hybrid, M/F, Oral, Sci-Fi, Violence, Vixen WARNING: This fic is rated NC-17 for scenes of a M/F and F/F sexual nature between morphs that involves blood play as well as scenes containing a considerable amount of violence and gore. While that sentence alone is probably enough incentive for you to read on regardless of whether or not you're of the legal age to do so just consider yourself warned. NOTES: So after an no holds barred beginning I now provide you with the second instalment. This one primarily focuses on introducing us to the rest of the main cast so for all of you that were blown away by the exploits of Sharon and Jason in the first episode, I'll just come out and admit they don't have quite as big a role in this one (don't worry they'll be back in due course). As always please remember that the contents and characters in this fic are Copyright Klesk Vadrigaar 2005. Comments and feedback to [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Okay kids, let's continue... Fursonae X Machina Episode 2 : First Blood Written by Klesk Vadrigaar May 15th \-7:31 a.m.- Sharon slowly awakened from peaceful dreams with an long forgotten feeling of satisfaction radiating through her body. She momentarily considered turning over and trying to go back to sleep again but then sensed something was seriously amiss. Her clock wasn't playing, meaning she'd somehow managed to awaken before it went off and the pleasingly familiar scent of morphs who'd been mating for a long time was filling her nostrils. Opening her eyes Sharon found her head situated in Jason's lap and her nose pointed inwards towards the most personal part of his groin. She sighed happily as she inhaled, savouring the wonderful musky smell before letting her eyes drift upwards to be greeted with his warm smile beaming down at her. "Good morning Sharon." he said as he stroked her radiant pink hair. "Mmmm, morning gorgeous." she ran a paw up and down his chest, feeling the taut abs. "Sleep well?" "After last night, you know I did." Jase shifted position as she sat up beside him. "I think we've both set a new personal record for the shortest amount of time taken to get someone into bed." Sharon giggled "Well when I know I've got something good then all precautions can pretty much go and hang." she leant over and kissed him lightly on the muzzle "Besides as I said last night we've learned more than enough about each other on our first assignment. I didn't need a lot of romantic nights out and ludicrous amounts of heart to heart jabbering to figure out we're compatible. Some things in life are just instantaneously clear." "I'm glad, and I want to let you know I feel the same way." Jase kissed her back. "Mmmm, you're even sweeter when you're awake." He wrapped an arm around pulling her closer to him while his other paw moved up to cup and fondle one of her generously large tits. Sharon mrrred softly as he traced around the areola then gently pinched the nipple, making it hard. "You're quite fond of my breasts aren't you?". "I can't help it, they're so big and soft and warm and beautiful." his tongue swept out and licked the tempting nipple "And delicious and inviting and, well you get the idea." he said. Sharon nuzzled him lovingly, she was very proud of her endowments and loved it whenever anyone complimented her on them. "I do indeed." She manoeuvred her muzzle across his chest and mimicked the action on his own nipple "And I think you taste just as good." The duo engaged in a little game whereupon one would lick and taste the other's body before stopping and allowing them to try and go one better on them. They kept this up for quite some time, their tails lovingly wrapping around each other. Unfortunately the increasing intimacy was all too abruptly shattered by the sudden cacophony of morning chatter from the alarm clock. Sharon groaned under her breath as the annoying blabber of breakfast shows filled the room, reminding the pair that time and the world do not stop for new found love. Jase withdrew his mouth from where he'd been suckling her and looked up. "Your wake-up call?" Sharon said nothing and simply brought her fist down on the clock, bludgeoning it back into silence. "Sorry, I have to have it set to do that otherwise I'd sleep till noon." She let a slight grin cross her lips "Course that's usually because I don't have a cute fox to help guide me back to wakefulness." "Hey, I do what I can." Jase said as he got up. "I assume another shower is in order?" Sharon grinned "You're getting better at this already. Go ahead and get the water hot, I'll join you shortly." Jase strode off while Sharon switched the alarm function to inactive mode (she'd had the thing custom fitted with an adamantium shell just so it could continually take such punishment each morning) before getting up and following him. --- Jase turned the water on full and just let himself get drenched while contemplating the unexpected bend his life had taken. \*Never would've seen this coming, not in a million years. To think after all my experimentation with other series I'd fall head over heels for a vixen.\* He squirted some shampoo into his paws from the dispenser rack and began lathering his hair up. \*Can't say I'm not ecstatic about it though.\* His thought process was brought to a sudden halt when a pair of blue paws wrapped around his midsection and a very familiar muzzle buried itself in the nape of his neck. "You know we don't have to stop what we were doing just because of the change in location." Sharon cooed softly. "As tempting as that sounds there is the little matter if us needing to be at work soon." He turned around to see her smiling seductively at him. "Then we'll just have to coordinate this so we can be satisfied and get clean at the same time." She reached over to the shower's holo-panel and pumped up the sonic generator (a device designed to loosen dirt and grime from fur via ultra-sonic waves) and added some cleansing vapour to the water. She then turned the two of them 90 degrees so her back was against the dispenser rack. "Okay now you just focus on lathering and rinsing the two of us while I work on brightening your day. Oh and enjoy yourself while you at it." Jason attempted to ask what she meant by that but was interrupted by the vixen dropping to her knees and beginning to lick his balls and sheath. Jase's initial surprise was replaced with a mixture of amusement and coital glow as he felt himself growing hard under her ministrations. Squirting more shampoo out he began to work it into her long pink hair all the while trying not to moan too loudly as his tool slid out from its organic locker. "My you certainly are quick to respond to my touch." Sharon commented as one paw reached up to fondle the hardening maleness while her tongue continued to swab over his ball sac. "Fast reactions are good for a man." Jase just nodded in response as he took a liberal amount of conditioner and began rubbing it all over himself and then repeating the action on the vixen beneath him. "Th-thanks, I take it you have the same the affection for my cock as I do your breasts?" Sharon smiled and ran the tip of her nose against the shaft's underside. "Well you heaped such laudatory praise on them I think it's only right I return the favour." She tenderly licked the hot flesh. "I love how it smells, how it tastes, the way the skin is so smooth and soft. It feels so good in my mouth, in my pussy, up my ass, everywhere really." She moved down and nuzzled his balls again. "And then there's the matter of these wonderful things underneath or have I said enough?" "You've...you've made your point." Jase gasped as she swallowed him again and began to suck, coaxing more moans out of the fox. Sharon snaked her tongue down Jase's cock before wrapping it around and squeezing which only served to add to the bliss clouding his mind. \*Deus what does she have in her mouth? A boa constrictor?\* Jason held onto the dispenser rack while Sharon continued to suckle until the shampoo suds running down her face started tickling her nose. "Alright enough of that. Rinse my hair off Jase, I've got another idea." The vixen said pulling her mouth off. Jason almost cried when she ceased her ministrations but duly detached the shower head and began to rinse the shampoo off. "I hope you don't mind my asking but how do you keep your hair so long and lovely?" he asked. "Lots of time, effort and painstaking grooming. No magical means here." She laughed. "Now I need some of the body lotion." She reached up and Jason squirted it into her paw. "Perfect, now hold on like you were before and relax, this'll feel great." She leaned back and lathered up her breasts, keeping her movements slow and sensual just to tease him, before placing his penis in the valley between them and smooshing together. Jase had to stifle a yip as he felt his tool being engulfed in the vast mounds of warm mammary flesh. "There, now we're both getting what we like." She smiled up at him. "Look down please, I want you to see me getting a facial this time." she began rubbing her tits up and down his rod watching in contentment as his face dissolved into a look of being on top of the world with the stars in easy reach. His eyes were shut tight enough you could bounce a coin off the skin of the lids while his tongue hung from the side of a mouth that was smiling wide enough to accommodate a whole loaf of bread with enough room left over for a small jar of honey on both ends. \*He is just sooooo cute.\* Sharon licked the head of his cock as he began to buck his hips against her strokes. "That's it boy, fuck my tits nice and good." She leaned in close and opened her mouth so his cock went up into it every time he pushed forward. As many times as she'd done this in the past, this particular time still felt special to Sharon, something which she found strange but knew it was to be expected. Here she was kneeling before the most handsome fox she'd ever met, sucking him off like she'd done with countless others yet she knew that this time wasn't going to be some kind of mandatory goodbye wind-down. This was going to be something she'd do many times with Jase and on every occasion it would be because she wanted to. She could've just woken up and gone straight to work, he'd be right there supporting her. She could stop what she was doing at any time, he'd never think any less of her. Hell, she could outright just say that she needed some time alone and leave (something she quietly swore she was NEVER going to do) he'd still try to be a good friend. Jase would never demand anything of her, never try to hurt her, he had only her best interests at heart and knowing that filled her with the burning desire to make him the happiest specimen of the canid series ever. "Ahhh...Sharon...ahhh...I'm getting close Sharon." The vixen grinned as inspiration struck again. She reached out and snatched the shower head off him. Bringing it over his cock she thumbed it to massage mode so Jase suddenly found his sensitive cock head being bombarded by high powered jets of scented water. "How's this feel gorgeous?" she asked. "Oh Deus incredible! Oooohhh ahhhhh I can't hold out much longer!!" "I know, I don't last long myself when I use this on my clit." A dreamy look came over her face at the memory. "Oh fuck...ergh.. I'm...I'm coming!! AGGGGHHHH!" Sharon leaned back and sighed in utter contentment as thick ropes of fox seed splashed against her face and on her breasts. She felt so satisfied with herself at what she'd done. True it did seem a little weird feeling satisfaction even though she hadn't done anything to herself but she wasn't complaining. For once all that mattered to her was that she'd shown Jason how much he meant to her. As the fox in question tapered off she looked up at his face, euphoria etched all over it, and couldn't help shedding a tear of joy. "So feel ready to start the day now?" "Sharon, with you at my side I feel like I can keep going for miles." He knelt and hugged her. "I must confess I've had my fair share of romances over the years but you're the first vixen I've ever fallen for." Sharon felt another tear escape from her eye as she wrapped her arms around the fox. "While I can't say the same in terms of how many foxes have bedded me, you're the only one who's accomplished the near-impossible task of making me want to do everything for you without any desire for my own needs." She kissed him on the muzzle. "And I mean that with every hair on my body. I don't care what time of day it is, breakfast, lunch, target practice, work, or play, if your cock needs a warm hole or you'd just like some nice big tits to rest your head on you need only to ask. I'll do absolutely anything you want." Her eyes betrayed nothing but sincerity to her words. "While that sounds like a dream come true Sharon I'm not a particularly demanding guy. What you did just now is more than sufficient." Sharon grinned "The best part is we've still got enough time left over to dress and grab breakfast." --- * 9:41 a.m.- As Sharon waited for Jason to finish up with Callista (he was due for some system upgrades but hadn't had time to get them done before being transferred) her mind was focused on what exactly the future would bring. No doubt their dealings yesterday with the underworld would warrant further investigation but after seeing all those bizarre flesh guns with the removed finger bones inside could she handle anything weirder? \*Well that is kinda what your job entails.\* She nodded slowly and steadied herself. She was an agent, one of the best, and it would take a lot more than that to freak her out. Sharon resided in this confirmation as the doors to the maintenance bay slid open and Jase walked out with Callista hot on his heels. "Remember that won't allow you to stay underwater indefinitely. The most you can hope for right now is about 45 minutes tops then you'll either have to surface for air or grow gills. Also the optical strengtheners have difficulty focusing on anything over two feet away so forget about spying on your next door neighbours, well at least not for prolonged periods." Jason let a smile grace his muzzle "If I didn't know better I'd say you didn't quite trust me." "I've seen far too many cases of cyber-burn out from agents overusing their new hardware and I've got more than enough problems to keep me busy right now thank you!" she chirped. As if on cue the slow soothing voice of Pericles echoed from behind the door. \-Dr. Wren, I'm afraid the new hardware still isn't accepting your program adjustments, I think it is best that we start over again from scratch.- "Well do keep trying, I'm not installing them until they're operating at 95% or above." \-You are aware that current reports state that anything over 92% might as well be wishing for the impossible?- The eternally patient computer replied. "Of course dear and that's why I exist. Because nobody else has the sheer drive to prove them wrong!" the canary beamed proudly. Jase just rolled his eyes and ran a paw through his hair "Right, well I'm going back to the land of the rational now and grabbing some coffee." "Okay, meet me outside Cyan's office, she'll probably have more info on yesterday's findings." Sharon said. "Sounds good to me." Jase kissed her on the paw and walked off much to Callista's intrigue and expectancy. "Dear me Sharon, it's been less than 48 hours since you two met yet that fox is acting like you got him a government reprieve from paying taxes and then went out and won the lottery for him. What exactly did you do yesterday?" She asked. Sharon simply gave the bird a look of surprise which then faded into a knowing smile. "Sorry, I'll bonk myself for that no-brainer." Callista said slapping herself with a wing. --- * 10:00 a.m.- Cyan sat in her office with a look of severe concern muddying her features, her eyes scanning over another one of the orga-guns. Pericles watched her silently from his interface terminal as she turned it over and over again in her paws as if trying to memorise every little groove and vein on it. Her meditative trance was soon broken by the door whooshing open and two exceptionally cheerful looking vulpins entering her domain. "Good morning commander." Jase saluted smartly as he and Sharon seated themselves. "Jase while your politeness and respect are appreciated, I prefer to keep things informal around here. Just call me Cyan." She smiled. "Of course, force of habit." Jase said. Cyan briefly returned to contemplating the pistol in her paws before setting it down and turning to face the agents. "Right, now I'm sure you're both wondering what the follow up is on yesterday's momentous discovery." She said "Well when someone feels the need to hit me with 30+ guards, a plasma turret and a Waldorf drone I'd assume they must be hiding something big." Sharon said wearily as she rubbed a paw over the scarred part of her thigh. \-Indeed and according to what the lab reports say the punishment your endured was well warranted.- Pericles stated solemnly. "So what are we dealing with here?" Jase asked "And what exactly are those...things?" Sharon queried pointing at the fleshy weapon. Cyan merely held her paw in the air and silenced them both. "I'll pass on all the information we have so far, just as soon as everyone concerned is here." "Everyone? Who else needs to know about," Sharon began but stopped when the door swished open and in walked a small and incredibly cute cheetah bunny. "Hi, sorry I'm late." she said in a gentle voice. "Not a problem Valerie, we're just getting started anyway." Cyan assured as Sharon lit up at the sight of a familiar face. "VALERIE! By Deus how've you been bunny girl? I was getting worried we weren't going to see you again!" She exclaimed leaping up and hugging the hybrid. "I've been on temporary transfer, helping the New Jersey branch apprehend some post-modernist painters who were murdering homeless bums and then using their internal organs to manufacture their own brand of paint." She shrugged "Their excuse was that it yielded colours you can't get with normal chemicals." Sharon grimaced slightly at the thought while Jase just looked lost. "Errmm, may I ask to be introduced?" he said finally. "Of course, Val this is Jason Dermont, the newest member of our family here. Jase this is Valerie Piersen, another one of our still ripening agents and an exceptionally gifted forensic scientist." Cyan said. "Very nice to meet you." Valerie beamed as she and Jase shook paws. "Right, now getting back to you question Sharon. This thing, this orga-gun as I believe it's been termed is precisely what it looks to be: a fully functional, semi-automatic, ballistic weapon made entirely out of flesh and bone." Valerie picked the gun up off the desk and examined it as Cyan continued. "From what we can tell it's made from natural materials, we as yet don't know where from, which are nourished and maintained by some sort of time delayed nutrient solution which is dissolved in deoxygenated blood and supplied via an organic pump." Noting that both Sharon and Jason were wearing expressions that signalled she was about to lose them, Cyan decided to simplify her explanation "It's basically like a normal circulation system only it just goes back and forth like a yo-yo along one major artery and vein." "But why would anyone want to create such a monstrosity?" Sharon asked. "I mean it's hideous, unsuitable for most types of combat," "And there's not a single metal or synthetics detector on Neo-Terra that could pick it up. Smuggling this through quarantine would be a breeze." Valerie finished for her. \-Precisely. Any assassin worth their salt would find these an absolute deussend. They're impossible to trace, easy to conceal and once you've finished with one it is a simple matter of shutting the pump off and allowing it to rot away as nature intended.- Pericles calmly explained. Sharon closed her eyes and shuddered, not liking what she was hearing one bit. Valerie meanwhile had removed the clip and was studying the ammo intently. "Very clever." She disclosed. "What's that?" Jase enquired. "These bones, they're split at the ends and encased in plasma capsules. That would provide more than enough speed and punching power to make up for what would otherwise constitute a miniscule calibre." She mused. "Indeed" Cyan said examining one of the reports on her desk. "The research team tried firing a few of these, apparently they can go through a standard craft fuselage like a laser beam through tofu." "Will our suits be able to withstand that?" Jason asked a tad concerned. "Assuming you don't get hit from point blank range yes." Cyan assured. The three agents looked relieved. "Well as fascinating as all that was, what are we going to do about it?" Sharon asked. "Right now High Command is more interested in where these are coming from and who's buying them so I'm going to divide this into two parts. Sharon, Jason," she said turning to regard the two "According to Intel that warehouse was being used by a restaurant called 'The Fillet of Soul'" . It's part of a chain that supposedly offers the best in modern aquatic cuisine and coolest in new age Jazz." Cyan made a face as she read out what was on the tablet. \*Slogan could do with a lot of work.\* Sharon thought "Anyway, here's the address" Cyan handed her the tablet "I want you two to go stake it out and find out what's going on, you're permitted to make arrests and bug the place as well if you have to." "Anything else?" Sharon asked "Yes if you have time, let me know if the food is any good. Dax and I are due for a little romantic night out soon and for the life of me I can't think of anywhere to go." "We'll do our best, Cyan" Jase said nodding in reverence. The squirrel couldn't help but smile at how polite and respectful he was. "As for you, Valerie." she turned to face the felapin "We've traced the transport that delivered those guns and discovered that it also stopped off at a abandoned morgue in Brooklyn." "No small shortage of coincidences then." The cheetah bunny replied cynically. "Yes we suspect that's where they're getting some kind of raw material necessary to make the weapons. It's not much but at least it's a start. You're one of the best forensic experts we have so I want you to check it out and see what you can find." "I'll get on it right away." The felapin started to gather up her things. \-That isn't all Agent Piersen.- Pericles cut in. -After thoroughly reviewing yesterday's incident both with Cyan and the other Terran Network A.I.s, it is our unanimous decision that a slight alteration be made to provide you with some more adequate protection.- "How so?" Valerie enquired. Cyan slid another data tablet over to her. "I'm assigning Kryssa to work with you." The felapin's response was to simply sit there dumbfounded with surprise. Sharon did an perfect imitation and then found the wind to speak. "Cyan, do-do you really think the situation is that serious?" "Neither I nor the mekaniks are taking any chances. If yesterday proved anything it's that we're dealing with the standard hard boiled, unfeeling psychotics who think they're above all forms of the law. I want to make sure all of you make it back in one piece." The squirrel stated firmly. \-And the Network does not wish to see you go the same way as the Mobile Infantry on Klendathu either.- Pericles said. Valerie shook the surprise off and took a quick breath. "Then so be it I guess, has Krys been informed yet?" "No, it was kind of a snap decision. I'll leave it to you to tell her." Cyan narrowed her eyes and grinned slightly "I'm sure you know where to find her." "Of course, I'll get on it right away." the bunny straightened the hem of her custom skirted suit and gathered up her things before darting out of the office as quick as she could. "I'd better go get ready as well" Jase stood up "For now I bid both of you good ladies adieu!" He bowed respectfully and walked out, leaving the vixen and the squirrel to chuckle over his little performance. "So how are you finding working with him so far?" Cyan asked. Sharon murred seductively "Well, let me put it this way." She slowly got up from her seat before sashaying around the desk and leaning down so her face was level with Cyan's. She allowed a brief pause before moving in and kissing the squirrel with as much passion as she could muster. The move caught Cyan off guard and she nearly fell out of her chair. She attempted to open her muzzle in protest but Sharon quickly saw to that by sliding her tongue in and sensually probing the inside of her mouth. This went on for quite a while until Sharon remembered her commander needed to breathe and broke the kiss. "Can you accept that as my answer?". "I...I guess." Cyan finally got out "Although you know a simple 'thank you' would have sufficed." Sharon grinned and nuzzled her commander. "You know I'm too affectionate for that." "So I've gathered. Well I'm glad to see I made the right choice. Perhaps now you'd care to further show your gratitude by going out and delivering another one of your exemplary performances?" "At once." Sharon hugged the squirrel tightly and then walked out of the room, leaving a rather unsettled Cyan. "Was that the reaction you were expecting?" she asked Pericles. \-Indeed, this is turning out even better than we anticipated. Those two should get on just fine.- The computer remarked before signing off. --- \-10:45 a.m.- After a brief pit stop at the cafeteria to load up on caffeine and pastries, Sharon and Jason made their way back to the parking lot. "So I take it you showed Cyan your thankfulness for being partnered with me?" The fox enquired knowingly. "With as much energy as I could muster." Sharon beamed "I must say, for a straight, married woman she sure doesn't put up much resistance to female advances." "She probably knows you won't take no for an answer in that regard." the fox chuckled. "Although there is one aspect of that meeting I didn't quite understand." "And what would that be?" "Well when Cyan announced who was going to be accompanying Valerie, the two of you acted like it was an omen of the second apocalypse. Who, may I ask, is this Kryssa that's got you two in such a tiff?" Jase gave her a look typical of those who feel they've been left in the dark on a crucial matter. "Oh, well Kryssa Valhorren is a 29 year-old vampire bat that was assigned here around six years ago. She's earned a somewhat legendary status around here due to a rather unusual ability." Sharon explained. "Which is?" "Her pain threshold, apparently it knows no limit. She can sustain injuries that would kill a normal morph and keep going like nothing was wrong. I don't know how she does it but the girl's tougher than nails and twice as sharp. Just as well really because she seems to attract danger no matter where she strides and she's rumoured to be one of the most aggressive and violently inclined morphs around." Sharon shivered "To be frank after seeing her in the ER once or twice I really don't think there's much doubt about the matter. Anyway as a result of this she's usually sent out on the extremely hazardous missions, ones that only she could stand any hopes of succeeding at. So as you can deduce, the Network must expect this to be one hell of a nasty job." "In that case should I be concerned for your rabbit friend? She seemed so nice." Jase asked. "Nah, don't worry about Bunny girl, she may be still learning the ropes but she's got an unconquerable spirit. An assignment like this is exactly what she needs to break through that final barrier that's preventing her from becoming a great agent and she knows it." Sharon glanced down at the bottom of the grav-shaft. "I'd be more concerned on how Kryssa's going to react to having to chaperone someone around. In all the time I've worked here not once has that bat ever requested assistance." "A loner huh? I never understood how anyone could want to do this job on their own and risk a serious mental breakdown from the stress or a complete loss of feeling for anything living." Sharon shrugged as they stepped out of the shaft "We all have our reasons, some do it because they love the glory, others because they find it more rewarding to accomplish things unaided, I did it because I wanted to cement my reputation as a self-sufficient female." "Regardless it doesn't help when you need a second opinion on something." Sharron turned to find Jason standing behind his craft staring forlornly into the open trunk "Like should I take the shotgun with me or the plasma rifle?" he moaned looking hopelessly at his partner. Sharon tutted playfully and went to help the chronically indecisive fox. --- * Meanwhile - Valerie stood nervously in another grav-shaft as she descended to the C.S.F. company gym in the basement, the place that was pretty much Kryssa's home away from home whenever she wasn't out on assignment. The rabbit fidgeted as her eyes remained glued to the digital screen reading off the floor numbers as they passed by. Half of her couldn't wait to reach her destination, the other half hoping she never did. \*And the best part is you can't blame any of it on first time jitters. \* Though this was indeed Val's first high-risk mission that wasn't what was worrying her. She was more than capable of getting into the thick of things and fighting to keep the peace (\*ha ha\*) and if there were to be some fatalities or bloodshed well she'd been trained to deal with that too. No what was bothering her was Kryssa. It seemed like ever since the bunny had first laid eyes on her (ironically while medics were trying to save one of the bat's own which had been gouged out) she'd harboured a serious crush on her. She'd never admitted it because Kryssa wasn't what one would call social and Valerie had found with practice she could usually keep her feelings under control, feeding them with the occasional long daydreaming stare at the bat as she suited up to go out on another one of her one woman bloodbaths or ate lunch by herself in the cafeteria. \*Well looks like it's time to confront the object of your affection and tell her how you feel....yeah and maybe if I word it nicely she'll just tie my ears around my neck and strangle me to death instead of bleeding me dry. \* Valerie silently wondered if this was a deliberate set-up on either Cyan's or the Network computers' part to get her to come out of the closet (yeah she'd never admitted to being gay either, though she may have unknowingly dropped a multitude of hints). A few minutes later the grav-lift reached the designated floor and Valerie cautiously stepped out, not sure if she should stride into the gym with confidence or put on the appearance of insecurity and not being totally sure of what she was doing. Being a agent-in-training, and a rather lousy actress to boot, either one would look equally unconvincing. Finally she decided to just transverse through the doorway with slow, careful precision, almost as if she were crossing thin ice. Inside the gym was standard fare: the latest chart hits being blasted at an insidiously loud volume and several morphs attempting the balancing act of leaning over to carry on a conversation with the morph next to them while trying to stay on the machine they were using. Moving quickly past the rows of cycles, treadmills, rowing simulators and the like, Valerie at last found herself in the weights area. Gazing over the current occupants, which included a giraffe, a bear and a seriously buffed up tiger who appeared to be trying to lift an impressive sized barbell with his teeth (!), the bunny at last located who she was looking for, and stopped dead. Kryssa was clinging to a bar suspended above the floor, dressed only in a black sports bra and a pair of tight fitting shorts. She had an impressive set of weights attached to her ankles and was slowly doing a combination of a chin-up and a body crunch, her face screwed up in concentration. Valerie just stood there and gaped, if she thought Kryssa looked pretty but dangerous before then she was quickly approaching siren quality now. Every time the bat brought her legs up Val could see every intrinsic detail of her well developed abs stand out, each muscle flexing and moving harmoniously with the others under her fur. Her movements were slow and graceful, no indication of pain or stress. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat which only served to accentuate how much of a perfectly sculpted specimen she truly was. \*By the Deus is she beautiful!\* Valerie continued to watch unaware that her mouth was hanging open and she was starting to drool. \*Oh Kryssa, Kryssa, Kryssa\* She repeated over and over again, the name itself sounding as sweet as heaven. Eventually the reason why she was there surfaced again and she broke off the daydream. \*Okay keep cool. Remember don't let fear get the better of you. Fear can dominate but it can also be dominated. I will face it and push it down. I am stronger than my fear and I will not surrender to it.\* Unconsciously she began slowly advancing forward again as she repeated the exercise to calm herself. \*I will face it and push it down. I am stronger than my fea - \* "Geez girl, look out!!" Some morph from behind her yelled. Val snapped back to reality and found that she'd been so preoccupied with readying herself for confrontation she inadvertently had almost wandered underneath the bat. Alerted by the noise, Kryssa stopped herself mid-crunch and then promptly let go of the bar and crashed onto the floor as Val jolted back out of the way. \*Oh great! Brilliant way to make a first impression girl!\* the hybrid rebuked herself. "I...I...I'm so terribly sorry, are you alright?" Valerie knelt down with trepidation and extended a helping paw. She was rewarded by the bat grabbing her arm and violently dragging her to the ground so that the two of them were lying face to face. Val felt her voice freeze in her throat as a feeling of excitement ran through her which was then replaced with abject terror at where she was. From this point she was less than ten inches from the woman of her dreams, a woman who also had racked up the highest body count in the history of the C.S.F. and was rumoured to not be all that gentle towards any of her colleagues either. She could see every minute detail on the cybernetic bone strengtheners surrounding Kryssa's right eye as well as the biteryllium metal shell encasing what remained of her left ear. She could feel the bat's warm breath on her muzzle as she was scanned by stern eyes that betrayed, in no small quantity, how fearless and calm their owner was right now. Val's mouth snapped shut as her mind cogitated what possible act of depraved violence the bat was going to enact upon her now that she'd interrupted her work out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overreact there." Val heard the words but was too tightly gripped by the fear of being so close to her crush and possible executioner to register they were coming from. "Huh....errrmm...w-what sorry?" "I'm apologising for startling you like that." Kryssa stated matter-of-factly as she sat up. Val just remained sprawled across the floor, unable to speak or move for fear of what Kryssa might do. "I think the more appropriate question now is are YOU alright?" "Uhh..ye...ye...yeah, n-n-n-n-no d-d-damage to re-report." the hybrid stuttered, her eyes still fixed to where Kryssa had been lying a few seconds ago. "Good." Kryssa reached out and slowly brought the poor frightened rabbit to a sitting position. "So why are you here?" she asked. "Wha..wha..what?" Val stammered helplessly, her voice shrinking with her confidence. She looked to the other morphs around her for help but they had all deserted, clearly not wanting to get involved. Kryssa looked the nervous bunny over a second time. "That scared you didn't't it, me grabbing you like that?" "Yeah...yeah....well...I da...do....I-I-I meh..muh." Valerie felt her ability to form coherent sentences ebbing away only to be replaced with a strong feeling of abject disgust at herself which didn't mix at all well with the paralysing sense of fear that still consumed her. As if the situation weren't already bad enough she suddenly felt tears pricking at her eyes and shut them tight, the very last thing she needed right now was to break down and start crying. It seemed to not be enough, despite her effort to maintain control, liquid began seeping out and pooling at the corners of her eyes. The cheetah bunny grit her teeth in despair wanting nothing more than to run to somewhere dark and far away where she could just curl up into a ball and die. Suddenly Val felt something cool and soothing brush against her fur, the unmistakable feeling of duramantium coated claws gently stroking her cheek as they wiped away the tears. Cautiously she opened her eyes again to be met with Kryssa's violet ones. They still seemed as stern and calm as ever but now there appeared to also be a hint of concern in them. \*Concern for me!?\* Val thought in disbelief. "Again I must apologise for my actions." Kryssa stated. "When I do a particularly gruelling work out and adrenaline is surging through my veins I often tend to forget that there are others around me. When I saw you standing there I just did the first thing I could think of to avoid accidentally injuring you and ended up landing on my wings, which isn't the most pleasant sensation in the world." Kryssa was one of the few half-born bats in the world who's wings were attached to her back rather than on her arms. "That combined with the slight annoyance I felt at being interrupted is why I lashed out momentarily. Rest assured I meant no hostility or harm." She spoke slowly and methodically watching with satisfaction as the bunny began to unwind. "Your name's Valerie right?" "Yea..yes that's c-correct." "Okay Valerie, I need you to calm down." Val felt herself loosening somewhat but she was still shaking terribly. "Breathe" Kryssa said softly and Val drew in a few deep breaths feeling herself regain control of her body. Seeing the technique was working, Kryss placed her other claw on the bunny's shoulder. "Now, did you need to see me about something?". "Yes, Cyan's given me an assignment which has been classified as high risk." She ran through the details of the briefing, all the while dreading what would happen when she got to the final part. "And she's ordered you to accompany me and provide back up." Kryssa kept her eyes sternly on her as she chewed the info over and for a moment Valerie feared she was going to demonstrate an altogether less pleasant use of those claws . "I see, do I have time to get cleaned up before we depart?" Kryssa said at last. "Yes of course." Val responded quickly. "Good, I'd hate for you to have to walk around all day with the stench of my sweat contaminating everything." Kryssa unstrapped her ankle weights and then headed smartly for the showers as the half-born followed meekly behind. --- \-10:25 a.m.- \*Well this certainly isn't going as imagined.\* Val sat with her back to the wall as Kryssa subjected herself to a five minute ChemiShower. She had the orga-gun she'd taken from Cyan's office in her hands and was trying to remain focused on it rather than on the bat cleaning herself a foot and a half away. She still couldn't get her head around the reality of the situation, she'd imagined how this confrontation might turn out for years but wasn't expecting it to be so, well, un-confrontational. "They're still putting way too much fur cleanser in the mix. I feel like I've been shrink-wrapped in plastic." She looked up to see Kryssa, now dressed in standard C.S.F. attire, affixing her opti-visor. "I take it that's the remarkable discovery that everyone's in a furore about?" The bat pointed at the pistol. "Yes, magnificently twisted feat of genetic engineering isn't it? Kinda like what you'd expect to see in those ancient FPS games." She smiled at Kryss who merely retained her stern expression as she opened her locker. "Come on we'd better load up if we're ever going to get a head start." That got Val's attention \*Well now I can at least find something out about her.\* "Actually if you don't mind my asking Kryssa, what exactly will you be employing to guard my back today?" Kryssa's response was to look back at the felapin and inhale slowly as if she were about to make an announcement "The Corrino MRG-647 Mine, Rocket and Grenade launcher!" she sounded proud as she dramatically revealed the intimidating weapon. "I believe when you get down to it nothing gets your point across like a nice concentrated explosion right in your adversaries' face." She held the compact launcher out for Valerie to get a nice long look at before setting it down on the bench. "What may I ask is your choice of arms ?" Val blushed slightly and went over to her own locker . "AZER series Shock Core rifle." the smile reappeared on her face as she cradled it like a rather elongated baby in her arms. "Elegant, durable and a breeze to maintain. It's never let me down." The brief moment of contentment was soon to dissipate however as she looked over and saw Krys with an unreadable expression on her face "That's a completely NON-lethal weapon if I remember correctly. There's no way you can kill anything with it." The bat commented in what to Valerie sounded like a disapproving tone. Val's eyes went wide as she felt her body seize up for the second time that day. \*Oh Deus she's disappointed in me already! I knew this was gonna happen!!\* Valerie opened her mouth to start apologising like mad...and again stopped. Something was stirring in her, a core belief that she'd stood by for most of her adult life. "Look I know it's a cut-throat world we're up against but that doesn't entail that we have to be as cruel and deranged as the psychos we go out to catch." She heard herself say. "I'm not into taking a life unless I absolutely have to and there are plenty of agents who share that opinion! We're supposed to be peacekeepers not executioners!!" The hybrid finished her statement and closed her eyes as a wave of fear induced nausea shot through her at what she'd just done. Holding back her sudden need to heave, Val opened her eyes to find Kryssa leaning against the lockers, arms folded, staring back at her incredulously. For a few tantalising seconds bat regarded bunny in silence until Val cracked under the intense gaze. "Kryssa I'm sorry I didn't mean that the way it sounded, it's just...well you know that's what my beliefs are and you can't expect me to just throw them away just like that but I didn't mean to sound so offended because-because I just....well...it just came out you know, I didn't expect to spout it off like that.." And on and on she rabbited (pun intended) until the bat motioned for her to please stop. "It's okay Valerie, I wasn't criticising you. It's just I've never encountered such a trusting and humane morph before. It momentarily surprised me that's all." Val blinked "You...you're not upset?" Kryssa approached the cheetah rabbit and placed a claw on her shoulder. "Miss Piersan, you clearly are a woman who is very confident about what her opinions and will defend them to the bitter end." She moved the claw up and traced Valerie's lopped lapin ears "And I respect you all the more for it." Val smiled, partly in relief that there hadn't been any bitter showdown and partly because it actually felt good having Kryssa stroke her ears. "I guess I should also tell you I usually don't load my U.A.P. with anything other than concussion beams?" Kryssa nodded approvingly "Do what you feel is right." She said as she went over and pulled out a case of incendiary rockets. "Just remember that if you do your thing then I'm going to do mine." --- * 11:05 a.m.- Krys sat with her arms folded, staring silently through the patrol craft's windshield as Val navigated her way over the mid-morning traffic with an air of increasing frustration. She was getting a little tense now that they were actually heading towards their target area and would gladly have welcomed some conversation. Exasperatingly the bat had remained mute since they'd left and Val was left to stew in her own thoughts. As the duo came to a red light she decided she'd have to take the initiative. "So Kryssa..." she began only to have the bat repeat the silencing motion she'd done earlier. The bunny tried twice more and was received with the same gesture each time. Sighing in aggravation she slumped against the control columns wishing there was some way to make herself feel more at ease. {Sorry Valerie but if you wish to speak to me, do so like this. I need to keep myself focused for any signs of trouble up ahead.} Val turned to regard the bat who hadn't moved an inch. Exhaling she responded in kind over the cerebral link. \_{You're not, I've learned how to concentrate on numerous things simultaneously. What do you need?} [Well thing is, this is my first high risk assignment and I'm a little tense right now.] {Anything I can do to help?} Val could instantly think of several answers to that. Unfortunately as they all seemed to involve Kryssa kissing her, fondling her or performing some other lewd act that probably wouldn't go down too well at the moment she decided not to mention any of them. [Well, can we just talk for a while?] {About what?} Val took advantage of the light changing and stalled for a few seconds. [Um...how about you?] {Me?} [Yes, you've become somewhat of a legend among the other agents. I've only known the legend but I'd like to get to know more about the morph. You know, clarify the facts] There was a brief pause before Kryssa answered. {A well educated individual should always make the effort to separate truth from hearsay. Very well, what would you like to know?} [Well let's start with the whole 'immune to pain' thing. Is it true?]\_ {Pretty much, pain is still a reality but only slightly. I can't really explain how but I seem to have inherited an ability to sense injuries but not feel them. Please keep in mind that the damage I sustain is very real and very costly, it's just...well I simply just don't hurt like everyone else does.} [Do you feel anything at all?] {Only my adrenaline flowing and my rage flaring, nothing that can prevent me from getting up and continuing my mission. Added to that is the fact that I also have no concept of fear or terror and I seem to have a four leaf clover bonded to my heart because I'm always lucky enough to never rupture any vital organs. Quite a convenient series of coincidences I think you'll agree.} Val turned to see the vaguest hint of a smile cross the bat's lips. \*Could she have just made a joke?\* Val wondered before answering. [Strange but advantageous I'd imagine] {Yes perhaps so. It does help in dealing with the various nicks and scrapes until they heal} *Suddenly Kryssa bared her teeth and hissed loudly, the outburst startling Val so much she nearly ran the craft into the side of a building. Recovering her wits at the last moment the felapin swerved violently and brought the duo back over the flow of traffic again. Kryssa glanced over and shook her head as the bunny fought to maintain control of the craft while agonising over the bat's reaction.* \*Schmed!! What have I done now!?\* she thought in blind panic. Seeing she wasn't going to be able to drive in such a state, Val turned the patrol craft into an alleyway and set it down on the ground. Ordering the onboard computer to kill all systems she turned 90 degrees and prepared to start apologising for the second time that day. However it was Kryssa who spoke first. {Forgive me Valerie, that was wrong of me to do.} [Krys, look if I offended you I swear I didn't mean it!!] {You haven't offended me. That was yet another overreaction on my part.} [Well I must've said something to bring it on and that's not what I intended] {I understand fully, you just kind of touched a sensitive spot with that last comment.} Val was confused [What? About the blood?] {Yes} [What did I say? Isn't it true that drinking it helps stimulate healing in your series?] Kryssa slowly closed her eyes. {Yes you are correct on that statement. Blood benefits us in many ways, I've also been told it's quite delicious too, it's just that,} Her head slumped forward as though she were being forced to admit to something particularly shameful. {It's just that I have no idea how beneficial the stuff is because,} The volume of her thoughts dropped an few octaves {Because I've never tried it.} Val sat in stunned silence, scarcely able to believe what the bat was confessing to her. [You've never tasted blood?] She sent incredulously. {No} [Not even once?] {No, my foster parents, unlike me, were confirmed pacifists. They always had to find some non-violent way to solve problems. Although Vampire bats by nature need to drink a little blood as part of our diet we can also survive on substitutes like plasma serum and the like. Since serum doesn't require biting or harming anyone my foster parents made the decision that I could live on that instead. They even went as far as making me promise I'd never harm another morph just to satisfy a craving that can be controlled by other more 'peaceful' means.} Kryssa kept her head bowed as Val digested the information. [So what prevented you from trying it later in life?] The bat shrugged {As I grew up I managed to break free of most of their 'conditioning' and became the ruthless devastator of organiks that I am today, but a promise is something else entirely. Throughout my life I always honour any oaths I make, and true to my word I've never taken such an essential life substance from a morph against their will.} The bat sighed, almost in sadness {Although it's vital to my survival and I confess it's been one of my biggest fantasies, I would consider it an unforgivable sin to go against my word.} She slumped back in her seat. {I suppose that takes the edge off of me. A bat too timid to try what every member of her series needs at some point to stay alive.} Val shook her head vigorously. [No, no, no, Krys that's not it at all. I think what you've done was very difficult and very noble. If anything it proves just how loyal and trustworthy you are if your promises mean more to you than a substance vital to your existence.] She swallowed hoping she wasn't about to commit a act of sacrilege. [And I think you deserve to be commended for that] She reached over and placed her paw on top of Kryssa's. Several seconds passed, during which the bat made no attempt to move her paw. {Perhaps there is some truth in what you say, but I'd still like to try it at some point.} She momentarily moved her eyes to meet the bunny's before resuming her stare out of the windshield. {I think we'd better get moving again}. Valerie ordered the computer to reboot the craft's systems, the smile now back on her face as she tuned to her favourite radio station, catching it in the middle of a song: '..I tried all night not to break down and cry As the tears rolled down my face I felt so cold and empty Like a lost soul out of place And the mirror, mirror on the wall Sees my smile it fades again And give me something to believe in If there's a Lord above And give me something to believe in Oh, Lord arise....' \* --- * 12:25 p.m. - "So this is what an abandoned morgue looks like." Kryssa said analysing the building in front of them. "I had no idea it was city policy to clean them regularly". Indeed while the place did look from the outset like no one had been there in a long time it was lacking the tell-tale dirty, dusty build up that can only come from simple lack of use. Valerie walked up and tried the front door. "Damn, locked as expected." She reached over and started tinkering with the access panel. "Give me a moment here Krys, I should be able to do this without leaving any mark that we were here." Kryssa turned her gaze to the felapin for roughly one tenth of a second before stepping up to the door and delivering a crushing blow with her foot. The bat gauged the extent of her damage and kicked the door again with equal ferocity, causing the lower left corner to buckle and bend out of the door frame. Kryssa grabbed the damaged corner with her claws and wrenched it out even further, pulling and folding it over onto itself until she'd made a hole big enough for them to squeeze through. "Patience is not one of my strong points." \*I'd imagine not.\* Val thought in astonishment as she followed the bat inside. "Looks to be borderline sanitary." She remarked running a gloved paw over the walls "Just enough so that you could move something organic through here without risk of contamination. Provided it was either frozen or on ice." "Speaking of which." Kryssa's voice dropped a little as she turned her attention to a freezer curtain which was lovingly decorated with small streaks of blood and, even more suspiciously, had wisps of vapour emanating from the bottom. Val scrapped a small amount of the drying liquid off and smeared it over the sampling lens of her wrist-comp. There followed a pause as she activated the bio-reader function and watched intently as the sample was analysed "Well?" "Type AB, coagulated, appears to be equine in nature, definitely from something that's been dead for a considerable amount of time." "How long?" "Hard to say but I'd estimate around a week. Maybe less." Kryssa nudged the curtain aside with her pistol. "Then perhaps I should investigate further so you can be certain." Val stood up. "If you're going in then I'd like you to do as my support." she said tentatively. Krys looked down at the felapin and cocked her eyebrow. "Valerie so far I've seen no indication that there aren't hostiles in the vicinity. This could just as easily turn ugly in a heartbeat." Val nodded knowingly. "I'm aware of that, but with you backing me up I'm sure I can handle it." She walked through the curtain as the bat watched with intrigue \*So she does have something in the way of courage after all.\* She turned to follow. --- The back area turned out to be as devoid of life as the front. Ironically it was however quite well packed with bodies. Numerous morph corpses were lined up in orderly rows, some in cryo-tubes, others strewn out on large steel gurneys, many in various stages of evisceration and all missing the majority of their fingers. "Seems like a morgue, once built, never outlives its usefulness." Kryssa said coldly. Val just choked back a need to gag at the horrendous sight. "I...guess we can rule out the weapons are made from vat grown materials." she finally got out. "I'm going to get a few photos." "Y-yeah okay, I'll carry out a couple of tests." Val approached one of the bodies and opened her forensics kit. There then followed a heavily pregnant silence. Kryssa continued to systematically traverse the room, taking stills with her retinal image recorder while every so often glancing at Val as she examined the corpse. She noticed that the bunny, while looking a little uneasy at times nonetheless seemed to carry an air of experience and professionalism at her work. She took blood and tissue samples and analysed them diligently and quickly for foreign substances before moving on to determining identity and the cause of death. Once she'd got that down she immediately went onto noting which organs were missing and how they'd been removed with impressive efficiency. In the space of an hour and 15 minutes she'd done nearly the entirety of the room. \*Even if she is still a little green, she seems to really know what she's doing.\* The bat regarded a body that seemed to be lying awkwardly on its gurney. Cautiously she lifted it up and found a small PDA hidden in a cavity in the small of its back. After quickly scanning through its contents she turned back to Val. "What've you discovered?" "Huh?" Val looked up from her work "Oh, well far be it for me to criticise but this has to be some of the sloppiest autopsy work I've ever seen. Whoever did this clearly had no plan of action other than getting this poor fella's guts out of his body as quickly as possible. Half of the ribs on the left side of the torso appear to have just been smashed in with an impact hammer and then pried out with a crowbar. The Pulmonary artery looks like it was ripped apart with no sign of actual cutting. The whole chest cavity's littered with bone fragments like they couldn't be bothered to remove them properly and just broke off whatever was in their way. From both a professional and humanitarian standpoint this is an utter atrocity!" Val sounded quite disgusted with her findings. "At least you can take comfort in the fact that he wasn't alive to suffer through it." "Yeah well that's what's really gotten me steamed." Val held up one of the morph's fingerless paws for Kryssa to see. "I don't know if you have a optical magnifier installed like I do but while the flesh bears all the normal signs of cutting and flaying there's no indication whatsoever of amputation on the bone and cartilage. These paws are pristinely clean on the ends." "Which would indicate what?" The bat enquired. "Xenodermal Rejection. Nobody actually removed the fingers from this guy, someone, somehow, reprogrammed his immune system to treat them as intruders and stop nourishing them! Then they just waited for them to drop off!" Kryssa's expression darkened immensely "Are you sure about that?" Val nodded solemnly "I suspect the same was done to the missing organs to facilitate their removal as well." "Can you tell me anything about how this was achieved?" "There's no sign of nano-meks or any cyberware in the body so I'm assuming they shot him up with a huge cocktail of chemical agents. The blood samples I analysed appear to contain nearly 20 different foreign substances of unknown origin." "What else have you discovered?" It was practically a demand. "Not much aside from the fact that they're completely organic in nature, I've obtained samples of all of them but I'll need to get back to the lab for a complete analysis." "Is that it?" "No, I can also deduce that the only way to get the sort of effect seen here would be if the chemicals had been circulated though the body several times." Val shivered. "Which can only mean they had to have been administered before he was dead. Since the same stuff was used on both his fingers and his organs I'd say it was a pretty big dose as well." She paused as she contemplated the thought. "In fact I'd say it would have to have been of near fatal proportions." "So in other words all these morphs died from having their bodies purge them of their own vital organs. Which would in essence mean that we are looking at over 40 cases of simultaneous first degree murder!!" Kryssa bared her fangs at the thought as anger saturated her voice. "Well yes I suspected as much." Val looked down at the corpse. "Poor little so-!" Val's voice caught in her throat as she caught sight of the morph's face. She saw that in life it had been a hyena, rather stocky and a little on the tubby side, but with nice creamy fur on the chest and stomach with cute ears and good white teeth. But the face! The face showed no signs of wrinkles or even middle-aged chubbiness. One of Val's numerous talents that came with being a forensics expert was being able to determine a morph's age at a mere glance and she realised, with extreme revulsion, that this hyena couldn't possibly have been a day over 24 when he died! \*SCHMED! So young! So young!!\* Val suddenly felt unsteady on her feet, forcing her to grab hold of the gurney as she was swept by another stronger wave of nausea. Just thinking of how the corpse was barely a year older than her made the hybrid want to puke. She sank to the floor and grabbed her stomach as her breakfast and what remained of the previous night's dinner decided they weren't too happy with their current living conditions and prepared to relocate. "Valerie? Valerie what's wrong?" Kryssa knelt down beside her. "The the corpse...(cough)....too young...(choke)!" the felapin choked out. The bat looked up and saw what she meant. "Yes, I imagine that wouldn't sit too well with you." [Krys, I can't take this, I'm gonna be sick!] Val lurched forward and put out a hand to steady herself. Kryssa quickly moved her forensics kit out of the way as the poor bunny struggled to control herself. "Let it out Valerie, there's no point in trying to hold back." She nodded weakly before leaning over and vomiting all over the floor. Krys held onto her shoulder as Val wretched helplessly, tears running down her cheeks which the bat gently wiped away. Slowly, after what seemed like hours to the poor felapin, she dwindled off and finally stopped. "Feel better now?" "Yeah, I'm okay." Val wiped her mouth and shuddered at her incredible display of weakness. "I...I'm sorry about that Krys." "About what?" "That, being sick everywhere. That was very unprofessional of me." "It was an understandable reaction. There's no need to apologise." Valerie blinked back more tears "But still, I normally can handle stuff like that, I need to have a stronger will like you, or at least a stronger stomach." Kryssa shook her head and Val noticed the anger was gone from her face. "Valerie not everybody can be strong, if they could then Neo-Terra wouldn't need the meks or the Network or the C.S.F. to protect them. Strength is an advantage, not a mandatory aspect of living. What happened just now merely proves that what you have going for you is an unbridle compassion for others, even those that are beyond help. I would highly advise that you harbour that attribute for as long as possible." Val and Kryssa locked eyes for the second time and Val saw nothing but sincerity to the bat's words. "You really mean that?" Kryssa nodded. "You wouldn't want to risk ending up like me would you?" Val sighed, she so desperately wanted to hug and kiss her for that but figured the bat might not want to sample her mouth so soon after hurling her guts. Instead she just smiled and got to her feet. "Thank you for that Krys, you know I have to admit, you're a lot nicer than everyone makes you out to be." "I try not to turn down allies if they present themselves." She took the data tablet from under her arm "I found this under one of the bodies. It contains instructions for sending the raw materials once they've been removed." "Really where?" "A chemical complex about two sectors away from here. I recommend we make that our next port of call." "Sounds like a plan to me." Val replied happily as the two left the way they came in. --- * 1:57 p.m. - Val sprayed some breath freshener into her mouth as the pair sped on to their next destination. Kryssa's words had made her feel a little better but she was still determined to see that it didn't happen again. {So do you still wish to talk?} 'Huh?' she said snapping out of her thoughts. {Do you still wish to talk? Or are you not feeling as anxious now?} Val glanced over at Kryssa. Some more conversation would be nice. [Okay, got any particular topic in mind?] There was a pause. {Well since I've told you about myself would you care to share anything personal about you?} She swallowed at that. Having other people talk about themselves was fine but Val had her reservations when it came to revealing anything about her. That said however she did want to show Kryssa that she trusted her enough to do so and it would help to establish a better relationship and... \*And what? Admit it girl you want her to know your life inside and out!\* Val took a deep breath. \*Well maybe I can reveal a few trivial things. Just, please Deus, don't let her ask me about my love life!!!\* [Alright, what do you want me to tell you?] {Just say whatever you deem suitable} [Umm, okay well as you know I'm a half-born cross between rabbit and cheetah, the feline part of me came from my mother while the lapin part came from my father.] She reached up and brushed one of her ears out of the way. [My lop ears however are from my grandmother as are my blue coloured eyes, the rest is all me. I was actually heralded as a new generation of branching out as up until my parents' marriage my family had consisted entirely of rabbits.] {Is that why you're more of the former than the latter?} [Possibly, although I always assumed it was because my father was naturally a big, strong, dominating specimen of the long eared, buck toothed variety. Seriously this guy could've been prime U.T.M.C. material if he didn't have such an advanced head for stock trading.] {Was he a decent enough man?} Val had to think about that for a second. [Well he made sure we always had food on the table, a good education and anything else we'd need for future life if that's what you mean. If you're referring to whether or not he was a good fatherly figure however, well...I can't really give you a satisfactory answer to that.] Krys cocked an eyebrow {What do you mean?} [He was a businessman, and when I say that I mean he had no time for anything else in life. If a family member died you could pretty much guarantee he'd be at work and not the funeral, whenever my friends would come round to take me out someplace he'd scarcely look up from his monitors, let alone check if I was modestly attired or when I'd be back.] Val's eyes lowered as she recalled some less than pleasant stuff. [And my mother took advantage of it. She had numerous affairs with other males, knowing he really couldn't give a damn. She took up gambling safe in the knowledge that no matter how much money she lost he'd find a way to replace all of it. Even got a couple of her friends to enter in on the bargain. She spent millions of solariums on expensive furniture and off-world technology for our house then decided she still hadn't run up a high enough debt and had a whole army of custom made mekas constructed to maintain everything.] She grit her teeth. \_Her thoughts were becoming quite heated and bitter as she brought the memories back up to surface. Kryssa also noted her body was tensing up alarmingly. {I'm sorry Valerie, I didn't mean to pry that deeply.} Val stopped and looked at the bat. Realising what she meant the felapin took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. [Don't apologise Krys, it's better that I get it out than leave it to stew and ferment into a nervous breakdown]. Although Val couldn't see it, Krys actually swivelled her head to regard her upon hearing that last statement. \*Interesting, she's a lot wiser than she initially appears.\* {So what was your social life like?} [Ironically that part of my existence was fine. I was never really teased or ridiculed that much at school for having cheetah spots or facial tear stripes, in fact most boys and girls thought they made me look insanely cute. I always had as many friends as I wanted, did the standard thoroughfare of relationships, experimentations, synth drinks etc. Did cheerleading for a while then decided I was better at doing the actual sports themselves, kept up with all the ridiculous fashion trends, got involved with cyber-wormers, normal stuff like that.]\_ {When did you first become interested in forensics?} Val smiled. [That was an interesting occasion. One day, when I was 13, I found a dead klooana lizard in our basement. We'd been having problems with the waste processor for some time so I was rather concerned that it might indicate waste gas was leaking out. I decided I had to determine what it had died from to be absolutely sure so our meka-drones helped me sneak it back up to my room and do some research on post-mortem examinations. Then I had them rustle up some cutting tools and conducted a little autopsy.] She giggled. \_She giggled again. [Then when I was 15, a friend of my approached me with an offer. Seems her uncle ran a Veraknel breeding farm and she was concerned he was selling some them off to be used in illegal fights. Since I was spending so much time around dead things by then she wanted me to take a look at one of the corpses he claimed had been killed by scavengers and see if her hunch was right.] {And?} [Not only was he using them for fighting he was also shooting them up with 'jumpers' to make them more eager to tear seven bells out of their opponents, a fact I was able to discover from my dabbling in chemical testing. Our mekas were kind enough to submit my findings to the Network anonymously and my friend's uncle soon found himself being sent up on all kinds of cruelty charges. My parents of course raised hell when they found out but by then I didn't care, I'd found my true calling in life.]\_ She sighed. [Four years later I found out about the C.S.F. and figured since the mekaniks had helped me so much throughout my life I might as well further the relationship by becoming one with them and allowing them to make use of my talents.] Val looked at Kryssa. She was nodding as she listened and seemed for the most part to be genuinely interested. {A very moving insight Valerie. I believe I'm starting to better understand you now.} Val's smile grew wider. [Hey I can say the same about you too.] {Indeed. I admit it feels strange, this being the first time I've ever done an assignment with some one else but you've made me see the advantages of it.} Valerie turned to look at the bat in astonishment. [Really?] {Yes, I initially expected you'd be like most other morphs: too afraid to say anything that might get you on my bad side but you've helped as best you can and not held anything back from me. In my entire life no one's ever shown that much trust for me.} [Well then maybe we can do this again sometime outside of work.] {What do you mean?} The felapin's smile dissipated as she realised the hole she'd unwittingly exposed. She felt a sudden urge to blurt out "Well primarily because I've hopelessly fallen head over heels for you and would like nothing better than to spend the rest of my life by your side or, even better, in your arms." In fact her whole body was starting to band together in trying to convince her mind to scream that out. \*GO ON, TELL HER!\* [No, no I can't! Not yet!!] Val sent unconsciously as she wrestled with herself. {Valerie?} Kryssa was confused. [Huh? Oh, oh nothing Krys. Just thinking out loud about something.] {What did you mean when you said ''outside of work''?} Val felt herself slip into blind panic but was saved by the craft's computer announcing they'd arrived at their destination. [Look Kryssa, can I explain this later after we've returned to HQ?] Val sent as they got out of the craft. Kryssa opened the trunk and got out her MRG launcher. "It would seem to be a wise choice right now to wait on that." She loaded several types of rockets before checking the plasma cell and ammo clip in her U.A.P. "Should I go in first or do you want to take the lead?" Valerie snatched up her shock core rifle and charged it up to maximum. "I'll go first, with you at my back I shouldn't have to worry about much." "Lead the way." --- * 3:35 p.m.- The insides of the chemical plant looked from the outset to be as deserted as the morgue. A fact which both agents were beginning to find extremely unnerving as they continued further in. "Based on the apparent scale of this operation, I'd assume they'd have a few more morphs running the place." Kryssa said. Valerie checked her surroundings with the motion tracker installed on her suit's wrist comp. Nothing in all directions. "Maybe they're trying a different tactic, having everything automated so there's less chance of errors being made." Krys looked at the bunny. "You know as well as I do that there's no way something of this magnitude could be automated without the involvement of at least five or six Terran Network AIs in the process. There's somebody here, I know it." As if on cue Valerie's tracker sighted movement. "I guess you're right." She surveyed the findings. "It's coming towards us, about eight metres due east." "Take cover. If it's not an outright hostile then chances are it's still not going to be too happy to see us." Krys and Val crouched behind some machinery and waited. For a while there was nothing outside the normal low hrrrzzzwwwwtttssing of the plant's facilities. Presently a maintenance hatch swung open and a badger dressed in a grey jumpsuit climbed out. He had an audio patch grafted on his ear and was garbling away to someone in indistinct words. Kryssa watched with hawk like precision as he quickly strolled around the room checking pressure gauges, temperature monitors and the like. {Seems a little too eager to do his job for my liking. One would think he was trying to finish and get out of here a.s.a.p.} \_Kryssa nodded and inched around until she was directly behind the badger. She slung the launcher onto her back and pulled out her U.A.P., all the time keeping her eyes glued on him. Satisfied he was still none the wiser she stood up and aimed. "Freeze, C.S.F.!" she commanded as Valerie came out of hiding and raised her gun too. The badger turned around and gaped in dumb surprise at the two ladies before remembering the standard procedure for situations such as this.\_ "Hey you should have knocked. Would've been more than happy to open the door for you." A big smile broke out over his face before he raised his paws and placing them on the wall. Kryssa cautiously approached and patted him down. "So can I help you with anything?" Valerie explained their reasons for being there, taking care to omit any details about weapons production. The badger listened diligently until she'd finished. "Well agent I can safely say that we do manufacture quite a lot of things here and as a low ranking member of maintenance I don't get to see the bulk of it so can't help you there." "Nevertheless we have reasonable cause and Network approval to search the premises." Kryssa said keeping her gun at the ready. "Perhaps you'd care to help us out and prove your innocence?" "Sure, just tell me what to do." "Take us to whoever manages this facility. Assuming you don't try anything stupid you're free to go after that." The bat said in a firm tone of voice. The badger kept right on smiling. "Just walk this way please!" he said in a phoney Dracula voice. Chuckling at the joke he headed off through a doorway with the two agents close behind. "You know if nothing else this is a perfect opportunity to get away from the drudgery of the job. Oh I know you'd probably expect we have it pretty easy here with most of the machinery being computer supervised and stuff but if you stop and think about it for a moment there still has to be something flesh based there to help put right anything that conks out or whatever. Oh yeah they may attribute good cooperation between mekaniks and organiks for the efficient running of the joint but the truth of the matter is this place only works properly because morphs like me are crammed down below constantly tightening all the loose screws and replacing all the blown fuses. We're the back bone of this place and do we get any recognition? Get real!" "I'll empathise with you for as long as you keep walking." Kryssa said. "Fine by me, my legs need a stretch after what I just got finished doing on the other side of that hatch." He sighed "Man you know I really envy you agents, you get all those state-of-the-art nano bits put on you so you don't have to worry about cracking under the strain of work. Damn what I'd give to have some of the hardware you guys get to play with. Never have to see the doctor again about my back ache from being in those access tunnels all day that's for sure." "Well assuming you fit the requirements for age, fitness levels and the like a change in career might still be a possibility." Valerie lied through her teeth thinking to herself \*Geez this guy yaps more than I do.\* "Yeah well I know the score, I go and this whole place collapses like a deck of cards." He approached a pair of solid metal doors and punched in an access code. "Just right up the staircase at the end of the hall ladies." he gestured "Much as I enjoyed our little chat the other guys'll probably be baying for my ass now since I left my post. Oh well I'll just have to say some attractive agents threw me against a wall and shoved their pieces in my face. Yeah that'll sound real good!" He laughed heartily as the bunny and the bat passed him by. [Well doesn't he seem desperate for company.] {Or the lack of it. I wonder...} "Oh and by the way ladies." The badger called out from behind "Please accept this little souvenir as a token of our respect to you." Val barely managed to make out the almost non-existent hiss of a needle shooter pressurising before Kryssa shoved her out of the way... --- ...Valerie was in her parents' garden on a summer afternoon. Flowers were blooming everywhere and as expected that meant plenty of bees flying around collecting nectar for honey. The air was alive with the buzz of dozens of tiny wings as they toiled endlessly along the petunias, daffodils and azaleas. Val watched them as they zipped around her, little round bodies striped with yellow. And as to what triggered this flashback? It was the yellow striped poison dart that zinged past her cheek by less than an inch as she hit the plant floor. Without thinking Val reached out and fired a concussion beam. There was an audible grunt as it hit the badger in the knee and sent him tumbling down to join her. "Damn, spouted off too fast." He said as he aimed at her head and fired again, only to have the shot intercepted by a leathery mass of flesh. Kryssa sneered harshly at the badger as she retracted her wing with the dart embedded in it, allowing Val just enough time to fire another beam into his head, rendering him unconscious. "Whew, thank you Kryssa, that was too close!" the felapin said as she got to her feet. Kryssa merely ripped the dart out of her wing and chucked it behind a piece of machinery. Presently an explosion rang out. "Compressed NO2 capsule. Causes the tip to fragment and splinter into jagged edges." Kryssa explained. "Not something you want in your brain." "Or your wing, I hope that didn't do anything too bad." "Considering what's happened to them over the years I doubt it would really matter." The bat said in a downcast manner. Val was nonplussed, that is until she looked over at Kryssa's outstretched wing and nearly screamed. The bony parts of it looked normal but the membranes in between were like something out of an botched pyrotechnics and knife throwing stunt combined. Hundreds of long ugly gashes criss-crossed over skin that seemed to consist of nothing but scarred pink flesh, the kind indicative of repeatedly being burned by fire, plasma, chemicals and Deus only knows what else. Everywhere the hybrid could see the seams and patches where the skin had been torn apart and then sewn back together only to be torn apart again. It was, in all, a very jarring sight indeed. "See what I mean." Krys said as she folded the wing back up. "K-Krys, w-w-what the hell?" Valerie stammered. "Standard terrorist practice. With my wings damaged I'm stuck on the ground and since they can't break the bones they have to resort to torching them, cutting them, ripping them to shreds or do something else hideous to render them useless." Val clasped her paws together. "I'm-I'm so sorry." Krys waved it off. "I'm immune to pain remember? Nothing I can't deal with.' 'Still though, that's just so unforgivably cruel. " "...kssshhhh Johnson come in. Your neural-signal is fluctuating, what's your status? Over...ksssshhh" The agents looked down at the badger and it was only then that they noticed his audio patch had in fact been set to TRANSMIT mode. "...Johnson come in. We heard firing. Did you manage to dispose of the C.S.F. agents?...kssshhhh...Johnson...Johnson respond! Over." Krys reached down and ripped the thing out of his ear, tearing a good sized chunk of skin off in the process. She stared daggers at it in her palm almost as if daring it to bring more bad news. "...Dammit they got him. Put all units on high alert and send reinforcements on the double!! Those agents have to be put down now!!!'" Krys snarled and crushed it beneath her boot heel. "They must have heard everything we said." "Well so much for trying to keep things bloodless." Valerie sighed sadly as she readied her rifle. "It was a forlorn hope anyway, as long as I'm still around it seems everyone wants to try and kill me." The bat hissed as she primed her launcher. "So, got a plan Valerie?" "Yes, if this is indeed where they're manufacturing the orga-guns then we need to confirm it and find out where they're being shipped to. I need to get to the administration mainframe." Kryssa nodded. "Stick close to me and we'll see what we can find." She turned to leave. "Wait a minute Krys." Val searched the badger again and located a false fur pouch underneath his jumpsuit. Inside were a small case of tranquilliser darts which she pocketed and a fully stocked grenade belt. "Here take this, for luck." She chucked the belt to her "Since you're so good at blowing stuff up, you'll probably know how to make the best use of them." She smiled and patted the bat's arm "And again I want to thank you for saving my life." Kryssa looked at the explosives and then down at the bunny with a slightly surprised expression. "You're welcome Valerie. These will be very useful." She said, thinking to herself \*Strange, I didn't expect her to speak MY language.\* --- * 5:21 p.m.- The next two hours did not go well for the bunny and the bat. Having no means of navigating their way around the massive chemical plant they frequently found themselves encountering dead ends and having to back track across areas which they'd already run through three times before. As if that weren't bad enough the place seemed to have an almost unlimited supply of armed workers all eager to try to tear them apart with knives, bullets, even big globs of industrial sewage. To top the whole disaster off they found to their dismay that the staff had shielded the place against all forms of external communication which meant they could kiss any chance of back up goodbye. "FOR THE LOVE OF THE DEUS!! I can't take much more of this!!!" Valerie screamed as the two of them sprinted through a monitoring station, bursts of machine gun fire tearing up the floor behind them. "Just try to relax, statistically we've got to find the mainframe interface accidentally at some point." The bat calmly pointed out as she wiped blood from a nasty cut above her left eye (one of the guards had turned out to be a little more vicious than expected). The agents leapt behind a generator and allowed themselves a moment to breath. "Yeah but I'd rather not become Swiss cheese before that happens." Valerie picked up one of the bullets out of the floor and shook her head in disbelief. "25mm armor piercing, what kind of idiot goes after TWO isolated morphs with a calibre designed to tear tanks apart?" "The kind who's about to get a sticky rocket to the chest." Krys said lining up her sights. "He's on the overhead walkway, two feet to our left." Her claw tightened on the trigger. Val glanced where the bat had indicated and inspiration struck. "Wait, I've got an idea. Aim for the support beams underneath." The bat looked at her bewildered. "Just do it! Um...please?" Val said. Krys merely just shrugged and lowered her launcher. Several rockets arched through the room like deranged comets and latched onto the beams supporting the catwalk over the floor. "Okay now I need you to cover me." She said as she set her rifle down and.... ...and well what happened next the bat couldn't really describe. It was if the hybird was there one minute, then there was a streak of gold and black and suddenly she was underneath the bewildered morph ready to catch him as he plummeted to earth from the destroyed walkway. Then another golden black flash and there she was right back at her side, plopping him down on the ground. "Now let's see if he can give us some directions." Val sounded quite pleased with herself while Kryssa maintained an amazed expression. "How did you do that? Even with top level speed augmentations no agent can move that fast." The cheetah bunny blushed "Well it's another bonus to my being a hybrid. In addition to my fur pattern I've also inherited a cheetah's natural running capabilities. That combined with the best nano-enhancements available allows me to become quite the little speed demon when I have to." Kryssa nodded "I see, very impressive. You may have just made our job that much easier." Val couldn't help but beam at those words. Krys turned to the morph, a weasel, and grabbed him by the throat. "I must apologise for troubling you sir." She spoke politely as if she were addressing a high ranking officer or senior citizen, all the while digging her metal claws in far enough to draw blood. "We're trying to find someplace and we're a little pressed for time." The stoat could do nothing but just sit there wide eyed, too terrified to speak for fear of putting his jugular in danger. "I'm terribly sorry, am I confusing you?" She lifted the weasel off the ground and held him in in the air by his neck. "We're looking for the interface station to this facility's mainframe. Do you perhaps know where it is by any chance sir?" She really did sound very polite all of a sudden, yet there was still a distinctly sinister edge to her voice. Val found it made her blood run cold. Slowly the weasel raised his paw and pointed to a door way. "D-down that hallway ah-ah-arrrrgh...next floor up...arrrrrggghhhh, third door on the right." "Thank you kindly, we appreciate your help." She did not release her grip. "Krys...are you always this...proper when you're on the rampage?" "Regardless of what I'm doing Valerie, proper manners must always be observed around -" Scchhinng, Tchisshlllick! Krys broke off and closed her eyes in exasperation. Val looked along her arm to see the stoat holding onto a thirty inch sharpened pike which was now embedded in the bat's flesh. Krys swivelled around to regard him with a face that showed no hint of even mild discomfort and eyes that dripped pure cyanide. The weasel, alarmed that his interruption may be taken the wrong way, began twisting the pike in her arm while his other paw grabbed her claws and frantically tried to loosen her hold on him. Krys simply groaned as she brought her arm back and smashed him, face first, into a freestanding pipe. There was a gunshot sound as his nose shattered from the impact accompanied by the clinking of several teeth falling to the floor. \*Good thing 'police brutality' isn't an issue to be considered any more.\* Val cringed Krys tossed the bloody and unconscious stoat aside and sighed heavily. "They always try to get away." She grabbed the pike skewering her arm and snapped it in half. "At least he kept it clean." "Do you really think that was necessary Kryssa?" "Would you rather I'd killed him?" The bat sneered. "No, but I think you could've tried something a little less severe." "It's better when it's severe. If I ever run into him again he'll have more than enough incentive to stay out of my way!" Val shut her mouth, she didn't want to get into an argument right at the moment. Instead she gingerly took the bat's arm and observed the wound. "This doesn't look too bad. I think a bandage and some Re-Gen should be sufficient to stop the bleeding for now. I need you to take off your coat." Kryssa did so as Val reached down and drew an 8-inch self-sanitising knife from a hidden sheath attached to her boot. "Leaving the tip in there isn't helping to stem the bleeding. If anything it's only going to make things worse." She uncoupled the sleeve of Krys' suit from the glove and peeled it back. Carefully she then inserted the point of the blade and levied it against the tip of the pike. "I'll try to do this slowly." "Valerie, as hard as you may find it to believe, this isn't causing me any great amount of agony. Just stick it in and do what you need to." Kryssa stated. Val looked down at the injured arm. "Errrm, yeah I know. I'm sorry it's just I'm still having difficulty believing this doesn't hurt you at all." With quick precise movements she dug the tip out of the bat's arm. "Mostly everyone has difficulty believing it but I can assure you it's true." Kryssa said as Val sealed the wound with skin regenerating solution and wrapped thermal bandages around it. "There, that should hold you until we get back to HQ." Krys flexed and tested the strength of the dressing. "Good work." She glanced down as she put her coat back on "However I do believe you're breaching several regulations by having an knife that exceeds the permitted length on your person." Val squirmed "Er, yeah I guess so. It's just that given I'm still kinda new to all this, I feel a little safer and more confident with it on me. I just figured once I got used to the job I could start leaving it at home." She hung her head in shame. "Are you going to report me for it?" Kryssa stared at the bunny for several seconds. Her face remained stoic. "No, I scarcely think it qualifies as a serious offence and as you've just demonstrated it could still come in handy. Let's overlook this one as a necessity to our survival." She watched her light up in relief. "Come on, let's get what we came here for." --- * 5:55 p.m.- After briefly being delayed by a team of snipers, Valerie and Kryssa at last found themselves in the interface room. "All of you, out now!!" Kryssa commanded to the technicians manning the various terminals. They didn't need much encouragement, the sight of an enraged six foot, blood drenched, rocket launcher toting bat was more than enough to send them running for their lives. "Okay lock the door and stand watch while I see what the mainframe here has to say." Val sat down at one of the terminals and held her paws out so the mainframe could synch up with the interface pads on her gloves. For the next ten minutes Kryssa scanned the corridor outside while Valerie shuffled through an immense cache of files and was rewarded for her efforts by numerous ACCESS DENIED signs being repeatedly flashed in her face, prompting her to eventually slam her fists down in frustration. "Problems?" Kryssa asked. "I'll say. Every single damn file here is locked with a different neural signature, DNA profile and password and none of them look like they contain anything useful. By the time I manage to squeeze a relevant byte of information out of this the goons outside will have been able to start families and send their kids off to first grade." "What do you suggest we do then?" "The only thing to do." Valerie unzipped her collar and folded it down. "Keep watch Krys, I'm gonna have to worm my way into this thing." "Understood, but notify me the instant you're inside." "I will and don't worry. Even if I have to rip all the brain tissue out of this thing's CPU we're going to get out of here with some hard evidence." Kryssa turned to the bunny and felt an odd spark shoot through her at Valerie's determination. Val entered in the necessary commands and lay back in the chair. Soon she would be linked up with the computer allowing her soul to leave the confines of her body and become a part of the vast world inside cyberspace known as the Hyper-Realm. Val flinched slightly as several spokes shot out of the chair's headrest and penetrated the relevant link points on her spine. Kryssa watched the process happen, watched as the bunny's body gradually became lifeless signifying her essence was now on its way to temporarily becoming a program in the system, another cog in the thinking machine that kept all life on Neo-Terra in check and balance. [-Okay Krys I'm in. Any sign of trouble yet?-] {No, and that can only mean they're fortifying the place to ensure we don't get any further in or any closer to coming out.} [-Then let's see what we can do about disabling that communications shield. I'm bringing up the building schematics...mmm...got it! Downloading to your opti-visor now.-] Numerous images flashed across the screen over Kryssa's eye. She studied them all intently. [-Can you see where the relevant terminal is located?-] {Yes I can}. [-Well don't you think it's running a little too smoothly for your liking?-] {Indeed it is.} Kryssa aimed her MRG and let fly with a triple burst rocket. [-Perfect. I'm transmitting a distress signal...alright back up is on its way at last! Now let's see what else is hidden in here.-] Kryssa resumed watching the hallway while sorting through the myriad of new emotions that were flooding through her. Valerie seemed a lot more confident now that she was playing at her own game and she clearly had more potential than she immediately let on. Was it possible that...did she actually feel something in the way of happiness for the cheetah bunny? {Valerie we're running short on time, how much longer do you need?} [-I don't know, this thing's fighting tooth and nail to keep me out. I need to try something...just a second...okay that's definitely made it think twice....ah and now it's relenting. Files are coming in.-] There was a long pause, silence hung in the air weighed down by tension that was only matched by the shattering scream that suddenly broke through it. [-OH BY DEUS!!!-] {Valerie, what is it?} [-The scale of this operation is astounding! According to these shipping records they've managed to produce and move over 600 million units of those damn guns this month alone!-] {Well of course, from what we've seen they've more than sufficient equipment here for mass production}. [-No you don't understand Krys, out of that number only 15% came from this location!-] Another pause. {What exactly are you saying Valerie?} Kryssa at last replied. [-This isn't some subtle, small time operation, this thing's going on NATIONWIDE!!-] Kryssa breathed heavily, she knew she should probably be surprised but somehow she'd figured as much. {Can you get the locations of the other sites?} [-No they're not listed. But listen Krys there's something far more serious we have to contend with here. Those guys that have been trying to give us lead poisoning all day? They' don't actually work here, they're just extra muscle sent to keep things in check.-] {Then where are the ones who actually make the weapons?} Another brief silence ensued. {Valerie?} [-Right now they're being held hostage at this location which I've marked on the schematics. Seems that while we were busy dodging bullets and slime someone rounded them all up and hauled them in for questioning. They must think one of them alerted us!-] There was no response on Kryssa's end but Val didn't seem to notice. [-I'm sending HQ the full amount of data now....hold on, mainframe's giving me hassle again......alright done, I'm coming out.-] Valerie opened her eyes as her soul left the Hyper-Realm to nestle safely back in the warm flesh and blood womb of her body. "Mission accomplished Kryssa! Re-enforcements should be here in less than 20 minu..." Val looked around the room and noticed with alarm that she was alone. "Kryssa?" But the bat was gone and it was no great mental leap to guess where to. "Oh no!" Valerie groaned as she grabbed her rifle and ran off after the bat. --- * 6:00 p.m.- Kryssa watched the four guards patrolling the storage room ahead as she dragged the body of the Labrador behind a stack of steel plates. Quietly as possible she lay him down and placed his paw over the gaping wound in his head. The feeling of anger burned subtly in her as she wiped the bone fragments from his skull off her MRG. Taking another quick look at the guards, the bat slipped off her coat and did a check of her suit's stealth systems. All were activated and functioning perfectly, she'd expected no less from military R&D. Grabbing the magazine out of the canine's weapon, Kryssa slowly edged out from behind the stack, angled around and plastered herself against the wall. There she stayed for a moment, breathing shallowly and letting her sonar hearing pick up on any helpful natter. "Guys, I don't mean to wreck the mood but how much trouble are we in here?" "(groan) Deus above Marv, must you bring that up now?" "Well sorry but I like to know where I stand when a crisis blows up in our face." Kryssa began to inch her way across the room. Without her white trench coat she blended in quite well with the shadows cast from the massive stacks of freezers and spare materials. "...I'm just saying I signed up for this joint cause I got a natural talent for making morphs do an exemplary job whether they want to or not. Not to take the rap for some whiny ass lupine just because the son of a bitch can't keep a tab on who comes in or goes out." Krys approached the corner and maneuvred herself so she could get behind the guards. "I'd be mindful of those words chum, that 'whiny ass lupine' is the only reason you're not at the bottom of the Hudson right now!" Krys switched her MRG from burst rocket to electro-shock mine and took aim. A small, box shaped explosive shot out and landed near the guard on the far left. "Wait! What was that?" The mine reared up on four thin metallic legs , trotted happily into the centre of the congregation... "What the !?" And Kryssa shielded her self from the blinding flash as all four guards were subjected to 400 million volts being sent up their jacksies. She barely paid the twitching, charred bodies a second glance before opening the doors and running through. "Whoah, not so fast there bat bitch!" Kryssa paused and then jerked her body to the right narrowly avoiding a burst of 10mm caseless from behind her. She whirled round to face her attacker only to feel something fast and hard collide with her leg and throw her off balance. 'Think you've long outstayed your welcome.' The voice sneered as its owner lay into her with another burst. Kryssa threw her head back, cringing as a bullet tore through the top of her good ear, and initiated a scissor kick, bringing her latest assailant, a brown bear, down to the ground with her. She wasted no time in grabbing his paws and bending his fingers backwards until she heard the satisfying snap of bones breaking. The ursine screamed as she ripped the gun out of his broken paws and grabbed the underside of his muzzle, allowing him a brief moment to quake in terror at the sight of her enraged, blood strewn features before she slashed him violently across the face, not even caring how much flesh or fur she tore off. Her final act was to smash the unfortunate ursine on the ground and brutally kick him in the ribs, breaking two of them, before she grabbed his weapon and pulled the clip out. The bat took a moment to steady herself and then opened the next set of doors. To be met with a whole host of morphs waiting on the opposite side. All had armoured vests on and were carrying rifles. "There she is!!" "Waste the bitch!!" Kryssa darted away from the door and against the wall, not even feeling the bullets tearing through her already badly damaged wings and impacting on the armor of her suit as she drew her U.A.P. and set it to armor piercing. As the guards rushed in she pulled a frag grenade and lobbed it at them. "FUCK! EVERYBODY SCATTER!!" All the guards dived in various directions as bits of jagged metal flew everywhere, skewering legs and arms and ricocheting off crates. Kryssa quickly gauged who was still uninjured enough to come at her and started blasting knee caps with deadly precision, a feeling of almost sadistic glee shooting through her as each morph wailed in the pain of their joints being blown apart by the bullets. Exhaling she began kicking rifles out of reach as several of the guards frantically tried to crawl over to get them. One of them managed to get his fingers around the barrel but Kryssa saw to that by wrenching the rifle out of his grip and smashing it down on his paw hard enough to break through the bones. "Eaarrrgghhh, r-rot in hell, suckhead!" Kryssa looked down at the guard, an otter this time, and nodded her admiration at his defiance. Turning to a stack of barrels that was suspended on an over head conveyor belt she set her gun to plasma beam and blew the harness joints off. The otter never once cried out the whole time his body was being battered mercilessly by falling barrels. Kryssa bolted through one final set of doors and found herself in a massive bi-level processing facility that looked like it had just come from the latest *Hellraiser* installment. Everywhere she looked bodily parts and organs were being shuffled around on conveyors, being fed into various massive machines that were spitting out fleshy monstrosities and carrying them down to the next level where they were assembled into more orga-guns before being placed in refrigerated crates. The bat crouched behind one of the machines and focused her mind to keep a lid on the spinning cyclone of wrath that was tearing her up inside. \*Remember, someone has to pay for this! And the dead can't hand over cash.\* Kryssa clenched her fists and steeled herself. What she'd done outside had been in self-defence but it would do no good to fly into a berserk rage here. She needed as much hard evidence as possible. Slowly Kryssa set her launcher down on the ground and let her logical mind get to work on steadying her emotions. Just in time to hear the sound of someone crying out in terror and then being silenced by gunfire. Kryssa shot back to her feet and listened intently. She'd been so concerned with preventing herself from being blinded by rage again she'd totally forgotten to listen out for any one else who might be in the room. "Well girl, is feeling starting to return to your tongue or do I need to kill someone else!? Maybe I'll eventually reach a morph you can't do without!" Kryssa narrowed her eyes and began slinking around the machinery to get a better look. "No use trying to play dumb with us, bitch! There's only one way short of magic the C.S.F. could be knocking at our door!!" The voice threatened "Please, we swear in the presence of the Deus, we didn't say anything to anyone." Another voice pleaded. "It's most likely your fault for not posting guards to watch over the morgue!" A braver sounding voice suggested. The response was another round of shots being fired. Kryssa grit her teeth as the anger bubbling in her rose by another few degrees. "Well only two left now girl. Really hope your tongue doesn't stay numb for much longer." The sinister voice chided. Kryssa at last reached a gap in the machines and peered through. The sight that greeted her would've made even the strongest stomach turn. 21 morphs were situated in the centre of the conveyors. 14 of which were lying on the floor with smoking holes in their heads. Two, a panda and a calico, were tied up and cowering in the corner, two, both pigs, were staring at them with depraved amusement as they taunted them with their rifles, one, a wolf in a business suit, was staring with decided unease at the carnage and one, a rat in military fatigues, was holding onto the hair of a petrified white cat, dangling her over the guard rails and into the spinning intake fan of one of the machines on the level below. "Err, guys d-d-don't you think this is getting a bit pointless?" The wolf asked nervously. "I mean the punching and the pistol-whipping I could understand, but I don't want the boss getting angry at us for ruining a perfectly good work force." "Then find a way to justify it you useless panel pusher!" The rat spat back as he jerked the feline further into the deadly suction of the fan. "Hey Roland, any idea why none of the strike teams ain't come back yet? I wan 'em to see our pretty girls piss themselves with terror." One of the pigs leered as he thrust his rifle towards them in a very provocative way. "Shut it Stukey! It's bad enough having you around without you spreading your sick fantasies to others." The rat looked back towards the door. "Where are those slackers anyway? I could have sworn I heard the door open." Kryssa hissed quietly to herself and raised her MRG in preparation. "Well will someone contact them and get them back here? I'm not cleaning this mess up myself." The other pig said looking down in disdain at the morph corpses. "So what? We jus' gotta unzip 'em and presto! More guns and we're over our quota!" The first pig said. "Nah, too much work without the preparatory serum." The second replied. Meanwhile the rat was looking in the direction of the door way with increasing suspicion. "They can't have...can they?" He put his finger up to the audio patch on his ear and activated it. "Hobbins do you copy? How's your unit doing? Over." He became distracted as he waited for the reply, which alarmed Kryssa even more when he failed to notice the feline's hair was starting to slip through his sweaty fingers, causing her to droop dangerously close to the fan. "Hobbins? HOBBINS? Dammit you better be lying in a puddle of your own blood you fucking alley cat!" Kryssa watched with increasing worry as the gap between the intake duct and the feline's head closed millimetre by precious millimetre. "Hobbins I'm not finding this funny. Respond now!!!" The rat listened intently as something incredibly weak came back over his patch. Kryssa tuned her ears and listened to it. "ksssshhhh....units out of...of...kshhssshh...watch out for...kshhssshh...for bat...bat's coming your way!" "WHAT!?" the rat shouted as he raised his arm in surprise, causing the kitty's hair to slip free and leave her tumbling down into the fan. "Oh piss." The rat said as if he'd dropped a contact lens. Forgoing any thoughts of staying hidden, Kryssa leapt on top of the machines and launched a rocket with reduced payload at the fan. The feline fell face first into the explosion and then rolled over onto the ground, a little cooked but mercifully still alive. "Whaaaat? Shit! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" The wolf screamed and ran for the exit. Kryssa did a somersault and nailed him in the chops with a flying kick sending him into the wall. The lupine immediately tried to reach into his coat but Kryssa simply grabbed his arm and dug her claws in enough to force him to drop the pistol he was attempting to pull out. "Please sir, I must ask you not to." She said coldly as she ejected the magazine and smashed the barrel against the machine hard enough to bend it. "No, w-w-w-wait you need me! I know everything about..." "Please, save ummph!" one of the voices wailed before something was shoved in its mouth. Kryssa jerked her head back in time to hear the awful but unmistakable sound of a gun being discharged in an enclosed space. "I can't stand guys that scream." The first pig mused. And just like that, Kryssa lost it. The cataclysmic anger boiling in her body suddenly erupted with a force that would've put Mount St. Helens to shame. Slamming the wolf as hard as she could into the side of the machines, Kryssa let go and set the grenades on her belt to go off simultaneously. With fire blazing in her eyes the bat tossed the belt onto one of the lower level conveyor belts and quickly activated the sonar generator on her vocal chords. As machine gun fire pelted her cover, Kryssa reared back and let loose with a sonic screech that sounded like a choir of banshees trying to sing soprano. "AAAGHHHH, YE DEUS MY EARS!!!!" The rat yelled as his fire became more erratic due to the sensory over load. Taking a deep breath Kryssa emitted another sonic screech as she raised her launcher and began spewing rockets like rain drops. --- \*Oh by Deus, oh by Deus, oh by Deus...\* Val could do nothing but repeat the phrase to herself as she followed the trail of severely injured bodies that the bat had left in her wake, using her shock-core rifle to stun any that looked as though they might try to get up and attack her. Revulsion simmered in the felapin's stomach with each morph she passed. She could see that the majority of the wounds were not fatal and considering the number who were glaring at her and still groping fruitlessly for something to shoot her with, Val could guess that Kryssa had been provoked into letting loose but it was still a horrific sight. Masses of huge bleeding gashes, bones torn out of their sockets, tendons trailing out of arms, guns speared through paws and legs. It was all too much for the poor felapin to bear. Val choked back another wave of nausea as she continued onwards. This was the Kryssa Valhorren everybody else knew, the cold hearted killing machine that all lived in fear of. Valerie cringed, she knew this side of the bat was there but it was still a terrible shock to see it for real. \*Makes you wonder if what you later went through traumatised you as much as whatever she had to endure.\* Val wiped away a tear as she picked up her pace. [Pericles, this is Valerie. I-I think you'd better organise a team of meds to follow the back up. Actually on second thought make it two!] \>Understood Agent Piersen, what's Agent Valhorren's status?\< Valerie closed her eyes and shook her head in sadness [I, I'm afraid we got separated. I'm homing in on her location now.] Pericles seemed to note the despair in her voice as he sent back. \>Just hang in there, Agent Piersen. I've received the information you sent, the Network is now aware of what's going on thanks to you. Your top priority now is to locate Agent Valhorren and get out safely. Relax, your back up is almost there.\< The computer soothed. Valerie nodded and continued her frantic search. What the bat had done on her rampage thus far had been bad but that only meant Kryssa had been equally battered as well and Val didn't think she could forgive herself if anything fatal happened to her. Yes the bat may have been gifted with incredible endurance but she wasn't immortal. "Ughhh, m-m-m-miss agent, ma'am..." Val turned and found a bear looking pleadingly up at her, paws broken with flesh and fur hanging from his face in bloody tattered shreds. She gulped as the nausea grew stronger and looked away, praying she wasn't going to be sick again. "P-p-p-please, it hurts. I tried to...stop her and she made me hurt...p-please...stop the hurting." He said childishly. More tears ran down Val's cheek as she lowered her shock-core rifle. \*You should've known better.\* She swallowed and hit him in the head with a stun ray, temporarily putting him out of his misery. \*You really should've.\* An explosion rocked the ground, reverberating from up ahead. Gripped by fear, Valerie did another one of her cheetah sprints past the rest of the bodies, through the doors into the now smoked filled room at the end. Switching the IR filters on in her eyes, Val stepped around the sparking, destroyed machinery to be met with the same scene of carnage, only now most of the corpses were covered in dust and soot and among them lay a slowly writhing rat and pig, both of whom looking as though they'd caught the wrong end of a frag missile with their torsos. The calico and white cat (who'd managed to limp back up from the second level) were still cowering but not from the goons, now it was from Kryssa who was preparing to add to the number of deceased with the pig she was torturing. "Schmed woman! It was only a fucking pandaaaIIIERRGHH!" The mammal wailed as Kryssa bent his arm behind his back more and more, obviously waiting for the sound of joints breaking apart. "No, no wait I'll talk, I-I'll spill my gAHHHIEE **ARRRRGHHHH**!!!!" Kryssa at last got her wish as the pig's arm eventually gave into the strain and separated from the elbow. "AIIIERRRGGHH, YOU BIAAAAGHHH!" The pig wailed in unimaginable agony as Kryssa dug her claws into the gap between shoulder and arm and wrenched those apart too before she smashed his face into the charred black corpses of the gun processing machines and then jammed her launcher against his head. A bitter hiss escaped her lips as her fingers began to tighten on the trigger. "Kryssa stop it!! For the love of the Deus, STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!" Valerie cried running into the centre of the room. The bat turned to regard her arrival, blood dripping from several wounds but still not a flicker of discomfort in her rage saturated eyes. "Kryssa, what do you think you're doing?" "Making one atone for his crimes." The bat said in a voice that could've frozen Mercury. Valerie looked down at the dead panda, the two still alive felines, the mangled, barely conscious bodies of the rat and the other pig and the broken up one that Kryssa was now standing over. A unstoppable urge to just bolt from the premises and run somewhere dark where she could just cry her eyes out began to stir in the felapin but it was quickly overtaken by something else, something more bold. "Kryssa." She said placing her paw on the launcher and pushed it down. "Look around, see what you've done." The cheetah rabbit indicated the carnage. "You can justify everything up until this point as self defence, but you can't excuse this." She looked up into the bat's violet eyes as tears again began streaming down her face. "They massacred 15 morphs in cold blood!!" Kryssa sneered. "There's nothing you could have done about it." Valerie nodded to the felines. "B-But you got here in time to save what you could. K-K-Killing him now won't bring any one back." She said, begging Kryssa with her eyes. "P-P-Please Kryssa, d-d-don't do this. We n-need him to be punished properly in the Justice Courts, it's the only way to prove we're not as monstrous as he is." The felapin took her paw off the launcher and wiped the overflow of tears from her eyes while mentally kicking herself. \*What was that for? She's on the warpath, she isn't gonna care what I have to say. Hell, nobody does on these things!\* Kryssa stared at the hybrid as a very unusual change came over her. The anger gripping her soul seemed to suddenly start dissolving away at her pleading words. As she watched Val standing there, summoning every last ounce of strength to stop herself from breaking down completely, Kryssa felt her vision start to clear, the veil of unbridled wrath was lifting from her eyes allowing her to see things rationally again. Sighing, the bat reached down, and switched off her launcher. "I have to admit it Valerie, when you're right, you're right." She stared back at the bruised and battered pig and gave him one last bash on the skull with the butt of her MRG. "Help escort those two out. I'll make sure these three get to the detention wagon." She said to the now shocked cheetah bunny. \*I-I'm right? She thinks I'm right?\* "Hurry Valerie, they may have more guards hiding in wait." Val felt herself kick into auto, running over to cut the calico loose and help the white one lean on her, her mind barely able to comprehend what had transpired. --- \-8:45 p.m.- Val watched in a mixture of worry and relief as the C.S.F. surgeons and medi-meks worked to patch Kryssa's wounds up. She was subconsciously glad they'd both made it back safely but right now the majority of her mind was still reeling from the most recent events. She still couldn't believe that during Kryssa's moment of pure insanity, when she was supposed to have abandoned all sense of reason or logic and lived only to kill, she'd relented. Because of Valerie, because of what Valerie had said. The bunny felt a queer rush of several emotions wash over her. \*She listened to me! She actually trusted me enough to take my opinion!\* "BUNNY GIRL!" Val looked up and suddenly found herself being wrapped up in the arms of a disheveled but very relieved vixen. "Oh thank the Deus the two of you made it back!" "It's okay Sharon I'm fine. Just a couple of scrapes and bruises. Course it could've been a lot worse if Kryssa hadn't been there." Sharon sat next to her and regarded the bat. "Yeah nasty job they did on her as usual." She folded her arms behind her head and watched in contempt "Even she doesn't deserve to keep being subjected to that kind of punishment." A small smile graced the vixen's lips as she patted Val's shoulder. "Still she got you out of there safely with the information you needed so in the end it was all worth it. Same here too." Val looked back and saw Jason being helped onto a bed. The poor fox was nursing his arm which appeared to have been ripped open from shoulder to elbow but that wasn't what caught the cheetah bunny's attention. It was the unusually shaped bruise surrounding his left eye. Val studied the bruise closely, something was bothering her trained forensic insight, it looked almost like, like... "Sharon, did someone smack your partner in the face with a boiled omnosh lobster?" The vixen grimaced. "Let's just say it was not a wise idea to pick a booth in that place." "Don't feel too bad Sharon, Jase said it was thanks to your intuition and fast acting that he's still in one piece." Commander Cyan entered the observation room followed closely by Dr. Wren and one of Pericles's probes. "Well it seemed only right Cyan. I mean after all it's my fault I got a craving for shellfish and landed us in that predicament in the first place." The vixen smiled. "So what's the story now?" "High Command has reviewed both your reports and while they do not entirely agree with Kryssa's handling of what could have been vital evidence they are pleased that you were able to shut down that supply of orga-guns." Cyan said. "So what happens now?" \-The Network has informed all other C.S.F. branches in the U.S. of our findings and ordered them to begin searching for other areas where these guns are being manufactured. Whatever it takes this operation will be stamped out.- Pericles promised. "What about us?" Val asked. "Jason's wound is severe but he'll recover." Dr. Wren said as she adjusted her glasses. "As for Kryssa, well it really is no contest. She'll be home in time for supper." "For right now I want all of you to take a day or two off to recuperate. Let's see what the other branches can find." Cyan looked at her wounded agents with almost motherly concern "Heaven knows you've earned it." "Even so I'd appreciate it if Valerie could pop in sometime and help me with analysing the orga-weapons we already have." Dr. Wren said. "You won't have to ask me twice." Val quipped. "After today I hope you'll understand if I make it a personal matter to get to the bottom of this." "Trust me Valerie, you won't be the only one taking this personally." Cyan gazed down in contemplation. \*When some one does this to my agents damn right **I** take it personally!!\* --- \-10:00 p.m.- Val stood outside HQ waiting for an available public slider to arrive so she could go home. Sleep was sounding very promising to the hybrid but her mind was too busy going over everything she'd seen that day, particularly the parts pertaining to Kryssa. If today had shown her nothing else it was a perfect demonstration of how wrong and yet at the same time how right gossip could be. She'd seen the side of Kryssa everybody else saw and feared, and she'd also seen the side they'd all been blind to. The part that actually cared for other morphs, the light amidst all the darkness of her soul. \*The part I now recognise is what drew me to her in the first place.\* Val sighed sadly. She'd decided to leave early, knowing that if she tried to say thank you or goodbye to the bat she'd never have been able to hold herself back. The sound of powerful engines being gunned caught Valerie's attention. She turned in time to see Kryssa burst out of the C.S.F. parking lot riding atop a Kojima Dark Angel slider bike like some neo-gothic crusader on her trusted steed (no doubt customised judging by how much extra power the engines were spewing out.). Krys dropped into a lower gear and pulled up next to the startled felapin inciting a gasp. "Just thought I'd say goodbye to you before you left." She extended her hand while Val fought back a sudden need to bolt for the nearest dark alleyway. \*Deus Krys, please don't do this! I can't keep this facade up much longer!\* "Valerie?" The felapin swallowed and took courage in both her paws. "Thanks Krys, I hope you get home safely." She gingerly shook paws. "Your concern is appreciated but I'll be alright." She looked the cheetah bunny over. "I hope you're not planning on going to any night time gatherings dressed like that though." Val followed her gaze down and it was then she finally noticed how dirty and blotched her coat was. "Oh no! And my washing machine isn't due to be fixed until next week!" She gathered up her trench coat and observed the stains. Blood was crusted everywhere along with globs of industrial waste, grime, even a small patch of vomit from where she'd been sick earlier. Val groaned in aggravation. "Of all the times for me to ruin my last good uniform, I'll never be able to get this clean in time for when we have to be at work again!!" She sighed, cursing the fact that normal laundrettes didn't stock the necessary equipment for washing C.S.F. attire. Kryssa silently contemplated the matter. It wasn't that she was worried for the hybrid. just that she felt like she owed her something in return for all the trust she'd shown during the day. "Well..if you want you could come to my place and get cleaned up. I only live in the next sector." Val's eyes went wide with anticipation and apprehension. \*If I do that, then it really is over. I'll never be able to keep a lid on my feelings in her domain.\* Valerie opened her mouth to politely decline the offer and instead heard herself say "I would appreciate that very much Krys." "Then hop on." Kryssa said as she revved the bike up and put on her helmet. --- * 10:35 p.m.- "The washing machine is just down the hall, right next to the bathroom." Kryssa indicated the way as they stepped into her apartment. "Okay thanks, I'll be done shortly." Val took off her coat. 'Wait, let me give you my clothes too." Val froze at the familiar sound of a stealth suit being depressurised and unzipped. "Here." She turned with trepidation to find Kryssa wearing just a grey tank top and matching panties. She closed her eyes as she snatched the bat's suit out of her hand trying not to gawp at all the toned muscle and soft fur now on display . \*Oh MUST she torture me like this too!?.\* The hybrid thought as she dashed out of the living room. --- * 10:37 p.m.- Val tossed the clothes into the machine and set it on a complete wash, spin, rinse, dry, press and fold cycle before checking on Kryssa. She was sitting in an oversized barcalounger calmly awaiting the felapin's return. Groaning heavily Val plopped down against the machine and tried to untwist her head. \*Why does this have to happen to me? Why does the love of my life have to be sitting half naked in the living room and me left with over 60 minutes of cowering in here in indecision? What am I supposed to do?\* She of course knew the answer to that: get out there, tell her the truth and face whatever it may incur. And if Kryssa threw her out in disgust well fine, at least then she'd have a final definite answer. \*But if I have no choice then I want to show her how much I truly care for her. How much she means to me.\* She unzipped her collar and rubbed the link points on her spine. \*How much I'm willing to do anything for-\* Val stopped as she felt over her throat. Realisation hit her in the face like she'd just stepped out into the midst of a blizzard. \*Of course! How could I have been so stupid??\* --- * 10:38 p.m.- Kryssa sat in the living room, head propped on one arm, contemplating the events of the day. No doubt there would be serious long term repercussions for what they'd done. Who ever was running this show was going to demand blood for his/her losses and the many innocent morphs who worked for the C.S.F. would present a most suitably tempting target. \*Valerie would be an ideal start.\* Krys hissed bitterly at the thought. If anyone ever so much as looked at that cheetah bunny the wrong way she'd rip their eyes out then chainsaw their fingers off and ask them how THEY liked it. No, as long as she still had a single spark of energy left in her no harm would ever come to Valerie, she'd make sure of that. "Uh Krys?" She looked up to see the hybrid in question standing in the door way. Krys noted she looked extremely on edge about something. "I trust you didn't have any problems?" "No they'll be done in an hour or so, listen Kryssa there's something I need to ask you. It's a very strange question and I'll understand if it's too personal but I have to ask anyway." "Do so, I have nothing to hide." Val swallowed hard. "Are you seeing anyone at the moment?" Kryssa shook her head. 'Nope, given my general appearance and the rumours around town most morphs simply find me too intimidating and dangerous to get emotionally attached." "Good because there's something I need to tell you now. It's been eating away at my heart all of today and, well to be totally honest, every day for the last four years. I'm sorry in advance and I'll understand completely if afterward you feel disgusted with me and never want to see me again but I can't hold it in any longer." Kryssa narrowed her eyes and scanned the bunny, noting how she was fidgeting and trembling terribly. "You'd better just say it then." Valerie swallowed, the saliva felt as heavy as lead in her throat. She breathed deeply before opening her mouth and letting it all spill out. "Kryssa Valhorren, ever since I first saw you in the ER after the Consuelo Incident I've been harbouring a crush the size of Alaska on you. Every time I catch a glimpse of you in the corridors I feel like I'm walking on air, every night you fill my dreams and make me feel at peace. Whenever I'm in the locker room I stand under the shower you use in hopes of catching some faint remains of your scent. I almost die with grief and worry every time you go out on another suicidal assignment only to be reborn when you return. When Cyan told me we'd be working together my heart kept doing back flips the whole rest of the morning. You mean everything to me Kryssa, no matter how hard or dark times get I always take comfort knowing you're in the world." The felapin paused for breath, leaving the bat staring gobsmacked at her as she tried to process everything she'd just heard. \*Is...Is she serious? Yes she must be.\* "Valerie I, " Krys began. The bunny put a finger to her lips. "Please don't talk, this is hard enough for me to say already." Kryssa nodded and closed her mouth. "I got drawn in by the rumours. I was so mortally afraid of what you'd do if anyone, let alone another female, tried to approach you. But today I've learned just how wrong all that gossip was. You're not as bad or crazy as they say...well okay maybe you are, but you're also understanding and supportive of others." She kneeled. "And I know this probably didn't matter much to you, but back then in the plant you showed you actually care what I have to say. In all my life most morphs have never respected my opinion on anything besides issues pertaining to my profession but you showed you do, and that just makes me want you even more." The felapin took hold of Kryssa's hand. "What I'm trying to say is that I really care for you Kryssa. Heck, why am I even trying to deny it? I love you Kryssa." She cocked her head as her paws pulled her collar aside, exposing her neck. "And now I want to prove just how much that love means. I want to help you fulfill one of your greatest fantasies and let you enjoy what all other members of your series enjoy." She watched as realisation sunk into the bat's features . "Please Kryssa, I want you to drink my blood. Taste it, treasure it, it's yours." Kryssa just sat there looking dumbfounded. She turned to look into the hybrid's eyes, nothing but the utmost sincerity radiated back. She hung her head "No Valerie I can't, I swore an oath to my foster parents-" "That you'd never take blood from a morph against their will. I'm consensually giving it to you. Surely even they couldn't find fault in that." Krys looked up again. Yes it was true, she'd never vowed against taking blood from morphs if they wanted her to do so, and the thought of finally indulging in tasting it. Krys ran her eyes down Val's neck. Her jugular was pulsing with the normal rhythmic beats that indicated there was a good healthy heart attached to it. She felt her mouth starting to water, the thought alone was making her drool. \*Blood, purest life giving liquid.\* She gazed back into the bunny's eyes "You aren't afraid I'll desire more than you can give and drain you dry?" Val smiled slightly "I know everything there is to know about you, your series gets on just fine with a pint or two per month." She reached out behind the bat's head and grabbed onto her hair. "However if it's really that much of a concern to you then if I start feeling weak I'll pull hard as a signal for you to stop" "What about afterwards?" " I'm equipped with an experimental regeneration aug. The instant you stop so will the bleeding regardless of how much anti-coagulant you put in me." Her face collapsed into need. "Please Krys, I want you to do this." Kryssa gently gripped Valerie's shoulder as her head was brought over the hybrid's neck. The cheetah bunny's facial fur felt quite soft against her cheek, just as well really because for the first time in her life, the bat found herself unable to follow through. For an eternity she just stayed there paralysed, watching the artery pulse. It lay there waiting for her, a simple flesh barrier protecting one of the most vital substances in existence. A quick nip and she'd have access to it in all its goodness. But still... "Please Krys, it's there for you to take." Val pleaded as she stroked her hair, trying to reassure the bat. Kryssa waited for several more minutes, drool dripping off her fangs as she wrestled to decide... ...and then with a loud hiss she opened her mouth and bit down hard on the tempting flesh, puncturing through with ease. Valerie winced at the pain but it quickly subsided into a sensation of absolute euphoria as she felt the bat's long tongue start to lick at the flowing blood. Put simply she felt joy, she felt satisfaction, she felt peace, and most importantly she felt love. She knew with certainty that this was right and that she'd treasure the moment for all eternity afterward. "That's it Krys, drink as much as you need, it's all for you." Krys barely heard the words as her licks sped up into a frenzy. The taste was unlike anything she could've imagined. It was sweeter than any honey produced by a bee, richer than any chocolate in Belgium. Heaven itself could not compare to how incredible the blood tasted as it flowed over her tongue, delighting all her taste buds simultaneously. Kryssa sank her fangs in deeper allowing more of the rich coppery liquid to flow into her eager mouth, it was smooth going down her throat and made her stomach feel oh so warm. And as she licked she became aware of another sensation, her muscles seemed to surge with renewed vigour and her wounds felt better. Her stamina began to rise again as she sensed her body returning to a state of readiness. It was literally as if she was drinking liquid energy. \*I don't think I'll ever get enough of this.\* She thought as she continued to lick. The artery kept spurting hot, red goodness all over her face which pleased her to no end. Eventually she felt the hard tug on her hair as Valerie signified she needed to stop. Kryssa registered the gesture but found herself unable to cease lapping up the sweet, sweet liquid. Valerie pulled a little more forcefully. \*But there's still so much there for the taking!\* Kryssa knew it was true and the temptation to keep going was strong but the risk to Valerie wasn't worth it. Summoning all her will power, Kryssa withdrew her tongue and took her fangs out of the bunny's neck. Val's paws immediately went up to cover the wound as the bat released her hold and backed off. For a moment she watched in concern as Val felt over her bloodied neck, afraid she'd gone too far. But that was soon quelled by the bunny lowering her paws to take ahold of the bat's, a reassuring smile spread over her muzzle. "It's okay Krys. Just needed to check the thing was working properly." Krys looked over her neck, the bleeding had stopped but where she'd bitten her there now existed two perfect tiny circles of scar tissue. "It doesn't seem to go the full way in terms of removing all traces of the injury." Val blushed again (something which Kryssa noted made her look exceptionally adorable). "Actually I made it do that. I kinda want to keep it as a reminder, to show how much you mean to me." She looked up into the bat's eyes. "So did you enjoy it?" Kryssa's maintained her stern expression for as long as she could, but bit by bit it cracked and Valerie found herself witnessing a truly rare sight: Kryssa smiling gently at her. "Valerie, until now I didn't think anything could taste as good as that did. It truly is worthy of being called a life substance." She licked her lips. "Words simply cannot describe how wonderful it was. My strength is renewed, my body feels fit again." She checked under one of the bandages on her arm. "My wounds are even more satisfactorily healed." Valerie just blinked, allowing two tears to roll down and be lost in the black fur of her stripes. \*She really should smile more often it makes her look cute.\* Kryssa's face resumed its sterner composure but glee continued to dance in her eyes. "Valerie this is an incredibly touching thing you've done for me. Is there anyway I can repay you? Just say it and I'll do it." \*Just say it.\* The invitation could not have been plainer, which only made it harder for the felapin to do so. She was at the moment of truth and was petrified of what would happen once she stepped over the line. However it seems there was still a lingering ember of courage in her for somehow she found the nerve to ask. "W-w-would you m-make love to me?" Kryssa stepped in front of the bunny again and gently caressed her shoulders. "If that's what you wish." she said as her claws moved to depreassurise and unzip Valerie's stealth suit all the way. The bunny squirmed slightly as she felt her suit being delicately but expertly slid off her body. She gingerly stepped out of it and Kryssa folded it and put it away. Turning to face the opposite direction she gasped as she felt the bat's claws hook into her under shirt, her arms rising almost mechanically so it could be removed. Krys then took hold of her panties and pulled them off with the same grace and expertise. Val's breathing became more rapid as she felt over her nakedness. She was scarcely able to believe that this was actually happening, that after years of hiding and fantasising she was at last exposing herself to her crush for real. She felt terribly self-conscious and exposed, yet at the same time an odd sensation of freedom and liberation mingled within her. "Valerie please, turn around." Tentatively she did so to see Kryssa pull off her own top and panties. Val was shocked. For a bat that regularly got shot, stabbed, shredded, broken and blown up Krys had a stunning body! Sure she had a number of scars and several more cybernetic replacement patches on her arms and legs but none of it could take away from the sheer beauty of the figure that stood before the bunny. Wonderfully well groomed brown fur stretched over taut muscles that were developed to the point of indicating considerable strength while still maintaining all the allure of femininity. Val fought for something to say but her mind seemed to have been totally erased of all vocabulary. All she could do was stand and stare as Krys sat back down and regarded her with equal approval. "Here, come sit on my lap." The hybrid felt her body move on it's own at the command, gliding forward as if carried by a gentle breeze to settle on the bat's legs. For the longest time the two morphs sat in silence as they looked each other over. Val was simply in awe, she'd fantasised about seeing Kryssa naked hundreds of times but now that she was seeing her in the fur she was gob smacked at how bland her imagination was. "What are you thinking about Valerie?" "What?" Val shook her self out of the trance like state. "You were miles away." She sighed and shook her head. "I was just thinking about how incredibly beautiful you are and how unbelievably sexy your body is and, and how long I've yearned for this moment to happen and...well now that it finally is, I-I don't know what to do or how to begin." "Then let's take this in stages. What's something simple we can start with?" Val hesitated for a moment "W-Well...I'd love for you to kiss me." One of Kryssa's hands reached up to cup the bunny's face and bring their heads together. She sensed the felapin was still quite nervous, she could practically hear her heart beating a mile a minute. "Relax Valerie. Breathe like I told you before." She nodded and took a few deep breaths. Kryssa embraced her and gave her a few more seconds before closing the last inch between them and pressing her lips to the bunny's. Val's heart did a jump worthy of Olympic standards in her chest as she felt the bat kiss her, her lips felt so comfortably warm against hers, quite soothing in fact. After a minute she started to relax and opened her mouth, allowing Krys to slide the long silky length of her tongue in and explore her on the inside. \*Wow, it feels like a buttered up eel.\* She used her own tongue to stroke Kryssa's, enjoying the satiny feel of it as it lightly rubbed against her tonsils then moved up to caress the roof of her mouth. Val wrapped her arms around the bat and held her closely as the kiss intensified. Kryssa probed every inch of her mouth while Val, not having as long a tongue, made do with caressing and teasing it as it went about. After keeping this up for almost five more minutes Kryssa withdrew and allowed the hybrid room to breathe again. Val laid her head on the bat's chest as feelings of satisfaction washed over her. "So, did you like that?" "Oh Kryssa, that was wonderful." "I wanted it to be special for you Valerie." She looked up "You know you don't have to keep addressing me so formally. Call me 'Val' or even if you want 'Bunny girl'." Kryssa cocked an eyebrow. "Bunny girl??" "It's Sharon's little nick-name for me. I know it's pretty corny but I've always liked the way it sounds." Krys pondered for a moment. "Very well then Bunny girl, what would you like to do next?" Valerie cast her eyes down, still amazed at the bat's physique. "I'd like to caress you and for you to do the same to me." Krys leaned the both of them back in the chair. Tenderly she reached up and began to trace the tear stripes on Val's face noting that they did indeed add a more cuddly aura to her. Val tentatively extended her paw and caressed the bat's cheek, gently running her thumb over the metal strengtheners around her eye. Sensing no objection she moved upwards to scratch behind the bat's flesh ear while her other paw ran over her metallic one. It was amazing how well Kryssa's 'hardware' suited her. On most other morphs cyber patches looked out of place but on Krys they somehow added to her allure. Val giggled as she felt Krys' smooth duramantium coated claws lightly gliding down her chest. Unlike the rest of her body, Val's chest and stomach were covered in luxuriously soft, pure white fur which contrasted nicely with the golden fur and black spots as well as the augmented veins. Kryssa found it to be very sensual to the touch. She raked her way all down Valerie's stomach before advancing back upwards again. Back up to her breasts. Valerie gasped and shivered as she felt claws encircle her breast and then close around it and massage gently. Electricity shot through her spine at the touch causing her to arch her back and moan. Her tits were quite sensitive and the conflicting sensations of Kryssa's metal claws and her warm palm felt so good on them. A simple touch it may have been, but to the bunny at that exact moment it felt like the tip of a heaven sent ice berg. She also noticed she was becoming quite moist downstairs. Seeing her technique was having an unusually extreme effect, Kryssa reached up to fondle and massage Val's other breast as well. She guessed them to be large C-cups, similar in size to her own, capped with delicate light brown nipples that responded well under her ministrations. She continued to tenderly roll them and caress them, watching with delight at how much the bunny was enjoying this until she felt a paw brush over one of her own breasts. Val immediately withdrew but Kryssa took hold of her paw and placed it back on top. "Go ahead Bunny girl, you're not doing anything wrong." The felapin nodded and gently massaged it. Kryssa's breasts were darker in colour than hers with cone shaped nipples the colour of dark chocolate. They felt quite soft under her touch which enticed Val all the more. She sighed in contentment but found herself still wanting for something else. A strange sort of hunger was building inside the hybrid as she felt over the furry globes, there was something else she wanted to try. "Krys?" "Mmm?" "Would you mind if I suckled you?" Krys slowly shook her head so Val took her paw off the breast and gently brought her face down on level with her right nipple. Tenderly she gently licked over the tempting nub, earning a small murr of approval from the bat. Spurned on, she took the nipple in her mouth and began to suckle gently letting her other paw wander freely again around Kryssa's body. The bat closed her eyes and sighed, the feeling of being pleasured by someone was unfortunately a rather rare treat for her given the apprehension so many felt at what she might do to them. She absently stroked the bunny's ears as the long missed feelings of pleasure radiated through her body. Val licked and suckled on the nipple like a nursing baby, her apprehensions about this moment seeming more and more like a distant memory. The world outside may have been an unforgiving place, but Valerie knew that right now it could never get to her. Here, in the arms of the bat she loved, Valerie felt warm, Valerie knew she was safe, Valerie felt like the flood gates of her loins were ready to burst at any moment. "Bunny girl? Do you mind if I, " Kryssa started to ask. "Yes, yes please do." Valerie quickly responded with absolutely no idea what she was agreeing to. "You didn't give me a chance to-" Val reached up and caressed the bat's face. "Krys, whatever it is, you don't need to ask. I trust you." Kryssa blinked at the utterance of those three words. Never could she have imagined they could have such a powerful resonance. As Valerie went back to sucking on her tits, Kryssa tenderly took ahold of the bunny's left lopped ear and brought it to her mouth. Val felt a twinge of fright as she sensed what the bat was planning to do but bravely she shoved it back down and grit her teeth in preparation as Kryssa bit down on the tip of the ear and tore off a small chunk of flesh. Val lay her head on Krys chest trying to get over the initial shock and pain as Krys took the bleeding tip into her mouth and began to suck. {I'm sorry about this Valerie, but your blood is so delicious!} The pain dissipated, leaving only the comforting feeling that she was yet again bringing pleasure to the bat. [As I said before Krys, don't apologise. Just enjoy yourself.] Kryssa sighed as the wonderful taste of blood again began to trickle over her tongue while Valerie switched over to her other breast and began to suck on that one too, the nipple tasting as sweet as her life fluids. As she suckled, Val lowered one of her paws, lightly tracing over the bat's toned abs before reaching down into the waiting depths of her sex. A brief sensation of surprise shot through her when she felt how wet Kryssa was, quickly replaced by excitement at the notion that the bat was getting turned on by her actions. She stroked over the folds of Kryssa's pussy, loving the feeling of the moist flesh against her fingers while her tongue continued to tease the nipple. {Keep going Valerie, what you're doing feels wonderful.} \_. Val sent over the cerebral link as a tear of joy ran down her face. The two morphs kept this up for a while longer, Kryssa tenderly sucking on Valerie's ear while the felapin continued to suckle and stroke her. Eventually however, Kryssa decided she'd had enough and took Val's slobbered ear out of her mouth. She held it momentarily and watched in fascination as the augmented flesh immediately set about replicating itself and patching the wound back together again..\_ "Come Bunny girl." Kryssa said she took hold of the hybird "I think we should continue this in a more comfortable area." She gently lifted the bunny up off the barcalounger with her and walked out of the living room. --- * 11:00 p.m.- Kryssa carried Valerie down the corridor and into her bedroom. Slowly laying her down on the bed, Krys took a moment to step back and gaze at the felapin. Admiring her gentle curves, her absolutely adorable innocent face, her nicely sized breasts, her soft stomach, the bat couldn't help a strong feeling of lust come over her. \*She's so pretty.\* Krys got on the bed and lay down on top of the bunny. Tenderly she stroked over the soft fur of her cheek while letting herself be taken in by the felapin's blue eyes. "Bunny girl, do you trust me enough to surrender yourself fully to me?" "Yes of course, Krys." Kryssa kissed Valerie's forehead. "Then don't move." Slowly the bat kissed her way down Valerie's body, a tiny bolt of electricity shooting through the felapin's body each time Krys lips made contact with her fur, until she reached the treasure in between her legs. Val's pussy was absolutely soaked from the previous teasing and looked utterly inviting to the bat. Placing one claw on each of Valerie's legs, Krys leaned in and delivered a long lick from the base of the lips up to the clitoris. Val arched her back and moaned loudly at the sensation, a feeling which increased as Krys licked it again and again. "Oh, oooh Deus, Krys more, more please." The bat nodded and began to lick a little more fiercely at the sensitive folds. Gently she inserted one finger then added a second one and began thrusting in while continuing to lap up the tasty juices. Val's breath became ragged as the pleasure she was experiencing tripled at the inclusion of the fingers. She began thrashing wildly around as Kryssa parted her folds and began licking deeper into her depths, her long tongue reaching every part of her sex and sending Valerie to an even higher plane of ecstasy. "Deus!...oohg yes! Yes Kryssa don't stop!" She began moaning wildly as Kryssa folded her tongue up so part of it could reach her clit and stroke that too. "Oh Kryssa! P-please make me cum! I'm...eegh...I'm almost there!" Val's paws went up to stroke and caress her breasts, the waves of utter euphoria threatening to crash down on her at any minute. Kryssa slowly withdrew her tongue and kissed over Valerie's labia before executing the final part of her plan. While continuing to thrust her fingers in, Kryssa switched her vocal enhancer on before she slipped her lips over the pink pearl of the cheetah bunny's clit and subjected it to a combination of tongue tickling and deep throated humming. "Oh Kryssa, KRYSSA, KRYSSSSAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Val screamed loud enough to make even the bat proud as she felt her body being grabbed and squeezed by the grip of one of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. Juices spilled out all over the bat's muzzle which she quietly licked up as Val collapsed on the mattress with tears of joy flowing like a river down her cheeks. For a while the felapin just lay there gasping for air while the shocks died down from her cervix. Presently she felt herself being lifted back into the bat's warm embrace and nuzzled into the soft brown fur as tears continued to stream from her eyes. "I take it you enjoyed that Bunny girl?" Krys asked. "K-K-Kryssa, oh Deus...(pant)...was s-s-s-so incredible...(pant)...I never thought...." Val gave up trying to speak for the moment and instead just brought her head up to kiss the bat again, the warmth of her lips feeling so perfect that the hybrid just had to let herself go. Kryssa broke the kiss as she became aware that Valerie was crying quietly. Alarmed she began to ask what was the matter but stopped herself as she listened to the sobs. In her time with the C.S.F. Kryssa had heard many types of cries and learned how to distinguish between them. There had been those of the desperate criminals begging her not to kill them as she dragged them to the D-Wagon, there had been those of the mournful parents and children who'd lost someone they'd loved. And then there had been the third type, the relieved and joyful cries of mothers who'd been presented with a rescued cub after they'd feared the worst, and of happy morphs who she'd been able to successfully lead out of a crisis zone. And Kryssa realised that at that moment that Valerie was sobbing with happiness. "Was I really that good?" Kryssa asked as she stroked the bunny's ears. "K-K-Kryssa, that was b-b-better than I could've ever imagined. All this time, I n-never th-thought anyone could bring me as much pleasure as you did, my love." Kryssa cocked an eyebrow at the expression but held the hybrid tighter nonetheless as she and Valerie gazed into each other's eyes, finding all the warmth and compassion either could ever hope for. "Kryssa, please lie down." Val at last said. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." Krys nodded and laid on her back as Val got off the bed to regard her. "C-Could you please spread your wings for me?" Krys looked up at Val for a moment, then exhaled slowly as she unfurled her heavily scarred wings across the bed. Val looked over the burnt and stitched up flesh, examining every slash, every scar, yet feeling no revulsion. "Do you mind if I touch them?" Kryssa shook her head and lay back down as Val got on the bed again and traced over the criss-crossed scars, feeling the smoothness of the flesh under her paw pads which strangely was quite a nice feeling. "So much hurt, and none of it deserved." Val mused in sadness. Kryssa reached over and took hold of her paw. "As long as the mekaniks can keep stitching it back together, I'll be able to endure it." She said bravely. Val turned to regard the bat, seeing the determination in her eyes and finally realising why Kryssa showed such little facial expression, her eyes did it all for her. Leaning over, Valerie gave both of the bat's tits a kiss before licking her way down. "I don't think I'd care. Even with all your scars you're still the most beautiful bat I've ever seen." Kryssa sighed at the comment as she spread her legs to let Valerie slip in between them. Val trembled slightly as she looked down at the glistening bat pussy. She'd never done anything like this in her life but after seeing how pretty and inviting it looked she knew she had to try. Tenderly Val ran her finger down the wet lips, feeling the slickness of them under her paws, before lowering her head to lick over them and get a taste of the juices. They were tangy but warm, and to Valerie it was delicious. She began alternating between kissing the labia and lapping up the juices it produced, a feeling of satisfaction coming over her as Kryssa began writhing underneath her as reached down to hold her head. Val continued to kiss and lick while Kryssa moaned and relished the sensation of being pleasured by someone who wasn't afraid of her or what she might do if she stopped. Seeing Valerie down there, her cute face eating her out because she wanted to, made the experience all the more heavenly to Kryssa. \*Deus, her tongue is like velvet!\* Kryssa grabbed onto the bed covers and closed her eyes as the pleasure built up, causing more juices to spill out into Val's eager mouth. Spurned on by this, Valerie takes the pearl of the bat's clit in her mouth and began to suck, bringing more moans and hisses out of Kryssa. "E...yesss...yes V-Bunny girl...keep ahhhat it!" Val sucked harder as tears again began running down her face. Nothing but happiness resided in her soul as she felt the bat writhing more and more under her ministrations. {Don't...don't stop Valerie. Just keep going a little bit longer} Krys sent over the cerebral link. [Please, cum for me Krys, I want to make you cum.] Val kept sucking as an idea struck. Switching on the sterialisation system on her tongue Val set it to gather the static build up from her taste bud sensors and then began using her tongue to swathe over the sensitive nub while she repeated the fingering action Krys had done on her. Sensing that this was bringing the bat even closer to climax, the felapin touched her clit with the tip of her tongue and delivered a tiny static electric shock Kryssa grit her teeth and shut her eyes even tighter as the rapture surging through her body continued to escalate more and more, until it at last collapsed in on itself. With an almighty screech, Kryssa came. Sweet ripples of euphoria shooting up from her vibrating pussy as bucket loads of sweet nectar flowed out onto the hybrid's muzzle which she joyfully drank up in plentiful slurps. When at last Kryssa's orgasm subsided, she sat up and helped bring the cheetah bunny back into her waiting arms. "So I guess I did well?" Val asked as Kryssa hugged her tightly and wiped at her tear streaked cheeks. "Yes, yes you did." The two kissed again. \*Yes you did.\* Content but exhausted, the bat and the hybrid just lay in each other's arms for a while longer, revelling in the intimacy until something occurred to Valerie. "Kryssa?" "Yes Bunny girl, what do you need?" "To know just one thing: do you feel the same way about me as I do about you? Or this going to be a one night stand?" A look of utter seriousness came over the felapin's features as she spoke. "I'm not going to think any less of you, I just need to know, honestly, right now." For the longest time, Kryssa just stared at the bunny while she thought the question over. "If you wish me to be truthful Valerie, then my response right now is I don't know." Before the hybrid could answer, Krys quickly reached up and cradled her head in her hands "But that's only because I haven't had time to think it over yet. Ask me that question in about two weeks time and I'm sure I'll have a very different answer for you." Val looked relieved yet uncertainty still echoed in her features. "How can you be so sure?" Kryssa gently licked her face. "Because I can see now I need you, and I don't think you should be kept away from me any longer." Val went wide eyed. "W-what do you mean?" "My decision is made. Tomorrow we're going to go to HQ and have Pericles and Cyan officially partner us up with each other." She leaned forward and gently kissed the bunny. "Regardless of whether or not I love you, I'm still going to do everything in my power to protect you. You're too valuable to be sent out into the world alone." Val looked back at the bat with a mixture of awe and utter happiness. "You really mean that?" Kryssa nodded. "You've given me a new purpose for living Valerie Piersen, and that purpose is to ensure no harm ever comes you and that your humaness and your trust of others is allowed to be nurtured and stretch as far out in to the world as possible." Val blinked back a fresh set of tears. "I think that's a better answer to my question than anything I could have hoped for my love." She said as she hugged the bat tightly. Several more minutes passed during which neither morph said anything, until Kryssa looked down and saw the felapin was at last asleep. \*Rest now Bunny girl, may I continue to protect you in your dreams as I will in your life.\* Kryssa gently tucked the hybrid under the covers and kissed her on the forehead before turning her attention to a steel bar suspended by repulsor lifts about eight feet off the floor. Tuning her cerebral modem to it she ordered it to descend by a foot and then flipped over to catch it with her feet. (She'd actually trained herself to sleep both hanging and lying down but for tonight the more natural way sounded better). As the repulsors carried her back up, Kryssa allowed herself one final glance at the sleeping bunny beneath her before wrapping her wings around herself and closing her tired eyes, noticing that, for the first time since she could remember, she felt at peace. --- * Meanwhile - Elsewhere in the U.S. a very different bunny sat in a plush office, a scowl menacing his grey furred face as he looked over a report of what the damages caused by Valerie and Kryssa's escapade amounted to monetarily. After going through the whole thing twice he dropped the tablet on his desk and sighed in disgust. "Hounds of the C.S.F., I was beginning to wonder when they'd make their move." The lapin removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes as he contemplated his losses. "I could have handled losing the New Haven's End storage facility but this is an unacceptable abuse of their authority." His gaze turned upward to regard the bruised and beaten wolf that stood before him. "Then again it would've helped if I'd been better informed of what was going on at your end of the line!" He added icily. "D-D-D-D-Dr. Brekken, s-s-s-s-sir, I've been totally honest with you the whole time, kept you fully updated on all occurrences, production records, the whole lot!" The poor lupine pleaded. "Yet somehow you neglected to mention what you were doing with the resources to manufacture my creations!!!" Brekken put his glasses back on and sat back in his chair. "You...you said use the most readily source available, sir." "Eviscerating corpses and then just leaving them around to be displayed when you're done hardly justifies using them as a source. I'd assumed your mother would've at least had the forethought to teach you to clean up after yourself. This entire project was running smoothly beneath the Network's security radar until you screwed up." He steepled his fingers. "I admit as well, you must have been exceptionally easy on the security forces I gave you to guard that facility for them to be routed out by two mere agents." The lapin stared daggers at the wolf. "Sir they took us by surprise! I barely had enough time to erase all records of your involvement from the mainframe before they started tearing up the place. And that bat sir, she's...she's unlike anything I've seen. Sh-Sh-She took everything we could throw at her and just kept coming! It...it...it was just impossible to take her down!." The lupine shrank back as he blubbered one attempt to cover his ass after another. Brekken just exhaled and shook his head in aggravation "You're wasting my time with your excuses." Out of the darkness behind him, several NO2 darts zinged through the air and skewered the wolf right through his neck. His eyes barely had a chance to widen in realisation before the dart tips exploded and neatly severed his head from his shoulders. "But then the same could be said about your very existence." The bunny concluded as the lupine's lifeless body tumbled to the ground. "Begging is such a fruitless endeavour." A filtered voice remarked. A figure, an American Bald Eagle by series, emerged from the shadows. In the darkened state of the room not much about it could be ascertained other than it was over 7 feet tall, powerfully built, armed to the teeth and encased in some kind of black polished power armor which concealed every square inch of its body save for the great pair of brown feathered wings attached to its back and the tail feathers behind it. "Well hopefully that will be the last time I have to deal with it." Brekken sneered. "However this matter has now taken priority in our plans. The C.S.F. knows there are other facilities out there making the orga-guns and my buyers are not going to accept external sabotage as an excuse when they don't get their orders delivered on time." He looked up at the avian. "Which is where you come in. According to numerous reliable sources close to me you've been blessed with a rather special talent for disposing of elite individuals." "I have my gifts." The bird said emotionlessly. "Hence why I have need of you as it were." Brekken picked up another tablet and consulted it. "I should be able to finish and move this month's shipments on time provided nothing else hits the fan. After that I'm officially pulling out of this business. Therefore I am counting on you to go out and monitor the C.S.F. agents that have been assigned to investigate this matter." He handed the tablet over to the bird. "That's the complete list which my cyberware pirates were kind enough to pull off for me. Prevent them from getting too close to the truth as well as leave a few subtle reminders that they would be most unwise to continue getting in my way." He narrowed his eyes at the eagle. "You are not to leave any survivors, every strike must be a fatality." The bird stared back at Brekken through the black, soulless visors of his helmet as he was handed the tablet and studied it. "Do you wish for the agents in New York to be terminated first?" "No that would attract too much attention right now. Don't go anywhere near them until I personally order you to do so understand?" "I do, as long as you're aware that this will not be an easily accomplishable task. C.S.F. personnel take a long time to die." Brekken consulted his personal holo-terminal for a moment. "I do not expect you to finish this quickly. Take as long as you require, and don't worry about your payment. I'll see to it that you are more than generously rewarded for your services." He glared menacingly "Just make sure the bodies start piling up!" "As you wish." "And if possible could you please use the fire escape to leave this time? I think you're freaking out my secretary." As if on cue the intercom lit up. "Dr. Brekken, the president of the Sinon Corporation is on line one, I think he's ready to negotiate your merging proposal." "Brilliant, put him through at once Laura." The bunny looked over the wolf corpse "And you may want to get the sanitation meks in here." --- * 1:02 a.m. - Moments later the avian stood on the roof of Brekken's business tower. Moonlight reflected off the black sheen of his power armour as well as an odd silvery tinge on the back of his wings. Slowly and methodically he read through the list taken from the bunny's office. Dozens of agents, dozens of lives, all simultaneously sentenced to death as the bird transferred the files to his armour's internal buffer before dropping the tablet on the ground and crushing it under his talons. Stepping onto the ledge he took a moment to gaze at the city beneath him before spreading his great wings and flying off into the night sky. \*Time to get to work.\* TO BE CONTINUED..... --- Up until now I've learned to live without love Like a ship without a sail, wandering aimlessly lost I never knew how it felt to lose my control Now that I've found you, this is all so new You and me, we've got a destiny Starting tonight we'll be together You and me, this is what love should be And it's gonna be right, now and forever Darlin', inside your eyes I can see mysteries there And you're melting the ice surrounding me, I'm no longer scared I feel you inside my soul and I'm captured tonight But don't let go, this is paradise You and me, we've got a destiny Starting tonight we'll be together You and me, this is what love should be And it's gonna be right, if you tell me There's a heaven up above, then that's what I'll believe 'cause you're the one thing that I'm so sure of (instrumental break) I feel you inside my soul and I'm captive tonight But don't let go, this is paradise You and me, we've got a destiny Starting tonight we'll be together You and me, this is what love should be And it's gonna be right, now and forever You and me, we've got a destiny Starting tonight we'll be together You and me, this is what love should be And it's gonna be right Woo ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Anne Murray - 'Now And Forever You And Me.' --- FINIS --- \*Lyrics from 'Something to Believe In' by Poison

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Title: The Trensetters 3 by Professor Bob Tags: Dragon, Drama [www.Professor-Bob.com] "Happy birthday!", cheered the two girls and two boys of the household, for their motherly figure. The four went out of their way to obtain a cake, courtesy of Ron. Gina slept in late, so they had much time to prepare. Gina put a palm to her forehead and shook her head lightly with a smile, standing in the doorway to her room. "I'm thirty-five....aahhhh, crap. I feel old already", she said, giving a good laugh. She looked up and examined the cheerful crew, and the cake Ron held in his hands. "Isn't it a little early for cake?", Gina wondered, giving a smirk. "It's twelve-thirty, and not breakfast time, so I guess it's not", Julia joked. "Then let them eat cake!....I don't even know where thats from....", Gina said aloud, adding to Julia's joke, and realizing she still didn't know where that quote came from. The group got a chuckle and went to the diningroom table, which Craig had set up. Everyone took a seat and Julia and Ron started dishing out the cake he got. "I'm having cake for breakfast, how's that for something. I can see a future birthday now....my breakfast will consist of five pills and fiber powder", Gina continued to joke, trying to wake herself up without her good friend coffee. "We thought you would rather see one candle instead of thirty-five", Kimberly added for her mother's information, giving a quick point to the cake. "Gee, how thoughtful. Could it have been because you didn't have thirty-five candles too?", Gina joked again with a smirk. Kimberly made an awkward face. "Maybe", she said, cracking up. "Thanks you guys", Gina thanked appreciatively for the effort they put into things. "And I know this cake is your doing Ron", she added, giving him a comical look. "Hey, it's the least I could do", he said happily, passing her a large slice. It was december seventeenth. Christmas was fast approaching, and the family was preparing for another cheerful one. Ron would be celebrating with them, being that his father still refused to allow him back. Ron's feelings were hurt by this, but he eventually stopped caring so much, and began focusing on his new family. Once he found out he was going to be a near permanent resident for the while, he got a job at McDon's part time. A few days a week after school and maybe a day out of his weekend, he'd go off to make cash, even though Gina refuses to take rent money. Ron was going to make a bang this Christmas to make up for it. Gina had also been doing a little money earning. She had been putting in extra hours to make extra money for Christmas. She promised she would make up for what she did to Craig, and this was a good time to do it. Christmas vacation had started a few days back, so Craig and Kimberly had just been loafing around, or hanging out with their friends. The issue with the rockers back at the high school had subsided as they planned, and Ron made himself the same rank as he was before. Even Craig's influence grew, while Frank and Amber sank into an abyss. Things might have been hectic for the two with jobs, but for the most part, all was well. When everyone had their fill of the sugar crammed cake, business began as usual around the house. Ron went to get ready for work, and Craig went to listen to his stereo, leaving the three girls to loaf around the livingroom, either watching TV or working on their checkbook. "What'cha working on?", Julia asked, standing beside her mother at the diningroom table. "Just checking to see how much money I've saved", Gina answered, flipping through a few sheets. "Speaking of savings, I need to talk to Ron", Julia reminded herself, setting off down the hallway to his room. She popped open his door and went inside while he was putting on his uniform. "Welcome to McDon's, may I take your order?", he joked to her when she walked to him, sitting on the side of the bed putting on his red vest. "So what have you been saving all your money for? You haven't spent much since you got that job", she asked, taking a seat next to him. "It's a surprise", Ron said with a teasing smirk. Julia gave him a funny look. "Ok, if you say so", she chuckled, giving him a kiss on the muzzle, already appreciating whatever it was he wanted to do. "Don't you have enough cash for whatever it is by now?", she then asked. "I've only been working part time for a month, so I have a little more to go before I think I'll have a sufficient amount", he explained, wanting to put in a lot of extra time now that Christmas break has started so he could get something cool for everyone. "Good luck with it then", Julia wished him, giving him a pat on his knee while he buttoned his vest and got his cap, before she went out. Ron chuckled to himself when she closed the door. He was going to ask for more time when he went in today, since his job didn't make all that much money, especially for a part timer looking to buy Christmas gifts for an entire family. It drove him nuts that Gina wouldn't accept rent, and he wanted to show how much that meant to him. Ron was still unsure of his own parents. According to his mother, his father remains completely unchanged, and the chances of him returning home are basicly non-existant. Being in such a squabble with those who gave you life, at such a time of year, made the situation a little more upsetting. Ron checked himself with a hand mirror Kimberly left in her desk drawer and set out to the livingroom to leave, grabbing his keys on the way out. Craig lied in his bed listening to an old AC/DC CD, having nothing better to do. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking of innocent things, and if it might snow. Boredom has a significant effect on your thoughts, and Craig felt like being a little more active then he was now. He got off his bed and wandered out to call some people. When he left his room, Ron was giving his goodbye. "I'll see you all later!", Ron said from the door, while the girls said goodbye. "See ya' Ron!", Craig called from down the hallway, while he walked down it to get to the telephone. Ron had closed the front door by the time Craig made it to the livingroom, and Craig grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and wandered back to his room, dialing the number while he walked Ron whistled an incoherent song that didn't even exist while he drove. The skys were overcast with grey, wintery clouds, making it look like it could snow at any time. It was freezing out, and since dragons don't have fur, or any hair at all for that matter, he had to bundle up well to keep warm. He was still contemplating about what to buy the Trensetters, and needed to know soon, since he would be buying almost last minute so that he may have the budget he wants. Ron pulled into the parking lot of McDon's, and grabbed a parking space in back that the employees could use. He hopped out of the car and went in, making his way past the counter so he could clock in. "Ron, I've been waiting for you!", his manager, Ed, a raccoon, said once he made it to the clock-in sheet. "Yes?", Ron asked while he grabbed the pen attached to the wall next to the sheet. "I wanted to tell you that you're fired", the raccoon said outright, making Ron stop dead. He dropped the pen and turned, with a look of surprise and anger. "I'm fired?!", he said in an insulted way, making a few other employees turn their head slightly to evesdrop. "We're letting a few go, and you part timers are always first to go, so yes, you're fired", Ed explained without sympathy, just like any other fastfood manager. Ron grit his teeth, but kept himself calm and composed. "In that case, you're an incompetent idiot who couldn't manage this place properly, even if all your fat had brains of their own. And by the way, I would suggest cutting back on the Happy Beef Burgers there", he was able to say now that he was fired, making fun of Ed's lard ass the whole time. "Well Ha-ha, you're not the first to say something like that. Just get out", he brushed off, making a gesture for the door. Ron walked out of the kitchen without a word. On his way past one of the faulty microwaves, he gave a poke to the top hinge of the door, causing it to fall off the machine. Ed growled and started shouting obcenities, while Ron left the kitchen, completely ignoring him, and walked out the door. He was expressionless untill he got in the car and put the keys in the ignition. In a fit of pent up anger, he slammed his fist twice against the steering wheel, shouting, "Dammit!". Ron had gotten a paycheck the last time he was in, so the money he had now was all he had, and it wasn't as much as he would have liked. Finding a little amusment in what he said, and did to their faulty hinged microwave, he cooled his temper a bit and started the car for home. Kimberly reclined on the couch in her pajamas, being that they were warm and cozy, staring at the TV. Any hype that was around during the trial was now gone, and she was particularly happy for this. Back to normal, with just her friends and family to worry about. Being lazy and all was great, but like Craig, she yearned for something more social. "Hey Julia,", she said, turning to her sister beside her, "you think it'd be alright with mom if I went out for a while?". "Don't see why not", Julia replied, noticing she wanted to get out of the house for a while. Kimberly got off the couch and went down to her room, needing to change before she went to grab Sheila to do something. Grabbing a pair of dark blue jeans, and t-shirt, and her thick jacket, she got changed and ready to go. She put on her necklace, but left her bracelet, having sworn herself that she wouldn't take it when she went out with friends. Too risky, she thought. She left her room and went to the front door. "Ma', I'm going out for a while", she told her mother when she got to the front door, since the diningroom table was just to her right. "Ok Kim. Keep warm", her mother said, looking up from her work with a smile. Kimberly left the house and closed the door quietly, being hit with a sudden chill. "Shit it's cold!", she exclaimed, crossing her arms tightly around her chest, feeling her muzzle getting numb, while she walked down their walkway and driveway. "Alright, I'll be there in a little bit. See ya'", Craig said to Justin on the phone, wrapping up his calls. He clicked the button on the phone and sat up from his bed, grabbing his silver chain from his dresser to go out. A little group of friends were going to congrigate and it was thanks to Craig they weren't going to be bored as hell. They were going to meet at the park, which was a good ten minute walk for Craig. The park had a skateboard area, so it wasn't such a bad place to go. Craig grabbed a jacket on his way out and stopped at the diningroom table to let his mom know of his plans. "I'm headed out for the park with some friends, I'll probbably be back in a few hours", he explained, while getting his jacket on. "Everyone's leaving me!", Gina laughed. "Just don't be out a long time", she asked of him caringly. "You got it", Craig replied, placing the phone back on the hook before he left, out into the bitter cold. Julia got off the couch and stretched with a yawn, wandering into the kitchen for a glass of water. "What's it like to be thirty-five? Like, having so many experiences, three kids, aging, all those things?", she asked curiously while she filled her glass, since they were the only two left in the house. Gina lifted her hands from her papers and placed them together underneath her muzzle in thought. "It's just a big adventure. Full of comedy, drama, suspence. You know, I'm really not all that old yet. I guess having a daughter that will be eightteen in three months just makes you feel old", she explained with a small chuckle at the end. The front door opened and a certain someone they weren't expecting home for quite some time made his way in. Ron closed the door and stood without a word for a moment or two, with the other two looking at him strangely, wondering what was wrong, and waiting for him to say something. "I'm taking a permanent vacation without pay...", Ron said solumnly, looking down a bit. "What exactly do you mean by that?...", Julia said in a concerned and confused way, afraid of the answer, walking to the end of the kitchen to be near him. "...I got fired", he sighed. "Now what the hell for?", Gina inqueried, angry and upset this would happen to him, knowing he was a hard worker. "They're getting rid of most of the part timers, so I'm unemployed", he answered. Julia looked sympethetic and approached him, giving him a reassuring kiss on the side of his muzzle. "Go get that monkey suit off, you don't need them anymore", she said, trying to raise his spirits. Ron chuckled lightly. "Alright. I'll be back in a few minutes", he told her, setting off down the hallway. Her words were reassuring, yes, but he still had the dilemma of lacking a bit of funds for Christmas, and every hour he was unemployed took money away from his plans. He have a deep, but quiet sigh, knowing there was nothing he could do. Once he went into his room, he got changed and placed the red McDon's uniform in the back of his closet and sat down. Taking a peek to his right to see if the door was closed, he moved a box out of the way and pulled out a small one of his own. Lifting the lid, he pulled out a handfull of cash, counting it on the carpet. "One hundred and nine dollars...", he mumbled to himself. It wasn't enough. Not for the kindness he had been given. When it all came down to it, taxes, car insurance, and gas money took most of the money he managed to make away. With that thought, he slapped an open hand to the carpet, suddenly realizing he still needs to pay this month's car insurance. "Dammit to fucking hell", he growled in an angry frustration. When that was paid, he wouldn't have anything left. His parents used to cover his insurance and gas, telling him he wouldn't have to work while he was in school. Thanks to his dad, he had a hard enough time juggling both. Ron was full of pent up rage, unable to stop sneering at anything he looked at, while he thought of all the meaningless work he had put in, and now had no money to get the Trensetters anything. Ron got up and went to his dresser in a huff, grabbing his insurance statement to check the ammount. It read, one hundred and seven. "Two measley fuckin' dollars, whoopy fucking do!", she shouted, throwing the statement across the room, going briskly back to his box and putting the cash into his pocket. The door popped open and Julia rushed in, uncertain to what was wrong. "Ron, whats the matter?", she asked, while he closed his closet door with a slam. Ron grabbed his car keys off his nightstand and turned to reply. "Everything. I'm going to my parent's house to show them what I think", he said with a growl. Julia couldn't stand to see him so angry and upset. "Come on Ron, talk to me about it", she said softly, hoping to get a calming responce. He stood still and eventually gave a hard sigh, taking a seat on the side of his bed, where Julia quickly joined him. "I have to go pay my car insurance. Since I have no job, it's coming from everything I've saved....there's nothing left..." , he explained sadly. "You'll be ok, you can do the surprise some other time", she tried to reassure. "It's not going to work that way...", he said, mumbling in his sadness. She couldn't know about it, and to every fiber of his will, he would do as he planned, and make this Christmas together special. "I'm going to my house now, then I'm stopping to pay my car insurance", he said, getting up off the bed, having made up his mind. "Alright Ron. Just, you know, take it easy. I'm there for you", she replied, standing up herself and giving him a comforting hug. Ron gave her a smile and set off for his car. "So Kim, you going anywhere for Christmas?", Sheila asked, while they walked. The two were going to meet Chris at the arcade and hang out for a while. "Nah. We always stay at home. It's cozier that way", she replied, snuggling her paws into the pockets of her jacket to keep them from freezing. Sheila noticed Kimberly make a shiver and snickered. "A little nippy?", she teased. "For some of us", Kimberly smirked back, knowing Sheila wasn't all that cold under her clothes and fur. Sheila upgraded her snicker to a small chuckle. "Don't worry, fur isn't all it's cracked up to be. Do you know how long it takes to dry after a shower?", she joked, looking over to her friend beside her. "I would if I actually had any", Kimberly lightly chuckled back. "Ladies!", called Chris from up the sidewalk, having come from a side street. "Chris you lazy bastard! You should have been there already!" , Sheila shouted back with a smile. "Hi Chris", Kimberly greeted once they had came together and continued off to their destination, which wasn't all that far away now. She knew Chris to be a nice guy, and he and Sheila hung out together a lot, making him a big part of the group. He was a light grey with darker patched fur wolf, and by the looks of things sometimes, he has something of a crush on Sheila. Kimberly never says anything, but she knows there is a connection of some sort between the two. The small group continued on their way for a short while, before a couple had stopped them. "Hello, could you spare a minute?", a woman in her late twenties asked, with her male counterpart beside her, who looked about the same age. They were both German Shepherds, wearing fine clothing, and apparently not minding the cold all that much. "I guess so", Sheila replied when the three came to a halt, while the two others approached from a side street's sidewalk. "We're from the Church of Christ. During this time of our lord, we're doing a survey to see what people are doing on the lord's day", the dark furred woman explained. "How about you start first", the slightly ligher furred male said, making a gesture towards Sheila, being that she was the only one that said anything to them as of yet, making her seem more open. "Well, I'll be at home with my parents", she replied, finding this question to be strange. "As will I", Kimberly added in. "I presume I would be too, sort of", Chris also answered. "Have you children been saved?", the female then asked, having put her foot in the door. Kimberly rolled her eyes and made something of a face, unseen by the two. "Many times", she said, trying to act oblivious to the true meaning of her question. The woman's facial expression changed a bit. "I mean, have you found Jesus Christ?", she was forced to say outright. "Found him? I didn't know he was lost", Sheila chimed in, barely keeping herself from laughing, while Kimberly and Chris couldn't help themselves. The female German Shepherd sneered slightly, with a barely audiable growl, keeping her temper in check. "Fine, what religion ARE you three?", she asked without her false cheeryness. "None", Kimberly answered. "Not a thing", Sheila then answered, with a smile. "I'm Jewish", Chris answered last, crossing his arms to signify he wasn't happy with this church crap. The two German Shepherds gasped. "You're all going to hell!", the man shouted. "Those who reject Jesus from their life are dammed!", the female quickly followed, pulling a bible from her pocket, into her paws. "Yeah yeah, whatever", Sheila shrugged off, while the other two just looked angrilly. "Atheists! Why do you reject our lord?!", the man demanded to know. "A book about seven headed beasts with crowns and stars that are two miles from earth, and fall was they please, turn me off", Kimberly stated as seriously as she could, being that this was pretty damn funny. "Quit trying to force your beliefs onto people!", Sheila snapped. "Just leave us be", Kimberly growled, as she started walking past, beckoning for the other two to follow suit. "Devil's children!!", the woman shouted. Just then, she shoved Kimberly hard when she went to walk past, in a fit of anger. Kimberly made a silent gasp, encountering something before she really could finish. Her back slammed up against a hook on someone's fancy lamp post, making all the air she quickly inhaled come out forcefully in a painful yelp. When she had winced foreward at the feeling of having her back gashed, the hook went through her shirt and jacket, having that she fell on it awkwardly. Her feet slipped on the slick grass when her body became stuck on the hook, and she fell foreward, hearing both her shirt and jacket tear, and they both fell to the ground beneath her. Kimberly jumped up and threw her arms around herself with a small yelp when she felt the ice cold air and realized the hook tore straight up through her clothes and had left her body. Sheila winced when she hit the hook and yelped, and quickly rushed to her when her clothes tore off, and Chris jumped infront of the two, baring his teeth. "That was very un-Christian of you", Chris growled with spiteful anger, sneering hard enough for the world to see his wolf teeth, while Sheila fumbled with her jacket, so she could give it to Kimberly. Then couple turned and walked briskly down the street, like nothing had happened. "Let's see where you children end up when judgement comes upon you", the female said sternly, never turning or changing pace. "Kim, you're bleeding!", Sheila exclaimed when she saw her back. "What e-else is-s new...", Kimberly said, shivering hard from the bitter cold. She was fighting to keep the tears from welling in her eyes, hurt from the cut and the embarassment. Chris turned around from his sneering, being that the two bible beaters weren't coming back. "Kimberly, are you alright?", he asked the half naked and freezing dragon, who was doing her damnedest to keep herself concealed with her arms. Sheila had gotten her jacket off and draped it over Kimberly's back, since she was hunched over a bit from the cold. "Don't worry a-a-aaa-bout me", she replied in a studdering mumble, feeling quite embarassed at having a male looking at her right now. "Chris, could you turn around for a bit please?", Sheila asked of him, so Kimberly might have enough privacy to move her arms. "Awww, come on", he chuckled with a teasing smirk. "Do you want her to freeze?!", Sheila snapped, not wanting to delay any further. "I was only trying to make a joke...", he said solumnly, turning around. "...Sorry", he appologized truthfully once he was looking the other way. Sheila sighed and grabbed the jacket off Kimberly's back slowly, hoping she wouldn't resist, and looked over her gash, letting Kimberly hold the jacket to protect herself from any sudden wind chills. "The cut doesn't look all that bad, but it's dripping right about now", she said a little quieter, knowing she wasn't in the happiest of moods. Taking a piece of torn cloth from Kimberly's shirt that was still attached to the hook, she wiped the wound and helped her friend get the jacket on. Kimberly was shivering too much to get a few of the buttons, so Sheila had to get a few. "Aren't you gonna be cold?", Kimberly asked out of concern, seeing her friend in a t-shirt. "Not as cold as you", she replied sympetheticly. Sheila really cared about Kimberly's well being, after what she had done for her in the past. She was never harmed by her abusive father again, and she got support when she needed it the most. "Thanks Sheila", Kimberly said with great appreciation, being clothed again once Sheila got the last button. Her teeth were chattering lightly, and she was still pretty damn cold, but liked the fact she at least had something on. "Ok Chris", Sheila said to let him know it was ok to turn around. "Kim, what do you wanna do?", she then asked. Kimberly rubbed her paws up and down her arms, tucking her tail in close to her leg to try and warm herself. "Let's keep going", she decided. "Ok. Chris, lets keep the pace up so we can get her someplace warm", Sheila declared, picking up the ruined shirt and jacket for Kimberly. "My damn jacket...", Kimberly growled when they started walking down the street at a nice pace. She rubbed her icy cold muzzle with the palm of her wrist, finding that she had been in this weather too long. Sheila felt really bad. She knew what it was like to be found naked, even though Kimberly was only exactly half as bad. She was very quiet and looked like she felt excluded, looking down at the concrete, and making Sheila worry about what her best friend was thinking. Within a few minutes of Craig arriving at the park's skateboard section, the other three that were asked to come had arrived. Craig stood, staring out over the waist high railing and watching two different people boarding when they greeted him from behind. "Hey Craig", his friend Tom, a horse, greeted. He was accompenied by John, another dragon, and of course, Justin. Tom and John brought their boards, being that they had the ability to use them. Craig turned around from his observing, glad that he wasn't by himself any longer. "I thought I would be last to show up here", he said. "Craig, you're fuckin' nuts", Justin said while trying to warm himself a bit. "Ahhh, it's just a little cold", he laughed, though be was freezing his ass off too. "Cut the crap and let's get a damn bench already. I need to get into my "mental set" before I can board properly", John said outright, slipping into an amusingly intellectual state of mind. Tom smacked John in the arm. "Yeah right you dumbass", he joked back. Craig turned his head down the sidewalk to their usual bench. "What the hell is this?...", he murmered, loud enough for the three to hear, causing them to look the direction he was staring as well. "A dragon, sitting out in the freezing cold, at a skate park, reading a goddamn book?", he contemplated out loud, staring at the person idily sitting in their usual bench. "This guy must be a complete loser", Craig remarked, letting his ego swell with the influence that had been bestowed upon him. "Let's make fun of em' and get him out of our bench", he then snickered, finding something that might make him look good infront of his friends. "I don't know, he looks almost like a rocker to me", Justin informed him, taking a close look at Craig's target. "Even if he is, I don't know him. So, fuck it", Craig laughed, practicly drowning in his own pride, walking towards the dragon while the other three followed behind. The dragon made an awkward face, looking up from his book when he noticed four people staring at him, standing just to his right. The book he was reading was "The Lord of the Rings", and he really didn't look at all like the complete nerd Craig was trying to make him out to be, even though he was wearing glasses. He didn't look all that much older then the four, if not the same age. Giving no word, he just glared at Craig as if to say, "What the hell do you want dumbass?". "Alright loser, get your scrawny ass off that bench", Craig commanded with his glorified authority, trying to make his posture and stance look threatening. The dragon stared at him for another moment, giving Craig a funny look. "Um, how about no?", he mocked. Craig sneered at this, having it not been the reaction he wanted. "You're looking for an ass kicking! Who the hell do you think you are?!", he shouted, taking a forceful step foreward, increacing his violent demeanor. "I'm Matt, who are you supposed to be?", the dragon, now known as Matt, continued to mock. He found Craig to be quite the dumbass for a rocker, or at least too full of himself. Craig found his current actions to be not phasing the guy, so he decided to step up his hostility and make him leave. With a small, but deep growl, he grabbed a hold of Matt's shoulder, looking to scare him and yank him off the bench. Matt's additude quickly changed, from a happy, mocking expression, to a more forceful one, grabbing Craig's wrist and throwing it off of him. "Step off", Matt told the egotistic Craig, standing up to display he wasn't going to play his game much longer. Craig bared his sharp teeth in an angry sneer, clenching his two fists. Without any warning, he decided that he had enough of having his abilities challenged and threw a fast right hook to end this in one blow. Matt catches his fist in his hand and throws it, immidiately snaping his knee into a roundhouse that easily impacted Craig's chest hard. Craig was knocked back a step, feeling a numbing pain in his chest, while completely unsure of where that strength came from. He quickly made a hostile growl and lunged for Matt with a fake left, swaping out for a right uppercut. With a sweep on his feet and a graceful motion of his head, Matt dodged the shot. Craig followed up without thinking, launching a left hook that he hoped would be percieved as a fake. Matt grabbed his wrist, sending it past the side of his head, and did a fast grapple, sending Craig over his shoulder. Craig landed very ungracefully to the ground, with his muzzle barely missing the park bench. To the surprise of those who had been watching, Matt halted his assault in an act of honor. Craig stumbled to his feet in a firey rage of having himself humiliated by someone he had called a loser. Though Matt's abilities were great, Craig wasn't going to let it end this way. In a battle cry, Craig sweeped his feet to Matt's left and looked to slam him hard into the side of his muzzle. Matt grabbed Craig's wrist again with premeditated skill, spinning himself and Craig's arm to his side, holding his arm in a painful hold, just loose enough that he wouldn't break the arm. Craig howled in agony, gritting his teeth hard, refusing to submit. "You're going to get hurt if you continue", Matt let him know, insisting that he stop. On Tom's beckoning, the three others charged, running directly toward's Matt's frontside. Matt slammed his knee into Craig's gut, to subdue him for the time being, and tossed him aside when the other three were within attacking range. Tom on his left, being the first one to get in range, was the first to attack, throwing a right hook. Matt leaned and the blow missed him, countering with a side kick that sent Tom flat on his back. Having promised that he would help in a fight, Justin launched a straight foreward punch, though he felt this fight was needless and wrong. Matt went from his side kick, straight into a back kick that hit Justin's chest with force, knocking the wind clear out of him before his punch had a chance to hit anything. Having witnessed his comrades fall so easily, John attacked wildly from Matt's middle. Matt acted quickly on his feet, sliding himself back, launching his body into a roundhouse, slamming him in the side of the head. John staggered, dazed from the mind scrambling blow, and Matt saw the best opening, doing a complicated jumping turning roundhouse that sent John clear off his feet, landing on the ground a few feet away. Taking a moment to observe, Matt looked over his fine work, and thanked himself for the long and annoying hours of Tae-kwon-do. While the four, coughed, wheezed, or twitched, Matt shook his head and found his work to be done. "Well, I told you.....dumbass", Matt mumbled while shaking his head, walking off down the sidewalk with his book. It took them a little bit, but the four started to come to their feet, growling at the pain. Craig made a sighing growl of his own when he sat up, resting his back against the front side of the bench he fought over. His belly felt bruised, but more importanty to him, his pride. Tom got to his feet and helped John up, who was clutching his head in ache. Once he was on his feet, the two shifted their angry looks to Craig. "Smart move dick!", John snapped over his pain, angry as hell for the crap Craig put them through. "Yeah, he was really a loser. Since when do we pick on other people?", Tom said sarcasticly, growling in anger at his second sentence. Craig wanted to reply, but his teeth were grit to hard together. Matt had done quite a number on him. "Fuck this man. I'm bleeding and I'm cold", John said in a pissed off way, wiping two lines of blood that was dripping down the side of his muzzle from his mouth, and setting off down the sidewalk with his board. "I'm leaving too", Tom growled, pissed off at his friend's poor judgement, following behind John on his board. Justin got up with a hand on his chest, giving Craig a dirty look. "When I said I'd help you in a fight, I was expecting the fight to be about more then your goddamn ego!", he shouted, pissed off too. Justin understood Craig's whole point to the fight, and he knew this was absolutely wrong. Craig acted like a rapper, and that was a crime to humanity. "Guys, wait up!", he called out to Tom and John, running off after them. Craig had been sitting there recooperating, squeezing his eyelids at his friend's hurtful words. He knew they were right. Craig made a growl that grew in intensity till it was a shout, and slammed his fist against the ground. Eventually Kimberly made it to the arcade with her two friends. Her condition had gotten worse, and Sheila really noticed her depression. "Chris, Kimberly and I need to have a girl to girl talk, could we meet up with you in a little bit?", Sheila asked of him. "Certainly", Chris replied while wandering off. Kimberly looked at Sheila sort of sadly, and the two walked to a small bench that was secluded from most everyone else. Kimberly sat down without a word, only welcoming the warmth of the place, and Sheila took a seat beside her. "There something you wanna talk about Kim?", Sheila asked with a low, quiet tone, trying to be as caring as she could. Kimberly made a small, barely audiable sigh, while she stared down at the red carpeting. "Where was their god when I was stabbed? Where was he when I was kidnapped?...", she mumbled, looking and sounding very depressed. Sheila didn't quite understand her friend's ramblings. "Don't let those two whack-jobs mess with your head!", she told her. "What if I've been wrong, and these things happen to me because I'm a bad person", she mumbled back, with a teary voice. This made Sheila even more desperate. "Religion isn't the answer to things, and you know that as well as me. You're letting your past haunt you...", Sheila replied quietly. "Sheila, I've done so many wrong things with my life. I've lied, cheated, stolen, burned, and so many other things. How can I prove that I'm not being punished", Kimberly said with teary eyes, no longer mumbling. She placed her hands on her knees, making herself look so alone, even though she had almost everyone to help her. She was isolating herself, and it hurt to see her that way. "Kim, what you did for me was the greatest thing anyone has done. You were never a bad person! Sure you made mistakes when you were younger, but you can't let what you have already done affect you so far into the future. You already know that religion is wrong, I know you well enough. This is something a little deeper. You're letting your past hurt you, and you shouldn't let it", Sheila tried to reassure her. Kimberly made a small sniff and wiped her eyes before they dripped. "That was the most embarassing moment of my life..." , she said with a hint of irritation, seemingly changing the subject. "I'm sorry for what happened. It's reasons like that, that I don't believe. People like that don't deserve anything", Sheila said a little sadly, feeling sympethetic for what happened. Kimberly looked over her torn jacket, sad that it had been ruined, especially since she did not have another one. Without warning, she sneezed. "Oh great. I'm sick too", she said in a candid way. Sheila sighed. "You know you're not being punished for the past. You just feel bad for what you did, thats all. By feeling bad for what you did, that means you're not a bad person. See?", she found to explain, doing it in an upbeat sort of way. Thinking for a minute, Kimberly made a small smile. "Alright Sheila, I'll be fine. Thanks for the talk", she said. She did feel better, but not completely better. She did have her shirt torn off after all. "Let's go chill for a while then", Sheila said in a happy way, glad to see she was feeling better, as the two got off the bench to rejoin Chris. Ron parked his car in his parent's driveway slowly, so they wouldn't hear him pull up. He had not seen his mother since he was kicked out, and hadn't even heard from his father, so he was being careful. If they locked him out before he even got the the door, his words would not be said. Once he walked up the walkway, he took a silent deep breath and grasped the door knob, giving it a slow turn to see if it was locked. It wasn't. Since this was his parent's house and all, he didn't hesitate to open to door and let himself in. He walked inside, closing the door behind him, looking around his home and the warmth that resided in it. So many memories. His parents were nowhere to be found for a few moments, untill his mother appeared from her room, stopping short when she noticed who the person that came inside was. "Ma', we all need to talk", Ron said clearly, allowing the anger of his voice to be passed off as determination. "Ron, you.....", his mother said, unaware of what to say. Like a bat out of hell, his father came from the doorway behind his mother, slamming his feet down beside her, baring his teeth at his son. "You're not welcome here. Get out!", he demanded angrily, making it obvious how furious he was, throwing a forceful gesture towards the door. "I won't! We're going to sit down and talk about things like rational dragons!", Ron replied to his command. He didn't want this hate to go on any further. "You throw away everything we've given you and you think theres enough rationality left in you to talk about it?!", his father retorted to his words, changing the tone of his voice. Ron looked down in his worry, finding the determination he had to be just an act. "Dad, I don't want us to be fighting", he said with a low tone. This was painful, and he never wanted to come back like this, but he knew he had to for the good of their family. "You're just going to have to live with your actions", his father said, crossing his arms. "Please, I just want to sit down and talk...", Ron said like a plea, hoping for his father to stop being such a stone. "I have nothing to talk about", he said calmly, showing exactly how comfortable he was with his decisions. "Honey, please. Hear Ron out. It's been so long since we've seen our boy...", his mother asked of his father, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. His father looked to her and pondered, giving her a look that was half stern and half unsure. "Please...", Ron asked of his father one last time, looking sad and desperate. "Hrmph", his dad mumbled. "Fine", he said in a way that tried to signify that his views wouldn't be changed so easily. "...Thanks", his son said quietly, taking a seat on the livingroom couch. His mother took a seat beside her husband on the other couch to Ron's left, with the two looking to him, expecting him to start. "I don't want us to be this way, not during this time of year. Julia and I are a couple, and we're very happy. It doesn't matter that her family doesn't come from some fancy history of scientists or politicians....we love eachother, and I don't ever want to live without her. I ask of you, to accept your son and his girl the way they are, and not the way you wished they were", he said as heartful as he could muster. "You're not doing whats best", his father told him. "Whats best for me is what makes me happy dad. Being perfect isn't the point to life. I'm going to get a great job and be a proud daddy someday....isn't that what you wanted for me in the first place?", he continued in a somber way. "If you have found your love, I can't change your mind. However, I still don't have to be completely happy with it. I'll accept you two, you made your point, but I think you two will have to prove to me over time that this is as loving and productive as you say", his father explained with a sigh, finally relenting his grudge. Ron could barely hold the tears in his eyes. "Thank you dad, thank you!...", he said with a smile, clasping his hands together in his lap and looking down. This was everything he had hoped for. "I knew you two would make up eventually", his mother chuckled, happy to be able to see her son again. "There's something else I need to ask of you", Ron added, looking up from his lap, seemingly nervous about asking this. His parents looked to him to see what it was, with his dad looking a bit worried to what it might be. "Could you please keep paying off my car insurance till I'm out of school?", he managed to ask. "Don't you have a job?", his mother said, surprised to why he would ask. His father didn't like it. "I was fired. They were ditching part time workers, and I'm unemployed. Please, I don't ask this for my own well being. If I pay this month's insurance, I have no money left, and I want to buy gifts for the Trensetters, and you too", he explained. "I'll write you a check for one hundred and twenty dollars", his mother said with a small smile, feeling happy to help him, since he really did need it. His father sighed. "We'll bail you out for this Ron, and I guess I can pay for your car till you're out of high school. I do however, expect for you to pay me back with a little help around here and whatnot. You're responcible, so coming here for a bit wouldn't hurt", he answered, making Ron feel very relieved. "This means a lot to me....", Ron said with a happy smile, glad to have a few things fixed. Gina tapped her pen against her closed checkbook, contemplating on what to get her daughters, as well as her son and Ron. She wanted to get Craig something very special for christmas, but there was also the problem of being fair to everyone else. Christmas was only seven days away, and Gina was usually finishing her shopping about now, but deciding what to get them all was a toughie. The door opened and a weak, tired, and dirty Craig wandered inside. Gina looked over her shoulder to find him this way, panting and obviously in some sort of pain. "I fucked up...", Craig quietly growled, upon seeing his mother's worryful gaze. Gina leaped out of her chair, making it lean on two legs for a moment, barely keeping itself from falling over. She clasped his shoulders in a caring squeeze and looked over him real quick. "Craig, what happened to you?", she asked after finding him to be slightly injured. "Got in a fight and lost. Nothing new", he growled again, but in a more depressed way. His mother got him to take a seat at the diningroom table, placing a chair next to her own. She wet a rag and brought it over, wiping a gash on the side of his forehead from her own seat, even though Craig didn't appreciate the panicy mothering her was getting. Gina wasn't going to say anything while she washed the wound and his paws, waiting to see what he himself had to say. "This was my own fault. I....picked on someone and tried to be a big shot", he painfully explained, looking down at the table while his mother wiped the palm of his left hand with the cloth. She looked up from what she was doing to talk to him, giving him a disappointed look. "Why would you do that?", his mother asked. "I let having influence go to my head. The guy I made fun of was a lot stronger then any of us, and my friends got hurt because of me", he explained quietly, being upset with himself. "I think I understand", Gina sighed. "You were one of those people who others looked up to. Craig, I can't believe you'd do this...", she said, finding herself to be quite saddened. "Trust me, my friends are giving me enough hell for it....I don't know if I even have friends now", he growled somberly and low, holding his head down till his nose touched the table. "You're going to have to figure out how to get them to trust you again. Craig, you were careless and stupid to do what you did, but you already seem to accept that. I'm sorry to say it like that, but I don't have a kinder way to put it. You're a good guy, so fix things the way Craig would", his mother said lightly, but clearly. She upped her tone of voice with her last sentence, looking to put her good natured son at ease. He made a big mistake, but his mother had all the faith in him that he could fix it. Craig sat up and shook his head a bit. "It's not that easy", he said in a sad way. He got up off the chair and went down to the bathroom to shower and go lie down. Gina felt pity for him, especially since there wasn't much anyone else could do for him. She sighed and took a seat on the couch to watch TV, since she was tired of being alone. TV makes for good conversation. It talks to you, and you don't have to talk back. Sheila and Kimberly had spent much of the time out together, mostly because Sheila wanted to cheer her up. The two laughed and joked, while they watched Chris lose countless game after game. Within a few hours, the trio parted for the time being. Sheila didn't want to break off from Kimberly, but she wanted to be with Chris a little longer, so Kimberly ended up walking home most of the way alone. Her thoughts accompanied her, and they weren't the most welcome company, especially when they don't shut up. She walked with her paws wrapped inside her ruined clothes, since she had to carry them anyway, looking towards the concrete with a blank expression. Her focus was only visible inside her mind, and it was a list of all the things she remembered. Things she did that hurt someone else, or that disappointed herself and her mother. The list continued to grow, as she visualized all the un-nice things she had done in her life, and sneered at herself for managing to do so many evils and arrestable offenses within the short twelve years of her life. She couldn't understand why she was so bratty and selfish, never caring about other people, and as much as she tried to figure it out, she couldn't. Now that she knew of her mother's abusive childhood, she did understand how much she drove her mother to the brink, with the times she had used that ruler and all. Kimberly sighed, making a cloud of vapor in the cold air, before she sneezed again. Once she reached her home, she opened the door to her house, finding the livingroom to be empty, or though she thought. Her mother popped her head up from the couch she was lounging on. She stared at her strangely when she saw the jacket Kimberly was wearing wasn't her own, and the clothes in her hands looked torn. "Kim, what happened to your clothes?!", she said with confusion, getting up from the couch to get to her daugher. Her girl didn't look like she was happy at all, and her eyes told her of a story of woe. "Some bible beating lady didn't like that I wasn't Christian and she shoved me....into some fancy-ass lamp post", she said in a low tone, however being clear and showing that she was irritated by whatever happened. Her mother looked over her, finding nothing visibly wrong, other then her daugher's demeanor and ruined clothes. "I landed on a hook of some sort, and it gashed my back...before it ripped off my friggin' clothes...", she continued, putting her arms around herself at that embarassing rememberance. Her mother made a shocked face. "You were....in this cold?!", Gina began to say in a motherly panic, quickly figuring out what had happened to her. Kimberly sneezed in reply, adding a choking set of coughs. "And infront of everyone...", she mumbled, looking away embarassedly. "Holy crap...", her mother mumbled under her breath. "Kimberly, let me see the cut", she asked, curiously concerned to how bad it might be. Kimberly made a small whine, looking down slightly. "It's not like I'm wearing anything under this", she said rather quietly, blushing a tiny bit. "Your brother is asleap, it's fine", Gina assured her, waving her into the kitchen while she flicked on the lights. Her daughter sighed, causing her to make a small cough. She followed her mother, and started unbuttoning the jacket. She took it off and her mother took it, so Kimberly arched her back a little over the counter so her mother could look at the wound, leaning on the counter with nervous embarasment. Being seen like this twice in one day wasn't the best of things. Gina took one look at her daughter's back and growled. "I want to beat the crap out of the bitch who did this", she said angrily, getting a bottle of alcohol from the cabinet beside her, as well as a bottle of cold medicine. "How's it look", Kimberly mumbled, curious to what it looks like now. "Well, it deffinately needs to be cleaned out. Your back has dried blood smeared on it, and I think you might have stained the inside of Sheila's jacket", she explained, wetting a cloth with the alcohol. "Hope she doesn't care...", Kimberly said to herself, tapping a finger on the counter. "I'm sure she won't", her mother laughed, placing the cloth against the gash to clean it out. Kimberly made a small painful growl, with the muscles in her hands tightening, as the alcohol stung while it did it's thing. "I'm sorry this happened to you. Craig didn't have a great time either. He got into a fight and sorta lost", Gina said, trying to keep Kimberly's mind occupied with something other then the alcohol. "Is he ok?", Kimberly asked concernedly, growling unintentionally from the sting. "I guess", she sighed back, deciding not to add exactly why he got into a fight. She tossed the cloth aside for now, having had Kimberly's cut and back cleaned, and placed the jacket on the counter next to Kimberly, politely trying to give her privacy. She put her jacket back on while her mother went over the cold medicine's directions with her back turned. Kimberly didn't bother to button the jacket, as it worked just fine being pulled closed. "Two teaspoons", her mother suddenly declared after reading the back of the bottle. She filled two teaspoons and fed her both, with Kimberly gagging a little after each, since it wasn't the best tasting. "Go get warm and comphy and relax for a while. I don't want you sick for Christmas", her mother said lovingly, sympethetic for what happened to her today. "Alright", she replied, setting off for her room. Julia was lying on the bed when she walked in, reading a magazine and listening to her portable CD player. She took off her headphones upon her arrival. "Hello Kim. What's with the jacket?", she greeted, asking about the forign jacket. "And why aren't you wearing anything under it?...", asked awkwardly, noticing a bit of green skin towards the lower middle of the jacket, since it wasn't buttoned. "I'll tell the story as soon as I get my pajamas back on", she said with a sneeze, once she got to the closet. Everyone had stayed inside for the rest of the day, having found this one to be a little depressing. Ron had paid off his car insurance and came home with a smile that overjoyed Julia. Now that she thinks I have no money, she won't even expect what I'm doing!, Ron chuckled excitedly in his head once he hid the money in his closet. Kimberly fell asleap once she got comfortable and got into her side of the bed, after she finished talking to her sister. Julia quietly left once she was sleeping, feeling very sad for the embarassment she went though. She was pretty upset, and Julia knew her mind wasn't as the greatest of ease. Craig woke up around six fourty after he rolled onto his stomach and put all that pressure on the deep bruise that went across his stomach. He wanted to damn that Matt guy for his suffering, but it wasn't in his ability to point the finger at the undeserving person. Gina made dinner late at seven so she wouldn't disturb the two sleepy dragons, but Julia ended up having to wake Kimberly anyway. She was starving, so she could have really cared less that she was woken up. Dinner was quiet, even though Ron, Julia, and Craig talked about the fight and what happened to Kimberly for a bit. Kimberly didn't say a word during this, being that she was too tired and embarassed about it to think of it any longer. Her other thoughts decided to plague her in the meantime. Craig didn't explain exactly why he was in a fight either, even though Ron had asked. He blew off the question and somewhat changed the subject. His mother looked at him a bit since she noticed this, but wasn't about to say something herself. Kimberly and Julia were the first to go to bed. Julia had been bored a good part of the day, and Kimberly was just tired. Kimberly decided she had worn those PJs long enough, and swaped them out for the usual T-shirt and underwear, since she had two blankets anyway. The two didn't speak while they got into bed, and this made Julia a little concerned, so she looked to spark a short conversation before they went to sleep. "Hey Kim, are you ok?", she asked in a loving sort of way. Kimberly was too quiet, and Julia took this as a big sign things were not right. Kimberly didn't quickly reply, but did within a moment. "I hate mean people", she sighed on a serious note. "I do too", Julia replyed with a smile in the darkness of their room. "So you hate me too?", Kimberly said suddenly, speaking lightly. Julia rolled over, surprised by this strange question. "Of course not! Never. Why would you think that?", she asked on a serious note herself. Kimberly thought for a moment. "It's nothing Jul. I'll be ok. Thanks for worrying about me", she said a little more upbeat, not wanting to continue that conversation. Julia didn't understand, and she knew she wouldn't no matter how hard she tried. Kimberly went through something horrible today, so maybe she was just upset, she thought. Kimberly and her had become much more close over the past month, and she tried her best to look out for her. She finally became the model sister she should have been long ago, and Kimberly appreciated having someone she could share her feelings and thoughts with. One night, Kimberly told her that she had finally grown up. Julia didn't know if she should take that as an insult or a compliment, so she just took it like a compliment and the two laughed and talked for hours. Julia saw how bright and kind her sister really was, once they found that bond. What Kimberly had said a moment ago really confused her, and she didn't know what it meant. They would usually talk about their day, gossip, and joke before they fell asleap, but she was just quiet. Even when she was angry or sad, she would actually talk more about her problems and in great detail. Never before had she closed the door to her mind to her, and Julia lied there in the darkness with her eyes open for a while, just trying to figure if she herself had done something wrong to make Kimberly angry. Her worries suddenly disappeared, when sleep liberated her mind. Craig's liberation on the other hand wasn't so easy to come. He had a hard time sleeping, so he sat up on the side of his bed and moved the curtain of his window open with his hand, so that he may gaze into the moon's glow. Like the others, his mind was too plagued with uncertainty. It was far from his nature to do what he did today, and began to feel grateful to Matt for showing him a few things. Friends weren't tools, and Craig was far from ashamed to think of them as impressible objects. Justin was his best friend beside Ron, and he was sad to have hurt someone to important to him. There was a possiblilty that no one would want to be his friend after this, since winning back friendship is harder then gaining it in the first place. Justin helped him through a few tight spots when it came to friends and such, so now he was alone in fixing this. Craig wanted to say he's sorry to all his friends, and even Matt for the atrosity he caused and acted out. Picking on someone was wrong, and Tom's words stuck with him. Since when do we pick on other people? Craig wanted an answer to that question, but still didn't even understand why the question had to be asked in the first place. Craig returned his hand, allowing his curtain to flutter back to it's normal position, and lied back down in his bed, staring into the ceiling, wondering what Matt and his friends thought or said of him now. Kimberly was baffled by the surroundings around her, for there were none. The ground was a cool gravel, appearing to look like marble. Even it's touch sent the notion of impurity through Kimberly's legs. She could not see far, because of the black shroud that enveloped the plain she stood upon. The sky looked of dark black clouds, but they were completely motionless, giving Kimberly the sense of death. Her concious mind made the full transition to the nightmare, and she was able to see it as one. Possibly from her own memories, a figure begun taking form from the shroud of black infront of her. The person tread lightly, making little sound against the marble-like gravel, though the gravel jumped and bounced wildly, like the soft steps were shaking the very foundation of this dark plain. Kimberly took a defensive posture, afraid of who the dark figure that was walking through the shroud might be. The sound of the gravel being stepped upon grew, along with Kimberly's tention. When the figure made it to the wide circle that was not enveloped in darkness, it's shape became defined and it's colors apparent. Kimberly was frightened by the person, just because she didn't understand. The person, born from darkness, came before her with a blank look that could swallow light. The person, was Kimberly. Kimberly stood before a mirror image of herself, dressed in unfamiliar clothing, that was darker and more clad then her own. Have she no shame? "Who are you", Kimberly growled in an angry fright, demanding to know the identity of her oddly dressed copy, who showed enough skin to be a demon's harlot. "I am you", she replied with an emotionless voice, staring blankly into Kimberly's face, with a faint look of childish innocence. Kimberly bared her teeth at the girl, feeling weight within her chest. The girl's persona was that of an afflicted one, though she was not. Her evil aura was her own. She raised her right paw up to muzzle height, and curiously examined the palm and back of her hand. "One hand can hurt so many", she said as emotionless and blank as before. Kimberly made a quick but sharp growl at her dark and shameless replica. "Why are you saying this?", she grumbled in a frightened way. The girl opened her hand and arched it upward, creating a small torch-like fire above it. The ball of fire flickered and burned wildly, almost like it was afraid. "I burn things", the blank childlike voice said, as she stared into the flames. Kimberly clenched her fists and squeezed her eyelids, facing downward and away from this being. "Stop it...", she demanded with a quiet voice, still growling in fear. "I do bad things because I enjoy it", the girl continued, lowering her hand and allowing the flame to flicker out of existance. "Stop it!", Kimberly shouted, afraid of what she was saying. "Can you not face yourself?", the dark girl asked in a child- like voice, firm and mocking. "You can't be me! You're not real!", Kimberly shouted, getting angrier in her fright and panic. Telling herself again and again it's a dream, she growled and extended a hand as she did with Derek Ramos. "Leave me alone!!", she screamed in a panic, firing a wave of energy from her hand that destroyed Derek in her last nightmare. The girl stood as blank as she was before and extended her hands foreward a split second before the beam impacted. The force of the wave made a slam against her hands, blowing gravel all around. Within only a few seconds, the beam ceased, and the dark girl stood before Kimberly with her hands still outstretched. Some of her fingers were charred and broken, and blood poured from her hands to the ground. Kimberly gasped with a shock to her chest, making it feel even more heavy, as the fear hit hard. The dark Kimberly raised the palms of her paws to a good visual level and she looked at them with a look of slight happiness, making a very small smile, as the blood poured down her arms and gushed to the gravel below. "Blood is like hate...", she said in the same emotionless voice she had been using. "You're full of it. It consumes you. Without it, you're nothing. I am you", she said, making Kimberly cringe in anger, as well as overwhelming fear. "Shut up...", Kimberly growled in rage, practicly under her breath, feeling tears welling in her eyes. "I am darkness, pain, and suffering. My name is Kimberly", she said, extending her arms to her sides. Her hands glowed and she brought her paws back infront of her to look upon them. Her fingers were repaired, and only a little blood remained. She closed her left fist and extended her index and middle finger together, slowly licking the blood off of them. Kimberly could barely watch, with a tear of panic rolling down the side of her cheek. The demonic girl placed the fingers in her mouth just as slowly, and sucked off any blood that may have remained. Kimberly made a deep and low growl, that suddenly became a scream. "I don't want to hurt people!!", she shouted sharply, running towards the dragon. She started punching the girl in the muzzle and nose for a few moments, before she realized the dark girl wasn't even flinching. The demonic girl begun laughing, making Kimberly step back slowly with a face of terror. "See? You like hurting people", she mocked. "No!..", Kimberly shouted back with a teary and panicstricken voice, unable to be sure the evil Kimberly was wrong. "I am stronger then you. It's no use. I am you", she said blankly, suddenly raising her right hand high when she finished. A rock pillar flew down from the sky and impacted Kimberly's torso with a pointed end, blasting itself through. Kimberly flew several feet before the pointy end that was sticking out her back dug itself into the gravel. Her body was hung on the rock, with only her feet and hands reaching the ground. She had screamed so loudly as she was blown off her feet by the force of the rock's end going through her body. As soon as she stopped, she felt blood gushing from her chest and stomach, as well as out her back. It was dull and numb, but Kimberly felt pain and a sudden moment of mortal terror, before she was cut off from that plain. She awoke with a loud gasp, still feeling a numbing pain in her body and grasped her tummy to see if she was alright. "Kim?...Kimberly, are you alright?", Julia began to mumble, but straigtened out when she had fully woken up. She rolled over and placed a hand on her upper arm to try and calm her a bit, since Kimberly was panting and panicing from her nightmare. Kimberly found that she was alright, and calmed herself at the reassurance of her sister. She was breathing hard and panting, like she had fought for her life. Moving her arm, she wiped her wet eyes and coughed a few times, making a sigh at the end. "I'll be ok...", she whispered to Julia. "What happened? Was it Derek again?", Julia asked in all concern, rubbing her hand into Kimberly's arm. Kimberly trembled slightly as she calmed herself further. "No...it was someone worse", she replied quietly. Julia was more worried about her sister now. "Worse them him?! Please Kim, tell me what's wrong", she exclaimed, nearly begging Kimberly to let some weight of her chest. Kimberly took a few more deep breaths while she thought about it a bit. "Maybe tomorrow....I don't know, I just can't talk about it now....I don't feel good", she answered with fearful uncertainty. Julia sighed and rolled back over. "Ok Kimberly. Just try and get a good night's sleep now", she said caringly, not wanting to push her when she didn't need it. Kimberly always hated being interrogated, and her sister was going to respect her wishes. "G'night Jul...", Kimberly said exhaustedly, nuzzling her muzzle back into the pillow, while she pulled the covers back up to their correct height. Her mirror image's words stayed with her, and she fell back asleap while she thought about them over and over. Ron woke up groggily with a yawn and a stretch in his bed, while finding his pillow had fallen to the floor in his sleep. After lying there for a minute, he returned the pillow and got dressed. He wanted to leave to do some of his Christmas shopping before anyone got up. He was pretty sure they would be awake by the time he got back, but hiding gifts should be easy. He also had to go to his parent's place afterwards, so maybe he could stash them there for a while. It was nine, so he quickly grabbed his keys off the dresser and got the money from his closet, then set out for Target. Ron still had no clue what to get anyone, but browsing around should give an idea. Kimberly woke up as soon as Ron left, unable to sleep anymore. Yesterday's thoughts, and the night's trip to horror, flooded her mind with fright, worry, and sadness. She hated herself for what she's done, and did not know how to deal with the guilt any longer. Kimberly was scared to no end, wondering if that nasty replica of herself was actually a physical form of her evil side. I am you, she remembered loud and clear. I am stronger then you, came next. Kimberly wanted to hit something as hard as she could, but didn't want to wake her sister. The anger and guilt that had built up, she could no longer take. After she slipped out of bed, she got dressed and put on her shoes and Sheila's jacket. She left the house without telling a soul, and set off to find some sort of guidance. Julia however, was woken up by the front door, and looked over her shoulder to find her sister not there. "Kim?...", she mumbled. Thinking nothing of it, she snuggled herself back into the pillow for another hour of sleep, figuring she was only watching TV. Kimberly coughed a few times, and sniffled a bit from her cold, making irradic puffs of cool vapor in the air. The clouds were as dark and dreary as the day before, and it had gotten a few degrees colder. It was going to snow soon, and she could feel it in her painfully numb muzzle. She put her paws into Sheila's jacket's pockets, and pressed them against her body to stay warm. There was a slight breeze, and it made the air around her colder then ice. The weather was tolerable, even in her sickness, because her mind was too occupied with the storm within. It was a Sunday, and Kimberly saw people gathering at one of their local Catholic churches, seemingly happy to be getting out, even in the weather. She got an idea, and thought about it for a moment. Kimberly walked down the short roadway to the large church, glad to get out of the cold, since she had walked quite a ways by now. As expected the inside of the church was warm and welcoming, as she saw a few families that had arrived early, talking with eachother. Knowing a little bit about such things, Kimberly found a confession booth and quietly entered. Seeing a closed slide, covered by a screen, she bit her lip nervously and gave a gentle knock. The pannel slid open, and the voice of an aged man, who looked something like a badger through the screen, replied to her. "What have you come to confess today?", asked the caring voice, that put a few of Kimberly's nerves to ease. She was not religious at the least, but maybe this was a good place to ask of her problems. Kimberly cleared her throught, since her cold had gotten a little worse. "Um...hello sir", she greeted nervously, knowing not what to say. The man chuckled. "My child, people usualy say, oh father forgive me and whatnot", he laughed playfully. "You don't seem familiar", he had said, curious to this person. "I'm not really here to confess anything....I have something I thought you might be able to answer for me", she said. "Oh? What can I do for you then", he asked with apparent happiness. The man was of gentle voice and a deep care, making this a lot easier for her. Kimberly thought for a few moment before she began. "All throughout my life, I've done bad things and caused harm....I feel guilty for all the things I've done. I've stolen from my brother, sister, mother....set a fire in our house....lied, disobeyed....all sorts of things that scare me that I've done...", she tried to explain, speaking softly. "God forgives everyone for their mistakes if you ask", he replied as softly as Kimberly had spoken, seeing she was upset by some things. "Oh, no no father...I'm not here that...", she spoke with a nervous fear, afraid of speaking the things in her mind. "I don't know what to do with my guilt. I want to make things up to people, set things right, but....I'm afraid of the things I've done to hurt those I care about, because I don't understand a lot of things. No one points blame or distrust on me, even after what I've done to my family....and I can't live with myself any more. I want to....umm...repent, as you would say", she explained difficultly, trying to put the pain in her mind into words. "That does sound like a difficult problem....", he spoke lightly, thinking about all of it. "I have seen many people and the things they've faced. The best thing to do is tell the people you feel guilty for harming that you're sorry, and be there for them. The past cannot be repaired, so there is very little you can do but go on. You seem like a kind girl, and maybe feeling bad about childhood memories is a part of growing up. As long as you never wanted to hurt intentionally, or decieve knowing you would greatly harm others, there's nothing wrong. Just do your best child! Though you cannot work on the past, the future is wide open", he said like a glorious speech, pulling from his memories and faith. "Thanks a lot sir", Kimberly said appreciatively, getting off her seat. "Glad to be of help", the man said with a happy note, closing his slide. Kimberly opened the door and closed it gently, setting off for home, thinking about what he had said. It made perfect sense, but something bothered her. As long as I never wanted to hurt or decieve....she didn't know if she was that clean. She had hurt people before in different ways, be it physical or mental, and she wasn't sure if she did some of it on purpose when she was younger. That gave her enough cause to say she did. And to add, she knew she did nothing but lie when she was eight, nine, and ten. Anything to cover up something she did, even if she had already been caught. She swore she would make it up to her family and those who had harmed, but the things the man suggested, she had already done. He was much help, but Kimberly was still unsure of exactly how "kind" she really was. Even though the past couldn't be changed, the guilt felt like it couldn't be changed either. Kimberly would do anything to set things right for the evils of her past, but she still pondered if it even was her past. Maybe it was her present, and growing into the future. Could it be, that she couldn't balance the evil out with good, no matter how hard she tried? The demon of her dream was frightening and horrid....and it's name was Kimberly. Kimberly sneered for a moment, showing the tips of her teeth, making a little feeling return in her cold muzzle. Damn being hairless, she suddenly thought, interrupting the less welcome thoughts. She then sneezed twice, wiping the end of her nose and giving a nasaly sniff. While she walked, she looked around longingly, wishing she was home and not alone. A sudden snowflake landed on her muzzle, and she crossed her eyes to look at it. She looked up and saw a mass of glittery snowflakes, slowly making their decent to earth. There wasn't many snowflakes now, but there would be more later. Kimberly upped her pace a little bit, tired of the bitter cold, and gave a shiver when she started. She eventually made it home, with her legs aching from the walk and the cold. When she walked up her driveway to her door, she could have sworn that her muzzle had frozen, damming her lack of hair once again. She popped open the front door to her house, exhausted and freezing, and could barely wait to take a hot shower. By the time she had closed the door, her mother had hurried to her from the kitchen and her brother had sat up on the end of the couch, looking over. "Kimberly! You've had me worried sick!", her mother shouted, not knowing if she was angry or relieved. "I didn't mean to startle anyone...", Kimberly replied in a low, quiet voice, looking into her mother's eyes. "You're already sick, and you went out in this weather?! Without telling anyone where you were going or that you had even left?!", Gina shouted, not knowing what the hell was wrong with her daughter to do this. Kimberly lowered her head a bit, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry Kim, but you're grounded", she said lightly with a sigh. Kimberly's head quickly popped back up with a look of unwelcome surprise. Craig piped up in sympathy for her, saying, "Aww, come on mom. It's almost Christmas!". Gina shook her head softly. "If you left without telling me, I wouldn't let you go out either. It's only fair", she said solumnly. "You're grounded for a week", she told Kimberly. "A week?!", she snapped, upset about it. "Unless I decide to shorten it, you're not allowed out of the house. Behave yourself and I'll let you go on Christmas-eve day, alright?", Gina continued, trying to hide the sympathy she felt, even though her voice was too caring to hide all of it. Kimberly made a soft, sad growl, along with an expression that she sure wasn't happy with it. "I'm getting in the shower...", she sighed with apparent irritation in her voice. She quickly turned and went down the hallway to the bathroom, upset with her mother's decision. Gina sighed sadly. "I at least wanted her to take some more cold medicine...", she said towards Craig. "I think she's pretty mad", Craig tried to figure. "It's her own fault though. Rules are rules. She might be mad at me, but she'll get over it quick. I only care about her...", she replied, being a little somber. For Ron, his shopping morning went well. The time was now eleven-ten, and he had found something for Craig and Julia. He had to think a bit on whether to get what he did for Julia, but he decided it would most likely make her happier then anything. Gina and Kimberly were a little harder, since he didn't know what Gina would need or what Kimberly would like. That required a little recon, as Ron joked to himself earlier. He pulled his car into his parent's driveway, ready to do whatever his dad wanted done. This wasn't the most pleasant way to get back on his good side, but beggars can't be choosers. "Hello", he greeted simply, once he went inside. His mother was in the kitchen and his father was sitting on the couch with a newspaper. He left the two gifts in the car, since they could be easily concealed for him to bring in the house, and didn't have to keep them here. "Anything I can do for you today?", he asked, sort of wishing his father didn't have anything. "Ummm...", he mumbled, trying to jump start his train of thought. "Change the lightbulb in the garage, I don't feel like getting out the ladder in this cold....", he said, lifting his newspaper back up. "Lazy bastard...", Ron said under his breath, so no one would hear. "That it?", he decided to ask. "Guess so", his father replied, making Ron a little happy. Ron went into the garage, and quickly began hating the cold. He rushed the job as fast as he could, getting the ladder from the front of the garage and a bulb from a cabinet in back. The tip of his tail was the first to go numb, and he screwed in the bulb while thinking about the light snow that had begun to fall shortly ago. Once the ladder was back in it's place, he went back into the house. "Alright, I'm done", Ron declared, having a fresh lightbulb in place as asked. "Good, good", his father mumbled from his newspaper. "Would you like cup of hot chocolate hun? I started a kettle once the snow began to fall", his mother asked, getting a laugh. Ron didn't want to stay really, but his mother asked too nicey. "Sure", he replied to her, begining his trek to his diningroom table. There was a knock at the door, that made him turn and stop suddenly. "I'll get that", Ron announced, knowing his father wasn't about to get up. When he opened the door, he made a surprised face at who it was. "Hey Ron, I thought you'd be here", Julia said with a smile, finaly able to see him today. Ron looked behind him nervously, wondering what his parent's reaction was. He had never told Julia the real reason his parents kicked him out. His father looked at him strangely, and Ron didn't understand what the look was supposed to mean, but his mother on the other hand, actually spoke. "Hi Julia, come on in and have some hot chocolate with us!", his mother called from the kitchen, pulling down a third mug. Ron felt a little relieved after getting her an invitation. "Come on in Jul", he said happily, beckoning her inside. She did, and the two went and had a seat at their diningroom table with his mother. "You've been out all day, what have you been doing?", Julia asked, curious to how his day's been. "I changed a lightbulb a few minutes ago, and the rest is a secret", he smirked. "Secret?..", she said lightly. She knew he had been hiding something for a while now, with the money and all that, but it was always a secret. She thought he had no money now, so why is there still a secret? A notion of foul play went through her head, and she quickly tried to dismiss it. "So, how's things with you?", Ron's mother asked Julia, once she sat down and passed out the mugs. "Great. We're looking foreward to a cozy Christmas, especially with Ron joining the four of us", Julia replied with a little smile, trying to make things look good, since Ron had just been accepted back into his own family again. Craig sat in the center of his bed, staring at the phone he held in his hand. He wanted to try talking to one of his friends, but he couldn't find the courage to do it. Knowing it was pointless to continue harping over it, he sighed and walked out of his room, placing the phone back on it's charger. Once he did that, the front door opened and Ron and Julia came in from the cold. "I'm home!", Ron said happily, already tired from running around all morning. "As am I", Julia said with a strange accent, trying to be funny. Craig thought for a minute, and got an idea that didn't make him as nervous as a phone call. "Hey ma', could I take the car to the cafe? I'd only be a little bit", he asked over his shoulder, to his mother on the couch. "Sure thing", she replied while channel surfing. Craig tossed on his shoes and jacket in his room, and went back to the livingroom to grab the keys. "I'm going to try and talk to Justin, so hope I won't be out too short or too long", Craig said to his mother a little quieter then normal once he got the keys from the counter, and saw that no one else was around. "I can do that", Gina chuckled. "Good luck", she then wished him, since she didn't like seeing her son in such a predicament. "Thanks", he sort of chuckled back, heading out the door. Ron had went back to his room with Julia, even though Ron had been a little worried, since he had put the two gifts in his pant pockets, and they were quite noticible if his shirt rode up. They talked of things, getting a few laughs, while Ron ditched his shoes. When she turned her head for a moment, Ron slipped the gifts out of his pockets and put them underneath the bed so they could be moved later. Once she turned her head back, she was met with a passionate kiss, as Ron leaned her onto the bed and moved his hand down her side, onto her thigh. Julia giggled and rubbed his back affectionately. The two continued intimately, before Julia suddenly pulled away and asked him to stop. Being respectful, though confused, he got off of her and planted his feet back on the carpet. "What's wrong? Usually it's you who wants to rough-house", he said with concern, trying to be slightly humorous though his voice didn't say so. Julia sat up on the side of the bed. "I dunno...I guess I just don't feel up to it right now", she said as an excuse. Ron sighed in relief and smiled. "Oh alright, sorry about that then. I thought you would have appreciated that", he said happily, getting a chuckle from his last sentence. He cared about her a lot, so he was really respectful of her wishes. Julia giggled again slightly. "Just not how", she said with a smile, getting up from the bed. "I'm going to my room for a bit, I'll see you in a few, ok honey?", she said affectionately, running a finger across Ron's muzzle as she walked by. Once she left, Ron pulled the two gifts from under the bed and placed them in his hiding spot in the closet. He thought about Julia's decline to a little foreplay, and he knew that wasn't usually like her. Though, if she felt ill or tired, Ron wasn't about to blame her. Julia walked down to her room, feeling bad and strange for what she just did. Getting intimate with her mate was one of the things she loved most, but she just felt nervous, though she didn't want to be. She dismissed the idea of foul-play earlier, but the idea wouldn't leave her mind. Being untrusting of her mate made a sour taste in her mouth, after she knew of all the wonderful things he had done. The secrecy and awkward behavior he had been showing was giving her unwanted doubts. It wasn't like him to make a move like that, that was as intense as that was, and she found it strange he backed off so easily. He showed just as much love as always, maybe even more, so Julia figured maybe that was why she felt this way, trying to come up with indiscrepencies that may or may not exist. Julia quickly shook her head at her own thoughts and pushed open her ajar door, finding Kimberly in bed with her species book, without the happiest of looks. "Kim, you came home while I was out!", she said sort of happily, being that she was the one who alerted her mother to her disappearance. Kimberly made a sound of aknowledgement, turning the page she was on. "What happened? Where did you go?", she then asked curiously, removing her shoes and jacket. "I got grounded for a week, that's what happened", Kimberly growled slightly with a sad sigh of self-pity. "You know better Kim", Julia chuckled, remembering Kimberly's remarks about how she acted more mature then she did. "But why did you leave like that?", she asked with more curiosity. "I have a lot on my mind, and I had to go ask someone about what I should do", she replied in a quieter tone. Julia gave her a funny look. "You should have asked me Kim, I'm always there for you", she replied to her affectionately. Kimberly slowly closed her book and took a deep breath, letting it out as a low sigh. "This wasn't something I could have", she said in a low voice. Since Kimberly's problem involved Julia and the rest of the family, she could speak of it. Maybe she was scared of what they would say, if she brought up all the things she had done in the past. Julia watched her with worry and took a seat next to her on her own side of the bed. "Kim, you've been really closed for the past while now, and you actually got yourself into trouble after how long? Something is very wrong, and you need to talk to me Kim, please...", Julia practically begged. Kimberly made a small noise again, apparently pondering. "Julia, I'm sorry for all the mean things I ever said or done to you. Right now, I....I'm ashamed of how much I've hurt everyone I care about", she said at almost a whisper, while Julia moved closer to comfort her. "Of course I forgive you, I did a while back when you changed into someone so nice and loving", Julia said as caringly as she could, trying to understand why this was bothering her sister. "The person who burned stuff all over the house, cussed at you, hit you, stole from you....her name was Kimberly. There is no difference...", she whispered, growing more upset with her guilt. "Now that's where you're wrong", Julia said with a smile, giving her sister a poke on the muzzle. "Of course there's a difference! You're so nice and loving to everyone, and it's pretty much thanks to you I'm not such a bitch anymore!", she admitted with a laugh, putting her arms around Kimberly. "It sucks to see you so sad about things that happened long ago. Tell me Kimberly, would you do any of those things you just said now?", she said caringly, asking her a vital question. Kimberly looked at her with wet eyes, thinking about what she said. "No...I wouldn't do that to you...", she whispered, giving a sudden sob and a tear. "You don't resent me at all? I've done the most horrible things, and you love me like I never did those things?...", she said with her teary voice. "Of course Kim! Don't cry on me now. All of us are proud of you, and the only thing that you do that'll make us sad is when you're sad. Trust me Kim, you've changed a lot, and the simple fact you're sorry and upset by all of it just proves it!", Julia said as warm and loving as she could, actually feeling her own eyes get a little watery. "But what about the rash things I do? I torched a boat and ruined a wedding, and that wasn't too long ago...", Kimberly added. "You did what you thought was right, and no one disagrees with you. Sheila was being beaten like our own mom was at her age, and what you and mom did that evening changed Sheila's life! You did her entire life a wonderful service! As for Eliza, you stood up for your family and ruined the plans of something you saw wrong. Kimberly, are you scared that you're a mean person still?", she explained, getting a sudden notion. Kimberly gave another sob, with her eyes irritated from the accumulation of tears in them, and gave a solumn nod. Julia smiled and took the bed sheet, wiping her sister's eyes with it. "I think you should come talk to mom, she's worried about you too", she suggested, getting ready to get out of bed upon her sister's approval. Kimberly gave a few soft coughs. "I wanna talk to her alone....well, if thats ok", she said a little less painfully as before. "Sure. Mom's in the livingroom alone. Go on", her sister said with a welcoming smile, happy to see the genrally joyful girl feeling better. Kimberly slipped out of bed and returned the smile. "Thanks Jul, you have no clue what this means to me", she said with a shaky lip, before he left the room. Once she got to the livingroom, she took a seat next to her mother, who looked over surprisedly that she was there. Gina thought Kimberly would still be pretty pissed about being grounded. "Ma', Julia and I have been talking, and I need to talk to you too", she begun. "Go ahead Kim", her mother said with curious concern. Kimberly, though difficultly, explained everything she and Julia had said. She knew of no other way to explain it directly, so she repeated their conversaion, word for word. "I'm really sorry for leaving the house this morning, I wasn't thinking. I went to some church, and went to a confession booth to ask what I should do.....I've been crushed by guilt, thinking of how much harm I've caused this family, and I couldn't figure out if it was even possible to make it up", she said, begining to cry halfway through. Gina hugged her daughter tight, and Kimberly cried softly against her chest. "Oh Kim, I don't even think about those things anymore. You've been so bright and happy, I wouldn't have survived things without you. It was because of you I stood against my mother, and Julia was completely right....you've done so much good for the world, even if you haven't seen it. We owe things to you, not the other way around...", she explained to her, with the upmost motherly care. "I love you....all of you", Kimberly sobbed happily, unable to bear the love she just shortly ago didn't think she deserved. Gina let go of her, and looked into her eyes, seeing only purity, and the Kimberly she knew. "You're not grounded anymore. I guess that was just a lapse of judgement, could have happened to anyone", she said with a smile, giving a shrug that made Kimberly laugh. "I'm giving Sheila back her jacket, then I'm coming back to spend my day with my family", she chuckled, giving her mother a parting kiss and leaving for her room to get the jacket. Gina leaned back into the couch, knowing she had a fine young lady for a daughter, who was actually growing up faster then her body could handle it so seemed. She was proud of Julia and Craig as well, since Julia was now a model adult and Craig learned how to fix his problems a little better. She chuckled in her mind, and gave herself a mental pat on the back for nearly eightteen years of sucessful parenting. Craig threw his keys to his pocket while getting out of the car, closing the door. He was trying to act upbeat and carefree, though he knew he was shaking nervously while trying. He wandered inside as usual, finding the place to have a little fewer people then usual, since he didn't often come at this time of day. As he knew, Justin was, and he was sitting upon his stage playing his guitar, giving him a look when he walked in. Craig could feel Justin's eyes piering his soul, even whe he looked away, acting like he didn't know. "Heya Craig. The usual?", James asked Craig when he noticed his arrival at the bar. "Yeah", he replied sort of somberly, slipping two singles across the bar. While he went back to get his vanilla coke, Craig pulled his nerves together from his lust to fix this thing, and got off the stool, walking over to Justin. He stopped a little ways from his platform, returning a light appologetic look to his old friend's stare. "Want something?", Justin asked with an obviously angry tone. "Yeah man, lets talk about this", Craig said to the best of his ability, keeping his voice low and light as a feather. "You know what they say, you can't always get what you want", Justin said in a carefree way, continuing his string plucking. "Justin, don't do this to me....I'm sorry for being an ass, but I can't live knowing one of my bestest friends is pissed with me...", he said truthfully, hoping his friend would concider. Justin stopped his song and suddenly began playing some sad song to mock Craig, giving a smirk all the while. "Please?...", he said as a plea, giving his friend one last chance before he gave up. Justin paused and placed his guitar beside him within a moment. "Alright", he relented, pointing towards the bathroom hallway so they'd be able to talk without evesdropping. Craig walked down there with Justin, feeling even more nervous, now that they were going to actually talk. "So I'm guessing you figured out you were an asshole?", Justin told him as soon as thet stopped, refering back to Matt and the park. "Yes yes, I know how I acted", he replied somewhat embarassedly. "I was trying to be a big shot and it backfired", he admitted for the record. "Uh-huh...and?", Justin beckoned him to continue. "Well, I'm sorry for getting you and the others hurt for no reason....I want to put this behind me....", he went further with a sigh at the end. "Can's always get what you want Craig, and this happens to be one of those times", Justin replied sternly, making Craig's body tense with sadness. "Didn't I say Matt looked like a rocker? Well guess what show-off! He is!", he growled spitefully. Craig's expression looked confused, like it didn't know if it was angry, sad, or pathetic. "A whole bunch of people here know him, and they don't exactly like you anymore once they found out", he kept going, speaking mockingly, that really did make Craig feel angry. "Dammit...", he growled deeply and solumnly. "No, damn you!", Justin retorted with emphisis, unintentionally baring some of his dragon teeth in his angry yelling. "You fucked up, and you'll have to live being a failed big man!", he shouted angrily, throwing a finger in Craig's face. It was highly unlike Justin to be angry or violent, but being hurt the way he was by the person he concidered to be his best friend really set him off. His words had thuroughly mocked Craig's terrible attempt to impress his friends, and even Justin was about to sit by and take that kind of mental abuse from someone he trusted. "Justin, why are you being like this!? Things don't have to be this way!", he snapped in a worried panic. "I can forgive you eventually, because you ARE sorry for what you did and all, but I'll warn you now, I'm probabbly going to be the only one Craig...", he said on a lighter note that was still heavy, shaking his head a bit. "But just not now, I'm too pissed", he said in a tired way, walking out of the hallway, leaving a crushed Craig behind. "Bye Justin...", he told him in a distrought way, and he started to walk again. He grabbed his soda off the counter and guzzled it before he left. Craig got into the family car, getting the painful notion that his family was the only people he had left, that understood him any. From the top, down to the bottom within a day. That's life.....Craig couldn't be more sad about things. His friends meant a lot to him, and hanging out with people, having a good time was like his hobby. Switching between thoughts of sadness and anger, he left, knowing he was screwed and alone. Kimberly froliced over to Sheila's house through the lightly falling now, caring less it was cold and she'd be walking home with only a T-shirt. Her mother didn't want her to be in the cold long with her illness, so she was just going to give her the jacket and go. She was so happy to know her family loved her more then ever, and the past was forgotten and meaningless. Even for a cold dragon that wasn't properly bundled up, she was loving the snow and every bit of it. With a skip and bound, she went across Sheila's frontyard. Kimberly never liked to deal with her dad, knowing what he did to her best friend. Before she made it to the front door, she heard Sheila's child-like giggle from the side of their house. Having fur, she was probabbly enjoying the snow that was slowly accumulating on the ice coated grass, and Kimberly went to join her for a moment before she left. Once she made it to the corner of the house, she stopped suddenly and without a sound. Infront of her, just before Sheila's window, were a certain fox and wolf, lying on their sides, staring into eachother's eyes while their hands met. Chris embraced Sheila, kissing her, and sliding his hand down her side to her thigh slowly, where he stroked across it with his fingers, down to her pelvis. Sheila replied once he begun, licking his muzzle and feeling his torso with her paws, examining the firm muscles and ribs. Kimberly after witnessing this act, wondered if Sheila's puberty came early, or her own was late, but for the most part she was really thinking about getting out of there, not wanting to stare. She knew there was a connection between Chris and Sheila, but not that much, and not that quickly. With a shocked and awkward face, she slowly slipped one foot back to back out before the two love canines looked downward and noticed her. The act of trying to back away triggered the two's senses and ears, and they perked their heads up real fast. A split second later, the two scrambled apart, with Chris saying, "Shit!", and Sheila just yelping embarassedly. Kimberly flnung her paws to her muzzle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!", she appologized desperately, feeling put on the spot for catching the two in the act, while the two continued scrambling, getting to their feet. "Sheila, I gotta go..", Chris said quietly and hurried, his voice flooded with nervousness and panic, even with his hushed volume. As quickly as he said those words, he ran off towards his own house, after recieving an embarassing shock like that. Sheila outstretched her paw, yearning for him to not run, though not saying a word. She turned to Kimberly with a stern, unwelcoming look, walking up the house a little bit to get to Kimberly, who looked absolutely shocked. "Sheila, I'm so sor-..", Kimberly began appologizing again out of her own panic, only to be slapped across the entire side of her muzzle with Sheila's full force. Her paw's slap made a hard crack across her bare muzzle skin, and Kimberly was so surprised by something she didn't see coming, she didn't even yelp. Slowly turning her head back to her friend with a saddly surprised face, with it's expression clearly asking why she did that to her friend, she placed her left paw on her muzzle, keeping quiet in shock. "Dammit Kimberly!", Sheila shrieked, giving a piercing growl, while she stomped to her window. Her eyes began to sting from the cold, making the tears that were welling icey. "Sheila, what are you doing? He's not forcing himself onto you is he?!", Kimberly said in concern, ignoring the fact she had just been slapped for a moment, stepping after Sheila. Sheila stopped suddenly with her window open, ready for her to jump inside. "You ruin this, and now you go and judge us too?!", she cried, feeling the fur beneath her eyes getting moist. Sheila looked like she wanted to shout something else in her embarassed, angry panic, but she choked on her tears and began crying, quickly leaping into her window and closing it. Kimberly's heart felt so heavy with confusion and a new sense of guilt, getting into the right place at the wrong time. She didn't even get to give her friend her jacket back, and thank her. Kimberly failed to understand her actions, or what was going on between the fox and wolf. Fearful that she might make a sob herself, Kimberly started back for her own house, worrying of what to do with her best friend. She was going to give her some time, but the two would have to talk. Kimberly opened to door of her house, being enveloped by it's warmth upon her entry. "You didn't give Sheila back her jacket?", her mother said from the couch, surprised she was still wearing it. "Not yet", Kimberly replied, walking down the hallway to her room, hoping Julia would be there. Gina looked down the hallway at her hasty daughter, and made a confused look. Kimberly pushed open the door and closed it completely, with Julia giving her an eye like her mother did at her strange behavior. She got up onto the bed next to her sister, and quickly went into a more serious tone. "Julia, big problem", she said a little hastily. "Um, go ahead Kim", Julia said a little strangely, showing how confused she was, although curious to her sister's panic. "I caught Chris and Sheila making out, they paniced, Chris left quickly, and Sheila slapped me, started crying, and went inside her house", Kimberly rambled in a confused haste of her own, never before dealing with something like this before. Julia eyeballed her for a few moments, while her younger sister sat there with her own disgruntled look, idle. "Kimberly, I think you need to see mom and have the 'girl talk'...", Julia said with her voice low, flooding with a sort of comical awkwardness. "Not that Jul!", Kimberly snapped annoyed-like, being that was far from what she was confused about. "Why did they spaz? And why did Sheila hit me?", she clarified. "Well, that's a sister question alright...", Julia muttered, stroking her muzzle in thought. "Aren't these two only twelve?", she thought she should ask, wondering why the two were so close already. "Sheila is, but Chris is thirteen. Is he forcing her?!", she answered, jumping back into her confused panic. "Well, what was she doing?", Julia then asked, trying to evaluate the situation. "She was kissing him...and touching his chest.....I guess she wasn't", the young dragon tried to discribe, pretty much answering the question for herself. It was obvious, but she was just not comfortable with the thought of her friends doing that. "Right. It sounds like they're in love", Julia told her, with her voice a little more comfortable as she understood what was going on. "But...aren't they young for that?", Kimberly continued, still not grasping the shock of her best friend and Chris. "Love is something you can find once you're interested in it, if you know what I mean. They are young sure, but I seriously doubt they do anything more then kiss or snuggle", Julia explained to her best sisterly extent, being positive she was correct in everything she said. Kimberly looked down a bit with a little noise and a sigh. "But why did Chris panic, and Sheila slap me?", she got into, needing answers for their rash behavior. Julia made a small smile, thinking of her sister's child-like curiosity. "Chris could have been embarassment, from the fact you saw them, to the fact that the relationship was meant to be kept secret. He could be afraid of his parents finding out and things, which is the most likely story. As for Sheila, she sounded really upset that you intruded, and it didn't matter to her mind that it was accidental. What you saw might have ruined something between them, like their little secret, not to mention you ruined that moment at least. Give them both time, they should calm", she explained proudly, finding a good use of her knowledge of pubescent relationships within her memory. Her freshmen year was a good time for that, as common knowledge floated around, just waiting to be spread and accumulated. "Well....", Kimberly mumbled, drifting a bit into a wordless thought. "I guess it makes sense", she admitted, still thinking a little more. Julia put an arm around her sister, resting her paw on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it", she chuckled with a smile. "You'll get used to things like this, and...well....I hope Sheila does too, so she doesn't slap anyone else!", be began with a light chuckle, ending with a laugh, that got Kimberly to smile and chuckle a bit, letting go of her worries for her friendship. "Thanks again Jul", she said happily, giving her big sister a quick hug before hopping off the bed to remove Sheila's jacket and her shoes. Gina turned her head around on the couch a while after, upon hearing the car, then her front door. In walked Craig as she guessed, getting up from her couch. "So Craig, everything's ok now?", she said upbeatly with a smile, walking around the couch to her son. Craig sighed, stopping a ways behind the couch while his mother stopped infront of him. "Nope...", he said with a frown, disheartened by the things plaguing him. Gina's smile ceased, and she studdered for a second before speaking. "Oh...I'm sorry. It'll get better", she said a little lightly, trying to add the motherly reassurance. She didn't expect that answer to the least, and felt bad for assuming too much. But her son as so determined and sad about what he did, she was almost positive he'd be able to set things straight, and fast too. Maybe Craig was right, she began thinking, remembering her son's words from yesterday; maybe it wasn't as easy as she thought. Kids today aren't any different from yesterday's, as they all go through the same crap and social turmoil in school as she did, so she began to understand a little clearer of what kind of trouble this was. "I'll give him time to cool off...", Craig just mumbled sadly, giving a light sigh. With that, he set off for his room to get his shoes off, and most likely sulk. Gina turned her head back to the couch with an inaudiable quick sigh, just adding to her sympethetic look. She walked back around the couch and lied down, coming to thinking again about what to get Craig for Christmas. She really needed to start her shopping, so she would have to come up with something soon. Not only did she want to make the caning incident up to him, she really had no idea what he would want. The older they get, the harder it is. Well, there was always the technique of asking a random question and seeing what kind of answer you get, but Gina would wait till her son was in a better mood for her inconspicuous information seeking. With Ron and Julia having their things done for the day, and Kimberly and Craig having friendship issues, everyone was in the house for the rest of the day. After dinner that evening, they all sat together in the livingroom as a family, watching the Sunday night TV. Gina did a little work to get that to happen, since she wanted everyone to feel a little more comfortable and open. The tension from the others because of their problems was making her feel bad. She sat on the couch, with Ron and Julia beside her, and Kimberly and Craig found a spot on the carpet infront of the coffee table. Even though she had them together, she needed to spark a conversation of some sort. Craig had been quiet all day, only mumbling to damn himself, and Kimberly was just worried about her best friend from what Julia told her. "I've been having trouble Christmas shopping this year", Gina said out of the blue, hoping to just get someone to say something. The truth was, she had no clues to even start her shopping, but they didn't need to know that much. "Can't think of anything?", Julia asked with a teasing voice, lightening the atmosphere though she didn't know it. "Come on, I'm easy....sorta...", Kimberly said when she rolled over onto her other side to face the couch, getting second thoughts about how easy she might be. It's not like I shop for myself afterall, she giggled in her head. "Well actually, Craig's the hardest right now. I was thinking he needed something special to make up for a few things", Gina said a little incognito, looking for some sort of hint while admitting to why she was having the trouble. Everyone knew what she refered to. The memory of guilt and sympathy for the undeserving boy never left their minds, especially Craig's own. The mere mentioning of it brought a discomfort to their chests, along with anything else wedding related. "You'll do fine. I don't think theres even anything I want, since I've been pondering about it for a while. Really, don't worry about it", Craig responded calmly and reassuringly, making a gulp before he began, feeling the tingle he got when he remembered. Not even a moment later, he made his way to his feet slowly, stretching along the way. "I'm going to listen to music and relax for a while", he let the group know, as he made a small yawn and set off for his room. Gina wasn't all too pleased at the sucess of her try, but appreciated that they at least spoke. "Julia, Ron, what about you two?", Gina asked as Craig set off down the hall, wanting to clear the air of the room of it's horrible, choking silence, after she mentioned "it". "New clothes is always nice", Julia suggested, trying to be simple. Ron just stroked his muzzle. "You shouldn't get anything for me, I think you've done enough by even giving me a home", he said a little lower then normal, getting his truthful appreciation across. He really meant those words, and had always felt bad for intruding on their lives and taking Kimberly's room, which he came to know she liked a lot. Gina made a small giggle, knowing that remark to be the usual, caring less about himself Ron. "I'll think of something", she said in a teasingly hintive way, letting him know he wasn't about to spend a Christmas without anything. What fun is that? Their show flicked back on from it's commercials and the little family settled back into being quiet a little longer, but Gina was only going to let the silence last untill the next commercial. She wasn't about to let everyone be unhappy this time of year, so she would try her damnedest whenever possible, though she was sorry Craig wasn't around anymore, since he was her biggest worry. Craig felt himself sulky, maybe even a little more then he was just a few minutes ago. He stepped up to his stereo and flicked on the power, as the LED's and display flickered and flashed to life. After waiting three seconds for the stereo to "boot", sort of speak, he switched the input to CD and pressed play, lowering the volume to a soft melody before he sat down on the side of his bed to sigh. He flopped his back onto the bed, feeling weight from his heart and mind. Justin and the crew were pushed aside in his memory for the moment, while a memory he learned to repress kicked him square in the nuts. He was glad his mother remembered that late morning well, because he sure as hell did. He knew she wouldn't forget, and actually appreciated the warmth she was trying to bring, but Craig felt he deserved nothing...after hearing her own childhood. The day after they came back from the wedding, he found himself trying to sit on the couch, growling and wimpering at the merciless stings at the base of his legs, from the lower strikes upon them. No one was around, because he convinced his mom to let him stay home that Monday morning, while the other three went to school. Gina knew why he asked, and wasn't going to tell him no. Craig felt like taking off his pants and throwing them in a fit, damming the swollen red lines at the bottom of his tail and legs. He thought they'd calm down and heal quicker then this, but he found out it got worse before it got better. The bruising became more apparent, and the stings spread into aches, making anything he did absolute torture. He didn't realize how loud a few of his rumbling growls and pathetic whines were, and his mother appeared from her room, just sort of watching him sadly. It took him a moment to notice her standing there, and he bit his lip embarassedly, trying to stay quiet for a few moments. Gina sighed deeply, and slowly walked around the side of the couch and sat on the opposite side of the couch from her poor son. Her words tore through his already tortured heart, 'I'm sorry, it usually lasts for a week..'. Craig wimpered after that and sunk into the sofa, sulking over his pain. Gina thought it would be best, to fully explain to him her childhood...more then anyone had ever heard. Her poor son looked like he was choking, as she began to discribe the life as an abused child. The smallest infraction would earn her a spanking of some sort, no matter if she was sorry or didn't mean to. A list of implements a mile long, with paddles, big and small, thick and thin, canes of all types, belts, straps, flogging devices, a yard stick, and switches from numerous trees and types. Thin ones that stung like nothing else, that left her aching and raw, to thicker ones that left her bleeding and drowning in her own tears. She discribed the nights, tied to that pipe and left there, feeling like no one would ever come through that pitch blackness to save her. She would struggle with the rope around her right wrist untill it dug into her skin and trickled blood and sweat. There was little sleep, and no comfort, sitting upon open wounds, feeling the sticky blood drying beneath her tail. Upon that terrifying discription, Craig was forced to look away from his mother, for he had begun crying. Gina placed arm around him, wishing her past didn't hurt so much, as Craig cried not just softly. Letting her tortured son releace his saddness and sympathy, she choked down a few insecurities and continued. She remembered all the times she had been tied up and beaten, even with a detached broom handle. Lashes upon her paws made them swell and turn red, making the simple task of playing a hastle. There was never sympathy for her, and she knew it, the times she had been whipped bloody, beaten nearly unconcious, clinging onto life, only because the little girl didn't know how to let go. When she caned Craig, she left him the dignity of his underwear, which she never ever got, and struck him with less power and time then her mother did. She only did enough to make the sound her mother would have wanted; that blood curdling crack across bare flesh. If it was her, her mother would have drawn blood, whipping her as long as it took for her to lose the ability beg or cry, before she would have locked her in that room's closet, coming back only when she was sure the small girl had wet herself from being there scared for so long. Always alone in the dark, wondering if today was the day she would finally die. To this day, Gina is still covered with scars, all across her thighs and the bottomside of her tail, including other random marks across her body, from any other lash or horrible punishment she recieved, including an obvious one up the base of her tail she doesn't like thinking about. Craig couldn't have been more astonished, disgusted, crushed, or anything else negative. His own welts were reduced to wraps upon the wrist, comparing this one incident to the far beyond uncountable sets his mother was literally tortured with. Though his sobbing stopped in his shock, the tears flowed freely down his cheeks and muzzle, finding no words, as if he had forgotten his own language. His mother made a sob of her own and embraced her loving son tight, appologizing perfusedly for causing something she had long endured, knowing the blood stained rod's history. The two dragons dripped tears upon their legs and the couch, just holding eachother, trying to calm themselves in the silence, only hearing small sniffles, breathing, and the occational sob. When the two were done, Gina kissed Craig on the forehead, leaving for her bathroom, and returning with a bottle of lotion she said would help the pain. The cream helped him through the long week, but barely. His heart was full of sadness and anger, not even knowing how his mother survived. The only person he ever had the urge to kill was Derek Ramos after he slashed his sister, but that eventually subsided. The urge to inflict ultimate harm upon his grandmother didn't. He hated her so much for making his mother bleed and cry for so, so, many years. He told himself over and over, how he whip her bloody if he ever saw her again. He wasn't going to though, and accepted that she was at least going to die lonely. Not enough for the pain she caused, he did so think, but forced himself to accept it, for it was the best he was going to get. Craig always felt so much closer to his mother after that talk they had, and he thought of himself more as her little boy, putting the caning thing aside and making her as proud as she could be. He pleaded that he would stop smoking completely if she didn't lash him, and though he still was, he quit cigarettes anyway. People at the cafe were surprised and didn't believe it at first, but came to accept it when they never saw him light up again. He still though, couldn't bare to think of his wonderful, loving, and caring mother, being beaten and lashed bloody with switches, straps, and all those things he was afraid to even think about. He couldn't look at the belts that hung in his closet, or even a fallen tree branch the same way again, knowing of the pools of blood they can cause. He even strived for better grades and stopped skipping classes, just so she wouldn't get mad. Craig a few times wanted to stomp down to Kimberly's room and slap her across the muzzle harder then anything before, for being so damn disobedient and bratty when she was younger, to make their mother use that ruler she kept beside her desk next to the kitchen, and making her own memories return. He knew though, that would solve nothing, and hurting his sister wasn't something his more caring paws were about to do. A childhood void of love and bliss....how did she live? The simple thought of someone lashing something into a blood covered open wound was enough to make him feel sick, but this was his mother, and she knew it even worse then that. He knew she had been disappointed by what happened at the park, and he wasn't going to lie about it. It hurt doing that to her, even more then one of that boy's kicks to his chest. While he lied there, sprawled upon his bedsheets and blanket, he felt like a good cry would help, but no relieving tears would come. Kimberly removed her pants and folded them nicely beside her closet, settling in for bed. Julia was staying up for a while longer, so she just quickly got comfortable and under the covers, snuggling into it's warmth. Her mother said she and her could go out in the morning to get her a new jacket. One that was more suited for a dragon. Kimberly never liked the somewhat thicker coats they made for dragons, with their large hoods and all, but she was tired of being cold and unable to have fun in the snow, that was still softly falling. She would occationally siff, cough, or sneeze, from her annoying cold. Whenever she lied down, her nose would clog and her sinuses would hurt. She wasn't the biggest fan of being sick, even if it got her out of school, so being ill on her holiday was even more irritating. She clicked the light off on Julia's side of the bed, rolling over a few times, and rolled back, assuming Julia could see alright if she left the door slightly ajar untill she changed. She hoped her sister was right about Sheila....she didn't know what she'd do if she lost her best friend. Sheila moved into the neighborhood when she was two, and the familes allowed the two to play together. She came from England, and still has a slight accent she picked up from her parents. The two girls bonded over the years, getting into trouble together, sharing secrets, and just having fun. They played when they were in diapers, and slowly grew up together through thick and thin. This was why she put herself on a limb to help her, burning that boat in retrobution, even when she knew her own rear end was going to get it, and hard. She accepted the sacrafice, and with her mother's help, it wasn't in vain. Sheila's friendship was something she didn't know how to live without, because it had always been there. The two girls would do their best to help the other, so Kimberly's thoughts on being slapped and screamed at made her uneasy. If everything that's been shared was pointless.....no, Kimberly wouldn't think it. She and Sheila would just have to talk it out, just like they always would. When Julia came in an hour later, her sister was calmly asleap on her side of the bed, and it was cute enough to make her smile and wish she was that young again. So innocent. She quickly got comfortable and got into bed, gently moving her sister's tail out of the way so she could lie down. Upon his alarm clock, Ron was once again the first awake. He wanted to sleep, and sleep quite a bit more infact, but he had some shopping to do. It was only nine, and no one would be up for a little bit more, so he got dressed and left, making sure to grab his money beforehand. He knew Gina and Kimberly were going to Target, so he was going to avoid that store for today. He wanted to hit Walmart and Radioshack, looking to find something he hadn't yet looked at. He expected Kimberly to be easy enough, and Gina as well. With any left over cash, he might get Craig or maybe Kimberly something extra, since the thing he got Craig wasn't too expensive, and Kimberly was the youngest. Shortly after ten, Kimberly slowly awoke to the gentle voice of her mother, and a light rubbing upon her back to wake her nicely. She made a small noise while her legs stretched, indicating she was awake, or almost. She opened her eyes and rolled over, finding a familiar muzzle above her own. "Mornin' Kim. Let's start getting ready to go. You hungry for breakfast yet?", she whispered with a smile. Kimberly yawned and sniffed, trying to clear her nose. "Nah, not yet", she replied, slipping out of the bed, with her mother moving out of her way a bit. "I'll see you in a few minues then", she whispered happily, trying to be quiet enough to not disturb her other daughter. Kimberly replied with a silent smile in her grogginess, making it to her feet, while her mother returned to the livingroom. Kimberly stumbled across the hall, still trying to wake up, to use the bathroom before she did anything. By the time she returned to her room, she was mostly awake, and her sister still wasn't. Kimberly tiptoed around, grabbing a good pair of jeans from her closet and a very light blue t- shirt. She tossed her old shirt upon she and Julia's little clothing pile and put on the new one, then deciding to get the jeans on while standing by "hopping" into it. She didn't want to sit on the bed, with the fear of rocking it and waking Julia by accident. Being dressed, she put on Sheila's jacket, without caring to button it, and put on her bracelet and necklace, just to look nice. Kimberly left her room and closed the door till it was just a crack, leaving it slightly ajar, and went to the livingroom to find her mother finishing her coffee at the diningroom table. "Nice timing", she said, taking the last sip of her morning beverage. "So you're ready to go?", Kimberly asked, wondering if there was anything else her mother needed to do before they left. "Yep. We can go", Gina replied upbeatly, taking her mug to the dishwasher and grabbing the keys off the kitchen counter. It wasn't very often at all that she and Kimberly got to go out together, and she welcomed the opportunity, especially after Kimberly's guilt issue. Gina could do some mother daughter bonding and whatnot, getting to talk together and discuss things like two young girls would. Gina got into her driver's seat, and Kimberly got in next to her, actually able to sit upfront. "Seat-belt", was all she had to say, to remind her to strap herself in. Kimberly made a yawn when they pulled out of the driveway, still feeling like it's early morning. "So Kim, I hear you caught Sheila and her friend yesterday", her mother brought up, wondering if the two could talk while she drove. "Ah, Julia told you about that. Yeah, it was kinda nasty. Like damn, she's twelve like me!", Kimberly spoke upbeatly back, enjoying her mother's happy atmosphere. She liked the idea of spending time with her mother as much as Gina wanted to spend time with her. Gina chuckled a bit. "Boys will be boys, and girls will be girls. Just look at it in a "cute" way", she replied a little humorously, finding the situation to be classic. "Are you mad at her for slapping you?", she then asked, acting like a gossiping little girl. "I'm not sure", she replied a little lower, shaking her head. Sheila was her best friend, but she didn't know if Sheila still saw her the same way, so it was hard to tell. She didn't want to be mad at her friend, but she would be mad if she wasn't her friend. "Something I was thinking of asking you....", Kimberly mumbled, shifting her tail a bit. Gina waited a few moments, but didn't exactly hear anything more. "Go ahead Kim, you can ask anything you want", she said very openly, letting her Kimberly know there were open ears and a mouth that could reply without discrimination. "Well, it's about....is my, erm, puberty late, or Sheila's early?", Kimberly embarassedly asked, thouching a subject with a child's curiosity. Gina made a tiny smile at the question, getting the tingly feeling that her girl was growing up. "Do I smell fish?", she said very comicly, knowing she was teasing her pretty bad. "That's not funny!!", Kimberly shouted embarassedly in a whine, though still finding her mother's joke to be somewhat amusing. Gina had quickly cracked up laughing, and had a hard time stopping it. "Well the fact you got that joke is a good sign that you know a few things. You're both doing fine, and are right on schedule. Dragon females take slightly longer then others to reach maturity, while males reach them quicker. You'll learn that in Health next semester, from what I remember from Julia", she then explained, not wanting to tease or embarass her daughter anymore, and hoped she at least got a mental laugh from it. "Thanks for answering that for me", Kimberly said appreciatively, letting any kind of embarassment slip away. She could rely on her mother for anything, and it was a comphy thing to know. "Hey, I have a question for you too", Gina said, making her daughter's attention turn completely to her. "Has Craig hinted anything he'd like for Christmas at all? This is hard!", she then asked, fearing not to ask Kimberly that question. "Fraid not. He does like electronic things though", she said, however getting a suggestion. "What kinds of things?", Gina thought she could clarify. "Well, he's good with computers from what he's told me", Kimberly tried to remember. Gina just sighed. "Damn, I can't afford that....", she grumbled. Their family was getting behind in technology, since they didn't have one of those devices. She knew they could really use it for school, but she didn't know anyone who had any intrest in them. "I'll get a computer with my tax return. Any other ideas Kim?", she came out and said, looking for another idea. "Hrmmm...", Kimberly mumbled, putting a paw beneath her muzzle in thought. "I don't think I have anything more", she replied a little disappointedly. When Craig said he hadn't been needing anything, he pretty much meant it for all she knew, since she hadn't heard a damn thing. "Oh well. To let you know also, there'll be a surprise on Wednesday. I found a lil' something out this morning, and I think you'll be very happy", Gina said out of the blue, making her daughter quite curious. "A surprise?", she repeated, looking for just maybe a little hint, clue, or something. "I'm not saying a thing", her mother laughed. "Don't worry about it, we have plenty of things to do today and tomorrow before that. Not to mention you have your work cut out for you with Sheila", she told her, trying to ease the curiosity.

FSE

Title: 100% Pure Sex Ch. 01 Tags: seduction, swinger, seduce, swinging, 2 couples, partner swapping, temptation, open marriage *Sun, sex and seduction on the French Riviera* Susan sat where the gentle waves could lap at her feet. It was warm enough in the sun, but she didn't like swimming unless it was really hot. Like tomorrow was forecast to be. She was content enough to sit and look out over the waters and marvel at the colour of the Mediterranean. She heard soft footsteps on the sand approaching her from behind and she was aware of her heartbeat quickening. The dark, muscular body that sat down close beside her was not her husband. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that Matt was 20 metres or so behind her, further up the beach. He appeared to be re-reading his screenplay as usual. Clara was lying topless face-down on a towel next to him. Susan turned quickly back to scan the horizon in front of her. "C'est incroyable!" Julien almost whispered as he took his place beside Susan. She didn't look at him. Her pulse leaped again. She was nervous, excited, and embarrassed all rolled up together. Just the fact of being topless in public had taken her out of her comfort zone from the start. Susan kept telling herself that it was all perfectly normal in France. Although no-one would have thought any worse of her if she hadn't followed Clara's lead in effortlessly stripping down to her bikini bottoms. Susan considered her breasts to be one of her best assets. Matt had told her so often enough over the years to reinforce that. They were round and luscious and desirable - and Susan knew it. And, deep down, she wanted to show them off to Julien too. After 18 years of marriage, Matt's physical attentions had been gradually dwindling. Not his love for her, mind you. That remained as strong as ever. But now, suddenly - surprisingly perhaps - they seemed to be on the verge of both getting what they wanted from this trip: Matt the chance to spruik his script to a big name director, Susan to get a little sizzle back into her life. And it was all thanks to a fortuitous meeting with Julien and Clara 2 nights ago. What was that old saying? "Be careful what you pray for!" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien eased his body down onto the hard sand beside Susan. He knew that she didn't know much French, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what "C'est incredible" meant. Nor to understand just what he was referring to! All day Julien had taken whatever chance he could to compliment her, and yet always in a way that could possibly be construed as something else. Even now: if challenged he could simply say he was referring to the stunning view of the ocean. Susan kept looking out across the sea. "Thank you," she said softly to him. Julien was sure that she had understood the implication of his comments. Thus far she had always seemed to take him at his literal words, but now a smile played at the corners of her lips. This was the first time she had acknowledged that his comment had really been about her. He smiled inwardly. This was starting off very promisingly indeed. It seemed like Clara was going to be right. Again. His wife seemed to have a gut instinct about people. Julien had witnessed the fruits this had borne many times now and knew better than to question her judgment in such matters. There was no way he would have picked these two for instance. An average suppressed English couple he had taken them for, so he was surprised to find Clara inviting them to back to their villa for several days after meeting them on the TGV from Paris to Avignon. There was no doubt that Susan was beautiful. And there were signs she was beginning to thaw out already. Probably overlooked and ignored by a husband obsessed with his precious script. The sort of situation Julien was only too experienced in exploiting. Clara would have the tougher challenge for sure, wresting Matt's attention away from his pet project. Although there was no doubt that Clara had the wiles - and the assets - to do it. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Clara smiled as her husband went over to sit next to Susan. She had high hopes for this couple. There would be a fair bit of resistance to break through first, but in instances like this a small crack might be all that was needed. Clara had seen several times before how tiny fissures in long-held defenses could open up dramatically, leading to a powerful explosion of pent-up passion. This was exactly what she was hoping for here. Susan and Matt - strict moral code the both of them; the explosive release would be all the sweeter. So much more intense and satisfying than breaking in virgins, she thought to herself. Virgins were almost always too timid and unsure of themselves in bed. These two, however, had had years of experience - although admittedly only with each other. Susan was the more attractive of the two really. At 41 she was the same age as Clara, and both of them would easily be mistaken for at least a decade younger. Matt was a little on the paunchy side, and certainly couldn't match the ruggedly handsome physique of her own husband. Hopefully this would encourage a few naughty thoughts from Susan! Clara had witnessed many times just how many women lusted after such a body as Julien had. But Clara didn't begrudge her side of the deal at all. Physically Matt was a bit flabbier than she would have preferred, but this was of secondary importance. No, what mattered most of all was that he was clearly a man of action, a man of passion and creativity. He would be dynamite, Clara was sure....if only she could supply the flame! She looked over her shoulder. Julien and Susan were sitting near the waters edge - so close together they were almost touching. Beside her, sitting in a low beach chair, for all the world blind to this and to Clara's own semi-naked form, Matt was thumbing through his well-worn screenplay. She sighed. Perhaps she should have worn the G-string bikini bottoms after all. But no, she didn't want to excite any strong jealousy from Susan too early. Clara decided she needed to do something to step things up a notch, jealousy or not. Susan seemed rather occupied right now though. With any luck she might not even notice. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Matt was in a state of suppressed excitement because of the woman next to him on the beach. She was undeniably gorgeous and sexy, but it was the fact that she was possibly going to affect a personal introduction to several international film producers that was setting him on edge. So much so that he had even brought his scripts down to the beach with him. He was oblivious to his wife and Julien moving off to sit at the waters edge. Clara's voice sexy French voice intruded on his thoughts. "Could you do me a favour, Matt?" As he looked over she pushed herself up and reached over into her bag for something, her breasts on clear display. Matt certainly didn't mind that sort of an interruption to his work! Clara brought forth a bottle of sunscreen. "Would be so kind as to put some on my back?" she said softly. Matt was secretly thrilled to be allowed some direct skin contact with his beautiful hostess. He briefly wondered if perhaps her husband should be doing it though. It was then he noticed that Julien seemed rather occupied with Susan. Matt felt a slight pull of jealousy, but he also felt a strong trust in his wife's fidelity. Anyway, he couldn't really be jealous of her when he was about to be rubbing lotion on another woman's back! He set to work applying the sunscreen as Clara settled back down on her towel. Her brown skin was warm from several minutes in the sun. He made sure he took his time rubbing the cream in well. He was aware of a stirring his his loins as he felt her supple back and noticed the swell of her breasts out to either side of her. Boldly he rubbed the cream down her sides too, ever so slightly involving the sides of her breasts too. Clara was smiling as she sat up suddenly. "I'd ask you to do my front too, but perhaps not in present company," she said with a wink. Matt hurriedly lay down on his towel whilst she applied sunscreen liberally to her own breasts. He picked up his scripts again, but this time his thoughts were drifting. *Just what was she implying by that?* It sounded like she wanted him to rub her chest with the cream, and that if circumstances were different she would have. Could she really mean that? And if so, would he have done it? He was pretty sure Susan wouldn't approve of such a thing - but would that have been enough to turn down such an invitation? Matt was pretty sure he would not have been able to resist such an offer. He could always claim that there was nothing sexual in it. Although the tenting of his pants as he imagined such a scenario begged to differ. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Would you like to borrow a dress for this evening, Susan?" Clara was pouring some chilled water from the fridge. The two women had replaced their bikini tops for the walk back to the villa, and Susan couldn't help noticing with annoyance how obvious Clara's nipples were through the fabric, hardening with the cool inside air. She wished now she herself hadn't put a t-shirt on over her own bikini. Susan smiled at Clara though. "Are we really going out?" "Monte Carlo is just up the road," Clara replied, handing around the drinks. "Oooh," Susan said. She looked over to her husband who had possibly been staring at Clara's chest too. "Can we afford it?" Julien spoke before Matt had a chance to reply. "This will be our - how do you say in English 'call'?" "Shout", Matt corrected. "Really, I insist that we will shout you dinner tonight. It's only fair. I mean you're giving us free accommodation for several nights." "Plus you're taking us out sailing tomorrow," Susan joined in. Julien's eyes sparkled. "I hadn't forgotten, ma cherie." Clara finished her drink. "Well perhaps you boys can stock up on food for tomorrow, whilst we ladies attend to our evening wear. Madam?" she turned to Clara and held out her hand. Susan laughed, took the hand that was offered her, and was led away. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien had tossed up in his mind whether to sit beside Susan at dinner, or opposite her. He chose the latter, opting to gaze at her beautiful figure as much as possible. Clara had convinced her to wear a white satin backless dress with a fairly plunging neckline to match. He approved of the choice very much. A jazz band began to play as they were waiting for their desserts. Several couples left their tables to dance in a small area beside the band. Julien turned to his wife sitting beside him. "Care for a dance?" "Not in these heels. I'll do myself an injury." He looked across at Matt who was seated diagonally opposite. "May I be so bold as to ask to borrow your wife for a dance?" Matt shrugged and looked at Susan. "Sure - I'm not much of a dancer, but Susan loves it." Julien took Susan's hand and led her into some clear space. He led her through some moves and was pleased to find her keeping up easily. "You move your body well," he complimented. He noticed Susan blush and quickly added, "I mean you dance very good." "Oh, I haven't danced for years. Though I did do lessons at school." Julien kept his body close, but not too close. By the third song his hands had crept into contact with the naked skin of her back. He could feel her body tremble as they swayed together to the slower music. He felt his own pulse quicken. The close proximity of this gorgeous woman was having it's effect on him down below too. Gradually he maneuvered his body even closer to Susan's. He wanted her to feel for herself the effect she was having on him. He heard a soft gasp, a rapid intake of breath, and knew she could feel his erection gently pressing into her. Julien being taller than she it was pressing just above her pubic bone. He felt her body stiffen and prayed she wouldn't run from the dance floor. He kept up a gentle rhythmic swaying to the music and gradually Susan relaxed again. Julien breathed a sigh of relief. The song ended, but another slow tempo song replaced it. Susan made no move to distance herself from his body. In fact, after a few more minutes she rested her head against his chest. Julien smiled to himself, and wondered whether it was too soon to move his hands a bit lower. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Matt finished his glass of Cote du Rhone and looked across at the glamorous beauty across the table. He sat with his back to the band and the small dance-floor. He saw Clara's eyes flick over his shoulder and then back. "You don't mind my husband dancing with your wife, do you?" Matt smiled and didn't even deign to look himself. "I'm not really the jealous type," he declared confidently. Clara smiled too. "Neither am I." The fingers of her left hand played with the stem of her wine glass. "I couldn't possibly be married to Julien if I was." "Oh?" Matt arched an eyebrow inquiringly. "Well, there are so many other women...". She left the comment to hang in the air between them. Matt couldn't resist discovering what she meant by that. "Which means what, exactly?" "We are an open couple." She emphasized the word "open" to make an obvious point. "He is free to pursue his pleasure with whomever he wants." She paused for effect, and then Matt felt her leg press into his own under the table. "And so am I," she purred. Matt felt a thrill of nervous tension charge through his body. His heart rate jumped. He felt the surge of his erection in the tightness of his pants. His mouth was suddenly dry and his mind swirled with thoughts, wondering where this conversation was headed. He made no effort to pull his leg away from her touch though. "You both...take other partners?" Matt blurted out. He own voice sounded slightly raw to his ears. He quickly poured himself some water. "As our desires dictate," she replied cooly watching him. Matt swallowed half a glass at a single gulp. He leg remained pressed against his own. "How long have you been together?" "We've been married 12 years." "I can't imagine how that can work." Clara smiled. Her leg was gently rubbing against his now. "It's actually quite simple. There's love, and there's sex. We don't pretend that they are both the same thing like most other couples do." Matt tried to consider the logic of this, though her flirtatious behaviour under the table was messing with his mind. "You can't say you or Susan have never had a crush on someone else, or a secret fantasy? No-one is as innocent as all that! Eventually all couples will be unfaithful to each other - even if it's just in their own minds. But that doesn't necessarily spell the end of that relationship, does it? Julien and I just put our boundaries a bit further out, that's all." "I'm sure it's not as simple as all that." Clara laughed and shook her head. "I assure you that it is. We find it's healthier for us to act on our desires rather than secretly bottle them up." Clara's leg continued to rub gently but insistently against his own. "Julien and I love each other passionately - you've seen that, surely?" Matt nodded. "But if you love each other, why not stay faithful to each other?" "But that's just the point - we're not being unfaithful. It can't be cheating if we both agree to it, can it?" Matt's bulging erection was making it hard for him to think. There seemed to be no logical rebuttal to such an argument! Clara put a hand on his thigh underneath the table, making him jump slightly. "With Julien it's love, but with the others it's only sex. 100% pure sex." Matt seemed rooted to the spot, speechless. Clara smiled. "Just relax. Let pleasure come where it will." She motioned her head in the direction of the dance-floor behind him. "See? It's not too hard to do." Matt turned in his seat. His wife was was facing away from, her arms around Julien as they swayed slowly to the music. Julien's face was slightly turned away from them, so Matt couldn't see his expression. What he could see clearly though, was that both of his hands were cupping Susan's ass! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The valet brought the BMW M6 to the small group waiting on the curb. Susan half-dreaded yet half-wanted to be seated next to Julien for the drive home. She wasn't given an option though, as Clara directed her and Matt to sit in the back while she quickly hopped into the passenger seat beside her husband. *Perhaps she's jealous after all.* Susan wondered for the first time whether Clara might have seen Julien fondling her ass. As they threaded their way through Monaco back up to the motorway, Susan was silent as the others chatted happily. She was re-living her dance with Julien - his hands wandering teasingly down her bare back to her ass, his manhood pressing into her from the front. Prior to leaving, Susan had to make a quick trip to the toilet in order to clean up her sopping cunt. It was all a bit in vain though; she suspected she was just as wet again right now! Susan now noticed Clara's arm was reaching across to Julien. She made as if she were adjusting her position in her seat, but really took a quick look over at the drivers seat. Clara's hand was rubbing a large bulge in Julien's crotch. *Two can play at that game!* Susan thought. She reached over and put her hand in Matt's lap, cupping his dick. He looked at her in surprise. He gave a nod of his head in the direction of Clara, as if to say *"She will see you if she just turns around our way"*. Susan ignored this. She just smiled, turned her head to look out her window and kept on massaging the now stiffening lump in Matt's lap. *If only he realised that Clara was doing exactly the same thing to her own husband!* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien felt his wife's hand sneak into his lap. When they were alone in the car, and even sometimes when they weren't, Julien would unzip his fly to allow Clara free access to his swollen cock. He debated for a few moments whether or not to unzip now, but decided not to. He didn't want to freak Susan and Matt out at this juncture. He found the motorway, and accelerated as his wife continued her loving. He thought back over the evening as Clara both pleasured and tortured him with the same movements. Susan's dress had allowed so much access at the back that it was almost impossible not to touch her naked skin whilst dancing with her. He had felt her body tremble at his initial contact. He had noted the soft intake of her breath as he pressed close to her, letting her feel his arousal. And he had detected a small moan as his hands, after several drawn out minutes of slowly slipping further and further down her back, finally cupped her ass cheeks. At each of these points he had half expected Susan to step back or disengage or return to the table where her husband was. But she had done none of these things, and it was only the band taking a break that had brought that sensuous encounter to a close. Julien felt quite encouraged and emboldened. He had known from the start that she would be a hard one to crack. Tonight's experience made him much more hopeful of a successful seduction! His desire for her was intense, and Clara rubbing his dick wasn't helping him stay very calm! Thankfully it was only a short trip home. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Clara rubbed her husband's erection through his trousers as he drove. She too longed to get it right out and pump that tall, thick phallus as it stood to it's full height - proud and free. She also resisted the urge. A subtle movement behind her caught her attention. She turned her head slightly and glanced surreptitiously over her shoulder. Susan's hand was in Matt's lap, stroking him the same way she was doing with Julien. She gave his cock two quick squeezes in succession. Julien looked over to her, an unspoken question in his expression. Clara gave a tiny nod of her head backwards in the direction of the passenger seat. Julien didn't bother to try to look for himself, but a smile lit up his features. Clara smiled too. This was all very promising indeed. The conversation had dropped away as the car sped along the motorway, so Clara turned on the radio, found some late night funk, and then continued her loving ministrations... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The four of them tumbled out of the car and into the foyer of the grand home. Susan noticed both men were bulging at the groin. "Nightcap anyone?" Clara offered, though without a lot of enthusiasm. Matt shook his head. "I'm too tired." He looked over to Susan. "What about you, darling?" Susan's pent-up desire was raging. She was desperate to get upstairs to the bedroom for a massive fuck session. She tried not to seem too keen in front of their hosts however. She answered Clara. "Maybe tomorrow night. I think we need to get to bed." She wondered if she detected an attempt by both Clara and Julien to hide their sniggers. She didn't really care at this point. *We'll be gone in another couple of days anyway. We'll never see them again, so who cares what they think about us?* Various "good-nights" were said, and plans for the following day discussed briefly before being interrupted by Matt yawning loudly. Clara laughed and addressed Susan, "Take him off to bed - quickly." Together Matt and Susan climbed the stairs and found their room. Susan shut the door firmly then turned and pinned her husband to the wall, kissing him hard on the mouth. Her tongue darted in and out desperately. Coming up for air she motioned to the king-sized bed. "Get up there and get your gear off. I won't be long." She quickly disappeared into the en suite. She again had to wipe away copious amounts of juices. Matt might not realize but she preferred not to show him how turned she had been whilst dancing with Julien. She felt again his hardness pressed between their bodies. It thrilled her that her body could arouse Julien so much. And it excited her tremendously that he would dare to display it so obviously to her. She was desperate for a cock inside her right now. She stripped off her dress and shoes quickly, then her underwear. Susan stepped seductively back into the bedroom. Matt had clearly obeyed her directions. He was stark naked and lying face up in the middle of the bed. Unfortunately he was fast asleep! Susan's jaw dropped. *How could he? And after all her playful fondling in the car too!* She slipped into bed next to him. She nearly shook him hard, to wake him and demand some sexual satisfaction! She considered putting her dress back on and going back downstairs. Perhaps Clara and Julien were still up. But surely not. Susan had seen Clara in the car. And Julien surely wouldn't roll over passively like her own husband here. No - Clara was probably even now enjoying that firm meat that only an hour or so ago was pressed up near Susan's own mound. She spread her legs. Her fingers went inside her and found some more juice. She smeared it up onto her labia and her swollen clit. She thought about how large the bulge in Julien's pants had been, and she imagined what was possibly happening to it right now. Her fingers stroked harder. And faster. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien led the way down to the harbour. Eze was a much smaller port than nearby Nice, and given he could walk to it from his villa, he preferred to anchor his ship there. It was nearly midday. They had all slept late after the previous night's outing. The previous half hour had been spent quickly assembling food (and plenty of wine) and putting it into hampers. He and Matt carried the two largest of them. Halfway to the harbour, the small party threaded their way through small cobblestone lane ways. Several surrounding shops had already begun packing up for siesta. Clara's phone began to ring and she spoke for a minute or two in French. She seemed quite excited by the call. When she hung up, she turned to Julien. "Mon cherie, je ne peux pas veneer aujourd'hui." Turning to Matt and Susan she said, "That was Brunetti's secretary on the phone. He will meet us at 3pm at his office." Julien saw Matt's jaw drop open as he struggled to digest this information. Julien pretended to be disappointed. "But this is really our only day to go out on the boat." Clara replied smoothly, "Don't let this stop you. You take Susan out, I'll drive Matt to Cannes, and we'll meet back here for dinner." Susan looked at her husband, and then at Julien. She seemed to hesitate. Clara jumped in again, "We've prepared all this food too - it would be a shame not to go." She faced Julien directly, "And anyway, if you do you can bring us back some fresh fish for later." Julien shrugged, as if he was fairly indifferent. "Ok," he said simply. Then he turned to Susan, "Shall we?". Susan looked over to Matt who was beaming. "Is that alright?" "Sure - hopefully I'll have some good news later on." Julien gave Clara a quick wink, then turned and took the hamper Matt was carrying. "A tout a l'heure" he called and then turned and headed for the harbour again. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The yacht was magnificent of course. A beautiful 20 meter craft in immaculate condition, it's sides painted a deep rich ochre. Two teenage boys was just finishing hoisting the 2 large sails onto the mast as Susan and Julien approached. Once completed they jumped lightly onto the pier. Susan watched Julien stride forward to meet them. A brief conversation in rapid French ensued, ending with the two boys laughing and running past Susan, touching their caps to her as they went. The stern section of the sleek vessel had a rain or sun cover over it, underneath which was a classic nautical steering wheel, a padded bench and an open doorway with steps leading to the rooms below. Susan's legs felt a little wobbly just standing on the pier, not even having set foot onboard the yacht. The thought of spending the afternoon alone with Julien had sent her heart fluttering in a way it hadn't since the crushes of her teenage past. She stood admiring his physique as he lifted the food on board and made ready to cast off - his biceps rippling as he unwound the rope tied to the mooring, his cute ass tightening as he bent over. *I really shouldn't be checking him out like this!* she thought to herself. *Pull yourself together and act like the married woman you are.* *It's just harmless,* another part of her mind argued. *Just innocent, flirty fun.* Julien turned to Susan, smiling. "Come aboard, ma cherie." He bounded onto the ship then turned and offered his hand to Susan. "Would you putting the food away whilst I start the engine?" he asked, motioning to the cabin. "Sure thing," Susan replied. She squeezed through the hatchway with the two hampers and descended a few steps. Below was a relatively spacious room. A small kitchenette was against the left side, while the other had a meal table and a communication centre. Susan stashed the cold meats, cheese and white wine from one hamper in the small refrigerator. She heard some spluttering noises from the rear of the boat. Looking back that way, she could see Julien hunched over the engine at the very rear of the boat. He had taken off his shirt and was muttering in French as the motor turned but failed to properly ignite. A wave of disappointment slapped over Susan like cold water. Several seconds later a throaty roar let her know they would be off after all. Most things in the second hamper were just plates and crockery, but there were some condiments and dips as well. Susan was a little distracted, trying to keep a discrete eye on Julien whilst unpacking. She failed to notice that the lid on a jar of mayonnaise was loose and as she took it out a large amount spilt over her hands and down the front of her dress. "Crap!" she swore. "Crap, crap!" She spotted some paper towels and cleaned most up. There was still a rather obvious stain on her dress though. She quickly rummaged around in the bag she had brought with her. Frowning she began taking some things out, having a more thorough look. After a while she tossed it all back in the bag and headed out to the deck. Julien smiled at her, then called out over the sound of the motor. "I'm going to switch to the sails as soon as we round that headland." He pointed to his left where a pedestrian promenade ran around a small rocky promontory not far away. "I've just managed to spill mayonnaise on my dress," Susan said. "Why don't you put on on your swimming costume and we can wash the dress right now. It'll dry pretty quickly." "I've already thought of that," Susan replied. "I was sure I'd packed my bathers but now I can't find them." Julien thought for a moment. "If you go into the bedroom, Clara should have a spare pair of hers somewhere. You're both about the same size. You could borrow one of hers for the day. She won't mind." Susan nodded and headed back below. The first room had a door at the other side. Opening this Susan found two smaller rooms. The smallest was a bathroom, the other the bedroom. This wasn't particularly spacious - just enough room for a double bed, some drawers on either side and a cupboard. She went in and shut the door. Going to the drawers on the right, Susan opened the top one and gasped. Inside was a foot-long dildo, a vibrator, hand-cuffs, lube, and a small velvet bag. *Fuck, they're a horny couple!* she thought. She was about to pick up the bag to find out what was inside when she heard footsteps coming. Flushing she quickly shut the drawer and opened the one beneath. This held swimmers and a towel. Julien's voice called through the door. "Have you found them?" "Yes, I think so," she replied. "Pass out your dress and I'll get it soaking." Susan slipped out of her dress. Heart pounding with the thrill of being in his bedroom dressed only in panties, she crossed to the door. Standing behind it, she opened it a crack and passed her dress out to him. Julien pulled the door closed again. Going back to the Clara's drawer, Susan now discovered that there were several different bikini bottoms, but no tops! She searched the other drawers to no avail. In made sense anyway, since Clara had been topless the other day on the beach. Susan paused. Part of her wanted to go about freely topless, but part of her still felt too shy. Finally she slipped on a pair of hot pink bikini bottoms - ones she never would have chosen to buy for herself! She thought to put her dress back over the top - stain and all - at least until she gathered up a bit more courage. Or at least had some alcohol. The noise of the motor had gone as she made her way through the kitchenette room. On deck Julien was now at the wheel. Susan had one arm demurely draped over her breasts. "Actually, maybe I might my dress back on just for while." Julien pointed to a bucket that sat nearby. Her dress was soaking in it. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Matt fidgeted through lunch. Clara had driven the two of them to Cannes. She was able to secure a table at her favourite restaurant, despite it being heavily packed with diners. He was aware he was often only half-listening to Clara through most of the meal. He had rehearsed his pitch hundreds of times in his head over the past year, but nevertheless he went over it again and again, imagining his responses to possible questions. Sipping on a delicate pastis after a truly superb Creme Brûlée, Clara said innocently, "I wonder how our spouses are getting on?" Something in her tone and facial expression made Matt focus suddenly on the here and now. "Fairly well, I guess," Matt replied, a slightly uneasy feeling creeping over him. "Too well, perhaps?" Matt was silent for a moment. "What do you mean?" Clara leaned forward. "Come on, you've seen the way they've been flirting together this past day or so." "So?" Clara folded her napkin and placed it on her empty plate. "What Julien wants, he usually gets." Playing dumb Matt said, "And what exactly does he want?" "Susan." She said it so simply and directly that Matt was taken aback. "Well, I don't think he'll have any luck in that department. She's pretty committed to monogamy." Clara's eyes sparkled. She smiled as she leaned forward, exposing her cleavage to the maximum. "As committed as you are?" she almost purred. Matt knew he was staring at her breasts when he should be answering the question. The long pause before he could stammer out a reply spoke volumes. "Yes...of course...that is, I mean...she's even more committed than I am!" He blushed deeply. Clara sat back and pretended to ponder over this information. "I tell you what, I'll make you a - what do call it in English? A wager. A bet." "Oh?" "Whatever Susan allows my husband to do her, I'm allowed to do to you." Matt's mind reeled for a several seconds, struggling to comprehend this. He tried to think it through, to see if there was a catch somewhere. Matt's cock stiffened in his pants as he looked across at the beautiful woman sitting opposite, her tongue playfully moistening her lips. It was all fiendishly simple really. If Susan kept everything above board with Julien, as Matt expected, then nothing further would happen. And if Susan did happen to stray a bit, then no-one could really complain if Matt got to experience the same in return. There was really only one thing he could say in the circumstances. "Okay - you're on!," and he shook the hand that was offered to him. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien turned the boat in the direction of Monaco. He knew of a lovely secluded sandy bay that hardly anyone stopped at. It was only a half hour or so with the breeze coming slightly from the west. He smiled inwardly at Susan's discomfiture when she saw her dress soaking in a bucket. After about 10 minutes of amiable chatter and putting her at ease, he was rewarded with his first sight of her breasts. She had been sitting on the bench nearby as he was at the helm. She steadfastly held her arms across her chest for that length of time. Finally she stretched out, her face up to the sun, eyes closed momentarily, her golden hair streaming back in the breeze. Julien sucked in his breath, though fortunately she didn't appear to hear. Her breasts were even more amazing than he had suspected. Their luscious shape and curves he had, of course, noted already. But her areolae were huge! They were divine. He was mentally licking them when she suddenly opened her eyes and turned to him. "Is it much further? I'm starving!" Julien looked forwards and saw the headland he was after. "Just around that point. Maybe 5 more minutes." Susan nodded and closed her eyes once more, drinking in the sunlight. Julien's eyes remained firmly open! Soon the boat rounded the little point, revealing a small bay with steep rocky sides. Small waves lapped the tiny sandy strip at the base of these. Julien moved to drop anchor. "Do you want to grab the lunch things while I get the row-boat. Susan disappeared below whilst Julien moved to the bow where a small row-boat that doubled as a life-boat was lashed to the side. Soon this was down and in the water and he was helping Susan and the food hamper down into it. He made quick work of sculling to the shore. He opened the champagne first and poured into two glasses. "To a beautiful day and a beautiful person!" Susan smiled demurely and clinked glasses with him. He himself had selected the antipasto, the cheeses and the fresh baguettes. Julien found he was rather distracted to completely give himself to enjoying the feast. Partly he was quietly admiring the natural beauty of the woman at his side, but mostly he was planning the rest of the day in his mind. Susan seemed to be relaxing, and perhaps even enjoying being topless. She certainly appreciated his attentive and admiring comments. Now to bring it all home. Swimming and diving in this cove after lunch. Exploring the site of the ancient shipwreck at the eastern edge. Then back to the boat and over to Santos Island. Dinner of freshly caught fish, plenty of wine, romance, and then? Julien mulled over his next moves. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Clara was enjoying ensnaring Matt. On the drive over to Cannes she had got him to promise to go shopping with her once their meeting with Brunetti was over. She had not made it clear to him what she'd be shopping for, and he hadn't asked. Skimpy dresses and lingerie were a must. She tossed around in her mind the idea of dragging him to an intimate sex toy shop she knew well. *Probably too much too soon*, she thought, *but I'll keep it as an option depending on how things play out.* Over lunch she'd been able to extract a promise that Matt would let her do to him whatever Julien was able to get Susan to do. Clara was extremely confident in her husband's "persuasive powers". He would tease and tantalize Susan all afternoon. Clara had observed him in action many times with other women. Hell, she'd even experienced it first hand from him herself. And she was also confident in his chosen "mark". Susan was a hot woman, with high moral standards but recently sexually frustrated. She was like a top-notch champagne - and Julien would do what he could to loosen the cork! Clara reflected that if it ever got to the stage where Susan caught a glimpse of the equipment Julien sported inside his pants, then it was game on! It was only a ten minute walk from the restaurant to Brunetti's office. Clara noticed Matt sweating. It was certainly very warm, but they were mostly in shade and it was easy downhill walk. Was it her presence, or was her "bet" having this effect on him? Reluctantly, she decided it was far more likely to be the thought of meeting Brunetti in the flesh in a few minutes. Arranging the meeting had been a very simple thing. Possibly Brunetti would have agreed to it purely based on past experiences, but Clara had thrown in an offer of a private "catch-up" later in the week. They both knew what that would entail without even naming it out loud. He was probably creaming in his pants in his office right now thinking about her. Brunetti's office was on the third floor of a delightful 18th century building with windows looking down to the port. The meeting itself was rather boring from Clara's point of view. Brunetti seemed genuinely interested in Matt's presentation to him, but Clara couldn't be certain if this was for her sake or not. She had blown him a surreptitious kiss near the start of the meeting but didn't dare openly flirt in case Matt noticed. Finally the meeting concluded with hand-shakes and kisses. Matt left the room beaming from ear to ear. Clara felt much the same though kept tight control of her expressions. Time for the next phase of her plan... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Swimming in the tranquil, secluded cove reminded Susan of the last time she had swam with this little on. In fact, that time she had had nothing on! It had been at one of the Greek Islands - Naxos, if she remembered correctly. She and Matt had ridden scooters across the island and found a completely deserted beach. They had both stripped off completely then. A bit of naked frolicking in the surf had led to her first (and only) fuck in the ocean. Or any kind of water actually. This memory, coupled with the naughtiness of being here with a man other than her husband and who seemed to have some sort of designs on her, made Susan extremely horny. Given the chance to be alone, she would have enjoyed bringing herself to a delicious orgasm. But Julien had taken every opportunity to be alongside her as the afternoon unfolded. He stood up now in the shallows, water dripping from his impressive physique. "Time for me to catch our dinner." "Are you going to fish here?" Susan asked. "No. We'll go to my secret spot. There's a small island about 2 kilometers from here - there's a great place which has never let me down!" Susan helped pack up the remains of lunch and they were soon back on board Julien's yacht. As they headed back out into open water, Susan realised just how sheltered that cover had been. The wind had shifted southerly and was quite fresh. "This is called the mistral," explained Julien. "It's often quite strong on summer afternoons." The breeze was quite warm, and was full into their faces as the boat headed south. Julien was at the helm but he motioned for her to come and join him there. "Would you like to steer fro a while?" He made way for her and she placed her hands on the warm wooden handles of the steering wheel. Julien stood close behind her and kept his hands on the wheel for a while too, almost enclosing her in an embrace. His upper arms touched hers ever so subtly. Every so often, with the rocking of the boat, his chest and her back came into contact too. "Have you got a firm grip?" Julien's mouth was close to her ear. "It's a lot harder than it appears." With that Susan felt a hard swelling press into her buttocks from behind. She knew it was his cock at once. She had been mesmerised by the size of his package all afternoon - his trunks didn't really leave much to the imagination! Susan gasped as she felt it press into her backside. Goosebumps spread down her arms along with a tingly sensation. She froze - her mind suddenly blank. She kept her eyes straight ahead to the blue swell of the Mediterranean. Julien's voice was at her ear again. "Keep the front of the boat straight on to the waves. You want to avoid getting side on to them. We're heading straight out at first, then we'll turn and head for that small island over there." He pointed, and Susan saw a small speck of land further to the right of their current direction. Julien's hands were only loosely on the wheel now, and Susan was truly in control. The sea was deceptively choppy, and it was rather a struggle to maintain a straight line. She had to constantly shift her weight from one foot to another to maintain her balance. With Julien's body so closely behind her, it meant his cock brushed around all over her buttocks and lower back. She thought she probably should make some effort to move forward and out of contact, but with Julien acting like it wasn't happening it was somehow easier for her to pretend not to notice. Especially since it was so fucking erotic. There they were, almost in an embrace, and with only 2 thin pieces of material separating them. Thank goodness her husband couldn't see her now! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Matt let Clara lead him where she would. He felt like he was walking through the streets of Cannes in a dream. The meeting had gone so spectacularly well. He had had a good hearing. Brunetti had seemed quite interested in his screenplay and had promised to be in touch within a month. Matt was so thrilled with Clara for introducing him to Brunetti that he could have kissed her. Not that he would though, especially given current circumstances. His mind drifted away from Brunetti and back to Clara. *Just what exactly was at play here?* Clara had virtually intimated that she would willingly take things further physically if he was willing. She seemed damn certain that Julien was gunning for Susan. And the two of them were out there together - alone on the sea all day. Matt began to feel distinctly uncomfortable about the wager he had just made. Clara now led him into a classy women's clothing shop. She had insisted that she needed a male perspective. Matt hated shopping with Susan. It was so boring. All the time she was trying on various outfits, there was nothing but other women's clothes to look at! Still, an hour or so of boredom was a small price to pay now after such a fantastic meeting. Matt reflected on Clara's attitude towards him. *I'm probably lucky she didn't demand anything else from me! Just as well it's only shopping. Would I have been able to resist anything else?* Clara seemed to know the staff quite well, and had soon chosen several dresses and disappeared behind a curtained-off area near the back of the shop. Matt milled around quietly. There were no other customers, he noted. And no wonder when he looked at some of the prices of the outfits! He was soon bored by the range of clothes. He began to daydream about how things might have turned out if Clara had requested something more intimate. Then she emerged, and he almost gasped aloud. To say her dress was figure-hugging was an understatement. It looked like it had been hand-painted on! She had clearly removed her bra, and possibly her panties as well. Her breasts, freed of one constraint, seemed well held by the dress, which seemed to have been purpose-built to display her impressive cleavage. Her nipples were two distinct nubs pointing straight at him. She walked a few paces towards him, then swirled around once. He saw her eyes look down to his crotch and she giggled. "I'll take that as a positive response!" She twirled again and headed back to the changing area. Matt didn't need to look down to see if he was hard or not, but he did anyway. He wanted to see just how obvious it was to her. It was hard to tell from up above, so he turned to find a nearby mirror and then groaned inwardly. A large tenting showed quite clearly. He suddenly thought how this would look to the sales assistants, but the two young women were busy reading magazines at the counter. Matt took shelter behind a convenient rack of outlandishly priced tops. Clara's next dress was halter-neck style, allowing her back to be almost fabric free, though ending in an amount just enough to cover her ass. She laughed when she saw where he had positioned himself. "How is this one?" she asked. She preened in the full-length mirror to her left. "It's...um...nice," Matt stammered. "Nice is never what any girl is after." Clara lifted her voice to address the assistants. "Vivianne, fetch this poor man a chair, sil vous plait." A chair was brought for him and placed not far from the curtains. Matt sank thankfully into it and crossed his legs. Her next dress was even shorter if possible. A fully black number, the material of the top half was lacy and partially see-through. He saw the dark circles of her areola. Her nipples were hard points. Clara turned away again to look at herself in the mirror. Some flesh of her pert backside was just poking out from beneath the bottom of her dress. She turned to him in seriousness. "How does this one compare?" Matt was speechless. He could barely recall having ever seen a more erotic sight in his life. And she wasn't even undressed! He mouth gaped but no sound emerged. His heart was pounding. He could hear the crazed pulsations in his ears. Clara approached him, and Matt swallowed nervously. She placed her right foot up onto his thigh. "Is it too revealing, do you think?" Matt couldn't stop his eyes from looking down to where her legs were parted, causing the dress to ride higher still. She had indeed taken off her underwear. Her groin was in shadow but he nevertheless noted two luscious labial folds. At that moment Matt felt a vibration in his pants. It was present for an instant before music began to spew forth as well. Clara removed her foot from his leg as Matt drew his mobile phone from his pocket. It was Susan. What timing! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien dropped anchor about 100 meters off the coast of Isolde Island. The French Riviera coastline could be seen quite easily from there. From where they were, the island now protected them from the late afternoon breeze and the water was calm. This was a fantastic place to catch bream. Susan spread herself out on the sun lounge as Julien got out his fishing gear. Even though her dress was now clean and dry, Julien noted she had made no effort to fetch it, or cover herself in any way. He smiled as he baited the line. He had more than one type of fishing on his mind, and he had been baiting that line all afternoon! Within half and hour Julien had reeled in four decent sized fish, having thrown back a couple of smaller ones. They swam about in the bucket that had previously served as a washing bucket for Susan's dress. The sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon, bringing a welcome easing of the temperature. It was pleasantly warm, and there would still be at least another couple of sunlight before dusk. Julien put down the fishing rod. "I guess we should be getting back," he said. Susan opened her eyes and half raised her head. "What's the time?" Julien shrugged. "No idea. I didn't bring a watch." Susan made to get up from where she was. "Do you need any help?" "Non, Non. We'll need the engine from here since we're so sheltered from the wind." Julien moved to the very back of the boat. He deliberately flooded the engine with far too much fuel, then attempted to start it. The motor made a horrible coughing, spluttering noise but failed to start. Julien frowned and tried several more times in quick succession with the same result. He started muttering to himself and began tinkering away at it. Susan sat up. "Is there a problem?" Julien kept his attention on the engine. "Um - there might be." He stood up. "It wasn't sounding all that great earlier, but it seemed fine once it was going. I'll get my tool kit." He disappeared below deck and emerged soon after with some tools. He tinkered around for several more minutes, every now and then flooding the engine and trying to start it. Susan came and sat nearby to watch. "What about getting back using the sails?" "That would be ok once we were away from this island, but there's no wind here at all." He paused as if in thought. "I think I'll radio for help." He went back below deck and Susan heard a conversation in French which she couldn't follow. He came back out shortly and sat down next to her with a sigh. "Well, I have some good news and some bad news." "Oh?" "The good news is they have a replacement motor and can bring it out to us. The bad news is they can't do it until tomorrow morning." Susan nodded quietly, absorbing this turn of events. Julien got to his feet again. "Tell you what, I think the best thing is you ring Matt and tell him, I'll cook us some dinner, and then perhaps I can try the motor again." Susan seemed to in a bit of a daze, still taking it all in and running through the implications in her head. "Sure, ok," she muttered. She went below to get her mobile from her bag. Julien wondered just when it would occur to her that there was only one bedroom on board. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Clara dumped her bags of new clothes and lingerie and kicked off her high heels. There had been quite a traffic jam on the way back to Eze due to a car crash near Cagnes-sur-Mer, and it was now after 7 o'clock. She didn't feel at all hungry yet due to their late lunch, but thought it polite to enquire as to her guest's needs. She looked at Matt as he stood near the kitchen table not knowing quite what to do. "Hungry?" she asked. "Um, no - not really," he replied rather vaguely. Clara smiled at his inner turmoil. He had been strangely subdued on the car trip home. "How convenient!" had been her reply when he reported to her Susan's news about the broken down engine. "I suppose they'll have to spend the night aboard the yacht?". Matt had nodded silently. She had waited a minute or so before adding slyly, "There's only one bed on the boat you realize!" The uncomfortable silence of the car trip continued now that they had arrived back at the villa. It seemed rather quiet now with half their number absent. Clara took out a beer from the fridge, opened it and handed it to Matt. She had let him stew enough, she thought. Time for the sultry temptress again. "I can't be bothered cooking tonight since it's only the two of us. Let's go out on the town, shall we?" Matt nodded his ascent and Clara reached down and pulled the skimpy black fabric that could barely be called a dress. "I think I might wear this tonight." Matt's eyes visibly brightened at the prospect. *Good*, thought Clara, *time to dial it up a bit*. "Before I get changed though, do you think we should check up on our spouses?" Matt frowned, "What do you mean?" "Well, Julien and I have a video security system throughout the house as well as on board the yacht. It's quite simple to bring up the pictures on the television set in the lounge." "You mean we could spy on Julien and Susan?" Matt blurted out. "You could call it spying I suppose. Or just 'checking up on our partners' if you prefer. Just to see if they're behaving themselves that's all." *Please, please, don't be behaving yourselves* Clara prayed. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Susan watched the fresh fish fillets sizzle on the small hotplate. Julien looked slightly ridiculous, tending to the BBQ in his tight bather bottoms but with an apron covering his bare chest. There was a picture of a buxom woman on it with the words "I'd Like a Piece of Meat!" underneath. Julien had already set up a small table in front of a cushioned bench seat in the rear of the boat. Susan's stomach gurgled as the delightful aroma of the fish set her gastric juices flowing. Under his instructions, Susan had set the table, mixed the salad, and now poured two glasses of chilled Chablis. "Ok. We're all done here," Julien announced. "Can you bring the plates over?" The two steaming fish were transferred and placed on the table. Julien motioned for Susan to take a seat, and then took his place opposite her. He raised his glass. "To a wonderful day!" he announced. Susan clinked his glass with her own. They both drank a little of the clear sweet wine. The meal was outstanding. Susan doubted she'd ever had a better meal, even at that crazy restaurant overlooking Sydney Harbour she'd been raving about for the past decade. *It would be pretty much impossible to get fish any fresher than this*, she mused. *Considering they had been alive less than half an hour ago.* Barely a word was spoken as they devoured the delectable treats Julien had served up to go with the fish. Susan was busy savouring each mouthful, but also enjoying the setting - the gentle rocking of the boat, the fresh air, the freedom of being topless in public, the tease of showing herself off to an appreciative audience, and the visual pleasure of the bare-chested man opposite (who had mercifully ditched the ridiculous apron). Eventually she put her cutlery down and joined Julien in wiping her plate clean with some slices of baguette. She noticed that Julien was watching her with an amused half-smile on his face. The wine emboldened her. She leaned forward across the table, almost provocatively. "That was truly incredible. But can you top it for dessert?" Suddenly Julien leaned forward too. His face drew ever closer to hers, invading her personal space, paralyzing her with fear and desire. And then his lips parted slightly and pressed fully onto her own trembling mouth. Susan found she couldn't resist or pull away, but neither did she actively join in the kiss. Her mind was in a whirl, a vortex of spinning, conflicting thoughts and emotions. Julien drew back slightly. "How's that?" he whispered. *Wonderful. Magical. Divine.* Susan's mind screamed the words across the tiny gap between their bodies. "I couldn't," she whispered. "What would I say to my husband?". Julien pulled further away and reached for the bottle of white wine. "Just tell him the truth," he said simply. He poured the remainder into their glasses. He passed her glass over to her. "Tell him you were drunk." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* For Matt, this day just kept on getting more surreal. First a one-on-one meeting with a highly influential film executive. And then to have had his script so positively received! It was fabulous but rather unreal. Then to go lingerie shopping with such a sexy siren as Clara made him feel he truly must be dreaming this day. The cold water she had subsequently thrown on him - suggesting that her husband was gunning for Susan - just added to the emotional roller-coaster. It was quite clear that she felt supremely confident that Julien would have his way with her. Matt took another long gulp on the cold beer, then set the bottle down on the kitchen table. Clara reached over and took a drink from it as well. "I'm serious about being able to check up on Susan," she said, then added slyly, "Of course there's no need to if you are so sure!" Matt nearly reached for the beer again but stopped himself. His head was spinning enough as it was, and more alcohol was not going to help the situation. He knew he was hesitating. The truth was - now that it came to it - that he did have a sliver of doubt after all. He knew that Susan had been feeling a bit sexually frustrated for several months now. He kept putting off confronting the issue and had let his physical affection for her slip down his priority list somewhat. He'd always meant to make it up to her. And he would. Eventually. Would it all be too late by then though? Clara sensed his indecision and took charge. "Let's check it out," she decided for him. "Besides we do have a deal, remember?" Matt found himself being led by the hand into a large entertainment room. Against one wall was a huge flat screen TV. Several deep couches were arranged to face it and Matt, almost in a trance, sank down into one. Clara picked up a large remote and took a seat to his right. She deftly flicked through several settings until Matt saw a blank screen with the words "Security Passcode" and nothing else. Clara tapped away on the controller, and the screen now filled with twenty or more smaller boxes, each containing an image of what Matt presumed to be what each of the onboard security cameras was now seeing. He was rather surprised at just how many there were. "Shall we look in the bedroom first" Clara asked. Matt swallowed hard and said nothing. A few more clicks from Clara and a single image swelled to block out all the others. It was a small cramped bedroom that looked consistent with the cabin on a small ship. It was empty. "Hmm...maybe you're right after all." Matt thought she sounded slightly disappointed. Several more images came up on the screen in succession. Matt saw a view of the front part of a ship showing the sunlight waning over a rippling sea. Finally there came an image with people in view. Julien and Susan were sitting at a small dinner table on the deck of the boat, eating and chatting casually. Matt slowly let out his pent up breath - there appeared no hanky-panky going on after all. Clara made this image fill the whole TV screen and Matt frowned, realizing that Susan was topless. The hot pink bather bottoms she was wearing puzzled him even more, since he certainly had never seen them before. Clara noticed his discomfiture. "This is footage over an hour old. There's a delay built into the system, but I can get around it. I'll fast-forward it a bit, shall I?" Without waiting for an answer, Clara pressed another button and the images sped up. It seemed obvious that Julien was moving himself ever closer to Susan. *He is trying to come onto her for sure*, Matt thought. And then he saw Julien lean forward and kiss Susan. Clara immediately slowed the tape to normal playback speed. "Interesting!" she said, as Matt's heartbeat went wild. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien poured the rest of the bottle of wine into the two glasses, giving Susan a full glass and himself only half. "Tell him the truth," Julien said, passing Susan's glass to her. "Tell him you were drunk." Julien took his own glass and drank it all in one swig, then threw the empty glass over his shoulder. It flew clear over the deck of the boat, landing in the ocean with a small splash. Susan giggled, and Julien smiled at the sound. He thought that his silly, indeed wasteful, action might extract a laugh from her. Hopefully she was a little tipsy already. He knew that humour was a good way to let off some of the nervous tension he expected she was feeling right now. He watched closely as she looked first at the glass of wine in her own hand, then back over to him. He recognised the hungry look on her face. "I'm not going to have sex with you, you know," Susan said firmly. "That's ok" Julien replied mildly. Inwardly he thought, *That's what you say now - let's see what happens!* Years of experience had taught him that "no" at this point certainly did not necessarily mean "no" later on. Susan lifted her glass to her mouth and gulped down the entire contents in a single go. Then she mimicked him by turning slightly and throwing her empty glass into the sea. Now it was Julien's turn to laugh. Julien judged that the moment was now ripe. He shifted his body even closer to Susan. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers once again. This time the kiss was returned deeply and passionately. Julien's heart soared with joy and anticipation. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Clara kept one eye on the onscreen antics and another on Matt. He was quite clearly shocked as the screen before displayed Julien and Susan gulping down their wine and then resume kissing - this time with even more feeling. At this moment she actually felt slightly sorry for him and his naivety. But years of close observation had taught her what excites a man. Indeed Clara probably knows this even better than many men know it for themselves. So she was not surprised in the least to glance down and see the swelling in Matt's groin. On the screen Susan seems to be enjoying the embrace and certainly was making no attempt to stop it. It was rather difficult to see everything clearly now that the two bodies had closed in on each other but Julien's right hand, initially wrapped around Susan's back, now seemed to be edging around to the side towards her breast. Clara smiled as she realised that with his other hand Julien was surreptitiously pushing down his bather bottoms. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Susan closed her eyes as Julien's lips closed in on hers again. Her heart pounded wildly, and the sound thudded in her ears. She knew she should not be allowing this but she was powerless to deny him. Part of her mind screamed at her to pull away, but a stronger part forced it into submission. Her lips parted and she welcomed Julien's mouth to hers. All the sexual tension that had been building inside Susan for several days she now poured into that kiss. At first it was gentle and sweet, but Susan's passion could not be quenched by such soft ardor. Indeed, it seemed the longer the kiss went on, the hungrier Susan became. She pressed her lips to his. *How long it had been since she had shared such a passionate embrace?* She felt his hands on the naked skin of her back, dancing lightly up and down on either side of her spine. This set off an electric tingling that coursed through her body, his gentle touch at odds with his crushing, insistent lips. Julien's hands roamed her back at will, but at times they ventured out to her flanks, and Susan felt a new wave of pleasure and torture. Her nipples hardened. Without making a conscious decision she realised she had eased her torso away from his embrace slightly, giving him the room to move his hands around to her front more freely if he so desired. Maddeningly he seemed reluctant to do so. His hands moved back to her spine once again. Susan began to moan softly as they continued to kiss, letting him be quite sure of her desire. His hands began another outward trek and the fever levels inside her rose. This time one of his hands came into contact with the sides of her breast. Susan felt so torn between wanting his hands to touch her there and not, but the alcohol had made her head swim and passion seemed her only guide. She made up her mind that touching her breasts was as far as she would allow things with Julien to go. Realizing this, and letting this barrier down in her mind, Susan was now desperate for Julien to feel her tits. When finally he did, she felt an intense rush of pent up desire and pleasure and lust wash over her. She moaned loudly into his mouth and almost came just like that. Julien's right hand cupped her left breast, caressing it and savouring it. His fingers honed in on the long hard nub of her aroused state. Susan almost came again. Amazed by this, her lust burned all the brighter and she opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to explore his. She was barely aware of anything else but that firm hand fondling her breast, and her tongue dueling his. She was certainly oblivious to the fact that Julien had carefully removed his swimming trunks and was sitting completely naked. For some time now, Susan's right hand had been resting upon Julien's chest. He now took hold of her hand as they kissed and moved it down, leaving it for a moment on his lower abdomen. Without really thinking she dropped it further into his groin. It was just a natural instinct really. She had done it with her husband hundreds of times whilst kissing him. But the feeling of warm, pulsing flesh suddenly burst into her brain. She realised that a tiny part of her mind had been aware of her action after all, and had expected some kind of material covering! In a flash Susan broke of the kiss and looked down. As far as her faithfulness was concerned, it proved to be a fatal move. Susan was awestruck by the sight that met her eyes. Julien was exposed in all his glory. Her fingers rested lightly on the top of his cock. Susan had always been teased for having hands that were disproportionately large for her size, but they now appeared pale and dainty when contrasted with the black monster beneath. She had never experienced any other man's penis but her husbands before now. To say she was mesmerised was an understatement. She never realised two cocks could be so different. This one was longer, thicker, darker, and...circumcised. It was clear it wasn't even fully erect, but even so it dwarfed Matt's cock in size. She was overawed by its dimensions and she was shocked by just how primally animalistic she felt by the sight of this magnificent beast. It was certainly a surprise to see Julien completely nude, but the fact of his circumcision made his dick look even more naked than it should. Her thumb moved to take up a position underneath it. Almost in a trance Susan's fingers and thumb tightened and encircled his prick. It felt so warm, so thick...so alive! Susan watched her hand move up towards the tip, slowly squeezing him. She was somewhat detached - as if it was someone else's hand that was doing it. She was assailed by pangs of lust but also part of her brain screamed at her to stop right now - things had gone far enough. Just then a small amount of precum oozed from the tip of Julien's cock. Instinctively Susan extended her thumb and rubbed the juice around the smooth head. Julien let out a terrific guttural moan and Susan felt again a lustful thrill coarse through her body. She released the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. More precum oozed from him and Susan massaged it all around his cock, lubing up her hand in the process. She had done this plenty of times before with her husband, but this was dynamite. Her juices were really flowing now and she felt tingly all over. She was sitting practically naked next to a big black hunk who was naked! It was so naughty, and she knew she really should not be doing it. But Julien was right - she is drunk. And she is pretty sure Matt would forgive her this little indiscretion. Just this once. She had been telling herself that she wouldn't let things go any further, and yet when Julien opened his legs wider and started to lean back, pulling her head gently down with him towards his excitement, Susan made no move to resist. In truth Julien didn't really force her head down at all - just gave an gentle encouragement which Susan gave in to at once. Julien now lay back on the bench seat, legs apart, and Susan's head was almost in his lap. She gazed in awe at his now full erection, her right hand still firmly clasped around its girth. She was filled with an overwhelming desire to taste him - to taste another man for the first time. But more than that she wanted to see what it was like to suck on that beautiful juicy piece of meat. Her lust was now at fever pitch, and even knowing that this might be crossing the boundary of Matt's forgiveness, Susan lowered her head further and opened her drooling mouth.... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Matt was barely aware of the thumping in his chest as he watched in disbelief as his faithful wife began loving another man's cock with her mouth. His head was spinning trying to make sense of it all. Things were rapidly spiraling out of control and into regions he never expected - not in a million years. Flirting, yes; a drunk kiss, maybe. But all of a sudden things had gotten from kissing, to fondling, to oral sex! Strangely, he felt no anger. Indeed he could hardly register a single coherent thought, let alone analyse his own emotions. He was all too aware that a significant proportion of his body's blood flow was now engorging his cock, rather than his brain. He was truly in a state of shock - partly by what Susan was doing, and partly by how fucking erotic it all was. His erection rose up inside his jocks, straining at the leash. To his right Clara moved closer and placed a hand on his thigh. She brought her face close to his, her voice whispering in his ear. "Shall I stop the tape?" Matt licked his dry lips but made no reply. He was transfixed by the spectacle of his wife, who was now attempting to deep throat this black Adonis. *I've brought this on myself*, he thought. *I've been so focussed on my screenplay. I've ignored her. And Julien hasn't!* He felt somewhat betrayed, but he remembered how only a little while ago he'd been entertaining some rather wicked thoughts about what he and Clara might get up to that evening. He felt a movement in his lap - Clara's hand had come snaking up his thigh and was even now encompassing the bulge in his pants. Two thoughts hit him at the same time: Susan going down on Julien, and his own wager with Clara. In a flash he knew just exactly what was in store for him... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien eased his body backwards from a sitting position to lying down on the bench. His left hand had been behind Susan's neck, playing lightly with her hair. As he laid himself backwards, his left hand then gave a subtle press on the back of her neck to follow him down. It didn't last long, he didn't even mean for this gesture to even possibly register in Susan's consciousness, but the invitation was clear. His hands then dropped to the bench beside to enable his body to lie completely flat. Susan paused for a moment but never taking her eyes from his semi-erect penis. Julien watched her face intently. This was a key moment. This was probably her last chance to back out. If she did't back off right now, Julien knew from experience that there was almost no chance her rational mind would overcome her desires. He held his breath as vital seconds ticked by. He noticed that his heart was pounding, and he realised just how desperately he wanted to take this all the way. He was so close right now. Susan continued to stare down at his throbbing 10 inch tool. Her right hand was still encircling it though, which Julien took as a promising sign. He noticed her head move slightly downwards. Never once did she shift her gaze from his groin. *Please! Please!* Julien begged silently. Finally there was more movement from her. She lowered her head some more - agonisingly slowly, it seemed to him. Her lips parted as they drew closer to his meat. He felt it twitch in anticipation. Julien released his pent up breath in a sigh as her tongue emerged and began softly licking the glistening head. Julien relaxed somewhat and began to concentrate on the delicious feeling of her oral pleasures. He was confident she would soon be opening her mouth to him, and then opening so much more as well... \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Clara wondered just how quickly she should move things along with Matt. Her hand could easily move up and cradle the obvious tent in his pants. This was a good sign - that the sight of his wife with her husband would give him a hard-on. This was inevitably the way with most husbands, Clara reflected. Yet anger could easily surface at this point and break the mood. Clara could force the issue - could insist on their "deal". By rights she was certainly owed some access to his pants by his own wife's actions. Clara's gut told her to wait a little longer, despite the anticipation that was rising in her. All her plans were working out perfectly thus far. And she knew her husband wouldn't be satisfied with just a blow-job! She sidled up alongside Matt and now she turned to him. He was staring at the screen with his mouth open. Looking down Clara could see the pulsation of his cock and she knew she would not be able to hold out much longer. She nestled even closer to him, her breasts pressing in to his side. "Surprised?" she purred softly. Matt had to lick his dry lips before responding. "Um, yeah - I didn't really think she would, er..." "Suck another man's cock?" Clara wanted to be provocative and talk dirty, but also to acknowledge it for what it was. "Yeah. I thought she'd enjoy the attention, but not go for it like this." Susan was sucking hungrily, and Clara moved her hand along Matt's thigh until it came to rest on his scrotum, tantalizingly close to his stiffy. "You're not completely unhappy about the turn of events I see," she said slyly. Matt looked down. "I'm a bit ashamed of my reaction but I can't deny it." Clara's fingers circled around the tent in his pants. "Why deny it?" "Well, I guess I really ought to be angry instead of...aroused. It's not natural." "In my experience it would be unnatural if you weren't aroused." "Perhaps I don't love her as much as I thought. Maybe she doesn't either." Her hand stopped. "Sweetie, this is just primal sex remember? 100% pure sex! It has nothing do with how much you love each other. In fact, I can't think any couple I've met that loved each other more than you guys do." Clara's hand began to move again, this time rubbing directly over his erection. Matt made no attempt to stop her. "Maybe not after this," he sighed. "Ah, you're wrong there honey. You'll be stronger than ever." Together they watched Susan taking more and more of Julien's cock into her mouth. Clara could sense Matt was wondering how on earth this could really be true. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Having succumbed to temptation, Susan was relishing the task at hand. The salty sweetness of his secretions were like an aphrodisiac, and she licked, kissed and sucked her way up and down his shaft. Her body was on fire. Julien vocalized his pleasure loudly, encouraging her with dirty language. To cause this voracious sexual beast to writhe beneath her only increased her lust and made her feel like some kind of sex goddess. Julien was both longer and thicker than Matt. Her hand slowly pumped him, mingling her saliva with his precum. The thought crossed her mind as to just how much of this penile monster she would be able to take inside her mouth. A moment later and she was opening her mouth to try. She let her lips be pressed open further by his full girth, feeling the soft smooth flesh as it entered her mouth. She felt the ridge of his cock-head press past her lips and onto her tongue. She took in what she could then grabbed hold of his cock just in front of mouth. As she slid it out again, she was amazed and slightly disappointed to see she had only taken about a third of it. She tried again. He was really stretching her mouth though, and she began to gag as she felt his length push up against her uvula. Withdrawing she found she had managed just over a half this time. Susan wondered if it was humanly possible to get it completely into her. In her minds eye she imagined her lips reaching right to the very base of him. It was almost a kind of challenge now to see how close she could get to this ideal. Her left hand still encircled his dick, and with a big effort she thrust forward and relaxed her throat. She managed to take all but a couple of finger-breadths into her mouth, completely cutting off her oxygen supply for a few moments. Susan began to gag again and hurriedly pulled him out. His prick came out with a loud sucking noise, a string of saliva hanging like a web, briefly connecting her mouth to his glistening erection. Susan quickly wiped it away but was unable to wipe the smile from her face. "You're too big!" she exclaimed. Julien took hold of the hand she still had around the base of his cock. "Try it like this," he instructed, and started to slowly pump her hand up and down. "Just take whatever is comfortable. You're fantastic!" Susan returned her mouth to him, just letting half of it inside her at the most, sucking and licking the tip and head as she milked his lower half by hand. Susan's mind was in a whirl - a heady mix of alcohol and arousal, topped off by a feeling of power. She can't help feeling proud that it is her body and actions that are causing this attractive hunk of a man to pursue her, and even now be moaning and squirming under her touch. Julien's cock was coated with Susan's saliva, and it sent her mind off on a different tangent. *I wonder how wet I am?* she thought. Switching hands, she sent her right hand on an exploratory mission to check on the state of her own arousal. Her bikini felt wet and she slipped her hand inside. *My God, I'm drenched!* she thought. *I don't think I've ever been this wet.* Her fingers slipped down between her pussy lips and lingered delightfully over her aching clit. She closed her eyes as ripples of torment and delight rippled over her. And right there and then, in front of a man who was a stranger just a few short days ago, she began to play with her own little erect nub. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Matt is both astounded at his wife's adultery and her brazen lust. He thought even just kissing another man would have been beyond her. Yet here she was, not just giving Julien's large cock an oral workout, but by the look of it playing with herself as she did so! Due to the camera angle, Matt could't see this quite as clearly as he would have liked. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure that was what she was doing - bringing herself off whilst taking him deeply inside her mouth. It was almost a relief now as Clara unzipped his pants, revealing a big wet stain on his jocks. She then pulled his pants further down, took off his shoes, and then the pants all the way off him. Matt was panting and his cock twitched, aching more than he could ever remember. It was hard and throbbing, straining to break free of the last remaining covering. As if by sheer willpower and might it could burst those jocks asunder. But Clara now ignored it. Desperate, Matt was mentally begging for her to strip him of this last shred of underwear. Instead she turned her attention to the buttons of his shirt. As his chest was revealed, she planted soft kisses on it. He continued to watch his wife in action over the top of Clara's head. Finally Clara slipped down between his legs and he more than willingly parted them for her. She reached up and pulled his jocks down around his ankles and then off. Matt's cock stood rigidly to attention, ready to serve. Clara's head moved slowly towards it. Suddenly she stopped. Matt tore his eyes away from the screen to look at her face so close to his own dick. "It's only fair," she said. Matt could only nod mutely. Clara opened her mouth and devoured him. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Despite her obvious lack of oral experience with a cock of his size, Julien was nevertheless enjoying his blow job immensely. He was fully erect now. Just over 10 inches of manhood getting the sort of lavish attention every man craves. For a couple of minutes he had lain back, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed Susan's hungry mouth going to work on him. What she lacked in deep-throating ability, she more than made up for in passion and imagination. She had managed to lick, suck and kiss every square inch of his erection. Julien now felt his own arousal begin to grow and he knew it was time to dial down the fantastic feelings traveling up his his dick a bit. Julien could keep himself from cumming for a long time yet by doing this; he was well practiced in the art of self-control. He opened his eyes, and was immediately glad he did so. He saw Susan's right hand disappear down inside her bikini bottoms. He carefully shifted his head a little to the side in order to get a better view. He smiled as saw her fingers begin to move around rhythmically down there. His brain detached itself even further from the physical loving he was receiving. He made sure to watch her very closely now, carefully noting the state of arousal building up inside this beautiful woman; the increased facial flushing, her slurping moans, her nipples tightening even further, the pace of her hand inside her bathers. Years of practice had taught him to read the signs very well. He was aware just as well as she was when she began that sudden steep ascent of arousal which led to climax. He wanted to stop her just before the point of no return. It wasn't long before he judged she was about to hit that peak, so he swiftly sat up. He gently removed her hand from her groin and took it in his own hand. Susan moaned in frustration and frowned as her mouth was pushed away from his dick. She was panting heavily, her face flushed, her fingers sticky. She had been so very close to the edge. Julien pulled her to her feet and, hand still clasped firmly in hers, led her below deck. She followed meekly after him, not uttering a word. He made his way quickly to the one and only bedroom on board the ship. Julien pushed open the door and entered the small room. It contained a bed, a cupboard, a night-stand, and very little else. He took Susan in his arms and kissed her again. Soon Julien drew her to the bed. He eased his own body down onto it first, lying on his back, whilst coaxing Susan's body on top of his. She didn't resist. Indeed her lips never left his. Julien made sure his cock nestled nicely against her bikini bottoms. He was lying on his back whilst she sat astride him, leaning forward to kiss him and with her breasts pressing down onto his firm chest. His hands roamed right down her back to her ass cheeks as they continued to kiss. Pressing down on her buttocks, Julien could feel her slit pressed against the base of his cock. Susan moaned into his mouth once more. As he released his pressure on her butt, Susan responded by pressing her own mound down onto his erection, and inwardly smiled. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Kneeling before him, Clara opened her lips, relaxed her throat, and slid Matt's cock inside her mouth. She didn't bother dallying around with licking and kissing it - she just went straight for some deep-throat action. She felt his engorged head push past her uvula. Soon enough her lips were pressed up almost against his abdomen, her nose nestling amongst his pubes, the tip of her tongue tickling the base of his shaft. She heard Matt emit a throaty groan. In response she milked him with her throat muscles, and he threw his head back and groaned longer and louder. She felt his body stiffen. *He won't last long*, Clara thought. She withdrew her mouth, leaving a slippery coating along his entire shaft. "Fuck, that's incredible!" Matt exclaimed. Clara smiled and grasped his cock with her hand, pumping it slowly. "You like?" she asked coyly. Without waiting for a reply, she buried it up to the hilt once more down her throat. Matt cried out aloud in ecstasy and she withdrew again, this time slowly dragging her lips along his full length, slurping noisily. Matt was panting now and body was all a-quiver. He was no longer watching the action on the screen. He looked down at her with eyes full of lust. Clara playfully extended her tongue and licked under the tip. His dick was throbbing like a wild animal. "What do you say?" she asked quietly. "Please." Matt breathed. "What was that?" Clara asked. Matt threw his head right back. "Do it! Fucking do it!" Clara enveloped his cock once more with her mouth. She let it slide deep down her throat. Matt was moaning again as she began to rhythmically constrict and relax her throat. She felt him stiffen even further inside her, and then his cock seemed to expand. With a guttural cry, Matt's dick began to pump its warm seed into her throat, whilst Clara expertly milked him of every last drop. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Susan's brain was in chaos. Snatches of thoughts came and went, but it was almost impossible to string together any logical reasoning. A small part of her mind still nagged her that what she was doing was wrong but her lust completely dominated what little conscious thought she could muster. The possible consequences of her actions just didn't seem to register any more. All that mattered was the moment at hand. And at that particular moment she was superbly aware of Julien's thick rod directly below her sex. A couple of times had she felt a distinct throb from it. It wasn't directly touching her clitoris but it was damn close. Susan continued to kiss Julien, and with her eyes closed she could still see that dark powerful tool in her mind's eye, could still taste it in her mouth. Julien's hands now went to her shoulders and pushed her body up into a sitting position, breaking their kiss. She sat astride him, breathing heavily. By rocking her pelvis forwards and backwards Susan was now able to rub her slit along part of his shaft. "That feels so good," she murmured. Both of his hands moved up and took hold of a breast each, gently pulling on them and teasing the nipples. "Mmmm, so is that." She sighed. "I really should not be doing this. I think we ought to stop." Julien said nothing, but continued to caress her breasts. Susan felt a tingle course through her body from her nipples down to her clit. She continued to move her hips back and forth, a little faster now. One of Julien's hands now traveled down her stomach. It reached her bikini bottoms, now soaked with her arousal. He gently pulled it to one side exposing her vulva and her trim pubic hair. As she pressed her pelvis forward his erection slipped easily between her labial lips. From this position, pressing herself down onto Julien's body bed brought it into direct contact with her clitoris. Susan sighed again. "This is so naughty." "But nice," Julien said. He moved his own hips causing his tool to slide along her sex. "Oh, fuck!" Susan groaned. Julien tugged gently at her bikini bottoms. "Off" Susan seemed to have no willpower of her own left. She obeyed his quiet but firm command without hesitation. She lifted herself slightly, wriggled out of her last remaining scrap of clothing, and knelt again directly over Julien's cock. This time she grasped it and made sure it was directly lined up along her slit. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* With a satisfied grunt Matt exploded inside Clara's mouth. Or down her throat really. He looked down at her again in amazement. His entire cock - seven inches by his measurement - was buried inside her. He'd heard of deep-throating before of course, but Susan had never been able to come anywhere near matching this. His cock pumped again and again, gradually with less intensity, whilst Clara just kept sucking, milking him dry. Eventually she slid his semi-rigid penis from her mouth and smiled at him. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" she smirked. "That was fucking brilliant," Matt panted. Clara smiled again. She sat up higher on her knees, bringing her face level with his. Her lips parted slightly and then Matt felt the crush of her passion as they kissed. His hands went behind her head, pulling her even closer to him. Her tongue entered his mouth - uninvited but not unwelcome. Matt licked her tongue in reply and tasted a salty sweetness that was surely a residue of his own excitement. Far from repulsing him, he felt even more turned on. Desperate now to see Clara naked, his hands pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Clara broke off the kiss and stood up. Matt shuffled back on the couch a little. Clara wriggled out of her dress and it crumpled to the floor. She wore no bra or panties but had only stockings and a garter belt. "That's more like it," Matt murmured approvingly. Clara placed a naked foot in his lap. "Would you do the honors, sir?" She wriggled her toes on his cock as he leaned forward to undo the stocking clips. After unclasping the clips, Matt ran his hands down Clara's warm smooth leg pulling the stocking down as he went. She lifted her foot from his crotch so he could take it completely off. She then replaced it with her other foot. Matt was afforded a prime view of her beautiful cunt lips and the landing strip of pubic hair leading down to them. His cock twitched at the sight, as well as at the contact from Clara's toes. He reached forward eagerly to remove the remaining stocking. This time as he slid his hands down her thighs his eye remained on her sex. He saw the lips open slightly as he moved her leg, and saw a slight glistening at her opening. He licked his parched lips and his cock grew erect once more. As Clara bent down to remove her garter belt, the TV monitor was suddenly revealed to Matt. The table where Julien and Susan had been sitting was now empty. Clara stood straight again, blocking his view of the screen, and she noticed where his eyes had been directed. She cupped her breasts with her hands and put on a mock-insulted expression. "What would you prefer to be looking at?" Matt cursed inwardly for ever taking his eyes off the naked goddess that stood before him. But Clara had turned and reached for the remote. "Oh - you're thinking of our agreement aren't you? I'm allowed to do whatever Susan does." *No, no, I want to fuck you right now!* Matt almost yelled out loud as Clara flicked through several different camera angles. "I have no doubt at all as to what they're up to," she added. "See? Told you." The screen revealed a small bedroom. A naked Julien was flat on his back on the bed with Matt's once demure wife also naked and straddling him and getting the fuck of her life by the look of it! Clara turned the television off and turned back to Matt. "Satisfied?" she smirked. For answer, Matt glanced down at his lap where his cock stood at full attention. He hadn't been able to get this hard again so quickly since college days! Clara came to him and sat on his lap. They both sighed as he slipped easily inside her. Matt was surprised when she then shifted her legs up, placing each foot and ankle over each of his shoulders. She forced him to swivel his body around so his own legs were stretched out on the couch and she could arch her body back and support herself by clasping his ankles. She milked his cock up and down with her vice-like pussy. Matt thus his pelvis upwards to meet her down strokes, grunting as he did so. With his initial tension released somewhat by Clara's blow job, Matt enjoyed a slightly slower build-up to his next orgasm. He reached forwards and caressed Clara's tits as she continued her sexual gymnastics on his body. He pulled at her nipples making her moan. As his need and passion increased Matt became a bit frustrated that he could thrust as hard as he would like with her weight on top of him. Taking the initiative for the first time he pushed Clara right off him. He saw her smile as he directed her to turn away from him and lean over some cushions at the end of the couch. Matt's erection was slick with Clara's cunt juices as he lined himself up again to take from behind. She spread her cunt lips open with her right hand and twisted to look him in the eye. "Nail me!" she demanded. Matt happily obliged. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Julien smiled as Susan meekly stripped off her bottoms and knelt back over him. He noted that it was Susan who now deliberately reached for his cock and lined it up with her slit. His hard-on was coated in her juices and it slid nicely back and forward along her snatch as she rocked her pelvis again. He could feel the pace of her rocking increase and she pressed down into him with more insistence than before. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps and her cheeks were flushed. He wondered if she might come just like this. He would prefer to get inside her first though. And he wanted her to beg for it. At her next forward pelvis thrust, Julien arched his back slightly which caused the tip of his cock to press directly on her opening. Susan gasped with pleasure and her eyes widened further. She paused her rocking motions, holding her position - his cock poised at her entrance. He knew she wanted him to take her right now, to spear his hot rod into her smouldering depths. Still he made no move and neither did she. Her fingers, resting on his chest before, were now digging deeply into his flesh. She closed her eyes. She was softly moaning "Oh fuck, Oh fuck" over and over to herself. Her orgasm was close. Julien moved so that the tip of his cock began to open her up, then held it there. Susan's eyes flew open and she looked down at him, begging him, willing him to fuck her. When he made no move to proceed any further she could take it no more. "Please," she gasped. "Please. Do it. Do it NOW!!" Julien thrust himself up and into her. Susan cried aloud, her back arched and her body shook as her long-awaited orgasm overwhelmed her. Julien's cock was only half-way in. He held it there as her cunt walls spasmed around him. He enjoyed their milking action but watched the woman on top of him in awe. Her orgasm was so primal, so uninhibited. And this was just the first. He withdrew somewhat as her trembling settled down until again the tip was just inside her. She opened her eyes again and looked at him dreamily. "How was that?" he asked softly. "Fuck me some more," she replied. Happy to oblige, Julien pressed firmly up inside her again, this time pushing further, stretching her opening beyond what her husband had ever been able to do. Gradually more and more of him disappeared inside her wetness. Susan seemed genuinely surprised she could take so much into herself. Soon he began to rhythmically move in and out. Susan put more of her weight onto his chest through her arms and started to meet his thrusting with her own. She began to pant and moan again. Julien grabbed her hips and thrust faster and harder. Susan's moans grew louder and louder until she cried out "Fuck, I'm going to cum again!". It wasn't the last time she uttered those words that night.

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Title: Hottest in Summer: Ch 1 (Sneak Peek) by the roo Tags: Chastity, Coyote, Gay, Love, M/solo, Masturbation, Secret Love, Torture, suffering Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff It was the hottest ever recorded in the town of Summer, and it wasn't helping its inhabitants when the electricity grid kept going off. The humidity seemed to grow each day. This made things extremely hard for Colton who lay panting in his small bad in the corner of his room, the two windows closest to it wide open with a warm breeze coming through. The drapes on the other window lightly tapped against the windowsill. That is because... the short furred coyote whimpered at the thought, gasping painfully, clinging to the wall as he felt the erotic urges flowing through his body. Sitting up with his eyes clenched, he tried to focus on something that wasn't arousing to get his pointed cock head to slip back into its sheath. As his dark foot- paw pads touched the soft cream colored carpet of his room, he stumbled towards his tall mirror. The pain was slowly starting to fade away as he encompassed his entire crotch with his paw, being sure not to touch skin so he did not arouse himself again. When he was standing in front of the mirror he admired his slim five foot eight body, running a paw down his sides, working his dark nail tips along his flat, four pack abdomen. Frustrated from the heat, he gasped and grunted as he grasped the metal chastity device around his sheath, fondling the thick layer of fur covered flesh through the holes at the base. The straps around his waist and lower butt cheeks tightened as he stroked the tip of his aching cock as it poked out. Stroking the small length of red, he whimpered, fighting through the pain when it reached the small piss slit in the shaft of metal, moaning as he felt a dab of pre stick to his paw tips. He placed his other paw on the mirror, muttering a name that slowly grew louder and louder, "John...Johnny!" He felt to the foot of the mirror, grasping his crotch as the pain became too much. A single tear fell down his cheek as he leaned against the mirror, looking desperately up at the drapes that block his sight of the other person living on the other side, his beloved dingo...

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Title: Confessions of Intimacy by Hidden Heart Tags: Doggystyle, M/F, Masturbation, Oral, Semi Consensual, Story Progression, Zoophilia Janet got up the next morning and smiled as she hugged the furry male her arm was already around. Darken was still relaxed and resting and Janet was really starting to enjoy sleeping next to him. He was warm and soft and feeling his breathing slow and calm made her feel better. With all the shock and stress of the day before she had almost forgotten how relaxing it was to sleep in, in the woods with a wonderful person next to her. She thought about that for a moment, he was wonderful and despite being a wolf she saw him as a person, an intelligent being she could trust. She was still aroused from the night before and she wondered. He had agreed to share sexual intimacy with her but he did so looking at it as a duty, not that she thought that he didn't enjoy it but she wondered if he felt any emotions with it. She blushed and wondered if she should tell him about her fantasies. Would he accept a human who was into zoophile. She had never told anyone anything about it nor had she ever indulged in it herself till last night, but she always wanted to. Janet was taken from her thoughts as Darken let out a groan and stiffened stretching his limbs as he started to wake up. He leaned his head back rubbing it against Janets head making her giggle as she let him go. As he stood on the bed he turned licking her face affectionately making her giggle again trying to push his muzzle away playfully before he hopped off the bed. As he headed to the door Janet called to him to come back for a moment which he happily did. "Is something wrong Janet, I thought you would find it more comforting if I acted more like a normal dog for you," Darken stated hopeful that he had done good. Janet smiled softly and scratched him behind the ear, "Draken you don't need to do that I don't want to think of you as just some animal, although I do like the playfulness it makes me feel good to see you act more relaxed." "Thank you Janet, it helps me feel comfortable being with you, I have never spent time with a normal human or an elder before but I am happy to be around you as you treat me so well," Draken happily replied. Janet took on a more worried tone as she looked at him and took a deep breath, "Draken I want to tell you something but I am not sure what you'll think of it, or me afterward." Draken jumped back onto the bed and put a paw on her shoulder, "Janet you haven't done anything to hurt or offend me, you have treated me with more respect since I have known you the last few days than I have seen in the bulk of my life time, please trust that I will be loyal to you." Janet put her hand on his paw giving it a soft squeeze, "oh Draken I do trust you, I just well I know so little about things in your society. What we did last night I need to know how you feel about it, I want things to stay clear and good with us." Draken looked at her confused, "well last night you asked me to lay while you pleasured me, I am rather happy about that, have I not acted as you wanted?" Janet looked at Draken a bit more frustrated, "No Draken you did as I asked and I am happy you enjoyed it, but I may not have been fully honest with you about my reasons and I want to be." Draken pulled his paw back and lay on the bed getting comfortable so he could listen, "ok Janet I will listen." Janet took a deep breath, "humans have what they call fetishes, they are things that humans find arousing, umm things that make us feel like we are in heat you could say." Draken spoke, "go on Janet?" Janet blushed, "well one large one I always wanted to do and have never had the chance till now is called zoophila, it's the act of humans mating, pleasuring, and being pleasured by animals. My idea last night was at least partially driven by my desire to indulge in that fetish." Draken looked down his ears flattening, "so you were only interested in playing with me because you see me as an animal." Janet put a paw on his chin raising his head so he would look at her, "no its not the reason, I want to learn your ways including sexually, and I did," Janet blushed, "want to pleasure you as well a thank you for all your support, an I know that sounds bad but its not like buying you a gift would have been easy I have no idea what to get someone who doesn't have need for material goods." Draken's ears perked up a bit, "so you don't see me as a mindless animal?" Janet smiled, "of course I don't see you that way Draken, your important to me and I value your intelligence and your personality, but I would be lying if I said that your body, your form didn't excite me physically because of my fetish." Draken got back up and licked Janets cheek, "Janet I really enjoyed last night and any time you wish to indulge in your personal pleasures I will not hold against you that me being who I am excites you. That having been said I hope that your umm lust is not your sole reason for wanting to do things with me." Janet smiled and blushed, "thank you Draken and no my attraction to your form does not take away from the reason I wanted to experience intimacy with you, in fact I was wondering if you'd like to do more with me today?" Draken jumped off the bed, "of course I would Janet I would love nothing more but umm.. first I need to go take care of something." "Whats that?" Janet inquired. "You know umm I need to mark my territory," Draken said before rushing out the door embarrassed. Janet giggled and waited for his return thinking to herself. She wasn't sure how long she would be and she started thinking back to the evening before, the feel of his cock, the taste of his seed and she started to feel her panties become wet. She blushed it wouldn't hurt to play a little while she waited would it? Janet slid off her panties and rubbed her sex with a finger as she spread her legs on the bed. She thought back to the evening before, the feeling of a canine member in her hand, the reactions of Draken from her touch and the taste of his cum as he came to her pleasures. She moaned out lightly as she started remembering video's and pictures of various animals and woman having sex that she had masturbated to in the past. One video in particular was running through her head of a wolf dog and a large breasted girl. The girl was on her hands and knees tied in place as the wolf breed was brought in and let go to do as it wanted. It immediately went to her rear licking and sniffing at her, slobbering over her sex and then without any short amount of lust it mounted her hard thrusting into her like it had no concern for her. It turned her on more than she liked to think and she knew it. Janet was moaning loudly now two fingers thrusting into her sex as it became very moist. Draken padded back in through the door and stopped his ears perking immediately and his nose taking in a strong and arousing scent. He could hear noises coming from the bedroom, noises of a females pleasure and a smell of distinct arousal from Janet and he wondered if she would prefer to be alone. He started to pant lightly his cock had already slid free heavily hanging from his sheath. His mind was filling with thoughts he normally would keep from Janet and he quietly stalked his way into the bedroom looking up at the bed. Janet was on her back, her legs spread and her eyes closed, she was moaning and squirming, he could see one of her hands playing with a nipple the other disappearing between her legs. He remembered that she liked being with ferals and that it helped pleasure her and then he thought about what she had done the night before without asking for anything in return. Janet was so lost in her thoughts and fantasies that she didn't even notice the bed move as Draken jumped onto it. She did gasp and arch her back as she felt a long wide tongue sweep up her sex. Janet looked up as she saw Draken between her legs his cock dripping on the bed his muzzle lowered to her sex and his eyes looked into hers burning with need. He started lapping at her sex again this time feverishly causing her to moan and fall back squirming as she felt each swipe of his tongue from the base of her sex to her clit. His tongue occasionally slipped inside hr diving deep inside. Janet gripped the sheets as her orgasm started to build. He was licking her drinking her, he even started to dig his muzzle against her sex his tongue suddenly pushing deeper into her causing her to cry out as her sex squeezed his tongue. Janet screamed as his teeth brushed over her clit firmly orgasm overtaking her. Draken growled and pushed harder at her sex as he licked up her juices not letting up as Janet cried out and squirmed in orgasmic bliss. She finally collapsed out of breath as she reached out and rubbed Drakens head his muzzle rising as he licked his muzzle for any hints of her pleasure. Janet rolled over and started to get up still panting, before she could start getting off the bed she was pinned by a furry mass on her back and she gasped in shock and confusion. "Draken what are you doing?" Janet asked shocked. Drakens paws wrapped around her waist but he didn't answer, suddenly she felt something wet and pointed rub across her sex causing her to gasp and realized he was mounting her. She went to stop him when his cock found its mark and with a firm thrust he buried his cock all the way to the knot in her sex, her muscles instinctively clamping down on the intruder. Draken let out a feral growl as he began thrusting slowly at first but with increasing speed, his balls bounced against her sex as he gripped her harder digging his muzzle against her back. Janet couldn't believe what was happening, she was being mounted like a bitch, her body tingled with pleasure, her sex was being spread by hard rough thrusts his knot being to form causing her to cry out with each thrust as it roughly smacked her clit with each thrust against her entrance. Janet was so confused, this was one of her fantasies, she wanted this and she wanted it with Draken but was this what she desired no connection, no relationship. Janet started to moan louder gripping the sheets as she started to grind back against his thrusts, she couldn't believe how turned on this was making her. She stopped moving and cried out as he started to thrust harder her sex becoming sore as his knot started digging in trying to stretch her. She tried to say something but she couldn't form the words. Draken was in bliss and agony, she was tight and she felt so good under her he had never had such an incredibly uncontrollable urge to mate, he couldn't help himself it was like he had no control of his body, and he was scared of what she would do for mounting her like this afterwards, would she ever forgive him. Suddenly Draken slammed his hips forward his knot finally having stretched Janet wide enough to tie. As soon as he felt his knot enter and her sex clamp down on it he howled as he sprayed his seed inside her as his knot expanded fully and his cum began to flood her womb. Janet screamed in pain and pleasure and as soon as he began to cum she stiffened and screamed again cumming around Drakens cock lodged solidly inside her. Janet was barely conscious as she panted her head against a pillow as she started to finally relax in the afterglow of her unexpected love making. She was covered in sweat and Draken was still on top of her panting and whimpering. She hadn't noticed the sound till now, he was licking her neck softly, tenderly and he was whimpering. Janets voice was weak as she took a few deep breathes and regained a bit of composure, "Draken are you ok?" Draken whimpered and stuttered he was obviously panicked, "Oh Janet, I I I I am so sorry, I am how could I," Draken started to cry or what a wolf did in its place. Janet reached back and put her hand on his muzzle holding it, Draken made no move to resist whatever she did he deserved it, "Draken please calm down, I am ok your knot hurts a bit but I am sure I will be ok, please calm down for me. Why did you do this if you were so worried?" Draken began to cry again, "I couldn't help it when I came in you were so needing and your smell was exciting me and after tasting you I couldn't stop." Janet blushed deeply, "you mean you couldn't help yourself?" Darken lowered his ears and closed his eyes ashamed, "yes Janet, females in heat are hard for any male to resist as intelligent as we are our instincts are still there but this is the first time I ever ever," Draken sighed. Janets eyes opened in surprise, "wait you're a virgin?" Draken blushed under his fur and whimpered, "no Janet I have mated a few times in the past but I have never lost myself to my instincts before and I have never forced myself on a female, I know there is nothing I can ever do to make up for this I will never deserve your forgiveness and please don't hold this against my clan I will go to them for punishment and I promise you whoever they replace me with will not do this to you," Draken whimpered, "I am so ashamed I have waited my whole life for someone who would treat me as well as you and I have completely betrayed your trust in me." Janet spoke firmly, "Draken shut up!" Drakens eyes went wide and his ears flattened as he stiffened and tried to stay as still as possible. Janet took a breath, "I'm sorry Draken but you need to calm down, now please listen to me. I may have been expecting a bit more time to get ready for it and I may have not been prepared immediately for you to mount me," she pet his muzzle as he started to whimper, "but they are things I wanted to share with you and wanted you to show me, and you just gave me two of the most powerful orgasms of my life so before you go deciding your life is forfeit I want you to drill two points into your head, first I wanted this and it is a direct result of your instincts responding to my needs, and two I don't want you punished because I am not angry with you." Draken didn't move his knot was still hard as a rock inside her despite his current mental condition and he still felt her muscles occasionally squeezing him sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He wanted to believe what she was saying but even if she didn't feel he had done a horrible thing he felt like he did and it was killing him to know he did it to her. It was nearly twenty minutes of silence before with a grunt and a gasp from Janet his knot deflated enough to pop free from her sex and his cum leaked out of her now stretched sex. Draken hopped off of Janet immediately looking at her as she sat still panting a bit still. He could see how swollen and red her sex was. She must have been very sore he thought to himself. He sniffed and determined that there was no blood which at least meant he probably hadn't injured her although he could see spots on her sides where his claws had cut her lightly. Janet rolled onto her side closing her legs and wincing at the soreness. Draken saw the expression and knew she was hurt and he felt like he had been stabbed in the chest. "Draken come lay next to me please I want you to really," Janet asked. Draken lay next to her not resisting and hesitating, if it meant making her feel better he would have committed suicide right now if she asked. Janet turned his head towards her face and kissed him firmly on the lips as her other hand rubbed his back. "Draken you just fulfilled one of my deepest fantasies and I want you to know I am grateful. I know how scared you are that you won't do things right with me Draken, I know how much you want to hide your desire but I want to be under you again, I will soon get used to the feeling and it won't hurt anymore and I want you to know I felt safe with you, I felt pleasured and satisfied," Janet softly spoke to him. Draken lowered his ears he listened to her, he would accept that she was ok with him and even if he didn't feel right about it if it made her happy he would do as she asked, "Janet I am worried about you, about what I did but if your ok and I have made you happy than I will accept your feelings. You should also know that I have never felt so umm pleased with a mating before." Janet smiled softly and hugged him, "so are you going to be ok Draken?" Draken murred softly, "I think so Janet, but is there anything I can do for you, I still feel bad." Janet blushed, "well if you really want to I should clean myself but I am to tired to get up right now could you umm lick me clean." Draken stood immediately his tail wagging as he went to do as he was asked. To be continued

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Title: How to Eat an Elephant Tags: mother, mom, incest, taboo Mom was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee, when I came staggering down for my usual Saturday morning ritual. "How'd you sleep?" Mom asked in her cheery morning voice. "OK." "What did you and the boys do last night?" "Hung out." I got a cup of coffee and wandered to the den so I wouldn't have to talk to her and, as I went, I cast a sideways glance at those beautiful nipples sticking out of her tee shirt. Does she not know what she does to me with those things? Does she not know that all I long for is to put my mouth on them and suck until the end of time? After a cup of coffee and a shower, I headed over to my buddy's house to play video games. Yeah, I know. At my age, 26, I shouldn't be addicted to video games any longer. That's what we guys did, though. Played video games. It's not like we were robbing convenience stores or anything like that, so we didn't see the harm. A thousand years ago, our 26-year-old ancestors chased down elk, or some other wild game. Today, we chase down zombies. Jim met me at the door. "What's wrong with you? You seem more down than usual." "My Mother. She drives me crazy." "Yeah, mine, too. That's what they're supposed to do, though, isn't it? What's she done this time?" "Man, she comes down in the morning in this tee shirt, with her nipples standing out, and I'm not supposed to notice? The other night she came in my room to check on something, and all she had on were her panties and a tee shirt. I could see her ass and when she turned around, her fat little pussy was right there. What am I supposed to do?" "What do you want to do?" "Hell. You know what I want to do. I want to bend her over and fuck that pussy. I want to get my dick in her mouth. You know exactly what I want to do. I just can't do it." "Are you sure?" I looked at him. Jim was my best friend. He was known for playing pranks, and I had been the butt of many of them, so I didn't know what he was up to with this. "Uh. Yeah." "Then you just haven't tried." I replied cleverly, "Huh?" "You just haven't tried. You say you can't do it and I say, if you can't do it, then you just haven't tried." "What the fuck are you talking about?" He looked at me, and he was dead serious. "I'm telling you, fucking your Mother is as easy as falling off a log. Anyone can do it. Everyone can do it. It's not a question of 'if' you can fuck your Mom, but 'should' you fuck your Mom. If you want it, you can have it. But do you really want it?" I was getting pretty excited by this point. "Of course I want it. You know I want it. But how? How?" "No. You didn't listen to what I said. It's not 'if' you can do it, but 'should' you do it?" Now I was getting frustrated. I wanted to know what he was talking about, and he wanted to play word games. "What the hell are you talking about?" He looked at me, and then went on. "Look at it this way. If I told you I would guarantee you total access to any woman in the world. If I told you that you could touch her, talk to her any time you wanted. Hug her. Kiss her. You have total and unlimited access. Oh. And you have unlimited time to get it done. With that, do you think you could seduce any woman?" I was not good with women, never had been, but I thought about what he just said. "I guess I might be able to, I mean, if I had unlimited access and unlimited time. Sure." "Okay. You just described yourself with your Mom. You can tell her anything. You can touch her. You can kiss her. You can show her unlimited affection. So, it's not a question of 'can you fuck her,' but 'should you fuck her.'" "Oh. So you're saying it can be done, but I shouldn't do it. I get it. How does that help me?" "No. You don't get it. I'm not saying you shouldn't do it, I'm just saying you need to think about ten years after you do it." "Ten years? What the fuck?" Jim stood up and walked around the room. I figured he was stretching the suspense out, but then he turned toward me. "Fucking your Mom will change your relationship with her forever. It can make it beautifully better, or it can screw it up forever. Your relationship will change. How it changes will be up to you. If you think you can deal with it and use it to strengthen your relationship, then you should do it. If you think you can't handle it and it will mess up your relationship, then you shouldn't do it. Simple." I was starting to wonder about old Jim and his Mom, Sarah. He was always a spoiled brat. She doted on him, constantly. Whenever the gang gathered at his place, and his was the place we always preferred, she was a constant presence. She spoiled us all. Was Jim fucking his Mom? Was that why he was always the favored son? She spoiled his brothers, too, so were they fucking her? "How could it make it worse?" He laughed. "Dumbass. I've seen you with girlfriends. As soon as you get what you want, you start looking for an exit strategy. If you treated your Mom like that, what do you think would happen? She's not a girlfriend who you can avoid seeing at the mall after you fuck her. She's in your life forever. If you fuck her and then start avoiding her and treating her like shit, what do you think will happen?" I laughed, too. Jim had my number. I'd had only one serious girlfriend, and it had not gone well after I got what I wanted. "But what if you didn't do that? What if you took your relationship with your Mom, added a component to it that would make it stronger, and then nurtured it like a rose in the garden? Could that make it stronger?" "Sure, I guess." "Can't be any guess about it. Fucking your Mom is not something that you can make go away once you've done it. It will be there, forever. It will always be the elephant in the room. Let's say you fuck your Mom and ten years from now you're home for Thanksgiving. The two of you make eye contact across the room. Will you act guilty and avoid even talking to her? Or, will you let your gaze linger so that love passes between you, unknown to everyone else? It's all up to you. If you want a long-term, deeply loving relationship with your Mom, you can have it. If you don't want that, then you shouldn't do it. Simple." "I want it. I want it." I was practically foaming at the mouth, I wanted it so much. "But how?" "How do you eat an elephant?" "Huh?" "You eat an elephant a bite at a time, right? That's how you do it. A bite at a time." "You're going to have to be a little more specific, Dude. Help me out here." "You start a bite at a time. The first bite is non-threatening, and the elephant probably won't even notice, but eventually you're going to take a big, important bite, and then you'd better be ready for the elephant to stomp you in the ground. But if he doesn't, then you just keep eating. A bite at a time, and before you know it, you've got it done." "OK. So, I'll just bite her when I get home." Jim laughed. "Yeah, that'll do it. Let me know how that works for you." "Then you'd better help me out here." "OK. Let's say you're pretty sure you can handle it. She's a woman, so let's assume she can handle it." "Wait a minute. How do we know she can handle it?" Jim paused. "Time for some difficult truths. How long have your Mom and Dad been married?" "I dunno. Thirty years?" "Has your Mom ever cheated on your Dad?" "Shit, no. She's Miss Perfect, you know that. She'd never do anything like that." "I knew you'd say that, but the statistics are not with you. Victoria is a beautiful woman, so you know other men want her. I'll guarantee you, other men have made a run at her. According to the statistics, she has cheated on your Dad. Even if she's a statistical anomaly and has never cheated, it's 100% sure that she has thought about it. She has thought of getting a little on the side. But they're still together. What does that tell you? It tells you that she can compartmentalize her life. It tells you that she can, and probably has, had sex on the side and that she was able to live with it and go on. It didn't screw up her life. So, we know she can handle it." "Whew. Mom getting a little on the side. There's an image. So, what do I do to start eating this elephant?" "Well, I know your Mom pretty well. She's a lot like my Mom. Always in control, right? A regular control freak. Always trying to control your life, right?" "Pretty much. Yeah." "So, you start by letting her be in control. That's what she wants anyway, so give it to her." That summed my Mom up pretty well. She controlled everything, and everybody. She made all the decisions, and everyone around her scrambled to keep up. She'd even leave lists for Dad and me to take care of. I hated it. "So far I'm not liking it." Jim laughed. "Yeah, I know. But tell me something. And don't get mad. But when you're holding her head while she sucks your dick, who's in control then? Picture that. She's bent over you, holding your dick while she gives you a blowjob. Who's in control?" I couldn't help but laugh at the image, but damn, it did sound good. "That's pretty far down the line, I think. Let's talk about that elephant." "So you're ready? You really want to do this?" "Hell, yes." "First step, then. You have to make sure she knows you love her. That's what it's all going to be about, so you have to get that right." "She's my Mother. Of course she knows I love her." "Oh, sure, she knows, but does she really know? When's the last time you kissed her and whispered in her ear, 'I love you more than you'll ever know?'" "Uh. Never?" He nodded. "Well, there you go. First thing is you have to get that solid. You're going to be the perfect loving son. That's the easy part and I'll bet you'll have her eating out of your hand in no time. There's no risk to that, but to make it work, you're going to have to take the hard bite." "Yeah, what's that?" "You've got to inject a sexual component into it. She thinks of you as her little boy. You've got to make her look at you as a man who wants her as a woman. Think you can do that?" "Sure. How does this sound? 'Mom, I'd love to bend you over and pound that fat little pussy.'" "Yeah, that should work. Your medical insurance paid up?" "Then how? How did you do it?" That was risky to ask, because I didn't know Jim had done it. I was just assuming, based on what he was saying. Jim looked at me. The moment of truth. Was he going to tell me the truth, or was he going to start laughing and tell me what a fool I was for letting him goof on me like that. "I did it gradually, but fast. I started kissing her on the lips every chance I got. She liked it. The first time I used a little tongue, she pulled back and it was a couple of days before she'd let me kiss her again. But she did, and then I kept pushing until she was letting me use tongue every time we kissed when we were alone. Then one day I rubbed her butt and said in her ear, 'Do you know I want you more than I've every wanted anything, in my whole life?'" I was dumbfounded. There it was. Jim was fucking Sarah. Why didn't I see it before? "What did she say?" "What do you think she said? She said, 'No, that can't happen.' But think about it. From that point on, the cat was out of the bag. We were talking about her fucking me. Once you get it out in the open, well, it's like falling off a log." "How did you get from 'No, that ain't gonna happen,' to 'Oh, yeah, give it to me?'" He laughed. "A bite at a time. Think about it. She wants you to love her. You're finally showing her the love she wants. Do you think she's going to push you away and never let you close again? Of course not. Chances are she wants it as much as you, but she's afraid of what it will do to your relationship. You have to show her that it will make it stronger. She's going to think she's in total control, so she'll let you continue. She thinks she can stop it at any time. But you're going to show her that the risk is manageable and that you can show your love without anyone knowing. You know, 'What goes on behind closed doors...'" "And that's it?" "Yep. Simple, huh? I'm telling you, anyone can do it. You just have to set your mind to it, and keep on keeping on. It can't fail. It can only take longer than you want." "What does that mean?" "Look at it. Let's say, worse case, you make your move and she shuts you down. You just hold what you've got, and let time go by. You keep kissing her, rubbing her butt when you can, and joking with her. You keep telling her how much you want her. What woman doesn't want that? Then, sometime later - maybe days, or weeks, or even years - you tell her you want her more than ever. You keep trying. The more she thinks about not doing it, the more she's thinking about doing it. Right?" "That makes no sense." "Sure it does. Don't think of a pink elephant. OK? Try your hardest not to think of a pink elephant. Got it?" "Yeah. I'm not thinking of a pink elephant." He laughed again. "But you just did. In order to not think of a pink elephant, you had to think of a pink elephant. The more she tries not to think about getting in bed with you, the more she has to think about getting in bed with you. She'll come around. I guarantee it. Think about this - how does a car salesman get you to spend more on a new car than you want to spend?" "I dunno. Keep pressuring you, I guess." "Nope. They show you what you want - the shiny new car - and then they let you rationalize how you can have it. Once they had you sit in the driver's seat, you were done. They let you convince yourself how you can do it." I drove home with my head whirling. Easy enough for Jim to say. Sometimes you bite an elephant and he stomps you in the ground. The jungles are full of flattened tigers. Then I thought of Jim's Mom, Sarah. What a beauty. Long, dark hair. Beautiful face. Lush body. When Jim was telling me about holding Mom's head while she gave me a blowjob, he was clearly talking about holding Sarah's head while she sucked him. Good God! That beautiful face on Jim's dick. What I would give to get Mom in that position. Would it be worth a little risk? Hell, yes. When I got home, I was a man on a mission. Mom was seated at her desk in her office, and looked up when I walked in. "How's Jim? What were you up to?" Already paranoid, I wondered if Jim had somehow gotten Mom into some big scam on me. But how would he do that? "Say, Victoria. I'm going to convince Bill to try and fuck you. Play along, and then stomp on him." Yeah. Couldn't see that. I walked over to her, and bent down to kiss her. She raised her cheek to me, and instead I kissed her neck, right where it joins the shoulder. I raised my lips to her ear and whispered, "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" She pulled back. "Well, you'd better. I'm your Mother. It's good to hear, though." And that was my first bite of the elephant. I was only going to be home for the weekend before I had to go back to work, about three hours away, so I figured I had to get this thing moving. Normally I would have gone back to hang out with Jim and the guys that night, but I stayed home. Dad wanted to watch a game so he went to the basement while Mom and I stayed upstairs to watch a movie. She sat in her chair while I laid on the couch. I had a hard on the whole time. I don't know if she noticed it, but I sure did. When the movie was over, I stood up and stretched. I hope she saw it then, but who knows? I bent down to kiss her goodnight, and went right for her lips. I didn't use any tongue, but laid a good, lingering kiss on her and said goodnight. "Wow," she said. "Where did that come from?" "I love you. You're my dream girl." She giggled. "You need to get out more." "No. I need more of this," and I kissed her again. I don't know if she was seeing me in a sexual way yet, but this was so different from the way I treated her yesterday that she had to wonder what was going on. The next morning when I went down to the kitchen, I kissed her again. "Where are all these kisses coming from?" "You'd better get used to them. There's a lot more where that one came from," and I laughed. She laughed, too, and any tension was relieved. I started texting her every day from work, just to check in. I had never done that, and she was pleased. Before, I would avoid her calls and texts, but now I was in touch at least once a day. She liked that, and before very many days we were texting away like teen-agers. Nothing big, just checking in. I was going to be home again that weekend. When we texted on Friday morning, she asked how I had slept. "Not so good," I replied. "Why not?" "Oh, had a dream that kept me up." "Uh, oh. Bad dream?" "Nope. Good dream. Great dream." "Oh, okay. LOL." Here I figured I'd take a chance. There had been no dream, of course, but I added, "I told you that you were my dream girl." There was a pause. "TMI," she wrote, and I didn't reply. But I had that marker out on the table. She had to assume it was a sexual dream, and that she was in it. That was progress, but we'd see how it worked out. When I got home that night, she met me in the foyer to the garage. I took her in my arms and hugged, then kissed her. If she didn't feel my hard dick on her thigh as we hugged, it was not my fault. She didn't say anything about the dream, or the kiss, or the hard dick, and we went into the house where I greeted Dad. "Two weekends in a row? That's pretty special," he said. "I'm a man on a mission," I laughed, and Mom poked me in the ribs. That was good, I thought. She knows she's my mission. If Jim was right, then I was already halfway there. And then I stalled out. I spent the weekend around her, as much as I could, and grabbed what kisses I could. As I was leaving Sunday night, I kissed her goodbye and, since Dad was still in the den, gently touched her lower lip with my tongue while we kissed. She pulled back. "That's not how you kiss your Mother," she said. Her voice wasn't stern, but it was not light-hearted, either. She was laying her own marker. This clearly wasn't going to be "falling off a log" easy, as Jim said it would be. I was ready. Maybe not perfectly ready, but I had thought about what she might say to me, so I was a little ready. "I can't help it, Mom. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I've wanted you as long as I can remember." "Some things you want you just can't have," she said, but then she smiled. "Some things are worth waiting for and working for," I replied. She laughed softly. "You've got an answer for everything, don't you?" I hugged and kissed her again. I again lightly touched her lower lip with my tongue, and this time she didn't pull back. "Better get used to it, then, huh?" I didn't text her that night when I got back to my apartment, as I had started doing, nor the next morning. Early in the afternoon I got a text from her. "You okay?" I answered back. "Sure. Just not sure if you're mad at me." "Of course not, Silly. You just caught me off-guard." "I'd love to catch you in your unawares," I replied, repeating a family joke. "Funny boy. See you again this weekend?" "Maybe. Do I get a kiss?" "Always trying. We'll see." "Then it's worth it. Probably about 7 Friday night." She met me at the back door Friday when I got there, and I got my kiss. I gave her a little tongue, and she didn't resist or push me away, but she didn't respond in kind. I thought that even if I never got any farther with her, getting a kiss like that from your Mom was pretty hot, so I was reasonably content. But I wanted more. As I said, I was stalled out. That's how we stayed, for weeks, it seems. I'd spend all my time at home trying to be alone with her. When I could get her alone, I'd try to kiss her. She'd either not respond, or she'd gently push me away with a, "Behave yourself, Silly," and that would be it. I went to see Jim. Unless he was bullshitting me, he had some experience in this and maybe he could help me jumpstart things. I had tried a few bites of elephant and I liked it, and wanted more. Tasty things, those elephants. When I got to Jim's house, he was waiting in the garage. "I've got the coach ready, if you're ready," he said. "What are you talking about? Look, man. I'm stuck. I can't get a response out of her. She lets me kiss her, sometimes, but she's giving me nothing in return. What do I do?" The door from the garage to the house opened, and Sarah stuck her head out. "Come on in, boys. I'll get some salsa and chips for you." I looked at Jim, and raised my eyebrows in question. "I talked to Mom, and she agreed to talk with you about it, but only if you swear, absolutely swear, you will never say anything to anyone about us. I figured you would benefit by hearing from a Mother's perspective. Whatta ya think?" We went into Jim's man cave over the garage, and sat down. I sat in an easy chair, while Jim and Sarah sat together on the couch. Sarah sat very close to Jim, and took his hand. Sarah smiled at me. That sweet, pretty Mom face, and I was probably the only one who knew she was fucking at least one of her sons. I'll admit, I had lusted over Sarah for years. She was always the fun Mom, cheerful and always there for us. As I said, she spoiled Jim and his brothers. We used to say, "Whatever Jim wants, Jim gets." I had to stifle a laugh as I thought of that. Sarah said, "I guess this is a lot for you to digest, Billy. Are you sure you're okay with it? I agreed to talk with you because Jim said you needed some help." I had a little trouble looking her in the eyes. I mean, she knew what I wanted. I knew what she had been up to - when did they start, for Chrissake? "Yeah. It's a lot." I tried to make a joke. "Look, why can't you just call her up, tell her what I want, and we can knock it out this afternoon?" She laughed at that. "If it were only that easy, huh? No, it's not, though. What you're talking about is the deepest secret any woman can ever have. No matter what the secret is, this one is deeper, because it's more dangerous. You understand that?" "Yeah. You can trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you, Sarah." "I do trust you, Bill. Let me ask you first, who else do you know who is doing this? Who else in your group is sleeping with his Mom?" I didn't know what to say. "Uuuuh," I started. "That's right. Uuuuh. You don't know anyone who is doing it, so you assume no one is doing it. Right?" "Yeah, pretty much." "I can tell you, there's a lot more of it going on than you think. It's just that no one talks about it. When two consenting adults have an affair, they usually don't advertise it, do they? They keep it a secret. This is even more a secret, so you just don't know who is doing it. But I guarantee you many are. I'll tell you right now, I'm sure you've read all the story sites and I hope you know that 99.99% of the stories about Mothers and Sons are pure bullshit." "Yeah, I kind of figured that." "Sure, they're the fevered ravings of teen-aged boys or men who never got it, but wanted it. They just don't ring true. Tell me, Bill. If this works for you, are you going to write a story about it?" "Hell, no." "Well, there you have it. A few of the stories I have read do ring true, and I suspect they were written by people who have done it and want to help others find their own way. Kind of "How To" manuals. But they're few and far between. If you do this, it has to be an absolute secret. You know how such a thing could hurt Victoria if it got out." "Oh, I know. I know." She smiled. "But once you're in it, you will be able to recognize others, even if they never admit it. What did you think of my relationship with Jim before you knew?" "I just thought you were very close, and you were a very loving Mom." "Right. Sadly, it was an unusual appearing relationship, I'm sure, because most Mothers and Sons are distant with each other. You've been cold toward your Mother since you hit puberty. It's just the way it is. All men are like that. You want her, but you're afraid of her, so you push her away. When you see a son who is not pushing his Mother away, you can bet he's either there, or he's trying to get there." She continued. "But you want to know the rest? We have the same feelings. Every Mother has fantasized about her son. But if you're afraid to do anything about it, how afraid do you think we are? The Mother will never make the first move. Victoria will never make the first move. She's terrified. Every Mother teases her son in one way or another. What woman doesn't feel excited when someone wants her so powerfully? So, of course we tease you. We'll let you see us in our underwear - that's harmless, right? Nothing wrong with a son seeing his Mother like that, because sons shouldn't want their Mothers in that way. It's wrong, so we kind of deny it can even exist. But it's there." "You mean Mom has thought of me in that way?" Sarah gave a belly laugh. She looked so good when she laughed like that. "Bill, there are few things in life I would bet on, but that's a sure bet. Let's get down to it. Where are you now?" "Well, I spend more time with her. I tell her I love her. I hug her. I kiss her on the lips, but she doesn't like it when I try to use a little tongue." "Oh, she likes it. She's just not going to let you think she likes it. Do you think any Mother wants her son to think she's easy?" I laughed at that. "So you're saying she's going to make me work for it?" "You're going to have to work harder for it than you've ever worked for anything. You know what you're going to have to do?" "What?" "You're going to have to stick with it. I suspect she knows what you want now. The cat's kind of out of the bag, I guess, so you're going to have to prove to her that you really want to have a deep, loving relationship with her and you're not just playing at something you really don't want. This is key, Bill. She has to believe, truly believe, that you love her deeply and that what you want is just a component of the love you want to share. Once she believes, truly believes, that if she lets you in, it won't destroy your relationship, then you're there. She has to know it will make your relationship stronger, not worse. That's her greatest fear. She doesn't want to hurt you or lose your love and respect." "So what do I do?" "Just keep on trying. This isn't a girl you're trying to get in the sack. This is your Mother, and you're trying to love her more completely. It will be forever. Forever. You can't break up with your Mother like you can with a girlfriend. You have to show her that you're in it forever." She looked at Jim. "Right, Jim?" He looked back at her, and I could see the love in his eyes. "Forever, Mom. Forever." She looked from Jim to me, and then back to Jim. "That doesn't mean you aren't going to date and, if the right woman comes along, it doesn't mean you aren't going to get married. I want you to find love, get married, and give me grandchildren if it comes to that. It just means that you will always have my complete love, and I'll always have yours." Jim leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It was the first kiss I had ever seen from a son to his Mother, in that way, and I thought it was beautiful. I was honored they shared it with me. Sarah said, "You've done the hardest work already, Bill. The hardest thing is to get Victoria to look at you as a man with sexual desires for her, and not as a boy. Once you've done that, then all you have to do is make her know how much you want her for the long-term, and let her convince herself it will be okay. I'll tell you this. You will never convince Victoria to make love to you. She'll either convince herself, or it won't happen." I went home with my head whirling. I couldn't get the image of Sarah giving Jim a blowjob out of my mind. I know, I know. It's all about a deeper love but I'm a guy, and I couldn't get the image out of my head. Beautiful Sarah, gobbling Jim's dick. Then the image morphed into Mom, giving me a blowjob. I was hard as a rock. I went in to hug Mom, and Dad was there. Mom gave me a stiff little hug and a peck on the cheek, and went back to her puttering around the kitchen. As I thought about it later, that meant something to me. She clearly wanted Dad to see just a normal, kind of cool, relationship between us, as if nothing had changed. But something had changed. She knew that I wanted her sexually. Maybe I wasn't as cool about it, as suave, as I could have been, but she knew. She didn't want Dad to know. When he went into the den, I said, "Come here," and took her in my arms. She giggled and said, "Oh, you bad boy." She said it in kind of a flirting voice, and if my dick was hard before, it was approaching diamond cutter status now. Mom and Dad had to run out to the garden center that afternoon. Look, you know I'm just a guy, right? I'm not trying to present myself as some saint, or something. I'm a guy. What do guys do, from the time they're teenagers? Right. I went to her laundry basket to check out her dirty panties. I had to see if I was having any effect on her. When I opened the basket, sitting right on top of the dirty clothes was a pair of pink panties. Now I'm no expert at many things, but I am an expert in Mom's panties. I mean, I'd been checking them out for years. I knew how much discharge was normal, and how much discharge meant she had been turned on. With these panties, she had been turned on. But more, what were they doing right on top of the pile? That wasn't Mom's pattern. Her panties were always buried down in the dirty clothes. They came off before other things, and there was always something on top of them. She may not have been trying to hide them, but there was always some other item on top of them. But this time, they were sitting right on top. Was it a signal? Did she know I would check them out? I thought that was asking a bit much, but I didn't know. I mean, Mothers don't know their sons are checking their panties out, do they? I put them back, and then placed a pair of her socks on top of them. If she had left them for me, she'd know I had checked them out. If she hadn't left them for me, she wouldn't notice they weren't as she left them. It was worth a try. Kind of a secret communication between us, maybe. I ate supper with them, and Mom and I were cleaning up the kitchen after we finished and Dad had gone into the den. I washed the dishes, and Mom cleaned the counters. When I finished, I dried my hands and Mom moved to the sink to rinse her sponge. I slid behind her, put my hands on her waist, and bent down to kiss the back of her neck. I then took a bold move, and pushed my dick against her butt. She didn't say anything, so I moved my hands around to her stomach and pulled her back into me. I wasn't grinding into her, but I was clearly pulling her ass onto my dick, and she had to know it. She had to feel it. She put her hands down onto mine, and squeezed them. "You're not going to give up, are you?" "Nope, Mom. I'm not giving up. I know what I want." "You may not get what you want, Bill. We don't always get what we want. Sometimes what we want isn't good for us." "What I want is to love you, Mom." I laughed softly in her ear. "It's not like I'm asking for a kidney." She laughed, too, and then we went into the den. She plopped down in her regular place and then said to Dad, "We're going to watch a movie. Why don't you watch with us?" He groaned. "Are you kidding? We're playing the Mets tonight. I'm not missing that," and he got up to go to the basement. After he left, Mom grinned at me and patted the couch beside her. Without a word, I sat beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. She snuggled into me, lowering her head to my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Mom. I always have, and I always will." She didn't say anything. The position she was in had her cheek against my chest so that she was looking down at my lap. There is no way she couldn't notice my hard dick, only inches from her face, if her eyes were open. I stroked my fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head again. She shifted so she could look into my eyes. "I don't want to ever do anything to risk losing you, Honey." "You'll never lose me, Mom. You're stuck with me forever." I hugged her to me and slid my right hand down her right arm so I was gently stroking it. My hand was inches from her perfect tits, and I hungered to reach over and give them a squeeze. I was afraid, so I didn't. Rubbing my dick against her ass was one thing, but grabbing her tits was quite another, if that makes sense. She straightened up. "We'd better pick a movie, hadn't we?" With hundreds of movies on Netflix, we couldn't find a thing to watch. We finally settled on one, and started it. From downstairs, we could hear the game going. We sat on the couch together, snuggling innocently while we watched. "Innocently." Right. It sure wasn't innocent on my part. I was hard the whole time, and couldn't even tell you what we were watching. I wanted her to touch my dick. I wanted to hold her tits. But she didn't, and I didn't. We just snuggled. Innocently. We heard Dad coming up the stairs, and Mom quickly shooed me to the other loveseat. I settled back, and when Dad came in to announce the halftime score, we were separated by several feet. So she knew we were doing something he shouldn't know about, huh? Not so innocent, then, was it? As soon as he went back downstairs, I was back beside Mom and we snuggled together again. I stroked her arm and then bent down to kiss her neck, right under her ear. She shivered. "Bad boy. That tickles. You shouldn't make your Mother shiver like that." When the game was over and Dad headed upstairs to bed, we stayed together and started another movie. I sure didn't want this moment to end, and I guess Mom didn't, either. I wanted my hand on that tit. Was this the right moment? Would I screw it up if I moved too fast? Would she get mad? Would I ruin everything I had gained? Wouldn't it be better to do nothing? Just stay with what I had? But I was so hot I couldn't stand it. If she were any other woman and we were at this point, I'd have my hand on her tit. So, I thought I'd treat her like any other woman. From rubbing her arm, I extended my fingers and lightly brushed the side of her right breast. She had on a tee shirt with a heavier shirt over it, and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She grabbed my hand and held it on her arm, keeping my fingers away from her tit, and said, "Just watch the movie, bad boy." "Just watch the movie, bad boy?" Hell, the movie was the last thing on my mind. But it was all out there in the open now, wasn't it? I had made a move on her breast, and she hadn't jumped up screaming at me. To me, her gesture was not, "No, don't do that." It was more, "I know what you want, but now is not the right time." That make sense? If the message was, "No way, no how," then she would have chastised me and that would have been that. But she didn't. A couple of long minutes later, I resumed rubbing her arm and, again, stroked my fingers on the side of her breast, this time a little more boldly. She gave a theatrical sigh, took my hand again, and held it on her arm. She knew what I wanted. She knew. She just wasn't ready to give it to me. Yet. Same thing a couple of minutes later, and this time I brushed my fingers along the top of her breast and across her nipple. She shuddered, and put her head against my chest again. I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "So beautiful. Perfect." She hugged my chest with her right hand, and I slid my hand down her arm, pulling her into me. This was no longer just a Mother and Son innocently snuggling on the couch during a movie. This was lovers. I don't know what she was thinking, but there was no doubt in my mind. I moved my hand from her arm, reached down, and cupped her right breast in my hand. The nipple was as hard as a little rock, and I gently rubbed it with the palm of my hand. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded in such a way that I could see the lust in them, and said, "Kiss me." "Kiss me." Are those the most beautiful words I ever heard? I bent down and gently kissed her lips, flicking my tongue against her pouting lower lip. Her mouth was slightly open, and I teased her with my tongue. This time, she responded, tentatively at first and then with increasing passion. This was it. This was the Rubicon. Crossing it would mean never being able to go back. She had made a decision, that was obvious. She was acknowledging that she knew what I wanted, and at least in some measure, she was acknowledging she wanted the same thing. We kissed deeply and lovingly. I kept my hand on her breast, working it for all I was worth. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger, kind of rolling it and pulling it, and she moaned in my mouth. She pulled away. "I don't want you to be disappointed, Honey." I had to think about that. What was she saying? Was she saying I couldn't have what I wanted, and I would be disappointed I didn't get it? Was she saying she was afraid I would be disappointed if I did get it? What was she saying? How should I respond? "Mom, just love me and let me love you. That will never disappoint me." She sighed, and kissed me again. I guess I had said the right thing. I tried to get my hand under her tee shirt, and she wouldn't let me. She let me hold her breasts and play with them, but outside her shirt. "He's right upstairs." That made sense to me, and I didn't push it. How would it look if Dad had come downstairs for something and found his wife with her son's mouth on her tits? The next weekend I went home again. Mom met me at the door and we kissed, and I slid my hands down to rest on her butt. Mom has many gifts, but that butt of hers has always been her strongest feature. I loved having my hands on it. She acted like it was no big deal. I don't know what I was expecting. Did I think that once I had my hands on her butt and her tits, that she was going to say, "Fuck me, Bill! Fuck me with that huge dick." If that's what I expected, I didn't get it. She acted like what we were sharing was not that big a deal, and might or might not lead to anything more. It was driving me crazy. At supper, Mom made an announcement, and it took my breath away. "Sarah called me this week and wants to have a family hike out at the trailhead. She wants to camp and do the twelve-mile loop the next day, then come back Sunday. You guys up for it?" Hell, yes. Of course I was up for it. I held my breath, waiting for what Dad would say. He and Mom enjoyed hiking, but he was getting older and didn't have the endurance he once had. "Sure, Honey," he said. "If that's what you want to do, that's fine. I'll take a few hours off and we can leave Friday." "Great, Mom," I said, and I could tell by the look on her face she knew how disappointed I was. That night, again snuggling on the couch, Mom said, "Honey, don't worry. I'm betting your Dad comes up with some excuse between now and Friday." My heart leapt. She knew I wanted her alone. She seemed to want it, too. I could only hope. On Thursday, Mom texted me. "Dad said he has a project crashing, so he can't get off early Friday and may even have to go in on Saturday. He told us to go ahead." I could barely control myself. I didn't text what I really wanted to, because I didn't want all of Cupertino to know what was going on, so I just replied, "Great. We'll have fun." I took off early Friday and by the time I got home Jim and Sarah were already at Mom's waiting for me. We shifted my gear to their car. Jim drove, and Carol got in the front seat with him, leaving Mom and me to the back seat. As soon as we got on the road, Mom texted Dad, "We're off, Honey. I love you. See you on Sunday. Eat food. Don't just sit on the couch watching baseball and eating chips." He answered immediately. "I love you. Have fun. Take photos." It took about five hours of driving to get to the trailhead, and Mom and I sat holding hands the whole time. Sarah and Jim chattered away the whole time, but Mom was uncharacteristically quiet. I didn't mind. I didn't feel like talking a lot either. Once I moved my hand to rest on Mom's leg, and she firmly moved it off. She clearly didn't want Sarah and Jim to see us doing anything unusual. We set up our two tents and began preparing dinner. Camping dinners are great. The food isn't, let's face it, as well-prepared as it would have been if it were cooked at home, but it's just the whole ambiance of it. We sat at a picnic table to eat, and had a great time talking about our hike the next day. After dinner, we cleaned up and then stoked up the campfire. Mom and brought a couple of bottles of wine, and we sat around the fire drinking it and enjoying the fire and the stars and each other. I had been eating away at the elephant, but there was an elephant sitting right there with us at the campfire. What were the sleeping arrangements going to be? I knew what Sarah and Jim wanted. I knew what I wanted. But Mom. How could we get it by Mom? Well, leave it to Sarah. When we were all starting to yawn, Sarah stood up, took Jim's hand, and said, "Well, we'd better call it a night if we're going to get an early start tomorrow." That was it. What I had been worrying about had been taken care of with no big deal. Sarah just made the assumption that we would be sleeping as couples. Jim and I hurried to move the sleeping pads and bags into the appropriate tents, and then we separated, each to our own area. The tents were set up about ten yards apart. When Mom and I crawled into our tent, I immediately took her into my arms and kissed her. "Ssssh," she whispered. "They're right over there. I'd really feel more comfortable if Sarah and I shared a tent. Doesn't this look weird?" "Sarah decided it," I whispered, "So she must not think it looks weird." "Well, you're going to have to behave yourself. I mean it." I tried not to look disappointed, but I must have. "Oh, Honey. You look like I just took your Christmas toy away from you. Come here," Mom whispered, and kissed me. We lay there, on top of our sleeping bags and still fully clothed, whispering to each other. We could hear Sarah and Jim whispering in their tent, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I suspected Sarah was having the same conversation with Jim. Then Sarah giggled loudly, and we heard a rustling from their tent. The sounds, to me, were pretty obvious. They were going to get it on, Mom or not. Mom and I laid there, and if ears could grow from trying to hear, ours would have grown a foot. We could hear whispering, then a rhythmic movement that was unmistakeable. Mom looked at me with an exaggerated open mouth shocked look. She whispered in my ear, "Are they...?" "What it sounds like to me," I whispered back. "Maybe not, though. Maybe they're just playing a game of gin rummy." Mom laughed, and then took me in her arms. We kissed deeply, and I started unbuttoning her blouse. She looked at me, and then laid back to let me do it. She didn't have a bra on, so when I got the blouse unbuttoned I had those perfect pear-sized breasts before me. I bent down, rubbed my lips on her left nipple, and then took it in my mouth. Mom arched her back, pulling my head into her breast. I took the whole tit in my mouth, and started sucking furiously, scrubbing my tongue against her nipple. She shifted me to her other breast, holding it and feeding it to me. I was sucking so frantically that once my mouth slipped off and I gave a loud slurping sound. Mom giggled. "Shhhh," she whispered in my ear. "You're going to have to be quiet." We paused, and could hear the sounds from the next tent. "They're not being quiet. I don't think they'll hear us," I said, and got back to work. While I was sucking her tits, I slid my hand down her belly and under the waist of her pants. They were a bit tight, so I undid her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. Sliding my hand down, I cupped her pussy. It wasn't as hairy as I expected, but it was sopping wet. I slid my finger into her, and she stiffened her body in response. I got up on my knees, took her blouse the rest of the way off, and then slid her jeans and panties down her legs until, finally, my Mother lay naked before me. I couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful. Her pussy was lightly fringed with soft brown hair. Her skin was creamy with a light dusting of freckles. I had never seen such a perfect sight. She looked up at me, and then put her hand on my belt buckle. That was all the encouragement I needed, and I quickly stripped my clothes off. I then laid beside her and took her in my arms. We were naked, skin to skin, and I knew I would remember that moment the rest of my life. "Are you disappointed?," she asked softly. "Oh, my God," was all I could say as I ran my hands over every inch of her. She reached down and shyly took my dick in her left hand. "My big boy," she murmured. "What is it you've always dreamed of?" I put my hand on top of her head and gently pushed. She laughed. "You men are all the same, aren't you?" Then she raised herself up and slowly started moving down my body, holding my dick all the while. When she had her head at my stomach, she paused and looked up at me. There was enough moonlight in the tent that I could see her face clearly as she opened her lips and slowly took me into her mouth. My Mom was a fucking blowjob queen. She knew exactly what to do. She stroked me with her left hand, bobbing her head and sucking. She started slowly, and then increased the power and frequency while I held her head and bucked into her mouth. "Mom. Stop. I can't hold it." She took her mouth off me, and then came back up to my face, kissing me deeply. "My Mom just had my dick in her mouth, and now she's kissing me," was all I could think. I almost lost it at that moment. I knew what I wanted, but suddenly I was a little timid. I had some experience, but I'd be the first to say I was probably not the best around at eating pussy. Mom had years of experience, and I knew I wouldn't match what she was probably used to. I moved my head down, sucking each breast and then kissing down her belly to her pubic hair. I looked up at her and whispered, "You're going to have to teach me what you like." She trembled, put her hands on my head, and pushed down. "I think you'll do just fine," she whispered. "Just fine." I used my finger and traced the outline and parts of her pussy, then slid my finger in her. I then used my tongue to trace the same parts, finally flicking it against her clitoris. She arched her back while pulling my face into her, and I got to work. I curled my finger up so I could rub her G-spot, while sucking lightly on her clit. Increasing the intensity and frequency, I kept doing the same thing. I thought I was going to suffocate in there. My nose was pushed against her mound and I was having trouble breathing, but I kept at it. She stiffened, gave a little groan, and then pulled me into her. I eased myself back up to her and hugged her to me. "Just fine," she whispered in my ear. "Just fine." There are kings in the world. There are Presidents who rule armies. There are billionaires who rule industry. But I had just made my Mom cum by eating her pussy. At that moment, I was king of the universe. We just laid there for awhile, whispering and holding each other. It was truly a magical moment. Then Mom reached down and took my dick in her hand, pulling me to her. I rolled over onto her, holding myself up on my arms, and looked into her eyes. She nodded. She put my dick at her entrance and, with other other hand on my butt, urged me into her. I have never felt anything so wondrous in my life. That pussy. It was tight and incredibly smooth inside. I could feel her vaginal walls grip my dick as I eased it in. "Go slow, Honey. It's been awhile, and you're pretty big." I continued to push, and then bottomed out. I could feel the head of my dick pushing against her cervix, and she gasped. She started hunching against me, and I responded, slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency. I would like to say I lasted hours, but I didn't. I moaned, "Oh, Mom," and then it came. I couldn't help it. As soon as I started cumming, I sensed a greater intensity in her movements and she started whimpering and moaning softly. "Uh, uh, uh," she moaned, and then stiffened against me as her pussy clamped tightly on me. We all read about simultaneous orgasms, and I'm sure they happen. It hasn't been my experience, though. I always try to hold back so my partner cums first, and then I'll let it go. Or vice versa. But Mom and I had our orgasms together, and it was beautiful. We managed a few more times that night, until she finally announced, "Honey. I'm an old woman in menopause. I can't go anymore. You're wearing me out." She looked at me. "But I'm not done with you yet, am I?" She slid down my body and took me into her mouth again. My dick, covered with her juice and with my cum, deep in Mom's mouth. She gave me an even better blowjob than the first one, and I found myself on the edge of cumming again. "Mom. Mom. You'd better stop." Still sucking and pumping, she looked up at me and shook her head. I exploded. I don't know how there could have been anything left, but I exploded in her mouth. She continued sucking and slurping, and swallowed me down. Raising her head, she looked at me and there was a small dribble of cum on her lower lip. I pulled her to me, kissed her and licked my cum from her lip. She looked at me and said, "Don't tell your father. I don't swallow for him," and we both burst out laughing. We immediately realized we were too loud, and the laughing subsided into giggles. The next morning, we all acted as if nothing had happened the night before. Sarah and Mom bustled around, cooking breakfast, while Jim and I gathered more firewood. Jim looked at me and nodded. "How was that elephant?" "Delicious," I said. "One bite at a time." As we ate, Mom and Sarah chatted back and forth as if all was normal. Sarah asked, "Did you guys sleep well?" Mom nodded, and Sarah nodded back. Sarah said, "There were a lot of noisy animals in the woods last night. Did you hear them?" Everyone laughed. Yep. There had been a lot of noisy animals in the woods last night.

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Title: Meeting Destiny Tags: beautiful smart, door nikki, long nikki, revolving door, break loose, smart funny, recesses mind, ground crotch, crossing arms, nikki asked *This story is property of Renzajones please do not reproduce. She’s standing in front of the mirror that hangs on the wall over her dresser all polished and ready, looking so brand new I almost don’t recognize her. She slides a deep red lipstick over her mouth and rubs her lips together before turning to me and running her left hand through her dark hair, that seems to look tousled and slightly unruly no matter what she does to it. “Something is wrong.” She says cocking her head to the side slightly and squinting her chocolate colored almond shaped eyes. She’s damn tootin something is wrong. The woman standing in front of me is dominating; she actually has a presence and bears only a slight resemblance to the girl who has been my closest friend for the past three years. For as long as I had known her Nikki had always been a step beyond beautiful all on her own, but her prettiness was undeveloped, or had been. Now that she had put hours into getting ready she was just too gorgeous. The boat-neck black dress with three-quarter length sleeves that was wearing stopped inches above her knees and might have been plain had the back not been cut down to the dip in her spine. I’d had to force my eyes from her exposed cinnamon colored back more than once. The high-heeled black shoes she’d paired the outfit with took her from just being tall to being statuesque. Up until now I’d only seen her in sneakers, sandals and the oxfords the school dress code insisted on. , The new shoes made it seem as if she had another woman’s feet out on loan. Even her walk was different now. Yes something was definitely wrong. I hadn’t responded aloud to her declaration that something was wrong but Nikki didn’t seem to notice and of course she had no idea of my slightly ranty inner monologue. She moved past me leaving the scent of jasmine in her wake. “Oh, I know.” She said, grabbing a pair of dangling silver earrings from her bedside table. After putting them on she turned to me again and for reasons I wouldn’t acknowledge my heart beat a little faster and the temperature of the dorm room seemed to reach unbearable levels. “She gives you fever” the little voice in the back of my head piped up. I pushed the thought away and told myself I was probably just getting sick. “Yeah lovesick” The voice chuckled. I wished my inner self would mind her own damn business and let me live out my days in blissful denial. “So how do I look J?” Nikki asked, running her hand through her hair again. “Sexy.” The voice said. “Sexy” the word popped out of my mouth before I could shove the thought into the recesses of my mind where it belonged. “Really?” Nikki asked not skipping a beat and apparently not noticing that I couldn’t look away from her, or breathe. “Really” I replied, not even bothering to backtrack, she knew me too well and would have spotted a lame cover up before the lie left my lips. “That’s what I was going for” she said with a smile. Even the slight overbite that she had was sexy. I found everything about her enticing and that scared me. I was still watching she as she grabbed a small handbag off of her bed and left the room. When we’d been paired as roommates I was shocked to find that beyond being beautiful she was also smart, funny and wildly interesting. If I hadn’t liked her so much I might have hated her for seemingly having it all. Not liking Nikki wasn’t even an option she was just one of those people who you couldn’t help but like. On a cool October afternoon she and I weren’t together after classes for the first time in weeks. Nikki and buxom blonde named Sara had gone shopping. I had been invited but declined, as Sara seemed to hate me ferociously, although newer when Nikki was looking. The blonde had gone out of her way to let me know she couldn’t stand me though she had never made the reason clear. I had made my own plans to write a thirteen-page essay on the Islamic faith for history. The paper was due in two days and as usual I had put it off until the last minute. We’d had weeks to work on it but I had yet to so much as crack a book on the subject. Five minutes into studying I developed an intense hunger and decide to take a break and go get some food. I left campus walking slowly admiring the leaves that adorned the trees like bursts of rich color from an artist’s brush. Because I was procrastinating and trying to put off the paper yet again I made slow progress dawdling and looking into shop windows as I headed in the general direction of the golden arches of McDonald’s By chance I caught sight of Nikki and Sara sitting at a table for two inside of Papa’s Pizza. The cheesy but typical faux Italian decor was tacky at best but the food was great. Sara was leaning halfway across the table saying something to Nikki. I could almost hear the sound of her laughter as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and responded to the blonde. Not wanting to be spotted lest I be invited to join I started to move on. For whatever reason I looked for a moment longer and saw Nikki lean forward and brush her full lips lightly over Sara’s before settling back in her chair. I was already denying what I’d seen when Nikki ran her hand through her hair and glanced in my direction. Suddenly I had no desire to eat anything and I turned from the window and went back to campus. My mind was reeling how could she be a lesbian? And why hadn’t she told me? “Would it have mattered?” The Voice in my head asked. I ignored the question lest I be forced to examine myself to closely and walked back to the school. I was sitting on my bed trying to fill my head with facts about the nation of Islam when Nikki came in two hours later. She started unloading her purchases from their respective bags and putting away the array of sweaters, skirts and jeans she had purchased. I kept looking at her out of the corner of my eye while pretending to be enthralled with the book that was sitting open on my lap. “Are you going to keep tossing covert glances my way all night J? Why don’t you just go ahead and look directly at me for a good long time?” Her voice was tinged with amusement but there was a steely undercurrent in the flow of her words and a razor sharp edge to her words. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked her. My tone was accusing although it hadn’t been my intent. “Tell you what?” She asked as she turned from the closet and looked me dead in the eye. “That you ‘re, I mean, you’re...” I was stumbling over the words and probably blushing. “A lesbian?” She asked crossing her arms under her breasts as she rested most of her weight on her right foot and bent her left leg. I just sat there staring and she continued. “I didn’t tell you because it was none of your damn business J, Why you seem to feel that it should have been is beyond me.” My voice was almost a whisper when I spoke “I thought we were friends.” “Shit I thought so too, but if you’re already talking in past tense behind what you saw then I don’t think we were ever friends.” She said dropping her arms and turning away, as if the conversation was over. “No wait, We are friends I was just shocked.” “Why” she asked “I thought you were norm...straight.” Her eyes had flashed as I stumbled over my words again. I had been about to say I thought she was normal .My inner voice piped up to say. “You also thought you were more open minded.” I ignored the thought and focused on Nikki. “I am normal .” She said in a tone that told me we might come to blows if I said different. “But why did you think I was straight?” “I just assumed...” “That’s right, you did.” She said cutting me off. “Well you never made it clear that you weren’t why wouldn’t I think that?” She laughed, but clearly she was not amused. “I never said I was straight either and I didn’t mislead you or anyone else. You saw what you wanted and overlooked what was right in front of you. But my preferences don‘t change who I am. I’m the same girl I was this morning” She was right. I had just assumed that she was straight and now that she pointed it out I realized I had seen her and Sara acting the way couples act but dismissed their relationship as a friendship, although as friends Nikki and I had never linked fingers, cuddled or parted with an embrace and I hadn’t seen her interact with any of the other girls as such either. She hadn’t tried to lie or hide or be dishonest, I had done all that to myself. “I’m sorry “I said She shrugged. “You should be.” Her words stung but there was no anger in her voice. She was just stating a fact She crossed the room and pulled something out of her back pocket. It was a thin silver chain that had a small S suspended from it. It glinted in the light as she tossed it on the dresser. It dawned on me that the last place I had seen such a chain was around Sara’s neck. Well now I knew what the N stood for. I wondered what had happened between the two of them but I didn’t ask and even though Nikki had seen me watching her she didn’t offer an explanation. I looked down. Our friendship was going to be weird now because now I wasn’t sure what was safe to ask or not ask about. When I glanced up a moment later Nikki had a bag in her hand which she wet to hand to me. “Here I got this for you.” Her hand hovered in the air with a small shopping bag waiting for me to take it. The look on my face must have said it al and apparently it cracked her up. “Girl take this bag its only lotion, I noticed you were out. I’m not trying to romance you hell you’re not even my type.” She laughed again. I took the bag and lifted out a vanilla scented lotion. I was a little offended she seemed to find the thought of romancing me so laughable and my inner self was demanding an answer to why I wasn’t her type. “Don’t bust a gut or anything Nikki.” I said laughing a little and feeling relived we still seemed to be friends. “What do you only date blondes?” “Don’t be a jackass.” She answered leaving me wondering just what her type was. The nature of our friendship didn’t change at and after a while I wondered why I had ever been foolish enough to think that her sexual preference would have altering factor. Nikki never once offered me anything but friendship a fact that I had once appreciated made me want to cry now. “Ironic.” The Voice said If anyone had told me when at 15 first met Nikki that I would fall for her I would have laughed. She was beautiful and smart and funny and sweet but I wasn’t attracted to her. Or at least that’s what I told myself every time my increasing physical attraction reared it’s head At first I tried to rationalize and tell myself that it was just the fact that we were so close, and spent so much time together. “Bitch Please.” The Voice intoned. As usual I ignored my inner self and went from rationalization to denial. Denial worked until the day I caught myself staring at her ass as she bent to retrieve a pair of shoes from the closet. The sight of her bent over like that gave me a whole new appreciation for the words kiss ass. I let myself slowly admit that I wanted to fuck her but figured it was only a passing fancy that would ebb out in time. Three years later I the desire was stronger than ever and now much to my dismay I loved her. It would have been much easier to be able to shove her into the girls I’d fuck category, but I knew I was hooked when it stopped being about her body and started being about making her smile. Now she was going out on a date she had been looking forward to for months and she seemed so happy. I wanted to be a good friend and be happy for her but my eyes declared mutiny on that plan and teared up while something under my ribcage seemed to break loose. I sat on the bed crying and wondered if my heart was breaking. My pesky inner self was quiet and instead of being relived I damned her for deserting me when I needed her. “Come on Jayne, was that for her or me?” She piped up proving that she wasn’t gone after all. Without warning the door opened “I forgot my...” Whatever she had been about to say died on her lips as she stood there staring at me. “J what’s the matter?” She asked closing the door and approaching the bed. I dropped my eyes and replied. “Nothing.” She sucked her teeth and sighed, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Even without looking I knew she had also rolled her eyes and cocked her head to the side with impatience. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just take me for a fool, and ask you again. What’s the matter with you?” “I’m fine.” I said hedging and lying through my teeth. “Clearly.” She said sitting on the bed next to me. “You’re going to be late.” I told her wishing she would leave. “I thought you wanted her to stay.” The voice chimed in. I’m not going anywhere, until you tell me why you’re crying like somebody killed your dog choked your cat and robbed your house.” Even through the tears I smiled. Nikki was always good for a colorful turn of phrase. “I’m just depressed.” I answered as honestly as I was willing to answer. She shook her head “that’s twice that you’ve taken me for a fool.” “How would you know if I were depressed or not?” I snapped. I had been on the verge of adding “with all the time you spend with your new girlfriend.” But as Nikki had pointed out twice now she was no fool. She could put two and two together and she would almost surely put my lashing out and weeping with my jealousy of the new woman in her life and guess what the real problem with me was. “I didn’t say you weren’t depressed J, because you are I’ve seen it but the way you’re crying when I came in here wasn’t just sadness or what have you. You were weeping, and I’m not leaving until you tell me why.” I didn’t say anything I just stood up and started walking to the door. Nikki was stubborn and persistent and true to her word she would miss the chance to see the play she had been wanting to see with her girlfriend for months just to stay here and find out what was the matter with me. I hadn’t taken three steps before she grabbed my arm. I snatched away but she was stronger than I’d realized and held me easily. “Let me go I just need to be alone, please.” I was pleading and I knew that any minute I would be crying again. She let me go and stood up moving to look me in the face. I looked down and she tipped my head up with her hand forcing me to look into her eyes. “I hate to see you hurting J, if you need to be alone fine I’ll go. But I need something from you.” “What?” I asked “I need you to know that you don’t have to handle whatever you’re going through alone. I’m not saying I can fix whatever the problem is but you can tell me anything and I’ll be there for you.” She dropped her hand and looked into my eyes for a moment more before turning away. She grabbed her cell phone from her bed and left without a word. This time the tears were running down my face before I even realized I was crying. I’d been in love with her for two years and it had been almost bearable watching girls come in and out of her life as if her dates were coming through a revolving door. This new woman was just that. A woman not a girl not a student a grown woman who was beautiful smart and could lavish Nikki with all the gifts she deserved. Melissa had stopped the revolving door and been Nikki ’s one and only for four months. After Sara, Nikki had girlfriends, plural never just one and never the same girl for more than six weeks so four months with one chick was serious business. For every girl she had brought into her life I countered with a boy, as if I had a point to prove. By our senior year I had run through more than my share of guys and I knew girls talked behind my back calling me a slut and every other name they could think of. The truth was I’d slept with less than a handful of the dates I’d paraded around so proudly. The night passed slowly and every other minute I wondered what Nikki was doing. I wished I had let her stay, so at least she’d be with me, but I knew I never would have let her miss something that made her so happy. When she came running in the door moments before lights out I pretended to be asleep. I heard her moving around none too quietly but still pretended to sleep, after a few moments I felt her weight resting on the edge of my bed. “J I know you’re not sleeping.” I lay there not responding. I didn’t want to hurt her, I just didn’t want to hear about what a great night she’d had and I certainly didn’t want her to revisit the reason for my earlier tears. She stayed on the bed for a moment longer before rising. I immediately missed her nearness and wished she had stayed. She set something on the table near my bed and shut off the lights. When her breathing was slow and deep I opened my eyes. The room wasn’t completely dark as the moonlight from the window and the hall light from the door seeped in. She had bought be a box of my favorite chocolates and set them on the bedside table. I felt shitty for ignoring her and now I wished she were awake. She scared the bejesus out of me as I reached for the box and her voice drifted across the space between our beds. “Why won’t you talk to me J?” “Jesus Nikki I thought you were asleep.” “I know you did, that’s why I did the whole breathing thing.” I was silent because I didn’t know what to say. “I broke up with Melissa tonight.” She sighed and my heart skipped a beat. I knew I shouldn’t be elated but I was. “As if you have a chance.” The voice said. “Why?” I asked Nikki. “It wasn’t going anywhere and she was only using me, I was using her too for a while there but lately I’ve been feeling like a whore because of the gifts and stuff.” Damn that meant they’d been having sex and lots of it if the gifts were indicative of the amount. “Sorry.” I said. She just sighed and was silent for a bit. Before speaking again. “I’m worried about you J.” I sighed “I don’t want to talk about this” I said “I didn’t ask you to.” With Melissa gone and Nikki single I was happier than I’d been in months. That happiness lasted five weeks then came Abby. It looked like yet another girl was going to get all of what I couldn’t have even a taste of. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take it. After a week of dating Abby Nikki was talking non-stop about her and I snapped and told her I didn’t want to hear another fucking word about it. Nikki didn’t say another word but the hurt on her face cut deeper than any words ever could. “I’m sorry” I said “I’m just tense.” She shrugged “It’s fine I just wish you would tell me what’s up with you lately.” I closed my mouth lest tight and sucked on my secret like a sour piece of hard candy I was too stubborn to spit out. “You looove her.” The voice inside my head sang in an annoying tune reminiscent of grammar school taunting. No I don’t, I lied to myself. “No you don‘t what?” Nikki said staring at me. I realized I had spoken aloud. Great now I’m going out of my mind. Perfect. I ranted to myself. I could just see the scene now the mother superior would call my parents who would force me to see a physiatrist. Then through some sort of trickery I’d reveal all of my fantasies and desires and obsessions over my best friend to some balding middle aged man who smelled of old spice, peppermints and something sweet and cloying yet somehow sinister. My life would unravel in his office as some secretary with too long and too bright fingernails snuck personal calls in on the office phone in the lobby. Then my life would be over, my mother would start drinking vodka tonics for breakfast and washing them down with a cigarette, as my father began to curse at inanimate objects and relive war stories of a war he’d never been in. 10 years down the line my mother would be a drunk and my father would be out doing yard work in shorts, a sweater and dress socks in the middle of a thunderstorm. “No you don’t what?” Nikki asked again interrupting what I guessed was my breakdown and looking perplexed. I sighed and all of a sudden it was all too much before I could so much as breathe I felt something break loose and fracture inside my body. I was crying and babbling and generally losing my mind. I was trying to compress every thing I felt and had been feeling for years into the space of a moment. That alone would have made me incoherent but with the tears added in I was a regular basket case. “Yep you’re cracking up.” The voice in my head confirmed sounding unconcerned as if she weren’t a part of me. I “Well of course I’m a part of you, just not the part that’s going Looney tunes.” The voice chimed in. I wondered if she was filing her imaginary nails in a show of boredom over my antics of my physical self. “J, honeys I can’t understand you have to calm down so I can understand.” Nikki’s voice broke through my thoughts and I was still sobbing. Her voice was two steps past concerned and she was out and out worried. So for her I calmed down slightly and took a few deep breaths. The look of worry faded from her features only a little as she waited out the tears. She took my hand and just held it I’d started to pull away but she flexed her hand and gave me a look that said don’t even try it. When the tears were gone and my emotions settled back in the recesses of my mind where they belonged under lock and key I felt like an idiot. “Well you’ve always been sort of a spaz.” The voice chimed in. Later on I planned to imagine her with a gag stuffed in her mouth, but for now I focused on Nikki. She was staring at me now; her eyes were so intense I thought sure she could read my mind. “J, please if you won’t tell me everything just give me a hint. I can’t see you suffering like this and not help you, if you won’t let me help you then let someone else.” Tears fell out of her eyes and for a moment I almost didn’t realize what they were. In the years I had know her she had never ever cried. What had I done to her? “Oh god, Nikki please don’t cry.” She lifted her hand to wipe the tears but the kept flowing. She hadn’t granted my irrational and impossible request that she stop crying. Her eyes were filled with tears and just like that I opened my mouth and told her. “I’m in love with you.” It took a moment for the words to register. I couldn’t believe I had let them go and she couldn’t seem to grasp hold of them. “What?” She asked Suddenly my heart was racing the cat had my tongue, there were butterflies in my stomach a frog in my throat and the cow jumped over the moon as I sat there. I thought I’d been struck mute and from here on out I’d have to mime and use sign language to communicate. Before I could panic about my new wordless self Nikki leaned in and brushed her lips over mine. Her kiss was soft as if she thought I’d disappear or run screaming from the room and yelling accusations. I parted my lips for her and breathed her in like a smoker breathes in a cigarette. When we pulled apart I glanced at my feet surprised that my socks were still on after a kiss like that. “Did you just check your socks?” Nikki asked giggling “What?” I asked pretending not to have the foggiest idea what she was talking about. “Please J this is me and I know you just looked right at your socks. I might not have knocked your socks off but I love you too.” I loved that she knew I had checked my socks I also loved that the fact that I had checked my socks didn’t make her think twice, oh yeah and most of all I love that she loved me. I checked my socks again. Clearly these socks had some sort of anti-knocking off device. I shrugged it off and looked into her eyes she was smiling she shifted off the bed and kneeled on the floor removing my socks and tickling my feet. I laughed and pulled my naked feet on the bed as she rose only to settle next to me. We were lying on the bed looking at each other and this time I kissed her, I had expected the kiss to be slow and sweet but it wasn’t. It was wild and hungry and out of control. Her lips teeth and tongue made me forget how to breathe, and I wanted her with a ferocity that might have scared me if I could have formed a thought. I finally pulled away, and after catching my breath I spoke. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Nikki’s finger nails grazed my scalp and her lips brushed my collarbone. “I wanted it too.” She told me breathing the words over my hypersensitive skin. I moaned and pressed against her, as she laughed a tiny bit. I felt a surge of electric arousal concentrated in the small of my back. I moved fully on top of her pinning her hands to the bed as I kissed her again. I parted her lips with my tongue and ground my crotch against her. She arched against she was aroused that I knew but still she struggled to free her hands. I moved my lips from hers and looked her in the eye. “You can’t always be in control.” I told her pressing her hands into the mattress as the motion of my hips continued. I could feel her heat through the pants that she wore and I wondered briefly if she could feel mine. My panties slid on the silky wetness of my pussy lips as I ground my crotch against her looking in her eyes. She had stopped struggling and now her movements were in sync with mine. She m et me thrust for thrust following the rhythm I had set. It didn’t take long for my thighs to tighten and the intense wetness to spill from my core. Nikki smiled and easily pulled her hand from my grasp clamping it over my mouth. I was surprised because I had thought I’d been holding her but it was clear that she had submitted and not been overtaken. That knowledge somehow intensified the orgasm that was tearing through my stomach. Even with her hand over my lips my moans were loud, Nikki shushed me as if I had any control over the volume of my passion. Finally when I was spent she dropped her hand. “Damn girl, I didn’t know it was like that.” She said. I shrugged not bothering to tell her that she was the only one who had ever made me that vocal. Hell I didn’t even know it was like that. I would tell her that later but for right now I wanted and needed more than just her clothes rubbing against me. I had been confident only a few moments before that I could be in control but now I was nervous. I knew almost nothing about pleasing another woman and I couldn’t bear to give Nikki anything less than the best so a few quick finger strokes weren’t going to do it. I wanted her to take me and teach me what to do. I couldn’t come right out and ask and I knew my signals were mixed, hadn’t I just told her she couldn’t always be in control? I released the pressure on her wrist that was still pressed against the bed and guided her hand to the top of my jeans. She opened them without so much as a pause and slipped her hand into my panties. I felt as though I’d been shocked as my blood turned to fire in my veins. Yes Nikki definitely gave me fever. I don’t know exactly what I was searching for but I found the answer in her half closed chocolate eyes and slightly parted lips. She teased me to near madness, my clit had a throbbing pulse of it’s own and my hips were in constant motion. I concentrated on the feel of her fingertips wanting more but not knowing how to get it. “Touch me.” I pleaded with her. In response she ran the tip of one fingernail between my lips stopping just short of my clit. “Tell me what you want.” She said. “Nikki, please don’t make me beg. You’re driving me crazy.” “Oh J you’ve always been crazy” she said and with a laugh she pushed a finger deep inside of me in one smooth stroke. My eyes widened and my hips jerked to meet the surprise guest. “Gimmie some titty.” Nikki demanded. If she were any other woman I might have said she asked but the way her words rang with expectancy I knew better. I was delighted with her demand although I didn’t have very much to offer. Pulling my shirt over my head I sent it sailing across the room before unsnapping my bra and tossing it over my shoulder. I leaned in to brush my swollen nipples across her full lips moaning on contact. My breath caught in the back of my throat as she pulled as much of my breast into her mouth as she could and greedily began sucking. I felt another jolt rip through me as her hand gave me the release I craved. If I had been standing up my knees would have buckled as her fingers moved inside of me. She had managed to work a second finger into my pussy and her palm hit my clit with each in stroke. My cunt was making wet noises as my hips rose and fell to meet her. I was surprised at how quickly I got off, but somehow I just knew I shouldn’t have been, it took me a full minute to recover. When I could string words into sentences again I spoke. “It’s your turn.” Then I kissed her long and hard as I fiddled with her belt. I was impatient and clumsy but finally her belt came undone. I shifted off of her unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them and her underwear from her body. She lifted her ass to help with the process and somehow maneuvered herself out of the shirt and bra she’d been wearing while I pulled the pants from her feet. She even had pretty toes. I just knelt on the bed looking at her I couldn’t get enough of her perfection plus I was working up the nerve to touch her. It was all well and good for her to be the object of my fantasies and even my love but reality could be cold and there was every chance that I would be a terrible lover. I touched her wit something akin to reverence running my fingertips over her smooth brown skin sent a charge through me as if her very flesh was somehow electrified She spread her thighs for me and looked into her eyes as she stroked herself lightly. The need in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine and I put my doubts aside dropping my face between her legs. I could feel the heat pouring from her core and again I felt intensely electrified and dizzy as if I was on a merry-go-round spinning faster and faster. I grabbed her thighs not sure if I was steadying her or myself as I pressed my lips against her pussy. She tasted sweet salty and a little familiar, as I flicked my tongue haphazardly over her sex. I had no technique at all but Nikki used her hands to guide my head and I let her direct me. She ground her pussy against my face as I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked. She was panting now and urging my to suck harder. Her hips rose and fell and I could feel her tensing up. Still when she came I was surprised I hadn’t expected her to be so wet. Still there was nothing even slightly disgusting about the taste of her and I was more than happy to do my damndest to clean her up. She stroked my hair as I slide up her body and kissed her lips. We fell asleep after that and for the first time in my life I was utterly content. *Please take a moment to send feedback, vote and leave a public comment.**

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Title: A Working Relationship (WIP) by Achakdragon Tags: Crime Drama, Dark, Humor, M/solo, Multiple Species, Mystery, Plot Development, Snow Leopard, Stallion Nowhereville, Boringtown, whatever the locals wanted to deem their village sized town, Oak Creek was nothing to be shunned at. It had all the features that a small town would want, with some of the convenience of a larger city. A small population of a meager ten thousand set them apart from the rest in the state as one of the smallest townships about, but still boasted a few popular restaurants and a shopping center. Everyone always seemed to be in relation to one another. Friends of friends, family, cousins, you name it, everyone seemed to be linked together by some connection. So when the murders around town started occurring, panic spread like wildfire around the city. Bars on the windows, privacy fences were put up separating out the houses into their own square blocks, not one lot bigger than the rest, save for the more privileged folk that lived more on the outskirts of the town. No one knew what was going on, but they knew people were turning up dead in their town's river, floating up against the bank where the police station was set at, a ploy perhaps to strike fear into their hearts? Well, this cop can tell you, that's just what it did. Let's just take a few moments to backtrack a little. Name's Tobias. Officer of the law for the second year now, running the backstreets with the higher classed neighborhood. The children of the area all knew his car, good ol' 431, and often came to greet him as he sometimes had to tell them to get off the streets when there were cars about, and make sure they were generally indoors by the time the sun settled. Fall was fast approaching, and the chilly air was striking harder by the day, getting the population ready for another harsh winter. Two years, and he's only written up one ticket, and that was for littering the streets. Lame? Probably so, but he was that kind of cop where the badge and uniform didn't make a difference in his personality. If something was amiss, but not truly breaking the law, he'd let it slide regularly, or if there were other cases, he'd even help correct the issue. The other cops scoffed at him, prodding playful jokes at him as being the 'too good cop' that didn't have a mean bone in his body. He didn't mind of course, but all that prodding did start to have an effect on him. Who knows? Maybe he'd been too lenient with those that he's found doing wrong, but it wasn't like him. He didn't want conflict; he just wanted to keep people safe. They were already doing a good job of things, granted, but apparently it wasn't good enough just letting the people live on their own, and let the law be lax. That first murder, he could remember everything crystal clear that fated day as he drove over in the driving rain slamming the windshield, nearly blinding him from the street itself. The wipers weren't able to keep up with such a torrent, but it was urgent. Every car was called in to secure the area around their station. He could feel those pangs of nervousness striking within his core as he imagined what it would be like. There hadn't been a recorded murder in town for over 15 years, why was it happening now? Even the streets themselves had a ghostly dread to them, empty, devoid of life and even other cars on the road left the premise. Off in the distance, he could see the flashing reds and blues, showing just where the scene was. He couldn't help but think to himself, shaking his head. *"This is...seriously, seriously close to the station; I could throw a can out the window and hit it. Who in the hell could be behind this?"* \_ \_ Pulling up, he ripped open a new package containing a raincoat, the simple yellow piece of plastic just to throw on over his uniform, slipping his head through the hole on it. The plush mane of the stallion cascaded down the backside of it, the mottled black and white even shrugging down over his shoulders. He wasn't anything to look down against, just toned, working on getting stronger due to what his job requires. Well, more like what -could- happen in case things were to go badly with a criminal. Looks like that extra training on the side might be useful in the upcoming weeks...or even months that it may take to solve this crime. Snorting softly, he pulled up, tires sinking down into the mud, surely to get stuck later on when he'd like to try to leave. Slamming it in park, he shoved himself out into the rain, almost deafened by the near monsoon that was hammering the landscape, trees bowing down from the wind racing against the tops. Stepping forward, his hooves settled deep into the mud, already cursing this day and everything that was to follow. Today was just going to be one of those days. The scene was nothing like he had seen before. Taped off already, the area was a small cove off of the river right next to the station. The body was there, already being photographed by the forensics team, hovering over it, getting every angle that they could muster. Spotlights were being set up on the bank overlooking the corpse, cords strung out to the generator chugging away off to the side. Nothing seemed to be getting done; of course, he just had the opportunity of arriving last, so he got to do the boring tasks. Stand around, overlook things, and pretend like he knows what he's doing. But above all, get an idea of just what's going on. Peering over the edge, the stallion's sharp aquamarine eyes focused down on the body, seeing a paw halfway sunk into the muddy bank, but as the coroner started to step away to reveal the face, he blinked to himself, seeing that heavy snout of the canine laying there, instantly recognizing just who it was. Mr. Davis, the owner of the small bar down the street laid there, lifeless, even water filling up his maw as he had his jaw slack, open, drooling rainwater out the corner of his tilted maw. Dressed in a plaid blazer, soiled with mud, it was impossible to tell just how he was murdered until they could cart him away. One thing for sure though, is how high he was propped up against the bank; the water hadn't carried him there, or rose up nearly that high. He'd been planted there, mockingly to the police that would find him. The equine's stomach twisted into a sharp knot, that washing flood of sickness striking him from head to toe. It was hard to look at, really hard. He had known him ever since he moved there. Everyone knew him, but seeing him face up in the mud struck a hidden chord deep within his body. He'd experienced loss before as his father was no longer with them, his grandparents never having been around since he was born, but his mother was still alive and well. They had been a technically younger couple; he could only figure that they had quite the honeymoon night. His birthday fell within the same year, for goodness sakes. Flattening out his ears, he turned his head away, looking out over the devoid street for a few minutes to try to catch his breath, his fur having soaked straight through his uniform right to the skin, his coat's neck hole being too large to really protect him from the elements. Shaking his arms lightly, he tucked his hands in underneath of the rain slicker, rubbing his paws together. "Listen up everyone!" the chief barked, as he literally having to yell with everyone in the area in close proximity the rain. It took a brief moment, but everyone had to look around past everyone to find him, quite used to how well he could hide in a crowd. Revered to as 'Big Ben', his stature was anything but. A surely runty brown bear he was, he more than made up for it in sheer attitude. Even compared to the stallion, the tips of those ears only came up to about his collarbone. Did anyone dare say such a thing to his face? Of course, but they only had one chance to do it before they were thrown on street patrol, looking after kids coming out of school to act as their crossing guards, and on top of that, cleaning out the bathrooms with the complimentary toothbrush. He'd make them suffer, and if they didn't learn their lesson then...well, no one dared provoke him further yet. "Turns out the stiff here is showing remarkably similar familiar marks to a string of murders that happened in the next state over. Unfortunately for us, they are just as lost as we are in how to pursue this. They have the chief investigator coming over to assist, but until they can clear up what they have, we are basically all we can get until CSI shows up. He'll be over in the morning when the roads clear up, and since we need all the help we can get on interrogations. Officer Keegan!" The stallion winced sharply, knowing just what the chief was going to say. Having been tricked into putting 'Big Ben' on a little wild goose chase for his stapler by setting it under a mocked up poster behind his desk with the famous clock tower, it was more out of fun, but the bear took it quite sharply. The bathrooms had been cleaned and he had an anger spout happening about him at that time. The bear had simply snarled and pointed at him before slamming the door, yelling after him. "I'll make yours EXTRA special, Keegan!" He reluctantly stepped forth, brushing past a few others to stand at attention before the diminutive bear, feeling those steely eyes glaring at him, that dread washing over him already. "So, you are going to be partnered up with this new guy. Basically? You are going to be his little bitch. Drive him around town, get him coffee, kiss his ass, lick over his toes, and pray to hell he gets this worked out. I'll make sure that he stomps all over you if you even THINK about screwing up. I'll have your ass on the street so fast, you'll be wondering how you even got out there." He tilted his head and glared at the new set of lights coming down the street, everyone knowing what it was before it got there. "Meat wagon is here. Let's get Davis loaded up here, and then all nonessentials take off. This is going to be hell week this week trying to play catch up with all the evidence that's going to be piling up on our desks. Get your sleep tonight. We'll start fresh in the morning." The vehicle was getting turned around, backing up to the site where they were getting the victim loaded up into the back, the stallion getting one last look at the poor canine, dripping wet, heading off for autopsy. Watching those doors close, the officers that helped load him in slammed a hand against the back of the vehicle, and a second later they took off into the rain slicked streets, disappearing from sight within seconds. Shaking his snout, he loaded himself up into his own car to head home for the night. But even as he was pulling back out, those familiar thirsting pains struck again. It was going to be a hellish night trying to sleep through just what he's seen today, and the only solution he knew of to get past it? Head to the deceased owner's bar that he ran, get a few...or several drinks in him and then stumble his way home to go to sleep. The bar's parking lot was small, and most that visited there knew where everyone parked, like unassigned parking spots, and with his usual spot next to the street to overlook it, he sighed softly, shutting off the car. Going to the same bar that the owner was missing out of? Surely he was asking for trouble doing it, but at the same time, everyone would find out in the morning regardless when he never shows up at home. Slamming the door, he shoved his way into the dimly lit atmosphere of the main floor, stools all lined up along the oaken countertop. Mild rock was always playing in the background, much to the horse's delight as he settled himself on his spot at the corner of the bar, instantly being recognized by the main bartender that ran the counter and the grill, grinning as she already clapped a glass down before him, filling it to the brim. "Why the long face, Tobias? Had to pull over a kid on a bike today?" *Har har. Very funny Misty.* Misty was the face behind Davis's bar, pretty little lass of a daughter to the owner. Sleek fur pulled back into a ponytail, the wolfess was always bouncy and giddy, despite what was going on around her. She was always one to dress...explicitly. After all, why wouldn't she? Tips flowed faster when she bent over just that extra few inches to show off some of her heavy cleavage, giving the patrons a drink and a show to go with the smoke that always seemed to hang above the patrons' heads. Davis had always tried to limit what she would wear, but with customers in and out as much as they were to see just what she was showing off that day, he couldn't say no after all that cash came in. The stallion shook his head and sighed, looking down at the glass, taking it all in one shot down his throat. That familiar burn welled up in his throat, letting him have the first drink of the night to try to settle his nerves. "Hilarious, Misty. No, something big is going on around town here, but you know the rules. I can't divulge anything to anyone, not until the chief makes a statement about it. But between us? Make sure to lock up your doors tight. Don't leave any windows open. And oh, leave the bottle. I'm gonna need it all tonight." Shaking her head, she nudged it towards him, tapping it against the side of his empty glass. She soon furrowed her brow and glared at him, lowering her voice. "This doesn't have anything to do with my father does it? I haven't seen him since yesterday morning. I mean, he isn't like that, he at least checks in to see what's for dinner if he's going to run late." She lowered her ears a bit, slowly tipping up that bottle to refill his glass, letting that booze's aroma strike the stallion's snout. If she made him drink himself under the table, he'd spill, she know he would. After all, they dated a few times in the past, those nights ending up with him trying to rearrange her dresser and even her room, the stallion always having been known to be a bit...overbearing when it came to arranging things in his liking. That happened, up until the stallion was caught drunkenly rummaging his paws through her underwear, even having a few hung off of his ears for ease of holding as the top of the dresser was full of other randomly strew about fabrics. Her father, Mr. Davis, had booted him out so fast, he didn't even know where ended up, having slept overnight in his squad car on the street. Boy, he limited his drinking after that something stout. "You know I can't say, and I'm sticking firm on this. I'm not getting in trouble *again* for revealing information before the statement can be given." The horse's fingertips drummed across the counter edge as he slowly tipped back the next one, already feeling that light headedness starting to strike, the pain of seeing her father dead just before he rolled in starting to ebb away. "So don't even start asking, alright? You'll find out about everything in the morning. Just...please Misty, I just want to think for now, alright? I'm stuck on bitch duty until we get this solved." Obviously, something of that nature wasn't going to be known outside of the department, but she could understand his wanting for privacy. "Hey, Misty! Our glasses are parched over here! Come on over, give em a good bath will ya?" Two of the older regulars tapped their glasses down, the insides of their aging ears already reddened with the alcohol making them warmer, and clapping each other on the back. Laughing back at one another, they nearly fell out of their chairs, the one stumbling off of the stool to head back towards the bathroom instead and ended up walking sideways back into the pool table. Of course, this just made his partner in drinking bust out all the more with laughter, nearly falling over backwards from his stool as he watched the guy fall off onto the side, paw stuck in a corner pocket of the table. The stallion shook his snout, lightly grunting as the scene was typical for such a night. Emotions were running high, the stallion wanted to drown out his emotions in a bellyful of liquor, and with Misty already pouring the pair another set of shots, he laughed lightly himself, a light grin tugging along his lips. Those two guys were always pulling pranks on one another, and drinking themselves under the table. It was just the release he was looking for, thankfully, and with shot after shot sliding down his throat, that pain of the moment was starting to drift away with his conscious thought. Pretty soon, the world was growing bleary, dark, and yet he kept on drinking, soon ending up with his snout against the countertop. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The flashing numbers on his alarm clock screamed at him to rise and shine, 6AM had come so fast...How was he home? How did he even get there? Stumbling out of bed, he slammed his snout against the edge of the night stand and groaned out, knocking the beeping clock to the floor where it shattered the plastic, thankfully ending its noisy greeting to the new day's sun. Landing on all fours on the floor, the stallion's nearly nude body landed in a tangle of blankets, leaving him shaking his head, mane brushed over his snout, hiding part of his muzzle under the silken strands. With the night stand having been jarred so hard, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor, landing in front of his snout to his surprise and as he tilted his head to read it, he knew just what it said without even looking at it. Misty had taken him home again, and stripped him down, leaving the confused horse in his boxers. Stripe patterns flowed along the fabrics, a light blue contrast to his black and white fur. "Nnngh...fuck...Morning already?" he blinked, rubbing at his eyes, the hangover he had was at least less powerful than what they had been before...unless his tolerance was just sinking down that low and he passed out quicker than he thought he would. Things had gone a bit downhill on him since his father passed away years ago, killed in the line of duty like he was in, though a firefighter by career, it still found his downfall. Just in a far more painful way. Fire was rather...unforgiving to fur after all. He grunted and pushed himself up to his feet, his socked hooves caked in mud from the previous night, along with his lengthy tail, having trailed along behind him the prior night. Though as he realized there was mud all over, he winced, seeing just how he was going to have to clean up later. The rest of his apartment had been spotless, every trinket, every remote control for his modestly furnished apartment to a near spotless finish...save for where his muddy hooves had struck the floor in his late night stupor. But as he looked back to his uniform hung up neatly on a chair for him, the realization of the moment hit him hard. "Fuck fuck fuck! I gotta go!" Cursing himself out the entire time, he realized that today was the beginning of 'hell week' for them. They would be trying to collect all the evidence and attempt to get a list of suspects pinned down to begin the investigations so they could go about their business. The horse threw on those pants of his, yelping out in pain as he zipped up that fly of his straight into his balls, wincing out as he nearly fell over backwards, crashing his rump in against the table, nearly knocking over the vase containing a few carnations, something he had been keeping there for awhile, but in his stupor, he didn't notice it just yet. Quickly, he threw on his uniform, tucking it in tight underneath of his belt, to make himself look somewhat presentable. Trying to adjust himself quickly in the mirror, his eyes looked bloodshot, heavily so. The stallion was hoping for at least some sort of bright sunlight today to have an excuse to wear his sunglasses at the very least to try to hide that feature of his hangover. The heavy belt strung onto his waist and was snugged up tight, strapped in close around his middle. Patting the gun at his hip, he took his leave, throwing his coat over his shoulder as he slammed the door shut to the apartment, clattering his hooks that he had for his keys and for hanging coats up with on the other side. Usually, he never bothered to lock his door, unless he had someone inside of the apartment with him, and today was no exception. Leaving it, he went down the stairs from his second story home to jump in his squad car. Another typical fall morning. Dew all over the windshield, cold, threatening to rain...again. Why not? Everything was still in puddles from yesterday's torrential downpour. Casually hitting the wipers to clear away the moisture, there soon came a slamming down atop of his hood, drawing a sharp yelp of surprise from the stallion. Wide eyed, he was staring into a new face glaring in at him through the windshield; teeth flashed a bright smirk, the sight of a feline's brilliant green eyes shone in at him through the fog that formed on the glass already, the poor stallion's heartbeat leaping through the roof. Light grey spotted fur covered his frame from head to toe, the snow leopard's sharp growl heard even on the inside of the vehicle. The girth of that fluffy tail of his flicked about wildly behind him as he could almost feel those eyes tearing into him, pure anger seeming to radiate from the leopard. "YOUR LATE!" he roared out, paws slamming down against the hood, making the car bounce mildly, the steam further fogging up the inside of the window, further shielding him from view. *Good grief! I'm not late...am I?* \_ \_ He had to think for a second, and even as he looked down at the radio's clock, he heard the door opening, taking him further by surprise as the male forced himself inside, crushing down some of the fast food bags he had sitting on the fabric. *9 AM? What the hell...? How was it THAT late already...Oh...oh wait...Misty! Why...why TODAY?!* \_ \_ Back when they were dating, they had liked to play pranks on one another, simple, little things usually, not at all harmful to their careers. But always, there was that one joke that went a little too far, and with alcohol involved, it went too far, too fast. Seems as though the stallion had a bit of a thing for tassels, and given that she was rather fluffy, especially with the tail, it did its part in firing him up rather strongly. Erections and public display normally went hand in hand with him, but this time, he made her even more of a show than she knew of, for awhile. During their cuddling, he had taken his time in tying a few tassels within her tail and down along her thighs, making a runway of sorts towards that firm rump of hers. The bar had been in full swing that night, and with all her running about the countertop, it was only a matter of time before she had dropped something, a ritual that most in the bar knew of that when it happened, cheers would ring up and she'd make a grand little showing of it. Bending over and hiking that fluffy tail of hers nice and high, it didn't take but a few moments before the cat calls rang out and one of the old geezers he saw the other day reached over to slap her across the rump, calling her a tease of a tramp. When the paw hit, she felt the tassels, knowing just who did it and why. Ever since then, she had vowed her revenge, and today, she got it as payback from the previous night, no less. "An hour late for your own job? Is this how you run things around here? Lazy ass punk kids...Regardless, are my bitch driver for however long this takes eh? Better hope you know your shit, rather than sleep on the job." The feline's nose twitched, snorting back at him. "Rough night last night too, eh? Trust me, however much you drink isn't gonna make things right in the end, especially when we nab this guy, you got me? Think of the look on the guy's face when we break down his door and catch him with his dick out! Aw man!" He laughed heartily, slamming a strong fist down against the dashboard, knocking off a few of the empty chip bags that he had resting up there. The frown returned to his snout once again as he looked over the interior of the car, sighing to himself. "Though at the rate your car is looking here, might only catch him if he's at a convenience store trying to buy the last bag of doughnuts out from underneath your muzzle, hossy. But anyhow, name's Alex. Alex Ivanov. And before you even ask, yes, it is Russian, so don't break out the vodka without me." The leopard tossed a casual smirk back at the stallion whom was sitting there, dumbfounded by his behavior already as he shoved some of the bags onto the floor around his foot paws and shook his head. "Well? Come on...Keegan, let's get a move on shall we? Got places to go, things to sniff around at, you know...Investigation!" He tagged on after peering at the badge on his chest, shaking his head. "Don't worry about being late either, I already told the chief you were on the job, and just asked around where your apartment was. I figured you'd come out sooner or later. So let's get a move on, alright? I totally understand if you are a man of few words, or if I'm being overbearing. We'll work on it on the way." Thankfully, the car had broken the silence between them, even as the engine was turned over, the mild roar it gave off briefly overshadowing the CB as it crackled to life. "Car 431. Car 431. Follow up reports on a new lead at Watson's Diner. Possible witness to the murder of Edgar Davis." "Well well, a witness? Hot damn kid! Get the car moving! We're on the hunt!" Shaking his head, he already could tell it was going to be a long...long day with this loudmouth rambling on every second of his life right next to his ear, and even before he got the vehicle back out onto the road to head towards the diner, he was already getting told about his family, how they had moved over from Russia to...blah, blah, blah... The stallion tilted his snout down slightly as he peered out over the hood of the car, looking up at the diner's sign as they pulled in, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as he settled himself into a spot, but before he could even say anything, the car's door was slammed, and the fluffy tail of the leopard was already bounding towards the door, trailing behind the ever eager detective. No time to warn him now. Or maybe he should just stay put in the car, let him handle the talking, since he loves doing it in the first place, and hang out away from the owner of the place, Reggie. Reggie was one of those types that if he even thought you were trying to dig him, or cut away from his business by spilling your drink on the floor or putting a hair in your eggs, it would have ended with it on your face with your back on the gravel, staring up at the sun. Several tense seconds went by and there hadn't been any yelling yet, or chairs getting thrown. So, he decided to slip his way inside, flicking his tail a bit to make sure it didn't catch in the door. It wasn't a bad place. Mildly run down, faded white paint chips having come off of siding, and the sign was hanging off by a single length of chain, but inside was far different. Hardwood floorings made up the majority of the customer area, with a tiled area underneath the stools where the patrons could sit at the counter directly and get their coffee and doughnuts. A favorite of the police to stay here...well, the ONLY place to go for your morning fix. Curse this damned town... The tables were neatly set, and with the constant clatter of dishes in the background, he saw just what happened to the leopard already as he was chatting with one of the waitresses, a vixen by the name of Camille. She was an older mother of two, settled down and working her waitressing job, and the years of stress had shown on her fur. Already mildly graying in spots, she flicked her tail about irritably as the leopard made due with his introduction and asking her about what happened the other day. Shaking her head, she tried giving off the best explanation that she could with the leopard's tail twitching like an eager dog out behind him, pen and paper already out and ready. "Well, I saw ol' man Davis taking out the trash just before his daughter would take over for the day, and saw that he'd been stumbling a little, maybe drunk, I don't know. Turns out there was a car in the back there with him. I never knew him to drive anywhere, since his house is just a few places over, but as he walked over to confront whoever was in there, I saw him fall over backwards, knocked out cold. Whoever did it to him had to have been strong to load him up in that car, Davis was no little guy. After that? They drove off into the rain. It was so heavy, I couldn't see a plate or make on the car or anything, just a set of tail lights heading down the street." Tobias had taken his seat at the counter while he was listening to the description, and seeing as though Alex was heading up the interrogation, he looked over at that twitching tail, seeing as though he was being quiet at the time, a shock already, but as he peered over at the pad of paper, he sighed, realizing just what he was doing. He was doodling a damned picture! And...it wasn't even relevant! Just a stick figure...or whatever it was showing on the lined paper, but soon the leopard snapped out of it, his tail halting in its flicking and looked up from his paper at the vixen. "Um...Right! Gotcha. We'll have to look into that, thank you for your...Ah Keegan!" He blurted out as he saw the stallion's snout being covered by that hand of his, shaking his mane lightly. "Yeah, yeah, I heard it. Are you done with your...questioning, Alex?" He knew it wasn't professional to deem him by his first name, but at the same time, after that sorry display, he wasn't caring much anymore, he just wanted to leave. Back in the academy, if you even so much lead on that you weren't paying attention, you would have been booted out on the spot. Interrogations were important, and normally could potentially lead to arrests. But as he snapped out of his mild daze as he got off of the chair, he tilted his head back towards the vixen, pondering. "Did you see what color the car was? We can try to narrow it down a little better if you saw that at least." It was a long shot for sure, since the downpour last night really did have quite the effect on the road. "Hmm..." She pondered, thinking back a bit, the tip of that white furred tail flicking around out behind her waitressing apron as the gears started to turn, remembering back. "I can't remember that well sweets. It was a darker color though, that I'm about positive of. Blue, black, whatever colors go with that scheme of things. I know it's not much to go off of, but damn that rain...and are you really tracking that mud around from yesterday? Show some class, Tobias, its falling off of your tail all over here!" Flicking his gaze towards the floor, he quickly saw what she was talking about. The mud his tail had dragged through the previous night was all over the place, cracking off and falling to the floor in a messy pile, just like off of his hooves all over. He winced and got up off of his seat, spinning around on the stool to face the door and grumbled to himself. Drinking was going to be the death of him, and he knew it. "Thank you for your cooperation, Camille. Call us if you remember anything else, alright?" The vixen had already been off in the back, preparing a bucket of water and a mop to clean up after him, the irritation having already set her off into a bad mood; the likelihood of her even coming up with anything else at this point was mute. No matter, it gave him a good excuse to leave. Pushing out through the front door to stand with a hand in front of the car, he picked up his hooves and began to brush them off one at a time, knocking off the caked on mud from each of them with a low grumbling, his tail snapping around irritably as he shook off the dirt caked on against the front bumper of the vehicle, knocking it off with each sweep. Just as he started on the second one, the leopard came bouncing back out, a muffin in his hand and already having a mouthful, he grumbled out. "Chum un! No tyme...dawdle!" Bits of raisins pattered against the hood as he tried speaking, and as he tapped the car hood, he flicked that tail tauntingly back at the stallion, a deep groan escaping his lips. "Why is this happening to me..." He kicked his other hoof against the tire to knock off the last bits of the mud caked upon it, knocking it off more or less, leaving the stallion cleaned off, more or less. A shower would be taken when he got home at the least. But even as the car doors slammed, he couldn't take it, the rage was starting to build up and his voice had to be heard. Quickly turning his head towards the leopard, he no more than opened his maw when those words began pouring out again, stopping him dead in his syllables. "I know that was a little awkward in there, I'm not used to questioning people. I'll do better on the next one! I get a little...anxious when I'm talking to others, I have to have something to do otherwise I tend to not listen completely. I...guess I have ADD? Or is it ADHD? Whatever it is, it's hard for me to sit still unless I'm really into something." Already, those claws of his were tapping against the arm rest on the door and the middle console behind where the computer was set up at within the vehicle, his smile still spread. "Funny thing is, alcohol helps settle me down. Makes me think straight. It makes me wonder if I'm part Irish...but I don't get violent when I get too much in me, at least not that I can remember, but whatever!" He tried being jovial about things, but they both knew at that point it was just strained conversation, Tobias being less than willing to listen at this point. Already this day was turning out be rather unproductive, and time was ticking away until lunchtime already. Having missed breakfast, Tobias could already feel his stomach starting to churn and twist, growling its protest. Though as on cue, Alex perked his head up, grinning from ear to ear, shattering the stallion's hope that lunch might be around the corner for them. "The crime scene! We have to go there and check it out. If it's the same guy, we should be able to find his trademark! Well, calling card that is. He normally leaves something there at the scene of the crime." Granted, it was a good idea to go after it, but they had already worked it over well enough, hadn't they? What could they have missed? The leopard was drumming his hands across the dashboard as he anxiously waited for the stallion to drive off. But when seconds passed away and nothing happened, he looked over, head cocked to the side. "What? Did you guys already look it over well? Did you find something of importance on him?" It had seemed like a blessing of sorts, finally being able to speak without getting completely cut off or have his ears assaulted by the feline's words, so he took a few seconds to recollect what had happened for him, trying to explain in detail. "As you know, the other night, it was pouring rain. Blinding sheets of it slamming down around us, even as we tugged the body out from that riverbank, we took everything of interest there to properly catalogue it later. There really wasn't anything of note. His driver's license was in his wallet, a few dollars there as well, the key to his bar in another pocket. No marks on the body from a fight, just a knife wound in the back where he was stabbed." The leopard's eyes brightened at the sound of that, his tail flicking around, even smacking the stallion in the face, blasting a few strands of his mane about to get into his eyes, getting a little groan of irritation out of him as he jumped right back into the conversation. "I *KNEW* it...I think so at least. To the station! We have to count it out!" He grinned, bouncing in his seat to make the entire car squeak and twist with the weight, the shocks wincing in their protest. The key twisted the ignition and with the roar of the engine firing up, it sparked the stallion's curiosity. Perhaps there was actually something with it that the crazy cat might be onto? Maybe then, he'd actually see him flourish as a police officer. Though with his doubts already in place? It would take quite a bit to convince him otherwise. The station was just but a short drive away, and with the leopard flinging off his seat belt and dashing out the door before he even had it in park, the stallion's tail flicked around swiftly in his agitation as he stood outside of the car for a few moments, resisting going inside right away, not wanting to be seen with the cat. Everyone knew, of course, that he was with him, but as a subliminal way of showing that he didn't want anything to do with him, even after the first day. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he leaned back against the car, thumping his rump back against it with a low snort. *At least the weather is picking up. Clouds are starting to go away...Good grief, what is he DOING in there?* He thought to himself before snapping his head to the doorway, expecting the cat to be standing there, or at least bursting out of it, waving the money around in his hand. *What if he's telling the boss that I was hung over this morning? He'd never let that slide...Or boasting about his 'interview'...* "Rrnngh! Damn it all!" There wasn't any time to waste, slamming a hand down on the hood, he quickly made his way over towards the door, almost in arm's reach and growling out to himself, the door flung open, catching him square in the side of the face, knocking him back into the hood of his car with a sharp cry of pain. Clutching his snout, a mild trickle of blood coming from that bruised nostril of his, he opened his eyes as he sat against the front bars of the vehicle, turning his gaze upwards to see that striped tail wagging and bouncing around, a glint of the badge on his chest catching his eye, further insulting him. "Woops! Sorry there, too carried away. But it turns out I'm right! Two dollars and sixty-three cents! It hasn't failed yet! Now then, we are hot on the trail! Though where he might strike next? That's the big question. We don't know too much about the killer himself, other than the fact that he likes being unpredictable." "'Unpredictable'? How is that in any way going to help us figure out how to catch him? It seems like we are chasing a ghost then?" the stallion snorted lightly, rubbing lightly at the end of his muzzle, trying to relieve himself of the pain that persisted, his entire face feeling his heartbeat pulse throughout it. The leopard didn't even let that phase him, and with a snap of his tail, he was already heading towards the car, patting the stallion on the shoulder with a broad grin, flashing those teeth of his off in the sunlight dancing off of them with a mild glimmer, that fluent length of his tail snapping around as the door was flung open and he got situated inside. "Come on! To the diner! After all, its lunch for us!"

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Title: Benefits Ch. 09 Tags: letter pictures, walk stopped, turned phone, tequila bottle, pep talk, girl date, downed shot, jake parker, talk work, familiar face *All events portrayed in the following are completely fictitious. Not a bit actually happened folks.* I awoke to the tone of "Shout It Out Loud" coming from my cell phone. I groggily reached for it. "Hello?" I asked into the receiver. "Jake?" said a female voice. "This is he." "Jake, it's Mila." "WHAT? What the fuck are you doing calling me? I thought it was made fairly clear how I feel about you!" "Jake, please don't hang up! I'm sorry okay? I was stupid, and let jealousy and everything get a hold of m-\*click\*" I hung up and turned off my phone. What the fuck was she thinking, expecting me to even speak to her after what happened? Right as I was having these thoughts run through my head, a knock was at my door. "Yo man, what's with the Banshee impression?" asked Kyle as he peeked through the door. "Some of us would like that precious gift called sleep." "Nothing," I replied. "Just someone calling me when they shouldn't, that's all. I'm gonna go for a walk, get some coffee, eliminate all the steam built up." "Whatever man. Just no more hulking out." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I decided to walk down to a book store that I knew had a coffee shop on the inside. It opened up surprisingly early, so I knew I had a shot of going in and having some good reading to go with my coffee and donut. I walked in and headed for the mystery section, hoping to find something to pique my interest. Mysteries were not usually my style, but on occasion I would stumble across something that would hold my attention. And judging from my perusing, today would not be that occasion. I headed over to the adventure section, and managed to come across something that piqued my interest, a collection of the earliest Conan stories by the creator, Robert E. Howard. I decided to pick that up. I was skimming over some of the stories on my way to the register when I bumped into someone, accidentally knocking the person over. When I looked, it turned out I had knocked over a stunning brunette, which only made me help her faster. I'm only human after all. "Oh shit, I'm SO sorry," I said, helping her pick up her things. She had a few books on her as well. "I didn't see, you, I should have been paying attention. Did I mention the sorry part?" "No worries," the woman said as I helped her. "I didn't see you either." "Yeah, but you didn't knock me on the floor." "True enough," she said with a smile. "But still, don't feel bad. No one was hurt." "Yeah, but still, I feel like a bit of a tool. Any way I can make it up to you? Buy you a cup of coffee or something?" "Ah, so it wasn't an accident, this was planned all along", the woman said with a sly smile. "No..I mean..arggghhh...listen, could I just get you a cup of coffee, it would make me feel better about knocking an innocent woman on her ass." "Fine, fine, anything to ease your tortured soul Mr......?" "Parker, Jake Parker. And you are?" "Morena." Once everything had been picked up, Morena followed me over to the mini-coffee shop within the store. For some reason, this lady looked very familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place her face. No big deal I suppose. This was a pretty woman, and I was a single guy, the equation wrote itself. Anything else would most likely be just an annoying variable. Once we had ordered our coffees and such, we sat together at a table near the front window of the store. This was really the first time I got to soak in everything but her marvelous face, which I had already gotten several spectacular views of. She was wearing some very sexy jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a black jacket. In my opinion, very nice. "So, Morena, you from good ol' New York originally?" I asked, taking a bite from my donut. "Well, I was born in Brazil, but for the most part, I'm completely a New York girl," she replied. "What about yourself?" "California guy right here," I replied. "But I swear, I'm not a hippie. I bathe and am pot free." "Wow, you bathe! I feel lucky. If you can also read, well then, I think I hit a home run." "Wow, a sarcastic New Yorker, who'd have thunk it?" "Oh, what was that? You don't want me sitting with you?" she asked with a smirk. "Please, forgive my accidental blurting of the truth," I replied. "So, what do you do for living?" "Well, I'm an actress." "Really? Have you been in anything I would have seen?" "Well, I've mainly done plays, but a few small parts in movies have also come my way. Also had a big part in a TV show a few years ago." "Really? Was it something I would have seen?" "Maybe, the show was called ‘Firefly'." "Wait a second.....you played Inara, didn't you?" "Give the boy a cigar! Wow, I can't believe you remember that show. Not that many people saw it." "Well, most people think that ‘Patch Adams' is a triumph of the human will. Besides, I'm a huge fan of anything Joss Whedon touches, Alien Resurrection excluded." "Wow, I'm sitting with a fan. Should I be calm, or running scared?" "Hey, no need to fear, I'm cool. I won't be no harm ma'am, nu-uh," I said in my best Little Rascal-esque voice. "Eh, I trust ya. Aside from that whole, traumatic event with the me falling down, you seem like an okay guy." "Thank you. Okay enough to see me again though?" "Perhaps," she said with a smile. I saw her reach into her purse to take out a pen, and then she scribbled something on a napkin. When she was done with her scribbling, she pushed the napkin over to me. "That's my number. You ever want to get together or something, just call me up. Lot easier and more convenient then knocking me on my ass." "You got it," I replied, folding the napkin up and placing it in my wallet. "You want another cup?" "No, one jolt of caffeine is all I need in the morning, but thanks." She got up from her seat and begena to walk away, then stopped for a second to tun her head towards me. "Don't forget to call Mr. Parker." "Oh, trust me, I won't." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* As I walked through the door of the apartment, I must have had a big ol' shit-eating grin on my face, because I was immediately called on my recently out-of-character good mood. "Whoa whoa whoa," Kyle said, pulling his head away from the TV. "Who's this odd man? Could it be? No, that's impossible. That sad sack of crap isn't capable of smiling." "Shut up dingleberry," I said, tossing a strewn about pillow at his head. "Can't a dude be in a good mood?" "Usually, I'd say yes, but your ass has been nothing but power ballads and Friday Nights alone lately, ‘cept for those rare occasions where me or Josie can get you goin' to do somethin'." "Hey, I have plenty of fun and adventure." "Dude, sitting at home watching Bruce Campbell fight the hordes of darkness doesn't really count as adventure, so the question stands, what's with the grin Mr. J?" "Well, if you must know, I met a knockout brunette this morning at the book store, and got her number." "Oooh, wow. That's amazing. No really, it is. See, this is me amazed." "Well, you may be more floored if you knew who the number belonged to." "Sure, sure, I'll bite. Who's number is it?" I looked through the DVD case for my Firefly box set. I threw it at him and said, "That brunette." "He scanned the box cover for a bit before it hit him. "Bullshit. Bullshit. And three times I say it, bullshit." "I say thee nay to thine cries of bullshit," I replied. "Yeah yeah, blow it out yer ass Thor. I still say bullshit." "Alas, poor Kyle, thou hast little faith in thine own cousin." "Dude, cut it with the Asgard talk." "Sorry, got carried away there. But anyhow, let's place a little bet on it. If I call this number, and Ms. Morena Baccarin shows up at the bar this Friday, you let me go early and cover the entire bar on your own." "And if she doesn't show up?" "Then you leave early and I cover things. Probably better that way for the customers. They won't have to dodge Jack Daniels bottles." "Two things. One: Fuck you, and Two: You're on." We shook hands and the bet was on. I felt a bit odd on betting on something as trivial as this, but if it meant I got out of work to go out with a beautiful woman, I wasn't going to complain. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* I was in my room, strumming around on my acoustic guitar, when my cell rang. I picked it up. "Yo, this is Jake," I said into the phone. "Jake-O, how's it goin' there buddy?" a familiar voice replied. "Laura?" I asked. "Laura, that you?" "No, it's the other blazing hot red head you know. Of course it's me." "How've you been? Besides the whole "dying your hair the unholy shade" thing." "Oh shut the fuck up. Like I don't get that enough from my other friends. It's for a movie role." "Sure sure Red, whatever you say. Betrayer." "Oh shut up! Stop with the hair, lest I will not drop by New York to see you." "You're coming here?" "Yeah, why not? Figured you could use a friendly familiar face. You know, to remind you that Cali isn't ALL bad memories." "I know that Red. But you coming to visit won't get me back there any sooner. I still have to get.....you know...her...out of my system." "Jesus, I swear, I've never heard of two people being so fucking whiny over a damn break-up. I know you two loved each other, but damn, all I hear is ‘why oh why? Woe is me!' in stereo. A friendly ear can only take so much." "What do you mean by ‘in stereo'?" I asked, standing up from my sitting position on the bed. "Put two and two together Professor X," she replied. "Did you really think the break was all together that clean for her? About two days after you left, she was looking all over for you. She wanted to talk and work things out. She found me and I let her in on where you were and why. She's really not all together sure she made the right choice, and my guess is she's hurting like you are now." I was dumbfounded. I actually fell backwards onto my bed at hearing this. I thought she was sure of the choice. Now, knowing she felt like I did, she wanted to talk...I had to see her. "Jake," Laura said. "Jake, you still there?" "Wha?" I replied, gathering my thoughts. "Yeah, still here Red. So, you're saying, she really wants to talk to me? Try to work it out?" "Well yeah, but if you're thinking of doing it now, you may want to wait a bit. She's in Australia filming a movie." "Well, the fact that she wants to talk is good enough for me. And the fact that a close bud of mine is coming up to visit just adds a bit more juice to my day." "Glad to hear I could bring a smile to that face of yours, even if it was in a non-carnal way. I'll see you in a week then. Just meet me at the airport. I'll give you more details later. Gotta go now. Bye." "Bye." This was great. A second chance. She wanted to talk. She doubted the break-up. If things worked out right, I'd be with her again. I'd be with Elisha. Sure, it'd have to wait a few months, but I could wait. For her I could. No use dwelling on what could be though. If I thought about it too much, I know I'd just end up jinxing myself. I flipped on the TV and started channel surfing. Wouldn't you know it, I flipped through and found something with the lovely Ms. Cuthbert herself on it. I decided to watch, a stupid grin definitely sliding over my face. She was being interviewed on the set of her movie in Australia. The interviewer asked her the usual, softy questions, per usual with behind the scenes stuff. The camera crew followed her around the set, continuing with the mind-numbingly droll questions, but I stayed glued. It was, after all, the girl I might have a new shot with. I continued to watch with that stupid grin on my face, until a certain point came up on this behind-the-scenes special. I watched as Elisha put her arms around some member of the crew, and plant a big kiss on his lips. One of the kisses I used to get. "Well, who's this Ms. Cuthbert?" the reporter asked. "A new beau?" "This is Dave," she replied cheerfully. "He's a grip on the set. He's my Crackerjack." Well. That's just fucking great. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "She called him Crackerjack," I said despondently to Josie. "That's my fucking name. What the fuck?" We were sitting at a coffee shop. There weren't too many people there, so my slightly raised voice wasn't calling too much attention. "Isn't that like an unwritten rule? ‘Never call another person by a name you reserved for your ex.'? It comes right after ‘Never feed mogwais after midnight'." "Jake, come on," Josie said, taking my hand in hers. "I know this hurts, especially after what your friend told you, but you know what, if she's gonna pull something like that, then she really doesn't deserve a second chance." "But Josie...." "NO ‘buts' Jake. You're a great guy. Great to talk to, fun to be with, great in the sack. You deserve better from an ex than that. Even if it was a bad break." "You know, you're right. Hurts like all fuck, but you're right. No need to even think about talking to her if she's gonna pull something like this." "That's the spirit! Show some testicular fortitude!" "Thanks for the pep talk coach." "Well....how about more than a pep talk?" And with the end of that sentence, I heard her shoe drop to the ground and felt her foot slide it's way to my crotch. "I have a few ideas." "I bet you do," I replied with a smirk. "Now, just what are these ideas, I wonder?" "Well, I was thinking something like a nice drive to a nice little amusement park, maybe add a bit more fun to the funhouse, that kind of thing." "Sounds like a plan." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The drive to Coney Island was easily the longest, but most fun, drive I've ever had, with Josie teasing me along the way. As soon as we arrived and parked, we rushed to into the amusement park and located the funhouse. As soon as we walked through the doors, Josie darted ahead of me, laughing as she breezed by. I followed her of course, found she had done some work for me, removing her panties and leaving them for me to find along the way. When I finally caught up with her, she was in the hall of mirrors. She was leaning with her back against one of the mirrored walls, her skirt lifted with one hand while the other fingered her slit. "Mmmmm....c'mere Jake," she said in a sigh. I waked over to her and lowered my face to her to kiss her deeply, feeling a slight nibble on my bottom lip, courtesy of Ms. Maran. I felt her undo my belt and zipper, and I let my pants fall around my ankles as I lifted her up, Josie wrapping her legs around my waist as I lowered her on to my painfully hard cock. As soon as I was completely inside her, Josie opened her eyes and fixated her stare on me, her wicked half-smile crossing her face as I began to thrust into her. I moved my mouth to her neck and began to lick and nibble, getting yelps and groans from her as we fucked. "FUCK!" exclaimed Josie. "FUCK YES! That's it Jake...fuck my tight little pussy...fuck me fucking hard! Fuck me like a fucking whore...FUCK!!!" "You like that Josie?" I gasped. "You like this fucking cock? You like it fucking you! You like this?" I started to thrust into her with more voracity, my teeth gritted as the obscenities flowed from my mouth. I looked into the mirror we were leaned against and saw multiple reflections of our activity. I don't know if it means I'm completely egotistical or something, but the sight of the two of us fucking like animals just seemed to spur me on more, make me act more animal like, which got no complaints from Josie. "God damn it YES! Keep fucking me you fucker! FUCK YES! Don't fucking stop!!" "Fucking cum for me Josie. Cum on my hard cock. Fucking cum." I savagely took her shirt down to expose her pert breasts to me, and eagerly took her right one into my mouth, nibble and sucking on her nipple as my other hand went for her clit, frigging it as we fucked, lost in the moment. Josie was approaching her crescendo, her voice getting more and more high pitched as I thrusted into her, her crotch grinding into me at random intervals, sending insane feelings through my body. She moved her head forward and began to lick and nibble on my earlobes, her breaths getting shorter and short until finally, I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, and heard a low groan escape from her lips as her orgasm hit her, her warm juices covering my cock. Within a few more thrusts, I let out a loud groan myself as I released my hot cum into her waiting pussy. I lowered Josie down and watched her slide down the mirrored wall, a smile on her face as she wiped sweat from her forehead. I fell back as well, but with a bit more of a start as my butt hit the cold linoleum floor, to which I responded with quickly pulling my pants up. "Well," Josie said crawling over to me and planting a deep kiss on my lips. "Hope that took your mind off your troubles." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "So, what are your plans for tonight?" Josie asked as we walked up the stairs to the apartment. "Well, not much really," I replied. "I was thinking of calling this really cute chick I met the other day, but after what's gone on recently, I don't know." "Oh come on Jake, do we really need to go through this again? And besides, what better way to wipe the taste of heartbreak then not only having some hot, spur of the moment sex with one gorgeous girl, then going out on a date with another, while obviously not nearly as gorgeous, but still good-looking, girl?" "Yeah, I'll call her. No reason to dwell on the unfortunate bad choices of an ex, right?" "Very true my friend," Josie said as we approached the door. "Now, this is unfortunately where I must depart Jake. I gotta head off. Late for a lunch thing. But I promise I'll see you around." She got on her toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye, and walked down the stairs. I turned around and opened the door, and headed straight for the phone. Might as well get in contact with Morena now, before any feelings of sadness overtook me and prevented me from doing so. I dialed her up and heard my call be answered. "Hello?" asked Morena. "Morena?" I asked. "This is she," she replied. "Hi, this is Jake Parker. You know, I accidentally knocked you down in the bookstore, bought you a cup of coffee......" "Oh yeah. I was wondering if you'd call. What can I do for you?" "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to do something tonight. Dinner, movie, rob a liquor store. You know, average date stuff." "Hmmm, now the liquor store idea does sound tempting, but I think dinner and a movie is a better bet. You know, for first dates. If this was a third, it'd be armed robbery all the way." "Glad I have that for future reference," I replied with a laugh. "Can you meet me at Nick's Dive? You need directions?" "No, I know the place. I'll meet you there at around.....8:30?" "That sounds great. See you then Morena. Bye." "Bye." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I was behind the bar serving some shots up as Morena walked through the door. She was wearing a nice red dress with a pink floral pattern, and a black jacket. She spotted me behind the bar and walked over to me. "Why hello Mr. Parker," she said with a bright smile. "You almost done here?" "Almost Ms. Baccarin," I said. "Got to get out a few more drinks, then I'm out." "Great. And since you're making some drinks anyway, I'll take a tequila sunrise." "Right away ma'am." I got to making her drink, and handed it off as soon as I was done. I then headed down to Kyle. "Look over there dipshit." "What?" he asked, looking over. When his eyes came upon Morena, sipping her drink, he winced. "I fucking hate you sometimes man, I really do." "Yes, indeed, I do know thine hatred. But as we agreed, I prove I was telling the truth, I leave, making you the sole bartender tonight." "Yeah, yeah, get the fuck out of here, before I decide to welch." "All righty then. Have fun tonight bro." "Would you kindly just fuck off?" "You got it," I said with a grin as I left and went to join Morena. "If you just give me a minute to clock out and change into something more respectable, I'll be right with you." "Okay. You need to go by your place or something to get fresh clothes?" "Well yeah, but luckily for the both of us, my place is just upstairs. You're of course welcome to wait up there or down here. Which ever is best for you." "I think I'll wait up there. I can take this with me, right?" she asked, raising her drink. "Of course. Just follow me." I led Morena to the doorway that lead to the stairs to the apartment. When we arrived, I let her in first. "Make yourself comfy on the couch, I'll be as soon as I can." "Okay," she replied shifting on the couch as I headed to my room. I went through my closets, threw a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt on the bed as my chosen garb. As I removed my work togs and put on the pants and shirt, I noticed an envelope on my bed. Kyle must have tossed it in here when he brought in the mail. I picked it up and noticed it was from Elisha. I eagerly opened it. Maybe it was a letter apologizing. Shyeah, right. But there was a letter in it. Along with a few pictures of us. Good times. I put the pics down however and scanned through the letter: Dear Jake, I hope you find some use for these pictures, because I just can't look at them. I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I can't look at these and not start to hurt myself. I hope you understand. Please don't hate me. Elisha Well, this week just keeps getting better and better. I crumpled up the letter and tossed it in the trash. "Jake, you ready yet?" Morena asked form from the couch. "Yeah," I said flatly. "Definitely." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* We sat in a nice atmospheric Italian restaurant. We ate in silence however. I had this beautiful brunette before me, and all I could do was agonize over wounds that just wouldn't heal up. This being the case, Morena was of course the one to break the silence. "Do most of your dates have such odd, uncomfortable silences Mr. Parker?" she asked, taking a sip of water. "I'm sorry Morena," I replied. "I just have some heavy stuff on the mind right now. Didn't mean to ruin the date." "It's not ruined at all Jake," she said, wiping her mouth delicately with a napkin. "Slowed down, yes. But not ruined. Why don't we pay the check and walk around a bit. Just talk a little. Get some stuff off your chest." "No limits?" I asked "None at all." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* We walked down a semi-busy side walk. We had stopped by an ice cream stand while walking, so we both had cones, munching on them as we walked. "Well, we're walking Jake," Morena said, taking a lick from her cone. "But I don't hear any talking. So spill it, what's wrong?" "You want me to be completely honest with you?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't be peeved. From my experience, no girl you're on a date with EVER wants to hear about your exes. "Yes. No need to hold back. Unless it's some seriously odd stuff." "All right then. Well, it involves my ex. The break-up was really bad, and I was really fucking hurting. But I felt I was over it. Then I get news from a bud that she wants to get back together, that she thought breaking up was a mistake. Literally right after I heard that, I see her call someone else a name I thought was reserved only for me. Then I get a letter from her, full of pictures of the two of us together. Letter with it said she can't even look at the pictures anymore. And that was right before we went out." "I see. Sounds somewhat heavy. Why didn't you just ask me to reschedule? I would have understood." "Yeah, but I don't like to break dates. I didn't want to spoil the night." "Good job you did there Mr. Parker," said Morena in a sarcastic tone, getting a laugh from me. "Whoa, the statue giggled." "Yeah, doesn't happen often these days for some reason." "Listen, why don't we go to my place, have a few drinks, continue talking. Maybe this night won't be a total bust." "Why not?" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Morena led me through the door to her apartment. It was pretty nice looking. Nice black couch, a recliner, widescreen TV. If I was Homer Simpson, I'd have been drooling. I took off my jacket and placed it on the coat rack next to the door. "How do you feel about tequila?" Morena asked, closing the door behind me and heading towards the liquor cabinet. "Sounds fine by me," I replied, sitting on the couch. "Jebus, nice couch." "Thanks," she said with a smile, setting down a bottle of Cabo Wabo and two glasses on the coffee table. "Let me get some salt and cut some limes. I'll be right back." I saw her head into the kitchen, and heard some drawers open, and soon heard the sound of fruit being sliced. "You mind if I pour some out for us?" I asked. "Go ahead, just don't drink any until I get back." "You got it." I opened the bottle and poured for both of us, as she came back, salt in a monkey dish and limes cut on a plate. She sat next to me, and we both put some salt on our hand, and did our shots, and sucked the lime juice. "Well, I can just see that tension leaving you," she said with a smile. "Tequila seems to be doing the trick, and with one shot...light weight." "I think it has much more to do with this couch then the tequila Ms. Baccarin. I'm no light weight, let me assure you." "All right then, take this lime into your mouth, meat side outward." I lifted the slice of lime into my mouth as she sprinkled some salt onto my forearm. I watched as she licked the salt up, downed her shot, and went for the lime in my mouth, gently brushing my tongue with hers before she bit into the lime. "Mmmm, you want a turn?" I smiled at her slyly and sprinkled a bit of salt on her shoulder, and placed the lime slice into her mouth myself. I poured myself a shot, then licked the salt from her shoulder, downed said shot, and went for the lime, kissing her deeply before I pulled away. "So, is the night going better for you so far Jake?" she asked with a smile before pushing me to where I was now laying on the couch. "Because believe me, it can only get better." "I may just need some proof of that Morena," I said pulling her face to mine for a kiss. As our lips touched I felt her reach for my pants and begin to unbuckle my belt, a smile forming on her face as we kissed. I lifted her up in my arms and took her with me to her kitchen. I noticed she held the tequila bottle in her hand. I placed her on the counter near the sink, and began to lick and suck on her neck. Morena let out a light, happy sigh, and I saw her push the straps of her dress down her shoulders as I slowly made my way down to them, planting light kisses on her now bare shoulders. I took the dress removal over from Morena as she began to run her fingers through my hair. Her dress was now pulled below her breasts, and I had the perfect view. Morena's breasts were a sight of near perfection. They had a natural hang to them. A healthy C-cup with dime sized brown nipples. Her bronzed skin offset my paler tone. I must have spent too much time marveling at them, because Morena moaned, "Jake, are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna suck? Need some incentive?" Morena smiled devilishly as she picked up the tequila bottle and began to pour down her chest. I eagerly licked and sucked every drop that came trickling down her beautiful breasts. As the trickle slowed, I continued to suck and lick her breasts, nibbling and gently biting on her nipples, as she moaned softly, drinking from the bottle some herself before she pulled me up to face her, where she deposited the drink into my mouth with a kiss. After that, I eagerly dropped to my knees and lifted her skirt up, causing her to shiver as her flesh touched the cool surface of the counter. I lifted her left leg onto my shoulder and began to kiss her inner thighs and trace my tongue across her panties. I felt her shiver slightly, which made me smile a bit between kisses and licks. I did a few more broad tongue stroke across her panties as I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and removed them from her body. The moment her glistening slit was exposed to me, I went for it greedily, my right fingers joining my mouth for a double assault. As my mouth latched onto her clit, and I began to suck and lash it with my tongue, my index and middle fingers crooked themselves and began to thrust in and out of her , twisting and turning with each thrust. I felt I was doing at least satisfactory, with Morena grabbing me by the head and driving me further into her crotch. I focused most of my attention on her clit, tracing her name in every font I could think of across it quickly with my tongue. I grazed my teeth across it on occasion, giving my tongue a few seconds rest. But then, it went right back to work, quickly darting across it again, though every so often changing it up, and dragging slowly, attentively across it. After a good 15 minutes of this treatment, Morena grabbed me by the head and pulled me to her face quickly, kissing me fiercely, licking her juices from my lip as I picked her up and headed for the couch again, and sat down with a thud. My hands moved to her firm ass as hers now completely undid my pants, freeing my achingly hard cock. I lifted her up and slowly lowered herself onto me, both of us releasing guttural groans once I had completely entered her. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to rock back and forth on me. The pace was slow and maddening, but I let her dictate it, and, as maddening as it was, it still felt insanely good. I leaned my head forward to kiss and suck on her breasts as she slowly rode me, moving my right hand from her ass to move it between us, frigging her clit, hoping to increase her pace. The trick worked, and the urging was all she needed to increase her pace, or flesh slapping together now becoming very audible. I hoped her walls were thick. There was no talking between us, but there were sounds being made beyond the wet flesh. Loud moans and groans emanating from Morena, grunts and growls from me. I slapped her ass playfully as her pace continued to increase, Morena now lifting herself up and down, impaling herself on my dick, stopping occasionally to grind into me. I wasn't slouching off myself though. I met her thrust for thrust, gave her everything she was giving me right back. I felt her body begin to quiver, and her eyes shut quickly. He rorgasm was hitting her. "Yessssss...fuck yes.......," she said through gritted teeth as she grabbed me by the face and looked int my eyes as her orgasm began to rock her body. When it hit her full swing, she through her head back. "FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she yelled, her pussy convulsing around my cock, now sending me into my point of no return. "Morena," I said with a growl. "I'm cumming babe...fucking right now.....where do you want it?" "Cum inside me Jake," she replied, gasping for air. "I'm on the pill." I needed wait no longer. I shut my eyes and with a groan, I unloaded inside Morena. I must have shot ten healthy doses inside of her, completely coating her inner walls in my cum. She held her head back, then slowly brought her face to mine, kissing me deeply, then resting her head on my shoulder. "Mmmmm, stay the night here?" "Of course," I replied, kissing her on the cheek. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I awoke the next morning to the scent of fresh coffee. I got out of Morena's very comfy bed and slipped on my boxers. And headed to the kitchen, where I saw here taking a sip from a cup. "Morning," she said with a smile. She put her cup down and headed towards me for kiss, which I returned. "Mmm, morning to you to," I replied, my cock stirring at the site of her in just a silk robe. "Well, I see everyone is awake," she said with a smirk, looking at my cock, getting hard again. "Can't get enough can you?" "Well, he's got a mind of his own," I replied, kissing her as she pushed me towards the couch, once again sitting me down. Though instead of mounting me this time, she knelt before me, pulling my boxers down around my ankles. She slowly jacked my cock, moving her head over it. I moved her hair from her face and helped her hold it back as she slowly took me into her mouth, snaking her tongue around every inch as her other hand began to knead and massage my balls. She took me completely in her mouth and held me there for about thirty seconds before releasing me, taking a few deep breaths as she jacked my now slippery cock. As soon as she regained her composure, she started to lick and kiss the sides of my prick, paying special attention to the sensitive area where the shaft and head meet. Morena decided to give her hand that was massaging my balls a rest, and took attention to them in her mouth. She licked the whole sack first, completely coating it in her saliva before she took either of my balls into her mouth. She took one in and slowly massaged and caressed it with her tongue, getting a loud moan of satisfaction from me as I ran my fingers through her hair. This insane treatment was given to my other testicle as well, eliciting the same positive repsonse from myself. As Morena removed her mouth from my balls, she gave me a wisked little half-smile as her mouth went back to my cock. She licked again from base to tip, planted a kiss on the tip, and once again took me in her mouth, now intent on bringing me to my finish. Morena began to bob her head faster and faster up and down on my cock, my pelvis now thrusting into her mouth as well. My body couldn't take much more. I moved my hands to her head and began to hold her in place. "Fuckkkk....Morena...I cumming...let me cum in your mouth baby...." I felt her moan in response, tickling my balls, coaxing my semen to erupt, which it soon did. With a loud moan, I shot my hot cum into her mouth, a good five shots. As I laid my head back on the couch, coming down from this intense orgasm, Morena came face to face with me and opened her mouth, showing me my cum, playing with it with her tongue before knocking it back like a shot of tequila the night before. "Mmmm, we'll have to do this again some time Mr. Parker," she said with a smile. "You've got a place in my little black book to be sure." "Same here...but I hope it's not for a relationship, at least not yet," I replied, instantly realizing I should have brought that up earlier. "Mmm, no worries Jake. Just think of me as a friend. That's what you need, and I'll be there for you. This is just..a bonus for both of us." "Definitely. Could always use another friend." "Well, you should get going Jake. Not to sound rude, but I have to head off for a meeting with my agent. Getting my shooting schedule for the Firefly movie all hammered out." "They're making a movie from Firefly?" I asked with geeky excitement as I pulled my boxers up. "Yes," she replied sipping from her coffee again. "Maybe if you're a good boy I'll invite you on set." "Ooooh, shiny." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I put my clothes back on and gave Morena a kiss goodbye. And once again, my mind was free of any pain. No pain over Elisha and her dubious actions lately. I was neutral. Neutral rules. As I headed to my car, my cell phone began to ring. I checked the ID. Unknown. I answered. "Hello?" I asked. "J-jake?" the voice asked back. "Yeah, this is him." "Jake...it's Elisha." "What? Elisha? What are you doing calling me?" "Jake please, just let me talk..." "No....my turn to talk Elisha. And what I have to say is simple. DON'T. CALL. ME. You wanted it to be over, well, now it is. For sure. You dumped me, our pictures, and fucked me up on the inside big time. Go have fun with your new Crackerjack. I'm not having it anymore." "But Jake...." "Goodbye Elisha. I'm sorry, but goodbye." I hung up and turned the phone off. Can't believe what I had just said....also couldn't believe I meant it. But after everything, I was just fucking tired of it. The guilt, the pain. Yeah, I fucked up. Big time. But so did she. And it's no use dwelling on the fucking past. I'm only interested in the future. And the present of course. And as I saw it, the present didn't have her in it, and neither would the future. And I was fine with that. More than fine. No more of the past coming back to haunt me. "Jake?" a voice asked behind me. I turned around to see an all too familiar face. "Mila?"

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Tails (Rewrite) Chapter 1: The itching hadn’t stopped. In fact, it had gotten worse. Jacki desperately tried not to rub the spot, but even just sitting on the couch made her twitch. She found herself grinding the back of her ass into the cushions, hoping the denim would do enough. The cream she’d put on it, but it didn’t seem to be helping. *BUZZZZZ* The rattling of her phone across the glass table top distracted her for a moment. Who the hell was calling her? She made a grab for the phone only to accidentally knock it on the floor. Grumbling she snatched it back up and checked the caller ID. Tori. Wait, Tori never called. Sighing with a bit of resignation Jacki hit the accept button. “Hello?” “Jacki, oh my gawd,” Tori seemed to enjoy dragging out the phrase, “Are you watching the news?” “No, why would I be?” “Shit, girl turn it on. It’s big. All over twitter, everything. I can’t believe you don’t know.” “I got rid of twitter, remember? Too many assholes during the last election.” “I know, that’s why I called. Your facebook’s deactivated again too.” “Yeah, I was taking a social media break. I needed it.” Jacki suspected that her break was about to be cut short. Fumbling for her remote which had slipped between the couch cushions she flipped around until she found one of the major news channels. “Alright, I’ve got it on, what the hell am I supposed to be seeing? All I see is some guy doing a press conference.” “That’s it, seriously girl, just watch. This shit is blowing up.” “I wish you’d just tell me what’s going on.” Jacki focused on the television. The guy talking looked familiar, like someone important from the government. The sound was still too low to hear him, but the scrolling red banner gave her all the information she needed. GOVERNMENT CONFIRMED NEW MUTAGENIC VIRUS! WARNS OF GLOBAL PANDEMIC! EFFECTS UNKNOWN BUT EARLY WARNING SIGNS OF INFECTION INCLUDE ITCHING, SORENESS, REDNESS, AND TENDERNESS OF THE SACRAL REGION OF THE SPINE. REPORTS INDICIATE HIGH RATE OF INFECTION AMONG WOMEN.” Tori’s voice cut through her thoughts. “You getting this?” “What? Another pandemic? We just finished with the last one?” Jacki moaned. “Yeah, but this shit is strange. The twitter-verse is fucking exploding. Rumors are that it only affects women!” “Why the hell would a virus only affect women?” “I don’t know. They’re saying it’s a designer virus.” “Let me guess, someone cooked it up in a lab.” “Uh-huh.” “Girl, less conspiracy theories, more science. Come on, the last one wasn’t cooked up either.” Jacki’s eyes started to roll; she hated these crazy claims. It’s part of why she’d needed the social media break. “Naw, that’s from the CDC or the WHO or someone. They’re saying it’s a made virus.” Jacki checked herself a bit, “Oh.” “It’s this weird?” “Yeah, weird, so, uh, what’s this virus do anyway?” “That’s just it, they’re not saying, but folks are reporting that women are growing fucking tails.” “Tails?” “Yeah, like you know like a dog tail.” “People don’t just grow tails.” “I swear I’ve seen pictures online! This one woman had a dog’s tail. I mean video and everything. The damned thing was wagging.” “Photoshop is a thing.” Jacki replied with a measure of skepticism. “Then they’ve gotten a lot better than any effects I’ve seen out of a movie.” Jacki gave up tried to change the subject, “So, hold up, so this isn’t lethal or really dangerous, it’s just making women grow tails?” “That’s the news.” “So? Why the fuss?” “Um, well, I don’t want a tail. What if it goes beyond that and we all turn into animals?” “Genetics don’t work that way.” “Well, I don’t know.” “Ugh, this is just. Fuck, I don’t know Tori, I am tired and this is all confusing. It feels like some elaborate practical joke.” Tori paused a moment, “I guess it does. I don’t suppose you have any symptoms.” “No, I just have a couple itchy bug bites.” Jacki scratched at the spot near her rump. At least, she hoped they were bug bites. “Alright girl, I’m gonna let you go, I need to call and check on a few other folks.” “Yeah, thanks for the heads up. Bye.” Jacki hit the disconnect button and turned up the television, even as she gently itched at the small rise on her back. Ten minutes later she headed for the bathroom, while the television continued its warnings about itchiness, soreness, and tenderness of this very spot. *** *** *** It moved. She was sure of it. The twitch under her pants. Days had gone by and slowly the news had come out that every woman in the world would likely be infected with this virus if they already weren’t. Panic had set in. Religious fundamentalists had sought to ban members from their churches who had the signs of an infection. Some business too. Her own bosses had held a companywide staff meeting with new rules. That had been a shocker when one of the executive vice presidents had stood and shown that she had already grown a tail. It was a pretty calico tail too, and she gave a speech about how the company wouldn’t allow discrimination based on tails. It did nothing to lessen the comments though that whispered through the hall. She sat in the back trying desperately to not believe what was happening was real. Her own nub twitched as it sat cradled atop her cheeks. It was getting longer each day and soon she wasn’t going to be able to hide it. She watched the men as they eyed the various women. She knew about the betting pool. Guys had bets on which tail each woman would end up with and how soon. She hated to think what they thought of her, or worse, what they would think of think of her once she couldn’t hide anymore. Looking around she could already see several women had bulges under the fabric of their clothes. Loose skirts, or baggy sweats were remarkably common as a number of women tried to hide the reality as long as they could. They, like her, struggled with their changes and the damage to their body image some tails could do. The executive vice president had lucked out with a pretty, attractive tail. Not everyone was so lucky. Women starting to sprout dog tails were called bitches, while other women ended up with tails that were less than physically appealing. One of the first women exposed in the media firestorm sported a tail that was later identified as that of a rhinoceros. It wasn’t cute or sexy, it was a dusky gray and wrinkled with little hairs everywhere, ending in an unkempt tuft. Jacki didn’t want a tail like that. She didn’t want a tail at all, but she if she had to have one then she certainly didn’t want it to be ugly on top of all that. Not that anyone had identified how the tails were chosen. That seemed incredibly random. She would get what she would get. She bit her lip slightly and worried. As if just to prove a point the nub in her pants twitched, reminding her that it wasn’t going anywhere. She made it a point not to stay long after the dismissal. *** *** *** Jacki gave up on the underwear. The nub, no, her tail, was too long now. She couldn’t hide it under the silken undergarments anymore. It was getting thicker too. She’d finally caved and measured it to more than a foot long below the spot it split from her lower back just above her ass crack. It had been pretty smooth, but lately it had felt prickly as tiny white hairs had started growing. She’d also found she could control it a bit. Not well, but definitely enough to lift it slightly or move it a bit side to side. The sensation was unnerving. Today she’d have to go commando, unless she cut a hole in her panties. She knew there were already companies rushing to get new clothing designs out, but the variety of tails was astounding and the factories all had to be retooled. A lot of women had started sewing holes into their pants and skirts, at least if they were allowed to. She considered it, but sewing was never a skill her mother had taught her. Commando It was. The skirt at least still hid the new appendage, a small favor as more and more of the women in the office had to start publicly displaying their tails. It was cold comfort seeing her coworkers walk around with a variety of tails. Cats and dogs were common, but one poor lady had gotten a skunk tail. Behind her back the men of the office seemed to enjoy making rude comments about her and smell. Several had even had to be disciplined about it, but it didn’t stop. The betting board hadn’t gone anywhere either. If anything, it was getting worse as the number of women still not showing tails decreased. Several women had even started in on the bets and more than a few had tried to coax her into admitting if she had one and what it was. So far, she’d refused to admit anything. Grabbing her sweater she headed for the door, feeling remarkably exposed as she could feel the lack of panties acutely. She hoped she could learn some rudimentary stitching from youtube later. Her panties would have to be sacrificed after work. Well, at least the basic cotton ones, she couldn’t bring herself to damage her sexy pairs. *** *** *** Her finger bled slightly as she pricked it again. Weeks of sewing and she’d finally gotten halfway decent a making a hole in her panties. She’d ruined half a dozen pairs. Some just by not making the hole large enough as her tail continued to thicken. It was now nearly as wide as her wrist at its base, and it nearly reached the floor when she let it fall free. She was now the last person on the board at work. Most people figured she had a tail, but she’s managed to hide it from everyone by use of a variety of dress styles and tucking it up around her waist. Most of the other women had finally given up on this tactic as many tails just weren’t flexible enough or it just ended up being uncomfortable, but Jacki had persisted. At this point it was almost as if she did it to continue to deny what had happened to her body. Her tail twitched readily now and she could feel it all the way to the tip. It was long, slender, flexible, and covered in a soft white fur. The tail of a mouse. It made her feel like vermin, like she was unclean, and it was anything but sexy. Why couldn’t she have gotten a pretty cat tail or a nice horse’s tail like her friend Kristine? Accidentally stabbing herself again she started to cry. She didn’t want to feel ugly and disgusting. *** *** *** “Mouse! Who had mouse!” She was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to hear that. She knew what it was. Her secret was finally out. Sighing she just gave up and let it slip down. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Every other woman now showed her tail off, why should she continue to hold out? Settling into her desk, her tail stretched out behind her she struggled to delve into her work while trying to neither cry, nor feel the eyes of everyone checking out the long white tail behind her. Life would go on. She would adjust. Maybe she might even come to love her tail someday. Maybe.  Chapter 2: “God, I’m never going to get used to this.” Jacki whined. Kristine blew an errant hair out of her face and gave Jacki a sour look. “Oh, come on, it’s been three years. Why are you complaining still?” Jacki made a face, “because I never expected to need a tail hole in my yoga pants, that’s why.” Her fingers traced the loop that hung in the middle of the stretchy fabric. “Yeah, I know, but you’ve got a cute tail, so work with it. It’s not that big a deal.” Kristine’s tail flicked slightly in annoyance. Jacki quit arguing. It wasn’t like she had the worst of the lot, though she had never liked her tail. It always made her feel unclean. Her long tail was mostly smooth and slender with only the lightest fur, and very flexible. Truth be told, Kristine had it far worse. Jacki watched as her friend tried to force her luxurious horse’s tail into the tiny hole almost hair by hair. All around her the gym locker room was full of women sporting various animal tails. Jacki felt a bit chastised. She knew her tail, while not as popular as some types, was definitely among the least problematic when it came to life. One poor woman was struggling to wear yoga pants with what looked like a kangaroo tail. Sighing Jacki slid off her work skirt and pulled the Lyrica yoga pants up her freshly shaven legs. Once to her knees she reached around and grabbed the tip of her tail and fed it into the hole before yanking the fabric up over her hips. Adjusting them slightly she smacked her ass with both hands. “How does it look?” “Fabulous as always, and I still want to know whom you paid off to end up with that killer ass.” Kristine had almost finished getting her bushy tail through the hole in her pants and was trying to get a knot out of the hairs. “Stop that, pull it up and let me brush it out.” Jacki grabbed the brush from her friend’s sports bag. “Would you?” Kristine loved having her tail brushed but she didn’t want to ask. She was delighted when Jacki began to slowly brush out the dark hairs into their luxurious splendor. Jacki paused a moment, admiring the dark chestnut curls, “That tail of yours might be a pain in the butt, but damn it is pretty. I wish I’d gotten something nice like it.” She gave her friend a playful smack on the ass, “and talk about my ass, look at your own.” “That’s work. I’m just glad the only thing horse-like about my posterior is the tail. I couldn’t imagine being one of those poor girls who got more than just a tail.” “Yeah,” Jackie let the lie slide. “I know.” Her face fell slightly as she thought about some of the rarer mutations that had cropped up. Women who sported more than just a tail. The truth was that Kristine was one of those women, not that she’d admit to it, but Jacki had seen her nude during a girl’s trip to the beach. Her swollen mound was not quite human, and if you looked closely, you could see she sported small pale nipples that poked likely above suspicious bulging just above her mons. She wore pasties now to hide the nipples, but the shape was visible to anyone who looked closely enough. Jacki wasn’t going to pop the illusion though. She understood that it was hard to come to grips with the change, and Kristine needed some sense of normalcy. Kristine snapped her fingers, shaking Jacki from her thoughts. “Come on girl, stop day dreaming and get your top on. We’re going to be late for the aerial silks.” Kristine was pulling her top on now. Jacki unbuttoned her shirt. She’d chosen to wear the top under her work shirt today since it was as good as any sports bra, even if the dark fabric showed through a bit on the white shirt she had to wear at the office. “Hey, does your office require tails to be hidden?” Jacki asked as they walked down the hall to the silks room. “No, they gave up on that after the first lawsuit. Something about reasonable accommodations or something. The boss almost had a stroke the first day that we all showed up with our tails out.” Kristine chuckled. “I swear guys are weird. Every woman in the world grows a tail, and half of them act like it’s the sexiest thing ever, and the other half think it’s a sign that we’re all secretly demons and are scared shitless of us.” “I think I prefer the first type.” “Yeah, I do too, but honestly it gets tiring having people ask me out just because I’ve got a horse tail. I mean, I don’t really do the pony girl thing,” Kristine snorted. “I don’t think anyone has ever asked me out because of my tail.” Jacki’s was keenly aware of the swishing fixture that slid between her cheeks and swayed behind her. It was cute, she supposed, but it was, well, vermin. “I mean, guys don’t really want to bed a rat.” “It’s not a rat tail, it’s a mouse tail. Rats are hairless and the mouse tail is way cuter.” “I suppose. A few guys like tugging on it, but that tends to hurt. I wish they’d stop.” Kristine laughed ruefully. “Don’t I know it! Do you know how long it takes to get my tail untangled after sex? Oh my god, it’s almost not worth it!” Both women laughed as they entered the room. Marina nodded politely as they took their places, and the ritual greeting started the session. “Namaste.” *** *** *** “I don’t know how she does that all day. I’m exhausted after an hour.” Jacki wiped sweat from her brow with a towel. “Probably because she does it for a living.” “But so gracefully! I mean she’s even figured out how to incorporate her tail!” “It helps that she has a prehensile one.” Kristine observed dryly. “Did you ever figure out what species?” “Opossum. Jilly told me.” “Oh wow. I wish I could hang from my tail. At least then it’d be useful for something.” “Mine is only useful for clogging the drain.” Kristine snickered, and Jacki had to laugh at that. “I don’t feel like changing. Let’s go grab some juice. I’m dying of thirst.” Kristine never felt like changing in public if it meant showing off her body to others. Jacki just rolled with it. Drying herself off a bit more she hoped she didn’t smell too sweaty. But in this blazing heat everyone was going to be sweating anyway. She nodded and grabbed her bag from the locker before following Kristine out. *** *** *** The juice bar was a short walk from the gym. Not that the gym didn’t have their own, but this one was way better. The line was long and it took nearly twenty minutes before they got their drinks. Kristine’s was a kale and celery blend, while Jacki favored a sweeter pitaya and pineapple combo. Moving aside they headed for a for an open table. “Hey honey, why don’t you trot over here and give me your number.” Jacki winced, but Katrine bristled. “If I trotted over there it would be to kick you hard in the mouth, creep.” “Bitch,” he snarled and stalked off. “Damn straight.” Kristine flipped the guy off and marched over to the table. “How do you deal with them like that?” “Most of them are just talk, and we’re in a pretty public place so he’s not likely to try shit here.” “I guess your tail just gives you grief, huh?” “Not completely. I mean I really do like it. It’s pretty and I’ve gotten used to it. Yeah, it’s not what I expected when it suddenly sprouted from my ass, but if I was going to pick a tail for myself, I probably couldn’t have chosen a better one.” Kristine took a sip of her drink. Jacki stirred her drink with the straw. “I wish I knew why I got this tail.” “I wish you weren’t so hard on yourself. I mean, it’s really a very cute tail, and it suits you. I know that isn’t what you really want to hear, but you need to hear it. Not everyone got a tail they were proud of. Do you remember Tamera?” “The secretary?” Jacki struggled to come up with a mental image. “That’s her. She ended up with a cow tail. Hid it for months because she was so ashamed of it.” “Oh wow, really?” “Yeah, she was afraid people were going to make fun of her, and you know how sensitive she was about her weight.” “She couldn’t have been more than fifty kilos, what’s she got to complain about? She had a great body. She used to come to the gym and do all those squats. She was so strong! I wish I could press even half of what she could.” “Yeah, well apparently she was really upset over it. Even tried to convince a surgeon to remove it because it was affecting her so badly. She’s gotten a lot of therapy to accept it, and now she’s rocking it out at the office with the rest of us and no one has said a word.” “Are you saying I need some therapy?” “Maybe, couldn’t hurt, there are specialists now for this.” “Really?” “Sure, want me to ask Tamera for a recommendation?” “Would you?” “Of course!” Kristine beamed, happy to help her friend. Jacki knew she needed to accept her tail, maybe a therapist would help. Smiling just a bit she sipped her juice and wondered if she could really finally come to terms with her tail. Behind her she could feel her tail swish slightly. Maybe. She looked back at Kristine who was now off on a tangent about her current interest, some guy who she met online. Forgetting her tail for a moment she settled in for the juicy details on the latest date. *** *** *** The keys hit the bowl with a resounding clank as she dumped her duffle on the floor and closed the door. She hadn’t planned to spend that long with Kristine, and it was already getting dark. She ran her hands down her thighs to work out the growing sensation of soreness. Pausing, she kneading the muscles through the fabric wondering what she did with her roller. She hoped she hadn’t over done it with that last set of aerials. Maybe a hot soak would help, she thought to herself. Stripping down she put her gym clothes into the washer and started it before walking, fully naked, back to her bathroom where she had a jacuzzi tub. She turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature before wandering to the kitchen to find something suitable to eat. Jacki rummaged in the fridge for a moment, looking for something suitable for dinner. There wasn’t much. A few wilted greens and some left-over peppers. She’d meant to go shopping, damn it. The freezer wasn’t much better, leaving her with little choice but to suffer a tv dinner. She made a face at the idea of what they called chicken pad thai, but it was food. That or ordering out and she didn’t really have the money for that right now. Besides, all she really wanted was a nice soak. She threw the dinner back in the freezer and decided to wait until after her soak. Slipping herself into the bath she settled in with a satisfied sigh. The hot water coupled with the jets made for a good relaxing massage for her tired muscles. She wasn’t even averse to taking a few moments to give herself a bit of a happy ending before letting the tub drain and giving herself a quick rinse with the shower head. Feeling better she dried off and grabbed her robe before going to suffer the unenviable fate of very wooden tasting chicken. Food in hand she flopped the couch she and flipped on the television. The DVR popped up, reminding her she had too much saved again. Taking another bite of the chicken wondered if this what all life was going to be for her now. She thought back to her time with Kristine and the fact it’d been months since she’d bother going on a date. Picking up her phone she looked at the dating apps that she’d ignored. Maybe it was time to give another one a try. A slight stirring in her groin suggested that some male company would be a nice change.  Chapter 3: The little black dress hadn’t been worn in years. She still fit it, and thanks to its very short length her tail didn’t need much accommodation, though she had to be careful not to let it rise too much in the back. A week of texting back and forth with Zane had been at least interesting enough to get her out on a date this weekend. Kristine and Tori had been thrilled with the news over lunch on Thursday. Tori had really pushed for her to get back out dating, and Kristine was doing her own dating at the moment through the same service. Finally accepting that the dress looked good and her make up was on point Jacki slipped out to meet her date at a local bistro. Zane was typical of the guys she swiped on. Tall, rugged looking, and sporting a noticeable five o’clock shadow. So far at least he’d managed some decent conversation and avoided asking for pics, so it was a small win when it came to internet dating. Most guys online tended to be horndogs and she had swiped left on a whole lot to find a couple that didn’t make her want to scream. Zane had just stood out. “You look stunning,” He commented when they met, he quickly spun her in a little pirouette that flared the base of her skirt out, showing off her legs. “Very nice.” “Thank you,” a faint blush rose to her cheeks. She was happy to see that his pictures were pretty spot on, a nice change there too, and she gave him a bit of leniency. Besides she hadn’t felt sexy in a while, it was nice. “So, um, mouse tail huh? Kinda cute.” She bit her lip, “You think so?” This was his make-or-break moment. “Yeah, it’s cute. Nice, not to fancy. Goes well with about everything.” She relaxed a moment, laughed, and let him escort her in. *** *** *** Dinner actually went well. Zane proved to be reasonably charming, and a decent conversationalist. She found out he was into fossils, and liked to go rock climbing. She actually felt kind of basic when talking to him since her only real hobbies were the aerial silks and a small group of succulent plants she kept killing despite her best efforts to keep even one alive more than a year or two. After dinner he’d taken her out to a dance studio. She’d expected a club, but instead her took her to take a salsa lesson. It’d proven to be fun, but she was terrible. He’d only laughed and offered to help her practice. Finally, he’d found a nice late night coffee shop that served wonderful gelato. All in all, it’d been a great first date and Jacki was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. She was almost sad when he finally drove them back to her car. “So, I’ve had a lovely evening…,” Zane started, Jacki braced for it. Here was the question, would he want to go back to her place or his? Was she ready to sleep with him? Her loins twinged, oh hell yes, she was, but on the first date? She almost missed the rest of his question as she struggled with whether or not she was going to fuck him tonight. “… and I’d like to go out with you again. Are you free next week?” Zane finished. Jacki’s mind screeched to a halt. Wait, what? He didn’t’ want to fuck her on a first date? She smiled. Maybe this one was a keeper. She stretched up and gave him a light kiss on the lips, “Sure, I’d like that.” Then she all but skipped back to the car, already looking forward to the next date. *** *** *** “Wait, you had an awesome date and he didn’t try to get in your pants?” Tori asked incredulously, her tail twitching. She’d ended up with a long black and white striped tail that might have been any number of animals, but it turned out that hers belong to some creature called, aptly, a ringtail. “Nope! And we have another date this week.” Jacki said happily as she sipped her wine. “Ooh, girl, gonna get you some finally?” Tori teased. “Maybe,” Jacki responded coyly, enjoying the Sunday brunch with her friend. “You’re going to have to spill tea girl, I want details.” Tori settled as Jacki began to gush over the first date, suitably adding appropriate oohs and ahs over each stage of the date. *** *** *** The door all but slammed open, and Jacki almost lost her footing as she pulled Zane inside with her. He didn’t waste time as he promptly lifted her onto the kitchen island. She wiggled happily as her tail bounced and her hands worked to undo Zane’s pants. He had come prepared, as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and pressed it into her hands as they managed to free his belt buckle. She didn’t hesitate. Within a moment she had his still rod in her small hands and she rubbed it a few times before taking her teeth and ripping the condom open. Spitting out the packaging the took the condom and rolled it over his cock before checking herself to make sure she was wet enough. Meanwhile his lips were all over her shoulders, neck and ears, kissing, nibbling, and sucking lightly. His fingers massaged her breasts through the fabric of her dress before working to lower the straps off her shoulders to free the perky little tits to his waiting hands. For her part she rocked her hips back slightly and guided him in. Feeling the first stretches as he slid slowly in. She let out a gasp as he tweaked a nipple and slowly started pumping away, her hips rocking against the hard granite, her tail swishing in delight at the sensations. She could feel him pumping in and out steadily as his fingers and lips covered her with sensitive caresses, and just enough roughness to be fun. He didn’t last super long, but long enough, and he was attentive enough to make sure she orgasmed before he finished. She shook slightly as she came down off the orgasmic high, his member slowly withdrawing from her. “Hmm, that was good. How long before you think you can do it again?” She asked. “For you? Not soon enough.” She trembled a bit as she slid down off the counter, and pulled him back to the bedroom. *** *** *** Jacki awoke the next morning to the sensation of her tail and butt being rubbed. She cooed slightly as she felt Zane’s strong hands massaging her buttocks and then working slowly down her tail. She’d never had anyone touch her tail like that and it felt amazing, almost electric. She could feel herself getting moist just from the simple strokes he was doing. “Hey lover,” she purred. He started to release her tail, but she stopped him. “Please don’t stop, it feels so good.” “You like?” He asked. “I like.” She snuggled her head back into the pillow as he resumed his gentle massage. “Where did you learn to do that?” “Oh here and there, just a something I picked up.” He was smart enough to not admit it was something he learned from an ex-girlfriend. As he finished, she slowly rolled over exposing her naked body to his. “So, are you ready for round three?” “Do I get a choice?” “No, you don’t,” and with that she pulled him down to her for a kiss.

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Title: Chapter 11 by tfamonk Tags: Character Development, Fantasy, Human, Imp, M/M, Story Progression, Story Series The talks continued, but it dissolved into mostly discussions of technical details, like who could be moved where to do what at which time, and it became easy to tune out. Eventually, Chiboom and Nate were politely excused and lead by the half-naked butler Imp down the corridors until they reached a room that had beds haphazardly scattered all over, hammocks slung all across the top of the ceiling, and small flat platforms jutting out of the walls. Pillows were strewn about, but there seemed to be few blankets and sheets. The butler Yobal informed them that they could sleep in any bed they wished, and would be served breakfast the following morning before he bowed and flapped away. "So... now what?" Asked Nate, looking to Chiboom for guidance, not quite sure what the etiquette here was. The orc snorted, and pushed some of the small beds together, creating something she could lie upon. "We sleep. Not much else to do kid." She sat on the edge of her creation, and removed some of her armor. Nate was still somewhat confused, and began to look around, "You have any idea where the bathroom might be?" He asked, and was met by a shrug from Chiboom. "Well... thanks for earlier, by the way." Chiboom looked up from her armor, which she had been inspecting. "For what?" "For saving me, from that arrow." Nate looked somewhat uncomfortable, although he was aware that it wouldn't have killed him, it still scared the crap out of him. Chiboom shook her head, "It was nothing, it's my job after all." Nate smirked, not sure how to continue, "Well, thanks for doing your job then." "Keep it down...!" A whiny voice suddenly came from above them, and a sullen light green Imp peered over the edge of the platform. "I've been the Imp-in-the-middle for two whole days and I need my sleep!" Nate raised an eyebrow, "Imp-in-the-middle? Middle of wha-" He stopped as he realized the likely answer, "Oh god damnit, I didn't need that image." Chiboom rolled her eyes before she glanced up, "And you are?" The Imp just grunted in annoyance, glaring at the two of them through bleary eyes. "I am an Imp who's so used up he can't even get hard right now, so what does it take to make you both stop talking and sleep?" "Where's the bathroom?" Nate asked, "I just need to get ready for bed." Chiboom nodded, "What he said, I just want to head to sleep anyway, he's the one keeping me up." The Imp grumbled, but pointed a disinterested claw out one of the doors. "Go that way, keep to your left, fourth door down is a washroom for you big types. Mind the peepholes, but probably no one is watching right now." He slid back out of sight, and they soon heard steady breathing coming from the platform. "The whats?" Nate deadpanned, not exactly excited to hear that he might not be getting the privacy he desired. Chiboom sighed, "Let me go first then, chances are, if there are any Imps watching, they'll leave as soon as they see me, and I'll just threaten to stab any that stay." Nate nodded, and sat down on one of the beds, realizing he would have to do the same as Chiboom had to get something he could sleep on. Chiboom found the room where the grouchy Imp had said it would be, and it swung open on rusty hinges. The inside was clean, but it had the feel of disuse about it, and the water came reluctantly when summoned. It seemed as though it had been a long time since a non-Imp had come to visit. With her heightened senses, that came from being both an orc, and one specialized in the detection of sneak attacks, she easily spotted where the majority of peepholes were, and that they were in fact, mostly abandoned. After washing her face, she approached them, noting that the few that had been there when she entered had already left, likely not interested in females. She could sense, however, that there was still one left, and she leaned against the wall right next to the hole, which was invisible to most, it having a weak conceal spell on it. "So," she said, her words echoing in the empty room, "are you going to leave now, or am I going to have to march next door, and bury my axe in between your eyes?" There was a few seconds of hesitation as the watcher waited to see if she was really serious, and when she made to leave the room with her axe in hand, he made a frightened yelp and fled, leaving the room entirely unwatched and safe for one's modesty. Chiboom returned to the guards barracks several minutes later, now stripped of her armor and in more casual attire, fit for sleeping in. "Alright kid, I cleared it out, and threatened them that if they came back anytime soon I'd eviscerate them. But I suggest you make it quick, just in case." Nate nodded and quickly made his way to the bathroom, noting how spacious it was, despite their otherwise cramped rooms. He soon got a bath going, and, after listening for a few seconds for anyone that might be on the other side of the wall, took off his clothes and hopped in the water. Far away, Zericho sensed that something demanded his attention, but he couldn't imagine what it could be. He was just left with a disappointing sense that he was missing out on something important. After a few minutes of scrubbing away the layer of dirt and sweat that had accumulated over their journey, Nate hopped back out and quickly dried off before slipping back into a new set of clothes. He quickly finished up and made his way back to the barracks, finding that Chiboom had already fallen asleep, and soon lied down upon his own bed as well. --- When Nate awoke the next morning, it was because he found himself growing uncomfortably warm, and had the oddest sensation of being tied up. As his awareness grew, he would realize that there were Imps all around him, hugging him and laying on top of him, all quietly snoring without the slightest hint of respect for his personal space. One was wrapped around his leg, one was draped across his head, one was hugging him from behind, one was cuddling against his chest, and another was embracing his arm. None of them were wearing clothes beyond the skimpiest of garments, and there was no telling if he was being rubbed against someone's junk or not. Nate's eyes were now wide open, and was currently suppressing the desire to yell at the top of his lungs and fling himself from the bed, dislodging his... passengers. He instead, slowly, and shakily, began to pry the imps off of him, trying his best not to think of how they had probably been there for hours. It wasn't the easiest task; they had a killer grip, to the point where he was suspicious that they weren't actually asleep, were it not for the fact that they seemed to automatically cling to one another when he set them down on the beds. After about three minutes of him suppressing his screams, he was able to pry the last one off of his back. He was shaking heavily and sweating profusely; not from exertion, but from the sheer feeling of panic and embarrassment he felt. In a room full of Imps to witness his humiliation, not a single one was ever aware it happened, as the sound of gentle snoring was the closest he came to hearing any kind of mocking laughter. Indeed, there were Imps everywhere in the room, filling up every bed, hammock and platform, most of whom were naked and cuddling with another Imp or two. Chiboom was asleep on her bed, and though Imps were piled on top of her as well, they were draped over her and made no attempt to cling, just using her as a heat source instead. Nate shivered as he looked over the scene, glad that the ones clinging to him had all had at least some form of covering, even if it wasn't much. He quickly decided he had to leave, and grabbed his clothes and made for the bathroom again. After banging against the wall where Chiboom had said contained the peepholes, and convinced that no one was on the other side, he swiftly changed into his normal clothes. When he stepped through the doorway, he nearly walked face first into Yobal's bare crotch. The Imp butler remained impassive as he lowered himself down slightly to be level with Nate. "If you would follow me, sir, I will take you to breakfast." Nate nodded silently, not only embarrassed by the sight of the Imp's flaccid junk, which he quickly averted his eyes from, but also from what had just happened. He followed Yobal, not saying a word. The Imp made no attempt to coax him into conversation, and seemed content to silently lead the way down to the same dining room as the night before. If Nate paid careful attention, he might have noticed that they hadn't returned by the way they had left, confirming Zericho's warnings about the twisting nature of this fortress. At the dining table an array of bread, vegetables and slices of the boar from the night before were laid out in the form of a sandwich bar for him to construct his breakfast as he wished. "If sir requires anything else, please do not hesitate to summon me. I will not leave you unsatisfied." The Imp promised him in a serious tone. Nate nodded silently, not quite sure if that was intended to be a double entendre or not; although chances were fairly high it was. He made his way over to the low table where the various foodstuffs lay, looking over the collection with a shrug, he wasn't very hungry at the moment, so the cold meats, cheeses, vegetables, and breads weren't very appetizing. He made a small sandwich for himself and sat down at the table, noting that there were few people around yet; he must have woken up early. It was several minutes before Zericho finally flew in, yawning and landing unsteadily in his seat. He leaned back with a tired groan and glanced over at Nate. "Hey, kid. How was your night?" He swallowed a bite of his sandwich and shrugged, "Well, I wasn't molested... at least I don't think. So I guess I can count that as a win." The imps that had been sleeping on him didn't seem to have any ill intentions at the time, at the very least. "Good for you! Wish I'd said no to Xiggle joining in with me and the Warden; that bastard got me so mad I spent half the night eating him out. Eh, at least he won't be able to sit for a while." He yawned, and then brightened. "Oh, boar slices! I need to restock my protein." The prince eagerly began building his own sandwhich, which was considerably larger than the one Nate had made for himself. Nate was suddenly very glad that he had already finished the majority of his sandwich, as there was no way he would be able to eat for quite a while with that image in his head. "Zericho, I know this sounds insane, but could you try maybe not talking about the intimate details of your daily encounters when I'm around? It makes me just a little uncomfortable... just a smidge." "What? It's not like I described the noises he made or the way he squirmed while I was doing it." Zericho retorted, his tone one of wounded dignity. Not that it seemed to impact his appetite, though, as he began eating his sandwich with great enthusiasm. Hopefully, it wouldn't remind Nate of what else he'd been enthusiastically eating half the night. Nate buried his head in his hands, "Why me? Seriously, I know I'm not the most upstanding individual in the world, but why did I get stuck with you?" He sighed as he looked at the remains of his sandwich, and pushed the plate away, "So, what are the plans for today?" "You poor guy..." Zericho crooned as soon as he had finished chomping and gulping his sandwich and licking the crumbs off the plate. "Forced to be escorted by the most desired guy in the Impire, given comfortable rooms and lodging half the time, and an armed guard to protect you as you make your way back to your deeply repressed world and the jerks you left behind. You must have really upset the Brothers to earn this purgatory." The instant that he was sure Nate no longer wanted his sandwich, Zericho snatched it up and finished it off before he began constructing another one. "The plan is that we restock and get the idiots I laughingly refer to as 'soldiers' to go with us to the border of Xelto's territory before we see about winning this war. I guess you can go read your book and try not to think about what I'll be doing with like half of the guards here at around noon." Nate seemed to suddenly turn sullen, upon Zericho's flippant dismissal of his complaint, "I...I'm sorry." He had a hurt look on his face as he hung his head, "You're right, I could have it a lot worse..." The prince stopped, and set down his bread to regard Nate with his hands on his hips. He'd been expecting an argument, not for Nate to just turn over like that. Was he really trying to control his anger now? Zericho was reminded of their talk from the day before, and sighed. "...Alright, kid, I'll make you a deal. I'm not going to stop whoring it up, but I will stop talking about it in front of you if you promise to control your temper. Or at least stop swearing all the time. It's bad luck." His tail extended in front of Nate like an offered hand. "Deal?" Nate nodded with a sad smile, and accepted the handshake, "Deal, I'm sorry if I've been getting angry a lot lately, it's just this has all been really stressful for me. Normally I have my parents around to help at the very least, but... now it's just you and Chiboom, and I'd feel kind of like a huge... is chode a curse? A huge chode, going to you guys to whine about my problems, I mean I already did it yesterday." The Imp shrugged. "We all got problems, kid, and not a single one of them is gonna get solved with just one talk. Heck, the others and I had a long talk last night, but freeing the Impire is still gonna be one hell of a chore, and you can bet your a... ankle that I'm gonna keep bitching about it. So go ahead and talk about it if you want to." He began to eat his next sandwich, when something occurred to him that made his shoulders shake with mirth, but he couldn't say it out loud without breaking his deal with Nate, so he forced himself to swallow his laughter along with his sandwich. Although Nate was curious as to what was so funny, he decided to let it slide for now, "Saying ass is fine, just so you know. So... any tips on how to cast my magic, now that you've got a semi clear head? I mean, I've been casting duds the entire last week, so anything that might help would be great." Zericho paused in his feeding frenzy, only just now remembering that Nate had mentioned this, but it had been lost in the general haze of lustful frustration he'd been enduring at the time. "Oh yeah... Sure, I have some time. But you should probably eat some more, you'll be using plenty of energy." He would have mentioned that energy could be shared between beings through sexual congress, but he dismissed it, as it would never apply to Nate's situation. He nodded, and continued slowly picking at his sandwich, finding he had little appetite. "So uhm... are we going to be involved in like... battles and stuff?" Although it had dimly passed through his mind earlier, his encounter yesterday with the arrows had brought this to the forefront of his mind. "Kid, try not to worry. They'll be aiming at me, remember? And Chiboom managed to save you from a dart in mid-flight, so I think she'll do okay at punching any wussy Cubi that attacks us. Just concentrate on keeping us both alive, and we'll all be fine." Zericho was at least slowing down in his frantic eating, and more leisurely picking the crumbs off the table to eat them. "I... okay." He sighed lightly, and continued to nibble at the bread, "Anything I should know, by the way? About where we're heading next or whatever? I mean, I know a lot of it's probably on a need to know basis, but just basic stuff like that is all I really want to know." Well, he wanted to know a lot, but he knew he wouldn't get much, so best to keep his request reasonable. "If that lazy fool is where I want him to be, we're headed to a forest." His expression soured, as though he'd just caught a whiff of something foul. "...A fairy forest." The Imp shuddered at the memory of his last visit to that hated place. "Brace yourself, kid. We're talking dancing with little bells on your shoes, singing that only involves endlessly repeating the word "La!", and adorable little houses built into the trees." He pretended to retch. "It's so saccharine you'll need to eat dirt just to keep yourself from getting sick at the sugary, over-the-top act they try to put on." "Fairies?" Nate was surprised, yet another fantasy creature off the list he supposed. That said, he somewhat sympathized with Zericho, if there was anything that made him want to hurt something, it was listening to children's music. He had a bad experience as a camp counselor once, and he had vowed, never again. "If they're as bad as you say, feel free to be your usual self around them, it might make them shut up."When Zericho glanced over at him, confused at his change in attitude, he shrugged, "I hate kiddy stuff." For once, it seemed the two of them had something to agree on, and Zericho gave him a predatory grin. "Can do. Hells, sometimes the only way to shut them up is by sitting on their face." He sighed and wandered over to sit on the edge of the table by Nate. "It's partly our fault. When the Impire took over, there was a lot of culture shock as half their males decided they liked-" He froze, glanced at Nate, and reconsidered. "-Tails. They liked 'tails' a lot. But a lot of the damn buzzing pests are still in denial, so they go overboard in acting all cutesy and innocent, like no one is gonna notice that the nymphs, dryads, satyrs, pixies and tanuki all want 'tail' as much as any Imp." Nate rolled his eyes, "I can take you saying 'sex', it's just the more..." he blushed, "graphic descriptions, that end up bothering me." He smiled slightly, glancing at Zericho, "So how small are they, anyway? Like, should I watch my step or something? Because back home, there are stories about them, but they range in size in them." "Your super-represssed world got it right, there. Don't worry, though, anything small enough to get stepped on has wings and the brains to not stand underfoot." Zericho flapped his wings to demonstrate. "Their sole redeeming feature is that they have strong magic, so Zyg-Zayg is studying it for the Impire's use. Which is why we're headed there, and how we can potentially kick those damn Cubi's muscular asses out of my Impire." "Sounds... fun? I mean, maybe they can help me with my magic." Although he'd rather start with Zericho; as annoying as he could be, the fairies sounded far worse. "So, should I do anything? Like, I'd like to be helpful in some way, you know?" "Learning how to heal will probably save our lives at some point, so let's focus on that, kid." Zericho said firmly, hopping off the table and flapping his wings to gain altitude. "Did you bring your knife? Oh, and you should probably give it a name, that sometimes helps when you're dealing with magical tools." He fondly recalled his first magical dildo, Lord Pounder, and the many happy nights it had labored to satisfy him. Nate nodded, "It's in my pack, I'll go grab it. Should we meet somewhere else? This isn't exactly the best place to practice I imagine." He looked around, noticing the other imps slowly filtering in. "Good point, we'll head to one of the sparing rooms. I'll have one of them guide you." Zericho jerked his horns at one of the incoming Imps. "See ya soon." "Uh, hi." Nate waved meekly at the imp, who was a dark yellow color, bordering orange almost. "So, I'll go get my stuff, and we'll meet back here?" "No." Zericho grabbed the Imp in question by the tail and yanked him down. "You. Go with him, then lead him to the third sparring room, got it?" The Imp opened his mouth to protest, and Zericho pressed his face against the other male's alarmed features. "No, no arguing. You don't want to be excluded from the fun later, do you? I didn't think so. Go!" The dark yellow Imp was blushing deeply as Zericho gave him a firm spank to send him scuttling towards Nate, and watching him anxiously. Nate looked down at the imp with a slight blush, "So, follow me I guess? Or I follow you? I mean, I think I remember the way back to the barracks." "Barracks? Okay, got it, let's go go go!" The Imp grabbed Nate's sleeve and started tugging him back towards the barracks, eventually pushing Nate into the nearly-empty room. "Hurry up, I have to lead you to the sparring room now!" "Geeze, okay, no need to be so pushy." Nate made his way over to his bag, glad to see it had gone undisturbed, and reached in to dig through it, he eventually found the knife, managing to avoid nicking himself with it. "Okay, let's go now." The Imp looked dubiously at the knife, though he rose into the air and began to lead Nate through the deceptive corridors. He kept glancing back uncertainly, until his curiosity got the better of him and he asked outright. "Are you really going to spar with the Prince?" "What?" Nate was surprised for a second, before he shook his head, "Oh, no, this knife is magic, he's going to help me with spell casting." "Oooooh... 'spell casting'." The Imp smirked. "Lucky you. I can't imagine how it must be to travel with the Prince all the time." Nate's guide sighed deeply, looking dreamily off into the distance. Nate's face took on a very flat look, "Oh yeah, it's a dream come true." He deadpanned, wondering if everyone was just going to assume from now on that he and Zericho were having some kind of escapade on the side. Actually, the rumors were flying thick in the air as the Imps speculated on the role a handsome human would play in the Prince's journey, and the explanations ranged from Nate being a spy from the human lands to some kind of secret weapons against the Incubi. It occurred to absolutely none of the Imps that Nate and Zericho were not having sex, however, and the dark yellow Imp was convinced that Zericho would be bouncing in Nate's lap before the 'spell casting' was over, and would gossip accordingly. "Here we are! Don't let him wear out your wand..." The guide gave Nate a wink as he opened up a side door and revealed a large stone room, in which Zericho was waiting impatiently. As Nate stepped into the room, he looked over at Zericho and sighed, "Yo... you do know that everyone thinks we're having sex right?" Zericho rolled his eyes. "I never told anyone that we were sliding and sinning, so don't start blaming me. And it doesn't bug me that everyone assumes I'm having fun with the hot guy I'm traveling with, so I'm not in a hurry to convince them that we aren't. Does it bother you that much?" "Hot guy?" He shook his head, focusing on the task at hand, "And no, it's just really annoying I guess, people assuming things like that. Let's get to training I guess?" He pulled out the knife, holding it how the book had taught him. "Alright, show me what you can do, and I'll try and figure out what you're doing wrong. Try to cast a spell on me." Zericho spread his arms wide and raised his eyebrows at Nate. "Okay, let's see if I remember this correctly." Nate swung his arm back, then flicked it forward, smoothly as possible, the knife glowing for a moment before sputtering out a few sparks. "And that's what's been happening." Zericho flinched, holding his hands over his ears as he grimaced at the knife. "Oh, that sounds awful...!" He poked a finger into his ear and wiggled it around before shaking his head. "You just shot off a spell that sounded like you tossed an instrument down a flight of stairs and you didn't even react." He frowned now, rubbing his chin and pondering, then snapped his fingers. "I got it! Okay, Nate, when you cast a spell, how do you sense the magic? Do you get a weird tingly feeling, do you hear a funny noise, do you see something bright, do you smell something weird, what?" Nate was confused, "Um, my hand tingles a little bit, but I'm pretty sure that's the knife heating up because there's energy going through it. Otherwise... no." He wondered if maybe that first spell was some sort of fluke, that maybe his immunity to magic meant he couldn't cast it either. "Why, what should I be sensing?" "Basically, your body and soul work together to cast magic. It gets more complicated than that, but that's the bottom line. Here..." Zericho approached Nate and offered his hand. "If you felt a tingly feeling, you might sense things like my dad does, which would actually be pretty good. Gimmie your hand, and I'll show you how it should feel." He cautiously reached out, and took Zericho's hand, it felt a little leathery, yet smooth. "Okay, um... now what?" "Okay, your magic has felt like this..." Zericho's eyes glowed, and Nate felt the familiar tingle. "But you need it to feel like this..." This time, the tingle was more pleasant, like a tickle, or the sensation of someone's hands moving through his hair. "You just gotta adjust the magic to make it feel like that. We'll do it together." Nate smiled nervously and nodded, "Okay, but... how? I barely know how to do it in the first place. I'll need some advice on how to adjust it." The Imp frowned in thought. To an Imp, magic was second-nature, as simple as flapping your wings or swinging your hips. He tried to phrase it in a way that a magic-resistant human would understand, and pressed the tip of his finger against the middle of Nate's chest. "Okay, like this... concentrate on your heart, and how it feels when its beating, and how your magic feels. Try to pretend that the tingly feeling is moving from your heart..." He gently traced the tip of his finger from Nate's chest to his shoulder, and then slowly down his arm. "And try to focus on it becoming the better tingle, and then cast the spell. Understand?" Nate blushed as Zericho traced a finger across his body, but nodded none the less. "Okay, I'll try." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath through his nose, and concentrated on the center of his chest, trying to feel his heart beat. As he focused, he could imagine the tingling sensation, it felt strangely comforting, and felt it spread, moving from his chest to his shoulder, and then down his arm, and finally reaching his fingers. He slowly flicked his hand, and felt the tingle leave, opening his eyes to see the knife aglow. "Whoa." Zericho laughed in delight, beaming proudly at the knife. "I knew you could do it, kid! Now, you feel up for testing it out?" Not waiting for a response, Zericho flew backwards and raised his hand to his mouth before biting down on it until the blood began to flow. "Zericho!" He exclaimed, annoyed at him, "Damnit, you better hope this works you idiot!" He flicked his hand again, aiming at the imp, and watched as what appeared to be a small orb flew out and hit him, causing him to glow for a moment. He looked at Zericho's hand, but was unable to see if it had worked, the blood that already leaked out obscuring the bite area. "Well, how does it feel?" "Uh..." Zericho began, holding his hand away from him at arm's length. "I think your magic overcompensated again..." The blood that had been obscuring the wound had stopped dripping down, and as they watched, it began to reverse direction, flowing back into the indentations that resealed themselves without a mark. But that wasn't what had made Zericho nervous, as Nate's attention was drawn to the Imp's claws, which were growing longer and longer as the prince spread his fingers to avoid impaling himself. Dismayed, Zericho saw that the claws on his other hand and his feet were growing as well, but at a slower rate, and he could feel his hair starting to stretching lower and lower on his back. "...Well, technically it worked..." Nate blushed brightly in embarrassment, "Um... maybe we should stop for today, before I give you cancer or something." This type of accelerated growth definitely wasn't good, and he didn't want to know what would happen if he tried to reverse it. "Do you know how to reverse that? Or should I just get like some nail clippers and a pair of scissors?" "Nah, they'll stop on their own and then I'll chop 'em off." Zericho said nonchalantly, trying not to discourage Nate on his first real solo success. "At least we know the first time wasn't a fluke. You're gonna be great once we figure out how to fine tune your power, so you aren't making Chiboom bust out of her armor or something." "Please don't put that image in my head, I've seen enough in the past few weeks to traumatize me." He smirked, watching as the growth slowed to a stop, "Besides, if that did happen she'd probably bash my head in." "Nah, she likes you. She's immune to my charms, for whatever reason." Zericho was secretly relieved that his claws were no longer growing, as he had no idea how potent Nate's spell might had been. "It might go the other way, and you'll turn her into a child or something. Healing magic goes in weird directions sometimes." "Gee, I wonder why." Nate snarked at the imp, knowing perfectly well why his 'charms' had no effect on her. "And that sounds like it could be just as dangerous, especially if it turns out Chiboom was less in control of herself back then." Something told him that a 10 year old Chiboom could still beat the shit out of him. "Agreed. But yeah, let's take a break for now. Is that offer to get me some scissors still on the table?" Zericho hoped that he could fix this without any of the other Imps finding out about it. Nate smiled, "Yeah, sure, wait here, I'll be back." --- Idly scratching himself with his newly shorn claws, Zericho hoped there wouldn't be any side-effects to the spell. He'd burned the hair and nail clippings to ensure that no one could use them for sympathetic magic, but he wasn't sure if his body would have any lingering symptoms from the growth and loss. As they walked back towards the barracks, he decided to put it out of his mind for the moment, and flew closer to Nate to nudge him with a sly grin. "Not bad at all, kid. Once we fine-tune it, your magic is gonna be the envy of the Impire. Oh, speaking of magic, gimmie your Charm, lemme charge it while I'm still thinking about it." He held out his hand for the glowing bracelet on Nate's wrist. Nate held his wrist out, smiling slightly, "Thanks, it's nice to know I'll be somewhat useful on this trip." He was glad that he had been given a little instruction at least, maybe he could save someone's life or something like that with these powers and his medical knowledge. "So, what next? I mean, how long until we have to head out?" "It's gonna be at least a few hours, so feel free to try and figure out that spell while I'm busy. Remember, it goes something like this..." Zericho turned his back to Nate and trailed the tip of his tail up along Nate's spine, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake. "Got it? Now lets get you back to Chiboom and you two can... do whatever it is people do when they want to pass time but don't want to have sex for whatever reason." Judging from his smirk, he fully understood how his action could be interpreted. Nate followed, rolling his eyes at Zericho's comment, "A) Don't do that thing with your tail it's... weird." He shuddered a little at the remaining tingling, "B) There are things in this world besides sex. Like reading, don't you ever read?" Back home, he would have said TV or video games, but something told him those weren't a thing here. "Sure I read. There is plenty of erotic books back at the castle. I'll show you my collection if you like." He teased him, but didn't press the issue. Not having Nate yell at him was a nice change, and he wasn't in a hurry to break their truce. "I doubt there are any books that aren't about guys and their games around here, though, so I hope you and Chiboom have become dynamite conversationalists in the past ten hours, otherwise you're gonna be really bored." "Even if not, I've got my thoughts, those are usually enough." He smiled sadly, not mentioning that they were usually all he had back home, being relatively friendless. "And before you go there, because you will, no they aren't thoughts about sex." "I don't know how you live like this." Zericho confided in tones of mock-seriousness. "Anyway, here we are!" He bowed with a flourish to the door that lead to the barracks, where Chiboom was sitting on one of the many small beds. "Comfy? Cozy? Good! I'm off to motivate the troops!" Nate rolled his eyes as Zericho made his way off, flapping his wings, "Good luck, just don't talk to me about how you did it." He made his way over to Chiboom, who had been inspecting her weapon. "Weren't you doing that just last night?" He asked, curious if she had some sort of obsession. She nodded, "I did, but I went to their training rooms, tested it out, I'm checking to see that everything is still good. Nothing sliding out of place, no frays, all that." She looked up from her inspection, raising a brow, "And you? How'd your lesson go? He didn't try anything, did he?" Nate shook his head, "No, he actually helped a lot, even if he was still annoying." Of course, that was so expected that Nate might has well have not said it. "I think I might be able to help at this rate in maybe a week or two, so that will be a nice change." Chiboom shrugged, "That's not your job kid, so don't worry too much about it. In the mean time, I suggest you make sure that you have everything packed up, we'll be going in a few hours, and I doubt you want to leave anything behind." After about an hour of relative peace, a wet and naked blue Imp flapped in clumsily, bumping into the door frame and the wall with exaggerated reactions. He attempted to fly up to one of the platforms, but flew right against the bottom of the shelf instead, and tumbled down to land with a bounce on one of the beds. He weakly rose and looked around blearily. "Iz thiz the barracks...?" He slurred at the two of them. Nate had averted his eyes the second he realized the Imp was naked. Unlike Chiboom, who glanced at the newcomer before rolling her eyes, more than used to this sort of shenanigans, he still had no desire to see dicks on this adventure. "Yes, it is," she sighed. That seemed to satisfy him, and he wiggled his hips as he got comfortable on the bed, then he paused and looked up at them both. "You are... the Prince's consorts...?" He didn't wait for an answer, he just smiled dreamily. "You are lucky..." With a happy sigh, his head hit the pillow and began to snore... and then started to hump the bed in his sleep. Chiboom snorted at that, "The day I'm anyone's consort, let alone his, is the day I slit my throat." She went back to her weapon inspection, ignoring the muffled sound of humping. Nate meanwhile, looked at the humping Imp for a moment before sighing, rubbing his temples as he readied his bag for the trip in a few hours, "Everyone's going to assume that, aren't they?" Chiboom nodded and he frowned, "Great." He pushed two together, and lied down upon the beds, "Well, I'm going to take a nap before we go, might as well." Chiboom only shrugged, and Nate slowly closed his eyes and tried to ignore the noises.

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Title: House of Feathers Ch. 17: A Passing Encounter Tags: outdoors, boat, strangers, sailboat, handjob, oral, feather *Nothing fancy - just a stand-alone story based on earlier chapters* \+ We ruled our world. Your choices were your own and the world wasn't filled with dour sanctimony. We were approaching the end of our private little peninsula, out to do some whale-watching. We kept a pair of beanbag chairs there and it was a perfect observation point. Of course, anybody in the area would also have a perfect view of us and whatever we were engaged in. Not that that bothered me in the slightest. I learned exhibitionism from the best - name me three other women who have a lifetime guest pass from Le Glamour. The only time we wore clothes was during our weekly shopping excursions into the village. The day was warm and the shade of the trees over the path was pleasant. As usual, I led down the narrow path, but could hear him just behind me. Without having to look, I suddenly whipped my right arm back behind me at bum level and - as expected - managed to grab a solid male member. He was almost always hard by the time we got to the beach. Anticipation or something; the boy was randy as a tomcat. Bless him. Without dislodging himself from my grip, he moved forward until we were touching. He cupped my buttocks and massaged them, before sliding his hands up my sides over my shoulders, then back down to hold my breasts. My body tingled under his fingers. Sex is supposed to get routine after a while. With us, it seemed to be getting better every day. I leaned back into him and, while continuing to stroke and tug him, leaned my head back on his shoulder. I could feel my nipples harden as his thumbs played them. He leaned down to kiss me, taking his time to run his tongue over the insides of my lips and teeth. He was a very, very good kisser. I could feel wetness in my pussy. I slowly turned in his arms to face him, never letting go of his now-rigid cock. He had a loving smile on his face. Such a strong, gentle, generous man; he'd won my heart from the first and had not once given me grounds to regret it. He kissed me again and my pulse went into overdrive. We moved on to the point and moved the chairs into the sun. He sat down. I swivelled myself to kneel facing him, his legs between mine. I leaned up, took his head in my hands and did by best to stop his heart with my kiss. That I failed was not through lack of effort. Eventually, we broke. I put my hands around his neck and looked into his eyes. "You are such fun, dear. You make me very happy." His hands were on my waist. I could see his eyes bloom with love. "And you." I began stroking his length, ever so gently. Starting slow and working up always worked best with him. His hands slowly and softly played with my boobs. My breath caught and I could feel my heart beat faster. The area was littered here and there with feathers from the many wild birds on the island. Picking up a white one lying nearby, I began to stroke and tickle his cock and balls. First around the head several times, then up and down its length underneath, then his balls. His cock twitched and jerked. I teased his slit with the feather tip and then ran the edge around the rim before going back to teasing the entire head. The brilliant white feather contrasted sharply with his tanned cock and still darker scrotum. Slow strokes, then languid drags, then rapid flicks. His swollen cock head turned purple. Around and around. Sawing his slit with the edge. And again. Dropping the feather, I ran my hands over the tops of his thighs, my thumbs sliding between them, from knee to hip. When they reached his rigid cock, I ran my hands up its length lightly, squeezing harder when they passed one behind the other over his head. I began rolling his hard length between my palms, as fast as I could. My slithering hands moved up and down the length of his shaft as they rolled, lingering over his swollen head. His breath hissed in and I grinned to myself, thrilled at being able to so please the man I loved. His hands were on my shoulders, squeezing harder and harder. He was close, very close. Time for a pause. I released him, stood up and gave him another kiss before sliding onto the adjoining chair. His turn. His left arm wrapped around me and his hand started stroking my breast. His right hand began to caress between my legs. Turning just slightly, I took his shaft in my right hand and, without pumping, limited myself to lightly massaging under his cockhead with my left thumb. His fingers stroked along my lips, entered my now-slippery tunnel, rolled around and around my clit. My thighs clenched together, but he continued his teasing. Leaning gently into the chairs, we continued to pleasure and please each other, relaxing our muscles to prolong the experience, all the while enjoying the magnificent view of surf, sand and sky, hoping for whales to bless our time. It was a spectacular day, very warm, yet with a good breeze which kept it from being too hot. I began to fondle his balls, pulling them down and away from his body with one hand and stroking them with the fingertips of the other. His fingers seemed electric; my eyes were closed at the splendid feelings he was giving me. Suddenly, his tantalizing fingers hesitated. When I opened my eyes, a beautiful sailboat was coming into view around the point. Brilliantly white and maybe 15 meters long, she was moving smoothly through the water, her sails taut even in the light wind. She was closer to shore than most of her kind came, maybe 125 meters, but was well clear of the reef's outer edge, where the water dropped off to over 1,000 meters almost instantly. The color change in the water was so obvious that a child could tell. He began stimulating me again. I could feel his arm behind my back stretch as he reached for my nipple. Finding it, he rolled it between thumb and forefinger. It felt wonderful; I leaned into him to give him better access. I left off playing with his manhood and picked up our binoculars. At first, I could only see one person on the boat, a redhead with bum-length hair, sitting facing aft on the pulpit, leaning against the railing. She had a good figure, by no means fat, but definitely lush. A Marilyn. As I watched, she looked around, rose and pointed towards us. I noticed she was wearing only a broad necklace and bracelets. Even without the glasses, I could see her areolas as her breasts bounced. Two more nude figures rose in the cockpit - and I suspected the term was appropriate. The man was big, muscular, deeply tanned and was either bald or else had shaved his head. His manhood was hard and almost vertical against his stomach. His companion was definitely female, but tall and slender, with curly dark hair. Her pussy was bare and her firm breasts sat high on her chest. The man reached down; binoculars appeared in his hand and were lifted to his eyes. *Showtime!* I could feel an orgasm starting to build within me. I put down my binos and, while still watching the oncoming boat, began pumping my man, gradually squeezing his shaft harder, putting more pressure into my strokes. His fingers twisted against my vagina walls while his thumb pressed around and over my clit. Seven-faceted love filled my life. The tall woman reached up, took the binoculars from her partner and stared at us in turn. One hand holding the glasses, her other hand began to fondle a nipple, then moved down between her legs. Keeping one hand on the wheel, the man waved at us broadly. I could feel my man wave back. Hedonism salutes itself. Wriggling out of his arms, I spun around and sat down on his lap facing the boat, impaling slowly myself on his jutting manhood, my legs spread wide so as to give our new audience the best possible view. I leaned back against his chest, one hand on my clit and the other tickling his balls between my legs. His strong hands came up to cover and squeeze my boobs, tease my full nipples. He knew how to please me. The man beckoned at the woman in the bow. While the sound didn't carry, I could see him call. The boat was just coming abreast of us when she reached him. Without pausing, she knelt in front of him, her head bobbing back and forth. He stroked her head with his free hand. The brunette continued to stare at us through the binoculars, her hand deep between her legs. My man's hands left off fondling my boobs and moved under my thighs. He began to lift me up and down along his length. Resting my hands on his knees, I rolled my hips back and forth with every stroke. My breasts swung and bobbed as my body moved. As I watched, the woman let the glasses fall and, hand still working herself, slumped gradually out of sight. I leaned back, turning my head to kiss him while still bouncing up and down on his pole. My fingers flickered at my pleasure bud as the thrill of his cock moving inside me grew. My nipples were hard as bullets. So much love from my man! On the boat, the man pulled his red-headed partner to her feet and, turning her to face the bow, put both of her hands on the wheel, spread her feet apart and, holding her hips with his hands, drove himself into her. I could see his hips moving back and forth, her breasts swinging back and forth. My man suddenly pinched my nipples lightly and I came, screaming. The sound must have reached the boat, for, without interrupting his stroke, the man reached up and sent the shriek of a boat siren echoing off the trees. I sagged against my lover's chest, but his strong arms kept my body moving up and down on his cock. I could feel a second orgasm building and, pulling myself back up, began moving with him again. The dark-haired woman reappeared, kneeling behind the rail and clutching it with one hand, the binoculars back to her eyes and aimed at us. Leaning to one side, I waved with one arm. She didn't return it, but shoulder of her free hand bobbed with frantic activity. The vessel apparently was fitted with an autopilot, for the man stepped back from the wheel, pulling the smaller woman with him. He reached down, pulled the brunette to her feet and, kissing her hard, began to run his hands up and down her body. His head at one breast, he motioned with one hand and the redhead knelt before her, head in her crotch, back towards us. The tall girl stopped working herself, but continued to watch us through the binoculars. The man stepped behind her and must have entered her from behind, for his hands appeared on her waist and her boobs started bouncing rapidly as he plunged in and out of her. Being both fucked and licked at the same time, she must have cum hard, for she suddenly lowered the binoculars again, dropped her head to her chest and clung to the backstay, shuddering. Boat man suddenly rested his head on her shoulder and stopped pumping, then started again with slow, very slow, pleasure strokes. My love suddenly pulled me all the way down, hard, burying himself as deeply as possible into my womanflesh, and went rigid. I could feel his cock pulse, his juices exploding into me and I came a second time, moaning and shaking with pleasure from toes to scalp. His cock writhed within me. I could feel his swollen balls on my thighs. Drifting in post-orgasm dreaminess, we watched the stern of the boat pass behind the trees and out of view. Another three short cries of the siren rang out over the bay as she left our view. My man's hands trailed over my stomach and chest. His beard tickled my ear as my head rested in his shoulder. I gently rolled and massaged his balls, feeling his cock slowly shrink inside me. I felt totally warm, totally loved. "Want to bet they'll be back?" he asked. "Wind's wrong and they could see that we don't have a jetty. But the harbour's only another hour away," I mused. "Maybe I should plan dinner for five?" "I'll unlock the gate." "Kisses." "But swim first." "Oh, yes." *\+ Thanks for taking the time to read! Please take the time to comment or vote - it's what makes an author's day!*

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Title: Free Rent for Nadine Tags: blowjobs, oral, cum, open relationships, facefuck, fetish *A fictional off shoot of my true Chasing Nadine story.* \*\*\*\*\* So Nadine and I had become the best example of friends with benefits. Although we worked together, we had developed this incredibly steamy oral relationship. In the back of my mind though, I wondered how long she would put up with this. I had told her many times how I was totally not interested in a monogamist relationship, or get married or have children. Though we were friends, I always kept her emotionally at arms length. Then came that day at my place with the big question. I lived in a very modest 2 room apartment in the '70's about 2 miles south of our work and she had left her parents place (including her abusive step-father) and lived with her grandmother about 5 miles north of work. One afternoon, we had just gotten done with a nice oral session and we were wondering where to go to eat. Out of nowhere, she said, "I know we've talked about this before, but my grandmother is really driving me crazy. I really need to get out of there. She's so strict. Please let me move in with you. We can share rent and it'll be so much cheaper for you." I find this funny in retrospect as my rent was only $185 a month in 1974 with all utilities. I was making about $2.50 an hour but was doing well on my budget. I said, "You know what I think. I don't want us to get more emotionally attached than we already are. I care a great deal about you. I know you want to get married and have kids one day and you know I'm just not that guy. Living together would be a real strain and if you or I met someone we cared about, it would difficult to leave. Our thing is good now." She shrugged, "I know. I just can't stand it anymore. C'mon,...please, please, pretty please? You know we'll have lots of fun. I'll do anything you want" as she reached out and held my arm right in her boobs as she always did. At this point, I decided to say anything that would dissuade her. "What if I bought you some nice high heels and wanted you to walk around naked in them?" She just giggled, "Sure, as long as you turn up the heat in here. A girl can get chilly. My poor nipples." I said, "What if I wanted to take Polaroids of you naked?" She said nonchalantly, "Sure, as long as you don't show them to your buddies. But if I'm already here and we fool around, why do you need pictures?" "In case you're not here or for some reason we never see each other again." I retorted. Again she shrugged. I took it to another level. "What if I wanted to bring 3 of my friends over and have them watch you blow me or even better,...give them all blowjobs?" figuring this would be the turning point. "Are you sure you wouldn't be jealous and want me all to your self?" she jibed as she smiled seductively. She stunned me with that one. I was taken aback a little. I thought for a second and then threw this out there, thinking it would surely kill her enthusiasm. I said, "OK. Here's a deal that you can accept or refuse. Since we both know that someday, you will be leaving for a boyfriend or marriage, I am guessing that you'll need money for moving into a place of your own or one without another guy. So instead of paying me half the rent, I propose that you let me borrow your mouth and face say...10 times a month. This way, you save and pay me no rent. When you have enough cash saved up, you can get your own place." She was a little stunned and I thought finally, she'll back down. She whined a little and said, "But we already do that. And what do you mean 'borrow' my mouth and face?'" So I continued, "No this would be different. If I spend any time pleasing you and in turn each other, then that will be our normal time spent and wouldn't count. This means that instead of masturbating, I would just get blowjobs from you to completion with no other activity...10 times a month. I would have control of your mouth and face for one hour at a time, 10 times a month. I prefer this to happen when you're in the mood because it makes it that much better for me. Preferably, I'd want you nude in heels for maximum arousal." "I'll bet you would." she said looking at me with great surprise and an inquisitive gaze. Finally, I thought she would rescind. "Do I have to do it this way? I can just pay you the money." she said. I replied, "I can pay the rent myself with no problem and don't need the money. The choice is yours. I just thought you could save some money and I could get some unrequited fun. I will work hard at keeping our friendship alive and safe except for those 1 hour periods where I would basically be using you as my masturbater. I still enjoy licking your very hot body, so if I start that, I simply can't help myself. I think you'll know when I'm into the rent thing. I could be an hour or it could take as little as 30 seconds as you know." She laughed, thought for a while and said, "OK. I'll do it." "Do what?" I said. She replied, "We'll try it your way although I don't see what the big deal is. I would suck your cock everyday if you wanted, but it is a good idea that I save money for myself and I do love sucking your cock." "Trust me, it'll be different and you will know the difference. If by chance you do find a boyfriend, you can start paying me cash again if you feel uncomfortable until you move." I told her. At this point, her mood completely changed and seemed very happy that she could leave her grandmother's place. "So, when can I move in?" she bubbled. "As soon as you want. So you know what you're dealing with here, I suggest you take off your clothes again and let's start our first session. Let's just consider this your security deposit" I told her. With that she dutifully started disrobing not an hour since she had put them on after our previous session. After all this talk, realizing that she wasn't going to relent and I was about to have a live in suck slave got my 21 year old cock rock hard again. As soon as she was naked, I laid a towel down on the kitchen table, bent her head over sideways on the towel and inserted my cock into her mouth again. She moaned and hummed a 'what the fuck' kind of tone. I started gently fucking her mouth while playing with magnificent breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples. She seemed a little incredulous and kept looking up at me. I just said, "See what I mean? I just want to fuck your mouth or have you blow me to make me cum. I know you like cum but I'm going to rub my cock all over your face after I cum on it. The aftersuck will be very important" as strange gurgling noises came from her face. I then let her stand up and led her over to the couch where I sat her down, ass to the edge. She leaned back, I got up and straddled her face. I started fucking her mouth slowly again while I reached down to cup, play and pull on her breasts. My passion started to build and I went over the edge and started cumming in her mouth while still pumping. She didn't swallow and just let it seep from her mouth down her boobs to her pussy. After I came, I pulled my cock out and massaged myself using her face. She hummed and moaned like she was cumming as I rubbed my cock and balls all over her face. I took my time and made her lick and slowly suck me till I was satiated. "That's what a rent payment looks like." I said standing up and turning. She stood up with cum dripping off her body. She looked down at the mess I'd made and said, "Well that was different. You seemed like someone else." "Still want to move in? I chirped and she looked down and started to feel her pussy. "I can't believe I'm really wet!" as she looked up at me still running her two fingers up and down her pussy. "It could be physiological response to the activity I just put you through or it could be that you really liked it." I responded. "I think I'm going to enjoy living here, but I won't be sucking your friends" she said as she sank back down to the couch to play with herself which she had never done before. I think she got the idea as I went to take a shower. She didn't leave for another year when she realized that she wanted to get fucked. (I was very fearful of pregnancy) She went on the pill, found a guy she liked, did him and then came and popped my cherry in my late 21's. She paid rent the last two months there before she moved out...whewww,...what a year.

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Title: Dragons surprise by Devlin A Dreadwood Tags: Anal, Cub, Dragon, Gay, Incest, M/M, Rape Dragons Surprise As the sun rose over the rocky cliff, the morning rays slowly crept into the cave on the west facing rock wall. The inhabitants, a family of sleeping black dragons started to stir in their sleep. As the sun filtered through the cave, a young 14-year-old dragon groaned as he started to wake up. As his head slowly lifted up from the tip of his tail, he blinked his eyes several times, as he cleared the sleep from his eyes. As he slowly climbed out of his bed, he looked down and blushed as he noticed his morning erection but that suddenly changed as his father walked in and stood at the entrance to his room "Time for you to get up ... son" His father said as he stood there and noticed his sons erection. "DAD ... turn away" the son said in embarrassment Chuckling, the father just stood there looking at his own son's erection and rumbled as he felt his own loins stir but he willed himself to remain calm "Just calm down and come to the main cavern, it is your special day now is it not" The father said and turned to leave for the main cavern. Standing there the son sighed as he looked down at his erection as it throbbed several times then slowly slid back into his sheath as he shook his head and walked into the main cavern where his parents were already sitting at the dinning table. As he sat down his mother served him breakfast and he smiled Quickly he ate breakfast and hurried to his room to get dressed and then ran out to meet with some of his friends at a near by lake, several of them already in the water, his friends a varying array of different dragons ranging from blue to red to fellow blacks. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late, did I miss much," He said as he jumped in the warm water and swam to a spot to relax "Nah Jacob you didn't miss much" one of his friends said as he swam to Jacob and slowly sat in his lap and started to kiss him "mph ... come on Andrew not around the others" Jacob said in protest as his boyfriend started to kiss him "Oh come on Jacob they know were an item," Andrew said as he bent down and rubbed Jacob's sheath and grinned as he was rewarded with his boyfriends cock Moaning Jacob spread his legs as Andrew bend down and started to suck on his cock, the other dragons stopped what they were doing and all watched, they were all virgins as they had just reached puberty and had not explored in sex much other then oral. As Andrew started to suck on Jacob's cock, he started to get aroused himself and his cock started to grow hard, the tip pressing against Jacob's ass when suddenly Jacob protested "Andrew stop, I'm not ready for that, I've told you that before." Jacob said as he watched Andrew pull away with a frown "Jacob where are you" Jacobs father called out as he came near the lake and spotted the children and stood there seeing all the teenage dragons with different stages of arousal including his own son. "What's going on here?" Keldar demanded as he crossed his arms glaring at his son "No...nothing sir" Andrew said as he backed off, his erection bouncing in the air Shaking his head Keldar reached for his son and took him home quickly. As they got home, Jacob found that his mother had gone out so he was home alone with his father as he was sent to his room. As Jacob sat in his room, his knees pulled to his chest, his father walked in and glared at him "What were you doing in the lake son?" Keldar asked as he looked down at his son "Nothing father honestly we weren't doing anything." Jacob said trying to sound truthful "Stop lying at me son, that other boy was sucking on your cock and from what I could tell he was trying to have sex with you" "No daddy, I told him I didn't want it, that I wasn't ready," Jacob said "I don't believe you son," Keldar said as he moved forward and pinned his son to his bed. The image of his son's erection from earlier fueled his lust as his cock started to push from his sheath as he looked down at his son. "No daddy, don't do this I don't want this" Jacob said as he felt his fathers cock pressing at his virgin anus "But I do and it seems you already know about sex" Keldar says as he slowly penetrates his son and starts to sink his cock inward Screaming Jacob started to cry as his father entered him, his cries of pain and protest going unheard as his father continued to work his cock inward until after 10 Minuit's of effort, his fathers cock was fully hilted inside him, the head left a faint bulge in his stomach as Jacob sobbed and pleaded his father to stop and pull out. Shaking his head, Keldar started to slowly pull out until the head was all that remained inside his son before he slide back in, his hips pressing firmly against his sons ass as if his body was made to take his cock. "Your mother is going to be gone for hours so it's just you and me, and I intend to take advantage of the entire time," Keldar said as he started to thrust in a more fluid motion. "Daddy please it hurts ... take it out I don't want this" Jacob cried as his body was rocked forward each time his father hilted his cock As Keldar growled in lust, he continued to fuck his son, he didn't care if his son didn't want it, and no one would believe that he had raped his son when they learned what the children were doing at the lake. He would tell the fellow adults that the children especially the teens were practicing sex at the hidden pond out of sight of the other adults. As Keldar continued to fuck his son, he looked down to see his son's member out, hard and dripping wet as he whimpered and moaned as he was fucked. Keldar grinned as he grabbed his son's hips and started to fuck him harder and faster "I see your starting to enjoy this boy," Keldar said in a rough tone of voice as he gritted his teeth. "Please father ... stop don't finish in me I don't want it to be like this" Jacob cried as he huffed and turned to look away from his father. Growling Keldar started to thrust faster, the bulge in his sons stomach started to appear and disappear faster and faster as he felt his climax building rapidly, when he let out an ear piercing roar that made his son shiver. As he felt his cock surge and swell as he started pumping his thick draconic seed directly into his son's stomach. As his balls emptied themselves into his son, Jacob sobbed as he felt his father's seed filling his stomach and started to flow out of his ass and into his bed. Pulling out Keldar looked at his sobbing son as he used the sheets to clean himself off before leaving the room and out into the living chambers of the cave. As Jacob laid there on his bed sobbing as his fathers cum leaked out of his ass, his father stuck his head in for a moment "By the way son happy birthday"

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It was only a matter of time before things took off to a point where Sierra could no longer control herself. In between growing big enough to obscure most of the solar system and quite literally snacking on the entirety of the Earth, all the Latias could really do going forward was just get bigger and await the inevitable reset, whenever it ended up happening; it wasn’t under her control, it being Emily who decided when it took place… and seeing as Emily had been gone for parts unknown for quite a while, it was up in the air whether or not such a thing would even come to pass. Perhaps, as Sierra considered with a worried look on her face, she had just eaten her homeworld with no recourse to get it back, and rather than the playful exercise in dominance she believed it to be, it was instead a permanent death sentence to everyone involved. Or, mayhaps, she was just getting stressed out over nothing again, because Emily had vanished for days before and always came back eventually, plus Kitty didn’t seem at all bothered by anything that happened, so clearly he must know that his mate was still around. At least, this is what the titanic Latias told herself as her muscles relaxed along with her self-control, and with a loud yawn, she took another planet into her maw from somewhere around her; it was a testament to how massive she was that she literally did not even notice which one had vanished down her gullet, nor if it was rock-solid or gaseous, since, at her size, such differences mattered very little. It was a planet, it was there, and after a couple of bites, it wasn’t there anymore; her belly gained a few extra thousand miles, her hunger grew even deeper and more insatiable, and the cycle had finally begun in earnest. If her ravenous appetite had been kept under somewhat of a check beforehand and it still ended up with the consumption of planet Earth, now that Sierra had a taste of what it meant to experience divinity again, there was very little that anyone but Emily could do to stop her, and seeing as the cat was nowhere to be seen, there was no actual reason why the Latias couldn’t just treat the universe as her personal combo platter: everything from the hardest of planetoids to millions of oceans’ worth of nebulous gases, mixing together in an orgy of flavours that would make even the most enthusiastic of gourmands blush with the sheer diversity of it all. In fact, such was the breadth of experiences that Sierra felt somewhat bad for knowing that she wouldn’t properly enjoy them all; she knew herself too well, knew that once the hunger kicked in and shunted her self-restraint off to some remote corner of her mind, she wouldn’t be stopping or slowing down just to appreciate the finer taste of some cosmic formation, as much as she would just be devouring as much mass as possible in as little time as she could. She would become a machine, something designed to consume and do little else, a destructor goddess whose purpose was to renew the universe by way of getting rid of it first, through the careful application of large bites to the very fabric of reality; it was arousing in its own way, so much so that, if it weren’t for that gargantuan gut slung out in front of her, the Latias might’ve just done something far different with her hands other than shovel in more stellar mass into her ravenous maw. Then again, being able to pick up the Sun and just push it into her mouth like it was a piece of hard candy was an experience she wasn’t expecting to go through any time soon, so having it happen at her leisure was certainly a massive plus… as was the size boost she received from devouring a star, leaving her so big that the solar system well and truly ceased existing after she smashed through whatever was in her way as she ascended to occupy interstellar space. From there, it didn’t take long before the mindless hunger took over completely, with Sierra completely forgetting about how Kitty was somewhere on her body, focusing entirely on eating everything she saw instead. And, seeing as the whole universe was there for the taking, there was a lot of stuff to go through if she wanted to eat it all, leaving the Latias licking her lips at the mere thought of it all; thankfully, with her body being as reactive to weight gain as it was, the hardest step of them all was clearing the way to the nearest star, since, when she reached that point, the level of consumption would’ve reached a level high enough to kickstart a truly exponential process that even she wouldn’t be in control of. So, she opened her mouth, breathing in as hard as she could in the hopes of scouring the interstellar medium for quite literally anything that she could find, be they solitary protons or just the mess of photons blitzing around thanks to all the stars twinkling around her. She wasn’t yet big enough to be able to devour the strands of dark matter holding the universe together, which made this first stage always the most boring one, but seeing as each mouthful of sparse matter brought her just a little bit closer to Proxima Centauri, the Latias used this as a sort of motivation, telling herself that all she had to do was keep eating, keep swallowing, and she’d eventually reach her destination. It was hard to tell just how long she spent in this repetitive exercise, given that time had a tendency of passing creatures as big as Sierra by, but she was certain she’d gone through at least a couple of periods of rest by the time she opened her eyes again and the star closest to her was perched atop her muzzle… and, in the process of reaching it, her body had become so unbelievably colossal that it was just a quick jaunt over to a dozen or so other stellar systems that, at her then-current size, were little more than treats, snacks for her to chomp on once and move on. And that’s exactly what she did, treating entire stellar masses as she would dollar store candy bars, with all the level of respect (or lack thereof) they deserved; rather than the wonderment of being able to consume a star and all the planets around it, Sierra instead just turned her head, closed her mouth over a bunch of mass, then chewed it up and swallowed it down, growing even bigger in the process. This repeated itself again and again, enough times that it took barely a couple of hours before the giantess could tell the top of the galactic plane from the bottom, owing to how she had half her body above it and the other half below; as soon as this became reality, as soon as the Latias turned herself into a literally galactic-scale feature that anyone could see if they just looked down at the Milky Way, there was no other recourse for her home galaxy other than going down the proverbial drain. At a size like that, nothing could stop Sierra from opening her maw and sucking in everything around her, and nothing would be able to sate the bottomless pit that had developed inside of her stomach; she would consume every spiral arm, every nebula, every black hole (Sagittarius A* included), every star, every planet, every atom, and it still wouldn’t be enough. She would devour the very dark matter holding the galaxy together, until nothing remained of the Milky Way but a true quantum vacuum, and even that would just serve to feed her further, as the spontaneous pair formation was abused to hell and back by a Latias who really didn’t care too much about whether or not she was breaking the laws of physics; she was hungry, she wanted to feed, and thus if things existed, even if in a very tenuous, technical kind of way, then these things would throw themselves into her stomach if they knew what was good for them. One couldn’t even take solace in the fact that the universe was vast and potentially infinite, for Sierra’s hunger was such that she could eat it all and still demand seconds. There was no concern left for whether or not it was permanent, nor did the Latias even think about what Emily might think when she came back from wherever she was and suddenly realized the Earth was missing, assuming she wasn’t on it when the titanic Latias ate it of course; no, there was only hunger, and the need to try and satisfy it despite Sierra knowing full well that such a thing wasn’t at all possible. Of course, it was still a perfect excuse to do some incredibly irresponsible things, such as opening her mouth and turning it into a vacuum again, such as bloating so much that her belly alone could probably hold the entire mass of the universe in one enormously-compacted black hole, or such as outgrowing the distance between the Milky Way and Andromeda so quickly that the speed of light being the top limit for velocity ceased meaning anything. All of these things and many more were par for the course when it came to the Latias’ feeding frenzies, so much so that, after a short while, her exponential advance reached a point where she needn’t even physically eat anything anymore; her mere presence alone was such that it absorbed all of reality into it, the universe itself collapsing towards her at an ever-escalating rate as the Poké-gal’s body forced the occurrence of a Big Crunch, albeit one centered on an absolutely colossal gut rather than an infinitesimally small point of infinite density. Then again, the density of her stomach might as well be infinite for how much she felt like filling it, if that even made sense; as much as the Latias felt like seasoning her experience with some expert comparative description, she was no poet, nor was she in possession of most of her mental faculties, having been turned into naught but a near-mindless beast whose sole purpose was to consume everything around her. Kitty could perhaps try and capture the beauty of the moment, but seeing as he didn’t even know what part of Sierra he was on, this was easier said than done; as far as he knew, he was probably the sole surviving creature in the entire universe apart from the Latias he was hitching a ride on, and would be for as long as Emily allowed this to carry on… which raised the question of where his mate even was, because he didn’t remember her going away for any errands, nor ascending to the heavens any time in the close past. Could it be that she had simply stepped out for a while and was now somewhere inside of Sierra’s gut? If such was the case, how were they supposed to reset everything? Did the giant Latias even have that power, or had they accidentally ended the universe without even realizing it? All valid concerns, of course, none of which even remotely occurred to Sierra herself, who was far more worried about the fact that the amount of mass she was devouring had begun to taper out, signalling her approach to the very literal end of all reality; somehow, against all odds, she had successfully consumed everything that existed down to the smallest particle, with the few remaining wisps of matter flowing directly into her as she came to that conclusion. Even worse, rather than simply having a vast emptiness in which to exist, she was starting to feel a certain amount of pressure bearing down on her from every direction, almost as if she’d suddenly been transported into a tight plastic bag. Never having grown that big, Sierra had no idea what it was like to be at the very edge of the universe, and seeing as she was so rudely awakened from her feeding frenzy just (relative) moments earlier, she hadn’t had the time required to truly process what was going on, sending her into a slight panic for a couple of minutes as she tried desperately to make sense out of what she was experiencing. Mercifully, it ended shortly after Sierra’s blood pressure began to rise, if only because the universe had taken such a beating at that point that it really couldn’t take anything else; all it took was the Latias pushing just a little bit too much for the entire surface of the “bag” enclosing her to pop like a soap bubble, suddenly releasing her into a much wider, much freer volume… after which she immediately smashed into something that smothered her completely. Perhaps if Sierra were calmer, or if she even knew what happened after one became big enough, she might’ve correctly identified what that object was. But, terrified as she was at the time, and still reeling from the experience of nearly crushing to death inside a universe too small to contain her, the first thing she thought to do was scream, which only resulted in having her mouth be filled by something that she vaguely recalled the texture of, quickly followed by a deluge of sweet-tasting, creamy liquid: milk. Where exactly she was getting it from was anyone’s guess but hers, but the fact of the matter was that Sierra wasn’t about to say no to such a bountiful gift, even if it had literally come from nowhere; she drank greedily of whatever source she had found, right up until the point where the solid mass from which the milk was coming from began to shrink away from her… or perhaps she was simply growing big enough to be able to perceive it properly. Thoroughly convinced of this, the Latias pulled her head back, having to spend a few minutes wiping the milk off her face as it kept on gushing towards her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw them: Emily. Sierra’s first instinct was that she’d slammed onto their nipple, and had been drinking directly from the tap, but after a couple of seconds passed and her mind truly processed what she was seeing, it became obvious just how off-base that assumption was; or rather, she did slam into the cat’s nipple, but it wasn’t the bud that the Latias had in her mouth. Rather, her entire body, a body that had utterly obliterated a universe after consuming its totality of mass, accounted for maybe a thousandth of a percent of one of Emily’s areolae, with the titanic goddess’ full form being such that it was a wonder the Latias could even see any part of it at all, let alone enough of it to make those sorts of calculations. How little did she know that what she was seeing and comparing herself to wasn’t even a nipple bud either; it was a singular pore. Trying to put to words what she was thinking was something beyond Sierra’s capabilities, especially once her brain kicked into gear properly and she actually managed to comprehend what it was she was looking at. A universe devoured, goodness knows how much milk guzzled up, and yet her entire body was naught but the tiniest of specks when compared to the absolute monster of a tit that she’d smacked against; this was clearly Emily, as no one else would ever reach sizes so absurd, and yet this certainty didn’t do much to assuage the Latias’ sudden size jealousy, and in fact it was doubtful that anything really would. After such a long time figuring herself as being large, for Sierra to suddenly be shown just how miniscule she actually was… well, it hit a lot of buttons she didn’t like being pressed, and several others that left her blushing furiously at the thought of the size difference between herself and the colossal cat in front of her, differences which, as far as the “smaller” giantess cared, needed to be addressed before things got too out of hand. Thankfully, there was an easy way to do so, in that Emily didn’t seem aware that their friend had arrived on their plane of existence, or at least hadn’t really done anything about it at all, giving Sierra plenty of time to smush her face against the titanic wall of boob, open her mouth, and welcome the torrent of milk into herself again. She expected it to have some kind of effect, and indeed her body was actually getting fatter at a rate much faster than eating a literal universe had provided for her, but she might as well not be going anywhere with how little progress was made in getting close to Emily’s size; if nothing else, then at least this served to make it exceedingly obvious just how utterly outmatched the Latias was, or, alternatively, how quickly Emily herself was growing. After all, Sierra recalled having a few moments of complete freedom before smacking into a wall of boob, so could it be that she didn’t hit anything, but rather it was Emily who was still expanding at an exponentially faster rate? It was a terrifying thought, especially since it should be simple to check, it only requiring the Latias to stop drinking and observe what happened; easier said than done though, seeing as how the cream she was gulping down happened to be as addictive as it was delicious, but somehow, against all odds, that particular thirst for knowledge overpowered the more conventional one. Though Sierra knew that it would only leave her even more size-hungry, she forced herself to look anyway, knowing that in the end, it would help to motivate her to grow even bigger, if only so she could keep up with whatever Emily was doing. With equal parts awe and terror, the giantess observed as her suspicions were proven correct beyond the shadow of a doubt; though it was difficult to make out at first, given that the two gals were operating on entirely different scales, a little effort was all it took for the Latias to “tune in” and see the feline for what they were, without them fading into the very backdrop of existence… only to then immediately realize that her initial size forecast had been off by a couple of orders of magnitude to begin with. But as she kept watching, and the moments turned into seconds turned into minutes, it became clear that the pore she smacked against had outgrown her several times over, and what she was looking at was, effectively, the very edge of it, putting her own body at a size so infinitesimally small in comparison to Emily at their full glory that she might as well not even exist. This was compounded by the realization that the blackness Sierra was seeing around her wasn’t the result of her having broken free from the very confines of existence, as she had initially believed; rather, whatever light there might be out there in the interstitial medium of reality was being blocked by a single, absolutely titanic nipple that covered quite literally everything that the Latias could see, effectively being her everything for all intents and purposes. All the giant Poké-gal could think to do was float there, staring at that thing in slack-jawed awe, unable to truly comprehend just how vast it was… but still, there yet remained something within her that told her that she should be doing something else. A drive for more, a hunger for it in fact, the last remaining voice in the back of the Latias’ head that insisted on egging her on so she could fulfill her destiny; she hadn’t made it all the way there purely so she could be outmatched by Emily, she hadn’t consumed an entire universe just to end up underneath their bootheel, unable to measure up and perpetually stuck being diminutive by comparison. No, she got there to be big, and if that meant she’d have to drink so much milk as to nearly explode, then so be it; it was there, it was clearly hers to drink, so she was going to indulge in it as heavily as she possibly could, and damn the consequences! Once more her face was smushed against soft breastflesh, and once again the milk flow resumed in earnest, bulging out Sierra’s cheeks as she took in far more than she had the capacity to actually swallow. Vast quantities of it spurted from between her lips as she struggled to hold it down, but for each drop that was wasted, another one was forced down the Latias’ throat, with her insisting on consuming as much of the sweet substance as possible. And with every mouthful came a size burst that left Sierra as much larger to her moments-old self as that version of herself had been to her body back on Earth, an exponential process that was sure to leave her big enough to be able to at least see Emily, rather than just (comparatively) small parts of them. It was still an arduous process, doubly so considering the feline was growing all the while, pushing the goal out further; it wasn’t enough for Sierra to just grow, she had to do so at such an absurdly accelerated rate that she could overtake the feline’s own expansion, while hoping that she’d be able to control it when the two of them were close enough in size to be able to talk things out like normal people. The transformation lasted for so long that, much like before, the Latias found herself dozing off and then waking up an indeterminate amount of time later, significantly larger, unbelievably hungry, and still hooked to the same lifeline of creamy milk, the endless wellspring of sweet nectar that would never run out, no matter how hard she tried to empty it. ‘Twas only after the first couple of resting periods that any noticeable change came about, and even then it was naught but a slight difference in how big the nipple bearing over Sierra looked, with it becoming ever so slightly smaller than it had before, quite fortuitously giving the Latias the motivation she needed to keep drinking even harder; her goal, at that point, wasn’t even to see Emily, but just to be able to wrap her own mouth around that leaking bud, knowing that if she grew big enough to do that, then interacting with the cat should be relatively easy… at least in theory. In practice, it appeared that Emily had different ideas altogether, because no matter how close Sierra got to being able to take the nip into her mouth, the gargantuan wall of boob didn’t seem to get any smaller at all, being still the same overwhelmingly massive, seemingly insurmountable barrier of soft, kneadable breastflesh it always had been. It was only after the gorging had carried on for what felt like days, when a single fraction of Sierra’s belly could probably hold millions of herself as she had been immediately after emerging from her old universe, that a shift in perspective took place, and it only served to cement the size difference even further in Sierra’s mind. As she opened her eyes after a quick nap, or perhaps a couple of years of slumber, the first thing the Latias saw was a nipple bud, right in front of her, taunting her to let go of the soft boob in her mouth and instead wrap her lips around it; even at her colossal size, Sierra still wasn’t big enough to take that thing in fully without a lot of work on her part, and even then she nearly unhinged her jaw to take what was effectively just half of a nipple into her mouth. After this was done, however, the Poké-gal’s eyes turned away from her goal and instead scanned the area immediately around her; for a spot of good news, she did see Emily. She also, unfortunately, became fully aware of how terrifyingly immense they were, and how outmatched she herself still was by someone whose scale defied all sense of logic and reason. The overall shape for Emily was actually quite simple, at least to describe; it was in trying to come to grips with her size that things took a turn for the worse, because putting to words the sort of weight and heft that she had on display was something that Sierra lacked the ability to do. The closest the Latias could get was a vague notion of comparative size, that being that each of the feline’s breasts, on their own, would probably be enough to completely smother Emily’s body underneath the sheer size of them, stuffed to the brim with milk and expanding rapidly in every direction just as much as Emily herself was… and the cat happened to have eight of those things. Rather than the traditional two, it seemed that the feline goddess had, for whatever reason, developed three extra sets of breasts, effectively transferring the near-totality of her body weight into her many busts, and leaving her utterly outmatched by four racks of a size so all-consuming that it was no wonder that Sierra took that much time just to be able to grasp its full size. Even worse, Emily didn’t seem all that worse for wear; the Latias would’ve expected such a disparity in proportions to be taxing, or at least the slightest bit uncomfortable, but from what little she could see, the gigantic cat was actually pretty fine; in fact, they had shifted positions so they could lie “on top” of the bed of breasts attached to their chest, their face bearing a contented expression of a serenity unlike any that Sierra had ever seen. Only then did the Poké-gal realize her friend didn’t even know that she was there; by comparison, her own body was still pitifully small compared to theirs, seeing as it just then managed to wrap its mouth around a single one of Emily’s eight nips… though, at the same time, this did mean she used to be a lot smaller than she was then, and if she had full access to one of those leaky buds, it could only mean she had unrestricted access to the milk flow as well. Perhaps a bit too much, actually, seeing as the Latias’ greed, compared to the raw thickness of the cream and how much power it was being fired into her, ensured that a limit would be reached eventually, and though Sierra didn’t really want it to happen, the first of what would be many hiccups erupted from her throat. Normally, this wouldn’t be too much of a problem; she had simply drank too much, too quickly, and her body reacted in the only way it could, by way of multiple tiny spasms presumably meant to stabilize her. Unfortunately for both of the women involved there, this wasn’t a normal situation, nor was Sierra in any position where she was willing to stop drinking to let the hiccups pass; if anything, the fact that they were there was proof positive that she was consuming the fattening substance as quickly as she could without it becoming legitimately dangerous, prompting her to suckle on that nipple bud just as hard as before. But just as she hiccuped, just as the Latias’ body went through the short convulsion, it became clear that, with nowhere else to go, and with Sierra’s jaw locked tightly around one of Emily’s teats, the only direction the milk could be propelled by the hiccup was… back inside. And while one might assume that the sheer difference in size between the two gals was such that a pitiful amount of cream like that wouldn’t even begin to make a dent in the cat’s full size, the fact of the matter was, pushing any amount of milk back into Emily’s tits violated a very simple law, one that the goddess’ body had been ruled by for quite a while at that point: milk was supposed to go out, not in, so the fact that the latter happened and not the former seriously confused the feline’s physical form for a couple of moments… a couple of moments where, trying to make sense of what happened, her breasts suddenly filled up with vast quantities of cream in a sort of stress reaction before stabilizing again, enough of it that not only did Sierra find her mouth being forcefully popped clear of the tap she’d been drinking from thanks to how impossibly enormous it became, but if one were to add up the totality of Emily’s many busts and put them all together before this sudden growth spurt, their full, collective volume would still not be enough to hold up to a single nipple after her body was done filling, leaving the cat feeling incredibly confused, seeing as she wasn’t even aware Sierra was there. And, since Sierra wasn’t about to let a random growth spurt get in the way of her and growing bigger, it wouldn’t take more than a moment for her to recompose after the colossal jump in size, and with the sort of skill that could only come from practice, the Latias once again stuffed her face against soft boob and invited more cream into her mouth. Now, obviously, this did nothing to stop the hiccuping itself (in fact, it arguably made it worse), meaning that it only took a few more seconds before the Poké-gal once again managed to hiccup her way into getting even more milk to push back into their friend’s body, once more triggering a growth spurt on a scale never before seen on any layer of existence: in one instant, Emily grew so much that the sum total of her breast mass would struggle to measure up to but a single pore in her new form, leaving the cat stranded atop an infinite throne of breastflesh. And they were barely even started. Sierra certainly wasn’t ready to give up the race just yet. Not until she was bigger.

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Title: Houseboat Log Ch. 04 Tags: oral, cum slut, group sex, ass play, cum contract **Chapter 4: The Bridge Club Cums Aboard** As you know from the earlier chapters, I had recently met two lovely mature women Ellie and Susan, and enjoyed exploring their inner selves on my houseboat on the Gulf Coast of Florida. My name is Paul Johnson. I am the Captain and owner of the aptly christened Wet N Wild, a luxury houseboat docked in a marina on the vast Tampa Bay. Relaxing on the boat after a morning of woodworking, and quaffing a cold one around 1 PM Friday afternoon, I got a call from Eleanor, the tall, sensual redhead who lives on Siesta Key. Ellie asked me to drop by later that afternoon for an impromptu cocktail party with a few of her close friends that she wanted me to meet. After a brief nap to recharge, I showered, shaved, dressed, and headed for her condominium complex. Ringing the door bell, I was greeted with a hug and kiss by my hostess, Ellie. She lightly ground her pelvis into mine to let me know she was looking forward to some sexy flirting during the evening. As I entered her tastefully appointed apartment overlooking the Gulf, I was surprised to see three other very attractive women in their 50's to 60's looking to me expectantly with smiles on their faces. Ellie introduced me to Barbara, a cute pixie of a blonde with an hour glass figure, then Donna, a platinum blonde with a deep tan and a huge bust flowing from her low cut tank top, and last, but not least Birchenal, an exotic dark haired beauty, tall, slender, with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Paul, this is my bridge club" Ellie explained. "We play every Friday afternoon for a few hours, have a drink or two and snacks, then head to the club where you met me a few weeks ago to drink and socialize. I casually mentioned that we had gone out together to the girls and they asked to meet you." Burchenal laughed, "Ellie, you were more than casual in describing Paul to us! Ha, Ha. Paul, she described you as tall, handsome, funny, and an oral fiend as well as having a great cock!" I blushed crimson at Birchenal's crude, but exciting description. While I enjoy a quiet confidence about my abilities in amour, I don't kiss and tell, nor do I brag. I looked over to Ellie and could see she was blushing too, with a tell tale smile lighting up her face. Ellie said, "The girls and I are great friends and confide in each other, I hope that doesn't bother you, Paul. We are all divorced, horny, intelligent women who would love to find better relationships than we have had in the past. I was lucky to meet you and wanted to share my luck with the other girls." My mouth hung open on those words. Was Ellie inviting the other three to join in the fun? I added to her description of her friends, "And you are all incredibly beautiful as well!" Birchenal glided sensually to me, threw her long arms around my neck, looked into my eyes and said to me no more than three inches from my lips, "We all appreciate a man of your talents and discretion, Paul." Then she kissed me with her full lips, opening them to let her tongue dance with mine. My cock immediately tented my slacks and pushed into her cargo shorts. I knew she could feel my arousal. This was such a surprise to me, expecting a casual cocktail party not realizing the party was to be my cock and their tails. I looked over to Ellie to get her approval. Ellie's eyes were sparkling with lust and humor as she saw my predicament. She gave me a little nod assenting to me and the bridge club to proceed. I put my arms around Birchenal, pulling her into me tighter so she could measure me with her groin. Donna and Barbara, not to be outdone, both took turns giving me a lusty kiss and hug too, each giving my cock a sensual grope as I fitted their ass cheeks to my big hands. I walked over to Ellie, pushed her down on her couch and told her I owed her one for introducing and sharing me with these other three MILF's. I knelt between her knees and whispered, "shall we show the girls what they have to look forward to?" This gave her the option to decline until we were in a more private setting, but I wanted to find out if she got off on being watched by her friends. Birchenal called out to Ellie to go with the flow. I unbuttoned her cargo shorts, pulled them down her long legs and started kissing up her soft thighs. Ellie sank back into the couch, lifting her ass to let me take her shorts off her. I then kissed her stomach and her pubic area, I pulled her thong aside and licked her labia slowly, and eliciting groans from Ellie and her friends. They were encouraging us, calling out to me to eat her juicy pussy and for her to cum all over my face. As I inserted two fingers into her love canal slowly, she started to buck and thrash with each stroke of my fingers. Ellie moaned to me to go deeper and harder, and I did. I fastened my lips on her clit and tweaked it with my tongue fast as I sucked it into my mouth. She thrashed until she came loudly. Ellie pulled her shorts up and brought me a tall cold brew and explained that the ladies all wanted to take a turn with me on the Wet n Wild at my convenience, but that she wished we could continue to get to know each other as she was very interested in making our relationship grow deeper and more rewarding for both of us. Well, who was I to deny this lovely long limbed redhead with gorgeous green eyes!! If you haven't read the earlier parts, Ellie is an elegant Jewish divorcee' from New York gorgeous long legs, an ample 36D -26-35 figure, pale soft skin, and a sensual look to her that belies a smoldering sexual goddess. We enjoyed the sunset as a group, drinking and laughing at my earlier discomfort with not understanding the situation. We headed to the piano bar where Ellie and I met the first time and enjoyed the music and a slow dance or two with each of these incredible women, I was the envy of the male lounge lizards that night. Two of the girls decided to hook up with guys they met that night. Ellie and Birchenal and I headed back to the Wet N Wild for a nightcap and to see what kind of naughty we could conjure up together. We settled on board and I put some mood music on, this time settling for an old Isaac Hayes album that we danced to the girls sandwiching me to the sensual lyrics and beat of "Shaft". The irony of this music was not lost on us. Since Ellie had already sampled my oral skills at her place, Birchenal decided it was her turn. She slid out of her shorts as she was dancing and threw her top over her head. Dressed now only in her panties and bra, she backed into me grinding her ass into my cock as we danced. I reached around in front of her and unlatched her bra, removing it, then slid her thong down her legs. She stepped out of it, then turned to me and whispered into my ear, "Lick me, Paul, do me, I am so hot for your tongue!" I pushed Birchenal back into a leather overstuffed chair and lifted her legs onto my shoulder sliding her ass to the edge and lifting her moist pussy to my face. As I got into tonguing her slit, Ellie, now sans clothes herself, and not to be left out, climbed onto the chair and, using the overstuffed arms of the chair balanced above Birchenal's face. She lowered herself onto her lips and yelped as Birchenal started to dart her tongue up into her hot pussy like a small cock piercing her wet vagina. I let my tongue slide slowly over her clit, sucking lightly, tweaking it with the tip of my tongue, as my fingers found her g spot. I could tell this woman was close, she was humping my face with short sharp pelvic thrusts that threatened to punish my face. Her dense pubic thatch of hair matched the color of her long brown tresses. Her pussy was hot and flowing just like I like it. I savored her taste, feeling her start to tense her stomach and leg muscles and close in her thighs around my ears. Birchenal screamed out her pleasure as she came,. "Ohhhhh, suck it hard dammit, I'm cummmmminnnnggggg." She shot her nectar into my mouth, overwhelming me with a strong hard piss like surge. It wasn't piss, but it flowed like it, down my face and all over my chest. At the same time she lost contact with Ellie as she thrashed wildly underneath her. Ellie thrust her ass back at me as I stood up and I quickly inserted my rock hard cock into her hot pussy. "Oh Goddddddddddd," she screamed as I bottomed out quickly in her hot canal. I was over the top at this point, just fucking into this woman from behind in a fast hard pace, just wanting to unload in her. I grasped her hips in my big hands, held her steady and fucked her hard. As Birchenal woke from her orgasmic stupor she reached up and fondled my balls as we rocked above her. She stuck a finger in my ass and that was all it took to send my rockets shooting into Ellie. I cum buckets, and as Ellie started to howl in her own orgasm, the cum spewed out of her hot pussy and dripped all over Birchenal's face. I drove slowly back and forth in Ellie until my cock got too sensitive, pulled out and backed off the chair to survey what I had wrought with these two fabulous women. Birchenal was smiling up at me, cum glistening from her cheeks and breasts. Ellie was rocking back and forth still savoring her last orgasm, sweat glistening from her whole body and cum still streaking down her thighs. I cleaned up and relieved myself in the bathroom and when I returned I looked over at the two women. They were lightly touching, moving inevitably into a sixty nine embrace, casually licking and sucking each other to delightful climaxes. They happily looked over at me after relaxing and I winked my enjoyment in watching as they kissed and fondled each other after their orgasms. The two women were in a state, the sudden sexual tryst affecting both of them in different ways. I thought it appropriate to invite them to come aboard the Wet n Wild individually or in groups in the future to enjoy the ambience of an erotic day or two on the Gulf. I smiled as I returned and we had a very nice glass of cognac and talked about the opportunities ahead. As Birchenal left I made sure to give her individual attention with my hands and a long lingering kiss after walking her to her car. I felt good about staying with Ellie for the night, believing in coming home with the girl you bring to the dance! Even though it was only our third time together, we were settling into a good relationship, both sensually and spiritually. I felt like we would always be great friends, and hopefully more someday. I enjoyed a nice slow one on one with Ellie, getting into her again after a few hours rest. This time I took more time licking her ass, probing it with my finger and popping the head of my cock into her nether region with the aid of some lubricant.. She was tight and I worked it so that she had little discomfort before pulling out. My thought was to prepare her a little at a time, so that she anticipates more the next time. I don't believe in butt plugs when a little tender loving applied to a woman's ass is so much more pleasurable. She enjoyed everything we did, and it fired her passions as well. We slept well after I deposited a load in her tight bubble butt. . I wrapped her in my arms and we spooned to sleep. She felt my warm cock against her ass all night. The next morning Ellie and I woke together and cuddled. I slipped my cock in her very hot moist pussy, and slow fucked her to a great morning orgasm, rubbing her ass the whole time. She liked me kissing her neck and shoulders from behind, kneading her nipples while I sawed in and out of her sweet pussy. I could feel her body shake and squeeze my cock as she came. I continued to hold her and kiss her until we both decided it was time to get up and get going. I left her with a kiss and a promise to call her soon. When I got back to the boat, I showered, shaved and changed. After a great turkey and avocado wrap, I started to check my email and drink a cup of coffee. On my email was a note from Susan, my interior decorator, outlining her plan and the costs to implement them. She had a good eye and listened well to my requirements, so I emailed her back to go ahead with her ideas. Susan offered to take me to a great jazz club that night and seal the deal. This was an offer I couldn't refuse. She had in mind me sealing her deal with my cock I was certain. We danced and flirted with each other all night, our passions arising slowly, steadily until I whispered in her ear that I was either going to fuck her silly in the bathroom or back at the Wet n Wild, so take her pick. Susan knew what she wanted and told me to grab the check while she freshened her lipstick. I drove us to the dock and we walked out onto the deck, hand in hand. She turned to me and said, "It's a perfect night, Paul, why don't we do make love up here on a few cushions." To seal the deal, she dropped a cushion to the deck from a deck lounger, knelt and proceeded to unzip my trousers and sucked my cock out of them and into her pretty mouth. Susan was a go getter type, a woman to be appreciated. She had me in her control and she knew it once she got my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked and played with her tiny hands. She brought me to the brink several times, backing off when she felt my cock swell. We established a gentle rocking motion that matched the tiny roll of the boat. The breeze was cool, the moon bright, the sounds of the sea were all around us. Having cum once this morning, I wasn't having any trouble maintaining a good steady rhythm without cumming too quickly. She seemed to have a passion for a good long suck session, maybe even a cock slut. I feel like I can truly appreciate a woman of taste like that! I found my rhythm and felt the cum rise in my balls and pulled out and sprayed her face and her cute breasts forcefully. I could see by the look in Susan's eye and her licking the cum off her breasts and cheeks that she was a cum slut and I found out later upon inquiry that she was! What a treat I had lucked into. I truly appreciate a woman who enjoys oral sex, giving and receiving as much as I do. She was so close to orgasm herself, that a few sucks on her clit was all it took to have her hips bucking into me wildly, pussy juices squirting everywhere. I thought to myself, "Self, you have found heaven on earth." Susan lay back panting, and told me she wanted to be my cum queen. She promised to save her pussy for me if I would give her a cum bath when she needed it. I told her that sounded good as I didn't want her playing the field and me worrying about her health and by linkage to my health. I told her I would limit myself to a few women whom I knew were safe, older mature women like her. We both wanted a no strings relationship with each other, but wanted to enjoy the sex whenever we had the opportunity. Sound complicated? Well I was willing to work on refining the agreement, lol.

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Title: Alley Cat Chapter 2 by Poxy Tags: Alley cat, Cat, Doberman, Dog, Feline, M/F, Sex, Story Progression, Underage, Yiff, Yiffy Hello everybody! I know this took way longer than it should have, and I am sure you guys probably gave up on seeing a chapter 2. But surprise, surprise! It is chapter 2 of my story, Alley Cat! I hope you enjoy, even if it wasn't worth the wait! **ALLEY CAT: CHAPTER 2** *Flick flick flick flick flick... nothing... flick flick flick flick flick... nothing again... flick flick flick... still nothing!* Frisk threw the briefcase down onto the rooftop in anger. She glared at it as it slid away from her, then shifted her gaze upwards in defeat. She had been fiddling with the six digit combination lock for the last hour or so and still received no results. Breaking codes was definitely not on her list of skills. She was just a simple stray, an alley cat. She knew how to fend for herself on the streets,; finding food, shelter, money and people to fuck for all of those needs listed. She looked over to the briefcase once again. It was sitting on its side, slightly crooked. It seemed to mock her, concealing away its secrets and unyielding to her attempts of opening it. She reached into her large leather coat pocket and pulled a switchblade from it. She pressed on a small button on the knife, causing it to spring out. She had always preferred switchblades to any other kind of knife. A switchblade was similar to her claws, the sharp blade could be extended when needed and retracted when not. Right now, she thought she needed the blade. It would do far more damage than her claws ever could and it was less prone to breaking than her claws were. She walked over to the briefcase, switchblade in hand with the knife extended. She sat down next to the briefcase, looking at it. She didn't want to stab it before, afraid that she may accidentally damage whatever was in it, but now she felt like there was no other option. She picked the briefcase up and gently shook it. The briefcase, although far more heavy than it appeared to be, did not rattle when shook. Whatever was in it could either take up a lot of space or it could be well packed in. Or in the unlikely situation, the briefcase was empty. She hoped it wasn't; if it was, she would not hesitate in throwing it off the roof of the building. Suddenly, a thought came to her. *Perhaps I could cut at the corners, less likely to damage whatever is in the briefcase.* She picked the briefcase up and turned it so that it stood vertically. She used her knife like a saw, cutting at the edges of the briefcase, where not only would it be less likely to damage the contents, but it would be weaker and easier to cut. She cut furiously at the corner of the briefcase for a good period of time. It was all to no avail, however. The briefcase would not cut open. Slightly irritated by what seemed to be an invulnerable briefcase, she stabbed at the corners. Once again, she was unable to pierce through the briefcase's exterior. She was extremely frustrated now, tossing the briefcase onto its other side so that it lay flat. She lifted her blade high up into the air and came straight down into the middle of the briefcase, no longer caring about the insides, just wishing it was open. The blade crashed into the briefcase with a dull *thud.* The impact of the blow shook through her knife and up her wrist, causing her to drop the knife and grab at her paw in pain. The briefcase was not pierced. She hissed at the briefcase and kicked it away from her, her tail twitching angrily as she glared over at it. It hurt her paw, wasted an hour and had refused to open. She was rather fed up with the briefcase. She sighed and walked over to the ledge of the roof, away from the briefcase. There was a low wall surrounding the roof, preventing anybody from falling off. She leaned against the wall, looking down in the street. It was quite a different scene than it was at night time. There were plenty of cars driving down the street and a never ending crowd of people bustled down the sidewalk, each hurrying to get to their own specific destination, no time for the others. A man came running out of the entrance to the building she was on top of. He was wearing a business suit and seemed to be somewhat frantic. He yelled out a loud curse after frantically looking around. He ran off down the streets, pushing people out of the way. Frisk smiled as she watched the man disappear into the crowd of people. She called out, "Goodbye Howie! You horny bastard." Only she could hear, of course, but that's all that mattered. Howie was where she got the briefcase. He had fucked her twice the night before, and then three times while she slept this morning, and then once more while she showered. She felt that he sort of deserved what he got, after taking advantage of her in her sleep. She turned away from the ledge, being reminded of the frustrating briefcase that she had cast aside on the roof. She went back and picked it up, talking to herself, "What do you have that is so important that nobody can get inside? I am going to have to find somebody else to open you. I really don't know how." She reached into her coat pocket with her free hand and pulled out a cigarette pack. The frustrating briefcase was enough to get on her nerves. Once she opened the pack, she glowered. "No smokes, the day is just getting better and better!" She angrily threw the empty pack off the ledge, not caring if it hit anybody down below. She climbed down the fire escape with the briefcase in her hands, taking off down the alley way until she reached the other street and headed off in the opposite direction that Howie had gone. Frisk had been walking for quite a while when she heard her stomach growl at her. She sighed, realizing now just how hungry she was. She looked around for any sign of food and spied a street vendor selling hotdogs a little further down the street. She licked her lips and headed towards the vendor. As she walked a police car pulled up close to the curb and slowly drove alongside of her. She acted casual, just walking to the vendor, knowing if she ran he would definitely go after her. What with all of the evidence she had on her right now, she really couldn't afford to have the police busting her. The window to the cop car rolled down and a voice shouted out, "Alliea! Hey Allie!" Without stopping or looking over, Frisk simply replied, "I don't go by that name anymore." She heard the cop let out an annoyed sigh. He shouted back to her, "Fine, Frisk! Just, come over here." Frisk stopped and looked over, walking a little closer to the cop car. Inside the car was a Doberman in a police uniform. Not completely sure on his age, Frisk placed him at about 30. She stared at him with a slightly annoyed look, "What do you want, Roman? I'm hungry and was just about to get some food." Roman glanced over at the hotdog stand, "I hope you intend to pay for it." Frisk simply rolled her eyes, "Is there a reason you are bothering me?" The Doberman nodded his head, "Yeah, you're wanted." Frisk's eyes widened and she stared at him. Her voice was surprised as she spoke, "Really, that quick huh? I knew Howie was an idiot, but I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to tell the police about being robbed by a sixteen year old he paid for sex." Roman stared at her in confusion, "Look, Allie, I don't know what you're talking about, but stay hidden for now. I'm on duty right now, but come by my place when I get off. We need to talk." She smiled at him and said, "Sorry, can't do that. This cat's hungry. And I told you, it's Frisk now." Roman glared at her and then reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a chain of keys and undid one, tossing it out the window at her. Her eyes focused on the object immediately and she instinctively reached out and caught it, then looked at him blankly. He said to her, "That's the key to my place. Go there, make yourself something to eat and then stay inside until we can talk. Okay, Allie?" Frisk didn't respond, and Roman didn't bother to wait for a response before rolling up his window and driving off. Frisk watched his car head down the road. She wasn't completely sure what to make of what he had just said, her eyes peering down at the key in her hands. She grinned to herself and said, "Nope, not until I get my hotdog." She reached the stand, finding a rather long line waiting to get dogs. She grinned and didn't bother getting in line. The hotdog vendor was preoccupied with a rather picky customer that couldn't seem to decide on what he wanted and didn't want on the hotdog. As they discussed what sauerkraut was, Frisk took the opportunity to sneak off with a wiener and a bun. Yes, she could have very easily paid for the dog with the money she stole from Howie, but they don't taste nearly as good as when they are stolen. Plus, there was a line, and Frisk wasn't a very patient person. She sat down out of sight of the vendor and bit into the plain dog. It didn't have any mustard or ketchup or anything fancy on it, just a simple dog and bun. She would have definitely been caught if she had wasted her time dressing her stolen food. She didn't mind the plain dog, it was still filling. After finishing the wiener, she decided she might as well go find out what Roman's problem was. She navigated her way through the large cities rather confusing streets, knowing exactly how to get around on foot and even shortcuts through alleyways. She finally arrived at Roman's house, pulling his key out and unlocking the door. The front door lead directly into the living room. It was surprisingly pristine for a bachelor pad. The walls were rather barren, excluding a nicely sized wall mounted flat screen TV. A leather couch was directly across from it with a wooden coffee table. The remote to the TV was sitting on the table along with a few magazines. Frisk pawed through the magazines a little gingerly, grinning at a few that were full of nothing but naked women and stories of intense sexual encounters. She slipped one open, looking over the girls sprawled out in different poses for a short while and comparing them to herself. Frisk didn't have nearly as large tits as most of the girls in the magazine, but she knew it didn't matter too much. Many people fancied her, regardless of her age. In fact sometimes being so young helped make her even more attractive to people. She dropped the magazine onto the coffee table and picked up the remote, flipping on the TV. Commercials at the moment, but it didn't matter much to her. She hadn't turned the TV on to watch something, but more of background noise. The house was far too quiet for her liking. She was used to being outside, in the city where there was constantly some kind of noise. The lack of sound was rather disturbing to her. Frisk got up off the couch, turning around and walking over to the kitchen. The kitchen was only separated from the living room by a bar, which appeared to be kept well in stock by Roman. Frisk grinned and searched through the cupboards until she found where Roman kept the glasses. She pulled one of the glasses out and set it on the bar. She walked to the freezer and pulled open the door, pulling out an ice tray. She then opened up the fridge and pulled a can of Coke out. She walked back over to the bar with the Coke and the ice. Frisk placed a few ice cubes into her glass and crouched down. She opened up the lower cupboards of the bar, finding that they held a variety of different drinks in them. She grabbed a bottle of Whiskey and stood up. She poured a shot of Whiskey into the glass and filled the rest with Coke. After stirring the drink, she put the bottle of whiskey back under the counter and went back into the living room with her drink. She sat down on the couch and started to watch the TV. It wasn't really anything very entertaining to her, just the news. Frisk drank her Coke and Whiskey as she idly stared off into space, not actually listening to what the news said. Frisk was in deep thought about earlier today, *"Why do the police want me, if they don't know about what I stole from Howie? I haven't done anything worth getting the police's attention without them seeing it happen, other than stealing that briefcase."* Deciding she wouldn't know until Roman came home, she decided to put it out of her mind. She looked over to the TV, deciding to find something more interesting to watch. The news was talking about some sort of gang fight that had happened earlier as she lifted up the remote and changed the channel. Flipping through the networks that Roman had subscribed to, Frisk didn't find anything she really wanted to watch. She changed the TV to one of the music channels and finished off her drink. She got up and made herself another drink as she waited for Roman to get off his shift. Frisk spent the next few hours rummaging through Roman's food and listening to music as she waited for the Doberman to come home. Frisk glanced up, hearing the doorknob turn. She got ready to fight or run, whichever seemed most appropriate. The door swung open and Frisk pounced onto whoever entered the room, knocking him over. She was ready to tear him up, lifting her paw up and extending her claws. As her claws came down to scratch at him, she felt a strong grip around her wrist holding her hand in place. Her tail flailed about in anger and she hissed as the intruder spoke, "Allie! It's me, Roman!" Frisk soon realized, recognizing the voice and actually looking down to see who she had pounced, it was Roman. Instead of his uniform, he was wearing casual wear. A jacket, simple T-shirt, blue jeans, and on his head, a red bandana . She blushed and retracted her claws. Roman let go of her wrist and she quickly got off of him, "I'm sorry. I thought you were breaking in." Roman got up as well, letting out a small laugh and saying, "I should keep you around here more often. You'd scare off any intruder faster than anything else." She blushed even more and looked down at the ground. Roman sniffed the air, "Have you been drinking, Allie?" She looked up and nodded, "Yeah...." Roman rolled his eyes, "I said make yourself some food, not raid my liquor cabinet." She grinned at him, tail flicking. Roman sighed and smiled, "At least you are here like I asked. I was afraid you'd think it would be a great game to run around outside as the police chase you down." Frisk laughed and nodded her head, "It would be fun, Roman! I don't think a dumb cop could catch me anyways." Roman glared at her and she grinned back saying, "You aren't a dumb cop, Roman. You already caught me here!" Roman laughed a little and sat down on the couch. He patted the cushion next to him, looking at Frisk, "I have to tell you something, Allie." Frisk rolled her eyes, "Quit calling me that! I'm Frisk!" Roman let out an exasperated sigh, "Frisk. Please, sit down." She smiled at him and walked over. She climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and dangling off of him. She spoke up in a mock loving voice, "What is it, Roman?" Roman stared at the in his lap, dangling herself from his neck. "How much have you had to drink, Frisk?" He asked her in a slightly stern voice. "Not much, Roman. I'm hardly buzzed at all." He nodded, not really sure if he should believe her or not. She stared at him, "What have you been wanting to tell me all day, Roman? Does it have something to do with me being wanted." The Doberman nodded his head in response to her question. "Yes, Frisk. It has everything to do with you being wanted. You see, you're father is looking for you and he's tracked you down to somewhere in New Angels." Frisk glowered and quickly stood up, shouting, "I will not go back to him!" Roman nodded his head, "What did he do to you that was so bad, anyways?" The upset feline paced back and forth, glaring at the Doberman and shouting out, "I really would prefer not to talk about it! I've been gone this long, I don't want to go back! Especially not now!" Roman nodded his head, deciding not to push the matter much further. He stood up and stared at frisk. The Doberman towered over the young feline, standing almost two feet taller than her. She stopped in her tracks, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the large stature of her friend. He placed his hands on her shoulders and stared directly into her eyes, "Even though he believes you are here, that doesn't mean he is going to find you. Lay low for a while. Stay here in my house and try not to head out. The less your face is seen, the more it seems that you have moved on." What he said made sense to her and helped her calm down some. She stared up at him, "Are you sure you want me to stay here?" He slowly nodded his head, "Yes, Frisk. You're like a daughter to me, maybe even more than that in some aspects. I'd do anything to help you." She smiled at that and quickly hugged him. He gently hugged her back for a short while until she broke the hug, "Thank you, so much! I couldn't stand to be back there again..." Roman nodded his head in understanding. Now that they had somewhat of a plan, Frisk was a lot more at ease. She was able to put the events of the day out of her mind as she and Roman watched a couple of movies on TV. Roman cooked dinner for the two of them, which wasn't really that bad, although he wasn't much of a chef. They watched a couple of fake cop shows, which Roman would always critique, pointing out that a cop would never do some of the things they did in the shows. Frisk would then critique the criminals and point out easy ways to get out of the situation they found themselves in. Both would laugh at the stupidity of the people on TV after pointing it out to each other. Eventually, though the night grew dark and Roman grew tired. He brought a few blankets out of the closet and gave them to Frisk, for her to use. He called out, "Goodnight, Allie" as he headed towards his room. She glowered at him and shouted, "Frisk! I'm Frisk now!" Roman chuckled and headed into his room, closing the door behind him. Frisk turned the light off in the living room and stripped down to her panties. She lay down on the couch and pulling the blankets over her. She stared up blankly at the ceiling, now that it was quiet and she was alone, her thoughts raced through her mind. What was she going to do? There was no way she could just stay inside Roman's house all the time. Even then, her father could find her. She sighed and rolled onto her side, hopefully the thoughts would go away. However, the thoughts kept coming. There was no way she would be able to sleep. Not alone in this house, especially with all of the quiet. She let out another sigh and got up off of the couch, heading towards Roman's room. She slowly opened the door and whispered, rather loudly, "Roman? Are you still awake?" She heard him shift in his bed and reply, "Yeah. What is it, Frisk?" She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. It was completely dark inside, his light having been turned off and the curtains drawn shut. Frisk whispered loudly, "I don't really want to be alone tonight... can I sleep in bed with you instead?" She quickly found her way to his bed before he could reply. Roman spoke, sounding somewhat unsure, "Uuuh..." But that was as far as his thought was able to go before Frisk slipped under the covers with him. Frisk placed one of her arms on Roman's side, still a short distance away from him. She could tell by feeling that they were face to face. "Roman... I am extremely grateful for what you are doing for me..." Roman didn't respond, but that didn't bother her any. She laid there like that for a short moment, debating whether or not she should do what she really felt like doing right now. Deciding to go for it, she pulled herself up against him and pushed her lips to his, kissing him. She felt his hand move to the back of her head, holding her close to him as he kissed her back, pushing his tongue into her mouth. The kiss ended up being far more passionate than she had originally intended as she caressed his tongue with hers. Once the kiss finally broke off, Frisk realized something she hadn't noticed before. Roman wasn't dressed. He had probably been naked the whole time she was in here, which explained why he seemed so hesitant and unresponsive. She blushed, feeling his rather large stiff member pressed against her. Somehow the passionate kiss had made her miss that detail. Roman started to speak, "Frisk... I..." But she cut him off quickly, "Ssshhh!" She reached down and slid her panties off, pressing her naked hips against his, letting his hot member rub against her slit. He didn't try to talk anymore after that. She felt his hands stroke her back and then grabbing onto her bra, undoing the clip that held it and chucking it off the bed. Now that they were both completely naked in bed, they couldn't resist each other any further. One of Roman's hands rubbed her breast as the other moved down to press on her butt. Her tail quivered in pleasure and she quickly found herself in another deep kiss with the Doberman. Roman rolled Frisk onto her back, holding himself up over her with his hands and knees. Frisk's paws were all over his chest, feeling over his well toned body. The police dog worked out, and well he should considering his job. Frisk quivered with anticipation as she felt him lowering down against her. Soon, she felt the tip of his canine prick rubbing along her slit, pressing against her clit and spurting hot pre over her. She shivered in delight and anticipation, letting a groan into his mouth as he teased her with his hard and hot length. Finally, when Frisk didn't think she could take it much more without clawing at him in frustration, she felt his length drive into her with one hard thrust. His knot bumped against her entrance as the rest of his length buried itself into her. She gasped and let out a loud moan of pleasure into his mouth, her legs quickly wrapping around his hips as he started pulling back. She felt every inch of the large canine prick brushing along her inner walls as it dragged slowly back, nearly pulling completely out. He stayed there for a while, teasing her more. Suddenly, he slammed in again, knot brushing up against her entrance once more. She gasped with the second slam, letting out another groan into his mouth. The Doberman smiled and broke the kiss. She stared up at him in the dark, not able to see his smile or even really stare him in the eyes. He started licking at her neck and slowly thrusting in and out of her at a constant speed. His large, hot, canine tongue felt wonderful as it ran over and over the fur on her neck. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck fully for him and letting out a long moan. Frisk was used to a rough, quick, and lust filled fuck when it came to having sex. This differed greatly. While it was nowhere near as hard and fast as she was used to, it was slow and passionate. It was less fucking and more like making love. She enjoyed it even more than she usually would, moaning with each slow thrust into her. They continued like this for a long time, his knot bumping at her entrance with each of the slow thrusts in. Eventually, however, Frisk found herself wanting to get off. She loved every moment of the slow sex, but it was rather tedious compared to a quick fuck. Frisk whispered into the Doberman's ear, "Please... faster... and harder..." Roman eagerly obliged. Frisk let out a long groan of pleasure as she felt the Doberman gain speed. Each thrust in was harder than the last. She could feel that knot roughly shoving against her entrance before being pulled away. She groaned again, digging her claws into his back. All of the slow work earlier had just built up the pleasure more and more for her now. Her legs and arms squeezed him tight and she leaned up, nipping his ear and then whispering, "I want... you to tie me..." She fell back down on the bed, letting Roman continue to pound into her very wet sex. She leaned her head back, groaning again. As her neck was exposed, Roman leaned down and opened his maw. He suddenly clamped down onto the feline neck below him. At the same time he thrust hard into the cat, forcing his large knot into her. Frisk let out a loud gasp and dug her claws deeper into his skin. She groaned in pain and pleasure at this experience, closing her eyes tight. Roman, now stuck inside of her, started to wildly thrust into her. His knot keeping him from pulling out, made each of his thrusts quick and hard. He was like a jackhammer pounding into her. Frisk squealed in pleasure, the canine felt wonderful inside of her. Finally after pounding into her for god knows how long, Roman pulled back as far as he could and gave her one final hard thrust, burying himself as deep as he could into her. Frisk squealed at this, her whole body clenching up over him. She could feel Roman's hot seed spurting into her, rope after rope of it. It pushed her over the edge and she shuttered violently, having one of the best orgasms she had ever had. They stayed like this, tensed up in orgasmic bliss for a good period of time as Roman emptied himself completely into the young cat. Once the orgasm finally died down, Roman collapsed together, the much larger dog lying on top of the small cat. They laid together like this for a few moments, bathing in afterglow, until Roman decided he should get off of Frisk before he completely crushed her. He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She gasped and shuddered as she was moved on top of Roman. Roman pulled a blanket up over the two of them, wrapping his arms around Frisk and kissing her. Nothing needed to be said between the two for the rest of the night. Seeing as how she was tied to the Doberman, Frisk had no choice but to stay on top of him, with him buried in her. She found herself comforted by the dog and closed her eyes. The two of them quickly drifted off to sleep, the troubles of the day long forgotten.

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Title: How Did You Know? Ch. 03 Tags: called beth, wrong reasons, shirt still, twenty hours, fifty bucks, love dad, fuck dad, beth told, told she'd, thing happened I rest for a moment, continuing to kneel at the porcelain throne, trying to gather my wits. I hear footsteps behind me, and suddenly my back is warmed by naked flesh pressing against me as her arms come around my rib cage and give me a hug. I'm just about pissed enough to swing around and knock her God knows where, when this voice says: "Come on Phil, let's get you cleaned up." Shit that's not Beth's voice I'm thinking as the fight goes out of me and I struggle to stand up. Becky helps me gain my feet and now we're standing in front of the mirror, me naked as a jay bird and her with what looks like one of my shirts on. The shirt is unbuttoned and I can see her from shoulder to mid thigh; but while the shirt is open I can't see her breasts. I can see the tattoo and the beautiful triangle of hair below it, but her breasts are just beyond view under the shirt. "Here take this," she says, as she hands me a toothbrush and uncaps the paste. I look down at my hand and hold the brush as she puts paste on it. She turns on the tap and I go ahead, brush my teeth as she slips away and turns on the shower. A minute or so later she pushes me into the little tiled stall, drops her shirt and steps in with me. It's then I notice the nipple rings, which is odd 'cause I don't remember seeing them when she took off my boots last night. Last night? How can I be so sure it was last night? Hell, it's still dark outside so my time trouble seems to be continuing. I'm facing the shower, both hands on the wall, head thrown back trying to clear my mind and I feel her hands starting to rub shampoo into my head. She's gotta be standing on her tip toes I think, so I buckle my knees a bit and her hands now access my entire scalp. When done, a wash clothe starts going over me, beginning at the shoulders, coming across the chest, down my back to my butt, continue down my legs and then back up to my torso. This goes on for a minute or so and then the wrung out wash clothe is deposited on the soap dish in front of me and she begins to wash my cock with her hands and a bar of soap. Neither of us has said a word, and we remain silent while she washes me. Then putting the bar of soap in my hand, she turns me around and says, "My turn," as she presents her back to me. I go through the same ritual with her, and when she's completely soaped up, I turn her to the shower head and rinse her off. By now I'm hard as a rock, as I turn her around and look into her eyes. Pulling her to me as we kiss a nice long, soft, wet kiss, I hold her tight in my arms. She pulls away, turns around, shuts the shower off and says, "Let's not do this here Phil, okay?" I nod stupidly, open the shower door and grab a towel. I hand it to her and take one for myself. We begin to dry ourselves off, and as soon as I'm mostly done, I walk out of the bathroom and sit down on the edge of the bed. She comes out with one towel around her body, and one on her head, gets on the bed directly behind me and begins to rub my shoulders. "You feel better now?" She asks. I just nod, and after about a minute of pure bliss on my shoulders, I scoot back, lay down on the bed and she comes into my arms. We just lay there and silently contemplating who-knows-what. She's snuggled into my side with me on my back and her knee pulled up lying on my legs. It's cozy and I like it. Just holding her is warmth for my body as well as my soul and I'm liking the feeling. "What time is it?" I ask her. "Oh I'd say it's around one o'clock in the morning." She answers. "Sunday morning?" I ask, trying to get my bearing. "Yes," she responds. "So... did we..." I begin. "No, you passed out." She says, but it's a neutral thing, she's not mad, near as I can tell. "So how did we, ah..." I start saying. "I got your shoes and socks off and you started crying." She says. "I was holding you and you passed out. Big as you are, I don't know how I got you undressed, but I did, and under the covers too. Then I called Beth..." "Beth?" I interrupted in a panic. "You called her?" "Shhh..." she says, putting her finger over my mouth. "I'm talking, so don't interrupt." I nod and go silent. "Anyway, I told her what had happened, and she asks if I'm going to stick around. I told her I could stay all night if she wanted me to, and she did. Said you shouldn't be left alone, or you might wake up and start drinking again, so I came back here, got a shirt out of the closet and crawled in with you. I intended to sleep on the other side of the bed, but as soon as I lay down you came over, put your arms around me, and held me tight." "Sorry," I say. "Don't be, you know how nice it is to be held? I fell asleep then, and it wasn't until an hour or so later that I wake up as you kiss your way down my belly. Just as things start to get interesting, you fall asleep again. That had to be around ten o'clock or so, but I fell asleep again too and until you woke up a bit ago, we both slept pretty soundly." "When did you put these in?" I ask, flicking a nipple ring. "When I got ready for bed, see I don't usually wear a bra, which I guess you noticed when I was taking your boots off. Nipple rings stand out so much under a shirt or sweater. Mostly I wear them at night or when I'm wearing a bra during the day." "I gotta know something." I said. "Yeah?" "Are you telling me you got into bed with me and all you had on was the shirt?" I ask. I'm curious about that, but don't know where I was going with it when I ask. "No silly, I had panties on when I got in here with you, I'm not a complete slut." She said with a twinkle in her voice. "So what happened to them?" "Well, when you took your trip south on me you took them off." She answers. "Oh, and did I..." I begin. "Go down on me, or get me off? No, that didn't happen. Seems it took all your energy to get my panties off and you went to sleep as soon as you did." She giggled then. "Sorry again." I said. "Don't be, by then I was more tired than horny and the truth be told, I'd rather you didn't in the shape you were in." "Meaning?" "Phil, drunk men, hell even drunk women, with a sober partner is a bit much. The one that's drunk is using more force than they should, and their partner isn't having such a good time. You were drunk and I was sober, and if you'd have continued I'd have let you, but in all honesty, if you and I are ever going to have sex of any kind, I'd really like it if we were both sober." "Oh," I said. Now Becky rolls over, comes up on my chest with her hips and legs still lying next to mine and pulls up even with my face. She stares at me for a bit, and then lightly kisses me on the chin. "So, are you feeling better now?" She inquires. I nod my head; pull her to me and we kiss. It's soft, a little tongue touching, and in one smooth move I tilt to my side, she slides to the bed and we hold each other tight. "God I love this," she whispers. I agree, pull her to me hard, put my hand on her breast and gently pull the nipple ring and she thrusts her hips to me. Maybe I'm not too good at descriptions, but for the next hour this little woman and I had some amazing sex. Oral for quite awhile and then the actual act itself. At one point she has her legs over my shoulders and is clawing at the sheets as I continue the assault on her lovely body. Just at the height of her climax in that position, she reaches up with both hands, takes my face and pulls me close. The kiss sets her over the edge and I fall off right behind her. When it's over, and I collapse on top of her I realize how very small and tiny she is and quickly roll off to the side. I bring her into my arms and hold her close. Then one long, slow, lips-being-mashed kiss, while I manipulate her nipple ring and gently massage her pussy with my knee and she goes blowing off on one last orgasmic trip. We lay there then, neither saying a word, until Becky breaks the silence with an earthquake. "Jesus Phil, you sure know how to treat a woman, Beck's right about that." She says and then goes stiff as I sit bolt upright in bed, mouth open, staring at her. Becky lies there wide eyed; knowing she's just betrayed both her best friend, and her best friends' father. Well, that's not true, Bethany betrayed her father; Becky just let the cat out of the bag. "Oh fuck Phil, I'm sorry." She says as she sits up and puts her arms around me. But I'm not having it, I swing my legs over the edge, gain my feet, grab my robe and head down the hall to the kitchen. Knowing my cigarettes are in the bedroom, I open the refrigerator, grab a pack, and use the stove to light one. I walk into the living room, flop down on the sofa and stare at the curtains. In a minute I hear Becky coming down the hall and she sits down next to me, her hand on my shoulder. She has my shirt on again, but it's still not buttoned, and now I'm not only distracted by what she's told me, her boobs are starting that sweet melody in my mind and I'm not concentrating so well. "Look, we need to talk, please." She starts. "What's to say, I've done something I never should have, and now three people know about it, and I'm sure before the weeks over the whole fucking town will know." I state flatly. Well, that's not exactly true either, that octave my voice lost in the bar is back and maybe even up a little from normal, it sounds squeaky to me now. "That's not true Phil; I'm not saying a word to anyone." She says. "You and I both can be quiet, but Bethany, well there's the problem isn't it? What else did she say, or should I ask who else did she say it to?" "You don't understand you really don't." Becky says. "Oh really? She slips in here in the dark, fucks my brains out, slips out of here and then proceeds to tell all her friends. Now what don't I understand about that?" I'm glaring at her now. "She's not telling everyone. She told me, and she had a very specific reason for telling me." Becky starts, and then finishes by saying, "You just don't know the whole story." "Oh really, what the hell don't I know? That what she did was terribly wrong and that doing it with me put me on the same sick level?" "It's a long story Phil, and you have to believe me, you just don't know the half of it." "Which fucking half is that Rebecca Lynn?" I'm shouting now. "My half Phil, you don't know a bit about my half." She lowers her eyes to the floor and I know something is desperately wrong but don't have a clue what it is. Half turning to her, I snub the cigarette out, and taking her chin in my hand, lift her face until she's looking at me. I'm startled at the tears; they're real, and they're bad, these are not tears of joy. "What honey, what's going on here? What don't I know?" I ask softly. "I really thought this was all behind me a long time ago. But I know now I'll carry it for the rest of my life; Jesus Christ, I don't know where to start..." She tried to drop her head, but my hand wouldn't let her. "Come on Beck, talk to me, help me here, I'm feeling as damaged as you look." She pushed my hand away, sat back on the couch, her shirt falling completely open and she makes no attempt at modesty. "Do you like what you see?" She asks out of nowhere. "Yes, you look lovely, naked or with clothes on." I say as honestly as I can. "I'm okay to look at?" She says oddly. "Of course you are Beck, you have an amazing body, and you're drop dead pretty, but what I like the most about you is your smile. You buckle my knees with your smile." She teared up again, and really begins to sob. "Come on honey, what's wrong now?" I ask. "You're the first man that's ever told me that." She says. "Bullshit..." I start, but realize she's telling me the truth. I'm worried now 'cause something's going on here and I can't put a finger on it. "Please Beck, talk to me; what's this about?" "Let me start at the beginning." She began. "When I was about fifteen my folks split. It was all supposedly my mom's fault, and I don't know if it was or not. Shit Phil they both hung in the bar way too much, and apparently mom found a boyfriend, they split town and dad was left with me. You know that part, don't you?" I nod, because I did know that. She paused and pointed to the cigarette pack. I told her to hang on and I go back to the bedroom to retrieve my lighter. Coming back, we both light up; she takes a long deep drag and then goes on. "Things were fine for about six months, I mean they weren't fine, but dad wasn't home much and I was okay with that 'cause he was drunk most of the time he was home." "On my sixteenth birthday, he comes home, gives me my present, has dinner and leaves. I don't care one way or the other but about one in the morning when I'm sound asleep he comes in drunk as hell and rapes me. No asking, no telling me what he's going to do, he just does it. He pulls me from bed, tears my nightie off, then my panties, takes his cock out, rubs lotion on it and sticks it in me like I'm a slot machine or something. He was six two and I was five three, hell I couldn't stop him. It hurt like the devil, but he didn't care and after he'd popped off once, he lubes my ass and goes after that. He did things to me and made me do things to him for the next two days. He wouldn't let me go to school; he just kept me naked, and fucked me so many times I lost count. Anyway about mid week he says I can go to school and if I tell anybody he'll deny it and if we're ever alone after I've told, he'll kill me. I believe him so I go and don't say anything to anybody. Beth knew something was wrong, but I wouldn't tell her either; I didn't dare." I'm stunned; I had no idea she'd been through that. I knew a lot about Rebecca Lynn Thomas; she'd lived with us for over a year, and was in some heavy counseling too, but this? This I didn't know. "That goes on for about a year and a half. He fucks me when he wants to, makes me blow him when he wants to, and constantly tells me how fucking ugly I am. He tells me I've got a boys body and I should be thankful he's screwing me, 'cause nobody else would. Now that's a time in my life when my girlfriends are beginning to date and I'm very aware no one is asking me out. So I'm not only stuck with no where to go, I'm beginning to think my dad's right, that I am ugly and tit-less." "Then one weekend comes and I know he'll go at me again, he always did on weekends, but this time, the only thing that happened is that he makes me cook supper for him and then leaves. I'm relieved I got off that easy and I go to bed around eleven o'clock. About one o'clock, he wakes me up and tells me to lose my pajamas, and follow him. I don't give a shit any more, normally when he does this he wants to bend me over the kitchen table and butt fuck me with the lights on, or take pictures or some other weird shit. So I figure that's what's going to happen. I think if he hurries up I can be back in bed in about twenty minutes, so I get up, take off my pajamas, and leave the bedroom with him behind me playing with my butt as we go down the hallway." "As I walk into the kitchen, there to my surprise, is a man sitting at the table. I stop dead in my tracks and dad just shoves me as hard as he can into the room, laughing as he does. He tells me this buddy of his is going to give him fifty bucks if I blow him and a hundred bucks if dad fucks my butt while I'm doing the blow job. I'm staring at the table and sure as hell there's a hundred dollar bill on it." "I'd given up Phil, I didn't care; it had quit hurting long before. I figure I'll just do it, go to bed, and run away the next morning. But as I'm sucking this guy off and dad's pluggin' away at my ass I realize this is a sick new twist to the whole thing. I'm trapped forever in his weirdness and that makes me start to think clearly. When the guy blows his load, I look up, smile at him and dad goes off right on queue. I put my elbows on the kitchen table and ask if the guy wants to fuck me. Dad's a bit surprised, and so is his buddy. It's like I've joined their sick little game, so what the hell. The guy says absolutely, and he'll kick in another fifty. Then I said; how about a hundred and I'll let dad take Polaroid's of us while I suck and fuck you and anything else you want." "Now dad is pretty drunk, but he recognizes an opportunity when he sees one, so while he goes to get the camera, the guy fishes out fifty more bucks. I remind him that it's a hundred for the pictures too and he says he doesn't have it. I told him that's fine. Let's do the pictures, I'll hang on to them til tomorrow and he can come back to get 'em when he's got the extra fifty bucks... He agrees." "The next hour was pretty sick, but all told there were about twenty pictures, and in several of them my face is clearly facing the camera and the money is clenched in my hand, which is what I wanted." "They finally give it up and the man staggers out of the house. Dad's so drunk now he's having trouble holding the camera, but he wants one last shot at me. He tries to get me to blow him and while I do it, he's not having any luck getting it up. Finally, because he's lying on the couch anyway for this great blowjob he thought he was getting, he passes out." "I go back to my room, pack my shit, put the pictures they'd just taken, along with the hundreds dad had of me and him, and put them in a suitcase. Then I write dad a note." "I tell him I've gone to the police with every fucking picture he had and that he can expect to have them come real soon and put him in jail. I really was going to do that, but the only person I knew I could call that late at night to get me safely out of there was Beth, so I called her. She picked me up on the corner about twenty minutes later." "We came out here and talked most of the night. I told her I was fighting with my dad and she didn't press me. Eventually she did find out 'cause I told her everything, but that was later, not then. You know what happened at ten the next morning don't you?" She finally finished, looking at me. "Jesus Christ Becky, that's the morning the police came and told us your dad had shot himself." I said stunned. "Bingo, and you and Polly took me in because nobody could find my mom." "Did the police find the note?" I ask. "No, dad sat at the kitchen table and shot himself. The only thing I saw when you guys took me over there was the ash tray on the table with paper ashes in it. He must have burned my note, so at that time nobody in the world knew but me. Well, I and that sick fuck friend of his, but at the time, I didn't even know who he was." She finished, looking at me. At this point I'm ready to just give up and die. Too much has happened in the last twenty four hours to even comprehend, let alone try to grasp. Becky's gotten quiet and I'm at a loss for words, so we sat there, both smoking and both lost in our own thoughts. "You knew something was wrong with me Phil, come on," she finally says. "Becky, honest to God, I know Polly went to some of your sessions when you were in counseling, but I was led to believe it was physical abuse, and you seemed to do okay after about eight months." "Ha!" Becky laughed. "I was in counseling for eight fucking years Phil. Thank God dad had a big insurance policy and because he had it so long, the suicide part wasn't in effect. Between the policy and the property I had a bit of money. The only fucking good thing that prick ever did for me was die." "God Beck, I knew you were shy and withdrawn, and honest to God, Polly just said you had issues. I figured it was about your mom running off, your dad shooting himself, and you in the end felt you'd been abandoned. I just tried to make sure we all made you feel welcome here, comfortable, ya know? Then I go and screw it up and have sex with you; I'll bet you love me for that." I finish. I look at her and she's defiant again, shirt still open, naked as a jay bird and fire in her eyes. "Phil, I've loved you since I moved in here." "What?" I ask, turning to look at her. "That very first week, the day that Beth took me on a horse ride and I fell off. You came out, picked me up and carried me into the house. The concern in your eyes, the tenderness you showed, well, I didn't know men could be that way. Over the next few months I watched how you were with Beth, and I began to love you more and more. Here was a dad that loved his daughter in the right way, and I wondered if I could ever get over what happened to me. Finally, when I went to college, I was glad to be away because I wanted so badly to be with you for the rest of my life, and I just knew that that was wrong, you had Polly for Christ's sake. I just couldn't go there, but I loved you; oh God how I loved you." She stopped for a moment, and looking at her, she still has tears running down her cheeks. "I don't know what to say honey, God that's a truck I didn't see coming. But as far as a Dad loving his daughter, I guess I fucked that up last night huh?" I asked. "You're wrong about that but let me say this first; my life has been pretty fucked up to this point, actually saying all this to you is good for me I suppose, I'm finally getting it off my chest, which I ain't got a lot of anyway." "What do you mean by that?" I ask, looking at her. She points to her breast and says. "Pretty tiny huh?" "Come on Beck, you have a lovely body, don't start about that. You're an amazing woman, and don't you let anybody tell you differently." "Yeah, nice tits huh?" "Well I think so." I say and then reach out and take her hand. "Honey, I'm sorry I didn't know about your dad. I feel bad about that, but then here I sit as a dad that's done the same thing." "Don't say that, that's not what happened here last night." "Meaning?" I ask. "Meaning, Beth came to you and you didn't know who it was. You didn't rape her, you didn't violate her in unspeakable terms, you two made love and it was fine until you found out who it was. That's when it went sour. That's what you have to deal with, not rape. "Why the hell did she tell you?" I ask. "Because she knew all about me. She also knows how I feel about you, she knows she's hurt you, and while she's not sorry she did it for her, she feels bad the way you feel about it. God Phil, I lived here for over a year, and we've always been close, even now, so back then when I finally told Beth everything about my dad, she just cried for me. I even showed her the pictures. We went out one night and burned all of them in your burn barrel because I didn't want anyone in the whole world to know what he'd done to me. Beth understood that, and has kept silent about it all these years. "Is that why you've never married, I mean because of what your dad did?" I asked her softly. "No, I never married because I've always been in love with you. No other man ever measured up" She replied simply. Now I'm dumbfounded. What other surprises are lying in front of me I can't imagine 'cause I can't even begin to comprehend everything my little brain has been assaulted with in the last twenty four hours. "Are you still unsure of men because of your dad?" "No, the therapy finally got me out of that. It wasn't my fault mom left, it wasn't my fault dad did what he did, and it certainly wasn't my fault dad took himself out. He did that, not me. I've gotten over all the guilt shit. Took awhile, but I'm over it. Actually, truth be known; I feel sorry for my dad, he was sick and never got any help." "What did Beth say to you about her and I?" I ask. "She told me what she'd done, and how you'd reacted; she's devastated. You gotta know how much she loves you as a daughter, not a lover or something, she just said she'd really fucked up and she's terrified that you won't forgive her." "And what do you think about what she did?" "It's fucked up, but I understand it, it's just not a place she should have gone. Phil, you're a decent guy, if she'd really thought about who you are and how you are, she'd have never done it. I already told you I love you, probably for all the wrong reasons, but I do and I'm a little mad at her for what she did. I'll get over it, I love Beth too. This just isn't something that she needs to go see a shrink over. A person makes a mistake, they get forgiven, and life goes on, ya know?" "That simple for you is it?" I ask. "No goddamn it, it isn't simple, Freud could have a ball with what she did, but for you to forgive her, well... that's pretty simple. Sometimes people make mountains out of mole hills, and maybe you should think about it before you get your shovel out and start digging." I think for a moment and then something comes up in my mind that I hadn't quiet gotten straight yet. "Becky, does Beth really know how you really feel about me?" I ask softly. "She does now. Well, she's known it for a bit. When I came back from college, I came out here and stayed for awhile, remember?" I nod my head. "Well, one day we're all around the pool and you're doing hamburgers on the grill. Polly and Beth are in and out of the house and I'm just sitting there looking at you. Finally Beth comes over and sits on the chaise with me and says 'He's married you know.' And I'm stunned." "I told her to screw off, but she gets real serious and tells me to come with her, which I do. We go into her room and she turns around facing me with her hands on her hips and asks me if I'm in love with her dad. I hang my head and tell her no, but she won't buy it. Finally I do admit it, and she just hugs me and says she knows how screwed up I was and that maybe I should go back to the counselor I'd worked with when I lived here and try to get through the whole thing. She told me that loving you wasn't right and that you'd 'freak out' if you ever knew." "Well, that's what I did; I lived here another couple of months, saw the therapist, got my career going, and finally bought my house. I learned to live with what had happened, knew I could never be with you, and hung onto every moment I was around you. When Polly died I was so torn I didn't know what to do. You treated me like a daughter, well you, and Polly both did, you're all the family I ever knew. So I did the best I could to help you and Beth through that time and decided that I'd just be here for you two. When Beth told me what she'd done, I was more worried about you than her. See, I knew it was bad, I knew how you'd feel, so I decided to bring you home, get you in bed and then go home." "Trouble was, when I called Beth and told her you were in bed she really did want me to stay and make sure you didn't get up and hit the booze again. Phil, when Polly died you damn near drank yourself to death, do you realize that?" I nodded, hanging my head. "Well, Beth and I did all we could to pull you out of that haze and when you did stop the drinking we felt great. When I came into the bar I was upset because I thought you were headed into the heavy drinking again, and for all the wrong reasons." "So anyway, I call Beth; she asks me to stay and then in a light moment says that I could be the best thing that's ever happened to you. She said that it would be good for both of us to have someone in our lives. She was excited about the thought of you and I being together, and ended up saying something like, he's a great lover too." "Well, that's why I got into bed with you with only my panties and a shirt. I guess I did hope we'd end up doing the horizontal hula, I just never thought about all the heavy duty shit we'd get into tonight. Ya know?" I turn directly to her then and pull her into me. She comes willingly, and I get the hug I've wanted for so long. I just hold her for a moment, kiss her hair and hug her again, then say: "Honey let's get some sleep, I'm tired, my mind is going a million miles an hour and I just want to lay down and forget all this bullshit for a couple hours." She pulls back, looks me in the eye, and kisses my lips with a quick little peck. "Suits me," she says and smiles, then finishes, "Jesus Christ, lighten up, okay?" I smile, stand up, then pull her to me. She stands there silently until I pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom. Before anything else happens, I lean to her and kiss her fully on the lips, she returns the kiss with love, not anything urgently sexual, just a nice gentle, god-do-I love-you-kiss, and then gently, ever so gently I take her shirt off and lay her down. I lay down beside her and as I turn on my side, she turns her back to me, cuddles up to my belly and sighs. "God I love you Phil, I love you so much." She says softly and begins to cry. This is no time to talk; it's just time to hold her, to reassure her, hell, to reassure me that the world is still round, the sun will come up in the morning, and that we'll deal with all of it when that happens. I pull her as close as I can, put my arms around her and sigh. I think tonight, well, what's left of tonight, I'm gonna sleep like a baby. And I do, actually, I think we both do, because you know what? When the phone goes off in the morning with it's shrieking ring, neither one of us has moved, she's still stuck to my belly, and I'm still loving the feeling. "Dad?" the voice says... and it's shaky as it says it. *To Be Continued...*

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Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 54 Tags: clean, no sex, epic fantasy, ongoing, character progression, character growth, fantasy, dungeons and dragons, d&d, story **Chapter 12 – Hard Pressed** *"Sarah? Let me tell you about Sarah. She's a half-blood that wouldn't let you think otherwise; as capricious and beautiful as any elf, curvy and intelligent like a human and 'blessed' with the bleakest sense of humor I've ever seen. The captain says she worked in the gear pits in Pamor but she says that's not the case, insisting she's of noble blood.* *A marchioness with a tongue like gold, appetites like a sailor and the cunning and tenacity of a gutter rat. She is both sheep and a survivor. . . .to put Sarah into a box is to count on one hand the time it takes her to carve her way out of it, by any means necessary. But almost always with a quick smile and sharp remark. You could almost imagine a time when these sorts of challenges would've inspired child-like wonder in her, but there's none of that now. It's about survival. Not every challenge is world ending, but she'll be gods damned if she's going to let it get in her way. She won't rest until it's sorted out to her satisfaction. I almost feel bad for her, but the captain says it's her way of coping with an insane world; becoming insane herself.* *The trick to it, she (the captain, not Sarah) says (of Sarah's mindset) is to turn off concepts of right and wrong and do what's best. Be pragmatic and calculating. Serve it up with a friendly smile and a quick line of bullshit and you make out with everything you need. No one needs to see the self-destructive tendencies that drive her to skip meals and avoid forming close bonds, they only need to see the polished facade and not think to look at what's underneath.* *Sarah likes it that way. Arm's distance and skin deep.* *But I've seen what's under the skin; it's ugly. It's cold and lonely. A story scribed on a black scroll in flowing script sealed with ageless wax and stored inside a marble castle that no one will penetrate. And yet here I stand waiting for the portcullis to open, a fool librarian that would spend the rest of his life cataloging the words inside and try to bring their meaning to the rest of world.* *Yes, I know Sarah.* *I wish I didn't, but I can't help myself.* *I love her."* Ithric Kettar Journal Entry Recovered From Ship's Log of the RCME Lostariel Belencamp (Almoor, Estan Free States Registration) Originally stolen off the coast of Pamor, washed up empty of cargo and crew in Amoor. \~Sarah\~ Insanity was a word Sarah hated. She liked to consider herself 'eccentric' if anything, but when it came to her plan, she had to admit there may have been a small amount of questionable math involved. She fumed on this from the fore of her new ship as it was carefully wheeled down a weathered trail. They'd paid good money– as in far too much for fair market value– for 'matched pairs' of horses from travelers heading to Sorash in order to make the miniaturized Brig transportable. Six horses in total towing what had to have been several hundred marks of white oak and all the wood working tools and provisions they'd need for a week. Even doing the rough calculations said their journey would take a month or more, their gold reserves were already dwindling and the chance of them having a bounty on their head was practically a given. Questionable math, yes. But insane? Maybe. It was slow. The ship was large enough to take up half of the caravan trail that, despite the dirt being packed from frequent travel, still left an identifiable gouge from the six wheels she'd cobbled together to the frame she'd constructed to carry her new prize. Of course, there was the issue of the three days it'd taken to put everything together and get a working plan in order. . . .or the fact that they were riding around in a *boat* in a landlocked region. Even Keiter, someone who managed quite successfully to be unreadable to Sarah because of his reptilian features had an expression that said he was questioning her sanity. In retrospect, he was probably right to. Not that she was going to say it. No, she was going to take another puff on her narcotic cigar and pretend the world didn't exist for a few more moments while the scent of strawberries and delirium eroded the parts of her brain screaming *good* ideas. Like running. Like slipping the mooring of the boat and using their new horses to scatter to the winds. But it was fairly apparent to the half-elf that her companions had no such designs in mind; Tessarie picked at her coat while watching Sarah lounge and Keiter, having finished adjusting his robes to be more fitting to his form, looked on; expectant. As though Sarah had any idea why she was doing what she was doing. Not about to be upstaged by crushing doubt, she took another pull and smiled as the 'wagon' bounced and pitched against the trail. They sat where the hold would be amidst a plethora of tools and sundries, with only burlap sacks for furniture and nothing in the way of distractions. But Sarah had a plan for that. It occurred to her then, as it had so often in the last couple of days, that she had truly gone off the deep end. In a moment of desperation, reaching for what *started* her problems in the first place was sickening. It was *obscene* to the memory of those who'd died in her creation. People she couldn't even name; people who were fa– It wouldn't come. That block that'd been erected in her sould when she'd taken her pact with the Engineer's cherub kept her from speaking of those who'd been important to her. She could remember them, if not specifically how they were, but any attempts to speak or think too hard about them swam away from her like a fish from a bear. Gods above she had lost her mind. Another hit. No, she had a plan. She had an idea. Yes, Haras was right, the ship could fly– the math was still bouncing around between her pointed ears somewhere, they'd need to *build* it again but the ideas were there. Another hit. To honor Ithric. Lostariel. Gods it'd been so long. "Sarah?" Tessarie said warily. "Are you okay?" She smiled a far-off grin at the memory– little cheeks, beautiful green eyes. Or were they blue? Lostariel's eyes. . . "mmhm. . ." She went to take another hit, to dull the world even more. Maybe she could remember if she was high enough. Even thinking of their names brought their memory to her, something she'd never be allowed by virtue of her divine 'contract'. What a cruel joke, one's own family, the *reason* she became a priest in the first place. Stolen but just within view. She took another hit. It'd been more than just her body that died attached to that anchor. She was an idiot to accept the bargain, she should've died– there was honor in suicide. There was peace. There was *mercy* in oblivion. It was Keiter who stopped her, taking the cigar from her with little protest. He pitched it down the gaping hole in the floor where the exhaust port would have to go. "You're crying." He said softly, eyes turning to her. "I miss them," she whispered. "Who?" "I– I can't." Tess piped in, apparently oblivious to the conversation. "Are you sure we're going to make it to the Veil in this? The carriage was pretty nondescript." It was then Sarah realized she'd been whispering. "I mean, we've nothing like *this* in the Veil." Sarah laid her head back and closed her eyes letting her haze wear on for a little bit, relaxing into the idea of Ithric's arms around her and Lostariel laying on her chest. Just a few minutes. That was all she needed. To remember. To be humanoid again. It was with that image in her mind's eye she drifted off to sleep, unaware she was even slipping. "Sarah?" "Sarah!" She awoke with a start, bleary and exhausted, her brain frantically trying to piece together what had happened. Images of a strong man holding her and a babe on her chest– fire. Destruction. A boat at sea and an anchor beside her . Keiter was over her and Tess was climbing up the rope ladder to the deck. They weren't moving. "Buh?" "I hate when you do that. . ." He said in the firmest tone she'd ever heard from the little kobold. "That plant in those is poison." "For you a poison. For me, a release, my good man." She removed her glasses and rubbed the crusty feeling from her eyes. Gods had she always been this tired? She shook it off and rose painfully to a seat. "How long have I been out?" "A while. Night fell some time ago and Caldion made camp, you didn't wake up no matter what we did, so I told them to let you rest." Keiter glanced to the side deliberately in some mimicry of shame or uncertainty. "You mumble strange things in your sleep, my friend." "I truly wish you'd not do that–" "I worry." "It doesn't make it any less invasive! Now were we in the same bed, mayhap I could forgive such minor oversights, but–" "Sarah." his tone was warning, his little hand touched her shoulder as he met her eyes. "I worry." She sighed theatrically. Though deep down it irritated her, some part was warmed by the idea that he was, as ever he had been, true to his word. It wasn't the facade of someone *trying* to be human, but the care of a life long friend that had spoken those words. She leaned against him lightly, bringing her arm around his shoulders. "I'm fine. Really. This was just all happening a little faster than I think any of us planned. Heavens, a month ago I was planning to pay a visit to the temple to see you marry off that rich tart and her fiance. . . .now look at us. On the run- *again*- and dreaming of ships!" "You never did show up for that wedding." He gave her a look. Sarah glanced away with false admonishment. "I may have been a *little* tipsy that evening–" "Morning. It was to be a morning ceremony." "Morning! Yes, how crass of me. I– they blend together after a while." If the kobold had any way of displaying humor, Sarah wondered if he was using the opposite to express his displeasure. The look of irritation and faint betrayal said a lot more than any frown could have. She didn't hesitate to bring her finger under his chin and try to smile, but he stepped back all the same, uttering a 'dinner is cooking.' before climbing through the hole in the floor to exit the ship. Sarah stared after her friend, trying to compose a line that'd placate the kobold but nothing came to mind immediately. She let herself fall back against her bag and sighed deeply, staring at the underside of the top deck as though it held some deeply ingrained wisdom, something she could unlock to make sense of the world and her life. But even if it did, even if there was some grand revelation to be had– if she'd been given the answers to unfuck the glorious mess she'd made of her life, she'd have ignored it and laughed as she did so. Her's was a self-determined lifestyle, she was going to be the captain of her own ship, even if it meant smashing into the gods damned jetties; it'd be her hand that turned the wheel and no one else. She rolled over to all fours and pushed herself up from there, stripping out of her coat and looking around the hull, taking it in for the hundredth time since she'd agreed to buy the vessel in the first place. It was fairly small, being roughly sixty percent the size of a wind and sail Brig but still more than enough floor space for– gods, for the reactor, the turbines. Ducting. Sarah walked the keel from stem to stern trying to drudge up memories that had been worn by three decades of alcohol, drugs and resentment. *Her* ship had been larger, maybe? Maybe this was too small– "Stop that," she whispered to the empty room. "Just. Stop." She took a deep breath and settled her hand on one of provision barrels. There were a lot of reasons to doubt: the *"Paramour"* had crashed on it's third long haul voyage despite having been moored to the lighthouse for weeks between journeys. She'd done *something* wrong, she had a chance at figuring it out– or repeating it– and the only thing running through her mind was the size of the damned ship? She dug her thumb nail into the barrel's wood until it made a mark. She had a chance to make it right, she had a *chance* to secure a future that would let her make peace with her past; wasn't *that* worth trying for? In the twenty years since becoming a priest, a functionally immortal creature, she'd never been able to look forward. But now, with this possibility before her? How could she *dare* say no? Sarah quietly walked over to the paint she'd secreted away from Chance when he wasn't looking. Stolen. She'd stolen it. And why shouldn't she have? She picked up the horsehair brush, dipped it and started painting the rear wall charcoal black. Once it was done she held her hand over it and opened those ducts in her body to her divine 'gift'. A tingle of pain in her nerve endings gave way to death and decay, leaving her digits numb and faintly unpleasant as her natural atrophy carried from her body into the paint– by keeping focused she managed to keep the speed and power of its effects to a minimum, aging the paint to a state of dryness and in some places cracking, but in its curing it set hard enough to serve her purposes. As she cradled her hand she looked for the pouch of chalk she'd left beside the supplies. Once she could feel her finger tips again she plucked a bit out of the pouch, hesitated looking at the blank board. There was still time to turn away– they had the horses and the coin to go anywhere. . . She didn't have to do this. She could still run. Sarah hefted the piece of chalk to the board, fingers trembling as she began the only equation she could remember clearly, the one she'd struggled with for years. Some part of her, some part deeply buried was smiling, hoping. It was good to be doing something productive. \# Three days and a few leagues later when they stopped to make camp, Sarah was still fussing with the calculations. By now her blackboard took up most of the rear of the ship, filling in the space between the ribs and leaving her hands thoroughly stained with chalk. It was tedious and irritating work, fishing around muddled memories for scraps of truth and while those brief flashes of insights and familiarity were welcome, they were pale and empty imitations of what *should* have been there. And then there were the interruptions. As soon as Sarah thought she had found her stride, Tessarie would ask some inane question or Keiter would bug her about something– or, worse still, the bloody paladin thought it was funny to stop the gods damned ship. She'd more than once been thrown against the wall when something jostled the wheels or he'd stopped abruptly. It was beginning to irritate her no end. She wasn't *meant* to be working with people near her who didn't understand. Her husband knew that, he'd had the good courtesy to– "Sarah?" Tessarie chirped. Gods. *Dammit.* "What?!" The elf startled and backed away. She held her hands up in a defensive posture while fumbling for her words. "Ah- s- sorry. B- But you haven't eaten and we've–" "I'm quite all right." Sarah turned back to her work. She realized absently that the carriage wasn't moving and in fact that something smelled quite *good*. Pork stew, maybe some vegetables of some kind and something else. Garlic? Maybe that was it. She was salivating almost immediately, then she noticed that she *felt* remarkably tired and weak. Her hands were trembling and her sides bothered her in some non-specific way. When *was* the last time she ate? Tess was climbing the ladder out when she put her chalk down. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I–" A beat. The truth, then. "It has been a long while since I've had anything *stimulating*, I have a habit of getting wrapped up in what it is I'm doing." She offered Sarah a weak smile that held none of the usual revery fitting an elf. "It's okay. But we worry. . ." Sarah took a beat to compose herself and drew out her usual empty smile as she made her way for the egress, "Nothing to worry about at all!" The mask fit easy and familiar. "I may be tired, but I would be a poor friend indeed were I to let such trivialities drive a wedge between us. Now, let's see what the boys are up to and what smells so delightful, shall we?" She squinted against the early evening gloom and felt her way alongside the rail to the rope ladder slung over the side, eventually managing to make it down to where a small camp fire was warming an iron kettle and three folding chairs had been arranged in a semi-circle. Keiter was clutching a little bowl of stew in his lap and Caldion was pouring himself one, stalling for a moment when he saw her. Of course, somehow the idea of a warm welcome seemed beneath him. "The princess arrives." "Good man, I am a Marchioness. If you're going to be pedantic, you can use my title, hm?" He scoffed and claimed his seat. "I didn't bring the other bowl down, you've been ignoring us for the last week." "W- Week?" No. No, surely that wasn't right. "*Week?!*" "Uh huh." He snerked. A touch of amusement in his features. Was he serious or just– No. He was lying. "Oh ho! Very amusing *paladin.* Wonderfully representative of your ilk even if it's a poor reflection upon your church. Now, be so kind as to fetch a bowl and a chair?" She almost added 'before I pass out' but somehow it galled her to think those words would cross her lips in his presence. He stared at her for a second as though she'd asked him to use the bowl for a hat. Then, still looking her in the eye, he took a sip of his dinner and leaned back, content. "Yes, very representative." She muttered, turning towards the ship. She grabbed a rung and planted her foot on the bottom rung, preparing to climb. Her body stopped there, refusing to move. When she tried to push herself up she slumped back down. Again and again she tried but her body refused– she braced her hand against the hull as weakness wore her down to near collapse, and there she stood until Keiter stepped up beside her and took her hand, leading her back to the campfire. Somehow Caldion had slipped off without her noticing and so she deposited herself in his seat and, with Keiter's help, ate his dinner. When he returned he had a couple of bed rolls under his arm and some other gear in preparation for the night. He gave her a dirty look but it lacked the venom of sincerity. Everyone had a task they'd fallen into and they performed it without so much as a word one way or the other. It was amusing, but it also reminded Sarah she hadn't actually spent time with either of them. The silence was a reminder of the things she'd neglected, something left undone. By way of opening the door, she leaned forward and said, "I'm fairly sure I have it figured out." Tess took the bait thankfully. "What's that?" It was a lie, of course, but Sarah went with it all the same: "Imagine for a moment that you could overcome the force of air and instead of having to walk everywhere, you'd glide." "You mean fly?" "Well. . . .yes– you're falling gracefully, in such a way that you don't feel the weight of your body and if you're careful with how you angle yourself with the thrust you're producing, you can push yourself back up in perpetuity." Sarah crossed her legs and removed her glasses so she could wipe her face. "At least that was how I remember it. . ." Keiter and Tess shared a look that seemed somehow more meaningful than anything she'd recalled from the two. Even the paladin seemed to have a vague allusion of understanding what they were on about. What the hell had changed in her absence? Or had she always been that blind? It wouldn't have been the first time. "Posh," she whispered to herself. The logical answer would've probably been to sit back and integrate herself into the group once more. Catch up on the goings on of things- find out where they were. It'd been too long, though. In Sarah's mind, still full of numbers and vectors, she couldn't solve for social grace. So she observed. While the others were laying down the sleeping arrangements– including one for Sarah, she noticed– Caldion went about stringing up their cookware in a wide perimeter around the camp site. Once they were finished they gathered close and drew straws. Caldion drew short. Keiter and Tess crawled into their bags leaving Sarah stuck with the damned paladin. For his part in it, he moved his chair over on the opposite side of the fire as though she'd lash out and strike him or something. When he was suitably comfortable, he drew a blade and quietly began sharpening it. The silence lingered between them. Sarah was content to let it. So was Caldion. And so it did. It wasn't *her* fault he'd gotten himself involved, she'd tried to keep him *out* of it. What the hell did he have to be so sullen about? He was invading *her* life and now he had the gall to just play it off in silence? The nerve. Two could play this game. Sarah huffed and leaned forward. He looked towards her. She opened her mouth to speak. Caldion didn't. Why didn't he? Wasn't he going to explain where they were going or how come he'd chosen *her* life to ruin with his shenanigans? He sat looking at her cooly, answering her without a word. That stung. Sarah spread her hands as if to say 'well?' Caldion still kept quiet, honing the edge on his dagger. Sarah huffed again. "Ok-" "I win." She stared. "You," The boy cleaned his blade off on his trousers and sat forward. "Were trying to get me to say something." "I was trying to understand why you thought to stare at me in such a manner as to suggest I was responsible for whatever contrived inconvenience you were going through." "You mean why I haven't run off yet." Sarah cocked her head. "A very paladinly sense of self worth. In certain circles, I think that would be rather quaint– now had you not tried repeatedly to rob me of my freedom and by extension my very life, I would likely be in one of those circles." Caldion produced a little bag of nuts, kicked one foot over the other and sat back. He stared at her as though he expected her to continue while he ate. When she didn't, he kept on eating anyway. At her flat expression he merely smiled. A thin kind of smile that said he thought he had her figured out. Was that so? Sarah launched into fluent Sphinx with a cocky churn to her dictation that made her sound as though she was delivering a lecture. "*In the Free States when an orphanage child reaches an age of awareness, they're given a test of gears. A simple puzzle in which parts are stacked,*" she mimed holding a small box. "*If the puzzle is too hard for the child, their future is set in the mines. Very uncouth. Very unfair. . . .for many, very short. Those who can finish the puzzle get to go to the gear pits.*" She smiled as his self-assured expression began to waver. Then she pointed at him and said in a more common tongue. "I bet you'd have loved it." The boy at least had the good grace to look faintly admonished. Once crisis out of the way, Sarah massaged her eyes and took stock of the camp site such as she could– for all she knew about camping and protecting oneself from the wilds, it looked pretty secure. They'd at least have warning if something came along trying to eat their food. Of course, that was only because Caldion knew what he was doing. Sarah looked over. She was just about to ask him where he'd learned his skills when he got up to relieve himself. Under normal circumstances she'd have followed through but– no. Sleep was more important. They were going to be spending a lot of time together whether they'd wanted to or not, they could stretch it out. The gear pits had taught her how to be patient. \# The trend of keeping silent company followed for the next few days. Sarah made a concerted effort to conscript the others into her work by having them take measurements of the ship several times, building temporary furniture into the hold and with a little elbow grease they made something of a home out of the ugly tub. It wasn't big on privacy but no one seemed too bothered, Tessarie was comfortable with a little corner and a blanket strung up and if Keiter had ever shown an interest in privacy in all the time Sarah had known him, she'd missed it. It made their living situation about as communal as one could get. All the while Sarah churned out designs on her makeshift blackboard with every calculation drudged up from the deepest parts of her memory. It was hard, slow and agonizing; she was working old muscles that had atrophied under a tidal wave of booze, sex and time and she'd be damned if she was going to trust them to lift the ship. But then again, they *had* a couch that worked as intended, didn't they? It was little more than four legs and a platform with a backing, but it was technically a couch. She still checked on it every few dozen leagues to make sure it hadn't loosened up somewhere along the way. She was in the middle of one of those investigations when Keiter's presence drew her attention. Ass up, crouched down checking the nails in the floor was probably not the first time- nor worst- way in which he'd found her. "And how is my favorite friend?" Keiter was quiet for a moment, maybe watching. Eventually he said, "I wonder what plans you have, I wonder why you haven't told me about them." When she didn't respond immediately, he added. "I wonder where my friend has been in this, too. I haven't seen you like this since The Village." At that Sarah looked back. Keiter was perched on one of the ship's ribs with his claws dug into the wood for balance against the rattling. Reluctantly she turned away from her work and spread her arms to invite him into her lap. He didn't come. Where did she even begin? How much did she even believe herself? Sarah frowned as she glanced to the side. "The truth?" Keiter said softly as his little shoulders slumped. "Isira tells me things, She knows you lie–" "Don't." Sarah said flatly. A little too cold. "She has no right to preach truth." Keiter clicked his tongue sharply. Irritation? At Sarah? Since when? "She cares for both of us, she looks over me–" "So do I!" "I'm not human," he said simply. "I don't know when you're lying. And I don't want to. . . .I love you for who you are, not what you say or do. If you tell me this is for the best, I believe you because I know. But you aren't you." His hands spread consciously. A deferential gesture. "It pains me to see my friend this way." Sarah massaged her eyes a few times wondering what she'd tell him to placate him. She aimed for the truth. "I'm not entirely sure. I. . ." hesitation? Her? The cold truth, then. "I've been running for so long I don't know where to go any more. There's nowhere left *to* go. If I can be found from coast to coast, the only chance we have is off the ground. But! But. . ." "But?" She swept her hair back and exhaled through clenched teeth. "I can't trust myself to build so much as a fucking spice rack without calipers, a t-square and blueprints." She planted her feet a distance apart with her arms on her knees and her chin on her hands looking to her oldest friend. "I am a terrible priest and an even worse engineer." She smiled ruefully. That admission felt a hell of a lot heavier than it should have. Even without the sudden assault on her mental defenses that Sarah felt her Cherub launch into. Pushing, probing. Clawing for a weakness. Sarah wasn't about to give it one. She clamped down even harder. Keiter inhaled deeply and sighed. "This is why you fuss with that bench?" "Couch," Sarah corrected. "It has upholstery!" Insofar as burlap could be considered upholstery anyway. "Couch." He drawled the word, then clicked his tongue again. "I've known you a long time, but never to be terrible at anything. You *chose* to excel even with things beneath you. You take pride in it. . . .I've seen your eyes light when you finish scrubbing floors and when you finish convincing someone to give you their time. Any job done well–" "It's different." Sarah hefted herself up and eased herself down on the couch warily, waiting- feeling for any flex, any give. "I can't present it in any better a fashion than to say that were you in my shoes, I feel you might well feel the same! Or, failing that, perhaps you would become more keenly attuned to how positively monumental what you're asking of me actually is." "I'm not asking anything." Keiter rocked back when the boat jostled. "I'm your friend as you are mine, but you never tell me what's wrong so I can help." Sarah eyed him for a moment. It hadn't been long since Sorash and the slaughter of his congregation, the loss of the temple and even his visit Isira. The three most powerful moments of any cleric's life, Sarah imagined. She hadn't taken even a moment to ask how *he* was doing and to see after his health, yet here he was. . . A deep sense of shame rolled through her as she looked on and wondered what should have come out of her mouth. If nothing else, didn't she owe her best- and only- friend someone worthy of the title? Sarah rested her fore arms on her knees and leaned forward. "I may chose to excel in the technical competencies I undertake, but you my friend? You excel where I fall short time and again. Gods, were it possible for me to put into words my feelings. . ." "You can if you chose to," he said simply. She could, of course. Well, why not? "It's often the goal of an Engineer to create something worthy of being considered something more than they themselves are, hm? Some would say this should be the goal of parents, too." He looked vaguely confused for a moment before eventually trotting over to her and resting a hand on her knee. "That would mean you've excelled once again." "In the end, I've surely excelled." Sarah gave him a side hug. "But let's not pretend you haven't had other teachers, shall we?" "I would never." He patted her knee again. "You deserve to smile, if I can help you do that I'm being a good cleric and a good friend. What you need I can't give you-" he motioned around "but I can ask you to teach me. We can learn together." "She teach you that, did She?" "Yip!" He said with obvious theatrically. Sarah laughed, squeezed him and sighed. "I'm sorry, Keiter." She murmured. "I've been a terrible friend." "For a long time. But you're still more a friend than I deserve." "Forgive me?" "For now." He ran his claws through her hair. "I'll forgive you, but right now we need a direction. You always told me to know where you were heading and who was coming with you." Sarah mumbled. "Never forget the order." "Yip." For the first time in a long time, Sarah actually felt grounded– there was a lot of work to do, but she could handle it if she had someone beside her. And in that moment she did. She wasn't alone. It had been so long. . .

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Title: Preternatural - Part I by Eben Black Tags: Character Development, Horse, Husky, M/M, No-Yiff, Romance \_© All characters and storylines involving said characters belong to me: Eben Black. Here's a lil' something I'm working on for fun while my assessments are going on at uni. Don't really have time to sit down and work on anything too serious, so here's a little story that I might work on in depth a bit more when I have a bit more time. As usual there is M/M relationships and loving involved. 18+ only. Happy fappin' :D \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \_ **1.** Formal dinners. I hated them. What was it about this simple social gathering that ticked me off so much? The formal attire? No. I looked damn good in a suit. Was it the etiquette that annoyed me? Nope. I could handle being the more polite Sasha, compared to the usual down-to-Earth version. So what was it about them that frustrated me so much? To be honest. I had no idea. There was something, something about them that just made me want to climb back into bed and hide. Hide? Me? Sasha Hudson, Los Angeles' most renowned preternatural investigator? Surely not. But there you have it. I stood in the bathroom, half-dressed. I had slipped into the dress pants of the tailored Italian suit. What? Italian-cut was always comfortable and looked good on my toned frame. I made enough money in investigation to pick up a suit or two. The line of the pants never creased as it fell down my legs in a flow of black material. I had the dress shirt, done in palest blue, buttoned up and fastened in place. The collar was upturned and I was struggling with that black tie that for whatever reason eluded me. I'd tied a tie a hundred times. Why was I struggling now? I fastened it for the umpteenth time and frowned at what I saw. I snatched the tie from my throat and started over. The suit's jacket hung on the back of the bathroom door while I fiddled with that slender tie. It was a wedding reception, not a date with the queen of England. I fastened it into place and winced. I hated it. I pulled it free and started over. The wedding had occured earlier that morning at ten o'clock. I hadn't been invited. I had heard the grand event was family only. Fair enough. Wasn't my wedding, so who was I to bitch and moan? It was plain to see that I was anxious. I growled low in my throat as I undid the tie again. A stifled laugh slashed all the hushed silence that the bathroom had swamped me in. I looked up and found Shane Rochelle, a six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, muscular shire horse, fresh from the festivities of his older brother's wedding. His own suit fit to the towering frame and never broke its line, even with all that muscle packed inside it. His own tie, draped around his neck as he leaned against the door frame and grinned at me. If he wasn't so boyishly handsome, I'd have been as pissed at him as I was at the tie. "Having trouble there?" he asked in that deep, familiar voice I'd grown to love. I nodded and stifled a pout. I would not be a brat about this. "I think its anxieties that's making me so angry at the damn thing," I said as I draped the tie over one shoulder. Shane stepped into the bathroom and grinned at me still. Most people found my moods dangerous, while he found them adorable. "You have nothing to be anxious about." "That's what you think? Your not meeting your partner's parents for the first time," I replied as I watched him move into the bathroom in the mirror above the sink. "I told you we could ride out to Louisiana anytime and meet your folks if you wanted," he reminded me. "My folks? My homo-hating parents and their judgemental comments? I doubt that, Shane, I really doubt that." I grinned as I said it. I looked back at my reflection. I stood at five-foot-seven. Not bad for a husky of twenty-one, but compared to Shane I was a damn dwarf. I have light blue and white fur, white across the chest, stomach and hands, the rest was the pale, pastel blue that newborn baby boys sometimes wear. The pastel blue matched the pale-blue colour of my eyes. The eyes had been inherited from a hateful father. Believe it or not, but you can go to college, get a degree in an excellent field, earn a fantastic living, help loads of people, and still be considered an animal to your folks for simply being gay. Sad, but true. Shane had offered a couple of times to help me reconsole with my folks. No thanks. I cared about our relationship here in LA more than I cared about them. Did I still love them? Kinda. It was hard to hate the people you've loved for a generous portion of your life, but there you go. Life, I suppose. Shane stepped up behind me, hands gripped my shoulders as he leaned down and nuzzled his face against mine. He was one, warm comforting line behind me. We'd dated for seven months and had traded keys to one another's apartments. I lived here in the Pallisades, while he lived in Malibu. The apartment was one of those open-planned modern ones. All varnished floorboards, kitchenette raised on its own platform at one end, and a balcony-area with the master bedroom and en suite bathroom. It was a regular bachelor pad, not that I saw it much during the day. This was my first weekend off in over six months. It had been rough trying to date and work endless hours at once. I had pulled it off though, through strategic scheduling and late night cuddles on the couch. The odd dinner date here and there, and we'd made it. Shane lifted the tie from around my neck and started to fasten it in place while standing behind me. I'd seen others fasten from the front, but never from behind. You learn something new everyday. He tightened it and pulled it a little closer than needed. It was perfect. He reached for the jacket and helped me slip into it. He leaned close when he had fastened the buttons on the jacket and tucked the tie down, beneath the V-neck of the jacket. He trailed his hands over the shoulders and smoothed it into place. He slipped his arms around my middle and rested his head against my shoulder, looking at me in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. "There," he whispered. "Thanks." "Is it wierd that all I wanna do now is get you undressed and into the shower with me?" he asked with a grin. I could feel that rush of heat. Me? Blushing? Damn you, Shane. "I'd be offended if you didn't want to," I said. See. I could still be flirtacious, even in the middle of an intense blush. He grinned wider and kissed my jawline. "Perhaps later tonight," he whispered before he turned and headed out of the bathroom, into the master bedroom. I frowned and watched him leave the bathroom, positively bouncing with childish glee. "We are so not fucking at your parents' house tonight!" I called after him. "We'll see," he called back over his shoulder. He'd started fastening his own tie. "Yeah we will." "Aren't you going to ask how the wedding went?" he asked as he perched himself on the end of the bed and looked back at me. I padded into the bedroom and watched him at the threshhold of the door. "How did it go?" I asked. He smiled and replied, "As perfect as a wedding could go. The mother's sobbed, the father's looked on proudly, and the flower-girl got a sickening "awww" from the onlookers." He looked thoughtful for a heartbeat and then said, "And I think James is banging one of the other bridesmaids. Chantelle, I think." "What makes you think that?" I grinned back. James was his younger brother. The Rochelle household had had three sons. James being the youngest in his late-teens. "He and the bridesmaid in question have been blushing and exchanging looks all day. I think the onlookers were more interested in their antics than the actual bride and groom," he laughed. "That's weddings for you. The bride looks beautiful, the groom looks dashing, but its the backstage antics that get people interested," I replied. He nodded and said, "Dad's looking forward to meeting you, by the way. He asked about you earlier." I padded across the bedroom, headed for the wardrobe. I tousled Shane's long, dark brown hair as I passed him. "Thanks for trying to make me more comfortable." He looked up at me, nonplussed. He had a pale brown coat on him, trimmed fine and close to that muscular form. His head hair was long and dark brown, a wavy mass that he'd braided over one shoulder for the event. I looked into those pale-brown eyes of his and added, "Your father never asked about me." "He did. I'm being serious. He asked how things were with us and when I said they were excellent, he said "good, I'm looking forward to meeting him at last", promise." He even did a salute. "Fine, fine." I fastened the dress shoes in place with their small buckles and let the pants cover them before turning and holding up my arms at my sides like a mannequin. "How do I look?" He looked me up and down and then murmured, "I don't know." "W-What?" "I feel like somethings missing, something that you wear all the time and have taken out." He lay back against the bedspread and reached for the bedside table. He picked up the three small, silver loop piercings I owned. "Seriously?" I replied with a raised eyebrow. "Sasha, all I ask is that you be yourself tonight. I've told them all about you and they are genuinely excited about meeting you. Honest. So, please wear what your comfortable in," he assured me as he held up the small loops. "No one's gonna disapprove?" I asked. He stood and stepped up close to me and grinned, "I might have to disapprove a little later, but we can deal with your punishment when that time comes." He spilled the loops into my open palm as he spoke. I frowned back and could still feel the blush growing hotter and hotter. "I-am-not-fucking-in-your-parents-condo," I said through the frown. "Like I said, we'll see." I fastened the loops into place, one on my left, lower ear, while the other two fastened into the tip of my right. "Fine. Now how do I look?" I asked. He looked me up and down again and then dipped his head, his lips brushed mine. The warm flesh on flesh contact made me melt for a second. The kiss deepened and then he slowly pulled back. He held me close against that towering frame, the muscles under his suit tensed a little where I supported myself against him. Was he flexing for my benefit? Surely not. I was a little breathless from the suddeness of the kiss. I shuddered a little and shook like I had just climbed out of the shower wet. "Do not do that tonight," I breathed against him as he leaned his forehead against mine. "Your my partner, my lover and my best friend. I'll do what I like with you tonight. I told you, my family is a lot more accepting than you realise. I promise," he assured me for a second time that morning. "What time is it?" I asked. He glanced at his wristwatch. A rolex no less. "Almost half twelve. The reception doesn't start for another half an hour...and we can be fashionably late if you wanted?" he suggested. A dark look bathed those pale-browns in heat. He moved an inch closer and I could feel him through his pants. He was growing harder and harder the more he pressed himself against me. I moved my knee a fraction closer to his groin and he flinched in mid-grind. "Reception first, playtime when this weekend is over." I grinned as I said the warning. He grinned back and whispered, "I cannot wait for tonight." I smirked and sniped, "Nothing is happening tonight, Shane. Trust me." He continued grinning and then leaned in. We kissed, gentle and chaste. No more antics. Time to meet the rest of the Rochelle family. Was I still nervous? A little. I'd rather be out at a crime scene now, than about to meet what could be possible, future in-laws. It was 2010. Sooner or later we'd be allow to wed like straight folks. Someday, perhaps. Til then, I was cool being Shane's partner. It was better than being called his boyfriend. Partner sounded that much more solid than boyfriend. Don't you think?

FSE

Title: Best For Who Ch. 01 Tags: prostitute, sitter, wife, threesome, roleplay, abandonment, policewoman, masturbation, stress, mff *By Sirdave64. Copyright retained by the author for all purposes.* \* 'The kids are asleep...finally,' I added an exaggerated groan to the final word as I trudged up the stairs. "Mid Week Mayhem" I had nicknamed Wednesday night's ritual of putting the kids to sleep. For some reason it was the most difficult night to get them down and it had become my night "on duty". Still, tonight hadn't been too bad once they had finished their baths. My son, Alexander (six years old - almost seven he would tell you) had fallen asleep before I'd reached the third page of the next chapter of Harry Potter. Courtney (eight years old - that's a LOT older than you Xander!) had lasted another ten pages before the eyelids became too heavy. I was pulling my tie off, having loosened the knot as I bathed them, but stopped dead in my tracks as I reached the top of the stairs. My wife, Kelly, was standing in the kitchen in the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen her in. Her breasts, smallish C cups, were nicely encased by two triangles that covered just to the top of her nipples whilst supporting their fullness and pushing her flesh into a provocative cleavage that made them look larger. The bottoms were an equally small triangle that told those who looked that the wearer required a close relationship with a beautician familiar with the intricacies of waxing. It was a deep green and Kelly looked sensational. 'Whadya think?' she asked when she saw me standing at the top of the stairs. She performed a pirouette, revealing her taut and rounded butt encased more modestly than her breasts or pubic areas. 'Sensational,' I replied honestly. 'What's the occasion?' 'I needed new swimmers,' Kelly replied, 'and these caught my eyes. How 'bout we have a drink, you get out of the office clothes and we go for a swim?' 'Deal,' I shot back at once. I sensed Kelly's mood was playful and given it had been nearly three weeks since we'd had sex, I was certainly agreeable to whatever plan she had. I grabbed some vodka from the drink cabinet as Kelly put some ice into two glasses. I found cranberry juice in the fridge door and was pouring it in when the doorbell rang. 'I'll get it,' Kelly said and skipped down the stairs. 'Watch you don't fall out of that swimsuit,' I called with a smile. I looked at the clock and wondered who would be calling in at eight thirty unannounced. I could hear Kelly's voice, and another as well but couldn't make out what was being said. Then Kelly appeared on the stairs with what appeared to be a shocked look on her face. She caught my eye and mouthed something which I couldn't make out, then realised it was "say yes". Then behind her appeared a uniformed police officer. 'Um, this police officer wants to ask you about driving the BMW today Dave,' Kelly said. I tensed up as the BMW was Kelly's car and I hadn't driven it in weeks. But I knew that Kelly had been caught speeding three times recently and faced losing her license for another offence. 'What's up officer?' I asked, trying to sound relaxed and friendly. 'Were you driving the BMW parked outside, at around three fifteen this afternoon?' The police officer was female, but there was no softness in her voice. 'Um yes, why?' I felt uneasy with the lie but hoped it didn't show. 'It was driven through a school zone in excess of thirty kilometres above the speed limit, and you failed to stop when asked to do so by an officer of the law.' Shit. That was the word that came to mind. This was more serious than I had first thought. 'Look officer, I don't remember seeing a school zone, and I certainly did not see a police car...' 'Can I see your license please?' The policewoman was standing just a few paces from me now and Kelly was shuffling nervously just behind her. I briefly imagined that my wife was feeling rather vulnerable dressed as she was. I pulled my wallet from my pocket and handed my license to the police woman. She read it, and then looked at me. 'Sit down please,' she indicated to one of our kitchen chairs. I complied. 'Are you aware of the seriousness of the two offences you committed today?' 'Well yes,' I began, 'but I can assure you...' 'I'm placing you under arrest,' she interrupted before commencing read me my rights. As she did so she produced her handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. Kelly had stuffed her hand into her mouth and was staring at me. 'You can't just arrest him,' Kelly blurted out. 'Pardon?' The officer moved from behind me to stand between Kelly and me. Sitting down gave me a different perspective and despite my predicament I noticed that the policewoman had quite a nice peach shaped bum in her tight blue pants, and that the band of her jacket was pulled tight around a petite waist. 'You can't do this!' Kelly was getting angry now and I watched as she advanced on the policewoman. 'Stand back!' The policewoman put her hand out but Kelly continued forward. It happened quickly, the policewoman pushing forward and knocking Kelly off balance. In a second she had Kelly spread eagled on the kitchen bench, her head pushed forward. 'I'm placing you under arrest for assault on a police officer,' she was intoning. Kelly went to struggle, but then the officer's baton was resting on her shoulder. Kelly submitted and the officer stepped back. The baton was dragged down from her shoulder and across her back, then I blinked twice as the officer pushed it between Kelly's buttocks and down between her legs. 'You always dress like a slut?' 'Hey!' I called and went to stand up. It was then I realised that she had not only cuffed my hands behind the back of the chair, but also used a second set of cuffs to attach me to the chair. I couldn't stand, instead the chair lifted with me. 'Sit down!' The police officer turned to look at me, then pulled off her peaked cap and flicked it onto the bench. As she did so long blonde hair spilled out from under it and fell down her back. I got a look at her face then; sharp cheek bones, a straight thin nose, full lips and eyes with too much make up on it for a policewoman. Kelly's groan brought the reality of the situation crashing onto me. This was a setup by my wife. We may not have sex that often now that we had kids, sometimes twice a month; sometimes not, but Kelly made up for it with these sorts of games. This was the first time however that it had been organised as a surprise. As I watched, the police officer was rubbing the baton quite vigorously between Kelly's legs and my wife was squealing in pleasure and grinding against it. 'I think I might just let my baton have its way with your slutty wife,' the policewoman directed her statement to me over her shoulder, 'then we might see about a plea bargain from the pair of you.' With that she reached out and flicked the tie at the hip of Kelly's swimmer bottoms, flicking it open and down so that it slid part way down her other leg. Kelly spread her legs, owning the slutty tag bestowed upon her and I watched in amazement and with growing lust as the long end of the baton worked its way between her exposed lips and into my wife. Kelly groaned and squirmed and then pushed against the baton until at least half of it was inside her. The blonde moved closer and placed one hand on Kelly's back to hold her still, then commenced to sexually pound her with the baton. It took about thirty seconds of this almost violent treatment to make Kelly come with a squeal, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open as she gasped for air. The blonde pulled the baton free and I could see it was slick with Kelly's juices as it was offered to my wife's mouth. Still gasping she licked the tip and let the arresting officer push it into her mouth. My cock was straining against my suit pants and I was eager to get involved, but both the women in front of me were acting as though I didn't exist. Kelly had turned to face the blonde, and lifted herself onto the bench, spreading her legs as wide as she could with her heels up on the marble top. This drew my eyes to the almost invisible thin strip of dark pubic hair that had been much fuller and obvious when she had stepped from the shower only this morning. The blonde stepped forward, and again placed the baton into my wife's open pussy. Her actions were gentler now and this time she leaned forward and I watched as they kissed. It was tender and passionate and I almost came in my pants. As I mentioned, Kelly had organised such trysts for us before this, but I had never seen her kiss one of our playmates in this fashion. The blonde used her other hand to wrestle the skimpy bikini top off Kelly, releasing her breasts and their very hard nipples to my view and her touch. As she did so Kelly began tugging at the utility belt, letting it hit the tiled floor with a crash that for a moment I thought would wake the kids. How the hell would we explain this to them if they appeared at the top of the stairs? Such thoughts were erased as the uniformed shirt was slipped down over two slender shoulders; one decorated with a blue star and crescent moon tattoo, and then was pulled free of the tight pants. From my vantage point I could see the blonde's petite breasts swing free, not much more than a handful but apparently natural and firm. Kelly bent her head to lick at tiny nipples, then let her tongue trace its way up over the blonde's smooth chest, slender neck and onto her mouth again. Throughout this action neither woman even glanced my way. 'Ahem!' I needed release, and not just from the handcuffs. My cock was bent in an almost painful fashion. The women broke from their kiss and looked at me, Kelly's eyes seeming to see me for the first time and she smiled reassuringly. 'Soon', she said. 'I'm in pain,' I smiled back. The blonde turned and sashayed towards me, her petite breasts swaying with each step. I dragged my eyes from them to her face, as polite norms dictate you should, before realising that as a hired sex toy I could stare at whatever parts of her anatomy I desired. 'Let me help,' she purred, bending down to tug my belt loose before proceeding to release the fly of my pants. Her long slender fingers snaked into the folds of my trousers, tugged my erection free and let it point towards the ceiling. She squeezed the tip, smiled at me then turned back to Kelly. As I watched she released her own pants, revealing her spectacularly tight, peach shaped bottom. She kicked her shoes and pants free and walked back to Kelly, much to my growing frustration. Kelly had slipped from the bench and indicated that her playmate should take a similar position on the kitchen counter top. As the blonde turned towards me I saw that her pubic area was completely devoid of hair, revealing a slender lipped pussy that promised to be as tight as her bum appeared to be. 'Open yourself,' Kelly instructed and the blonde reached between her open legs to part her outer lips. As though following a porn director's instructions, Kelly swept and tucked her hair behind her ear, giving me an unimpeded view as she began to stroke the open pussy before her with her tongue. The blonde moaned; real or not the sound stoked my arousal; and then Kelly closed her mouth over the other woman's clit, sucking at it while leaving me to imagine her tongue probing deep into the wetness being offered. I watched as the expression on the blonde's face became less controlled and realised that I was either watching a great actress or that she was in fact enjoying my wife's cunnilingus enormously. I decided on the latter when Kelly brought her hand up under her chin and seemed to ram her fingers into the blonde's pussy. Kelly's sex partner threw her head back and every muscle in her stomach and abdomen went into spasm as she came. Her thighs tensed and her legs quivered and I could hear soft guttural sounds escaping her throat as Kelly's tongue guided her through orgasm. If I could have rubbed my cock against anything softer than sandpaper I was fairly certain that I would've cum. Instead I was reduced to grunts of my own and twitching against my restraints that were now cutting into my wrists and sending my arms numb from being stretched behind me. Kelly stood between the blonde's legs and they kissed again, slower and passionately this time and I groaned again in frustration. This time Kelly turned her back to her partner, letting the blonde slide her arms around her chest where her fingers commenced playing with my wife's erect nipples. 'Something wrong?' Kelly's tone was teasing and soft but I could see the urgency in her eyes. 'Can I play?' I tried not to beg and it must've worked as Kelly stepped away and indicated that the blonde should release me. Our friend stooped to pick up her utility belt and fumbled around until she found some keys. 'Thought I'd forgotten them,' she said with a smile as she walked towards me again. This time the self confident sashay was not as evident as though she had not completely recovered her composure after her climax. She went to walk behind me then paused, turning to look at Kelly. 'Can I fuck him yet?' 'Sure,' Kelly said, sounding a little breathless. The blonde stepped in front of me, bent towards me and rolled a condom down my length. She straddled me then, her hands resting on my shoulders, and lowered herself with great control down my shaft. She was hot and tight, I could feel that through the rubber and I knew that if we had been bareback she would have been very wet too after Kelly's thorough tonguing. I tilted my head up to try and reach her mouth with mine but she leaned back with a soft laugh. Her breasts jiggled as she moved so I lowered my head to them and gently caressed her nipple with my tongue. Her skin was taut and smooth and I followed the line of her breast to her throat and up to her chin. Again she kept her mouth from mine but rested her forehead against mine as she rode me. 'What's your name?' My voice had gone throaty as my lust grew. 'Anita,' she whispered. Her eyes were blue, a light almost crystalline colour and she had fixed her gaze on mine. We moved together and it was intimate, despite the growing line of fire that was arcing down my back from my shoulder blades and the spreading numbness in my arms. 'Bring him to the bedroom when you're ready.' Kelly's voice sounded distant and glancing around Anita's slim form I saw the naked bottom of my wife swaying towards our bedroom. 'Undo my arms Anita,' I said with as much command as I could muster. 'They're going numb.' 'Okay,' she said and stepped up and off me. For a moment I regretted speaking, but I reassured myself that Anita was going to give me more pleasure before the night was out. I groaned as the handcuffs were undone and the blood began to throb through my arms, sending a million points of pins and needles down their length. Anita didn't wait, instead she walked towards the bedroom door, never looking back but I knew that she knew that my eyes were feasting on her perfect bottom and tiny waist. I went to stand and follow, but my pants slid to my knees and threatened to trip me, so I sat again, pulled off my shoes, pants and boxers, before deciding to go all out and pulled off my business shirt that was looking rather rumpled now. I tried not to run to the bedroom, but the smile on Anita's face told me that my own expression betrayed my eagerness. She was lying in the centre of the bed, resting her head on my pillow. Her legs were parted and the leg nearest me was draped around Kelly's lap. Kelly was sitting on the side of the bed, stroking the slender leg and she looked up at me as I appeared in the doorway. 'Will you fuck her while I watch?' It was perhaps a strange question for my wife to ask, but I was happy to comply, crawling onto the bed and up along Anita's hard body. The condom was still firmly in place on my erection which hadn't subsided since our last coupling, and so as I moved into place I simply directed myself into her open entrance. Anita lifted her hips slightly and I pushed deep inside her in one smooth motion. She smiled at me again and this time let me kiss her on the mouth, though she showed none of the enthusiasm she had when kissing Kelly. Never the less the feel of her tongue against mine sent my lust soaring and I pushed hard into her sex. I longed for the heightened sensation of being bareback, but these games had rules. Her pussy was tight, and at some level I knew that it was because she was hired help and not necessarily that eager. Still, I was enjoying her lithe body under mine as she pushed back against me with enough enthusiasm to drive my pleasure higher. Her nipples were hard points and I sucked on one then the other, then pushed two fingers into her mouth. Anita glared at me but sucked them obediently. Kelly knelt beside us and ran her hand from Anita's throat, over her breasts and onto her stomach, pausing as if to feel the other woman's muscles tense and relax. Then she put one hand on my abdomen and as I pulled back, ready to thrust into Anita again, she pushed me clear, smiled at me and wedged herself between us. I moved off the bed, my cock slick inside its rubber casing and watched as my beautiful wife began to tongue Anita's pussy that was still gaping after my extraction. 'You can fuck me babe,' Kelly broke contact to urge me forward again, and then she returned to Anita. I rolled the condom off my erection, grabbed the base of my shaft and positioned myself behind my wife. I ran the tip of my cock along her slit, rewarded with her waggling her ass at me. Anita was gasping under Kelly's attention, and not wanting Kelly to lose concentration I pushed forward with small, slow movements, first slipping the head inside, then an inch; then another. Kelly held her hips still, though her head bobbed up and down and side to side and Anita's body seemed to react in unison with more exaggerated motions. It was a highly erotic sight. Finally I was buried fully inside Kelly, savouring the heat and wetness, and I grabbed her waist and began to thrust into her. Kelly grunted and seemed to start working even harder on Anita, who in turn began to moan and thrash around on the bed. I came first, my cum bubbling up from within and a wave of pleasure crashing through me at the first contraction as I slammed deep inside Kelly's pussy. I stayed deep, my senses blocked by the white noise of my own climax. As I came back to my senses I realised that Kelly was almost oblivious to my shrinking cock as it retreated from its slick home, instead she seemed to have redoubled her efforts. Anita had locked both her hands behind Kelly's head and seemed to be in pain judging by the expression on her face, her mouth open in a silent shriek and her eyes screwed shut. She came with a long explosion of breath and her whole torso went rigid, her breasts jiggling, her abdomen muscles taut and her thighs tensed. 'Yes, yes, yes!' she yelled, pulling harder until Kelly finally had to gasp out in pain. Anita released her grip at once with a laugh, and Kelly instantly was in her arms and they were kissing with a deep passion. I felt a twitch in my groin, but I knew that our time was probably almost up and that Anita would soon have to leave. They cuddled for a few minutes, then Kelly turned to me, her face radiant and our mouths met with passion. Anita slipped quietly from the room and Kelly followed to let her out shortly after. I lay on the bed in the luxurious radiance of the afterglow of good sex. I didn't realise it was to be the last time I would have sex with my wife. \*\*\* Saturday was more mundane. Kelly put the kids to bed, we watched SVU and were lights out by ten thirty. Sunday I took the kids to the park. Looking back now, when I came home Kelly seemed a little distracted. Or maybe that is the passage of time and events that make me think that's how she was. \*\*\* On Monday she was gone. At four in the afternoon, as I was frantically searching my office for an agreement that an important client was coming to sign off on in thirty minutes, my mobile rang. It was the kid's teacher from their primary school informing me that as Kelly hadn't picked them up, they would be transferred to the after school care facility. 'Have you rung Kelly?' I asked, unable to hide the exasperation from my voice. 'Of course, but the phone doesn't ring, I keep getting one of those "not in a service area" messages.' Miss Devine, Alexander's teacher sounded remarkably calm for a Friday afternoon. I guess that's why she was a primary teacher, I mused. 'Okay, I'll try to call her.' 'Sure, just don't forget that the after school centre closes at six. Have a nice weekend,' and the line went dead. 'Six!' Shit. I was almost an hour drive from the school and I knew I had no chance of leaving by five and little of getting free by five-thirty. I rang Kelly's mobile to hear the message Miss Devine told me I would hear and then rang home to leave a garbled message for Kell to 'pick up or ring me back asap.' Then I found the finalised copy of the agreement and breathed a sigh of relief. I sent Kell a text message asking where she was. Then the clients arrived early. At five fifteen I ushered them from the office, and breathed another sigh of relief. They had signed and paid their deposit. Life could go on. Then I realised that I had forgotten about the kids. I checked my mobile for a message or missed call and found neither rang home. Still no answer. I began the process of logging off the computer and locking my office. 'Ten minutes: boardroom.' It was Brent, the CEO. 'Sure,' I shot back as I wrestled my laptop into its case. 'Fuck it!' I muttered as his shadow disappeared down the hall. With the smell of desperation about me I rang our babysitter who I thought lived somewhere near the school. 'Jodi speaking.' 'Hi Jodi, it's Dave, um, Alex and Courtney's Dad?' 'Oh hi, how are you?' 'Fine...actually I'm not, I'm in a pickle. I can't contact Kelly and the school rang to say that she hasn't picked up the kids. I was wondering if you were anywhere near the school and if you could help out?' 'Sure, I'm at home so I'm only ten minutes away. Do you want to pick them up from my place, or will I take them home?' 'If you could get them home, I'll owe you big time.' The tension was leaving my body, but a mix of anger and concern was rushing through me as I wondered what was up with Kelly. 'No worries, what time will you be home?' 'Don't know, the boss just called a meeting. Seven maybe? Do you have plans tonight that I'm trying to ruin?' 'No,' she laughed and I pictured the corners of her mouth crinkling up as she did, 'no social life for me, so whenever you get home is fine. I'll get 'em fed if you like.' 'Thanks Jodi,' I sighed, 'you've saved my arse. Oh yeah, Courtney has a house key, okay?' 'Sure, and don't forget to ring the school and tell them I'm coming.' I would've forgotten too, had she not reminded me. 'Oh yeah, thanks.' After hanging up I rang the school and gave Jodi authorisation to pick up the kids. I got home at eight thirty. Kelly wasn't there. Nor did her parents know where she was. I spent an hour ringing friends, family and acquaintances. No one knew. Jodi offered to stay the night and look after the kids the next morning. I accepted her offer. At eleven, devoid of ideas and having had the police tell me that they wouldn't do anything until she was missing for forty eight hours, I went to bed. Under my pillow was a small folded note in Kelly's handwriting. "Dave, I'm sorry but I have to go. I don't know where I'll go, but I need you to trust me that I have to do this. Tell the kids I'm sorry too, that I love them, and that I will see them soon. I don't know how soon, but I will come back. love Kelly" I read the note again. The next day I started ringing friends and family again, then friends of friends and people I thought might be Kelly's friends. No one could, or would, tell me why or where she had gone. Bill and Irene, Kelly's parents, wanted me to press the police to start their investigation and that they believed that the note indicated that she had been kidnapped. I tried to point out that a ransom note would've been more likely, but in their state of mind they didn't want to listen. I had to hang up on them, given that my own state of mind was precarious. The kids starting asking for Mummy big time on the Saturday afternoon. I told them that she'd be back soon, but despite an endless stream of calls to Kelly's mobile, text messages and emails to her account, she remained "invisible." On Sunday I told the kids that I didn't know when she was coming back, or where she was. It was a hell of a day. \*\*\* The next three weeks were a blur as I tried to juggle my job with getting the kids to and from school, running the household and searching for clues as to where Kelly had disappeared. I had so little time that I barely considered the why, the where was my first imperative. The police opened a file on her as a missing person, but I could tell that because of the note, and its admission that she had to leave, it wasn't going to be a national news story. She hadn't gone jogging at night and not returned. The only upside to the low interest of the police was that I wasn't under suspicion, yet. I finally had to engage the services of a private investigator, partly at the suggestion of the police officer in charge of the file. They didn't use the word "case". Kelly's disappearance was just a file. I had to engage someone to do the leg work because as a suddenly single father, I just didn't have time for much beyond work and the kids. Martin Brandis, a 39 year old decorated ex cop from Sword Security and Investigative Services took on my case. That's what SSIS called it, a case. It resonated better with me. Bill and Irene helped out, but being in their late sixties and with Bill's heart condition combined with their own natural concern about their daughter; it wasn't too easy for them. After school care only had vacancies one day a week, which added to the stress. I was hiring Jodi, once, then twice, then three times a week to take up the slack. My performance at work was falling, but everyone was sensitive enough to what I was going through not to mention it. For now. \*\*\* On the Thursday in the fourth week since she had left, Martin reported that our faux policewoman Anita was in fact an escort who still worked for the same brothel at the top end of town. Interestingly Anita admitted Kelly had used her services twice in one on one encounters at the brothel, claiming she liked to "roadtest" our playmates. Martin also informed me that a contact within the Customs and Border Control serviced had informed him that that Kelly had flown out of Australia bound for Singapore the Saturday morning after I had found the note. Three days later she had departed Singapore for India, but there had been no further registration of Kelly's passport across foreign borders. Once in India she would be able to renew her visa quite easily. I thanked Martin and hung up. Where and Why seemed even more elusive now. \*\*\* The next afternoon, Friday, Jodi rang at four. She asked if she could stay the night. She was picking up the kids as usual and would normally go home once I had arrived. I said sure, and when I walked into the house at seven, I found the kids in their pyjamas in front of the television as usual, and the warm smell of something nice cooking. For a moment my heart raced as I thought Kelly had returned. 'Hi Dave!' It was Jodi's voice. 'Hi Jodes,' I called back. I kicked my shoes off at the front door and walked up the stairs into the open plan dining and kitchen area. 'Smells good.' 'Thai green chicken curry,' Jodi replied. She was wearing an apron my grandmother had made Kelly one Christmas, and I was pretty sure one she had never worn. Jodi had her dark brown hair up in a pony tail and was washing some dishes in the sink. 'What's the occasion?' I asked. 'You're doing me a favour letting me stay the night, so I thought I'd do you a favour and cook dinner.' 'Thanks,' I offered, and wandered off to the bedroom to get changed. With summer coming the weather was warming so I slipped on shorts and a tee shirt, relishing shedding the office attire. At seven thirty Jodi and I shooed the kids into bed - they'd had school athletics that afternoon and I got a detailed report about Alexander running second in the 400m and Courtney coming seventh in the long jump and first in the 100m. I was proud of them, but disappointed that they hadn't had a parent present to support them. They were exhausted and fell asleep before I'd read the second page. I climbed the stairs to find Jodi serving up the dinner. She had poured some wine and went to set the table when I suggested we eat on the balcony. The upper floor of our house had a wide balcony that looked across the harbour to the city lights beyond. In the warmer months it was my favourite place to be after dark. 'So why can't you go home tonight Jodes?' I asked after finishing and thanking her for a very nice meal. 'I got kicked out for being behind in the rent.' 'Oh,' I said. 'Trying to finish Uni and pay the bills on a part time waitress wage sucks,' she laughed. 'What're you going to do?' 'I've got a friend who I can rent a room from,' Jodi continued. 'She's in Sydney tonight, she'll be back tomorrow.' 'I won't be able to keep picking up the kids Dave.' Jodi dropped the bombshell in a voice that told me that she felt guilty. 'Amberley lives on the other side of the city, near the Uni and where I work. I won't have the time to do all the travel. I'm sorry.' I felt gutted, the feeling that I had been gradually getting on top of my new life was being swept away. 'Another drink?' Jodi asked. 'Yeah, but vodka please. On ice.' 'Can I have one too?' she asked. I smiled and nodded. A plan was unfolding as my mind raced in overdrive. 'How much was your rent?' I asked when she returned with two tumblers half full of vodka and ice. 'Two hundred a week,' she replied. 'And how much at your friend's place?' 'Um, I dunno, it's a flash place so maybe one fifty.' 'What do you have left over each week?' 'What's this, the Spanish Inquisition?' she laughed. 'Maybe,' I shrugged. 'About minus fifty.' She laughed again but I saw her eyes moisten. 'Live here,' I said suddenly. 'I'll pay you one fifty a week, that's about fifty less than I am now, but I'll throw in all your food, phone, you'll have no extras. You pick up the kids as usual, once I get home, you can do whatever you want. Weekends are yours unless I need to go to work in which case the normal hourly rate will apply.' 'I don't know Dave,' Jodi replied, looking shocked at my offer. 'Why not?' 'I...I...' 'Look if you'd rather live with your friend, I understand. But I get the feeling that maybe you need a bit more of a hand to make sure you get Uni finished. When's that, the end of next year?' 'Yeah...' 'Think it over,' I said. 'Go see your friend tomorrow, check out her place, her rules...see if you can let me know by Sunday. If you don't want to stay, I'll pay you double next week to continue while I try and find a solution to my problem.' \*\*\* On Sunday afternoon, while the kids played in the pool and I watched the season's first one day cricket match on the television, Jodi rang. 'Why are you being so generous?' 'Did your friend tell you to ask that?' I laughed. I was trying to keep the tension from my voice. I was desperately hoping that Jodi would accept my offer. 'Yeah, she did,' Jodi replied and I could see her smile. 'But why?' 'Because I dunno where I can get someone as reliable as you, who I like, and more importantly who the kids like, even if I pay an absolute fortune to some agency. And that's not something I want to go through. You've saved my bacon repeatedly from day one Jodes. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be coping at work and at home, and I really...I'm barely coping now. If I can help you, then I guess I'm really helping myself too.' 'Okay.' Her voice sounded small. 'It'll be a trial period at first, for both of us. Understand?' 'Sure,' I said my heart leaping in gratitude. 'Okay, after maybe two weeks, we'll see how we're doing. ' 'Absolutely,' I agreed with a wide grin on my face. 'I'll see you at six.' 'Want dinner?' I asked out of the blue. I hadn't even realised I was going to ask it. For a moment I thought the question sounded a bit creepy...possessive maybe. 'Sure,' she said. I leapt off the couch, my mood lighter than it had been since the day before Kelly had left. Alex and Courtney were beside themselves with excitement when I told them that Jodi would be living with us. They took it on themselves to clean out the spare bedroom, which until now had been part guest room, part storage room and part play room. Despite all their disagreements, they were great friends and had chosen to sleep in the same room, despite the presence of the spare. Right now, that was great by me. I moved the heavy items into the garage, Courtney moved their toys into their room and Alex changed the bed. Jodi arrived just after six, the kids swamping her at the door. I was grinning ear to ear and felt a twinge of my own as I saw her tear up. She knelt and hugged the kids tightly, fastidiously avoiding meeting my eyes. 'Welcome to your new home Jodes,' I said. We spent fifteen minutes unloading her rather old car of all her worldly possessions. At seven we sat down together and ate the cold roast beef salad I had prepared. The kids talked non stop about how much fun they were going to have together, until at eight I ordered them to bed. Jodi went to help them when I reminded her and the kids that the deal was that the weekends were her free time. She smiled and shook her head, and escorted the kids downstairs to their room. I was ordered away by the three of them after a goodnight kiss, and poured two vodkas in preparation. I raised my glass to my reflection in the window at my good fortune. Jodi appeared up the stairs shortly afterwards and accepted her glass with a smile. It turned out that whilst Amberley was only going to charge her a hundred a week, plus expenses of course, her rather wild party lifestyle was a bit much for Jodi, given her need to study and sleep. But, ultimately, the chance to have some money in her wallet for her rather than for an overdue bill appealed big time too. It turned out that she owed around two grand to various people and places. I hit on another idea. 'Sell your car, you can use Kelly's.' I drove Kelly's red BMW once a week to keep it ticking over. 'I can't.' 'It sits there Jodes. Pay off some of your debts, including that back rent so you don't end up with a bad credit rating. Use the car; I'll happily pay for the petrol.' 'Dave...' her eyes moistened again. 'Stop it, you'll make me all gushy too,' I joked. She put down her drink and gave me a hug. I smelt her then, for the first time. A hint of the perfume she had put on, probably that morning. Her smell, from the heat of the day, driving her un-air conditioned car across town, unloading boxes. Her body was warm against mine, firm with her youth and feminine. I missed that. We pulled apart and I smiled, my heart hammering a little at the unexpected contact. 'Thanks.' I offered. 'And to you too, remember?' \*\*\* We settled into a new routine very quickly. Every second weekend Bill and Irene would take the kids, Jodi dropping them off after school and me picking them up on Sunday afternoon, usually enjoying a family roast. We tried not to talk about Kelly too much; it upset the kids, especially Courtney who still wanted to know when her Mum was coming home. Alex simply turned away and amused himself with something else if the topic arose. Martin, my investigator had subcontracted an agency in India to try and track Kelly's movements there. They had found the hotel in Chennai where she had stayed for a week after arriving, then confirmed that she had bought a first class sleeper ticket on the train to New Delhi. She had not checked into any of the upmarket hotels in the capital, and the city of 14 million, popular with western tourists had an endless number of backpacker and smaller hotels, many of which wouldn't ask for a passport if offered a few hundred rupees. Kelly could have hired one of the thousands of private "taxis" that operated in the city, and been driven to any of the popular tourist getaways within a day's drive. There was no legal requirement for them to register or even check her passport. The trail had gone cold, and the amount of money I was spending was starting to concern me. Martin informed me that he would keep the case open, mostly with an occasional check of his Customs contacts. There was little else that I could do, or at least afford to do. I needed to reclaim, or at least claim, a life of my own again. \*\*\* On those Fridays when the kids went away, I would usually go out after work with the office crowd, something I had done BKA - Before Kelly's Absence. It was about three weeks after the new arrangements had started when my boss, Brent cornered me in the bar. 'How're things?' It sounded innocuous enough but I knew what he meant. 'Still got no fucking idea where she is,' I said, raising my voice above the growing din of the crowd. 'But okay otherwise.' I offered a tight lipped smile and he nodded. 'You're back on the game at work.' His voice was just loud enough for me to hear and no-one else overhear. He looked around casually as he spoke. 'Thanks.' I meant it when I said it. I knew that until a few weeks ago, my job was on the line. I think this was Brent's way of telling me that he had thought so too, but now it was okay. 'Keep it up.' He raised his glass and I reciprocated. Then he wandered off in the direction of one of the two new receptionists. Married as he was, he found it hard to resist the attraction of new flesh in a short skirt. I suddenly had a desire to get home, go for a cleansing swim and wake up on Saturday morning without a hangover. Jodi was sitting on the balcony reading a text book. She waved as I came up the stairs and I waved back. There had been no more moments of intimacy or hugs since that Sunday. I changed into my board shorts and wandered back down the stairs, through what I called the kids' living room and into the back yard. Our pool was just a small one, enough for the kids and not too hard to look after. I plunged in, savouring the coolness of the water as it streamed through my hair and around my body. I held my breath and floated motionless, my body slowly rising to the surface. As I began to roll I stood up. 'Staying in?' Jodi was leaning over the balcony smiling. 'Just to cool off,' I responded. 'Sounds good, I'll be down in a moment.' Five minutes later she emerged in an elegant pale green swimsuit that instantly reminded the male part of my brain that she was in fact quite an attractive young woman. I looked away until she had dived in, pretending to watch an aircraft that was circling above the harbour. 'Oh that's nice,' she said, 'I'm sick to death of studying.' 'Fair enough too,' I responded. 'How're the kids and their grandparents?' Jodi gave me a back brief on the kids' day and said that for the first time Bill and Irene had invited her in for a cup of tea, which she accepted. 'They kind of gave me the third degree,' she laughed. Bill and Irene had raised their eyebrows when I told them about Jodi moving in. It took me some time to convince them that it was no more than a convenient arrangement for us both. 'They seemed happy enough with my answers,' she added, 'though Irene wasn't pleased when I told them I was single.' 'Well, you know us youngsters,' I quipped and we laughed. We both splashed around for a bit, until I said that I was going to order in take away. 'Count me in,' Jodi said. 'Not going out?' I asked. 'No, too hard,' she responded. 'No wonder you're single,' I shot back. Her cheeks reddened and I dropped the topic as we retired to our rooms to change. We moved onto the balcony and awaited our take away, draining vodkas at a rapid rate. By the time the food arrived my head was starting to spin. We wolfed down our meals, before the assault on the vodka bottle resumed. So much for the no hangover I had hoped for. 'What's going to happen when Kelly comes back?' Jodi's question came out of the blue as we sat and watched the lights reflecting off the bay. 'What do you mean?' 'You know, me, you...her?' For a moment I misunderstood the question, then I realised that she was asking me no more than about our arrangement. I needed to stop thinking about her as a woman...after all I was double her age, 36 against 18. 'Jodes, I'll admit I didn't think much about what Kelly returning might mean. But I gave you my word; you get to keep your room until you finish Uni. Okay?' 'Thanks.' We looked at each other and she smiled. 'What do you miss most?' 'About Kelly?' I knew that was what she meant. 'Yeah.' 'Being Mum to the kids, Courtney especially...' 'I know that the kids miss her. Especially Alex, you notice he doesn't talk about her any more?' 'Yeah, I thought that might be a sign he's moving on?' 'No Dave,' Jodi retorted sounding a little exasperated with me. 'It means he's suppressing his emotions. Keep an eye on him, okay?' 'Sure,' I said a little bewildered. 'I meant what do you miss about her being gone?' 'Her company I guess,' I said a little unsure. 'And her unpredictability, in a good way,' I added, smiling to myself as I recalled being "arrested" in the kitchen. 'I'll be honest,' I said, the alcohol freeing my tongue, 'I miss the sex too.' 'Good was it?' 'Very good,' I responded. 'Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to know,' I laughed. 'I thought your sex life ended when kids arrived,' she laughed. 'Yeah it does for most,' I responded, 'and I'll admit under the influence of truth serum,' I held up my glass, 'that it wasn't like before kids, you know? But when it happened with Kell, there was nearly always something surprising going on. I tell you Jodes, she could be wild in bed...or anywhere else for that matter.' It seemed that I had forgotten that Jodi was a woman an eighteen year old at that, and I felt like I was talking to one of my close male friends. Talk was suddenly what I wanted to do. 'Really?' Jodi's tone was curious. 'Yeah,' I drained my drink. 'But you probably don't want to hear...' I tried to check my loosening tongue. 'Go on, try me,' she prompted. So I told her about the threesome on the kitchen bench, the bikini, the policewoman and by the time I had finished I was as hard as a rock. 'Did she like, I mean was she, you know bi? Or just liked watching you...with others?' I thought in the half light I could detect a blush on Jodi's cheeks. 'She was, well all that. I dunno why she liked to do it, keep the spice in our love life perhaps. And there was other things like that too,' I carried on. 'Like the time she blew me while we drove across town at two in the morning. Christ it was hard to stop at the traffic lights!' 'I bet. I can't imagine doing something like that!' The thought of Jodi blowing someone in the car brought the reality of my situation crashing onto me. 'Um, yeah, well, there you go,' I stammered, suddenly uncomfortable. 'I think I might turn in.' 'Okay.' I raced off the balcony and into my room, my head reeling with too much alcohol and the stupidity of sharing my private life with Jodi. But I was horny, so I fished out one of my porn DVDs from the back of my undies draw and slipped it into the player. I turned down the volume, and stripped naked and sprawled on my bed. I skipped the first scene, a conventional male female one on one. The next showed two women with one man. I watched as the women kissed, tongues entwining and my cock hardened. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and squeezed, lifting my hips into my grip. I pressed the bulbous tip with my thumb as the man, naked, climbed onto the bed behind the women. He ran his hand down the blonde's shoulder and I ached to feel a woman's flesh. I began to pump my shaft, my heart thumping as the brunette began to fellate his impossibly large cock and the blonde kissed him. I was approaching my climax when my door opened and Jodi stepped in. 'Dave,' she began. Then, 'oh shit..oh...' she turned and I saw her glance from my cock, to the television, then back again to me. She paused, and then raced out, slamming the door behind her. I remained frozen, staring at the door, my eyes flicking to the screen where the sex scene continued, unaware of the unfortunate interruption. Part of me said I needed to go after Jodi and apologise. A more primal part said I needed release first. I grabbed the remote and fast forwarded to the money shot. He pumped his cock as the brunette ran her tongue over his tip. I matched his movements and as his come shot across her mouth and face; mine shot into the air and landed on my abdomen, thighs and fingers. He had two women lick him clean, I had to sidle into the bathroom and find a washer. Dressing in my boxers and a tee shirt, I walked from my room to the top of the stairs. Jodi's door was shut and there was no light showing along the bottom. I decided cowardice was the better part of valour and I returned to my bed, falling asleep in minutes. \*\*\* The next morning I was awoken by the sounds of Jodi making breakfast at about half past nine. I was surprised that my hangover was rather mild. The memory of Jodi walking in on me rushed back, and for a moment I was tempted to hide in my room and hope she went out somewhere. But finally I decided I needed to confront what happened and so I emerged from my room to find the kitchen bathed in brilliant sunshine and a gentle breeze blowing through the room. 'Morning,' I offered in a subdued voice. 'I'm really sorry.' Jodi sounded contrite and she looked terrible, as though she hadn't slept. 'You don't need to be, I should probably say sorry too,' my voice trailed off as I was unsure what else to say. 'No, I should've knocked...' 'Let's forget about this okay?' 'Okay,' she agreed with a small but genuine smile. 'You don't look too well...' 'I was so angry at myself,' she said, 'I slept badly.' 'If its any consolation, I slept really well, so maybe we just need to put it completely behind us. We're both adults, no harm done...hey?' 'Okay,' she said. And surprisingly, we did. \*\*\* Except that I couldn't stop thinking about sex. Up to then I'd been so stressed about Kelly's disappearance, possibly losing my job and the kids that I hadn't thought about dipping the wick even once. But the previous night's conversation had acted as a catalyst to the normalcy that had returned to my life. But masturbation wasn't going to make up for the drought I had experienced. A couple of weeks later, again when the kids were with the in-laws, Jodi told me she would be staying with her friend Amberley over the weekend for a big party. That was great from my point of view, as it would allow me to address my drought. After all the times Kelly had hired a hooker for us I figured that it was a simple way to relieve my tension. Getting onto the net revealed that my city had a number of up market escort services, including a number that displayed pictures of the women employed there. It took some browsing but I found what, or rather who I wanted. A phone call and I had booked Sandy for eleven that evening. I ate some leftovers, started to pace around the house before remembering that the football was on, and managed to keep myself distracted until the game was obviously going to be a blow out. It was around ten. I was feeling nervous, so I showered, my thoughts consumed by sex. I hardened as I soaped myself, and had to fight not to take myself to a quick climax. I dressed in a light shirt and jeans, keeping my feet bare, then wrestled with my conscience before weakening. I went downstairs and selected a tight short sleeve top from Jodi's wardrobe, and found her denim cutoffs in a drawer. The top had a tee shirt style neckline, was white with horizontal dark blue bands and a deep v-back. I arranged them on Jodi's bed, glanced at my watch and saw that I still had fifteen minutes to wait, so I returned to the kitchen to mix myself a drink. Sandy was fifteen minutes late, by which time I was on my second drink. I almost ran down the stairs and opened it to find a five foot four, olive skinned beauty with shoulder length brown hair smiling at me. She looked as good as her on line photo and I invited her in. She was wearing a very tight red cotton sun dress that showed off her ample C cups, her small curved waist, rounded butt and slender legs. She accepted a drink which I made as she watched, before she called her agency, no doubt to report that I was alone and not wielding an axe. We made small talk while we drank. Sensing my nervousness, Sandy placed her glass down, took the initiative and pressed her body against my side. She lifted her head and we kissed. When you pay what I was paying, kissing is part of the deal. 'Sandy,' I broke off the kiss, though I kept my free arm around her waist and my hand on her perfect butt. 'I wondered if, um...before we start...if you would mind changing clothes?' 'Not at all,' she smiled. 'In the downstairs bedroom, there's some clothes on the bed,' I rushed, 'and could you put your hair up in a pony tail?' 'Certainly,' she replied, and she walked to the stairs. 'And are you coming down, or...?' 'No, up here,' I replied, pointing towards my bedroom. My heart was racing so I drained my drink and headed into the room. It seemed like an eternity before she walked through the doorway. Her hair was longer, but not by much. The most noticeable differences were her darker skin and her fuller breasts. But she was a passable facsimile of Jodi. 'Wow,' I muttered. 'I look like her?' I nodded. 'Do you want to use her name?' As she spoke Sandy moved closer to me until we were inches apart. 'Is that okay?' She smiled at me in a way that told me I could call her anything I wanted. 'Kiss me Jodi,' I whispered. Our lips touched, and then her tongue flicked against mine with a softness that hinted at a degree of chasteness...or uncertainty. I closed my eyes and was holding Jodi against me, her body not pushing against mine, not straining for me but rather ever so slightly resisting further intimate contact. As Jodi would I imagined, uncertain of being with me, an older man, married with kids. My lust rose and I slipped my hands from her waist to her buttocks and pulled her hips closer. 'No,' she gasped, trying to pull away. But I held her in place with one hand, using my other hand to grip her neck and pull her face to mine. She gasped again; a small protest then I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Months of sexual frustration, pent up behind a wall of stress, anger, confusion and loneliness was about to explode. Sure I'd used my hand plenty of times, but this woman was real, her skin taut and warm, her breasts pushing against my chest, her tongue in my mouth. But it was her scent above all else that filled me with desire. Her perfume was minimal but it was the closeness of her that filled my nostrils and drove my emotions beyond simple lust into animal desire. I pushed my hands between us and grabbed at the metal clasp of the denim shorts. I fumbled once, twice and sensed she was going to help me when they clicked undone and at once I pushed them down over her hips. They dropped to the floor and the flesh of her thighs was under the palms of my hands, smoother and warmer than I remember Kelly's to be, though later I was sure it was not greatly different but the bitterness of my betrayal that wanted it to be better. The cotton boy shorts yielded with happy compliance to my hands as they vanished downwards and I cupped her taut buttocks. 'Dave, we need to stop...' I cut her off with my tongue again and she moaned her protest. She was playing Jodi as though she had gained an insight into my life and it turned me on even more. I wanted her to undo my jeans, to release my straining cock from the confines of cloth that enveloped it, but that was not what Jodi would do. So instead I used one hand to release my belt and flick loose the stud before I pushed them down as best I could. Sandy's hands were still on my chest, holding the small barrier in place despite her lower half being naked and our mouths being mashed together. Now I took one hand and guided it, using enough force to overcome her reluctance, to the stretched front of my underwear and squeezed her hand around me. Releasing her she took her cue, using soft jerky movements to caress me. Now her tongue was moving against mine, not to block my intrusion into her mouth but to seek mine and flick against it. Her other hand slipped from my chest and her upper body pressed against mine and her hand began to move with greater certainty and authority. I explored the V of flesh between her shoulder blades and realised that she was not wearing a bra. I pulled at the hem of her tee shirt and she moved back enough to let me pull it up over her head, forcing her to release me. As soon as the shirt was gone her hand was back on me, and I caught only a glimpse of her rounded breasts as they bounced free, then they were against my chest. Her other hand was now tugging my jeans downwards and I was glad of the decision to remain barefoot as I kicked them free. Her hands pulled my shirt free and for the first time in months I felt the soft warm skin of another human being against my chest. It was divine and I growled my appreciation. Sandy led me to the bed, taking command in a subtle manner that I didn't recognise until after the events of the evening had ended. She pushed me back so that I landed heavily, straddled me, her breasts level with my face and the thin strip of dark hair on her mound brushing against my abdomen. I kissed then licked her nipples, watching them harden under my mouth and was fascinated with the way the softness of her breasts yielded against my mouth as I had been in my first encounter with breasts as a teenager. As I played with her breasts she lowered her hips ever so slightly and began to rub her slit across the top of my cock, restrained as it still was in its cover of cotton. After a few minutes I wanted to surrender myself to this nymph and fell back against the bed in supplication. Sandy slipped from my lap and pulled down my last vestige of clothing, leaving me pointing upwards with a drop of clear fluid oozing from the tip and threatening to drop onto my abdomen. Sandy ran her hands up my thighs, smiled at me, and then lowered her mouth to me. 'Jodes, no...' I protested in a feeble voice that completely lacked conviction. Her mouth engulfed me to the base and I groaned in a deep lust. As she pulled her mouth free I realised that I was encased in a thin sheet of transparent red rubber and marvelled at her ability to have prepared the condom as she stripped me bare. 'Shhh, Dave,' she whispered, 'I want to do this as much as you want me to.' And then her mouth was on me again, her face lowered to my abdomen, one hand caressing my thigh the other my chest. Her head moved with a steady up and down rhythm and I could feel her tongue caressing my length as she pleasured me. But her touch was light as if she sensed the drought I had experienced and therefore had evaluated my need and my likely lack of stamina. For that I was grateful. I lay still, my eyes closed as I savoured every up and down movement of her mouth. In my mind and on my flesh it was Jodi that worked on me, and the thought that she would do this excited me towards completion. It was only the corresponding feelings of guilt at my depravity towards my teenage au pair that helped to keep my completion at bay. Lost in this conundrum of pleasure and guilt I barely registered Sandy's mouth leaving me and her repositioning herself above me. Then it was her pussy that slid down my length as effortlessly as her mouth had. I opened my eyes and gasped at her beauty as she supported her weight on my chest with both hands and rode me with a slowness that ensured I would last and be able to savour our sex. Her eyes were locked on mine with an intensity that made me squirm. She smiled when our eyes met then leaned forward and kissed me, stopping her movement so that I was buried completely inside her. Her kiss was soft and I responded in kind, suppressing the urgent desire to roll her onto her back and pound her with every ounce of strength I had. That was the anger, the need to avenge myself against Kelly's abandonment by having forceful sex with another woman. It was the type of sex Kelly liked and so part of my brain figured that by giving myself such pleasure with another woman that somehow my hurt would be lessened. But I had no ability to control this situation with Sandy, for in my mind she was now Jodi and I could never imagine myself violating her naivety. Although I would. Sandy pressed her cheek against mine and began to ride me again, lifting her hips ever so slightly and then pushing back down against me. Her breath was hot in my ear and with each downward thrust she let loose a small gasp of pleasure. Whether it was for my benefit or real pleasure didn't matter, all I knew was that in a few moments I was going to cum. 'Stop!' I pushed Sandy upwards with more force than I intended and had to grab her lower arms to stop her falling from the bed onto the tiled floor. Sandy squealed in surprise and I knew that this response was genuine and using her lack of balance to my advantage I flicked her onto her back beside me on the bed. At once I was between her legs, forcing her thighs apart as my mouth sought and found the naked lips that moments before my cock had been buried in. My tongue encountered sufficient wetness to tell me that her gasping wasn't entirely an act and then I pushed my mouth against her mound and thrust my tongue inside her as far as I could reach. Again my senses were overwhelmed by the almost forgotten taste and smell of a woman's sex. It is that arousal that so overwhelms me that I could almost cum by thrusting myself against the bed, the squirming of her body against my lips and tongue that drives a sense of power and control more than pinning her to the bed and thrusting into her. I alternated between thrusting my tongue into Sandy and encouraging the small pink bud of her clitoris to emerge from beneath the soft hood of flesh that tried to hide it without success. As it emerged I paid more attention to it, slipping it between my lips, nipping at it between my front teeth which elicited a squeal from Sandy, then racing my tongue across its sensitive tip with as much speed as I could muster without my jaw cramping. When she came it mattered not to me whether real or feigned. Her flat, taut stomach rippled as she thrust against me, her breath was choked and her hips bucked with enough force to threaten to break contact between us. I held her steady and let my tongue lap at her as the convulsions of her pleasure swelled through her to a climax, then receded to leave her panting. I was aware of my own loss of breath and slid up her lithe body to look into her eyes. 'Wow,' she smiled at me. 'I think we should fuck now.' It wasn't what Jodi would have said, but it excited me no end and I pushed into her with a willingness to please that would've impressed Kelly. Sandy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me close as our bodies merged into one heaving mass. I was close now and was fighting to remain in control, but she whispered into my ear and drove me ever closer to the inevitable conclusion to our coupling. 'Say my name.' Sandy's voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a level of authority that I couldn't refuse. 'Jodes.' I groaned and thrust into her, my hips wanting to slam deeper and my brain trying to prolong the pleasure. 'Dave,' she responded, her voice hoarse with lust as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. 'Tell me you love me.' I faltered at that, but quickly regained my pace and control. 'I love you Jodes,' I murmured against her ear, self conscious of the commitment explicit in the words. 'I know you do,' she whispered back to me, 'come inside me.' So I did with a colossal release. My back was arched and my face screwed up in ecstasy as I came. At that moment I had never been married and Kelly had never entered my life, it was a name as foreign to me in intimate terms as Sandy. The orgasm I experienced rolled on and when it was over I was utterly spent and my cock was deflating rapidly as I pulled out of Sandy and collapsed on the bed beside her. We were both panting and it was Sandy who moved first, reaching down to slip the sticky mess of the condom from my flaccid member. It disappeared to who knew where and then she snuggled under my arm. Having her warm body against mine was almost as exhilarating as the sex had been and I was appreciative of it. 'She's your live in housekeeper and babysitter I'm guessing.' Sandy's voice had changed in tone, more conversational now, less lustful, less submissive. 'Yeah, how...?' 'Room downstairs, the type of clothes you picked out, kids' toys.' She was matter of fact as she spoke. 'And the way you thought she would act?' I was curious now. 'She's young isn't she?' I murmured my agreement as Sandy continued, 'so chances are that she might be a bit reluctant at first.' 'Oh,' I said brightly. 'Have you told her how you feel about her?' 'I'm not sure I know how I feel about her,' I said. 'You're more than attracted to her, Dave.' 'How do you know that?' I smiled. 'Cos of the way you treated me while I was her. You were caring, loving in your lovemaking,' she replied with a laugh. 'If it was lust only you'd have fucked me in twelve different positions and wanted to come on my face.' 'Oh Christ!' I laughed. 'Do you get that?' 'More than you'd want to know. It was nice to have someone not out for revenge or whatever. And you made me cum.' 'Really? You don't have to lie you know.' 'No, really, with your tongue. If you can get Jodi on the end of that tongue she'll be yours forever!' 'Thanks,' I replied. I felt a bit embarrassed by the baldness of the comment, but my ego was stoked too. We lay in silence for a while until finally it was time for her to go. I told her she could shower if she wanted and I dressed while she did. She emerged in a towel and I realised that her clothes were downstairs. It had been a most satisfying two hours. I waited by the front door as Sandy changed into her dress. Her hair was down again as she emerged, her lipstick perfect and she was no longer a facsimile. The lights of a car pulled shone through the long narrow window beside the door as it turned into the driveway. 'Your taxi,' I said unnecessarily. She walked beside me and kissed me chastely on the lips. 'Thank you Sandy,' I said as chivalrously as I could. 'You too, that was nice.' She smiled and walked through the door as I opened it. Only there was no car in the drive and it took me a moment to realise that I could hear the garage door closing. Then Jodi emerged from the side door of the garage and almost collided with Sandy. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked from Sandy to me. 'Ah, hi Jodes,' I said in a slow deliberate tone while my mind raced as to what to say. 'This is Sandy. Sandy this is Jodi.' 'Hi Jodi,' said Sandy in a pleasant voice as though bumping into her client's fantasy partner was something that occurred every day. 'Hi,' Jodi replied looking confused. She turned to me and then a taxi did pull into the driveway. With a sympathetic smile to me, Sandy bade us farewell and climbed into the car. 'Who was that...?' 'Why're you home...?' We both spoke at once. 'Come in,' I said, breaking the awkward silence. 'Want a drink?' I asked as I closed the door behind her and locked it. 'Yeah,' she replied and walked up the stairs. I followed, my guilt deepening as I fastened my gaze on her denim clad bottom swaying up the stairs before me. 'The party was out of control,' she began before I had spoken. I mixed strong vodkas for us. 'People were pissed as newts, off their tree on fuck knows what drugs. Amber passed out at eleven and I had to drag her into her room and then found some naked couple in her bed passed out. So I dumped her, went to my room and found four people fucking in my bed. So I came home.' 'Some party all right,' I replied as we took our usual seats on the balcony. The silence was tense. 'And Sandy?' Jodi asked in a quiet voice. 'Not that it's any of my business. Unless of course you're interviewing her to take my job?' I snorted a laugh at that and looked at her. Her eyes glittered at me in the reflected lights of the bay and I could see a faint smile on her lips. 'Hooker.' I forced the word out. 'Pardon?' Jodi sounded like she didn't understand. 'She's a hooker, you know, a prostitute?' 'Oh,' she replied. 'Oh!' Her realisation broke the tension. 'I didn't interrupt did I? Again?' 'Fifteen minutes earlier and you would've,' I replied as lightly as I could. 'Right. Shit! I'll call next time you're thinking I'm out for the night.' 'No, no,' I replied firmly. 'This is your house too and I don't want you to think you're not welcome to come and go as you please. Besides, I figure if you had come home and found my door closed, it would've been unlikely that you'd have just barged in...? Again?' We both laughed. 'Another drink?' Jodi lifted her empty glass and I nodded. We drank several more as she recounted the mayhem of a party out of control. I was feeling somewhat concerned about Amberley's safety given the number of people who had crashed the party, but Jodi assured me that Amber had a lot of good friends and could look after herself. It was three in the morning when Jodi said she was now thoroughly pissed and needed to sleep. I followed her inside and rinsed out the glasses, before heading into my room. A quick straightening of the bed and I undressed and collapsed under the sheet. It was too warm for the doona. I was well on my way to sleep when I was startled by a loud knock on my door. 'Uh, wha...yeah?' I rolled over and struggled back to alertness. 'Can I...?' 'Yeah, yeah, come in Jodes,' I called. I was stunned and knew that my face showed it as she opened the door and walked in. She had changed from her party clothes, and was now wearing her denim cutoffs and the tight top. In the shock of her coming home early I had completely forgotten about the clothes. Sandy had probably just put them back on the bed where I had left them out. 'Why were these clothes on my bed?' She looked at me and I couldn't read her emotions at all. 'I didn't leave them out. Did you want me to wear them?' 'Jodes, no, I mean, I can explain.' 'Please do.' She was angry. Her voice was level and quiet. 'Actually I can't,' I laughed nervously. 'You'd better or...' 'I asked Sandy to wear them,' I blurted out, not wanting to hear what the "or" might be. 'Your hooker!?' Jodi's eyebrows shot up at that. 'What the fuck for...?' Her voice trailed off as the realisation dawned. 'You had her dress up as me?' 'Yes.' I had to force the words out. 'Why...what the fuck? She broke the steely gaze that had been locked on me and shook her head. 'Tell me what's happening here?' 'Look, Jodi...I...' I finally took a deep breath to regain control of myself. 'Okay, here's the truth. Ever since that night where we sat out there and talked about sex and then you barged in on me, I've been thinking about sex. When Kelly was here, we did it often enough to keep me happy.' It wasn't entirely true but I could live with that lie, 'but when she left, with the stress, I didn't even think about it. Then...now, I do.' 'Yeah okay, I get that,' she replied, leaning in the door way and crossing her arms over her chest. 'I get that Sandy can do things you can't...but why?' She indicated her clothes. 'Because you're attractive, you're nice, you're here...' 'If you're thinking that my job statement is about to have some personal services added to it then that's sick.' 'It's not,' I replied quickly, though in all honesty I felt that maybe it was. 'And I'm not adding, anything...it's fantasy...it's not about you it's about me.' It sounded lame as I said it. 'Maybe I don't want to be in your fantasy!' 'You weren't supposed to know,' I shot back. 'I'm sorry.' 'Dave, there can't be anything between us...' 'I know, Jodes, I know,' I cut in, although inside I was wondering why not. Now wasn't the time to pursue it however. 'It wasn't about that...it's just that...that, my fantasies are, better, more fun, whatever if there's someone in it that I know and understand.' 'This makes me feel weird.' She met my eyes again and I could see that she was hurt. 'I'm sorry Jodi, I really am. It won't happen again.' 'Okay,' she replied. 'Can I borrow one of your DVDs?' 'Huh?' 'Porn, idiot,' she said with a thin smile. 'I had been hoping to get lucky tonight, and unlike you I can't afford to hire help in.' 'Um, sure,' I said, jumping out of bed and pulling the shoebox from the back of the drawer. 'Take 'em all.' I had about a dozen. 'Thanks,' she replied. We didn't look at each other again. 'But if I do get enough money, can you leave your workout shorts and top out for me?' She closed the door before I could think up a smart enough reply. My heart was thumping from the confrontation and I was dreading what impact this might have on our living arrangement. I finally got to sleep around five.

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Title: Freedom Pt. 04: Three Tags: non-consent, nonconsent, sci-fi, fantasy, non-con, noncons *Author's Note: Short chapter, and a big non-consent warning. Skip this part if that's not up your alley, the storyline will fill you in later.* **Three** \---- Hilde awoke atop the cold wooden floor of her room in Villjord, feeling a barely-perceptible roll as it crashed against the waves. She shot up, placing her hands on the ground. She soon remembered where she was -- on a reaver vessel full of rapists and murderers, instead of Villjord -- and frowned, trying once more to rip the cold collar from her neck with two weak tugs. She would have wept, then, had she any more left to give, so she instead slid across the ground to a bowl of water, picking it up to drain it of its lukewarm contents. She wondered if her friend, Evette, had been killed in the attack or had been taken aboard one of the reaver vessels. If it was the latter, Hilde would need to find out before she made her escape. Once she figured out how to do that, any way. Initial needs of the morning had not been met, and Hilde scanned her isolated, rocking room for a chamber pot she would not find. Sighing silently, she instead crept over to the door. It swung open as soon as she had arrived, a fist immediately meeting her face. "Knees, slave!" the man commanded sternly. Not that Hilde had a choice, having been forced into the position by his knuckles. She stared towards the floor despondently. "Kjartan wants to see you," he said monotonously. Hilde thought of what that command required of her, but the young sorceress was feeling delirious and had forgotten. She was smacked again. "Leash!" he demanded, pointing beside her. Hilde crawled on her hands and knees towards the corner of the room, hastily grabbing the thick chain from the floor and fastening it to her own collar. Satisfied it was affixed, she turned to the man at the door and remained on her knees. Another backhand smack across her face, her cheek thumping with righteous fury. "You will offer the leash to me, slave." Hilde picked it up and did so, shaking uncontrollably as she lifted her arm. She hadn't eaten in a day and was feeling it, although this fact was far from her mind. She was led, on all fours, up a small staircase and onto the deck of the vessel, across the eyes of three dozen brutish men. They dared not spit or smack her, lest they incur the wrath of the Wanderer, but they did jeer. And laugh. Hilde flushed from the humiliation, realizing her womanhood was obscenely displayed to each of them. The world's fastest fall from grace. The man opened the door to the aft quarters, where Kjartan stayed. The room was far warmer than the rest of the ship, and Hilde almost felt comfortable for a second. "Wanderer. I have the new mage, as requested," he said, tugging on the chain. Hilde crawled forward into the room, noticing Kjartan was with his two other favorites beside his bed, both marked with the same crossed axes that Hilde now bore on her left cheek. "Good. You should call her Three from now on, Sigurd." The man nodded. "She does look a Three, Wanderer," he agreed without emotion. Kjartan rose from the bed slowly, wearing only his trousers and a ferocious grin. The man holding Hilde's collar smirked, then offered the chain to Kjartan as he neared. After the hand-off, Sigurd bowed once and left the room. Kjartan led Hilde to the center of the room, then knelt before her to unclasp the chain from her collar. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, sky blue eyes boring through her own. Hilde most certainly did not, but she nodded meekly in silent response. She knew not to speak. Hilde had to look away, and found the floor a decent enough sight. "I'd like you to meet your new best friends," he said, holding her jaw with a strong grip to force her to look up. He pointed to a long-haired brunette, a trim girl with bruised eyes. "That's One. You might remember her from the town." Hilde squinted with anger, recalling the abjuration sorceress who had protected Kjartan from her fireballs. Hilde's head was then forcibly tilted to the side towards a red-head. "And that's Two." Two nodded with a mischevious smile, though Hilde was unsure why. Two had no bruising on her that Hilde was aware of, proving her undeniable servitude to her masters. Hilde's head was then forced to another corner of the room, spying three bowls laid side-to-side. "And that's your breakfast. Is there anything else you require?" he asked, Hilde taken aback by the ask. She nodded, looking into his eyes. "You may speak." "I need to... pee," Hilde muttered under her breath. Kjartan bellowed with laughter. "That should be done in your quarters, Three. But you may use the chamber pot," he said, pointing to a corner of the room with a grin. And so she did, crawling over to it and squatting atop it, Kjartan glaring at her for the entire performance. Her cheeks reddened, and wondered why she still had any modestly left at all. Once finished, he curled a finger towards himself, beckoning Hilde to come. She crawled to him on all fours, slowly, so very slowly. Her arms shook, and she did not know what the man would ask of her. He knelt before her, placing his hand on her chin and tilted her head. "I need to check on my crew. Your new friends will keep an eye on you, though," he promised. Hilde nodded, and was released, kneeling silently with head downturned until Kjartan left his quarters. One spoke as soon as the door was closed. "Finally," she croaked, then cleared her throat. She lifted herself from her knees, sitting on the large bed at the end of the room. "Thought we'd have to wait for him to take Three first," she said to the others. Hilde found herself tearing up again, remaining on her knees as she glared at the sorceress. "Why... why did you do that yesterday? I could have killed him!" Hilde shouted. "I could have stopped all of this!" The woman chortled indignantly. "Like hells you would have, kid. You were all but defeated before I arrived. If anything, you should be thanking me for saving you." "Saving me?!" Hilde shouted, rising to her feet with clenched fists. "I would rather die than be stuck here!" One laughed again. "Then do us all a favor and toss yourself over the railing, dear," she said coldly, pointing towards the cabin door. Hilde fell to her knees. She did seriously contemplate the suggestion for a moment, but she would find no vengeance in the action. "It gets easier, Three. Once you just accept it," Two said softly to her left. Hilde shook her head, eyes cast on the floor. "My name's not Th... Three, it's Hilde," she whimpered. "Perhaps it was yesterday," Two replied calmly, "but it isn't now." \-- Hilde did not converse with the two other women in Kjartan's quarters for the hour he had been away. She instead sat against the far wall, away from them, as the pair rested atop their master's bed without a care in the world. Hilde could not and would not understand their reasoning. Hilde had inspected her collar more closely in that hour, and what she found had distressed her. There would be no way to release herself from it's grip without it's key, or perhaps a heavy object to dislodge the fastening bolt. She would need an hour or two alone with a hammer, perhaps, for any chance at freedom. Then, she could burn this vessel down. Along with everyone in it. It was a sound plan. Finding said hammer or key shouldn't prove difficult, either, Hilde figured. As long as she could get away from the other two slave sorceresses. The door slammed to the cabin slammed open, derailing her train of thought. Kjartan entered with a lustful gaze in his eye. "Three! Present yourself," he roared, shutting the door behind himself. Hilde knew not what that meant, but waddled towards him on her knees. She noticed One and Two immediately hop from the bed as he arrived, and were now resting on their own knees with their arms behind her back. Hilde stared up at him expectantly, with hatred in her eyes. "Like a dog, Three! On the bed!" Hilde almost shook her head before Kjartan raised his fist, and instead ran over to the bed. She trembled as her hands reached for the far end of the mattress, then brought her knees atop the bed as well. Her innocence was now on full display for Kjartan's ruthless mercy, she knew, and at his mercy for his ravagings. She clenched her eyes shut, tasting iron in her mouth when she realized she had been biting her tongue. "Two! Prepare her for me," Kjartan demanded from behind. Two did not reply, Hilde heard her knees waddling closer. She felt her hands against her legs. *No!* Hilde thought of screaming. Had he known all of her weaknesses? Hilde had been attracted to women for as long as she could remember now, having attended the College of Villjord where only girls are allowed. She had not yet slept with a man. She shivered and whimpered instead of yelling, biting her lip. A tickle of wind against her womanhood. Hilde had refused to allow herself to squirm, but did so anyway. *Oh gods, please no...* A pair of soft lips wrapped themselves around Hilde's clit, stimulating her with a lapping tongue. The tongue danced about wetly as a slender finger worked itself between her folds, slowly pushing into her innocence. Hilde dared not moan, but did so anyway. "Uhn..." she whimpered as Two's tongue sped up against her button. The finger in her moistening pussy was joined by another, both now pressing down against her walls. Two's tongue worked miracles against her clit as Hilde now bucked against her face ever so subtly, subtle enough that no one but she and her noticed. *No!* Hilde squirmed away from her, panting for air, yet she had no where to go. Two advanced upon her from behind, tickling her clit with her wet tongue as her fingers fucked Hilde's gash with sensual pride. "No... please..." she muttered softly. "Hmm," Hilde muttered as the sigh escaped her lips, feeling the heat rising in her groin. A tongue was replaced by a haste vibrating finger against her button, and a tongue lapped at her folds. "No..." "Three, no speaking!" Kjartan bellowed from a foot or a mile away. Hilde replaced her cries with just a feebly shaken head. Without her words to save her, she was utterly driven towards a humiliating peak instead. Her hands balled into fists on the mattress, and her body shook with desire. Perhaps having a climax atop her face wouldn't be so bad, Hilde thought. At least she would get *something* out of this terrifying ordeal. *No!* one part of her mind said to the other as she bucked against Two's hand and face. She felt herself rising, her breathing getting shallower, the lights twinkling out in the back of her head... "Two, Stop!" Kjartan declared. Two immediately stepped away from the shaking sorceress on the bed. "No!" Hilde cried. An ungloved and coarse hand soon met her ass, forcing Hilde's panting body to the bed. She had spoken accidentally, she knew. She pushed herself back up, supporting herself on her hands and knees as lust coarsed through her conscious. "Do you want me to take you, Hilde?" *Absolutely not,* Hilde thought as her lust slowly drained from her body and was replaced with hate. "You may speak," he added. "No," Hilde said softly, a cold smile forming on her lips when the rejection was uttered. She was smacked again on the ass, light enough that she could maintain her degrading position. This barbarian could not break the strongest evoker in Villjord, Hilde knew. "That's a shame, Three, as you will be taken regardless," Kjartan declared behind her. He gripped her thighs without her consent, getting into position behind her. Hilde shivered and trembled in his grasp, but he would not see her fear. She hoped. If Hilde was to lose her virginity to some barbarian, she could show no fear. "Ether take you, Kjartan," Hilde whimpered, eyes clenched shut in preparation for another smack which did not come. Hilde's heart dropped in her chest when she heard his cold reply. "It will, Three. In time." Hilde's dripping pussy eagerly and traitorously accepted Kjartan's cock as it was presented a moment later. Her folds parted for his girth, her desire swept over her with carnality. She could feel an unignorable pressure inside her cunt as he violated her deeper, only for it to be washed away in an instant. Kjartan only laughed, then brought his hands to her ass cheeks, giving them a playful smack as he assaulted her innocence in earnest. Hilde brought a hand to the wooden wall in front of her, squirming as he fucked her. She needed a way out. "No, no! Kjartan stop!" Hilde pleaded waiveringly to his thrusts. Her womanhood started to feel tingly, her breaths quickening. *Gods... why...* Hilde felt her body betray her as a degrading orgasm flushed through her, the girl bringing her reddened face to the mattress below as she panted for air. Kjartan continued his attack as she came down from her climax, pounding into her as if she were just another worthless hole, as if created only for this brute's pleasure. She sobbed and sobbed and begged for mercy, wails that fell on deaf ears as Kjartan's cock slammed into her deflowered pussy from behind. Hilde opened her eyes a minute later as Kjartan used her mercilessly, spying the thousand knife etchings on the wall she was currently being railed against. *Perhaps I am worthless*, a girl thought as a tear fell from her eyes. *Just like all the others.*

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Title: House Guest - I need an Adult by Otter Miqmah Tags: Crossdressing, Death, Drama, Foreplay, Fox, Labrador, M/M, M/solo, Pawing, Seduction, Shower, Story Series, Teenager Hello all! This is actually a story series I uploaded a while ago, but I never finished. I've had pretty much constant requests for me to finish it, and I promised that I was read them over and see if inspiration hit me. But, as I read, the many, many errors and rather bland writing stuck out to me and I was filled with SHAME!!! (I usually try to avoid re-reading my stories, because the same thing always happened) But, as I was reading, I was reminded of why it was a popular series, so I decided to do a semi-kind favor and revamp the story and polish it up a bit more with some of the better writing skills I have gotten since I wrote it. It might also get me to write a 4th chapter, but I make no promises. So, here you are, the new and improve House Guest. As always, readers should be of age, have an open mind, and eat a diet free of trans fats. This is my story, with my characters, so please do not use them without my permission. Now, start reading and enjoy! This is part two. **House Guest - I Need and Adult** I just froze, stuck looking up at the fox looking down on me from the door; I had no idea what to do. My paws shook as they tugged my pants as high as I could get them and I heard my mouth start to stutter nonsense words I wasn't telling it to say. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest I could have sown Terri could hear it. I started to feel light headed and it seemed like I was looking at the situation from outside my body. Terri's face changed as he figured out what I was doing and, everything started getting fuzzy around my eyes. My body suddenly felt too heavy, and I felt my head fall back. I regained consciousness to see Terri's muzzle close to mine. The dark scene shifted more in focus as I blinked. The fox's bright brown eyes were strongly fixed on mine as I felt his paw against my cheek. "You with me, Ed?" he said. I feebly nodded my head as I felt the blood circulate back to my body and a sharp pain piercing the back of my skull. "Good," Terri said, rubbing a paw through my head fur as he broke the gaze. "You fainted on me." As I felt Terri's paw rub my head I got a whiff of his perfume. It was a flowery scent that had worn off from the day and was just barely covering up the pleasant, warm, male smell that came from his fur. My eyes wandered down to his trimmed muscle hidden behind his sports bra and I noticed something red poking through my pants. I quickly shifted to hide my erection as Terri sat back up on his knees. "So, Ed, what are you doing out here?" he said in a rather serious tone. "I...I... um..." I said as I tried to hide my stiff cock without him noticing, if he hadn't already. "I was just... going to the bathroom and..." I paused. My mind couldn't think of a single thing to say. "And...?" "Well... I tripped..." It sounded a lot less stupid in my head. "You tripped?" He looked down at me holding my pants closed tightly. "Uh huh..." He looked back at my face. "I think we need to talk." He stood up and motioned for me to follow him. When he had turned around, I quickly zipped my fly and stood up just in time to see him look down at the cum I left by his door. He kept on walking through the door without a word. I looked back down the hall to my room and reluctantly followed Terri in, where he closed the door behind me. He pointed to the bed with a look of frustration on his face as he walked over to his closet and pulled out a peach colored, satin robe and slipped it on. I caught myself peeking at his body one last time before it was hidden behind the fabric. I felt a mixture of lust and shame that stewed deep inside my stomach. I sat down on the bed and looked down at my feet. Terri slowly walked over to me and sat down a few inches away. "Ed... I know what you were really doing." I stayed silent. "It's not ok to look in on people like that. But I remember what it's like to be your age, so I can forgive you." I felt a little relived, but the heavy sense of shame remained. There was a moment of silence before he turned to me. I looked up and he stared straight into my eyes. Those glistening brown eyes focused on my soul and I felt like I was naked and couldn't hide anything. "Ed," Terri said without even blinking. "Why were you looking at me through the crack in the door?" Something in me broke and I felt my eyes start to well up. I looked away and tried to make them stop but I could already feel the tears run down my cheek fur. My paws rushed to my eyes, trying to rub it all away but I just ended up feeling stupid for trying. I never cry and I couldn't figure out why all of a sudden I was Niagara Falls. I tried to talk but the tears stole my voice and all that came out was a screechy whine which only made me feel even more like an idiot. I quickly stood up, still trying to wipe the tears away, and I made an exit to the door, but Terri grabbed my elbow, stopping me. I covered my eyes tightly, trying to hide my uncontrollable emotions and I felt his arms wrap around me. I tried to wiggle from his grasp, but his arms only tightened around me more. I felt a paw gently pet my head fur and I pressed my muzzle against his shoulder, giving in. The tears stopped. As I sniffled, Terri's paw gently rubbed my head and he whispered, "It's alright, I forgive you," into my ear. I pulled my paws down from between us and gently wrapped them around his waist, pressing the side of my face into his neck. He was warm and his robe felt soft against my fur. I rubbed my cheek softly against him. We stood there for what seemed like an hour. My overpowering feeling of being an idiot slowly melted away as his arms held me, making me feel secure and loved. My eyes ached as I closed them and sniffled one last time. His scent was strong in my nose. I felt him kiss my forehead. It seemed so natural in his arms. His warm lips left my fur, but I still had his soft shoulder to rest on. I opened my eyes and looked up. Behind a smile, his shining auburn eyes were looking back at me. I didn't even feel my neck muscles move the few inches, but I felt my lips press against his. I could feel his breath against my nose as I looked deeper into the gold lined spheres of his eyes. My tongue pushed forward and into his mouth. He pressed his against mine and they entwined. I felt my sheath pulse as one of my paws moved down his back. His silky robe slid easily under my paw pads as I moved lower and lower. I felt the fabric of his panties and kept on going. His muscular cheek filled my paw. A gave a soft squeeze. It was a perfect firmness and I felt my sheath pulse again. I realized that my tongue was pushed as far into his mouth as I could get it, but his tongue had disappeared. Then I noticed I didn't feel his arms around me anymore. I opened my eyes and saw those same eyes staring back at me, but they didn't have the same intensity as before. The love had been replaced with concern. I let go of his ass and pulled away. He looked off trying to avoid eye contact with me. My paws slipped from his sides and we stood there in the middle of the room, slowly drowning in the awkwardness. My heart beat got strong again as I replayed what I had just done in my head. Terri was still off looking at everything but me. I felt my erection poking against my pants and I gulped. "Am... am I gay?" I asked nervously. Terri looked back at me and stared for a while, not sure how to respond. Then he walked back over to the bed and patted next to him. I followed and sat down, making sure there was a fair distance between us. "It's not as easy as that, Ed," Terri said. "It's not a 'yes, no' kind of question. And it's not something that I could answer for you; you need to answer it on your own." I sat there thinking quietly to myself. "If you think you are, then there is a good chance that you may in fact be gay. But if you're not sure, it may just be something you are curious about; that's a very common thing for boys your age. When I was in high school I was really confused, and I thought all sorts of things. But eventually I just sort of knew what I was, and it all made sense. You just have to fi...." "But, seeing you..." I interrupted, "and smelling you, and feeling you, and kissing you... I've never felt like that about any girl before. Not even close." "Well, maybe you are gay." The words still made my heart skip a beat even though I knew their truth for a while. "Or maybe you are still just curious and you want to experiment. Like I said, it's an answer you can only get from yourself." "But all I want to do right now," I said, leaning closer to him and looking into his eyes "is kiss you..." I moved closer, as he leaned farther back. "And touch you..." I kept on moving closer, getting on my knees. He was now flat on his back, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. "And..." I was now practically straddling him as I shoved my muzzle on to his. Our tongues met and we closed our eyes, letting the feeling of our kiss take over. I moved a paw down and fumbled with the tie of his robe, quickly freeing his body and sliding the smooth fabric aside. I placed a paw on his warm stomach and ran my fingers through his soft fur. I heard him moan as I moved my paw down. I felt the rim of his underwear and I paused. My erection was straining harder against my pants then I had ever felt before as my paw moved and cupped his package. It was large and hot under the thin cloth. It filled my entire hand as it gently pulsed at my touch. I squeezed and it grew. He moaned into our kiss as I moved my paw against his increasing length. I slid our kiss down to his neck and worked my way down. His silky fur slid under my lips as I passed his collar bone. His chest was warm, and I could feel his heart beat as I moved down. I passed over his bra, and pressed against his firm stomach as I heard him say, "You are really smooth for someone your age, but I really don't think we should do this." I tried to kiss him one more time, but was interrupted by his paw pulling his robe over himself. I sat up between his legs with my very obvious tent poking out. "Why not?" I asked, confused and sad. "Well, other than the obvious age difference, there is the fact that I'm pretty sure your mother would kick me out if she found out, the fact that I don't know if you're really gay or just curious... and the fact that I don't put out on the first date." I stood there kneeling between his legs with my erection still pressing firmly against my pants, feeing confused and rejected. I slowly slipped my leg back over and stepped off the bed. I tried to hide my aroused state as my blushing cheeks shined red through my blonde fur. "I'm sorry. I'm not really sure what happened there... Sorry..." I said, feeling like a total ass and walking towards the door. With a final "Sorry," I opened the door and quickly vanished off to my room. I ran to my door and closed it. I paused and stood leaning against the cold wood for a long time as my mind raced. What did I just do? I walked over to my bed and laid down. I tried to clear my mind, but I just kept replaying the whole thing over and over in my mind. I covered my head with a pillow, wanting sleep to take mercy on mine as the hours past. The glow of the clock on my knight stand taunted me as I tossed and turned in guilt and anger and confusion late into the night. \*\*\* As the bright light of morning poured pitilessly through my window, I woke up with a jolt. I peeled my heavy eyelids open and groaned. I felt like complete crap. I could feel the bags under my eyes as I sat up in bed. I looked down and realized I had slept the night in my clothes. I frowned and looked over at my mirror. My head fur was all messed up and my shirt was wrinkly; I looked like crap too. I sighed and heaved over the side of the bed and stood up, catching my balance as I yawned. I walked over to my dresser and gathered some fresh clothes. I walked out of my room to the bathroom, walking faster as I passed Terri's closed door. I locked myself in the tiled sanctuary and looked at myself in the mirror again. The harsh lighting did not favor me. I turned around and turned on the shower and got undressed. I stepped in and let the water run down my fur. My body ached from the lack of sleep. I turned the hot water knob and turned it as far as it would go, watching the steam rise as the boiling water prickled my flesh. I scrubbed my face and sighed. I let the searing water pour over me for a few more minutes before shampooing my fur up. As I rubbed my chest and belly, I bumped against my sheath. It felt good and I slowly began lathering lower. My tip poked out and I wrapped my paw around it, moaning softly to myself as I squeezed. I let my cock grow into my paw as I gently pumped away; my sighs of pleasure mixing with the splash of the water against my body. I gave a tight squeeze and moaned again. The hot water poured down my back as I watched the pre start to ooze from my tip. I pictured Terri bent over, his orange back arching in front of me with his fluffy tail resting over it. I pressed my hard cock through my fist, pretending it was the tight hole between his cheeks. I pictured his large cock bobbing underneath him as I thrust into his ass. I moaned as he did to, shoving my cock deep inside of him. He felt so good and it didn't take long for the fantasy to get me off as I speedily humped away. The orgasm rocked my body as I moaned and shot my load onto the shower wall, wishing it has been inside of Terri instead. I stood back up feeling the hot water spill over me again with no doubt that I was gay. I sighed and rinsed off; Terri never leaving my mind. When I thought about him, the funny butterfly feeling still came back. I knew this was serious. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying off. As I ruffled it over my head and pulled it off, I looked at myself in the mirror. The shower had freshened me up a lot, and I looked down at my body. I was still pretty skinny, but I had some muscle under my fur. I flexed my arms, looking at the little lump of muscle, wondering what Terri would think of it. I stood back and looked at my full, nude body, posing and pretending the fox was standing right there. My eyes wandered down my scrawny little body again as my red tip poked out from my sheath. I looked over to the frosted glass window next to the toilet and felt a little embarrassed for working over the mirror so much, even though no one was watching. I put on the fresh set of clothes and smoothed out my head fur in the mirror so it would dry nicely. After one last quickly pose in the mirror, I opened the door and heard a little yelp. Terri must have just walked up to the door and was about to knock when I surprised him. I jumped a little and looked down. He had a pink thong on the stack of clothing he was holding, and he quickly covered it up in embarrassment. As the red from our blushes took over both our faces, I quickly walked on past and practically ran to my room. I waited until I could hear the bathroom door close. With the coast clear, I walked back out and down to the living room. I sat down on the couch and tried to drown out my thoughts with mindless television. My mom walked in holding some grocery bags and set them on the counter in the kitchen. "Hey hun, you want anything to eat? I just went to the store," she said, poking around inside of one of the bags. "No, I'm good," I said, refusing to pull my attention away from the TV. "What about Terri, do you know if he wants some breakfast?" "How would I know? It's not like I talk to him or anything," I barked. "You don't have to get so defensive, mister crabby pants. I was just asking if you saw him and he had mentioned it." "I'm not defensive, I just don't talk to the guy, so I wouldn't know," I said before realizing how stupid it sounded. My mom just rolled her eyes and started unpacking the groceries. I returned to the non-judging television screen and slowly got lost in the show I was watching. Everything on my mind just disappeared, which is what I needed. I didn't even notice that Terri had sat down next to me until my mom walked over and asked him if he wanted breakfast. When he answered, I jumped a little in surprise. He gave me a funny look but I tried not to look at him. "I'm sorry about last night..." he leaned over and whispered to me. I just sat there staring at the TV. "If you want to still talk about it," he said, attempting to put a paw on my knee but deciding it was a bad idea, "you can come over tonight again." I pretended I wasn't listening, but really, I was working over every word, noise and move he was making in my mind. I wasn't even paying any attention to the TV as I stared with my glazed-over eyes in its direction. He sighed, stood up and walking into the kitchen with my mom. The rest of the day moved rather slowly and was, for the most part, completely uneventful. My mom and Terri went out for shopping and dinner or something, so I had the house to myself. The opportunity was wasted on me because I just sat in front of the TV with all the lights out, frying my brain cells and avoiding the thoughts in my head. But after the seventh episode in a reality show marathon about angry brides on their wedding day, I turned it off and walked upstairs to my room. As I passed Terri's door, I noticed it was open a crack. He must not be very good at closing his doors fully. I walked past, not thinking anymore of it, but as I reached my door, I turned around and walked back to his room. I gently pushed the door open and slid inside. It was dark in the cold room so I turned on the bedside lamp. I looked around, knowing I shouldn't be in there. I quickly moved to his desk and started searching delicately to not disturb anything. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, or even why I was doing it, but I just felt like there was something I needed to know. As I searched through a drawer full of office supplies I spied a small wooden box sitting next to a vase, off to the corner of the desk. I closed the drawer and approached it cautiously. I lifted the lid and saw that it had a single necklace and an old picture in it. I picked up the photo and unfolded it. It was Terri in a wide sunhat kissing a rather buff looking Labrador male with long hair. I turned it over and read the caption. 'Aug. 12 Day at the beach with my sweetie pie' I picked up the necklace and looked at it. It was a chain with two rings on it. I took another look at the picture and saw that Terri was wearing one of the rings on his paw. I noticed another thin, yellowed piece of paper folded delicately at the bottom of the box. I picked it up and looked at it. It was an obituary for the lab in the picture. I read it, feeling my stomach and throat get tight as I did. 'Evan Walker, age 24, passed away Sep. 19th after seven days with severe injuries from a car accident. Survived by loving husband, mother, father and sister. Funeral service to be held at noon in family home on Sep. 25th. Requested that only close friends and family attend.' I could feel my eyes well up again as I carefully put the things back in the box as I found it and closed the lid. I turned off the light and left the door ajar, leaving no trace that I had been there. I walked slowly back to my room and sat down on my bed and wiped a tear away. I laid back and thought about life and everything that can happen in it, feeling a world of emotion in a small amount of time. I heard Terri and my mom walk in laughing. I heard them climb up the stairs and say good night to each other as they parted ways. I waited in the dark of my room for a while until all the noise in the house stopped. I poked my head out from my door and saw the crack of light pouring from Terri's door. I stepped out and stood there silently, trying to figure out if I really wanted to continue. I took another step, still debating. I closed my eyes and took another step, and another, and another still, until I was practically there. I opened my eyes and committed to my plan by knocking on his door frame. I heard a faint "Come in" and I slowly pushed open the door. Terri was sitting at his desk in a pair of light green pajama pants and a gray sports bra. He was smiling as he watched me come in. "Hi, Ed. How are you?" he asked. "I'm good. How about you?" "I'm just fine. Is there something you wanted to talk about?" he said, turning to face me in his chair. "Yeah..." "Well, do you want to sit on the bed?" "Sure," I said, moving towards the bed and sitting on its edge. "No, no, no. Come, sit like this with me," he said, scooting onto the bed and sitting up against the head board. I followed and slid up next to him. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Terri said, smiling and flashing his brown eyes at me. "I'm pretty sure I'm gay." "Pretty sure?" he said, lifting an eyebrow. "I... know... I'm gay." "Well, that is good that you've figured that out. Do you have any questions?" I shook my head 'No'. "Well, is there anyth..." "Can I kiss you again?" Terri just looked at me before turning away and sighing. "Ed... I can't..." "Why not? All you have to do is sit there," I said, leaning over to him again. "Ed, no," he said, pushing me away gently. "I just can't." "But we did it before!" "I know. I wasn't thinking..." "So? Stop thinking again!" I said, leaning closer still. "ED! No," he said, standing up from the bed. The guilty feeling returned as he looked at me with those eyes. There was a long silence as Terri turned around and rubbed his temples. "Did you kiss me last night because I reminded you of Evan?" I asked. If it was possible, the night instantly got quieter as Terri froze. I knew I had made a mistake. "...How.... how do you know about Evan?" "You didn't answer my question." Terri turned around and looked at me. His eyes looked watery as he sat down. A tear ran down his cheek and he nodded. "He was the love of my life, and I only had him for three years before he was taken from me." He looked off into the distance as his voice got a little hoarse. "I guess I did too many wicked things in my life to deserve him for longer than that. When he died I just kind of got lost." His paw trembled as he put it against his chest, looking at me. "I didn't know what to do or where to go. So I ended up on the streets and I lost everything. Without him in my life, there didn't seem like there was any reason to continue, so I just let everything fall apart around me. I did a lot of things I wasn't proud of..." He looked away from me, and cleared his throat as he choked back some more tears. His eyes met mine again, and his sadness echoed in them. "Then I went to a shelter, and someone walked up to me and offered to take me in to their home. I didn't want to. I didn't think I deserved the kindness, but he convinced me to try it. After a while I started to see the rest of my life I had left behind, and I tried to pick up the pieces, but it was too late. So, I spent some time there, in that house, until I moved to another home, and another, trying to find the key to figuring out how to fix it all. And then I came here, to a new place, with new people." His eyes flashed at me again, red with tears. "And then you showed up and kissed me, just like he did." He looked away and clenched his fist. "I closed my eyes and I was with him again. It was like the accident never happened, and he was back in my arms. But when I opened my eyes again I realized what I was doing and I couldn't go on." He looked down at his paws as a tear dripped from his cheek. "He lived for a week after the crash in a coma, and seeing him there, smashed and broken; his life dangling by a string, I would have given anything for him to be alright again. I didn't leave his side once. They had to force me to sleep because I refused to stop holding his paw. As long as I could feel a pulse in him, he was with me. But one night, they convinced me to take a nap, and I woke up to a screeching noise coming from a machine and the pulse was gone. I never got to say goodbye to him." Terri began balling and I scooted over and gave him a hug. His body heaved with his cries, and my paw gently moved along his arm. He wiped his eyes and sniffled as he continued. "My last memory of him is him lying there perfectly still. The tubes and wires and stitches and bandages covering him," he said through his tears. "The doctors told me I'd only have a few hours with him when he first came in. But he lasted a week; he wanted to survive. But when no one was looking, He took him from me like the coward He is." He looked painfully up at the heavens, mouthing "Why?" but only giving a rough screech from his throat before he broke down, crying again. As he collapsed into his paws, I wrapped around him more, trying to comfort him. "I miss his so much..." I heard him whisper through his paws. I rubbed his back and tried to calm him as best as I could. I pulled him back and we laid down on the bed. He crawled up against me and I pet his head fur gently. His soft sobbing filled the room as we laid there. I closed my eyes and gave him a light squeeze. I felt a kiss on my muzzle, but I didn't say anything. His warm body was pressed tight against mine as his crying slowly got fainter. \*\*\* I woke up the next morning with my arm wrapped around Terri's waste as we spooned. Unsure of what I should do, I tried to move, but Terri grabbed my arm and mumbled something in his sleep about me not leaving for work. I shifted a little more to see if I could slip free, but he only tightened his grip, bringing my paw to his mouth as he kissed it saying "I love you Evan" in a sleepy tone. I waited a little while as the fox snuggled into the pillow and tried pulling my hand free again. He let go and I quickly moved. I could hear him whimper a little as he searched for my missing paw. Feeling bad I petted his head. I saw a smile appear across his muzzle as he turned and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. He kissed me on the lips, giggling softly. As he tongue entered my mouth I felt my sheath pulse again, but my mind was debating if I should just wake him up. It didn't matter much though, because his eyes opened and he jumped as he saw it was me. He scrambled, apologizing and standing up from the bed. I could see that there was a rather large lump hidden in his pajama pants. I stood up on my knees, looking at the fox cursing under his breath and looking towards the wall. "Why are you sorry?" I asked, moving a little closer to him. "Because I shouldn't be doing that." "Why not?" "I already told you why." "You seemed to be enjoying it until you opened your eyes." I was now at the very edge of the bed. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his waist again. His paws moved to stop me, but they only pressed my paws against his stomach. "You seemed so happy." "I was. I was dreaming about him." I pressed my body against his and placed my muzzle on his shoulder, his soft voice humming in my ear. "It was so nice to see him again. He's the only one I've had, and I can only see him in my sleep." "How long has it been since you've been loved by someone?" "Since the accident... four years ago." "Do you think Evan would like to know you've been alone so long?" "...No..." "Then why not?" Terri turned to me and looked into my eyes. "I can't..." "You can..." I pressed my muzzle up against his. His arms wrapped around me as we kissed deeply. I pressed my hips against him and he moaned. His cock pulsed against mine. I felt a paw move to my chest, but it pushed me away. "Not now..." he said, separating from me. "When?" "I don't know, just not now, not here." I stood there next to him looking into his eyes not knowing how to respond. His eyes focused deep into mine. Then they broke away quickly. "I need to do some thinking..." he said, walking to the door. I followed him to the door. He put a paw on my shoulder. "Ed..." he looked back into my eyes. "Thanks for last night. I haven't talked about him in a long time, and I really needed to." He gave me a soft kiss on the cheek before opening the door and letting me out. I watched him disappear behind the closing door and I walked down to the living room and sprawled out on the couch and sighed. There was a lot of thinking to do. To be continued :3

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Title: The lord of the chuphitos, la comunidad del chupito by -Glaurung_The_Dragoness- Tags: Action, Adventure, Humor, Spanish Language Aqui, en esta historia, parodia (yo me rei demasiado cuando se me ocurria y casi muero atragantado con un plato de arroz blanco)del señor de los anillos. que la disfruteis! EL SEOR DE LOS CHUPITOS (La Comunidad del Chupito) Era Pascua y se celebraba la fiesta de la Sidra en toda la Comarcal IV, pero el festejo era mayor en Hobbitville. Allí, todos los habitantes habían sido atraídos por los rumores de fiesta hasta las tantas, barra libre, banda de elfos bardos, buffet libre y toda la Sidra que pudiesen beber. Todo a la salud del hobbit más especial de la zona, hobbit con negocio propio, que había vivido aventuras, que había acaudalado grandes fortunas, que había llegado a avanzada edad y todavía se movía como un chaval. No gustaba a muchos, pero la fiesta, la pitanza y la bebida, sí lo hacían. La pradera frente a Cíclope Chapado, que así se llamaba el 'bujero del hobbit, había servido de asentamiento para carpas, grandes mesas, y fiesta rociera. Sólo faltaba la Macarena. Allí, ahora de noche, todos los hobbits del lugar bebían y comían a la salud de su anfitrión, que a estas alturas de la borrachera ya era como un viejo y querido miembro de la familia. Así pues, todos pidieron que subiera al estrado a decir unas palabras. * Que suba, que suba, que suba, quesuba, q'suba, q'súbamela, jejeje..¡q'súbamela!.. (estaban borrachos) Como de cualquier forma ya tenía pensado subir para decir unas palabras, pues subió. Apoyado en un árbol con un gran vaso de sidra en la mano, suspirando y llevándose la mano a la cara por la vergüenza ajena que estaba sintiendo hacia esa panda de hobbits borrachos, el viejo magno descansaba. También acaparaba las miradas recelosas de las gentes a las cuales no caía muy bien, pero como eran hobbits le importaba una mierda de Troll. Ahora, a sabiendas de lo que iba a hablar su viejo amigo, esperó atento. Alguien subió al estrado, alguien un poco más alto que un hobbit, alguien con un solo ojo. Era Barkbilbo, y empezó a hablar. * Está bien, está bien... ositas, ya he subido. Tú, deja de hacerte el gracioso que te he visto, atrévete a lanzarme otra y ya verás. Todos rieron del viejo y gracioso señor Barkbilbo Bolsón. Hizo unos gestos con las manos para que todos callasen. * Veréis, he de ser sincero con todos vosotros. Me estáis costando el ojo de la cara que me falta -más risas-, y seguís comportándoos igual de gil...digo... maleducados. Pero no importa. Veréis, ya llevo muchos años con vosotros, y vosotros lo lleváis conmigo, bebiendo, cantando, contando historias sobre mis viajes a las tierras de los hombres-ñu, sobre mi escapadita con mis colegas los enanos a la montaña del Pimiento del Piquillo, la temporada que fui pirata y me dedique a excavar en las playas para esconder tesoros... muchas, muchas aventuras he pasado ya... * Ve al grano... -gritaron. * Sí. Bueno, la verdad es que ahora que os veo no me resultan familiares muchas caras. No conozco a la mitad de vosotros, y la mitad de vosotros ni se llega a imaginar la mitad de lo que me debe los tres cuartos de los que estáis aquí y... * ¿Pero de qué habla ahora... -murmuraban. * ¡Pues que sois todos una panda de buitres carroñeros que no vienen a mi casa más que para hacer el elfo, decir tonterías, beber sin permiso de mi cosecha privada y encima no pagáis luego! ¡Y por si fuera poco luego os quejáis de que yo me enfade cuando la verdad es que no sois más que una panda de elfos envidiosos que sólo pensáis en vosotros mismos y... y... El magno, preocupado por la actitud de su viejo amigo, que tanto distaba de su habitual humor, contempló cómo la muchedumbre empezaba a enfadarse y a murmurar cosas. También, cómo Barkbilbo poco a poco se llevaba la mano al bolsillo del pantalón. Es más, la tenía allí y no la sacaba. Pedía a los dioses que "por favor fuese su objeto mágico, el que encontró, lo que estaba acariciando y no otra cosa". * ... no os aguanto, ¡no os aguanto! ¡Aquí lo único que gastáis es la paciencia a los que nos dejamos los riñones en esto! ... ay, necesito un trago... bueno, que ya termino... Y por todo eso he decidido, he decidido que... ¡que lo mejor es que me marche! Y añadió. * ¡Que os zurzan a'tos! -sacó un objeto brillante del bolsillo, se lo llevó a la cara, y acto seguido desapareció en un estallido de luz y humo al estilo David Coperfil. Todos los presentes se quedaron murmurando cosas sobre lo cabroncete que era el viejo Barkbilbo, de que si estaba ya chocho, de cómo había hecho para desaparecer así o de si eso era bueno. Eso también lo pensaba el viejo magno. Había ciertas cosas que ya había estado pensando desde hacía tiempo, y había que aclararlas. Por el oscuro camino terroso de la noche, invisible, alguien se tambaleaba de un lado a otro, llevándose un cajetín de correo, la puerta de la vaya de un jardín, pisó unos setos, luego se dio contra una puerta y cayó al suelo... * Jjjoer, qué peo gue llievo... ouÁ.... abla cadabla.. eemm... ¡¡gue te ablas!! Joia buerta, tendré que hujar la lliave de lo wbos... La puerta se abrió por arte de magia. Bueno, ese era el efecto que daba al ser abierta por alguien invisible. Dentro, era la típica casa hobbit, con mucho desorden y muchos trastos. Luego, dentro del estudio, Barkbilbo reapareció, un tanto ebrio. * Prrff... menudo viajcito... Uf, ya se me ha pasado, menos mal. Cada vez me cuesta más recuperarme. Ahora, a terminar de hacer las maletas y mar... * ¡Barkbilbo Bolsón, se puede saber qué has hecho! * Ostias, Currolf, qué susto me has dado... tío, no entres así, que me da un infarto. Allí, de pie todo lo alto que era, se encontraba Currolf el Gris, el magno más famoso de toda la Comarcal IV. Amigo y compañero de pachangas de Barkbilbo, y también compartía la misma reputación de "bicho raro". * Perdóname si no te he atendido mucho, pero con la despedida y eso... * ¡Sabes perfectamente que no estoy enfadado por eso! * ¿Entonces? * ¡No puedes tratar a la gente así, por muy pesados y molestos que sean! Tú tienes tus responsabilidades y tienes que tratar con ellos como si fueses un adulto... * Pero Currolf, no puedo, me tienen los huevos como los de un dragón con tantas tonterías. * Fíjate en mí. Yo guardo la compostura. Hay que tener cuidado con estas cosas. ¡No aprenderás nunca! * Supongo. Ya sabes que es porque me tienen muy quemado. Yo antes no era así. * No. No lo eras -confesó Currolf estudiando a su amigo-. Y creo saber por qué es. * ¿A sí? * Últimamente te veo muy apegado a ese objeto tuyo. Además, se te ve muy sano para la edad que tienes. Y también muy alto. Y lo de que sólo tengas un ojo me parece excesivamente anormal. * Es que me alimento bien... * Sí ya. Más bien diría que ese objeto tiene mucha influencia en ti, de algún modo. * Bueno. Si me disculpas, me espera un viaje y... * Recuerda Barkbilbo. Son muchas las petacas mágicas que hay por el mundo, algunas son peligrosas y desconocidas, pero lo que sí se es que no hay que usar a la ligera ninguna de ellas como tú acostumbras a hacer con la tuya. * ¡Es mía y yo hago lo que quiera con ella! * ¡Barkbilbo Bolsón, compórtate! * Em.. sí, lo siento Currolf. De cualquier modo, me iré lejos a donde no creo que la vaya a necesitar más. * Así que has decidido irte a.... * Ruinesdel, con los elfos -confesó Barkbilbo, y se sintió más viejo al decirlo. * Iuuuuuuuuj... con los elfos. * Sí. Allí al menos no me vendrán estos pesados con sus quejas y sus chorradas. Nadie se atrevería ir a buscarme allí. * Parece un buen plan. ¿Y qué vas a hacer con todo esto? * Se lo dejaré a mi sobrino. * ¿A tu sobrino Alfrodo? * Al mismo. Al sabio, al erudito, al bonachón, al atlético, al diplomático, al responsable, al honorable, al caballeroso, al valiente, a mi sobrino Alfrodo. * ¿Estamos hablando del mismo Alfrodo? -preguntó Currolf escéptico- ¿al mismo Alfrodo que dejó los estudios de magia, abandonó a una mujer preñada, al cual pusieron precio a su cabeza vivo o muerto y que por suerte pudimos sacarle de esos líos, y que ahora se dedica a beber todo el día con esa cuadrilla de amigos suyos? * Bueno, yo prefiero verlo como te he dicho. * ¿Y la petaca? * También se la dejo. Ahora si me disculpas viejo amigo, ya nos veremos. Tengo un viaje por iniciar -Barkbilbo pasó frente a Currolf y estaba a punto de salir por la puerta. * Barkbilbo. * ¿Sí, Currolf? * La petaca. * ¿Qué petaca? * ¿Dónde has dejado tu petaca? * Pues ahí, encima de la mesa -Barkbilbo volvió señalando al escritorio, pero la petaca no estaba allí. El hobbit se sentía un poco perdido, tanteó en su bolsillo y allí estaba-. Vaya, qué curioso, juraría que la había puesto en la mesa para dejársela a mi sobrino y... no... él no sabría apreciarla, él no la merece tanto como yo... * ¿Barkbilbo, te encuentras bien? * Me la voy a quedar Currolf, me la voy a quedar, es mía, es mi petaca.... ¡es mía... es... miii cantimmmploooraaa...! -el tono de Barkbilbo cambió al pronunciar esto último, parecía un demente. * ¡Barkbilbo Bolson, deja esa petaca encima de la mesa! * ¡No, la quieres para ti! -Currolf le dio con el bastón y Barkbilbo volvió en sí- ¡Ah! ¿por qué me has pegado? ¿yo qué te he hecho? * Lo he hecho por tu bien. Ahora, deja esa petaca en el escritorio y mejor será que te marches. Ya me encargaré yo de atender a tu sobrino. * Está bien. Perdóname Currolf, no.. no.. no sé qué me pasa, supongo que será de la edad. Adiós, viejo amigo, ya nos veremos. * Hasta donde me alcance la vista, amigo... Currolf se despidió y se quedó allí sentado, fumando y pensativo. Barkbilbo salió al camino nocturno cabizbajo, triste y avergonzado de su comportamiento. Ya, a las tantas te la madrugada, Alfrodo Boslon, el hobbit sobrino de Barkbilbo, volvía por el camino riendo y charlando con sus amigos. Se despidió de ellos delante de la puerta de casa... Llamarme al móvil... y pasó dentro. Recorrió las habitaciones, de techos lo suficientemente altos como para que un hobbit de dos metros noventa se pudiese pasear sin darse en la cabeza, llamando a su tío para charlar con él y se sorprendió mucho al ver a Currolf allí sentado, pensando y fumando, y la petaca mágica de su tío encima de la mesa. * ¿Currolf, dónde está mi tío? * Se ha ido a Ruinesdel, con los elfos. * ¿Qué? * Te lo ha dejado todo, Cíclope Chapado y todo lo que quedaba de sus pertenencias. También te ha dejado su petaca pero... * ¿Qué es lo que ocurre Currolf? ¿Tienes problemas con las mujeres?¿Te veo preocupado? * Es por algo que decía tu tío, me ha hecho recordar cosas. Algo que está ahí pero no consigo averiguar qué es. Mira, me gustaría quedarme aquí unos días contigo haciéndote compañía, pero tengo prisa y es muy importante. Coge la petaca de tu tío y guárdale en lugar seguro, y ante todo, no la saques ni mucho menos bebas de ella hasta que yo vuelva... * Jajaja... ¿tienes miedo de que no te deje un poco? * ¡Hablo en serio, necio! Yo tengo que ir a Madrid-Tirith a por información. En cuanto sepa algo volveré. A lo sumo tardaré un trimestre. Hasta entonces... no te metas en líos. * Vaya, es una pena que te marches. Pero está bien, ya nos veremos. Currolf abandonó presuroso Cíclope Chapado, luego Hobbitville, luego la Comarcal IV, luego estaba muy lejos... Alfrodo se quedó ahí de pié, en la puerta, pensando en que ya no volvería a ver su tío y... ¡JOER, LE HA DEJADO TOA LA CASA PARA ÉL SOLO! ¡¡¡FIESTA!!! --- Los días y las semanas pasaron. Alfrodo aprovechó la fortuna de los Bolson para invitar a sus colegas y vecinos a juergas de fin de semana de tres días en el 'bujero de su tío, que ahora era suyo. Esta fortuna menguó, y cuando pasó el primer mes ya estaba deseando que volviese Currolf de una puñetera vez para darle a la botella mágica esa, que estaba más seco que el Sahara. Pero Currolf no venía, ya le dijo que tardaría un trimestre entero, eso significaba que tardaría cuatro meses. Alfrodo tuvo que reprimir sus ganas y tener que recurrir al gorroneo a sus colegas y al hurto en las tabernas para poder pagarse unas rondas de cerveza. Dos meses más tarde, una noche cualquiera, al volver de fiesta todavía peo junto a su fiel amigo y vecino, Alfrodo se despidió en su jardín y entró en casa. Allí, de la oscuridad, salió Currolf como un obseso sexual y se le tiró al hombro, a Alf casi le da un patatús. * ¡Joer, tronco, ostias, tío, no'gas so gue me'a dao hamacuko...! joer, gue zusto... * ¡Reponte pequeño hobbit! -Currolf le dio de bofetadas a Alfrodo hasta que se le pasó la borrachera. * ¡Currolf, has vuelto! * ¡¿Dónde está, dónde la has guardado?! ¡Sácala! * Espero que te refieras a la petaca... Alfrodo sacó la petaca de su escondrijo y se la ofreció a Currolf. Este negó con la cabeza y le indicó que derramase un poco en la chimenea. Alfrodo le obedeció. * Aunque sigo diciendo que esto es desperdiciarla. * ¡Calla! Dime, qué ves... * Un buen trago echado a perder. * ¿Nada más? * Nada.... -Currolf respiró aliviado- espera... el fuego ha cambiado, ahora es verde, ahora azul, ahora rosa, ahora negro, ahora blanco y con estrellitas... * ...oh, no... ¿qué más? -Currolf estaba de espaldas, no quería mirar. * Esto parece el espectáculo de agua del Juan Carlos I, eso de que ponen una fuente a lanzar chorros y con rayos láser hacen imágenes, muy chuli... * ¡Hobbit estúpido, céntrate que es importante! * Mmm... un monigote, no... son unos rayajos, parecen escritos por un elfo... -Currolf se dio la vuelta y miró-, ¿sabes qué es lo que pone? * Sí. No es élfico. Es la lengua borracha de Morcillor. * ¡¿La lengua de Morcillor?! ¿qué significa? * "Un chupito para atraerlos a todos, un chupito para invitarlos a todos y tenerles bien cogios por los wevos en la tierra de Morcillor" * ¿Y eso qué significa? -el hobbit estaba más pálido que un elfo en una fiesta de enanos. * Es parte de un cantar. Hace mucho tiempo Saurku, el señor oscuro, antes de ser destruido, hizo destilar los más suculentos brebajes. Se los entregó a los señores de todas las razas conocidas engañándoles de que no iba con malas intenciones. Claro está, sí que iba con malas intenciones. Esos brebajes mágicos provocarían en ellos el síndrome de abstinencia, y al no resistir la tentación de probar el brebaje único, aquel que se preparó Saurku para sí mismo en el monte del Intestino, todos esos señores de la tierra le rendirían tributo sin ninguna queja o inconveniente. Por suerte Saurku fue destruido por Isidro, el Santo Patrón de las Juergas Rocieras, no obstante, la petaca también le consumió a él (era él quien la consumía), pero al fallecer de una cirrosis crónica la petaca desapareció de los anales de la historia. "Tres chupitos de Vino, Rojo, Blanco y Rosado, para los Elfos amariconados. Siete de Cerveza, Rubia, Negra, de Barril, Espumosa, Caliente, Fresca y Enanil, para los Enanos que beben a saco. Nueve variados de, Tequila, Wisky, Vodka, Bugman XXX, AguilaAmstel, Otramahou, Anís, Aguardiente y Ron, para los Hombres mortales condenados a pagar mogollón. Uno para el señor Oscuro, en el retrete oscuro, en la tierra de Morcillor en donde se extienden las chavolas. Un chupito para atraerlos a todos, un chupito para invitarlos a todos y tenerles bien cogios por los huevos en la tierra de Morcillor en la tierra en donde se extienden las chavolas". Eso que tienes ahí es el chupito de KangKang del señor oscuro. * Aaaaaah... -Alfrodo dio un salto para alejarse de la petaca-, pero... fue destruido. * Sí, pero no del todo. El ojo irritado de Saurku vuelve a alzarse en la torre de Ostrás. Y hará lo que sea por recuperar su chupito. * Pero, aquí estamos a salvo, ¿verdad?.... ¿VERDAD? * Sabes. La petaca ya estaba empezando a tener control sobre el pobre y viejo Barkbilbo. La llamó "su cantimplora". El no era el primero que lo llamaba así. ¿Te contó cómo la consiguió? * Dijo que le tocó en la Tómbola. * En realidad se la arrebató a la criatura Yallum. Esa lastimera criatura lo había tenido en su poder durante siglos. La busqué durante semanas para interrogarla pero, el señor oscuro se nos adelantó. Yallum sabía que la tenía Barkbilbo, y ahora es cuestión de tiempo hasta que hable y sus bestias vengan a por ti. * ¡Te cagax! ¿Y qué hago? * Yo tengo que consultar con mi decano de la orden de los ViejasCostumbresMagnus. * ¿Vas a salir corriendo como un cobarde? -Currolf le arreó un guantazo- ¡au! * Estúpido hobbit. No. Tengo que consultarlo. Pero mira, Cíclope Chapado no es un lugar seguro, incluso puede que ya tengan espías aquí. Lo mejor que puedes hacer es prepararte durante un mes para un gran viaje. Tendrás que ir a Ruinesdel... * ¡Estarás de coña! ¡¿Qué ostias voy a ir yo a donde los elfos...?! * Yo te acompañaré. Pero te estaré esperando en Beer (cerveza en ingles), en la taberna del Pony Montador. Ambos escucharon un ruido proveniente de los setos bajo la ventana. Sonidos guturales, tal vez los de una bestia. Currolf, alargó el brazo acechando a lo que fuese lo que hubiese allí, y lo metió de un tirón dentro, luego le apuntó con la espada para ensartarlo de ser un enemigo. Era el amigo, compañero, el inseparable vecino de Alfrodo. * ¡Gñamsagaz Gñamyi! ¿se puede saber qué estabas haciendo ahí fuera a estas horas de la noche?¿Nos estabas espiando? * ¡Gñam, gñam gñam, gñam gñam gñam...! (estaba vomitando) -dijo Gñam a modo de disculpa. * ¡Ya, claro, y esperarás que me lo crea! ¿no? ¡Dime qué has oído! -amenazó Currolf con la punta de su bastarda. * ¡Gñam, gñam! ¡Gñam! * ¡No me lo creo!, te voy a convertir en un bicho repugnante, en una bola de piel verdosa calva con patas, dientes, e incapaz de pronunciar una palabra coherente. * ¡Gñaaaaam! * Está bien, no lo haré. Pero... a partir de ahora estarás bajo las órdenes del señor Alfrodo Bolson. * Vale, genial, ahora tengo que cargar con una boca con patas que quiere comer elfos y explorar mundo. Guay -a Alfrodo no le gustaba la idea. * Bueno, veo que te agrada la idea, Gñam. Pero tengo prisa. Recordad pequeños hobbits: no os fiéis ni de vuestras sombras, caminad en el anonimato, no llaméis la atención, y sobre todo no bebáis de la petaca. Ya nos encontraremos dentro de un mes en el Poney Montador. Hasta donde os alcance la vista... Currolf salió raudo mientras Alfrodo maldecía en todos los problemas que le estaban metiendo, y Gñam daba saltitos incordiando al hobbit Un gran eructo hizo escupir magma al monte del intestino. A través de la ola de roca fundida se divisaba la alta torre de Ostrás, rodeada de chavolas y colas y colas de orcos que esperaban entrar en ella para tomar un trago, pero no se abrían. Y en lo alto de esta, el gran ojo rojo irritado de Saurku que buscaba y buscaba, sediento, obsesionado. * Arf, arf... necesito un trago... ¡mi chupito, dónde está, lo necesito! Aaayy... menudo resacón. Ya se enterarán todos. Cuando recupere mi chupito oscuro de KangKang, conseguiré mitigar esta resaca, y entonces, ¡mi venganza será bíblica! ¡más sonada que el chupinazo del 7 de julio! Uff... qué malos recuerdos... Alguien entró en el gran salón de la torre de Ostrás. Era un ser etéreo, de figura humana, y se paseaba por ahí como Pedro por su casa. * ¡Gora San Fermín! * Gora, gora... -respondió Saurku llevándose la mano a la cabeza para aguantarse el resacón. * ¿Me llamabais vos? * Sí, nazgûl. Ese asqueroso bicho ya ha confesado dónde está mi petaca... * ¡El chupito de KangKang! ¿Me daréis un poco, porfaaaa? -suplicaba el etéreo ser. * Que sí... que sí... que ya te daré un poco. Pero antes debes ir a Hobbitville a recuperarlo. Lo tiene un tal... Bolsón. * Bolsón. De qué me sonará ese nombre. ¡¡Changos!! No me acuerdo. Pero si vos quieres que vaya y lo recupere, eso será lo que haré. * Sí, muy bien. Llévate a los demás porque no me fío ni un pelo. Ahora, si no te importa, voy a darme una ducha fría a ver si se me pasa esta mierda de resaca... putos elfos... se enterarán de la última... y esos de Madrid-Tirith, lo mismo. * Juju, sí señor. Como vos quieras. (¿Dónde habré escuchado ese apellido?) --- En el este, lejos de allí. Currolf viajaba veloz hacia Isengauf, para encontrarse con el decano de su orden. Cruzó las murallas y pasó frente a los centenarios árboles, y allí, en las escaleras, ya le esperaba el otro magno. * La sombra del resacón de Saurku se extiende por toda la Tierra del Medio, el ojo irritado se alza sobre Ostrás, y Currolf viene raudo a pedirme consejo. * ¡Theroman! (oye, eso de la Tierra del Medio tiene copyright, te aviso). * Bienvenido Currolf el Gris (ya, pero es que si no, no me rimaba). * Bienhallado Theroman el Morado (de cualquier modo sigue teniendo copyright). * Pasemos dentro y allí me cuentas tus nuevas... nuevas... Los dos magnos entraron en la torre de Isengauf y subieron al salón principal. En el centro de este había un pequeño altar con algo bajo un trapo, y en una habitación contigua, un escritorio y un cómo trono. * Y dime, pues, Currolf, ¿qué nuevas traes? * Lo he encontrado. He encontrado el chupito único, la petaca del señor oscuro, el trago de KangKang. * ... y me suponía algo así... * Vaya, cualquiera que te viera diría que estás eufórico. ¡Tío, que es la petaca maligna! ¡La llave para la destrucción de todo! ¡El poder absoluto (bueno, mentira)! * ...que sí, que sí... * ¿Pero qué pasa? * Pues anda. Que es que el KangKang a mí no me mola. La cerveza tampoco. El anís tal vez... aunque claro, ahora que lo pienso, podría chantajear a Saurku para que me consiguiese el chupito de anís y... * ¡¿Estarás hablando en broma, no, pelilila?! * Emm... síiii... -mentira cochina-. Bueno, mira, quiero enseñarte una cosa. Theroman caminó asta el altar seguido de Currolf, allí destapó el trapo y mostró un extraño objeto que parecía un balde. Currolf lo contempló, Theroman contempló a Currolf esperando una respuesta, Currolf contemplaba a Theroman sin entender qué quería que hiciese, pero comprendió... * Ah, sí... -tosió- ¡Por el hacha de Khorne! ¿Qué es esto? * Es "La escupidera mágica del Paladín Alataza"... sirve para comunicarse... * ¡Por el hacha de Khorne! ¡Qué asco, está usada! * ... no, no, no, no... está "imbuida" por el poder de los Valar, y sirve para comunicarse... * ¡No digas mentira! ¡Está usada, y da asco! * ... me estás hartando, déjalo ya. Te digo que está "imbuida", y punto. Sirve para comunicarse con el mismísimo Saurku, en su trono oscuro... * ¿No era "retrete"? un momento... ¡¿ESTÁS FLIPADO?! ¡¿CMO SE TE OCURRE?! ¿No la habrás usado ya? * Puede... -disimulaba-, ¿quieres usarla tú? * Em... no gracias, yo no confabulo con el enemigo. * ¡Con que sí, eh!. Pues te vas a enterar... te reto a un DDI. * ¿Seguro? Es que en el otro lado ya hacían algo parecido, y lo mismo nos demandan por abuso indebido de la propiedad intelectual sin permiso e incumpliendo las normas del copyright. * No, en el otro lado era un Duelo de Tópicos, no un Duelo de Insultos... * En cualquier caso, mejor no lo hagamos. * ¿Entonces qué sugieres? ¿Te encierro y punto? * Qué remedio... ¡Oh, por el Hacha de Khorne, dos miniñus me llevan a una mazmorra, noooo! Dos criaturas pequeñas, dos miniñus (no ñulings, aquí todo hispanizado), se llevaron a Currolf por pasillos, escaleras, salas oscuras, hasta llegar a una mazmorra. Allí, antes de encerrarles, Currolf trató poner en acción el plan de fuga que había pensado por el camino. * Ey, esperad un momento -iba a poner en reto la corta inteligencia de los bichejos. * ¿u? -los miniñus le soltaron y le miraron. * Veamos, tengo aquí esto -sacó una botella de cerveza-. Como sé que sois demasiados inteligentes como para dejaros chantajear, os propongo un trato. Si vosotros ganáis os podréis quedar estas otras dos botellas iguales y me encerráis, si perdéis, me dejáis libre. ¿Vale? -qué gana de complicarse la vida. * u, ñu -asintieron. * Bien, el reto consiste en que uno de vosotros tiene que beberse de un trago toda la botella -curro dejó la botella abierta en el suelo, era de la misma estatura que el miniñu-. Venga, pa'dentro. El miniñu cogió la botella, un tanto nervioso, y se la empezó a beber, poco a poco, trago a trago, sin respirar, y Currolf veía cómo estaba en peligro su plan. Al final, el miniñu consiguió terminársela, Currolf estaba avergonzado, mira que ser derrotado por un miniñu... el bicho respiró a gusto y contento por el trago. * uñuñu, ñuñu... * ¡Por la Vacuidad, menuda mala pata! Los miniñus empujaron a Currolf, cerraron la puerta, echaron el pestillo con la llave y tiraron esta por la ventana como bien les había indicado Theroman. Se giraron sacudiéndose las pezuñas en gesto de "trabajo terminado" y se sorprendieron al ver que no había pasillo y sí cuatro paredes. Lo que Currolf pensó era en si no había hecho el tonto siendo vencido por un par de bichejos que se encerraron en una celda dejándole a él en el pasillo. Pero aprovechó y salió corriendo. Así fue cómo Currolf el Gris consiguió escapar de Isengauf ayudado de la gran Águila Amstel (¿eso también tiene copyright? Bueno, no importa, como me dijo Kain "Las grandes mentes piensan igual"). --- Alfrodo había hecho como le indicó Currolf: salir temprano, ser cautelosos y mantenerse en el anonimato, llevarse a Gñam y procurad que nadie más se enterara... pero fue un problema cuando los pesados de sus primos Traskydoc Pintagamo y Sithael Tuk se los encontraron por el camino, les preguntaron a dónde iban, y Gñam contestó que ha un viaje muy largo a comer elfos y con una petaca llena de KangKang. En cuanto escucharon lo del KangKang fue imposible quitárselos de encima... * Anda, venga, porfa, sólo un traguito, sólo uno, venga Alfrodo enróllate, sólo uno, un chupito, un culín, un trago, algo para quitarme esta sed de la garganta... oye, que yo te he invitado a cerveza, venga, ahora dame un poco de KangKang, joer Alforod, que somos colegas, dame un poco, anda, anda, anda... un sorbito, nada más que un sorbito, un trago, un buche... tío, ¡tío!, ¡Venga!... jo, vaya amigo... yo siempre te doy de lo mío, venga dame un poco... ¡un trago y nada más, que es para probarlo! ¡venga, Alf, enróllate!... * ¡Que te vayas a tomar por saco a otro, que no te voy a dar! ¡Trasky, déjalo ya! -gritó Alfrodo ya arto de su compañero. Se había detenido en mitad del camino para dejar las cosas bien claras. Los otros tres hobbits le miraban expectantes. * Jo, vaya amigo estás hecho... mira que no darnos un poco... * ¡Te he dicho que no puedo, entiendes! Mientras tanto, por otro camino que se cruzaba a ese, un ser oscuro, etéreo, levitaba seguido de tres lucecitas fantasmales, un tanto perdido. * Veamos, era la primera a la derecha y luego la tercera a la izquierda ¿o era la tercera a la izquierda y luego la primera a la derecha? ¡changos! El ser pasó por el cruce que daba al camino de los hobbits, por suerte nadie vio a nadie. * Vaya, setas... -dijo Sithpin mientras se tiraba a un lado del camino, seguido de Trasky y Gñam. * Pues como no me has dado KangKang, no te voy a dejar setas. * Ya ves tú. * Vaya, me ha parecido escuchar algo -se dijo el ser etéreo y dio media vuelta, pero cuando llegó al cruce... * ¡Joer qué mogollón setas! * ¡A ver! -al final Alfrodo, picado por la curiosidad, se tiró de cabeza a un lado del camino. Cuando el nazgûl pasó, no había nadie. * Vaya, qué raro, me había parecido escuchar una voz familiar. ¿Y de qué me sonará lo de Bolsón? -sacó un mapa y empezó a buscar la ruta. * Va, creía que eran de esas con las que uno se pone "contento", no son más que níscalos. Por cierto ¿no os ha parecido oír nada? -Alfrodo se giró y le pareció ver algo etéreo en el camino, luego se volvió a girar a sus compañeros, cuando volvió a girarse para comprobar si de verdad había visto algo, ya no había nada. * ¿Te ocurre algo, Alf? -preguntó Sithpin. * ¿Gñam, gñam, gñam, GAM? * No sé, me ha parecido ver algo... me recordaba a mi antigua novia... creo que necesito un trago -metió la mano en el bolsillo, sacó la petaca, y apunto estuvo de abrirla. * ¡Pero de qué vas! O sea, ¿tú si puedes y nosotros no? * Ui, perdón, la fuerza de la costumbre. * JOER, ALFRODO, ERES UN ¡CABRN! GORRN DE MIERDA, NO TE VOY A VOLVER A INVITAR... El nazgûl, que había vuelto a encontrar su camino, se detuvo alertado por los gritos. * ¿Alfrodo? -algo se encendió en la mente del ser etéreo- ¡changos, ahora me acuerdo! ¡Alfrodo Bolsón! Grrrrrr... bastardo... Trasky seguí gritando furioso a su amigo Alfrodo, Gñam y Sithpin seguían cogiendo setas. El ser etéreo se paró en el cruce, mirando al grupo, con ojos brillantes y recubierto de llamas espectrales de furia asesina. * ... ¡Y UN GAÁN! NUNCA INVITAS TÍO, ENCIMA, CON LA CASA QUE TIENES Y VIENES DICIENDO QUE NO TIENES NI UN DURO, Y ADEMÁS... * ¿Emm... por qué te callas y te has puesto tan blanco? * Alf... -dijo Trasky con la voz temblorosa-, mira ahí detrás... -los otros dos hobbits estaban en las mismas. * ¿Por qué, qué ocurre, hay un fantasma? A ver... -Alf se giró. * ¡MALDITO BASTARDO, TE VOY A MATAR POR DEJARME PLANTADA CON TRILLIZOS! * ¡POR LAS BARBAS DE L'CHUCK (personaje de Monkey Island™)! ES MI EX, ES MEDEA... Y ESTÁ ENFADADA... eeem... ¡SALÍR POR EL CAMINO ECHANDO OSTIAS, PERO YA....! Los cuatro hobbits salieron corriendo por el camino como alma se lleva el diablo, y el nazgûl les perseguía con instintos de homicida. Se salieron del camino por una curva, pasaron de largo a los elfos con los que se suponía iban a pasar la noche, atravesaron bosques y campos, ríos y pueblos, y llegaron hasta las puertas del jardín viejo... Le habían ganado terreno al nazgûl, así que pararon un momento a descansar y tomar aliento... * Arf, arf, arf...¿y qué hacemos ahora? -preguntó Trasky. * Gñam, gñam... * Gñam tiene razón, no podemos seguir así -dijo Sithpin. * Estamos frente al Viejo Jardín Botánico. * ...¿y? * Creo que Medea era alérgica al polen. * No. Pero por probar... * Por mí vale -dijo Sithpin. * Gñam -asintió Gñam. * Ya, pero ahí dentro hay peligros... * TE VOY A MATAR A TI Y A TUS AMIGOS. * ... bueno, peor que una ex novia cabreada no creo. Así pues, los cuatro hobbits se aventuraron al interior del Viejo Jardín Botánico. Quién sabe los horrores y peligros con los que se encontrarán. Ah, Medea seguía cabreada, pero no se metió en el jardín. El Viejo Jardín Botánico era la mar de extraño. Los árboles se encontraban retorcidos, de distintos tonos de verdes, y cubiertos de curiosas nizgaldas y esferas de todos los colores imaginables. - Es como si estuviésemos en la Aldea de Papá Noel -comentó Sithpin en tono desalentador. - Sí. Da escalofríos -añadió Trasky. - Gñamgñam, gñam gñam... - Y el suelo parece la tierra del cajón de arena de un gato, ¡qué asco! -dijo Alfrodo mientras se limpiaba los pies en las raíces de un árbol. - Oye Trasky ¿qué sabes de este lugar? - Pues que... se dice que aquí ocurren cosas raras, los árboles son raros y se escuchan sonidos raros -todos miraron alrededor. - Vale ¿Algo de lo que no nos hayamos dado cuenta? - Pues que la gente no entra aquí, o los que entran no salen, se dicen que son muchos los peligros ocultos que hay, ¡terroríficos, sanguinolentos, petrificadores y que se divisan a la legua del daño que pueden causar y... - ¡Aivá, mirad, una planta! -gritó Sithpin mientras corría hacia un macetero. El pequeño hobbit llegó y contempló la flor. El macetero era grande, rojizo, de arcilla. La tierra de su interior estaba seca y daba pena que no la regasen... - Qué penita, no la riegan. ... la flor, de distintos tonos verdosos pálidos y fluorescentes, tenía un tallo largo, largo, con dos grandes hojas a cada lada, y en lo alto un gran capullo que parecía una vaina. En su cuello, llevaba pétalos blancos. Parecía una margarita gigante. - Jo, vaya, es tan grande como una persona, seguro que ese capullo sería una cama estupenda. - A ver qué pone en el macetero -dijo Trasky apartando a Sithpin de un codazo. - Ey, ten cuidado. - Mmmm... Mordetora Plantis. Se parece a las pequeñas flores que se encuentran a la orilla del Tornasauce. Mmmm... - ¿Qué ocurre? -preguntó Alfrodo, a una distancia precavida. - ¿Para qué tendrá ojos esta cosa? - ¡¿Ojos?! -preguntó Sithpin. - Sí, mira, ahí tiene un par de ojos que nos está mirando y el capullo dientes y... ¡¡ZAS!! ¡¡AM!! Todo fue muy rápido. Trasky no había terminado de hacerse entender y la Mordetora Plantis le había devorado a él y a Sithpin que estaba a un lado. Las piernas de estos colgaban por fuera del capullo mientras los flexibles y gomosos dientes del vegetal masticaban a los hobbits, acompañando el típico sonido del masticar una lechuga con los quejidos y pataleos de Trasky y Sithpin. Alfrodo, cagao de miedo, salió pitando y gritando. Gñam, armado de valor, empezó a incordiar a la planta, saltando a su alrededor, impotente por no tener brazos para ayudar a sus compañeros... - ¡GAM, GAM, GAM....GAM...! - ¡Socorro! ¡Socorro! ¡Un geranio se está comiendo a mis amigos! Pero nadie acudía a su ayuda, ya sólo asomaba un pie, Gñam empezó a llorar, Alfrodo se preocupaba de la bronca que le iba a echar Currolf cuando se enterase de todo lo sucedido. Y cuando ya pensaba en hacerse el harakiri, escuchó a alguien cantando... Estaba el señor Don Gato sentadito en su tejado marramiau, miau, miau, sentadito en su tejado. - ¡¿Gñam, has escuchado eso?! - ¡Gñam! -asintió. Ha recibido una carta por si quiere ser casado, marramiau, miau, miau, por si quiere ser casado. Alguien (o algo) apareció de la espesura. La voz era suave y alegre. Pero el bicho tenía aspecto de ser un gato. Era peludo, tenía orejas y rabo, una mata de pelos en la cabeza, el tamaño de un ser humano, la figura y las curvas de una mujer, y caminaba a cuatro patas restregándose por los árboles mientras cantaba alegre: Con una gatita blanca sobrina de un gato pardo, marramiau, miau, miau, sobrina de un gato pardo. * ¡Miau, vaya! ¿Qué ocurre aquí? * ¡Socorro, ayúdanos, un cardo se está comiendo a mis dos amigos! * Miau, ya veo. La mujer felina se acercó a la planta y la empezó a acariciar. * Miau, oye ¿y por qué no sueltas a esos pobrecitos? * Jam, jam, jam... no quiero, tengo hambre. * Ya, pero si sigues comiéndote a la gente luego es normal que no venga nadie al jardín. Y luego te quejas de que te estamos echando a perder, de que no te llevamos a concursos de Las Plantas Carnívoras Más Monas. Miau. * Jam, jam, jam... blablabla... lo que tendríais que hacer es regarme y darme de comer, que me estáis matando de hambre. * Mira, Miau. Tú le sueltas y yo me encargaré de regarte todos los días y ponerte abono jugoso. * Jam, jam, jam... ¿y si no? -preguntó la planta. La gata sacó sus uñas retráctiles mientras le guiñaba un ojo-. Oh, ya veo..... PUUUAJ... La planta escupió a los dos hobbits, que se encontraban un tanto aturdidos. Todos se alejaron de la planta, caminaron hacia el centro del Jardín siguiendo a la mujer, mientras comentaban lo sucedido. * Hola, me llamo Ches Bombadil, este es mi Jardín Botánico, vivo aquí desde... desde hace mucho. Os voy a llevar a mi casa y allí os daré algo de comer como disculpa por el comportamiento de mis plantas. Miau. * Em... sí... nosotros somos hobbits. Yo soy Alfrodo, este es Gñam, y a los que se estaba comiendo la lechuga se llaman Trasky y Sithpin. * Hola. Hola. Gñam -saludaron. Así, se adentraron en el Jardín. Mientras, Ches Bombadil seguía cantando. El gato por ir a verla se ha caído del tejado, marramiau, miau, miau, se ha caído del tejado. Y llegaron a su casa, era una casa normal, paso de describirla. Ches Bombadil seguía cantando. Se ha roto seis costillas el espinazo y el rabo, marramiau, miau, miau, el espinazo y el rabo. El interior de la casa parecía pobre. Los hobbits pasaban tímidos bajo la atenta mirada de un humano, alto, de pelo oscuro y corto, con una sonrisa radiante. Ches y ese humano se besaron y cada uno volvió a lo suyo. * Esto son unos invitados, cariño. * Bien, así podré cocinar para seis -ya ves, cualquier chorrada. * Mi marido se llama LARs Vallas Luminosas. Es el electricista del Jardín. Pero como todavía no se han inventado las bombillas. Miau Ya lo llevan a enterrar por la calle del pescado, marramiau, miau, miau, miau, por la calle del pescado. * Qué tía más cansina ¿eh, Gñam? -le dijo Alfrodo a parte a su compañero- ¿Oye, te acuerdas antes que te dije que la tierra se parecía al a del cajón de arena de un gato? -le giñó el ojo. Al olor de las sardinas el gato ha resucitado, marramiau, miau, miau, el gato ha resucitado. Por eso dice la gente siete vidas tiene un gato, marramiau, miau, miau, siete vidas tiene un gato. * ¡Qué canción más bonita! -Sithpin se llevó una colleja por parte de sus amigos. * ¿Sí? Bueno, pero ya he terminado, tal vez en otro momento la repita. Ahora, contadme quiénes sois. * Pues venimos de la Comarcal IV y vamos a Ruinesdel a donde los jodios elfos. * Sithpin, hablas demasiado, además, cuida tu lenguaje ¡besugo! -recriminó Alfrodo. * ¡Vaya, a Ruinesdel! ¿Y qué vais a hacer allí? * Pues por el camino nos teníamos que encontrar con Currolf el Gris... * ¡Sithpin, te estás yendo de la lengua! * Miau. No recrimines a tu amigo. No ocurre nada, aquí no tenéis nada que temer. Además, yo soy una vieja amiga de Currolf. Vaya, y qué es lo que vais a hacer allí para que Currolf esté envuelto ¿una orgía o algo así? * NO, NO, NO, NO... NO. Por favor, no, con los elfos no. * Jajajaja...miau... era broma. ¿Qué es lo que vais a hacer? * Está bien, te lo digo yo pero sólo para que este no meta más la pata. Vamos a reunirnos allí para ver qué se hace con la "Petaca Única". * Miau. ¿El Chupito de KangKang de Saurku? * ¿Lo conoces? * Claro. Yo se de casi todo... de mates... de historia... de lengua... de química... bueno la filosofía se me da mal. Miau. LARs llegó con una bandeja llena de comida y la sirvió, luego se sentó a la vera de la félida. * Y... ¿no sientes tentación de arrebatárnoslo? * Pues la verdad es que... llevamos unos cuantos siglos esperando una camada ¿verdad, cariño? Y en estado pues como que no puedo tomar nada. Así que no -los hobbits respiraron aliviados-. Bueno, ahora cenemos y luego cantaremos. De cualquier modo, si os dirigís a Beer os aconsejo que no paséis por el páramo viejo, está lleno de Tumularios -ale, un capítulo entero a la basura-, y seguro que llegaréis antes yendo por el camino. Esos nazgûl que os persiguen tienen que rodear todo el Jardín y tardarán. * Emm.. ¿y tú cómo sabes todo eso? -preguntaron incrédulos. * Pues porque yo se de todo un poco. Miau. --- Los cuatro hobbits llegaron a Beer a la mañana siguiente. Ya cansaditos de toda la banda sonora de los Aristogatos que les había cantado Ches. Beer era tal y como se la esperaba, sucia, sucia, desordenada, embarrada, sucia, y sucia. Era el típico pueblo medieval, pero sin feudo. No tuvieron problemas en pasar puesto que el vigilante de la puerta estaba borracho. Al llegar al Pony Montador se encontraron algo inesperado. Alguien había tachado todo el letrero que colgaba encima de la puerta, y lo había pintarrajeado. Ahora, se llamaba "El Cíclope" y se suponía que había dibujado la cara de un cíclope. Dentro, montones de gentes bebiendo cerveza, haciendo el guiri, y con juerga. Los hobbits se acercaron a la alta barra y llamaron la atención. * Disculpe, señor, señor ¡SEOR!. * ¿Qué pacha? -preguntó un tipo grandullón, entrado en carnes, cara de gruñón cubierta de una espesa barba y con un solo ojo. * ¿Es usted Cebadilla Mantecosa? * Ciclopillo el Sacamantecas, a su servicio -corrigió el grotesco ser de dos metros noventa. * Vaya, esto está muy cambiado, no sé yo sí... -Alfrodo miró a sus compañeros esperando sugerencias, le indicaron que prosiguiera-. Bueno, vera... soy el señor... em... Saltamontes. ¿Está Currolf por aquí? * ¡¿Currolf el paladín de Khorne?! * No. Currolf el Gris. * Pues no, no le he visto, hace casi un año que no viene por aquí, y me debe dinero por los vodkas que se tomaba. ¿Es que habíais quedado con él, señor Saltamontes? * Pues la verdad es que sí, y era urgente -Alfrodo ya no sabía qué hacer, es como en las Aventuras Gráficas cuando te quedas atascado, incluso aceptaría la sugerencia de hacerle un calvo allí mismo al mesonero si alguien se lo propusiese. * Bueno, no os desaniméis. Tal vez se haya retrasado. Por qué no se quedan, tengo habitaciones libres y cerveza de sobra. Claro está, ninguna de las dos cosas será gratis. * Está bien. Supongo que es lo que deb... * ¡A MI PONME UNA PINTA! -gritó Trasky... * ¡GAM, GAM, GAM! (a mi un balde lleno de cerveza) -gruñó Gñam todo contento. * Está bien, está bien, con calma. Sólo un último consejo. ¿Ve aquél hombre que está allí, señor Saltamontes? Ciclopillo se arrimó a Alfrodo y le indicó a un tipo muy extraño que estaba en un rincón. Extraño porque iba ataviado con una capa oscura y parecía que se había quedado atorado en el marco de una puerta muy estrecha. Tres tipos pasaron a su lado y le saludaron... "Hola, atrancao, qué hay... Passa atrancao... atrancao, tronco... Serán capullos, y no me ayudan" contestó. * Le llaman Atrancao, es un Montajuergas. Es peligroso, no quiero ni imaginarme lo que puede ocurrir si cuatro pequeños y regordetes hobbits borrachos se arriman a un tiparraco así, estoy arto de esas movidas. Así que ni se le ocurra acercársele. Alfrodo se quedó contemplando al pobre hombre que intentaba salir de su prisión de madera. Y el nombre de Atrancao resonaba en su mente como si fuese una parte importante en una película... Atrancao... Atrancao... Atrancao... * ¡A TRINCAR SE HA DICHO, MÁS CERVEZA! * Jajajaja... Ya era de noche, y los cuatro hobbits bebían a la salud del señor Saltamontes, que por una vez se había dignado en invitarles. Toda la taberna estaba de fiesta. Pero Alfrodo tenía otras preocupaciones en mente "Vale, guay, dónde se ha metido el barbas, ahora me tengo que encargar de estos tres mataos, de la petaca que no puedo ni probar, y de encima de mi ex que me persigue para matarme, cojonudo". Pronto, y por "ayuda" de Sithpin y Trasky, Alfrodo se encontraba de pie, en una mesa, rodeado de todo el mundo, cantando... LA CABRA, LA CABRA, LA PUTA DE LA CABRA, LA MADRE QUE LA PARI, ¡¡HEY!! YOOOO TENÍIIIAAA UNAAAA CAAAAABRAAA Y LA MUY PUUUTAAA SEEE MUUURI Era horrible la vergüenza ajena que estaba sintiendo en ese momento. Bueno, no era "ajena" puesto que también le estaban mirando a él todo el mundo mientras se partían de risa. El colmo llegó cuando Trasky y Sithpin tuvieron la ocurrencia de saludar al público haciendo un calvo. Alfrodo no lo podía soportar más, necesitaba un trago para evadirse de tal vergüenza, se tanteó las ropas y dio con la petaca prohibida. * Más vale un "toma" que un "te voy a dar", y por aquí no veo a Currolf. Alfrodo dio un buen trago al KangKang. Lo que ocurrió después es difícil de explicar. Se dice que no hay cosa en el universo que tenga mayor graduación alcohólica que el KangKang. También se dice que el mero contacto del órgano gustativo con este mejunje compuesto de leche de yack fermentada provoca el estado de embriaguez jamás sufrido en el instante. Uno se desdobla y pasa a un plano dimensional diferente, allí todo es distinto. En donde antes habían juerguistas borrachos que se estaban riendo de Alfrodo, ahora habían elefantes rosas, mapaches azules, y demás bichos raros. Alfrodo escapó, borracho perdido, entre las mesas. Al otro lado de la realidad, Alfrodo se había desvanecido delante de todos en una nube de humo púrpura, llamando mucho la atención. Ahora, el pobre estaba con el alma en la garganta del miedo que sentía, y detrás de él, una gran torre se acercaba a una velocidad vertiginosa. Se hundía en el suelo hasta que la cúspide quedó cara a cara con Alfrodo, y allí estaba... el gran ojo irritado de Saurku. Rojo, con ojeras, too lleno de venas, mirándole. Le pareció escuchar la voz de su ex novia decir... ¡Os pillé, ahora os voy a matar!. Alfrodo recibió una bofetada fantasma y volvió en sí, en la realidad. Delante de él, agarrándole por el cuello de la camisa, se encontraba Atrancao. * ¡Vaya, señor Saltamontes! Para ser un mero y simple hobbit que viaja por aquí... no sois muy amable al no venir a ayudarme a salir de este aprieto. Por cierto, lo de la petaca maligna también canta mogollón, no me parece propio. * Em... em... em... yo, esto... em... -Alfrodo no sabía contestar. * ¿O debería llamaros, señor Bolsón? Conozco vuestra misión. Atrancao consiguió salir de su aprieto y se llevó a Alfrodo a una habitación, tirando de él por el cuello de su camisa. Cuando entró dentro le tiró al fondo y tuvo una charla con él. * Señor Bolsón. Habéis metido la pata hasta el fondo. Ahora esos nazgûl saben donde estamos -se estaba haciendo el interesante mirando por la ventana, acuchillando las cortinas, agachándose y examinando bajo la cama-. Incluso podrían estar aquí. * ¿Qué quieres de mí? Y no me vayas a decir que... * Ayudaros. * Ah, bueno. Iba a decir "lo mismo que los elfos". Eso de "ayudarme" es aceptable. Gñam, Sithpin y Trasky entraron dando un portazo, armados con taburetes y jarras de cerveza. * ¡VIVA LA JUERGA! * Gñam... Gñam... * ¿Qué ha dicho? -preguntó Atrancao. * No sé, la mitad de las veces no le entiendo, ahora está borracho. * Tranquilos, no os haré nada. Me envía Currolf. Bueno, en realidad yo tenía que encontrarme con él aquí pero no sé por qué no ha venido. En cualquier caso tendré que protegeros hasta Ruinesdel. * ¿Y por qué tendríamos que confiar en vos? -preguntó Alfrodo a la vez que hacía un extraño gesto con la mano, como si frotase algo entre los dedos, el típico gesto de "dame algo de dinero". * Está bien, daré el espectáculo... YO SOY KAIRAGORN, DESCENDIENTE DE ISIDRO, Y OS PROTEGERÉ, OS DOY LA PALABRA DE MIS ANTEPASADOS ROCIEROS. * Oye, que no hace falta... que por unas monedas yo te creo y... * DARÉ MI VIDA SI ES NECESARIO PARA PROTEGER AL PORTADOR DEL CHUPITO ÚNICO. EN LAS ALTURAS, EN LAS TINIEBLAS, EN LOS DESIERTOS Y EN LAS GÉLIDAS ESTEPAS, ALLÁ A DONDE NO ALCANZA LA VISTA... * Que sí, que te creo. Joer, qué pesado. Está bien, haz lo que quieras. Así fue cómo Alfrodo, Gñam, Trasky y Sithpin conocieron a Kairagorn. Los lentos pasos de unas pesadas botas blindadas de caballería hacían crujir las tablas del piso, nueve cuerpos se detuvieron en la oscuridad en lugares distintos, nueve pares de brazos se alzaron con espadas, dagas, navajas, garrotes y sartenes. Un par de segundos después, Ciclopillo el Sacamantecas abrió la puerta de la habitación con una vela en la mano y escudriñando la oscuridad preguntó: -¿Qué COO pasa aquí? - Ehm... -los nazgul detuvieron su destrucción de muebles, y con plumas volando por doquier dijeron-... pues veréis vos, se suponía que una matanza pero... - ¡No hay "peros" ni "peras" que valgan! ¡Me estáis jodiendo los muebles! ¡Mirad lo que le habéis hecho a mis colchones! Ains... - Esto, ehm... perdón. - ESsigual, aquí nadie me hace caso. Y si les riño encima me llaman dictador -Ciclopillo se dio la vuelta, desalentado-. Me voy a mi bodega, a emborracharme... Los nueve nazgul examinaron los colchones destripados, los armarios acuchillados y las mesas violadas, se acordaron que no habían venido a redecorar la habitación, de que sus objetivos no estaban por ninguna parte, así que se cagaron en too... - ¡ME CAGO EN TOOOOOO! --- * Jo, Kairagorn, sois la caña. Me habría encantado ver la cara que pondrían esos bichejos. * Gracias, Trasvy. * Trasky. * Eso... Trasky. El humano y los cuatro hobbits salieron temprano de Beer para llegar lo antes posible a Ruinesdel, aunque tendrían que hacer noche en el Peine de los Vientos. La verdad es que el camino con tanto charlatán estaba resultando estresante tanto para Kairagorn como para Alfrodo. * ¡Aivá, cómo molan estas alas! -dijo Sithpin. * ¡¿Alas, qué alas?! -preguntó Kairagorn un tanto nervioso. * Pues las que tienes en la espalda. * Ehm... no son alas... es... la capa, que se me ha ensuciado. * ¿Te has metido en un gallinero? * Sí, en un gallinero (será pesao). * Jo, Sithpin, ¿sabes que te pareces mogollón a Kairagorn? Es como si fueseis padre he hijo. * Trasky, déjalo ya -dijo Alfrodo. * Pero qué pasa, si es verdad. * Ya sí, pero déjalo que nos fastidias la historia. * Pero por qué, lo mismo a Kairagorn le dio por pasearse por Hobbitville y... * ¡Que lo dejes! * Anda qué, vaya primo que tengo. Deja esto, deja lo otro, no te subas encima de la mesa a bailar, no hagas calvos, no me robes la petaca que es maligna y nos puede caer un marrón, no escupas en las cervezas de los demás... tío, eres un aguafiestas. Por cierto, y ¿a qué os dedicáis señor Kairagorn? * Pues, a merodear por estas tierras con cuatro colegas, patrullando en busca de seres peligrosos y eso. * ¿Son elfos? -preguntó Sithpin con un aire de sospecha. * Pues más o menos, desciende de los elfos, qué ocurre. * Nada, nada -se giró para hablar con Trasky-, sólo a los elfos se les ocurre perder el tiempo de esa forma. * Bueno, ya hemos llegado, pasaremos la noche allí arriba, en el Peine de los Vientos. * ¿Eso no está en Donosti? -preguntó Alfrodo. * Sí, a que mola. Nos ha costado un huevo plantarlo aquí en mitad de la nada -comentó el montaraz, todo contento. Los cinco treparon por la enmarañada construcción de hierros retorcidos y rocas hasta llegar a su cúspide, allí prepararon un campamento y se sentaron tan tranquilos, excepto Kairagorn. * Bueno, ehm... no la arméis que nos están siguiendo. * ¿Quiénes? * Pues los nazgul, "los bicharracos" -aclaró para que entendiese Trasky. * ¡Ah, la ex de este! -señaló con el pulgar a Alfrodo. * Ehm, sí, bueno (estos hobbits). Yo, esto... ehm... tengo que... ir a ... explorar la zona... * ¿A qué? * a... inspeccionar los setos... * ¿Gñam? * a... resolver asuntos con el señor W.C. -trataba de explicarse el humano. * ¿Con quién? -preguntó Sithpin. * ... ains... por los dioses, que pesaitos... ¡¡LA LLAMADA DE LA SELVA, CORCHO!!, no me robéis que os conozco. * Que sí, que podéis id en paz -dijo Alfrodo y Kairagorn se fue corriendo. * No me entero ¿qué le ocurre? -preguntó Trasky. * Que le ha entrado un apretón. * Ah, coño. Ey, yo tengo hambre. * Pues no he traído nada de comer, con las prisas... -se disculpaba Sithpin. * ¿Y si miramos en su zurrón? * No creo que sea... -empezó Alfrodo, ya cansado de corregir a sus incorregibles compañeros. * ¡GñamñamGñam! * ¡Ostis, Jamón de Jabugo, chorizo, morcilla! ¡Aceitunas! ¡pinchitos de tortilla, Croquetas de Mar, y un morcón de Fuente de Cantos!, panceta, lacón... * ... buena ide... ehm... ¿y este tío de dónde ha sacado eso? * Ni lo sé ni me importa, pero yo tengo hambre así que voy a encender un fuego -dijo apresurado Sithpin mientras Trasky seguía sacando comida del zurrón de Kairagorn. * Quita Gñam... * Gñam... * ... y también... ¿ehm, un Espetec de Casa Tarrabellas? * ¿El de casa? * De Casa Tarrabellas. Bah, se les habrá colado a los del history board. --- La fogata encima del Peine de los Vientos se veía a 20 kilómetros a la redonda (menos mal que les dijo que no llamaran la atención), y la juerga que estaban montando no ayudaba a pasar desapercibidos. Varias sombras se acercaron siniestramente al lugar. - ¡¿Sabéis qué es lo que falta?! Un buen trago, anda Alfrodo pásate la petaca, anda venga anda. - Que no me da la gana, primo. Además, si alguien debiera beber ese sería yo (que me tenéis comidita la moral). - Tío, no te enrollas, eres un aguafiestas. - Gñam, gñamñamgñam... - Eso mismo digo yo... - ¿Vosotros dos también vais a empezar como "ese"? -preguntó un tanto mosqueado Alfrodo- Por cierto, estás armando un jaleo que lo flipas, baja la voz que van a venir los vecinos. - Demasiado tarde, me parece que ya han venido -dijo Trasky señalando al otro lado totalmente cagao de miedo. Los cuatro hobbits gritaron de terror al ver a los nazgul y a la cabreada ex de Alfrodo enfrente de ellos, con armas punzantes y con pinta de saber usarlas. - Vos me vais a dar la petaca -dijo la espectro. - ¡Alfrodo, lucha, no le hagas caso! -le animaban sus amigos. - Ehm, bueno vale, te la doy, pero no me mates. - Lo siento, no hay trato -los nazgul desenvainaron y les acecharon. - ¡Tranquilo Alfrodo, nosotros tres sabemos perfectamente lo que hay que hacer en momentos como este! -los tres hobbits pusieron la cara del típico héroe, luego salieron corriendo- ¡SOCORRO! ¡CORRED! - ¡Hijos de puta, no me dejéis solo! ¡Que si hay que pringar, pringamos los cuatro! ¡Cabrones! - Demasiado tarde para vos, hobbitcillo. - Ehm... y una leche. A dios, muy buenas -Alfrodo sacó como pudo la petaca de kangkang y le echó un buen trago. Fuegos artificiales, humo púrpura, desdoblamiento dimensional y Alfrodo se encontraba medio trompa en un mundo de fantasía sin igual, evadido de la realidad. Pero enfrente de él seguían estando los nazgul. - Jojojo, necio, ¿Vos no sabéis que llevamos en nuestro interior el poder los chupitos que nos regaló Saurku y que por ello podemos estar desdoblados en dos dimensiones al mismo tiempo? - Pues con esas palabras mismas... no, no lo sabía (te cagax) -Alfrodo veía la que le iba a caer encima. - Ahora, me vengaré. ¡Dame la petaca, maldito! -la mujer extendió la zarpa para coger el objeto, Alfrodo tuvo amago de dárselo, pero luego retiró la petaca. - Ehm... ehm... ¡JAMÁS! (Currolf me mataría). - Entonces, ¡muere! La espectro dio un par de pasos adelante y le arreó un terrible golpe en un punto vital a Alfrodo, el cual se desplomó entre berridos, gritos y jadeos. Le oyeron desde la realidad, en donde Kairagorn había llegado con un palo ardiendo y estaba despachando a los nazgul, y los otros tres hobbits se cubrían tras de él. - QUILLA... CHATEPATRÁ QUE TE METO FUE-GO... -amedrentó a Medea con el palo en llamas, luego se puso entre ella y lo que podría ser Alfrodo invisible. - ¡Le voy a matar y me voy a quedar con la petaca y nada podrás hacer para evitarlo! - TE VIA RAJÁ... -Kairagorn sacó un pincho y apuntó al espectro. - Bueno, vale, tal vez sí puedas hacer algo para evitarlo... ¡PERO VOLVERÉ! Los nazgul se retiraron y los cuatro buscaron a Alfrodo que no aparecía por ningún lado. - ALFRODO, SI PUEDES OIRME, CAMINA HACIA LA LUZ. - Calla hobbit tonto, que no es así. ALFRODO, DESPÉJATE VAMOS. - Ah, ya sé... PIENSA EN COSAS FRÍAS, PIENSA EN EL OLOR DE LAS SOBAQUERAS DE BARKBILO, PIENSA EN... - Aaaahhh.... Kairagorn... -Alfrodo apareció echo un ovillo en mitad de la nada. - Pobre, menudo resacón debe tener -dijo Trasky. - Oh, no -dijo Kairagorn tras examinarle. - ¿Gñam? - ¿Es grave? -preguntaron sus compañeros. - Le ha arreado una... en todo el ... Filo de Morgul. - Uuuufff... -todos se encogieron mientras acompañaban al sonido con gestos de dolor-, qué dolor... - Pobre, si no nos damos prisa morirá... - ... no se le levantará nunca más... -comentó apenado Trasky. Recogieron apresurados y se pusieron en marcha. --- Kairagorn llevaba como podía al pobre Alfrodo, arrastrándolo por la camisa. Mientras, Trasky, Sithpin y Gñam les seguían apresurados y con gran preocupación hacia su amigo. - Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay... -se quejaba Alfrodo. - ¿Gñamñam gñam, gñam-gñam, GAM? - ¿Qué dice? - Que "qué es lo que le va a pasar" -tradujo Sithpin. - Pues, al pobre Alfrodo no le quedan muchas probabilidades de sobrevivir... - Ay, ay... joer, vaya ánimos me dais, ay, ay... - Si no nos damos prisa en llegar a Ruinesdel y que le traten los elfos, el pobre va a sufrir mucho más asta que no pueda y... - ¡Ay, ay... un momento ¿lo "elfos" me van a tocar ahí? Y UNA LECHE, AY, ay, ay!... Ay, mis kinder... - ... mejor di tus "mini-kinder", que te los ha dejado como una... - ¡Traskydoc! No es momento de bromear, imagínate que te hubiese pasado a ti. - Puf, me la amputo al momento y luego me corto el cuello. - Ay... no, NO HABLEIS DE AMPUTACIONES, ay, ay... -Alfrodo se desmayó del dolor. - Vaya, pobre. ¡¡Jum!! - ¿Qué ocurre? -preguntaron los hobbits al humano. - Viene alguien, y a caballo. El grupo se escondió y se preparó para la lucha por si fuesen los nazgul que les perseguían. Al cabo de un rato se empezó a escuchar... cloc, cloc, cloc, cloc, cloc... después de un rato se seguía escuchando... cloc, cloc, cloc, cloc... ya se empezaban a hartar. Así que Kairagorn saltó al camino esgrimiendo la espada y dijo, AJÁ... pero no habían nazgul. Había un elfo montado en un borrico blanco, parecía de algodón. - ¡¡Dor-Dalis!! - ¡¡Ehm... MARA TULDA, o como se diga en elfo... KAIRAGORN AMIGO!! - Es "Aiya", pero bueno. Además, tenías que haber usado el mote que me ponen los elfos, no te has leído el guión ¿eh? - ¡Gñam, gñamgñam! - Sí, es un elfo, pero no te lo comas -Trasky y Sithpin sujetaron a Gñam. - ¿Y estos quienes son? - Ah, pues... COO, ahora que me acuerdo. TENEMOS QUE DARNOS PRISA PARA LLEGAR A RUINESDEL, NOS PERSIGUEN LOS NUEVE, ALFRODO TIENE UN INFARTO TESTICULAR Y SI NO LE TRATAN MORIRÁ, ADEMÁS ES IMPORTANTE QUE LLEGE ANTES QUE... demasiado tarde... -Kairagorn miró por encima del hombro de su amigo elfo y vio como se acercaban tres nazgul a caballo. - Rápido, móntalo en mi borrico. Nosotros les haremos frente de mientras. Kairagorn subió como pudo a Alfrodo al borrico y le colocó mientras se despertaba dejando escapar un ¿PEO QUÉ PACHA?. Luego se prepararon para recibir a los nazgul. - Vamos Platero, cabalga como el viento -el elfo le arreó una torta en el culo al burro y este salió despedido, dando botes. - Ihaaa.. Ihaaa.... - MIERDA, NO DES BOTES CABRN... -le decía Alfrodo al burro sujetándose como podía-, NO-DES-BOTES... AYAYAYAYAYAY.....AYAYAYA.... MIS WEBS.... - Ihaa... Ihaaa.... El burro salió por patas. Los nazgul arrollaron al elfo y a Kairagorn y les mandaron a la cuneta, a los hobbits no, que eran más listos y salieron corriendo cual cobardes. El burro empezó a ganarles terreno dando botes mientras Alfrodo empezaba a perder el conocimiento por el infierno que estaba pasando, y cuando parecía que la cosa no podía empeorar, el resto de los nazgul salieron de ambos lados del camino. Ahora estaba siendo perseguido por los ocho y su ex novia. Un regato se cruzaba en el camino del burro, y lo salvó dando saltitos como si nada, pero el jodio animal se paró al otro lado. Alfrodo, sin poder aguantar el dolor, cayó al suelo. Los nazgul frenaron de golpe al otro lado del regato. - Vos, maldito cobarde fugitivo, birria de hobbit... dadnos el Chupito de KangKang. - Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrj..... mis minikindersorpresa..... arrrrrj... - Ehm, señora, me parece que no está en condiciones ni de respondernos con indirectas ¿y si aprovechamos y se lo mangamos sin más? - Mmmm... tal vez. Pero a Saurku no le complacería que lo hiciésemos de una forma tan simple. ¡OSTIa PUta, se JOI EL diQUIño! (acento gallego) - Pero, no hay más que terminar de cruzar el riachuelo, agacharse, registrarle y quedarse con la petaca. - Ya, pero a mi me repelen los burros. Ya me mordían de pequeña. AGUA VAAA... - Bueno, pues lo puede hacer cualquier otro. - Está bien, nos acercaremos y uno de ustedes entretiene al cuadrúpedo, otro registra al lastimero hobbitcillo, y yo le remato la faena degollándolo, ASÍ SE ENTERARÁ... JAJAJAJAJ... - Ehm... corcho, ¡¿y esa avalancha?! - Aivá, si parece una galleta de fuel...FFFFLLLLLLLSSSSSSS Una gran ola con forma de petrolero arrastró corriente abajo a los nazgul, dejando a Alfrodo lejos de sus zarpas. Pero el pobre ya estaba viendo las estrellas del dolor que sentía. Por fin, Alfrodo abrió los ojos. Delante de él había un barbas con gorro, estaba sonriendo. Alfrodo procedió a ver si todavía seguía vestido o le había secuestrado un pederasta confundiéndolo con un pobre niño indefenso. -Tranquilo Alfrodo, soy yo, Currolf. -Ehm... Currolf.. ¡LO JURO, YO NO HE SIDO! -¿Tú no has sido el qué? -Noo... nada, nada. ¿Qué me ha ocurrido? -Pues que te dieron de lo lindo en el Peine de los Vientos, apunto estuvieron los elfos de amputarte el... -¡NOO! ¿LOS ELFOS ME HAN TOCADO? -Era cuestión de vida o muerte, cálmate... -Noo... me han tocado... noo... -Por cierto, aquí hay alguien que quiere verte -¿Lara Croft? -preguntó todo contento. -Pues no... se trata de Elaisrond, el señor de los elfos de Ruinesdel, él es quien te ha atendido. Por la puerta entró un hombre con traje oscuro, gafas de sol y un pinganillo en la oreja. Sacó una pistola y apuntó a Alfrodo entre ceja y ceja. Al pobre hobbit le dio un patatús y Currolf saltó con los ojos desorbitados a parar a Elaisrond. -Buenos días, señor Anderson. -¡Por el hacha de Khorn! Que no... que te confundes de película, que no es Matrix. -Pero este tío salía en Matrix, ¿no? -Sí, pero aquí tienes que ir de elfo... ya sabes... hermosos, ropas lindas... -Ah, yaya... ya me acuerdo -dijo Elaisrond mientras desaparecía por la puerta, luego reaparecía vestido de DrackQueen-, ¿así mejor? -Emmm... bueno, sí, también salía en Priscila Reina del Desierto, pero eso no es un elfo y... bueno, puede pasar. -glglglglglglgl... -dijo Alfrodo desmayado sobre la cama. Pronto tuvo lugar el concilio de Elaisrond. Había que decidir muchas cosas y eran muchos los que habían venido de todos los rincones de Tierra Media para pedir consejo en estos extraños momentos. Currolf ya les había explicado a todos lo que le había sucedido en su visita a Theroman y cómo estaba el patio. Ahora, Alfrodo estaba echando un vistazo a los invitados según se iban presentando. Estaba Kairagorn, que al ser descendiente de Isidro tenía mucho que ver en todo esto. Ahí, bien sentadito cerca de Elaisrond y su hermosa hija elfa, Nayrwen, con por conveniencia del director es muda y no va a decir nada en toda la película. Cerca de él, había un hombre que llegó a Ruinesdel junto a Currolf (llegaron tarde porque se pararon a tomar unas cañas en Rohan&Roll). -Yo soy Dariusmir, provengo de Minas Tirith. Tuve una extraña visión, una juerga sin igual, Morcillor desapareciendo bajo la alfombra roja VIP de nuestra ciudad y el trono otra vez ocupado por alguien que tiene que ocuparlo. Luego el barbas este -señaló a Currolf- me contó que tal vez sería buena idea que viniera aquí. Tsk, no sé, espero no haber perdido mucho el tiempo. -Yo, soy Gimlízacar, descendiente de Gloilmacar, provengo de las montañas solitarias. Allí vino un día uno de esos bicharracos, los Nazgul, pidiéndonos que nos uniéramos a su club de tiroleses. Esas cosas no nos van, sí la cerveza, y puesto que estábamos con una gran borrachera y en mitad de la fiesta de la birra, pues le mandamos a tomar por saco. Suerte que nuestros amigos los Beornidas nos ayudaron a que no volviese, sobretodo su líder, Panda de los Beornidas, noble y generoso con el poder de convertirse en un fiero oso devorador de bambú. Ahora, me enviaron a charlar con estos... elfos... para ver si tenían algo interesante que decirnos -concluyó dirigiendo una mirada de desprecio a los elfos en su presencia. -Bien, señor enano, tendremos en cuenta sus observaciones -dijo Elaisrond-. Ahora continuemos a cosas más importantes -Gimlízacar se había levantado y estaba deambulando por ahí. -Sí, este muchachote que tengo a mi lado -comentó Currolf-, se llama Alfrodo, es un hobbit y proviene de la Comarcal IV, tiene en su poder algo muy interesante. Sácala Alfrodo. Alfrodo caminó hasta el centro de la auditoria y se la sacó enseñándosela a todo el mundo. Currolf le dio con el bastón en la cabeza. -Será posible, ¿es que no te duele? A punto estuviste de perderla, no hagas que te la cortemos. ¡LA PETACA, ZOPENCO, SACA LA PETACA! -Ah... es que, no sé, como hay tantos elfos pues ya no sabía. -Los elfos son gays, gays, gays... -¿Ha dicho algo, señor enano? -preguntó Elaisrond dándose la vuelta. -No, no... nada... -Gimlízacar siguió a lo suyo, y le sacó la lengua. Alfrodo sacó la Petaca Maligna y la depositó en el suelo, luego se alejó y dejó que los presentes exclamaran un... -AAAAAH... OOOOOH... ¿es lo que creo que és? -Sí, lo és -comentaron Kairagorn y Currolf. -¿Se trata de la Petaca Maligna de Saurku, el Chupito de KangKang, el único? -preguntó la joven Svanlégolas. -Pero "así" de gays... -musitó Gimlízacar tras Elaisrond mientras hacía un gesto de "grande" con la mano. -Así es. Durante mucho tiempo estuvo desaparecida, desde que Isidro, pariente del señor Kairagorn aquí presente, lo perdió tontamente. -Ooh, qué suerte la nuestra. Así podremos darle envidia cochina a Saurku hasta más no poder y que no tenga otra opción que suicidarse. -Esa no es una buena idea, señor Dariusmir. Esta petaca tiene su propia voluntad y terminaría convirtiendo en señor oscuro a todo el que bebiese de ella. -Tsk, sí, ya... Alfrodo no se estaba enterando, estaba demasiado distraído viendo como Gimlízacar ahora hacía como si estuviese esquiando, detrás de Elaisrond, y diciéndole cosas raras, ahora se estaba dando azotes en el culo y hacía como si cabalgase a caballo, ahora imitaba a Jhon Travolta en Fiebre del Sábado Noche... parecía que musitaba "¡los elfos son gays!". Así hasta que Elaisrond se dio la vuelta y le vio en plena faena. -¿Qué haces? -Em... nada. Que digo yo que, si no podemos usarla ¡terminemos con ella! -el enano saltó a por la petaca, pero Svanlégolas la retiró antes. -¿No pretenderías bebértela? -Hasta el fondo, sin dejar una gota. -Jodio enano chiflado. -Qué, así no habría problemas. -Bueno, habría un enano menos. -¿Quieres pelea, rubiales tirillas? Aquí tengo a mis hermanos DIESTRO y ZURDO y te van a deformar esa cara bonita... ARJ... -Gimlízacar y Svanlégolas empezaron a pelear, por suerte les separaron. -Bueno, tranquilos. Hay otra solución. Si dejásemos que el enano hiciese eso seguramente terminaría con una úlcera de estómago y no habría terminado con el licor maligno, habría muerto para nada... -¿Quieres pelea, barbas? -ignoraron al enano que estaba bien sujeto a una columna. -... como decía, hay otra solución. Este licor fue creado en las destilerías del Monte del Intestino y sólo allí puede ser digerido por la montaña, totalmente y sin dejar ni una gota. -Guay, el viejo está tonto -comentó Dariusmir-. Abuelo, demasiados vinitos. A partir de ahora sólo agua del Carmen. -¡No chocheo! Y al próximo que diga más tonterías le convierto en una bola calva con pies, dientes y nada más -todos callaron. -Currolf, y por qué no se lo dejamos a Ches Bombadil? -Porque por el momento está embarazada, pero tarde o temprano no lo estará y le dará por beber de la petaca que la conozco bien. Y de su maridito LARs no me fiaría mucho, ese seguro que se va de juergas todas las noches y algún descuido también tendría con el chupito de kangkang. -Entonces pues -dijo Elaisrond-, alguien tendrá que ir en misión ultra secreta pero de verdad, hasta el monte del intestino en mitad de Morcillor y a espaldas de Saurku para arrojar el Chupito Único. ¿Voluntarios? -Yo iré -se levantó Kairagorn todo chulo para hacerse el machote al lado de Nayrwen. -Y... y yo también iré. Bueno, pero sólo porque Minas Tirith me coge de camino -dijo Dariusmir. -Y si va mi Kairagorn yo también voy -dijo Svanlégolas mientras le lanzaba un guiño. -Ehm... -dijo Kairagorn. -Ehm... -dijo Currolf. -Ehm... -dijo Alfrodo-, ¿verdad que yo no tengo que ir, eh Currolf? -Pues claro que tienes que ir, que para algo eres el portador, ¿no te jode? -Puf... -Ey, ey, ey... que si mi primo va yo también voy, y sobre todo a Minas Tirith, ¡ eso, eso, de borrachera! -dijo Traskydoc mientras saltaba por detrás de un seto y se caía de morros. Sithpin y Gñam le ayudaron a levantarse. -Nosotros dos también vamos, ¿verdad Gñam? -¡Gñam! -¿Pero de dónde sale tanto hobbit? Oye, Currolf, ¿seguro que esto no es Matrix? Ah, por cierto, tú no te libras, tú también vas. -Lo sé, ya lo tenía pensado -Currolf le lanzó una mirada asesina a Elaisrond. -Pues entonces yo también tengo que ir, para vigilar a ese peligroso elfo. Y a las elfas las que más -dijo Gimlízacar mientas buscaba un sitio entre tanta pose para salir en la foto. -Vaya, nueve son los nazgul, nueve son los de la compañía del chupito, y nueve lobitos tiene la loba, nueve deditos detrás de la escoba o como fuese la canción... Así estuvieron un rato, mientras la música orquesta con coros y toda la ostia sonaba, una luz celestial dorada les bañaba, Elaisrond aprovechó a sacarles la foto de la portada. --- Pronto tendrían que partir, así que se prepararon. Kairagorn se despidió cariñosamente de Nayrwen hasta que Elaisrond les pillo y le dio pal-pelo al descendiente de Isidro. Trasky y Sithpin tuvieron que vigilar a Gñam para que no se comiera a ningún elfo y les metiera en un lío. Y Alfrodo quiso visitar a su querido Bharkbilbo. -Joder, Currolf, que te digo que no quiero ver a ese viejo. -Es tu tío y tienes que visitarle, está ya muy mayor y puede que no dure mucho tiempo. Además, recuerda que te lo dejó todo y que te quiere, por lo menos dale el gusto de visitarle. -¡Que no, que no y mil veces que no! Que me va a pegar las telarañas, que no quiero. -¿Alfrodo? -preguntó una débil voz desde el fondo de una sala. -Ale, aquí te dejo. -Pero, pero, pero... Currolf dejó a los Bolsón a solas. Alfrodo contempló a su tío y los estragos de la edad, los efectos anticongelantes y conservantes de la Petaca Maligna ya no podían mantenerle joven. Ahora no era más que el hobbit de dos metros noventa más viejo de toda Tierra Media, parecía un muerto andante. -Oh, mi querido y bien amado Alfrodo, ven aquí -Bharkbilbo empezó a manosearle por todas partes. -Ey, ey, ey... cortate. Me parece a mí que has pasado demasiado tiempo con esos elfos. -Sí, y ha sido un infierno... -empezó a llorar-, creía que sería buena idea, que aquí no vendría nadie a molestarme, pero esto es pasarse. Están todo el día montando fiestecitas cutres, adornando todo con florecitas, no me dejan beber ¿me has oído?¡NO ME DEJAN BEBER! dicen que a mi edad tengo que moderarme, ni bebida, ni cerdo asado, ni juerga hasta las tantas... me han quitado a Vodka -lloró de nuevo. -Emmm... sí, tranquilo. Ala, ala... ala, ala -le consolaba su sobrino. -Pero ahora que estas aquí todo cambiará, todo volverá a ser como antes. Nos iremos los dos al pueblo más cercanos a ligar con las mozas, o a pagar con las que hay que pagar. Nos correremos juergas de cerveza, vodka, sidra, vino, de todo. Comeremos hasta reventar, y luego nos tiraremos toda la noche hablando sobre nuestros más profundos pensamientos y... -¿Cuándo hemos hecho eso? Bueno, no importa, porque de cualquier forma yo me largo de aquí. -Oh -Bharkbilbo parecía dolido-, oh, lo entiendo. Estos elfos son terribles, y eso que no has visto el camping nudista gay. -Ehm, no, si no es eso. Es que nos han encargado una misión, de sumo peligro, un gran y largo viaje a retos mortales y de intelectos superiores y... -No hace falta que me digas más. Ya que te vas a ir, me gustaría darte un par de cosas -el viejo hobbit buscó en un arcón bajo su cama y volvió-. Toma, esta camisa está hecha de algodón 100%, es de Addidas, nunca se estropeará. Además, es la camiseta oficial del Real Madrid, incluso lleva el nombre del Beckan. -Pero si yo soy del Atletic de Bilbao. -¡ESTA CAMISETA ES MEJOR! ¿ENTENDIDO? -Sí, sí, vale, vale. -Y toma, esta espada es Lumimatik 200xp, brilla en la oscuridad cuando hay extraños ruidos de orcos cerca. -Pero, ¡si esto es una linterna! -Ahora entiendo por que no me servía para partir el bacalao. Bueno, quédatela de todos modos, te será útil. -Emm... pues bueno. Gracias tío -Alfrodo y Bharkbilbo se dieron un abrazo de compromiso, pero no demasiado duradero, con elfos cerca había que guardar las apariencias. -Por cierto, ¿aun conservas la petaca que te di? -¿Te refieres al Chupito único de Kangkang de Saurku el señor de Morcillor, que tengo que portar en secreto y no mostrarla nunca ¡nunca! a nadie aunque me torturen sacándome los ojos por el culo, y que vamos a ir a destruir al monte del intestino para que no corrompa a nadie más y que si te dejo seguramente terminarás arrancándome la cara a mordisco? Sí, aquí la tengo ¿quieres verla? -A ser posible... -Bharkbilbo contempló la petaca, y poco a poco empezó a descontrolarse-, oh sí, es ella, es mi petaca, mía, aquí tan cerca que podría alargar la mano, cogerla y echarle un trago, es mía, mi petaca, mi... can-tim-plooooraaaa... -trató de cogerla. -Ey, tío, recuerda lo que te han dicho los elfos, nada de tomar bebidas. -¡Me importa un pito de orco! ¡Es mía, devuélvemela! -No -dijo todo solemne Alfrodo. -Aaaarj -le contestó su tío saltando a amarrarle del cuello. -Arj, arj... tío, que me estrangulas, arj, arj... -¡Esa es mi intención! Y cuando estés muerto me quedaré con mi cantimplora. Yo la merezco más que tú. Se la mangué a ese Yallum y no voy a dejar que un mocoso se la quede, dámela. Por favor, dámela, ya no aguanto todas estas cursilerías, necesito echar un trago de los gordos, damela ¡DAMELA! -Arj, arj, arj... -Venga, ya está bien Alfrodo -dijo Currolf que había aparecido de improviso y separó a los hobbits-, deja de hacer el ganso con tu tío que tenemos que irnos. Aprisa, que hay prisa. -Alfrodo, sobrino querido mío... -Arrrrrrj... -a Alfrodo le faltaba el aire para contestarle un par de cosas. Así, la Comunidad del Chupito se formó y partieron a su misión. En su estancia en Ruinesdel Gñam disfrutó comiéndose 3 elfos y 1 elfa que luego tuvo que vomitar por orden de Elaisrond. Una nube de plumas negras se estampó contra la pared de ladrillos de piedra milenaria. El crevain, fatigado por el largo viaje y aturdido por el mal encuentro contra el muro, se agitó en el suelo y retomó el vuelo, desde la ventana que daba al exterior y por los pasillos de la torre hasta llegar a la sala principal. Se limpió las patas en el suelo, dejó un "regalito" y en un último esfuerzo voló hasta posarse en un escritorio. Una figura alta y embutida en una gran túnica morada caminó hasta él y se sentó en la silla del escritorio. - Dime, Gacho Cuervo, ¿qué has visto? -preguntó Theroman. - ¡¡¡Ruag!!! - ¡Cómo dices! ¡¿Que hay un grupo de nueve variopintos individuos que viajan desde Ruinesdel hacia el sudeste, medio a pié y medio a caballo, compuesto por un magno de Khorne, un guaperas descendiente de Isidro, una elfa armada con cubo y fregona, un enano malhumorado que la amenaza con una navaja de tallar madera, un cazar recompensas de Madrid-Tirith, dos hobbits juerguistas, uno más que parece una bola con dientes y patas, y otro más que parece estar hasta los cojones de todo, que tenían pensado pasar por el paso de IsenGuaf pero que al veros han decidido tomar otro rumbo, más al este, y que seguramente pasarán por el puerto de T'scalabras?! ¡¿Es eso lo que has dicho?! - ... - ¡contesta! - ... ruag ... - graznó con timidez el crevain. - Ajá, así que ese Currolf pretende llevar al portador del Chupito Único a Madrid-Tirith ¿me preguntó si pretenderán montar una juerga que compita con la de Saurku? En cualquier caso, les obligaré a ir por otro lado. ¡Ya sé! Les enviaré una tormenta al puerto para no dejarles pasar. - ... - el crevain pestañeó. - Veamos...¿SI, ESTACIN DE CONTROL DEL PUERTO DE T'SCALABRAS? Ejém... VERÁ, SOY DE LA ASISTENCIA DE METOROLOGÍA, HEMOS VISTO QUE LLEGA UN FRENTE FRÍO DESDE... --- * ... y por eso está el puerto cerrado. Se esperan 10 metros de nieve por metro cuadrado, por su seguridad no les podemos dejar pasar, no lo cubre el seguro de filmación de la película. Que pasen un buen día -concluyó el orco. * ¡Por el hacha de Khorne! ¡¿Pero de qué vas, orco?! * Oye, killo, ¿tas tonto? ¿qué quieres, que te rompamos las piernas? Venga, ya estás subiendo la barrera esta de los ... -amenazó Kairagorn al orco. * Lo siento señores, son las normas. No podemos dejarles pasar. Aunque si tienen mucha prisa pueden usar... EL TÚNEL. * ¡Eso, eso! Currolf ¿por qué no usamos el Túnel? Mi papi se encargó de volver a abrirlo, tardó todo un siglo en reunir a la patronal de trabajadores y ... -comentaba Gimlízacar a sus compañeros. * ... el Túnel. No sé yo... me parece que no es buena idea, está oscuro, hay ratas y más peligros, huele a cerrado... * Venga, venga... no seas escrupuloso. * Teníamos que haber ido por el paso Sur, como dije. Tsk. Inútiles -se quejaba por su lado Dariusmir. * Brrr... ey, Currolf. ¿Qué hacemos ahora? Nosotros no podemos caminar más... * ¡¡Gñam!! * ... tenemos las piernas cortas y se nos han congelado los cojones. El pobre Alfrodo lo está pasando mal -señaló Trasky a Alfrodo. El pobre no podía con el frío que hacía y con el dolor que tenía en los quindes. * ¡¡ESTÁ BIEN, ESTÁ BIEN, OSITAS!! Dejadme pensar... iremos por donde diga el portador del chupito. * Diosss... qué frió... recordadme que me retire a una isla desierta. Como solía hacer mi tío en su época de corsario. ¿Qué? ¿Que por dónde quiero ir yo? Bueno... si el paso Sur es peligroso y está vigilado... ¡¡POR EL TÚNEL!! -dijo Alfrodo todo contento. * ¡¿Cómo que por el túnel?! -gritó Currolf a la vez que le arreaba un bastonazo- Mira, aquí hay que ser democráticos ¿entiendes? No puedes tomar esas decisiones tan a la ligera sin pensar en los demás. Mira, tenemos aquí la montaña esta muy mona, hace un frío del carajo pero como yo soy magno no me afecta, a Kairagorn al ser descendiente de Isidro tampoco... * Mentira. Ya parezco un polo. * ... Svanlégolas al ser elfa tampoco está afectada por la temperatura glaciar... * Brrrr... dos grados más bajo cero y termino criogenizada. * ... Gimlízacar, como todos los enanos, es muy duro y resistente al clima frío... * ¡¡OH, DIOS MIO, YA NO ME SIENTO LAS PIERNAS, SE ME ESTÁN GANGRENANDO!! * ... ehm... Dariusmir es un machote que no se deja amedrentar por nada... * A-A-A-ACHÚS... ¡¡¡joder!!! ¿Alguien ha visto el Libistón? * ... y, tus amigos se quejan por vicio... * ... -no estaban en condiciones de contestar. * ... así que no seas "tan egoísta decidiendo ir por donde te da la gana a ti sin pensar en los demás, ¿has entendido?" Bueno, por dónde vamos, decídelo tú con plena libertad ya que eres el portador. * ¡¡¡ POR EL TÚNEL !!! -dijo Alfrodo todo contento. Currolf le arreó otra vez con el bastón. Así, tuvieron que caminar todo el camino de vuelto y otro trecho más hasta llegar a la entrada de kgasxer...kghzadooo.. joer, qué nombres más chungos... ¡al Túnel! ¡A tomar por saco! El problema, a parte de que eso parecía más despoblado que el desierto de Almería, estaba igual de muerto. Se habían roto unas cañerías y las alcantarillas se habían desbordado, por lo que se había formado un gran charco enfrente de la pared de piedra. Y lo que era aún peor, la puerto no aparecía por ningún lado. - Oye, ¿seguro que había una puerta por aquí abajo? - ¡Que sí! No seáis insolentes. Además, el enano os lo puede confirmar. - Mmm... sí... -dijo Gimlízacar no muy convencido. - Oye, lo mismo es una puerta mágica que sólo puede ser vista por aquellos que son amigos de los enanos, cuando llegan en un determinado momento, o saben una frase mágica para que se muestre... ¿no crees? -comentó Traskydoc. - Calla, hobbit tonto. Puf... -le amenazó Currolf. - Lo mismo la puerta sólo se muestra a la luz de la luna -comentó Kairagorn. - ¿Seguro? No sé, tal vez tengas razón -cambió de idea Currolf. - Mi Kairagorn seguro que tiene razón, nunca se equivoca. Además, algo me dice que hay una puerta escondida por ahí -dijo Svanlégolas. - Me repatea los "mismísimos" decirlo pero, el guaperas y la elfa seguro que tienen razón -comentó Gimlízacar. - Entonces a buscar una puerta mágica. - ¡Ey! O sea, a mi no me haces caso porque soy hobbit y ¿a estos sí? - ¡Aquí hay algo! -gritó Dariusmir desde lejos. Todos llegaron al lugar. La pared parecía igual que las demás. Pero cuando la luz de la luna la tocó, los monigotes fosforescentes empezaron a brillar. - ¡Oh! ¿Estos gravados están hechos con mithril? - ¡Qué mithril ni qué elfos! -dijo Gimlízacar socarrón-, estos son como las bandas reflectantes de las carreteras. A ver si te piensas que vamos a dejar mithril por ahí tirado. Elfa, rubia, tonta... si claro, para que lo robe cualquiera. - ¡Cállate tapón, que te arreo con el mocho de la fregona! - Bueno, dejad ya de discutir. Es hora de abrirla. Currolf se quedó ahí parado, mirando concentrado a la puerta. Pasaron unos minutos y todos se quedaron expectantes, parados mirando concentrados a Currolf. Pasaron un par de minutos. - Bueno, qué, ¿vas a abrirla o te vas a quedar ahí toda la noche mirando los dibujitos? - ¡Ah, eh, cómo! ¿Cómo decís? Vaya, yo pensé que era como las puertas estas del Carrefeur, que se abren solas. - ... -sin comentarios. - En fin. Seguramente se abrirá con una palabra mágica o con algún conjuro... ¡ABRA CADABRA! -gritó Currolf alzando las manos, pero l a puerta no se abrió-, no se abre. Probaré con otro... ¡A LA PÍM, A LA PÁM, A LA PÍM PUM PAM, PUERTA DE MORIA ÁBRETE YA! -la puerta seguía inmutable. - Oye, ¿de dónde habéis sacado a este? -le preguntó Dariusmir a Kairagorn. Así pasó el tiempo, y ya estaban dando las tantas de la noche. Dariusmir y los hobbits estaban compitiendo a ver quién molestaba más y llamaba más la atención tirando piedras al lago. Kairagorn estaba luciendo sus movimientos de espada. Svanlégolas aprovechó para fregar un poco con su cubo mágico. Gimlízacar, aburrido, tallaba algo en un trozo de madera. Currolf seguía haciendo el moñas delante de la puerta sin que esta se abriese. Y Alfrodo como de costumbre, estaba hasta los huevos. - Ya estoy hasta los huevos. Oye, Currolf, ¿seguro que se abre así? ¿no crees que sería algo tan fácil como tirar de una palanca o simplemente empujarla? - "JOPUTA PUERTA T'ABRAS OSITAS" -nada-. No lo creo, tiene que ser abierta con un conjuro. - ¿Entonces no has probado lo que te he dicho? - Mira, si quieres probamos a empujar, pero no servirá. Y entonces, cuando Currolf posó su mano en la fría puerta pétrea con dibujos hechos de bandas reflectantes e hizo presión, la puerta, no se abrió. - ¿Ves, te lo dije o no te lo dije? - ¿Y si es un juego de palabras? No sé, ¿algo que sólo supiesen los enanos y esté relacionado con los dibujos? - Esta puerta la hicieron los elfos, seguro que tiene que ser algo en élfico y muy elfo -dijo Kairagorn por encima del hombro de Currolf. - ¿Seguro? No sé, veamos... aquí hay un montón de elfos, y aquí también. Sí, tal vez sea eso. Aquí hay un árbol, aquí un elfo recogiendo flores... veamos, algo que sea muy elfo... ¡LAS ROSAS SON ROSAS, EL CLAVEL ES AZUL, LA PUERTA SE ABRE... - "...porque lo digas tú!" -añadió al final Alfrodo, pero la puerta no se abrió- ¿Por qué no nos hacéis caso a los hobbits? Te recuerdo que yo soy el portador. - No os hacemos caso porque sois una panda de juerguistas alcohólicos que no dan un, están todo el día haciendo el payaso y no dejan de meterse a ellos mismos y a los demás en líos. - ¡Vaya, primo, parece que nos conocen de toda la vida! - ¡Calla, Trasky! -Alfrodo volvió a Currolf-, pero seguro que tengo razón y es algo enanil y no élfico. - Blablabla... te pires... ¡Por la armadura de Khorne, ya lo tengo! Aquí pone "habla amigo y entra", seguro que hay que decir amigo en élfico. - Y.. ¿cómo es? - "MELON" -(sin acento en la "o") Rayos centellearon en el cielo, el viento sopló, la barba y la túnica del magno se batieron en el aire, mas la puerta no se abrió. - ¡Me cago en el Escalón! ¿Por qué no se abre? -gritó furioso Currolf mientras le arreaba patadas ala puerta, atrayendo a los demás miembros del grupo y sin percatarse de unas burbujas que salían a la superficie en el lago. - ¿Y si pruebas a decirlo en enano como dice el hobbit? - ¿Seguro, Kairagorn? Lo probaré... - ... claro, claro... muy bonito, a él sí le haces caso... - Veamos, amigo en enanil era... "BARMAN". De nuevo, rayos centellearon en el cielo, el viento con furia sopló, la barba y túnica del magno se batieron en el aire, mas la puerta no se abrió. - Esto empieza a mosquear. - ¡Lo mismo se ha roto! ¿Ey, y si tomamos algo de mientras? Alfrodo, pásate la petaca... - Calla, hobbit, o te arreamos los ocho a la vez. Analicemos el dibujo. ¡Oh, vaya! No me había fijado bien. Hay elfos por todas partes pero, también hay enanos. Aquí hay un elfo recogiendo flores, y detrás hay un grupo de enanos con porras. Aquí hay elfos durmiendo bajo la sombra de un árbol, y por ahí vienen enanos con hachas... ¿para qué se hizo esta puerta, Gimlízacar? - Pues para tener a los elfos fuera... -comentó con toda tranquilidad el enano mientras tallaba. - Entonces... seguro que tiene que ser algo así como... "LOS ELFOS SON GAYS, GAYS, GAYS" Por tercera vez, los rayos centellearon en el cielo, el viento con furia sopló, la barba y túnica del magno se batieron en el aire, mas la puerta no se abrió. - Oye, enano -decía la elfa- ¿por qué esa manía con los elfos? - Pues porque sí -Gimlízacar respondió sin dejar de tallar. - Veamos... qué mas hay en el dibujo. Mmm... un grupo de gente sentados a una barra... escena típicamente enanil de gente en un bar... aquí vemos como una gigantesca roca les va a aplastar, y el dibujo está en un lugar clavo por lo que tiene que ser importante... - Y parece que el enano más enano del dibujo está escribiendo algo. - Imaginaciones tuyas, pequeño hobbit. - Oye Currolf, parece que el enano del dibujo está escribiendo algo. - ¿Seguro, Kairagorn? Parece que sí... - ¡A que me tomo el chupito de un trago para joderos a todos! -dijo con furia pero ignorado el pequeño Alfrodo. - ¿Y qué es lo que estás tallando, tapón? -preguntó Svanlégolas. - Verdades sobre los elfos... - ¿Cómo cuales? - Pues como... "LOS ELFOS SON GAYS", "ELFOS, MARICONES", "MARIQUITAS, CABRONES", "OS MOLAN LAS FLORES"... - Parece que pone... sí, no hay duda... aquí pone... -seguían Currolf y Kairagorn a lo suyo. - Puf, no es odiarles, es tenerles manía. Peor sí. - ¿Y a las elfas? - "¡A LAS ELFAS, LAS QUE MÁS!" -dijeron al unísono Gimlízacar, Currolf, Kairagorn y todos los que estaban mirando la puerta por encima de sus hombros. Los rayos centellearon en el cielo, el viento con furia sopló, la barba de Currolf no se agitaba porque la tenía sujeta al cuerpo, y por fin, la puerta se abrió. Y cayeron todos de morros dentro.El grupillo calló en una bola de brazos y piernas en el oscuro interior de la entrada a Moria. Currolf se sacudió la barba y se levantó. - ¡Qué, soy magno o no soy magno! - No sabríamos qué decirte ¿cuánto has tardado, dieciocho horas? - Ehmm... bueno, sigamos. - Oh, sí, oh sí... -decía contento Gimlízacar- por fin se acabó el pasear por bosques como estúpidos. Ahora estamos en el nuevo hogar de mi papi, Ilmacar. Ahora cuando le encontremos nos dará de comer, de beber, de fo... - ... esperad un momento, aquí huele raro ... - Eso es porque eres elfa, escrupulosa. Tal vez huela un poco a cerrado, pero eso es porque esto es una mina. ¿Has oído? Una MINA. - Esto no es una mina, esto es una mieeerda -dijo Dariusmir tapándose la cara. - ¡¿Qué has dicho?! -amenazó el enano con el hacha. - Mirad allí -señaló Kairagorn a un montón de restos- Rápido, luz -Currolf se acercó he iluminó con su bastón mágico (una linterna). - ¡Por el caballo de guerra de Khorne, un enano muerto! - Oh, no -se acercó el enano a examinar- ¿Qué le ha pasado? - Un enano muerto no representa nada bueno. - Esto no es un enano -dijo Kairagorn como un intelectual-. Sí, tal vez lo haya sido. Pero esto ha sido asesinado, cocinado, devorado, digerido y posteriormente defecado... - ¿Entonces? -preguntó el enano. - ¿Orcos, trolls? -preguntó Svanlégolas. - Trolls... minas... tsk... será mejor que nos marchemos por ... - ¡¡¡SOCORRO!!! -venían gritos de fuera. Salieron corriendo a ver qué ocurría. Allí, vieron una espantosa escena. Un bicho super-mal fabricado de atrezo estaba sujetando a Alfrodo. - ¡Oh, dios mío! ¡Ha cogido a Kenny! ... digo... ¡... a Alfrodo! -gritó Traskydoc. - ¡¡Hijo de puta!! -le acompañó Sithpin. - GAM, GAM... -Gñam trataba de ayudar a su fiel amo, dando saltitos y mordiendo los tentáculos del bicho. - ¿Pero qué es eso? -preguntaban a Currolf. - Oh, no... es un... es el... OjoCántabro (cedido por "Kárate a muerte en Torremolinos")... ha atrapado a Alfrodo... ahora lo alza en el aire... ahora lo aporrea contra las piedras... ahora se lo lleva... ahora lo está ahogando... - ¡Hay que ayudarle! -gritó Kairagorn. - ... espera que termine ... -le lanzó una indirecta Currolf. - Hay que ayudarle, que si no se termina la peli antes de tiempo -Dariusmir y Svanlégolas fueron en su ayuda. Como no tengo ganas de escribir pues resumiré un poco: Sithpin y Trasky se dedicaron a insultar al monstruo. Gñam le mordía. Kairagorn y Dariusmir atacaban con sus espadas pero con cuidado de no hacer daño al operario que iba dentro del bicho, son "buenos" actores. Svanlégolas le arreó algún que otro fregonazo. Y cuando le consiguieron rescatar al interior de Moria, algún imbécil se cargó la puerta. --- Pasaron un, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis semanas y... bueno, dejémoslo en tres días. Habían vagado en silencio y sin rumbo por los laberínticos túneles. Bueno, no iban sin rumbo, simplemente que... - Confiesa, nos hemos perdido -interrogó Dariusmir a Currolf. - Ehm... nooo... - Tsk. - Sólo voy a hacer un alto para... para descansar y... echar una ojeada al mapa del abonotransporte. Así, decidieron parar para hacer un descanso. En un grupillo estaba Currolf, y en el otro todos los demás, pensando en como machacarle por hacerles caminar por un lugar tan perdidos y lleno de peligro durante tanto tiempo. - Oye, enano -preguntó Svanlégolas-, y ¿quiénes dices que construyeron esto? - No me acuerdo cómo se llamaban... algo de Manzana... Manzano... no sé... los mismos de Madrid-Tirith. - ¿Topohumano? - Si, algo así. - Pobre Gimlízacar -decía Kairagorn condescendiente-, caminar tanto y pasar por tantas cosas para que tus ilusiones de encontrarte con tus viejos amigos se vean truncadas por estas espantosas manifestaciones de la crueldad de los orcos... - ... sí, me ha afectado mucho, no me lo recuerdes... -decía el enano. - ... ¡quién sabe a qué torturas habrán sido sometidos, qué dejaciones habrán tenido que soportar, qué perrerías les habrán hecho los orcos que ahora se pasean por sus mansiones, orinan sobre sus cadáveres, violaron sus... - ... te he dicho que lo dejes. - Perdón, perdón. Perdón. Pero es que el imaginarme cómo les partían los brazos, cómo les cortaban sus cortas piernas, cómo les afeitaban las barbas y les arrancaban las cabelleras mientras ellos gritaban ¡Gimlízacar, ven a rescatarnos, aaarrrj! Pobres... ehm... Perdón otra vez. - ... no importa. - Tsk. Ese magno ya se ha vuelto a perder. ¿Cuánto tiempo nos va a hacer esperar hasta confesárnoslo? Encima aquí no me puedo salir a la puerta a mirar las estrellas. - ¿Y para qué quieres mirar las estrellas? -preguntó Svanlégolas. - Tú a tu fregona, elfa. Será posible. Tsk. Alfrodo, todavía fastidiado por el dolor en sus kinders, estaba un poco a parte. Sus amigos hobbits aprovechaban para toquetear las paredes (y las bolsas de los demás). A Alfrodo le pareció ver algo en las profundidades de una grieta y fue corriendo a decírselo a Currolf. - ¡Currolf, Currolf, he visto algo! - ¡Lo juro, era joven, no sabía lo que hacía y... - Que no, que no... algo o alguien subiendo por la pared... - Ah... será la criatura Yallum. El muy pesado lleva tres días dándome la tabarra con lo de "mi tezozo, mi tezozo" desde la distancia. Está empleando medios psicológicos para cabrearme, y al final lo conseguirá. - Pero... ¿no dijiste que lo tenían atrapado en Morcillor? ¿Se ha escapado? - ¿"Se ha escapado" o "le han echado porque no le aguantaban"? - ¿A qué te refieres? - Nada, nada. Ya lo entenderás más adelante. - Bueno. Qué pena que no esté muerto... - ... -Currolf no dijo nada, pero Alfrodo esperaba que lo dijese. - ... he dicho "qué pena que no esté muerto, que no le hayan matado". - ... - ¿es que no vas a reprochármelo? - ¿Qué? Ah, no. Bueno. Tal vez. Si fuese Theroman seguramente no te lo reprocharía, incluso le habría matado yo mismo. Pero no, como toda criatura absurda y descabellada que se pasea por este mundo, tiene derecho a existir. - No entiendo. - Ya entenderás, ya entenderás... En cualquier caso, que no se acerque a la petaca o la cagamos. - Vale. Por otro lado, ¿cuándo vas a confesarnos que nos hemos perdido? - Ehm... "Aivá" -dijo sobreactuando- "si es por aquí"... venga, vamos, todos, rápido... no me seáis vagos... Se volvieron a poner en marcha por las oscuras cuevas de Moria y bla bla bla... ¡a quién coño le importa! Aquí lo único que os gustan son los Gags... - Oye, me parece que ya hemos pasado por aquí. Estamos yendo en círculos. Jodío magno. Tsk -despotricó Dariusmir. - Se equivoca, señor Cóndon. Si se fija bien en esta pared verá que hay una, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco... y 17 arañazos. Sí, antes pasamos por una pared similar, pero sólo tenía 16 arañazos. - Ehm, Currolf. No me parece que eso sea muy de fiar -dijo Kairagorn. - Tonterías ¿quién es aquí el magno? Yo. Así que callad y prosigamos. Continuaron. Un par de pasos por detrás llegaron Svanlégolas, Gimlízacar y Sithpin. - Dime, enano ¿por qué crees que estamos andando en círculos? ¿qué mosca le habrá picado a ese magno? - Yo no entiendo los entresijos de las mentes de esos... - Gimlízacar ¿cuántas veces hemos pasado ya por aquí? -preguntó el pequeño Sithpin. - Pues veamos que cuente. Una, dos, tres, cuatro... y 17 veces. Añadiré otro arañazo más y con él harán 18. Así no perderemos la cuenta. Ahora sigamos. - Vale -dijeron contentos la elfa y el hobbit. Prosiguieron, pero Sithpin se había detenido al ver algo al borde de un precipicio. Caminó hasta allí, guardando el mayor silencio posible. Cuando llegó vio que se trataba de la legendaria Matademonios que le había dejado en herencia su padre para otra película y se preguntaba qué hacía allí. - ¿Qué hace esta espada aquí? Además, se parece mucho a la que lleva Kairagorn. Será mejor que la tire, total, nos evitamos problemas de racor con otras películas, y no creo que arme mucho escándalo -así que cogió la espada, se echó para atrás, y la lanzó con fuerza, tanta que impactó en la pared de enfrente y provocó un estruendoso desprendimiento- ¡Me cago en la Virgen! - ¡¡¡Por el deportivo rojo de Khorne!!! ¡¡¿Sithael Tuk, se puede saber qué has hecho?!! -gritó Currolf que venía corriendo bajo la mirada de todo el grupo que se llevaban la mano a la frente-, la próxima vez ¡¡TE TIRAS TÚ O TE TIRO YO!! ¡¡JODIO HOBBIT!! - Perdón... -el pobre Sithpin estaba avergonzado. Pero aun con esas, Currolf y sus compañeros le siguieron abroncando todo el día. Tras mucho caminar llegaron a una pequeña sala. Al parecer había sido durante mucho tiempo un fortín de los enanos contra los ataques de las criaturas de la mina. Habían restos de cadáveres por todas partes, utensilios y armas rotas por el suelo, y un diario en un pedestal. Habían decidido pasar la noche (o el día, no sé, el rato) allí ya que se veía tranquilo. Gimlízacar ya había perdido toda esperanza de encontrar a su padre y Currolf aprovechó para tratar de descubrir qué había sucedido leyendo en el diario. - Está tóo tajao tóo rapao... tóo quemao... debe ser el diario del escriba de tu padre, señor enano. - Mi padre. Léelo a ver qué dice. - Veamos -abrió el libraco-, le faltan muchas páginas. Mejor ir hacia las últimas páginas. Bien, ahora a leer "Zuzar. ¡Zuzo!. Zuzón: Hierba cana." Ehm... esto es un diccionario. - Uhi, lo siento, el libro lo tengo yo, es que el diccionario me aburre y lo he cambiado por ese libraco que lo mismo lo vendo y me gano unas monedas para invitar a la peña y eso... -decía Trasky. - Bien, ahora leamos lo que pone -prosiguió Currolf tras noquear al hobbit de un bastonazo y arrebatarle el libro-. "Las barricadas aguantarán durante un tiempo, hemos matado muchos pero cada vez vienen más orcos." - ¿No dice nada de mi padre? - Espera, voy a mirar... ehm... ehm... "Ilmacar la espichó la semana pasada..." y tal y cual... mejor omito detalles desagradables. - ¡Pero yo quiero saber qué le pasó! - Si quieres te explico los métodos de tortura y asesinatos orcos, señor enano -se ofreció Kairagorn. - Tal vez luego se lo explicas, Kairagorn. Ahora continuaré: "Cada vez somos menos, estos orcos son pesaos de cojones, no nos dejan tranquilos, no nos dejan beber ni comer, llamando a todas horas que si bajamos a jugar al fútbol, pero claro, tenemos las piernas cortas y siempre perdemos. No sabemos qué excusas darles..." bueno, esto es antes de los ataques, mejor avanzo un par de capítulos. Aquí... "... la cosa no estaría pero si hubiesen elfos tocando las narices. Los violentos orcos se comen a nuestros hermanos, los cocinan, les hacen perrerías..." más adelante "... el ataque comenzó hace una hora, esta vez van en serio y no sabemos si aguantaremos. La barricada y las puertas están cayendo. No tendremos tiempos de llegar hasta el puente, además que no abandonaremos la mina por nuestro honor enanil y..." y se enrolla. Un poco más adelante "... no escribo lo de Tambores en lo Profundo por lo de los derechos de autor, pero tienen trolls de las cavernas que son la tela de chungos, además que hay algo más, algo maligno, algo que no tendría que existir, no hay salvación contra ello y... ¡oh, no, ya está aquí! ALIGERA QUE TO COHO!!" y ya no hay más. - Lucharon valientemente y murieron con honor -consolaba Svanlégolas a Gimlízacar. - Les descuartizaron valientemente y murieron con horror, diría yo -dijo por lo bajo Dariusmir a los hobbits. - Bueno, ¿y ahora qué hacemos? - ¿A qué te refieres, Kairagorn? -preguntó Currolf. - Pues que no creo que sea buena idea estar aquí y que nos pase lo mismo y... - Oye Currolf ¿qué era eso que no tendría existir? Tú ya sabes lo que es, ¿no? -preguntaba Alfrodo. - Ehm... - Sí, sí lo sabías, y por eso no querías que viniésemos por aquí. ¡Pero aun así nos has traído, a una horrible muerte segura y que nos descuarticen los orcos, nos violen los elfos, nos devoren los trolls y ahora esto y encima y tal y debajo y carajo...! - ¡Alfrodo! ¡Alfrodo! -Currolf abofeteaba al pobre hobbit que estaba descontrolado por el pánico- ¡ALFRODO CÁLMATE, ALFRODO! - Ya... ya me he calmado... - QUE TE CALMES, ALFRODO, CÁLMATE -sus compañeros se apuntaron para arrearle. - ... con el jaleo que metió Sithpin seguro que ya están en camino y nos van a matar. - ...yar...yarmerl'jamao... -trataba de hacerse entender el pobre Alfrodo, desde el suelo. - ¡gñam! -dijo Gñam indicando a la espada mágica de Alfrodo. - ¿Qué ocurre? ¿Es esa espada mágica la que tenía Barkbilbo? - ¿Ocurre algo con ella, Currolf? -preguntó Kairagorn. - Sí, que luce cuando hay orcos cerca. - ¡Dios, qué asco! ¿quién se ha cagao? -preguntó Svanlégolas. - ¡Yo no he sido! -se disculpaba Trasky. - No es eso, son orcos... -dijo Dariusmir. Bueno, si queréis acción os veis la película. O si no os lo cuento así mismo: llega un puñao de orcos con dos trolls, tiran la puerta abajo y dice la elfa "¿te das cuén?", se sube el telón y el enano se lía a mamporrazos con los orcos mientras que Currolf hace mutis por el foro, Kairagorn se luce ante las espectadoras (ya se pasa, ni que fuese Vigo Mortensen), Dariusmir mata a unos cuantos pero sin hacerse notar mucho, y los cuatro hobbits corren por ahí. Gñam se come a un orco y lo vomita, Trasky y Sithpin matan y roban a otro orco, Alfrodo imita a Currolf y hace mutis por el foro. Ahora el dilema ¿le atraviesa con una lanza un jefe orco como pone en el libro, o le atraviesa con un tenedor un troll como sale en la peli?... Los orcos caían, pero pronto llegarían refuerzos. El fraguar de la batalla se disipaba cuando ocurrió la catástrofe. Todavía quedaba un orco (o un troll, si lo preferís) que despachó a Kairagorn, a Dariusmir y a todos los que se interpusieron en su camino para proteger al portador del chupito, y con furia arrojó una lanza (o un tridente) al pecho de Alfrodo, con tal fuerza que lo hizo volar... - ¡Hasta luego lucaaas! -dijo Alfrodo en el aire. - ALFRODOOO... NOOO... -escena dramática, gritan todos, a cámara lenta, mientras cae Alfrodo al suelo y se cepillan al bicho como venganza. - Alfrodo, Alfrodo... -corrió Kairagorn a atenderle. - Gñam, gñam. - Tranquilos, estoy bien. - ¡Pero si le ha atravesado el pecho con el arma! Tendría que estar muerto -dijo Dariusmir todavía sin creérselo. - No me ha pasado nada. Llevaba la camisa mágica que me dio mi tío, es 100% algodón, de Addidas, del Real Madrid, e incluso lleva el nombre de Beckan bordado. Mirad, no me ha pasado nad... -Alfrodo se miró el pecho mientras enseñaba la camisa. Tenía razón, el arma no le había atravesado el pecho ¡le había perforado un pulmón!, que fuese de mágico algodón 100% o de Addidas no iba a impedir que le atravesase ¡No te jode, ni que fuese una camisa hecha con mithril! - ... AHH! ¡ME DESANGRO! JODER, OSTIAS, ME MUERO... - Tranquilo, si nos damos prisa no morirás, aunque ese pulmón tiene mala pinta... -comentó desalentador Kairagorn. - ... y tanto, fíjate, lo tiene ahí fuera, en la punta que le asoma por la espalda -dijo Trasky. - ¡Aaah, mi pulmón!¡Me'Se ha caido el pulmón...! - Se están reagrupando, tendremos que darnos prisa. Ya nos encargaremos del cadáver luego... quiero decir...de Alfrodo. - ¡¡¡No estoy muerto, no voy a morir!!! ¿Verdad Currolf? -preguntó llorando, no obtuvo respuesta- ¡¿Verdad?! - Tsk. Venga, darse prisa. ¡Ahí vienen los porteros, aligera que te cojo! Kairagorn cogió a Alfrodo en brazos y salió corriendo. Los demás le siguieron y Currolf iba indicando el camino. Salieron de aquella pequeña sala a una mayor con grandes columnas. No tenía tiempo de hacer de guía turístico, así que Currolf no les contó nada sobre ellas. Y entonces, blancos, azules, verdes, negros y rojos, les rodearon multitudes de orcos de todos los colores, todos ellos apestosos. - ¡Oh, no! Nos han rodeado... -dijo Sithpin. - No jodas... no nos habíamos dado cuenta...Tsk. - ¿Qué hacemos, Currolf? - ¡Por la bufanda de Khorne! ¡Y yo qué sé! - Vamos a morir, vamos a morir... VAMOS A MORIR -lloriqueaba Traskydoc. - Se nos tiene que ocurrir algo, aunque sea liarnos a mamporrazos -sugería Svanlégolas. Entonces ocurrió algo. Los orcos dejaron lo que estaban haciendo (unos amenazaban con la espada, otros jugaban a las cartas, etc...), se giraron hacia el fondo de la sala de la que provenía un sonido antinatural salido de la garganta de alguna criatura, se miraron entre ellos y echaron a correr. - ... -dijo Traskydoc. - ... -dijo Sithpin. - ... -dijo Alfrodo. - ... -dijo Dariusmir. - ¡Gñam! -dijo Gñam. - ¡Calla! -dijo Currolf. - ... -dijo Gimlízacar. - ... -dijo Svanlégolas. - ¿Qué ha sido eso? -preguntó Kairagorn. - Lo juro, yo no he sido -confesó Sithpin. - ¡Por el juego de toallas de Khorne! Creo que es lo que me temía... el... - ¿La criatura de la que hablaban en el diario que encontramos? -preguntó Gimlízacar. El suelo tembló y el ruido sonó de nuevo. - Sí. Esa criatura. Es el... - Desde que estamos aquí he sufrido graves pesadillas, horribles cosas pasaban pero no sabía qué era, ¿tiene algo que ver? -preguntó Svanlégolas. El suelo temblaba y el ruido sonó de nuevo. - Sí, tiene mucho que ver. Se trata de eso, es el... el... - Mientras corríamos se me ha metido una china en la bota y me ha hecho una herida. Además, Traskydoc huele mal ¿tiene algo que ver el bicho ese? -preguntó Dariusmir. El suelo temblaba y el ruido sonó de nuevo. - Sí. Es el... - Ey, yo no huelo mal -dijo ofendido Traskydoc. El suelo tembló y el ruido sonó de nuevo. - ¿Lo vas a decir de una vez o salimos corriendo? -preguntó Kairagorn con Alfrodo en brazos. - Mejor las dos cosas. Salimos corriendo y os lo digo... se trata del... Bleydrog. - ¡¡¡NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! -gritaron al unísono todos y salieron corriendo. - NAS NAS, QUE PAXA PIVAS, EHO GENTE HOLAS UOLAS REQUETEUOLITAS COMO DICE EL FLANDERS JEJEJE...ARREIYAA... -se oía desde el fondo de la gran sala. Corrían como podían, ganando terreno a la horrible criatura de forma no definida, pero que al parecer todos sentían aprensión y ganas de escapar de ella. Llegaron a duras penas al fino puente sin barandilla que les daría la libertad, con Currolf al final. Lo cruzaron uno a uno, pero Currolf se paró en mitad. - ¿Currolf, qué haces? -preguntó Kairagorn. - Barbas, no es tiempo de hacerse el valiente, no tenemos más que salir por aquí y estaremos a salvo -gritaba Dariusmir. - ¡No, no puedo permitir que esa horrible criatura que atenta contera la realidad del universo escape de aquí! - Allá tú. - Pero... ¿no me vais a ayudar? - Ehm... sí claro. Pero sólo si me prometes que nos dirás que nos alejemos y no nos harás la putada de que nos enfrentemos a él contigo. Que nos sabemos el guión. - No os puedo prometer nada. - Entonces tú solito. - Cabrones. Y entonces llegó, la gran criatura amorfa, el Bleydrog, pesado como... no hay nada tan pesado (en todos los sentidos) como ese bicho. Se plantó delante de Currolf. - ¡Por las películas porno de Khorne! No puedes pasar. - Jeje, ey, Curro, qué tienes mucho Curro? Curras, Curro? Jeje.. has vuelto del caribe? Ah, no, que ese es paco... jejeje... ala, cómo mola esto, se parece a Moria, jejeje, ey, pasa peña, ¿qué es esto? ¿una parodia? Jajaja... qué pocas ocurrencias tenéis, cacho perros, siempre copiando... jejeje... sois la ostia, y no me llamáis ni nada y... AIVÁ, SI SOY EL MALO!! GUAY... jejej... os voy a matar a todos a collejas... - ¡Nooo! ¡No trates de atacarme con tus incongruencias malignas! ¡Soy defensor del Rol Fantástico Humorístico! ¡Guardián del Friki! - Jajaja... qué chorradas dices... siempre estáis igual, sois "super flipados de veras" jajajejejijijojo (nota del guionista: gilipollas), anda, vamos a por unas chorvas, démaje que pase, que soy el monstruo y quiero hacer GRUARG y GROUARG y eso... cómo mola... - ¡Por la casa en Roquetas de Mar de Khorne! ¡Te lo impediré! El Bleydrog trató de caminar por el puente, pero la pericia de Currolf de ponerse en el centro del puente no le dejaba pasar. - Ey, tío, no jodas, démaje pasar... venga Curro, que yo soy tu amigo... venga... encima, después de todo lo que he hecho por vosotros. Y ya te digo que no, que yo no voy a seguiros el juego con estas tonterías que se os ocurren, que no... - ¡No podrás pasar! -la jodimos con los derechos de autor. En ese momento, debido al sobrepeso del Bleydrog detenido sobre el puente de arcilla o materiales más endebles, hizo que se desquebrajara, cayendo el bicho al vacío. - ¡Vuelve a la vacuidad en la que deberías permanecer para siempre y no volver, alimaña! - Ey... curro... curras mucho, descansa, no pises la hierba, fúmala... abajo las drogas, los del sótano, jejeje.. allá voy, al sótano... -se dejó de escuchar al Bleydrog. - ¡Oh, qué gran proeza! ¡Ha vencido a la terrible criatura y conserva aún la vida! -decía Dariusmir desde las escaleras de la salvación. Pero en ese momento el puente se terminó de joder y Currolf quedó sujeto a una repisa. - ¡Por las chocolatinas de Khorne, venid a ayudadme! - ... -decían sus compañeros. - ¡Insensatos, corred, corred que me estoy escurriendo! - Oh, no, Currolf ha caído por ayudarnos, va a morir, tenemos que ayudarle -decía Alfrodo. - No, es peligroso, además, dijo que no le ayudáramos -decía Kairagorn. - ¡Pedazo cabrones, que me estoy escurriendo, venid a ayudarme, que eso era sólo con el bicho! - Oh, dios... no... se ha sacrificado por nosotros, qué valeroso el barbas. Tsk (se suena los mocos, pero es que suena igual) -dijo Dariusmir. - ¡Que aún no he muerto, ostias! - CURROOOOOLF, NOOOOOO.... - GAAAAM... -gritaban los hobbits. - Me cago en la... -se terminó por escurrir- ¡que me escurrooooo....! - Curroooolf.... -gritaban todos. - ¡Qué valiente era, se ha sacrificado por salvarnos! -decía Gimlízacar. - ¡Lo ha hecho porque nosotros le amábamos y él nos amaba con todo su corazón! -dijo Svanlégolas. - ... y una mieeeerdaaa... hijos de puta... puta... puta... (más ecos) -Currolf desapareció por el abismo. - ¡Ahí vienen los orcos, hay que irse! -decía Kairagorn entre lágrimas. * Os parecerá bonito ¿no? Mirad que dejar que el pobre Curro se descalabrara... * Perdón -respondía el reparto del Señor de los Chupitos, con espíritu dolido, a la bronca del Director de la película. * ¡Ni perdón ni peras! Se ha roto la pierna y no podrá actuar en dos meses.. ahora a ver cómo nos montamos la película. * Perdón. * ¡¡POR VUESTRA CULPA, OS HABÉIS CARGADO 52 ESCENAS ESENCIALES!! Claro, como ninguno de vosotros es el guionista, me toca a mí estrujarme el cerebro hasta que se me ocurra alguna idea graciosa para los squech's... * No se dice así... * Jum... -la mirada asesina bajo esas gafas de sol fueron suficientes para hacer enmudecer cualquier réplica. * ... nada, nada. * ... os tendría que despedir a todos y... * Perdón señor ¿dónde colocamos al wyvern? -preguntaba uno de los operarios que traían a un bicho halado de cartón. * Pues ¡se lo puedes meter por el culo a cada uno de estos inútiles! El director, con boina de director, con gafas de sol de director, con pantalones bombachos de director, con audífono de director... seguía reprendiendo al reparto mientras daba instrucciones a los operarios. Estaban preparando las nuevas e improvisadas escenas que se llevarían a cabo en un bosque, en la ladera de una montaña, con grandes árboles de troncos marrones y copas verdes (no te jode, no iban a ser de otros colores). * Bueno venga. A ver, vosotros "grupillo", llegáis raudos al bosque y camináis en silencio por él. Se supone que vais en busca de ayuda y consejo de los elfos de Lothlérinnon. ¡¿Dónde están los elfos?! * Aquí esstamoss -saludaban un par de ellos. * Bien. Veamos, tú, Kain. Métete en tu papel de experimentado montaraz, pero ten cuidado de no quitarle protagonismo a Alf. * Sí señor. * Ya sabemos todos que te gusta lucir tus súper movimientos de espada, pero no me apetece que hagáis como siempre y me cambiéis las escenas. ¡Así que nada de cargarse a los elfos, esto va por todos! ¡¿Entendido?! * Sí señor -contestaron todo el reparto. * Bueno, veamos, daremos un primer plano a Izacar con los hobbits... bueno, con estos cuatro inútiles quiero decir. Tú lees tu guión, os cogen los elfos por sorpresa, terminamos la escena y enlazaremos con la siguiente. ¿Entendido? * Sí. * Perdón, pero cuando hablas de los elfos ¿también te refieres a mí? * A ver... Svandita... ¿tú no formas parte del grupo? * Claro. * Entonces... ¡¿QUÉ PINTAS TÚ CON LOS ELFOS DE LOTHLÉRINNON?! ¡Venga! A sus puestos. Luces. ¡He dicho "luces" no Luzeryn, ya estás saliendo de la peli que no te ha llamado nadie!. ¡¡LUCES!! Cámaras. Acción. Adelante grupillo. La toma empezó. Pip 5.... pip 4... pip 3... pip 2... --- El grupo corría llorando desconsolado, bajando por las laderas de las montañas de Tscalabras, en dirección al bosque de Lothlérinnon. Tras perder a Currolf todos estaban heridos de gravedad en lo más profundo de sus corazones, pero tenían que ser fuertes y seguir adelante, así lo habría querido él (- Una mierda... hijos de puta... puta... puta...). Kairagorn tomó el mando y decidió llevarles a la espesura, en donde estarían a salvo de cualquier persecución de los orcos de las minas. - Tsk. Ha sido trágico, después de todo se le llegaba a coger cariño al barbas. Por cierto, mi señor Kairagorn... (- ¿"Mi señor Kairagorn"?¿Está eso en el guión? -preguntaba el director a su ayudante) - ... ¿por qué nos adentramos en este peligroso bosque? - Vamos en busca de los elfos de Lothlérinnon y la dama Galouqudriel -contestó Kairagorn mientras se adentraba más y más en la espesura, seguido del grupo. - ¡Pero, estás loco! ¿Qué quieres sacar de esa peligrosa bruja? - Ey... tú... Dariusmir, cuidado con lo que dices de la bella y bondadosa dama Galouqudriel -amenazó Svanlégolas con el mocho de la fregona. - Eso no son más que historias infundadas que se inventan las gentes de tierras lejanas. Nadie que conozca a los elfos diría algo así -trató de tranquilizar la situación Kairagorn. - Puf... pamplinas. Escuchadme, pequeños hobbits -decía Gimlízacar para los hobbits-, tal vez no sea una malvada bruja, pero sí sé que los elfos de Lothlérinnon son los peores. - ¿Por qué, cómo son? -preguntó Sithpin. - Pues... son los elfos más... más elfos... no sé si me entiendes. Los más peligrosos. Aunque tranquilos, teniendo a un habilidoso y VARONIL enano con vosotros, nada tendréis que temer, les detectaría a la legua y les haría pagar todo intento de... (- Bien. Ahora que entren los elfos y les "cogen" por la retaguardia. Adelante elfos -el director daba instrucciones.) Y entonces, de entre los árboles salieron los elfos más elfos que jamás hubieran visto. Acecharon al grupo, y "cogieron" a Gimlízacar por la "retaguardia" y... - Uis, vaya, nos han encontrado y... ¡PERO TÚ QUE HACES, DEGENERÁDO! - ¡¡¡CORTEN, CORTEN, CORTEN!!! El reparto se dio la vuelta para mirar la escena. Los actores que hacían de hobbits salieron corriendo para no correr la misma suerte que el enano. Kairagorn se adelantó al director, indignado, y habló. - Ey, ey... Edu. Que a mi no me pagan por hacer esa clase de escenas. Que yo creía que esto era una película para todos los públicos, no una peli porno... y menos de este calibre. - ¡PERO QUÉ HACÉIS!¡¿OS HABÉIS VUELTO TODOS LOCOS?! -gritaba el director- ¡A ver, vosotros, "elfos", soltar las armas, dejad a los hobbits en paz y caminad hacia atrás, muy despacio! Tú, suelta a Izacar. ¿Se puede saber qué hacéis? - ¡Eso digo yo, ¿se puede saber qué haces, tío?! -gritaba indignado Izacar- ¡Oye, tío, tú estas muy mal! A que... a que.. .a que te parto la cara, gilipollas, cómo te atreves -amenazaba al elfo. - Ains. No ssé. Yo me he leído el guion y he sseguido lass instrucciones. Ponía que te "cogía por detráss" y esso he hecho. ¿No? - ¡¿Pero tú estás jamao?! ¡¿Tú que entiendes por coger?! Coger es coger... no intentar sodomizarme... cabrón... - Bueno, bueno... venga... está bien. Esto sólo ha sido un malentendido dialéctico. A ver, tú, elfo, ¿quieres dejar de agarrar de una vez a Izacar? Y deja de intentar encularle. Y tú, Izacar, súbete los pantalones, anda... - ¡Está bien, pero que no se repita! Y que conste, que me los ha bajado el guarro este. Será degeneráo... otro agujero te iba a hacer yo... ¡capullo! -se quejaba el enano. - Esto es imposible... ay... pasemos a la siguiente escena, anda -suspiraba el pobre director. --- La casa de Galouqudriel y Shephebornth era una obra maestra de la carpintería élfica, construida en lo alto de un alto árbol alto de los bosques de Lothlérinnon, amplia como un palacio, pero no dejaba de tener ese ambiente rústico del campo y de las casetas que se hacían en los árboles los niños pequeños. Aunque todavía quedaba un par de paneles por poner. Los pipas estaban colocando en mesas improvisadas todo el catering, del que hacían buena cuenta el reparto de la peli y los extras. De mientras, el director daba instrucciones en unos primeros planos. - Veamos, Alouqua. Esta escena es de las más sencillas y simples que podamos rodar. Lo único que tienes que hacer es dar instrucciones uno a uno de los llegados de la Comunidad del Chupito. La escena en la que te cuentan que Currolf ha caído ya la rodaremos en otro momento, así es esto del cine. Por cierto ¿dónde está Shephebornth? - ¿Quién? Ah, Shephiroth. No sé, por ahí, nunca aparece. - Entonces que se joda y no sale, podemos prescindir de él. BUENO, TODOS, ESCUCHADME, VAMOS A RODAR. SILENCIO, LUCES, CÁMARA, ACCIN. Los miembros de la Comunidad ya habían comunicado a la legendaria dama Galouqudriel la caída de Currolf. A pesar de ser elfos, se notaba en el ambiente que estaban muy afectados por el suceso, no obstante ahora tendría que darles instrucciones. Como pariente de Elaisrond, ya estaba al corriente de todo lo que sucedía, no había secretos para ella. Aunque sí tenía muchos consejos para dar a los miembros del grupo. - Tú, Kairagorn, acércate -dijo con voz suave la dama Galouqudriel. - Oh, bella dama. Sois más aun más hermosa que Nayrwen, la joven hija de Elaisrond -le hacía la pelota el montaraz. La elfa extendió paulatinamente sus suaves manos por la tersa piel del descendiente de Isidro, mientras sus pupilas se agitaban bajo sus párpados cerrados, tal vez soñando, tal vez viendo el pasado o el futuro del humano. Arriba y abajo por el brazo pasaba sus manos, notándose su pulso vivaz a través de su piel y cómo había recorrido antes todo su cuerpo para... (- Ejem... se enrolla mucho ¿no crées? -preguntó el director a su ayudante) - El descendiente de Isidro volverá a la ciudad blanca y esta le acogerá en su trono, consigo portará la gloria de la victoria de sus ancestros. Allí, él y su amada, serán felices y comerán perdices, buey, atún, venado, pollo, arroz, cebada, aceitunas, chorizo,... - Oh... gracias, mi señora -quitó la mano de un tirón, pero sonriendo para disimular- (qué pesada). - Tú, valiente enano, no tienes por qué sentir miedo. - No es miedo, mi señora. Es ensimismamiento. Jamás pensé que un elfo pudiese llegar a ser tan hermoso y parecerse tanto a una dama, por muy travestido que estuviese... - Yo soy una dama -aclaró un tanto desorientada. - Oh, vaya... lo siento. - Hay algo que me gustaría darte. - La verdad, es que sólo me conformaría con un simple mechón de su cabello... (- Bien, bien. Bien por Izacar, bien improvisado. Eso no creo que le lleve mucho tiempo -se enorgullecía el director.) La bella dama élfica, vestida con un suave camisón azul cielo, de seda y por ello cuasi-semi-transparente, a través del cual dejaba muy poco para la imaginación viéndose su suave, delicada, pálida y bella piel de elfa. Alargó sus brazos y los flexionó muy lentamente mientras se llevaba las manos hacia atrás de su bien figurado rostro, primero un poco, luego otro poco, luego otro, ya había flexionado los brazos un par de grados, aunque aún le quedaba un poco para llegar a los 90º, y mucho más para llegar hasta tener las palmas abiertas, con sus dedos índice, anular, pulgar, corazón e índice, de ambas manos, extendidos mientras tocaba sus finos y bien crecidos que queratina a partir de moléculas inorgánicas cabellos de su cuero cabelludo de elfa, con orejas perfectamente terminadas en puntas [...] y mientras el cordel de azul brillante algodón se hacía un ovillo sobre sí mismo en el suelo, el alfiler, que prendido estaba en su vestido, era utilizado con habilidad para seccionar con dulzura y amor esos dulces y amielados cabellos. El precioso mechón de brillante oro, se mostraban como el pincel del arco iris, bajo un fogonazo o rayo del sol que atravesaba la cúpula de la cámara [...] y terminado de extenderse el brazo, la mano y el presenta tendido al enano, los perfectos y carnosos labios sellados, el carrillo de la boca marcado por esa sonrisa tan pura que sólo las más bellas y grandiosas damas élficas pueden tener, dibujaban la sonrisa de la amistad espiritual. La dama Galouqudriel esperaba a que el señor enano de las montañas, rudo pero honrado, peloso pero bello y rico de corazón, aceptara el regalo. ... "esperaba a que el señor enano de las montañas aceptara el regalo". - Ejém -tosió irritada la señora de los elfos al enano dormido-. "esperaba a que el señor enano de las montañas aceptara el regalo". (- Eh, jem... qué, ¿qué pasa? -se despertó el director y el resto del reparto- ay, coño, que estamos rodando. ¡Izacar, coge el regalo!) - OhoooOOOOooohh... -bostezó el enano- qué hermoso mechón, mi bella dama y señora elfa. Casi hasta tengo la tentación de pediros otro para mi primo... pero mejor no. - Sí, ya -parecía enfadada, pero pasó al siguiente-. Y por fin, tenemos aquí al ámese Bolsón, el portador de la gran responsabilidad.... - CORTA, CORTA... mejor pasamos a la siguiente toma y ya haremos esta por ordenador. Que si no, se nos muere el pobre Alfrodo de tanta descripción. Alfrodo y todos los demás, que no podemos seguir tu ritmo, no te enfades Alouqua -daba instrucciones el director. --- Así, el grupo partió del Lothlérinnon, bajando por el Guadalquivir rumbo a Madrid-Tirith, una vez allí decidirían qué camino tomar para entrar a Morcillor. Partían de la morada de los elfos con los corazones llenos, al igual que los bolsillos de algunos... - Traskydoc ¿no habrás mangado nada, verdad? - No, nada, nada -le decía a Kairagorn mientras se guardaba una botella de sidra bajo la chaqueta. ... pero como lo que no tenían lleno eran los estómagos, y el viaje era largo, decidieron parar en la primera área de descanso que encontraran. Así, cuando pasaron entre el Pico del Oro y la Giralda, representantes de los ancestros de Kairagorn, el legendario Isidro, quien dio perdición a Saurku, decidieron parar en una pequeña playa. Ah, durante el viaje habían visto unos cuantos orcos por las orillas, unos buitres muy grandes, y un toro de Osborne. Allí, con tocino, choricitos, panceta y el espetec de Casa Tarrabellas, se proponían hacer una barbacoa. - Bien, veamos el plan a seguir -llamó Kairagorn mientras se ponía todo serio-. Primero. Alfrodo y Dariusmir os iréis a aquella parte oscura del bosque en donde casi no se ve nada y que si alguien os mata os podrían esconder y no se os encontraría en mil años aunque gritaseis como cerdos mientras os degollan, para buscar un poco de leña. - ¿Puedo objetar? - No, lo siento Alfrodo. Vosotros, Sithpin y Trasky, como sé que si os quedáis aquí vais a estar mangoneando al pobre Gimlízacar, mejor perdeos un poco por aquel otro lado del bosque, a ver si encontráis unos champiñones, que un revoltijo de champiñones siempre entra bien. Y de paso unos huevos para hacer el revuelto. Gimlízacar, como es un inútil remando, pues le dejaremos a cargo de vigilarlo todo, ya que no será capaz de salir corriendo y dejarnos para el arrastre mientras se parte la barba de la risa. Aunque por si acaso Svanlégolas se quedará para vigilarle. - Señor, sí señor -saludaron marcialmente a Kairagorn y se pusieron manos a la obra. - Kairagorn, y ¿qué hay de lo del Chupito? - Lo siento Trasky... ¿Trasky?¡¿Alfrodo?! vaya, raro se me hace que lo preguntes tú. No, no podemos beberlo. - No hombre, me refiero a qué pasa con él, cuando vamos a hablar sobre el plan de destruirlo -preguntó indignado Alfrodo. - Eso mejor cuando estemos con la tripa llena. Mmm... vaya, también me apetecería un poco de cochinillo. Bueno, mientras vosotros estáis ocupados yo iré a la llamada de la selva y a buscar algún cochinillo. Venga, a trabajar. Todos se dedicaron a sus quehaceres. Alfrodo y Dariusmir entraron en esa parte oscura y apartada del bosque, aunque el hobbit, que se había leído el guión, trataba de guardar las distancias con el guerrero. - Tsk, tsk -se escuchaba por detrás de Alfrodo. - Ehm... Dariusmir ¿por qué no buscas por allí, a un kilómetro? Yo ya me valgo de sobra para buscar por aquí. - ... -no hubo respuesta. - Vaya, ya se ha ido. Menos mal, cualquiera sabría lo que haría ese tipo tan raro conmigo. Un hobbit tan apuesto y atractivo. Alfrodo continuó recogiendo ramitas, pero un pesado pié sujetaba contra el suelo justo la que iba a coger. Alfrodo levantó la mirada y vio a Dariusmir, aunque con esa extraña sonrisa no dejaba pensar nada bueno. - Ehm... ¿Dariusmir? Vaya, pensé que te habías marchado. Oye, estás pisando mi ramita, aunque no importa, supongo que tu bota está bien donde está, mejor me voy a buscar a otra parte. - Tsk. Parece que llevas mucho peso, déjame que te ayude -trató de darle una indirecta. - Ehm... oye, si intentas ligar conmigo como lo harías con una campesina... te equivocas, que me parece que has pasado mucho tiempo cerca de los elfos, ese viajecito nuestro a Lothlérinnon nos ha afectado a todos, pero eso es pasarse, será mejor que te serenes, Dariusmir... - No intento ligar contigo, pequeño y valeroso hobbit. - Pues diciéndome esas cosas cualquiera lo diría, Dariusmir... - Sólo quiero "liberarte de tu carga" -le quiñó el ojo. - Oye, que por que sea bajito no soy un niño. Y si a ti te ponen los niños pequeños pues muy mal, eso de los pederastas no tiene futuro, puedes jugarte la vida, ya sabes lo que les hacen a los pederastas en la cárcel, ¿no, Dariusmir?... - Hablo del Chupito, mequetrefe. Tsk. - Ajá, ahora insultando, claro, como no te he correspondido... ¡ehm! ¿del Chupito? ¿del trago prohibido?¿la petaca maligna de kangkang de Saurku? ¿Y para qué lo quieres, Dariusmir? - Ese estúpido barbas, que en paz descanse en le fondo del pozo, pretendía destruirlo. - Claro, ese es el plan. - ¡No lo permitiré! ¿Es que no te das cuenta de todo lo que podríamos lograr con ese Chupito? Ooooh... la publicidad que haría a Minas-Tirith, los patrocinadores y organizadores de fiestas vendrían tentados por él, para tratar de suplicarnos que les dejásemos dar un trago ¡o incluso sacar su fórmula para producirlo en serie! Invertirían y crearían todo tipo de negocios... fiestas de la Sidra, Festimáx, A'Campedo... la juerga Madrileña renacería y Saurku no podría soportar la envidia y se desterraría a sí mismo al abismo lleno de furia cochina. Tsk. Así aprendería. - Oye, Dariusmir, creo que lo estás flipando mucho. Será mejor que te sientes a descansar. - ¡Oh, sí! ¡Si consiguiésemos su fórmula! Aunque no haría falta ni eso, podríamos destilar nuestros propios licores y venderlos a 12 lerus el trago, llamándolos tal vez Chupitines Malignos, o a 50 lerus la litrona y llamarla Litrona de KangKangcola... oh sí... podríamos decir que la destilan los más habilidosos y dedicados monjes de alguna montaña lejana... o que nosotros mismo los destilamos en la Montaña del Intestino... aunque para eso primero tendríamos que destruir a Saurku -sus demacrados ojos se entrecerraron mientras conspiraba-. Sí, podría ir incluso yo mismo, por la gloria de Madrid-Tirith, y usar el chupito para tentar a Saurku para que se auto ampute la... la vida...Tsk, se lo tendría merecido, eso y más... - Oye, Dariusmir, tal vez tengas razón -decía con cuidado Alfrodo mientras se escabullía-. Pero seguramente a Kairagorn no le gustará... - Sí, sé qué le gustaría a ese Kairagorn. Defensor de la juerga rociera, descendiente de Isidro -dijo con desprecio-, sí, conozco muy bien a esos... no entienden. Esos tiempos ya pasaron y esas viejas glorias no se merecen resurgir. Tsk, ya le enseñaría yo a él también, si tuviese el Chupito y... un momento... -se dio la vuelta. - ...bueno, pues ¿qué te parece si le voy a buscar y se lo dices tú mismo, eh? -sonrió el hobbit a Dariusmir. - ¡Dame el Chupito, Alfrodo, o lo arrancaré de tu cadáver! - ... oye, no me trates así, que somos amigos. Venga, cálmate, Dariusmir. - ¡No me llames Dariusmir, yo no soy Dariusmir! - Ah, ¿no? - Yo soy... -un rayo cruzó el cielo, curioso porque no estaba encapotado-, soy Dan Vartel (nota del guionista: Dan Vartel es la personalidad oscura oculta de Darius). - Pues... encantado de conocerte Dan, pero si no te importa me tengo que marchar y... Alfrodo trató de salir corriendo, pero el hombre le agarró. Le metió un par de guantazos, uno a derecha y otro a izquierda, le cruzó la cara. Alfrodo hizo lo único que podía hacer un honrado, valeroso, educado y cortés hobbit: le metió una patada en los witos. Dan Vartel cayó de rodillas al suelo y sin respiración, Alfrodo aprovechó para salir corriendo mientras pedía ayuda y llamaba a gritos a Kairagorn, pero nadie le oía. Detrás de él, venía Dan para darle caza, para abrirle en canal y robarle el chupito mientras gritaba amenazas de lo que le iba a hacer. Entonces, sin otra salida, Alfrodo sacó la petaca prohibida de su bolsillo y le echó un buen trago, desapareciendo al instante. - ¡Alfrodo, vuelve, vuelve que te voy a matar! Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.... -pobre, se le quedó como un tic nervioso-. ¿Qué he hecho? Oh, no... Alfrodo, vuelve. No sabía lo que estaba haciendo. Vuelve... vuelve que todavía no te he matado, que te tengo que arrancar los bracitos esos, te los meteré por el culo hasta que te salgan por la boca, entonces te quitaré el chupito y me mearé en tu cara.. ¡¡¡VUELVE!!! que te vas a enterar -pero Alfrodo ya estaba lejos. Con un gran resacón, y perdido en otra dimensión, Alfrodo caminó sin ton ni son hasta caer por un escalón... rodó y se despertó. Estaba entre unas zarzas (pobre, es gafe) y todavía le dolía la cabeza de los efectos del KangKang. Estaba a punto de ponerse a gritar furioso por su asquerosa vida, pero unos ruidos le hicieron cambiar de opinión. A San Fermín pedimos, por ser nuestro patrón, nos guíe en el encierro dándonos su bendición. Eran las horribles canciones de Morcillor. Una patrulla de orcos pasaron justo a su vera, y por una vez en su vida tuvo suerte y no le vieron... - ¡Ey, mirad, allí hay hobbits! ... o tal vez sí le vieron. - ¡Orcos! Corre Trasky.... ¿Trasky? ESPÉRAME TRASKY... ESPÉRAME... - ¡Prended a los hobbits! - ¡Ostias tú, que nos quieren quemar! - Que no hombre... ¡dejad de correr, que sólo os queremos atrapar! Pero Alfrodo, el valeroso hobbit, no iba a dejar que esos asquerosos orcos atraparan a sus fieles amigos mientras el estuviese en poder de un artefacto tan poderoso como el Chupito Único. Así que echó otro trago y corrió hacia el campamento, dejando a sus amigos más abandonaos que un 386. ¿Qué ocurrió entonces? Pues bien. Los orcos dieron con Trasky y Sithpin, pero Dariusmir llegó en su ayuda. No podía dejar que esos asquerosos orcos tuviesen en poder la Petaca Maligna, no, porque tenía que ser para él. Así que cuando se dio cuenta de que ninguno de los dos Hobbits era Alfrodo, tuvo un desgraciado accidente con media docena de flechas que se le clavaron en el pecho (eso le pasa por ir con una diana dibujada y ponerse a llamar la atención de 25 orcos armados). Alertados por la llamada de su cuerno... - Tú, humano, estás muerto. - ¡¡Y UN CUERNO!! ... alertados, Svanlégolas, Gimlízacar y Kairagorn fueron en su rescate. Pero llegaron demasiado tarde y poco sacaron de las palabras de Dariusmir. Los orcos se llevaron a los pequeños hobbits, y Alfrodo llegó sano y salvo hasta las barcas. Allí, convenció a Gñam para que se fueran ellos por su cuenta, ya que después de que sus amigos se la jugaran en el Peine de los Vientos, casi fue ahogado en Ruinesdel por la poca maña de los magos elfos, casi hacen que le mate un bicho en Moria por culpa de lo poco práctico que era el regalo de su tío, después de las amenazas de Currolf de que le iba a freír en aceite y luego no se lo iba a comer porque le daba asco, de que los elfos de Lothlérinnon le intentaran violar, de que Dariusmir le intentó violar y luego matar para más tarde robarle y violar su cadáver... pues como que no confiaba en nadie. Decidió en un principio ir solo, pero la idea de encontrarse con más orcos y estar desprotegido no le atraía, se le ocurrió que tal vez podría hacer buen uso de Gñam... - Bueno, tal vez puedas distraerles mientras yo me escapo. ... y como también era buen amigo suyo y un gran hablador... - ¡Gñam! ... pues decidieron partir juntos hacia Morcillor. En realidad preferían volver a casa, pero ya le amenazó Currolf de que volvería de entre los muertos y le @#$%& si no había destruido el Chupito en el Monte del Intestino como le había mandado. Así, bajo el sol cenital, por las aguas del Guadalquivir, entre la torre del Oro y la Giralda, con música de Evia de fondo, Alfrodo y Gñam se alejaban. Kairagorn, Gimlízacar y Svanlégolas mangoneaban el cadáver de Dariusmir. Trasky y Sithpin viajaban amordazados a lomos de orcos. Y Currolf caía y caía por el pozo... - Hijos de puta... puta... puta... (más ecos)

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Title: 6 Snowbirds Tags: group sex, bisexual, voyeurism *(incest. group sex. bisex. "auditeurism". enjoy!)* The taxi's wheels half-splashed, half-crunched down the side street of slush. Whistling as he drove, the cabbie wheeled to the curb, sliding the last few centimeters. "There you go, folks. 911-13th Ave. Avalon Apartments. That'll be $21.50." Cooper McAllister dug into his wallet and handed over a bright Canadian twenty and a five. "I'm embarrassed to say that one winter in the USA has made our money look odd. Anyway, keep the change." 
"Thanks." The cab driver tucked away the money. "Watch your step there, ma'am." Lora McAllister gave herself a gold star for remembering to wear proper boots for the trip north. She stepped into the slop of ice and snow as carefully as the driver suggested. Cooper did a sliding step around the back of the car to offer his hand. Her big bear of a husband made a welcome anchor post, assuming he didn't do a flying splat on to the pavement himself. Reaching the freshly scraped concrete of the sidewalk felt like a successful mountain ascent. Having passed some magical boundary of responsibility, the cab tooted his horn and pulled away. A cheery shout came back to them, "You folks enjoy the great weather!" "My god, he's serious." Lora pursed a smile and shook her head. She hiked the collar of her green cloth coat around her neck. "Well, the snow is melting, the sky is blue and the sun is shining." Cooper looked up. "Though the Avalon is blocking it right now." Lora snorted, clutching her coat around her. "It's barely above freezing. Yesterday we were getting a last all-over tan session by the pool. I refuse to say this is 'great weather'." Shoving his hands deep in his jacket pockets and hunching up his shoulders, Cooper sighed and nodded. "I didn't want to admit we'd become a pair of namby-pamby snowbirds." "Well, we have. So deal with it." Lora huddled under her husband's arm, letting him be the wind break. Or, to be honest, the small breeze break. It still freshened the cold more than she liked. "Is there any chance we could stop enjoying the great weather and go inside?" She felt her husband's solid chest move against her face with a great intake of air. "Sorry, my queen. Just savouring the return of the old Canuck instincts. There's spring time in that air." "Hurry up, Cindy! I'm late for my own bachelorette party!" "Then they can't start without you. Get a grip, Akiko." Cooper and Lora turned as a pair of young women scampered in a clatter of boot heels up to the door of the apartment building. The length of leg exposed by their dresses made Lora feel more namby and even pamby about feeling the cold. She gave another shiver as she held Cooper's arm to the door, following the ladies. The foyer didn't really have the room to host four people. Personal spaces had to be temporarily adjusted, but being out of the fresh, fresh air made that a fair transaction for Lora. And there was no hardship being in tight spaces with these women. Laughing and rosy-cheeked, they had a hot kilowatt of charisma each. Lora felt Cooper shift slightly, stand a bit straighter, suck in a gut that really didn't exist and bringing a casual hand up to smooth his pepper & salt hair. She couldn't fault him in the least. She felt some interesting tingles going up and down her own body. "That's a lovely scent you're wearing. Or you're wearing. I'm not sure who, but it works very well scooched close up like this." 
Lora smirked to herself as Cooper let loose his charm. Totally uncontrived and natural as breathing for the big stud. Both young women laughed, but the bachelorette didn't turn from her examination of the building directory and intercom system. The tall woman with the full mane of walnut brown hair gave Cooper and Lora a winning smile with deep, twinkling eyes. Then she did a tiny double take. She frowned slightly with a cock of her head. "This sounds plain goofy, but do I know you?" He wishes, Lora thought to herself. And, with some pride at the sight of her distinguished man and his full head of thick hair, this chick should be so lucky. Cooper made a show of studying the radiant face before he smiled back. "I'm sure I'd remember. I don't believe I've had the pleasure." "Sorry." She looked back and forth between Cooper and Lora. "This is gonna bug me all day. I know there's a connection somewhere. I'm Cindy..." The intercom speaker blasted through the introduction in an explosion of static, music and voices. A voice shouted out of the tinny soundbox. "Who is it?" "It's Akiko and Cindy!" "What? Be quiet everyone! Who?" "It's the fucking guest of honour! Let us in!" The small woman bellowed. The door buzzed and unlocked. Akiko skipped through, Cindy right behind. The willowy woman paused, holding the door open for them to follow. Lora waved a thank you. "We'd better go through the formalities. Make sure he's even home." Cindy smiled and let the door close. Cooper took his turn at the button display, reading the list of names to find the correct code to punch, a finger going line by line. Lora watched through the glass as the dazzling Cindy and sinfully cute Akiko were met by a gaggle of women bursting from a door marked "Community Room". A toffee-skinned goddess with a blue and white paper party hat on top of her copper cascade of hair led the way with hugs and squeals. Lora gaped, feeling a rare pang of insecurity and age in the face of all that young beauty. The svelte young women jiggling about in chic sausage casings sent other potent surges and urges to wash away the insecurity. A humming purr of pleasure leaked out of Lora's throat. "What was that, dear?" Cooper turned from punching the code. "Holy jumpin' jeezus on a pogo stick. They're all gawdamn gorgeous!" He took an involuntary step forward to watch the flock of lovelies disappear into the Community Room. Lora admired that neither her husband or herself actually pressed their faces against the glass. "Roll your tongue back in your mouth, dear." Lora shakily smiled, giving her husband a prod in the arm. "They're young enough to be our daughter..." She stopped in mid-sentence. The cliche expression brought a blushing deep heat up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes darted between the floor and Cooper. For his part, her words caused Cooper to swallow and his left eye twitched. The intercom squawked with their son's voice. "Hello? Who is it?" Lora gave herself a little shake, took a breath, and forced a steady tone to her voice. "It's Mom and Dad, dear." "Great! C'mon up!" The door buzzed like a saw again. Cooper opened the door and held it for Lora. The muffled roar of the bachelorette party filled the small lobby area. It held their attention for the few steps it took to reach the elevator, wondering what might be going on inside. "Afternoon." A smooth feminine voice snapped Cooper and Lora to reality better than a gunshot. A woman wearing a sweeping kaftan of black and deep burgundy joined them at the elevator, sorting through envelopes and a magazine. "A nice haul of actual mail today. Unusual in this day and age." This building wouldn't give them a chance to regain their composure. Nature, gravity and life caused the majority of women and men to sag and bag as 50 years rolled over them. Cooper and Lora had enough good sense to understand that nobody won a fight with Time. Every day a person got older, and that was the law. However, they decided they would at least go out with style and grace. Diet and exercise and the tiniest bit of discreet surgery kept them both, in all immodesty, looking damn good. And here, apparently, stood a woman with an identical philosophy. Lora took off her coat. She felt more than warm enough now. Cooper did the opposite, actually closing the bottom button. Ah. She sussed it out. The front of her hubby's pants had become a little tight and unseemly to public viewing. The dark kaftan pattern set off the cascade of blonde hair to perfection. Lora patted her own loose bob of black curls. The curl was natural, but the black came from a bottle, as would the blonde hair in front of her. Cooper told her regularly that her trim, vital body and energy meshed perfectly with the black of her youth. She did not intend to give up the dye until the first grandkid was born. "It's a very slow elevator." The woman smiled apologetically. She slowly looked the visitors up and down. The fires behind the blue eyes made Lora feel both naked and nude simultaneously. The first flushed her face with embarrassed heat. The second made Lora want to whip that kaftan up and over her head. Something in the way the lush curves moved under the silk suggested a complete lack of undergarments. "Let me guess...you're Zachary's parents?" Cooper grunted a half laugh. "How did you know that?" The blonde woman chuckled. "No witchery involved at all. He mentioned earlier this week he expected a visit. Quite excited about it, really." Once again the smouldering eyes appraised both the McAllisters. "And there is certainly a family resemblance." The elevator dinged and the doors slid aside. The three stepped aboard. Like the tiny foyer, the small elevator required a forced intimacy that no one seemed to mind too much. 
"Well, you've guessed it correctly." Lora stuck a hand out. "This is Cooper and I'm Lora. It's nice to know Zach has met people since moving here." "Oh, I'm being rude." The blonde shook hands, her nails elegantly manicured. Lora felt glad she had had a chance to touch up the swimming and sun damage on her own hand. "I'm Morgan. Zach and I met before he had actually moved in. When he was still apartment hunting. He's been a great neighbour ever since. Taking time to make a single, older woman feel wonderful. He has so many talents. You two did a marvelous job." "Umm, thanks." Cooper's rugged face had a sheen of sweat. "We did our best." The elevator dinged again. The McAllisters stepped out. Morgan gave a small wave with her magazine. "Delightful to meet you. Have a good visit." Cooper took a moment to whip off his coat. The material in the front of his trousers strained to keep the bulge contained. He looked down and shrugged helplessly. Lora snickered and gave the bulge a quick palm grope and squeeze. Nice and hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and glared at her. She affected an innocent expression and turned as an apartment door opened. "Mom!" Zach stepped forward and swept Lora up in a big bear hug. As big as his dad, he carried her into the entrance way of his home. "Put me down!" Lora laughed. "Have some respect for short people and old mothers." In her protests, she did notice that Zach had kept up his physical fitness routine. His chest had the same firmness as Cooper's and squashed her breasts in the way that made her wish for an all day hug. Her son set her back down on her feet, grinning. He turned to Cooper, closing the door to the hallway. "Dad!" Son and father enjoyed an awkward manly embrace as Cooper tried to keep his coat in front of his pants. Zach stepped back, chuckling and confused. "Here, I'll take that." 
Before Cooper could protest, Zach had his coat in hand and reached for a hanger. He stopped at the sight of the circus tent in his father's pants. Cooper spread his hands in helpless motions. His mouth worked and then he smiled a crooked smile. "You'll have to excuse the old man, son. Do you have any idea of the number of red hot sex bombs partying on the ground floor right now? Lora pursed a smile as Zach turned a bit red, busying himself with hanging their coats. He was always the shyest of her brood. "That'd be the bachelorette party. I forgot about that. Girls only, Dad, so whatever you saw is all you're going to get, I'm afraid." Cooper laughed. "A damned shame. I was hoping you could hook your Dad up with one or three of them." Zach blushed a little, again. Lora shot Cooper a reproving stare. "Well, yes I guess, but not, that is...it was posted on the Community Room calendar. I don't know if I..." 
Lora stepped out of her boots and took Zach's arm. "Never mind, dear. We've got days to hear all about your winter in a new city and a new life." She gave his muscular arm a squeeze. "I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you're blossoming so well with new friends and activities. When you left the old home town to move here, I was worried. Even with Harry living here, cross-country moves like that can either liberate or crush a person's spirit." 
"New friends? Who do you mean?" Zach seemed a bit nervous yet. "We met a charming woman named Morgan in the elevator." "Oh. Good." Zach swallowed and his left eye gave a little twitch. After these months apart, Lora had a new moment to marvel how much Cooper and his son looked alike, with a healthy dose of his mother's curly hair, if nothing else. No wonder Morgan spotted them right away. Lora's mind idly skipped to Cindy... "This is quite the set-up you have." Cooper walked into the immediate space from the door. Lora shook her head and paid attention as Zach perked up with pride. "This is my office-studio. 99% of the world would have this down as the 'living room'. Being self-employed is a solitary business. This way I can enjoy the big balcony windows while I work and see the world go by. Also, if a client actually comes by, I don't have to take them all through the apartment." Taking in the huge drafting table and computer desk combination across from the comfortable chairs, Lora smiled. "So you explained in your emails. It's a lovely arrangement." "Right. I keep forgetting what I've sent you. Or what Val or Harry might have passed on." "Just give us the tour as if we're newbies, son. We won't yawn at any repetition." 
Most of the remaining apartment had a typical layout. Lora felt pride in the male, but tasteful, decorating scheme. Her first born shared her artistic and creative aptitudes. Not that Val or Harry were dull. They and their father had lively imaginations that had other outlets. "That is an exceptional bed, Zach!" Cooper stepped into the room and gave a big, two palm push-bounce to test the mattress and the frame. "Solid as a rock. Big as a hockey rink." "You must get lost in all that space, dear." Lora ran a finger over the smooth red satin sheet and raised an eyebrow. She let her fantasies out for a romp across the king size spread. The fun that could be had on a bed like this. Lora made a note to replace the one at home as soon as they got back. "I take up a little more room than you, Mom." "But what about guests?" "Huh? What...?" "You're a fully grown man, Zach. I have no illusions or delusions that something other than sleeping goes on here." 
"Mom!" "Don't backsass your mother, boy." Cooper smirked as he plucked a photo off the wall. A black and white portrait captured a merry moment in the life of a bewitching Japanese woman. Her black hair swirled as she looked back over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled. "Would this be the delightful Linda, maybe, perhaps?" He waggled his eyebrows. 
Zach snorted at the teasing and half-smiled. "Yes, that's Linda. Though I think I might cancel tomorrow's supper rather than expose her to you two. I think all that southern sun is melting all your inhibitions!" Lora's stomach did a little flip at the comment, but she kept her smile from betraying the fact. Cooper hastily replaced the photo. "Uhmm...don't you dare. And I'm paying for that supper, for your information." Cooper followed his son into the kitchen, where good-natured arguing commenced on who picked up what cheque. Lora ran her tongue tip over her lips and stepped lightly back into the bedroom. It's definitely a law that mothers are allowed a little snooping. Her ear quivering to keep track of the men, Lora carefully slid the drawer of the night stand open. She expected only some cheeky evidence to prove her teasing correct. In point of fact, the drawer fairly bulged with packages of condoms in a selection of styles, two bottles of assorted top grade lubrication, a large bottle of massage oil and a several bright blue silk scarves. "Fuck me!" Lora couldn't stop the stunned exclamation from popping out, but she managed to throttle it to a whisper. The sheer quantity of sexual support gear demanded a repeat gasp. "Fuck me!" Then Lora realized her choice of words. Discovering her son to be a gawdamned sexual dynamo and responding with the bleat that someone fuck her. The lightning skipping through her veins now would not happen inside a conventional mother. Her nipples began to rise, and they were as hard to hide as Cooper's erection when fully aroused. A suggestion of moisture developed between her legs. Lora slid the drawer closed with a trembling hand. No, she could no longer make any claim to being a conventional mother. She tried to catch her breath as she stepped out into the hallway. Zach led the way with coffee mugs in each hand. The building's blueprints had this labeled as the 'master bedroom', but Zach had claimed it as his "social room". He settled his parents down on to the sofa before making the second trip of cookies and snacks. Lora felt she would burst from not being able to tell Cooper what she had discovered, but their son was too quick. "You have a good eye for furniture." Cooper ran his hand over the pseudo suede green fabric. "Not too many couches in this world that let us stretch right out." "What's the use of a couch that you can't sleep on? It was Val's bed when she visited." "What, you didn't share that colossal bed with your sister? She wouldn't take up much..." 
Cooper trailed off, his left eye twitching ever so slightly. Lora gnawed her lip and her darting, nervous eyes saw Zach's eye twitching in perfect synchronization with his father. Her mind began to speculate... Zach broke the stumbling silence. "Did Val's visit to you guys go well? Did she spill her big crazy plan?" "Yes." Cooper's big hands flexed as if gripping his nerves with brute strength. He spoke carefully and deliberately. "Yes, it was a very interesting visit. It really caught us by surprise. Her plan to move here, that is. That's what surprised us." Lora joined in. "We can't quite see the fascination of this town. I believe I'd been here once in my life before Harry made the move and now all three of my children will be living here. Harry had a great job opportunity at the time, so he makes sense. Your transplanting I sort of understand. I haven't seen Val so fired up about an idea since Kelvin proposed to her. What the heck did you do to your sister? " Zach's mug sloshed a tiny drop, which he caught with a napkin. He leaned out and took a cookie. "I guess she had a nice visit here. The way she told me, she wouldn't be so alone when Kelvin went on his business expeditions." He ate his cookie in one bite and pasted a smile on his face. Cooper readjusted his seat and recrossed his legs. He smiled softly. "I know you kids get along, but such an upsurge of brotherly-sisterly love is really something." Zach began to cough and choke. He waved his hand to stop his parents from leaping to their feet and stepped out to the bathroom. Keeping an ear out for her baby's condition, Lora turned to her smirking husband. She gave a half-smile and narrowed her eyes. "I think we're sharing a similar notion about our son. And our daughter." "I think we are." "You should see his bedside drawer. We need to buy some stock in safe sex businesses. Every pharmacy for blocks must be sold out of condoms." 
Cooper's thick eyebrows went up his forehead as his eyes widened. Then his smirk grew to a grin. "I've heard of late bloomers, but this is incredible. I guess a proper parent should be shocked or something. I'm feeling...jazzed." Lora cast a quick glance to the bathroom. The sound of water running came through the open door. She nibbled her lip. "Should we share our lifestyle secrets? About Val?" Wiping his big hand over his chin, Cooper hissed between his teeth. "Well, I..." Zach returned, smiling and a little red-faced. "Sorry about that. I guess those cookies are a bit dry." A sharp knock beat out the tune of "shave and a haircut..." throughout the apartment. Zach turned, quirking his lips. "I wonder who that could be. No intercom buzzer, so must be a neighbour. Excuse me folks. Sorry." The musical babble of excited female voices distracted both McAllisters before they could resume their discussion. Both their mouths opened in half-smiles of wonder and they cocked their heads to better listen. "Sounds like the bachelorette party is moving up here." They could pick out "scavenger hunt" and "tattoo" from the chatter, with Zach's deeper voice trying to explain he had company in the next room. Then the female voices made a clear chorus of "Please, please, please." and one distinct "we'll make it up to you". Zach appeared at the door. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mom. Dad. You can probably tell it's a gaggle of girls from the party. They need my help for some sort of scavenger hunt. They're about three jello shots past their best company manners or logical discussion. Do you mind if I left you for a bit?" Cooper gave a short guffaw. "Son, jello shots are beside the point. You don't tell ladies that look that good 'no'. It's an investment in your future." Lora only nodded and made shooing motions with her hand. When Zach hesitated, she looked around and picked up the remote for the TV and waggled it. Zach grinned and disappeared, closing the door. The chatter muffled to near silence. She turned on Cooper. "Investments in YOUR future, you're hoping. I know you, my stud. Now that we're getting a sense of things around here, you're hoping your son can hook you up." "Idle dreams, my dear, only idle dreams." 
The closed door allowed one shriek of feminine laughter to slip through. Lora jumped to her feet. "If I can't see what's going on, I'm at least going to eavesdrop." Cooper clambered up and followed close behind. They opened the door a head's span and peeked down the short hallway, Cooper above and Lora below, like some zany sitcom. No people could be seen, but voices came clearly. "Okay, you want me to draw temporary tattoos? With indelible ink?" "Um...it does wash off eventually, doesn't it?" "Eventually. But they'll stay on through sweat and spilled drinks and other fluids that may splash today." A few giggles came of this. A throaty female voice spoke up. "Perfect. I'm going straight to a 19 point job." 
Another woman chuckled. The third (there seemed to be only three) gasped in a posh British accent. "Cindy, really?" "Listen, we want to win this thing, don't we? 2 points for a polite, public tattoo. Forget it. 9 points for a tattoo that would only be seen at the beach. Not bad. 19 points on skin only seen during sex." The sound of a long zipper running its course brought some appreciative murmurs and new giggling gasps. "Besides, it's not like Zach here hasn't seen the goods already." "For which I drop to my knees and thank my lucky stars every day." A husky pleasure resonated in Zach's voice. "That's my boy!" Cooper breathed a hot whisper in Lora's ear. His hand stroked up and down her side, from hip to the side of her breast. "Lucky sumbitch." "That's OUR boy." Lora whispered back, shifting back and bending enough to rub her butt into Cooper's resurging bulge. "Quite strutting your fine body around the room, girl. If you don't give Zach something to draw, all we'll get out of him is a hard fuck." "Ahem. I'll have you know that I am a professional. Artists see more nude women than doctors." 
The women laughed. Cindy broke in. "Okay, okay. I want a saucy monkey that looks like he's riding a unicycle, only it's my nipple where the unicycle is." "Ooh, good one. Let's give it a try. Sit in my chair here so I don't have to kneel. All right..." Cooper's palm ran over Lora's back in massaging motions, then dipped under and began to squeeze her hanging breast. Her nipple grew and rubbed against the soft material of her bra cup. She flexed her tight butt cheek to prod and mush against Cooper's trapped penis. Giggles and gasps popped down from the studio. "You have to sit still." "It tickles." "Some girl is having too much fun. That unicycle wheel is looking more like a barrel by the second." "I can't help it. They're sensitive." "I remember all too well." Cooper and Lora kept a relaxed motion of caresses, enjoying the "radio show". Cooper's hips softly pushed his groin rhythmically into Lora's wonderful cheeks. Meanwhile his fingers tickled and teased her skin through the material of her clothes. Every time he wandered back to her rock hard nipple, Lora gave a fresh whimper deep in her throat. Their physical moves might be slow and serene, but Lora's imagination crackled like a string of firecrackers. She created visuals of what she couldn't see in Zach's studio right now. Those images moved into the fascination of her bookish, quiet boy transformed into a sexual being. That bounced into the staggering evidence that Zach had left "normal" sex behind and soared into sex the majority of humans know only in fantasies and stories. If that was true, the sheer possibilities set her mind on fire. Then Cooper touched her nipple again and the whimper became a guttural moan. "How's that?" "Quite jiggling your tit. Oh, Zach, that's great! Go look at it in the mirror, Cindy." Blurry in brain and hot in body, the McAllisters managed to step away and back to carefully close the door. Not seeing a topless Cindy skip to the bathroom made Lora's teeth grind. Cooper muttered quietly into Lora's ear. "Is it totally out of the question to just go introduce ourselves? Please?" Lora took a deep breath and tried to be rational. "No. No. We can't. I want to, but we can't. This isn't some low budget porn flick. We can't assume Zach would be calm and cool with his parents barging out there. And the girls...if we're wrong at all, it'd be so messy." A couple of his own deep lungfuls of air and Cooper nodded. "When you're right, you're right." "I really, really hate being right." Cooper gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "I think it's safe to open the door." Carefully, she cracked, then opened the door. They resumed their positions. "...make up your mind, Marita. What sort of cat do you want? It's only a temporary tattoo." "Hush. My pussy needs respect. You pick, Zach. You're one of my hot little kitty's favourite visitors." 
"'Kitty'? Phooey. This pussy is a panther!" "Ooh, yes. Do that." A long pause. "Oh, my. Breath a little heavier while you're painting, baby. It's blowing smack on the right spot." Cooper leaned over and nuzzled through Lora's hair and on to the nape of her neck. She inhaled sharply and her eyes closed as the tongue tickled the tiny hairs. Her husband's hand went wide across her flat belly, massaging. "One panther, deluxe." "Oh, I can't see her over these stupid boobs. That bathroom mirror isn't low enough either. I know he's good, but how good?" "Honey, I think you need a few photos so you can that done as a real tattoo. Let me get my phone." "Good enough for me. Zach, sweetie, I can hardly wait until I have time to thank you properly for this." 
"Well...I'm giving you a group rate, so it seems only right that you pay as a group." "You are a naughty boy. Are all artists like you?" Zach's gasping moan travelled the length of the apartment. "Are all artists hung like you?" "I'd tell you two to 'get a room', but you'd just disappear down the hall at the speed of sound. We have to keep on the move here. What's it going to be, Astrid?" Lora felt sweat beginning to collect on her face and her breathing came deep and ragged. She dry humped harder back into Cooper's crotch as his hand pushed against her belly to bring her in. "You two nymphos are a very wicked influence on innocent girls like me. But, since Zach has his Artistic License and all, I guess it isn't truly stripping in front of a complete stranger, is it? Professional, as you said." "What's your tattoo choice, Astrid?" Zach's voice had a throaty quaver despite his claim to professionalism. Another long dress zipper sound underscored the chatter. "I've always fancied that man pushing a lawn mower across pubic hair as a laugh. But all I have to work with is this land strip. See?" "Umm...uh...how about we shorten it a bit with a razor, shaving at a sharp angle. Then a little man with a pair of hedge clippers." "Brilliant!" "I'll go get my razor." In a sexual daze, Lora and Cooper floundered back again to avoid being caught. They didn't move nearly as gracefully as the previous time and the door closed with a jerky click. Leaning against the wall, they waited with panting breath they couldn't quiet. They waited a long count of twenty. Zach didn't test the door. Once more Lora opened the doorway to voyeur...her overheated brain paused. "Voyeur" definitely meant to watch. With eyeballs. What was the listening version? "Auditeur"? "Marita, may I inquire why you're still prancing about in your nude glory?" "Only so poor Astrid doesn't feel self-conscious. And to make sure my tattoo dried completely." 
Cindy chuckled. "It's way too wet down there for five minutes in the open air to dry." "Oh, you are so right. I think I'll leave my panties here so both my kitties will have more than five minutes. That's all right, isn't it Zach? If I leave my panties here and come collect them later?" A zipper sound ascended the scale. Zach made some squeaky sound of agreement. Cooper growled in Lora's ear. Lora made much the same noise as Zach as her husband began to unbutton her blouse. He opened it enough to palm and caress her bare skin, slipping under the cups of her bra and tweaking her electric nipples. She pushed the door shut, uncaring if it latched quietly or not. 
Lora couldn't take her lips off Cooper as they fumbled back to the couch. She couldn't stop pawing at his arms, chest and anywhere she could reach. For all their experience, the mystery of buttons and zippers seemed beyond solving. He fell with a muffled thump on the couch and Lora swung a lithe leg to straddle his lap. She gripped his face in both hands and pressed her lips to hers, mouths opening wide, wet tongues dueling. Lifting the sofa, with Cooper on it, wouldn't match the effort Lora had in pulling back from her roaring passion. She kept her hands on Cooper's head, holding him from following with his sexy kisses. Her breath came in savage gulps. She locked eyes with him to make sure she had his attention. "Stop. We...we...can't. If there's any...chance Zach isn't...doesn't..." A slender conservative beige vein of Conventional Mother still ran through her body and soul. "...so humiliating...bad..." Cooper snorted a chuckle and shook his head. He brought his big hands up and cupped her head in return, the big palms warm on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping tears she hadn't noticed. "Woman...with all the little clues we've picked up on...with all that that mind-blowing, white hot tease talk we just overheard..." He brought her face down to his lips again and ravaged her mouth. He pulled back one second "...just shut up and fucking fuck me." Two buttons kept Lora's blouse in place. One she managed to undo and the other spun off to the other side of the room when she lost patience. The blouse sailed away after it. Cooper pulled her bra over her head. Her nipples sparked with the intensity of rubbing on his rough sweater. She writhed her torso against his chest, loving the pleasure-pain-pleasure, dropping her mouth to chew on her husband's neck. A quiet knock on the social room door nearly went unnoticed. Zach's voice came from the hallway, strained and forced. "Mom? Dad? I know you heard some, maybe all, certainly enough of the shenanigans in my studio. I'm going to have to come clean about my life since I moved here and hope you'll still talk to me after I'm done. Hello?" Some change in air pressure tickled Lora's naked, glowing wet back, telling her the door had been opened wide. Zach made a puppy-like squeak noise. Lora came over shy, the Conventional Mother burying her face into Cooper's shoulder. She whispered "I can't look at him. Explain it, please?" Cooper's deeper voice thrummed in his chest and vibrated her nipples. She scrunched her eyes shut and counted her thumping heartbeats. "Son, there seem to be a lot of secrets bouncing around this apartment. You have yours and we have ours. What is exciting and hilarious is that the secrets look to be damn near identical. Everyone in this room has a true gourmet hunger for sex." "Uhh...um...wow. What do we do..." Zach trailed off. Lora hissed between her teeth at the hesitation in his voice. Just nerves? Just confused? Or was it revulsion? Cooper jumped into Zach's uncertainty. "The biggest, guiltiest secret we carried until today was letting ourselves go and fucking our daughter three weeks ago. We now have a solid guess that you beat us to that sweet sex maniac by about a month. If we're wrong, I ask that you slip out, close the door and let me have a hot quickie with your mother. If we're right, gawdamn get your clothes off and get over here! Your mother needs you!" "Mother. Father." Iron certainty had returned to Zach's voice. "There is no way I am going to join in a threesome with my parents on that couch." 
Lora snapped her head up. She looked at Cooper's fearful expression and felt tears well up. "We're fucking on my bed. Why would we try to squeeze around on a couch? Jeez, parents are weird..." His voice trailed off as he walked away. Lora twisted around in Cooper's lap in time to see Zach's shirt sail back through the open doorway. "You little brat!" Lora sobbed and laughed as she leapt up and scampered after her son. "Teasing your mother like that! My heart can't take..." Zach stood ready for her charge. She leapt into his arms and he held her tight, bare chest to bare chest. One arm looped under her ass for support and one across her back to crush her close. Without hesitation, Lora erased any remaining trace of "conventional mother" away and mashed her lips to her son's, undulating her hot swollen tits against his firm young pecs. The kiss went on and on and neither seemed ready to stop the soft and savage pressing of lips and thrashing tongues. Stumbling back, Zach sat on the bed. The jerk and bounce broke the passionate lip bruising. Panting for breath, Lora stared into Zach's hazel eyes, reading a volcanic lust as hot as her own. Zach fell back on the mattress, gripping her denim-covered ass with both hands. He pulled and she shifted up so he could latch on to her fat, excited nipples. 
"GAAHH!" Her excited nipples became so sensitive. For it to be her baby boy sucking on them like he did so long ago made her clutch her arms around his curl-covered head and keep him in place. Lora could feel her cunt flooding with steaming moisture. Through the fire of desire, Lora felt hands pulling and fussing with her legs. She roused enough to realize it had to be Cooper, tugging to remove her pants. Twisting and straightening her legs allowed him pull the tight jeans straight off. A much simpler yank had her panties whiffing off. Lora lay fully nude on her son's big body, his pants scratching her pubes and thighs. She rolled off to the left to hit the cool satin sheet. Cooper stood there, naked, trim and lightly hairy, cock horn hard, sniffing her panties. He tossed them aside and leaned forward to work the fasteners on Zach's pants. That done, Coooper grasped the cuffs. Their son humped his hips up and bumped his legs and the pants were gone. "No underwear? Didn't I ever teach you anything? What if you were in an accident? Nobody would know to return this fat, lovely penis to me." Lora reached and wrapped her slender fingers with the newly done nails around her own son's cock. It pulsed in her hand, hard and ready. She stroked it slightly and lightly. Zach's head fell back and his moan made her shiver with pride and her cunt flow a little more. Cooper stretched out behind Lora, snaking his sausage between her thighs so it sawed across her taint, big plum head dipping in that hot vaginal sauce. He reached easily over her petite, slim body, caressing and pressing. Lora tightened her grip on Zach's cock and tugged with a bit more authority. Her boy's moan stuttered and he gasped. He rolled his head to smile. "That feels great." "Even if it is your mommy giving the handjob?" 
"Especially since it's my mommy giving the handjob!" Lora eased back again. "Tell us how you became a raging stud slut, son?" "It's...kinda hard to concentrate on story telling..." 
"Well, perhaps I'll stop so you can think clearly..." "NO! No. I'll manage." Zach's hips gyrated and lifted slightly in reflex to the pumping action. "I had had only enough sex to have actual practical experience on my resume. Jacking off and porn and a hot imagination had to be enough until I came to this building in my hunt for an apartment. I was full of new confidence with my physical shape-up, full of juice starting a new chapter in my life and this nice little apartment building is full of gawdamn nymphos and satyrs. Saying I came three times that afternoon doesn't even cover the sexual thrills that hit me." "Was that lovely Ms. Morgan part of those thrills? Anyone that hot has to be a mature slut." "I really shouldn't name names. It's..." 
Lora slid down to replace her fingers with her mouth. She whipped her tongue tip around the plum helmet, dipping under the foreskin, loving that musky male taste. "OH, fuck yes!! Yes, Morgan was one of them." Lora clamped her lips around the thick rigid shaft and slid down on a tight piston of saliva until her nose bumped into her son's balls. She had perfected deep throating years ago. Cooper's hand wandered her flesh at will, tweaking stiff nipples, massaging her hot little boobs and sliding down tickle the outer lips of her pussy. All the while keeping a steady sawing motion with his cock. "So, son, you like a mature woman. Good, good. Oh, the images I'm having of Morgan and your mother in this bed together. Fuck..." Zach's throat sounded tight and his breath came quickly. "That's...the start of my introduction into this fun. What....oh gawd...what about you guys?" His father's voice didn't sound too even either, but then, Lora's blood roared in her ears as she devoured the young cock. "Well, you know we were barely more than kids ourselves when you came into the world. We loved each other and we loved you from day one, but you were an unplanned little miracle. When you consider the fact we fucked any time and any where we could manage, it's amazing the odds didn't catch up with us sooner." Lora felt Cooper move and the mattress bounce and suddenly that cock she'd known since high school slid its magic way straight up her cunt. Lora hummed at the intense reaction rocketing up from her groin. He still did it to her after all this time. "So, as teen newlyweds, money was tight. Your young mother wasn't the artist she is today, but she ran with that crowd. Someone offered her money to be a nude life model. When they got an eyeful of her jaw-dropping naked beauty, the offers kept coming from all over the college and with private studios. Artists may state out loud that they want to paint every type of human shape, but smoking hot babes will never lack for modeling work." Zach's hips had begun to jerk a bit faster and the muscles in his stomach vibrated under Lora's palm. She slid up slowly and so his angry red cock fall from her mouth, letting the rocket's fuse slow down and cool off. She turned her head to give a sloppy side kiss to Cooper, and reached to push at his hip. She rose carefully to keep her husband's cock in her juicy cunt, up on to her hands and knees , her belly above Zach's face. Cooper followed with a bit of floundering, but achieved that one knee stance behind his bitch. His big hands gripped her slim hips and he began to doggy fuck her slow and deep. Her pussy made lewd squelching noises and the dark perfume of her juices filled the air. Zach came up on his elbows. He extended his tongue and flicked at her tits. "That sounds pretty tame to me. Nude modeling." Lora had a turn trying to speak while being expertly plowed from the rear while her nipples were teased and flicked. "As...you told those young ladies...most artists, most of the time, treat the nude models...with total professionalism. Well, your dad was often exhausted after working construction all day, so we weren't getting as much fucking in as I wanted. Then, posing nude in front of strangers...OH...really fired me up. So, one horny artist got lucky. Then another. Then a small class of four. A quiet word went around that a particular model went beyond posing. I never actually asked for more money, but I almost always got a little something...ooh..EXTRA. Oh babe, you fuck so good." Lora savoured the feelings a moment. "I felt horribly guilty cheating on my new husband. Then I had an idea. I convinced my slab of beefcake to come modeling with me. Male models are always in demand. He was more of an exhibitionist than he was shy and he agreed. And then we became the couple who went beyond simple posing." Zach slithered around until his body lined up with his mother's. She looked down at his waving baton of meat. Then she felt his tongue lapping at her cunt while Cooper fucked her. "Oh, yes, son! Oh, you know how to use that thing. Yes, yes, yes." It only took seconds of Zach's dextrous tongue licking her in all the right places to trigger an explosion. Lora's hands clawed at the sheets. Her back muscles went rigid and her eyes went wide, staring at her son's cock without really seeing it. Her cunt clenched and held Cooper's penis as her orgasm crashed through her. Then she went as limp as overcooked spaghetti and fell forward to flop on the bed. She closed her eyes for a blissful moment. Lora came back into focus to the sounds of happy mumblings and groans behind her. She rolled over and around and sat up. "Oh, my." Lora leered in happy surprise to see Zach and Cooper wrapped in an energetic 69. Father sucked his son's hard rod with wet slurps and smacks. Son tongued and sucked his father's hard cock with an intensity that hollowed his cheeks. Even with such a recent orgasm, this bisexual enthusiasm between her two big men sent firecrackers popping in her cunt. She reached down and palmed her pussy, never blinking, watching every lick, listening to every groan. "Oh, I know I'm being greedy, but I need to fuck Zach. Please?" Cooper came off his son's penis with a loud pop of suction and grinned at his wife. He managed to keep his cock in Zach's mouth, though the angle wasn't perfect. "Do it baby, do it. Make him a mother fucker." The perverse lust of it made Lora's voice husky wild. She bounced to straddle Zach, his cock flailing just below the dripping lips of her pussy. "Do you want that, baby? Do you want to be a true mother fucker? Do you want to fuck mommy?" Zach didn't release Cooper's cock, but made a happy hum of urgent assent. 
Lora grabbed the cock of her first born in one hand, and by more luck than good aim, dropped perfectly on to the thick shaft, grounding down to the base in one stroke. Zach and Lora both sang out together in tuneless passion. Zach's cock felt so much like his father's, but subtly different. Wonderfully familiar, but new. Lora swivelled her hips and ground her loins to his, soaking his wiry hair, hissing as the thick slab touched every nerve inside her molten vagina. "Watch it babe. Your son nearly bit my dick off because of your moves." Lora began to fuck her son. She lifted up and down, her legs taut and flexing. Her knees couldn't do this like they once could, but the depraved power filling her would give her orgasm before her legs would begin to fail her. She thought sex with her daughter had been white hot perversion, but this went to a new lecherous place deep inside. She jackhammered on Zach's cock, clawing after the atomic orgasm waiting for her. Long moans and savage grunts and keen whimpers filled the bedroom. Sweat droplets flew. Lora's nostrils went wide and inhaled the animal reek of sex. 
Then Cooper bellowed, his big leg muscles clenching and jerking as he came. He slipped from the awkward pose he had held. His big dick popped free, whipping white strings of cum over his son's face, neck and mouth. The hot cum splashing his skin seemed to trigger Zach and his hips bucked up hard into Lora, filling his mother's cunt with spurting fluid. "OH, fuck me, mom, fuck!" 
Seeing her men reach heaven did the trick for Lora, she dropped down on her son's cock like a bomb convulsed through an orgasm that shook her entire body, curling her toes and gritting her teeth. And then she slipped into darkness. \-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sitting around the kitchen table in borrowed sweat pants and t-shirts, the McAllister family laughed and ate pizza and washed it down with cold beer. "Remember when you were about ten? Once a month, we'd send you and Harry and Val over to the Palliser house so their teenagers would babysit you. And the Pallisers would come over to play Bridge? Well, we never once cracked open a deck of cards. That's when your father learned to enjoy cock." "My official housewarming party was an orgy with ten invited guests. It went to twelve with a pair of party crashers...two cops responding to a noise and lewdness complaint. I only managed to have sex with the female officer." "It's been slow for some years. We went purposefully looking for a swinging snowbird condo community and boy-howdy, did we find one. It's such a first class operation, even without the sex lifestyle. The people are all great. We played it cool and proper when Val visited. We waved goodbye and then invited some folks over to make up for the lost week. Val had forgotten her wallet, used the gate code and walked in on a mini-orgy. Our neighbours made themselves scarce so we could talk things out. We didn't end up talking much. Now I know why the little scritch kept smirking and giggling at our guilt. She was way ahead of us." "I can't really explain the chain of events now. You'll have to trust me that it all made sense at the time for Val and me to be standing naked in my studio, drooling at each other's body. I swear it was not planned. Then Harry opened the door with the key I had lent him and walked in on us. The bubble popped and we fucked the day, and the rest of the visit, away." 
"Harry?! All my children are incestuous perverts? We're the late bloomers??" "Let's call Harry and get him over here!" "Y'know, Dad, I think my brother deserves the sweet spotlight attention I enjoyed. And, don't forget that Val will kill us if she misses the first family orgy." Lora smiled. "Then expect us to be here for a visit, oh, about two and half hours after she finishes her move."

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Title: Best Friend Brain Ch. 04 Tags: fingering, girlfriend, izombie, liv moore, love, oral, peyton charles, zombie Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. \*\*\*\*\* Peyton Charles had spent years pining over her best friend Liv Moore, but never made a move because she was scared of rejection, and more importantly of losing her. Mostly thanks to her friend becoming a zombie and eating pining best friend brain that wasn't the case, and they had now been together for two blissful years. Life wasn't perfect, as they were limited in what they could do with each other because of Liv's condition and her girlfriend had to wear gloves to bed as to not have an accident during the night. But those little sacrifices were worth it for the joy of waking up in Liv's arms, where she belonged, Peyton smiling blissfully as she woke to find herself in her proper place, and then she settled deeper into that embrace and just enjoyed a moment of perfect happiness. Then Liv awoke and screamed, causing Peyton to jump up and exclaim, "What?" "Your hair..." Liv murmured in disbelief, and maybe a little sorrow. There was a brief pause as Peyton analysed those words, then a smile crossed her face as she slowly and cautiously headed in the direction of a mirror. Just before she got there she took a deep, calming breath, and then look to find that sure enough, her hair was white and her skin was just as deathly pale as Liv's was. Peyton stared herself a disbelief, wondering how this had happened. After all, they had been so careful, and avoiding this for two years, so what happened? She couldn't think of anything, and that was worrying. She also wasn't sure the look suited her as well as it did Liv. But this was what she had wanted, right? What she had been begging for so she and Liv could truly be together? So why was she suddenly so sad? "Oh my God Peyton, I'm so sorry." Liv whimpered, finally finding her voice. "Don't be. This is what I wanted, right?" Peyton pointed out, admittedly not sounding very convincing, so she quickly added, "But I'm definitely going to tan and dye. Not all of us can be a sexy zombie." "Oh God!" Liv literally began to cry as she dropped her head into her hands, "I knew this was going to happen. I knew it! Damn it, why am I so selfish?" "Hey, hey, hey!" Peyton protested, quickly jumping back into bed and hugging her tightly to her, before pulling back and firmly telling her, "You didn't do this to me, okay? Just look at your gloves, still in tact, still where they're supposed to be. And look at my body, no scratches, no bites, no nothing. Which means something else did this, and we'll figure it out together, okay?" As she mentioned her body Peyton pulled back and did her best to show it off without moving much, which even in this very serious state caused Liv's eyes to linger on certain areas, because a naked Peyton was still, well, a naked Peyton, which made Liv feel incredibly guilty, but she tried to hide it by simply nodding and replying unconvincingly, "Okay." "Liv! Look at me!" Peyton said firmly, grabbing Liv's face and pulling it up so they were looking at each other eye to eye, "Read my lips... You. Didn't. Do. This. But even if you did, I wouldn't love you any less. I admit, the look is a bit jarring, and I don't love this sudden hunger for brains I have, but I've wanted this for the past two years so we could truly be together, and now it's finally happened, do you want to wallow in what you may or may not have done? Or do you want to finally do all those things we couldn't do together?" Unsurprisingly that got Liv's attention, and even more unsurprisingly she quickly replied, "The second one." "Good, it's agreed." Peyton beamed, "Detective work and answers later, sex now." After Liv smiled and nodded her agreement Peyton gently pulled her face forward to meet her own advancing and tilting head so their lips could meet in a soft, gentle and loving kiss. It was followed by half a dozen more, before becoming lost in one long kiss as they press their already naked bodies tightly together, Peyton overwhelmed by these feelings, and the fact that it was a Saturday meaning they could stay all day in bed. She just needed to talk Liv into it, and because she was a lawyer who argued for a living her best friend turned girlfriend didn't stand a chance. Not that it seemed she would need much convincing, given just how eagerly Liv kissed her back. Honestly Peyton was so lost in that kiss she didn't even notice Liv gently lowering her down onto her back and getting on top of her until the kiss was broken and her girlfriend started to gently move on to her neck. Which was a pretty normal occurrence, Peyton being so distracted by the kiss she didn't initially notice the stronger girl pinning her down so she could play with her big tits before grabbing a toy. Only, little Liv Moore wasn't stronger than her any more. No, now they were both zombies, and Peyton felt compelled to remind Liv of that. And she would. After allowing Liv some time with her boobs, which would make the other girl feel better, and would be admittedly good for Peyton too. Liv was still reeling from waking up to find her biggest nightmare come true. Well, one of them. Like most people in a relationship Liv was scared that something would happen to her lover, but what was worse was that she would hurt Peyton in some way. This wasn't the worst thing, which would have been waking to find herself munching on her best friend's brain, but it was still pretty bad, as Peyton was now cursed with the same disease she had, and Liv wasn't convinced this wasn't her fault somehow, even if she hadn't been the one to physically do it. And it was hard to forget about that considering how pale Peyton's previously tanned flesh was, but Liv did her best in the name of calming her nerves, and simply giving them both a distraction. Also, she couldn't imagine ever not wanting to make love to Peyton Charles. Wanting more than ever to show her love physically, especially as Peyton had rightfully pointed out there was so many other things she could do now, Liv was eager to tear off her gloves and slide her hands all over her girlfriend's body. Hell, she wanted to bury her fingers, or maybe even her face, directly into Peyton's cunt and fuck her into unconsciousness. But no, after this shocking turn of events Liv needed to go slowly and gently for the sake of her sanity. Besides, she had been waiting all this time, what was waiting a little longer in the name of giving this goddess of a woman the attention she deserved? Oh yes, Peyton deserved to have her body worshipped, so that's exactly what Liv was going to do. That involved lingering on Peyton's neck for quite a while, covering it in kisses and bites free from the fear that this might make the other girl like her. She was then even more carefree with Peyton's tits, which she slowly made her way down to and then gave them the same treatment, except she spent even longer on them, going back and forth and kissing the soft flesh surrounding those nipples while of course concentrating on them. Then just as she was really increasing the force of the licking and sucking so as to really tease her girlfriend and make her want to beg for more, Peyton suddenly flipped their positions. Which totally took Liv off-guard, blinking a few times in surprise before sitting up and raising an eyebrow at her lover. Which in turn made Peyton smirk and explain, "What? You think waiting to do this for a few years is bad? Try over a decade. That really sucks. So do you really think I'm going to let you go first?" "I thought I was the top around here." Liv quipped with a smirk of her own. "You are, but I'm a lawyer." Peyton shot back with another smirk, "You really want to argue with me about this? Think about it, do you?" There was a brief pause, and then Liv laid back down and said dismissively, "Fine, just don't push your luck." "Thank you Mistress." Peyton chuckled, only half joking. Thankfully after that little exchange Peyton went right for Liv's tits, wrapping her mouth tightly around a nipple and sucking on it gently, but firmly enough that it made Liv gasp and moan with joy. Then Peyton started going back and forth, returning the same treatment that Liv had just given her in a clear sign of revenge, and pushing her luck. But this was a rare treat for them both, so Liv decided to let it go for now, and just relax and enjoy the feeling of Peyton sucking on her tits for a change. And try not to think about how hers were at least a cup size smaller than Peyton's, not that her girlfriend seemed to care. No, Peyton seemed very content with what she was doing, which was quite the ego boost. Peyton often felt guilty that Liv's tits didn't get the attention they deserved, but then again so much of Liv's body was out of bounds to her that it just felt like another thing which sadly went untouched. More or less. There were a few times where Liv would tie her up and straddle her, 'force' feeding Peyton her boobs until she was begging for more. Although again in that position it was more likely for Liv to be playing with Peyton's tits. And this should be Peyton's opportunity to finally make up for that, but there was something else she wanted to do even more, something which would bring Liv even more pleasure, and something she just couldn't stop thinking about. Which of course, was finally being able to go down on her girlfriend. So while silently promising to make it up to Liv later Peyton started going lower, telling herself she was compromising by forcing herself to go nice and slow and kiss nearly every part of Liv's stomach. Peyton used to dream about this moment all the time, especially after they got together, ironically. She would take Liv out of the best restaurant in town, wear her most revealing dress, order the finest wine and then slowly worship every inch of Liv's body until she was literally begging Peyton to lick her pussy. At the very least Peyton could have lingered on her stomach a bit more, or made her way up and down her legs, or again, spent more time on her boobs. But once again she just couldn't wait any longer. Which was why as soon as Peyton reached her destination she stuck out her tongue and slowly slid it over Liv's pussy, starting at the bottom and sliding it all the way to the top. Peyton even lingered on the other girl's clit, which of course caused Liv's initial cries to become much louder and high-pitched. Liv then continued crying out, along with gasping, whimpering and moaning as Peyton settled into a steady rhythm, eagerly sliding her tongue up and down Liv's cunt like she had dreamed of doing pretty much since they first met, and more intensely with every passing day of their friendship. And now here she was, literally living her dream. Initially she was so lost in the moment, and the happiness she was feeling, Peyton barely even acknowledged how Liv tasted. She just took it for granted that it would be good, and didn't even think about it, and when the taste caught up with her brain she felt a smug smile crossing her face. She loved being right, and Peyton became even more validated as she continued licking pussy and she found she liked it even more with every lick. Oh God, she was now officially a pussy licker! Ironic considering that she had been in a lesbian relationship for two years now, but the realisation still took her back for a few minutes. Then Peyton redoubled her efforts to prove she was okay with that label, both to herself and Liv. And of course more importantly, just to please her precious girlfriend. Liv was very aware of what a huge milestone this was in their relationship, and while that pause was a little disconcerting she was mostly focused on the fact that one moment she was receiving pleasure and the next she wasn't. Thankfully before she could risk pushing Peyton in a vulnerable moment her girlfriend went right back to work licking her pussy, which was a great relief. But it was also cause for concern, because Peyton went back to licking the exact same way she had right from the start, quickly and eagerly, and hitting her clit each time. Which ended in a problem because it was maximising her pleasure, but the same time was. After all, after waiting for so long the last thing Liv wanted to do was rush it, and she didn't think that was what Peyton wanted either. So eventually Liv moaned, "Mmmmm, oh Peyton, that's so good, mmmmm, but it's too much. Slow down baby, tease me a little more. Ohhhhhh yesssssss, I wanna be teased. I want you to do this forever, mmmmm, but I'll settle on just not cumming too soon. Yessssss, that's it, just like that, ooooooh, less work on my clit, oh fuck, oooooohhhhhhh yeeeeeessssss!" Once again proving herself a little submissive bitch Peyton almost immediately obeyed, decreasing her speed and beginning to avoid Liv's clit altogether. Then when that was clearly not what Liv wanted Peyton slightly picked up the pace again, quickly settling into giving Liv just what she wanted. Which was pure paradise for a very long time, and then even when it wasn't and the urge for more was becoming overwhelming Liv did her best to ignore it so she could live in this perfect moment for a little bit longer. Because again, Peyton Charles in between her legs and eating her pussy had been what she wanted for so long, and she never wanted this to end. At first she got the full benefit of that, looking down between her legs to see that long brunette hair, and occasionally green eyes staring up lovingly at her which was so intimate and wonderful, but soon it just became too much for her to handle so Liv instinctively closed her eyes. Which of course was the wrong thing to do, because it made the feelings of a tongue lapping away at her pussy for the first time in years that much more intense. Especially as she couldn't forget that it was a girl doing this to her, or who this girl was. So for quite a while she just had to stare up at the ceiling and desperately try not to think about what was happening to her, although even then it didn't really work. Then suddenly Liv got an idea that she just couldn't shake, which would either extend this heaven, or bring it to an abrupt end. Either because Liv loved it so much she could no longer hold back, or because she just couldn't get into it. Liv feared the latter, even though the former was more likely given that she had fantasised about doing it for years, and was blissfully happy in her relationship with Peyton. Still, this would be the moment of truth for her, and she really, really didn't want to screw it up. But neither could she be so selfish when Peyton had been waiting even longer than Liv to feel the other girl's tongue on her cunt, and ideally inside it, an idea which truthfully Liv found very appealing. "Peyton..." Liv cried out, waiting until her girlfriend was looking up at her before continuing, "I wanna 69." Briefly stopping the pussy licking Peyton asked cautiously, "Are you sure?" "More than anything." Liv confessed, and then after a long moment of silence gently pushed the issue, "Please Peyton? We don't have too, if you really want to keep doing what you're doing, but... I don't know, wouldn't it be more intimate? And fair? Cause I feel I'm being selfish here, and I just... I really want to return the favour. Like, right now." Peyton really, really wanted to say no, and it would probably be better if she did. After all, there was no longer the tiniest doubt in her mind that she was completely and totally gay for Liv Moore. Maybe only Liv Moore, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was there was no more lesbian milestones which could freak her out, and this was the last thing that could freak Liv out, and she was less likely to do so if Peyton made her cum this way first. Maybe. Or maybe a 69 would be better. At least that way Peyton could distract Liv, and ease her into it. But then Peyton would be distracted to, and she really just wanted to concentrate on pleasuring the woman she loved. But now Liv had offered, Peyton's pussy was aching for attention. After going back and forth for quite a while Peyton cautiously began turning her body around on the bed, causing Liv to smile widely. Both that and the fact that Liv's smile never faltered or seemed remotely fake greatly relieved Peyton, as did the fact that as soon as her pussy was over her girlfriend's face Liv grabbed her butt and shoved it downwards while sticking her tongue out and sliding it over Peyton's cunt. This caused Peyton's eyes to go wide and she cried out loudly in pure pleasure, which she continued to do for a few blissful moments as Liv continued licking her. Then she remembered she had a job to do, and returned to licking Liv's pussy. She tried to settle into the slow and gentle rhythm that she'd been giving Liv before, and more importantly tried to convince her girlfriend to do the same, albeit silently, but Peyton just couldn't. She was too overwhelmed with happiness that Liv wasn't hesitating in tonguing her twat, and was even moaning into her pussy, the vibrations causing Peyton to moan into Liv's cunt and restart the cycle. Plus this was her pussy being licked for the first time in years, and for the very first time by a girl, by the only girl she'd ever wanted, and it was just too much. Peyton needed to cum now, and more importantly she needed to make Liv cum. Oh God, she needed to make Liv Moore cum in her mouth and all over her face. Which wasn't something Peyton had ever struggled with achieving, but it had never been this quick and easy for her before, suggesting that Liv was feeling just as overwhelmed as she was. Not that Peyton had really enjoy that wonderful fact, not yet. No, she was far too preoccupied with shoving her tongue as deep as it would go into her girlfriend's pussy for the very first time, then jack-hammering it in and out, before finally pulling her tongue out and wrapping her mouth around that entrance so she could swallow girl cum directly from the source. Which was even more heavenly than she could have possibly imagined, Peyton becoming completely lost in it, and then it and her own pleasure. Liv had been afraid that if she started 69ing with Peyton this would happen. That one of them would lose control and bring an abrupt end to this heaven. Which sure, was preferable to one of them freaking out, but it still wasn't what she wanted. At least it was not what she had wanted earlier. Of course it was hard to really care when she was cumming wonderfully hard. Especially considering exactly who was making her feel this way. In fact it was so overwhelming she forgot about licking pussy for a few long seconds and just enjoyed her orgasm, which of course made Liv feel incredibly guilty and push her to make Peyton cum as soon as possible. Again this had been initially what she wanted, and it seemed unfair, as after all this time together Liv should be worshipping Peyton's amazing body with her mouth for hours and tease her to the point of madness before finally using her mouth and tongue to make her cum. Oh well, she doubted Peyton would complain in her current state, or later, and Liv promised to make it up to her regardless. She just really, really wanted to make her cum now, which was just as easy for her as it had been for Peyton to make her cum, as clearly they were both overwhelmed by the situation. Oh yes, all Liv had to do was shove her tongue into Peyton's pussy and thrust it in and out a few times and suddenly her face was being flooded with girl cum. Just like with Peyton's regular pussy cream the second that flavour hit her taste-buds Liv loved it and wanted more. Ironically in this case that meant using less tongue, Liv replacing it with her mouth as soon as she could and desperately trying to swallow at least the majority of Peyton's cum. Which was something she really struggled with, although to make up for it she shoved her tongue back into Peyton's pussy once the other woman's orgasm was done to try and tongue fuck her to another climax. Mostly because she wanted more girl cum, but she also wanted to just give Peyton more pleasure. Besides, Peyton was already way ahead of her. For the next few blissful moments the two girls frantically tongue fucked each other, forcing themselves to keep going through their climaxes and give the other another one. One of the downsides to dating each other was that they could get very competitive, especially Peyton, although when it came to sex that could be a very, very good thing. Liv wasn't sure it had ever benefited them quite as well as this, as they truly became lost in giving and receiving pleasure. Although along the way they started fighting about who was on top, first Liv flipping them, then Peyton, then back and forth before they settled on both being on their sides. Which wasn't the easiest for riding each other's faces, but it did make it particularly intimate, making it Liv's favourite. Peyton always wanted to win, but this was one compromise she could very much live with, as it allowed both girls to slide their hands all over each other, and more importantly squeeze each other's butts and shove the other's cunt deeper into their faces. Perhaps too deep, as breathing was really becoming an issue, and while Peyton was delighted to find that as a zombie she had more stamina to actually keep up with Liv, neither one of them had unlimited stamina. They also only had so much cum they could give or take, exhaustion eventually overwhelming them to the point they had to roll away from each other for a few long seconds. But of course they hated the fact that they were barely touching during that, especially poor Peyton who had waited so long for this. Her body didn't feel like it could move, let alone cum again, but Peyton still ached for more, and clearly Liv felt the same way because at the same time they slowly began turning around and getting up, meeting each other halfway. Then when they were both sitting up and staring at the other they gave each other a bashful smile, and then gently kissed. Then not so gently. Then not gently at all, Peyton pushing Liv back onto her back, breaking the kiss and licking some of her own cum off of Liv's face. Before she could get it all Liv flipped their positions and licked her cum off of Peyton's face, the process then repeating until they started kissing again, once again sharing girl cum as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Then Peyton had a wicked idea how to make this even better, Liv clearly having the exact same idea, as simultaneously they slid a hand in between each other's legs. Peyton almost laughed at how wonderfully in sync they were, but that feeling quickly went away when she actually got to touch Liv's bare pussy, and Liv got to touch hers. Instead they both moaned into the kiss, then broke it so they could look intensely into each other's eyes as they pushed a finger into the other's twat. That initial penetration was long and slow, Liv and Peyton obviously savouring every single moment of it, which included pausing before officially starting to finger each other. It was crazy that they were a lesbian couple who had never done this before. That on their first date Peyton had bent over her desk and begged Liv to spank her and then fuck her virgin ass. Things they had done repeatedly with a variety of different toys, all in the name of having sex with each other while staying safe. Ironically in the end it hadn't mattered, and Peyton had become a zombie anyway, almost making Peyton wish that they hadn't bothered and had been doing this from the start. Almost, because that had showed just how much Liv cared about her, and made this even more special than it would have been, which Peyton would have thought impossible. Liv also thought it was ironic, but she was trying not to think about it because otherwise she would cry, and nobody liked crying during sex. Besides, both she and especially her girlfriend had waited for this for so long, and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin it. Quite the opposite really, she wanted to make it as special as possible, especially for her girlfriend turned so much more, as apparently she had been pining after her for years. So Liv desperately tried to keep her emotions in check while concentrating on fucking Peyton, which was actually pretty easy, especially while kissing, tasting and now fingering her girlfriend while staring into her pretty face. Some small part of Liv had still been worried that she wouldn't like this. That pushing her fingers into a pussy would somehow be too far for her, which was especially ridiculous after she had enjoyed eating pussy. Of course that fear had been unfounded, and she loved the feeling of being inside another girl in the 'traditional lesbian way' for the first time. Admittedly it helped that Peyton's fingers were inside her too, especially as her submissive lover was taking the lead for once, being the first to add an additional finger and increase the pace of her thrusting. Although not wanting to be left out Liv was the first one to start rubbing her thumb against the other girl's clit, something which got a very positive reaction out of Peyton who then happily followed suit. After that their gentle lovemaking was forgotten in the name of frantically fucking each other to more climaxes, something which was quickly and easily achieved. God, Liv couldn't even begin to explain just how wonderful it felt to have Peyton's pussy clamping down and cumming all over her fingers. Or how it felt to cum on Peyton's fingers. Especially as it happened pretty much simultaneously, and then again, and then again, and then again. Liv then pulled her fingers out of Peyton, and then pulled her girlfriend's fingers out of her, so they could grind their cunts pretty much directly against each other, Peyton thankfully picking up on this quickly and doing her part to make sure they kept cumming. They then became pretty much like wild animals, frantically humping each other while scratching and biting at each other. There was kissing too, and the occasional cry of each other's name, but mostly they were wild animals. Or perhaps more accurately wild zombies, their eyes turning red as they were finally allowed to stop holding back with each other. Especially Liv, who delighted in pinning Peyton down every time she tried to flipped their positions, so bizarrely regardless of what they both were now she was still the top in their relationship. Then ultimately they collapsed again, this time snuggling in each other's arms for some much-needed rest, both way too tired to continue the fun. At least for now. Then after a brief silence Peyton whispered, "I love you. No matter how this happened, no matter what happens next, I just want you to know that. Okay? I love you so, so much." "I love you too." Liv without hesitation kissed her lover, snuggling with her even as she began once again fearing the worst, a.k.a. that somehow she had done this to the woman she loved.

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Title: Meet Me in the Middle Tags: romance, romantic This one is a little bit longer. I thought about breaking it up into chapters but I liked the continuity of a single submission. There isn't a lot of sex for its length. If that's what you're hunting for, then perhaps this one isn't the best story for you. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it. A special thank you to thewinedarksea for his editing work. He found a number of mistakes and helped make the story better in many ways. Any typos were introduced by me as I converted it for publishing here. –C **─────────** "You've never eaten here?" Ed Wallace asked. "Nope, never stopped by," replied Miranda. "Well, Sunday brunch is great. Get one of those boy toys you have sniffing around your skirts to bring you." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Sniffing, Ed? You're always the class act, aren't you?" He chuckled and she joined in. She liked working with him. He was more than twenty-five years her senior but didn't have that chip on his shoulder about women the way so many of the older guys did. Plus, he was a good cop. "They never last very long, Randy," he said to her, "so we gotta think you're just using them for carnal purposes." "They never last very long because they're not the right guy," she said dryly. "I keep tellin' ya, he's sitting right next to you!" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I keep telling you that babysitting your butt in the ambulance after I give you a coronary isn't my idea of a fun date." He laughed as they pulled into the parking lot of The Mason Jar. They got out of the car and walked in. "Hello, Mr. Mason," Ed said. "I'm Officer Wallace; this is Officer Patterson," gesturing at Miranda. "You're the owner?" "Yes," Richard Mason replied, shaking the offered hand. "Everyone's okay?" Ed asked. "It seems so. They're just a little shaken up." "And everyone's still here?" "Well, the staff is but I think many of the customers left. I'm not certain; I only got here a few minutes ago myself." "The dispatcher said it was a woman who called in the robbery. Who would that be?" Miranda asked. Richard Mason turned to her. "Ellen — Ellen Bernhardt — was running things. I found out when her husband called me." "Her husband called? Does he work here?" "No. He was nearby or something." Richard seemed uncertain of his answer for a second, then continued. "That's him sitting with her in the booth over there." He indicated a couple sitting on the edge of the somewhat-deserted dining room. A half an hour later, Ed was back to talk to Richard, who was sitting in his office trying to leave a message for the insurance company. "Ms. Bernhardt says she doesn't know how much money was in the drop bags in the safe but that there was a little over $2,500 in the register and the tip pools plus another $500 in the cash box." "I did the drop bags. There was a little over $9,000 in them," Richard said. "Is that much cash usual?" "No. An average Friday for us is about $6,000 with half of it in cash. Saturday is a little heavier but not much more cash. But, with the NCAAs ending this week, Friday and Saturday were non-stop for lunch and dinner, plus the bar got hammered in the evening. Then Saturday, there were several brunch catering jobs plus a large birthday party in the afternoon that paid cash." Ed made a note but said nothing, so Richard went on defensively, "I have register tapes and signed booking orders for everything, plus you can ask the staff how busy we were." "No, no, Mr. Mason. Nothing like that. That's between you and your insurance company. We're just wondering why you kept the money here, especially Friday's receipts." "It wasn't supposed to be. We don't deposit at night because I worry about people's safety going to a bank alone that late. But I was on the go from the moment I came in yesterday for those parties and just figured both deposits could go in this morning. Ellen was going to do it today, but I guess she didn't get to it, yet." A while later, Ed flopped into the seat across from Miranda. "Over twelve grand, more cash than they ever have around this place. And it happened exactly at the slowest time of the day when the fewest people were around. Plus, the outside camera — which isn't totally obvious, by the way — just happens to have been knocked to the side. Either someone got really lucky, or ..." His voice trailed off. "Yeah," replied Miranda. "And I can't help but wonder about the fact that the woman who handed over the money, including the money in the locked safe, is also the person responsible for the money being here. I know the witnesses say the perp had a gun but it feels a little odd to me." She grimaced. "It gets odder than that, Ed." "What do you mean?" "She's Mason's ex-wife." "What?" "Yep. It slipped out when I was talking to some of the older employees. They were married a long time, then she divorces him and marries this Bernhardt guy." "And her husband just 'happens' to be in the area. Wonder if he owns a silver Dodge pickup and if there's a ski mask in it?" "I talked with a clerk down at the courthouse," she said a while later, closing her phone. "He says he knows them and the divorce was filed three years ago and seemed amicable. One kid, joint legal custody, she has residential custody. Reasonable child support payments from him. They agreed privately on a property settlement, with him getting almost everything, including the restaurant. Judge Thomas signed off on it." Ed looked surprised at that. "Husband gets most of it? Jeez, you don't see that every day. Usually the guy gets it up the ass over and over until he screams." Miranda rolled her eyes in mock disgust as he continued, "She get caught *in flagrante* or something?" "I wondered the same thing but the clerk says it was no fault." "Hmmm," Ed mused, "but this state still allows you to cite adultery as a reason and divorce documents are public record. Maybe he put the screws to her in exchange for going no fault and keeping her name out of the mud?" Miranda was silent for a second, considering. "I don't know. Still, you do have to wonder if she decided to help herself to some additional alimony." "Let's talk to the current hubby and find out his deal." **• • •** Mike Bernhardt wasn't very amused as he looked at the two officers. They had asked him to step back to the break room for a conversation. "How about we just cut to the chase, and I'll answer the questions you really want to ask, okay?" "Well, Mr. Bernhardt, if you have something you want to say, we're happy to listen," responded Ed. Mike held up two fingers. "One, I had nothing to do with the robbery." He put one finger down. "Two, thinking Ellen had anything to do with this is ridiculous. Not in a million years. She's a wreck." The second finger went down. "Having a gun pointed at you can be unsettling," Ed agreed. "Unsettling? Ask Jimmy about the vomit he cleaned up. She wasn't just unsettled; she was scared silly." "Actually, Mr. Collins mentioned that," Ed responded neutrally. "So why are you wasting time hassling my wife and me instead of out there trying to find the guy who stuck a gun in her face?" Ed shrugged. "I'm not trying to upset you, Mr. Bernhardt, but it's our job to consider all the possibilities. For example, it's not uncommon that someone doesn't realize what they're getting into and then reacts when it gets over their head." It took a second for Mike to get the implication there, but then his expression hardened and he looked almost ready to come up out of his chair. He was shaking his head before Ed finished speaking. "No!" "Relax, Mr. Bernhardt," Miranda said placatingly. It was Ed's job to push people and hers to pull them back. "We're not accusing anyone of anything. We're just trying to get a picture about people we don't know." Mike sat back but he clearly wasn't mollified. "Sometimes, though," she continued with a little smile to take the sting out of it, "we have to ask questions that are a little indelicate just to rule out things. Okay?" Mike nodded. "For example, we were wondering about the relationship between Mr. Mason and your wife." Mike just looked at her with a sardonic expression. "Somehow, I'm pretty sure you know she's his ex-wife." "Yes, we found that out." "So," he responded slowly, "what are you asking?" "Nothing in specific, Mr. Bernhardt. But, think about it. We've got a lot of money missing. We've got a gun stuck in someone's face. We've got three people in what might be a ..." She paused, looking for a word. "A volatile set of relationships. It's just common sense that we try to get some understanding of the landscape. That's all." Mike looked back and forth, and then said, "So, basically, you're asking if Ellen harbors a grudge?" Miranda's shrug showed she was asking just that. "Not in the slightest." "What about you?" Ed asked bluntly. "Any resentment about the way he treated Mrs. Bernhardt when she was Mrs. Mason?" "Nope. He's my best friend." Ed's eyebrows rose. "Really? Would he say the same?" Mike hesitated, looking regretful, then answered honestly, "I don't know. Maybe." Ed's expression was skeptical. "Husband and wife staying friends after a split isn't usually the case, but it's not unheard of. Ex-husband and new husband being best friends, now that's even rarer. You know, havin' ... ahh ... contended over a woman, so to speak. And she walked away without a dime. Makes a man wonder." Mike shrugged. The expression on his face might as well have been a middle finger pointed skyward at Ed. Miranda leaned in again. "Mr. Bernhardt, why don't you tell us, in your words, about the relationships between the three of you?" Mike transferred his glare to her. "Maybe we should just get a lawyer down here." Miranda nodded. "We can if that's what you want. But, Mr. Bernhardt, we've only got one goal here: to catch who did this. We're not trying to pin things on anyone just because they're convenient. At the same time, we'd be really derelict if we didn't take a look at the people closely involved." Mike smacked his palm on the table in front of him. "I'd think taking a look for a man in a silver pickup truck who's got a lot of money that isn't his would be even better!" "Trust me, almost every law enforcement officer in the county is doing just that right now. We just want to understand. However, if you want a lawyer, that's okay." She waited while he mulled it over. Finally, he spoke. "Richard and I have been friends for close to twenty years, since middle school. He met Ellen in college and they were married for seven years. I'm not certain, but pretty damn sure, that he knew I had a thing for Ellen for about four of those years. I had met her before, of course, but I was away in the military for a while. When I moved back here and we started to hang out, well, I fell for her. "But, Richard never made a deal about it: we went fishing together; I was the godparent to their kid. He never did the little things guys do to mark their turf. With me?" "Yes, go on." "What he didn't know was that, somewhere along the line, Ellen fell for me, too. She still loved Richard but she was in love with me, if you catch the difference. Well, one day he found out how she felt." "When?" she asked. "About three years ago." "How?" she asked. "I don't have the foggiest. By unspoken agreement we never talk about any of it. He didn't catch us doing something, if that's what you're thinking. There was zero hanky-panky between us." Ed made what might have been a doubtful noise and Mike turned to him heatedly. "I kept my feelings and my hands to myself! Ellen was even more private. I didn't even have an inkling about how she felt about me until that year, but Richard realized it somehow. "Another guy might have raised a ruckus," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You know, had it out with her or me or both of us, accused us of something we didn't do or at least caused a scene. But Richard didn't say a word. He waited until the day when a bunch of us guys were taking him on a fishing trip. He left a note behind along with signed papers for Ellen." "What did the note say?" Miranda asked, taking a sip of her coffee and breaking eye contact to keep things low-key. "Two sentences. One: 'I know you'd be happier and that's all I want.' Two: 'Please don't call me or Mike while we're away because it would make things awkward.' Shit! That secretive son of a bitch never gave a hint that entire week; I found out when I got home and she told me." Miranda blinked at that. "So, yeah, he's still my best friend. Ellen thinks he's the second greatest guy on the planet. Well, maybe third counting her son. I'm not certain how he feels. We don't hang out as much anymore but our group goes out for drinks every once in a while, and things seem fine as long as I don't try to talk about things. Now, does that answer your question?" After they let Mike go, Ed and Miranda took a break to compare notes. She pushed the cream over to him as the waitress set down two coffees and left them alone. "He struck me as telling the truth, but I'm still having trouble that this wasn't an inside job. There are too many coincidences," Ed said. "Me too, Ed, me too. I guess we take another crack at the former Mrs. Mason." **• • •** Ellen was with Ed for a second round while Miranda took a quick trip to the restroom. As she walked by the side door to the kitchen, she saw Richard standing with Mike, their attention on the servers' hatch. They didn't see her and she could tell they were being careful not to show themselves through the opening. She could hear Ed's voice floating in from where he sat with Ellen in the break room. "Interesting," she thought. She stepped quietly back to the edge of the door and watched and listened to the conversation already in progress. "It wasn't the romance of the century but we cared for each other. We have a son we love. Richard was a good husband and a great father." "But, the word we have," Miranda knew Ed was referencing the notes on the divorce settlement, "you had to walk away with almost nothing from the marriage." Ellen's laugh was scornful. "You might want to get your facts straight. I didn't *have* to do anything. I chose to walk away with nothing." "Oh?" Ed's voice held a slight note of disbelief without being too confrontational. Miranda smiled; he was good at that. "Officer Wallace, the original copy of the papers Richard signed for me gave me almost everything we had except ownership in this place, plus some alimony to make up for that. It was at least 50:50, almost certainly more. Ask him if you don't believe me. I *chose* to walk away with nothing but my personal stuff, some photos and child support. Which, if it's your next question, he pays faithfully." "I understand, Mrs. Bernhardt. I'm just doing my job and part of that job is these types of questions. We need to rule out people. Especially when it's the type of situation where there could be some animosity." "I don't think you're listening too well." Ellen's voice had some heat in it now. "We had a successful marriage, just not a permanent one. Odds are, it was better than yours is." "I'm not married, but you have to allow how it looks — " She cut him off, exasperated. "This is pointless! You're not listening to a word I'm saying. You don't believe me? Fine! You think I'm just the bitter ex-wife? Fine! "Personally? I think I hit the jackpot twice in my life. But, you should just feel free to be as hard of hearing as you want, Officer. So, since it seems like you and I are at an impasse, can I go? Or are there more ridiculous questions you have?" There was a pause and Miranda could picture Ed weighing whether there was anything to be gained by pressing. "Not at this time, ma'am." Miranda watched as the two men looked awkwardly at each other. Finally, Richard turned to head back to the office, but Mike touched his sleeve. "Hey, Richard?" "Yeah?" "I've always respected the fact that this whole thing isn't a topic you want mentioned ..." Richard tensed and started to say something but Mike held up his hand. "Let me finish. I'm going to tell you one thing and then I'll drop it forever." Neither man was looking at the other. "She meant what she said. Your marriage meant ... means ... something to her. She respected it and you. We never did anything with each other the entire time you were married. I mean entire, not just when you left but right up until the day the divorce was final. She meant every word she said to that cop." Mike tried to catch Richard's eye as if to drive home his point, but Richard just turned and headed toward the exit, his face a stone mask. The incident made an impression on Miranda. "He looked sincere," she thought, referring to Mike, "and he certainly wasn't play-acting for Ed or me." "I think we're barking up the wrong tree with the Bernhardts, Randy," Ed said as they climbed into their car. "I wasn't getting 'lying sumbitch' off of either of them." "I agree. Ditto with the staff." She did agree, but she was glad he had the same feeling. He'd been at this a lot longer than she had. "I guess we just keep our ears to the ground and hope we hear something." **• • •** A few days later, Miranda stopped in at the restaurant. "Hello, Mr. Mason. I was in the area and wanted to touch base." Richard rose from the table where he was working on a produce order. "Oh, sure. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" "Sorry. While I'm on duty I buy my own but I'll have one with you." She took the chair he pulled out for her. "Oh." He looked disconcerted for a second, then he called to the woman behind the counter. "Linda, would you have someone bring a couple of coffees over to number six, please?" "So, anything new?" he asked when they settled. "Not really. Silver Dodges are a dime a dozen, but we're weeding through them. We haven't heard any rumors about someone suddenly having a lot of cash. Early breaks are nice but sometimes it just takes grunt work and waiting for someone to talk out of turn." Richard nodded. "I stopped by because I wanted to talk to each of your staff just for a moment. Sometimes people remember things after the excitement has passed. I'll be as non-disruptive to things here as I can. Would you mind?" "No. You can use my office if you'd like," he said, getting up to escort her to the back. "Thanks, Mr. Mason." "No problem. And call me Richard." "Well, Mr. Mason, I'd rather not while we've got an open investigation going on." He looked at her in astonishment. "Am I under suspicion here? My insurance company was all over this and they seemed pretty satisfied. I didn't realize ..." he trailed off. She cocked her head at him. "Well, officially we haven't ruled anything out but, for my part, I'd say you're not of prime interest to us." She smiled, but it wasn't entirely a warm expression. "But if we turned out to be wrong, I'd look pretty darn silly if I was all buddy-buddy with you, wouldn't I?" He looked disconcerted again as she dropped a couple bills on the table and rose to follow him. **• • •** A week after that the two officers found themselves back at the diner after a call from Richard. "You said you had something for us?" Ed asked. "Not me. Come on back to the office." Richard stuck his head through a swinging door and called, "Maria, can you cover Linda's tables a minute and send her to the back?" "So, Linda?" "Well, the other night I was over in Lawson Heights and I saw Hailey — she works here," she added to the officers, "getting into Brenda Turnbridge's car. And, well, last week we were asked if we knew anyone who might have a grudge." "Hailey or Brenda had a grudge?" Ed asked for clarification. Richard spoke up. "I fired Brenda about ten, maybe eleven, months ago." "Oh, why was that?" Richard didn't answer at first. Finally, he said, "Maybe if you're done with Linda?" The two officers looked at each other. "Is there anything else you would like to tell us, Linda? No? Okay, then thank you very much." "Mr. Mason?" Miranda asked, turning back. Richard got up and closed the door that Linda had left open. He thought for a moment and then said, "I'm wondering if I need my lawyer here." The officers frowned in surprise. "It's just that I don't know much about slander." "Well, we can wait for your attorney if you feel that is the best course, Mr. Mason. Or, you can give us a general idea and we can take a formal statement later if that is necessary. No one is trying to hang you here." He assessed them for a second, then decided. "I let Brenda go because she was turning tricks in the back parking lot with some of the through traffic, the truckers. I can't have that. This is a family place." That raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think to mention it because it was so long ago. But, yeah, she was pretty angry." **• • •** "Officer Patterson, hello," Richard said. He was walking around the restaurant, saying hello to the regulars. "I thought I'd stop by and give you the news," she said. "Ms. Hailey Hodges turns out to be the cousin of Mr. Brian Hodges. Mr. Brian Hodges turns out to be the live-in boyfriend of Ms. Brenda Turnbridge and, I might add, a rather nasty piece of work." "Oh? Sit down. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" She shook her head. "I think we went over that last time, Mr. Mason." He grinned. "But Officer Patterson, I have taken up detecting since you last met me." "Oh?" "Well, for starters I saw you pull up in a red SUV without county plates, unlike the last time." He pointed out the window at the car parked out front. "Second, you are wearing a rather nice dress and heels that seem appropriate for a night out. Third, since everyone here knows who you are and might blab, you can't possibly be undercover. The only sensible conclusion is that you are, in fact, no longer on duty." She laughed and tipped her head in acknowledgment. "Nonetheless, I'm here on official business." He made a face and she went on, "I just wanted to let you know that it turns out that Mr. Hodges is the owner of a silver Dodge pickup truck with a license plate that traffic cams on the bypass can put in this general area on the Sunday in question. A search warrant revealed an unlicensed handgun as well as a black ski mask such as the one Mrs. Bernhardt described. It also revealed approximately $11,000 in cash, a brand-new TV plus some other stuff, all purchased in the last few days, and some drop bags that belong to the same bank as you use. We're going through their trash now looking for the deposit slips you said were in them." "Wow!" "Mr. Hodges and Ms. Turnbridge are in custody and she, at least, has been rather helpful. Anyway, I just thought you might like to know, Mr. Mason. I think I can say now that you are no longer of any great interest to the police." "Thank you," he said, "but at least you can call me Richard." She laughed, "Official business I tell you," and turned to go, then looked back over her shoulder, "but maybe Sunday." "Sunday?" "I hear the food is great here. Sunday's my day off and my partner said I should give it a try." With a little wave, she pushed out the door and was gone. Richard had a happy smile on his face and, Maria, who had been at the register for the entire exchange, gave him a wink and smile, causing him to chuckle. **• • •** "Dick?" she asked across the table. "Only if you're mad at me, and even then, I generally don't answer to epithets." She laughed and shook his hand, "Miranda." When she had come in, the Sunday rush was over and he had asked if he could join her. She had said, "That would be fine." He led her over to a booth in the back and dropped in across from her. "Did you really suspect me?" he asked after they had eaten lunch and were sipping coffee. "Not especially. We had to consider an insurance scam but nothing really led us in that direction. I guess we wondered more about Ms. Bernhardt, given the circumstances, but even that was just covering bases," she replied. Her look was level but he could see the curiosity as her eyes flicked over to Ellen sitting by the register. They chatted for half an hour before she said she had some shopping to do. He enjoyed watching her walk away. There was just the right amount of curve under her jeans. Then he quickly looked away, worried that someone on the staff might have caught him checking her out. **• • •** She didn't stop in the next Sunday. Richard came in and hung around for a couple of hours but then headed out, mildly disappointed. She did the following week and, again, Richard joined her. "I guess you like the food," he said. She laughed, "Yes, I do." "Well, we're glad you came back." "We?" "Well, sure. Everyone here likes a good customer," he said, totally deadpan. Then he grinned and said, "Okay, I admit that, now that you're not viewing me as a desperate criminal, I enjoy seeing you stop by." She gave a little tip and nod of her head to acknowledge the compliment as the waitress came up to take their order. "Well, I have to go," she said forty-five minutes later. "Places to be. People to see." "Okay. Umm ..." He hesitated a second; she waited. "I wondered if next Sunday you would have dinner with me?" "I'm sorry, I can't. I already have plans." Her smile might easily have been part of the practiced refusal of a woman who had been hit on time and again, but she reached out and briefly touched his arm that was lying on the table as she said it. The gesture might have been unconscious but, even so, Richard thought it was encouraging body language. "Well, what about Saturday?" She looked at him questioningly. "I sometimes work pretty late on Saturdays, Richard, and you just got done telling me how early you have to get up to be here." "Oh, Sunday's one of my days off, too. I just stopped by for a while today." "Interesting," she said and laughed. She pulled out a business card and pen, wrote down a number. "My cell. Saturday would be great. I like Italian. Give me your number in case something unexpected comes up." **• • •** "Do you ask all the women who come into your restaurant out on a date?" she said as they backed out of her driveway Saturday evening. "No. Just" — for the split second before he finished the sentence Miranda thought he was going to say something disappointingly lame like "just the pretty ones" — "the police officers." She grinned. "I see, and how many is that?" He glanced over at her for a second and then turned back to the road. "Counting you, one." She laughed. "Well actually ..." he said. "Aha! Now the real story starts to come out. Are you gonna start lying to me?" He glanced over again but she was smiling to let him know she was teasing. "Nope. There were a couple of cute waitresses back in high school days when my parents owned the place but fifteen or sixteen years ago doesn't count. " "I guess not," she allowed. After a minute, "Did they say yes?" "One did, one didn't." "Well, two out of three ain't bad." **• • •** "Thank you for a nice evening," she said. She leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then pulled out her keys. "I had fun." "I did, too." As she unlocked the door and turned to say goodbye, he went on, "I'd like to do it again, if you're interested." She glanced back at him as she was stepping inside and said, "If you want to give me call sometime, we'll see." "Oh, sure." He gave a little half-smile and turned back to his car. As the door latched behind her, Miranda frowned and then kicked herself a little. Her job made her good at noticing reactions in other people. She had seen the flicker in his eyes when she answered, but she was tired and it hadn't registered immediately how offhand her answer must have seemed. She hadn't intended it to sound like that. Her mind was saying, "I would like that. Call me and we'll figure something out," but it had been a very, very long day and the words just didn't come out that way. In fact, the casual conversation, pasta, and a beer had been the ideal way to unwind after a day that included two domestic disturbance calls, one at an ungodly hour of the morning when a husband had come home drunk. Richard had been attentive and amusing all evening, suggesting they head out at the first, discreetly muffled yawn. He deserved a kinder answer. She wondered if he'd assume he'd just been brushed off. He wasn't certain but he didn't rate his chances very highly. Oh well, no point in chasing someone that didn't want to be caught. **• • •** She slept late the next morning. When she finally cracked an eye at the clock, she groaned but got up. She wanted to get to the gym before an appointment to get her hair cut at eleven, and wanted to look for a new dress, not to mention needing groceries badly. It was a lot to do and still be home early enough to shower before dinner time. However, she was still annoyed at herself for her response to Richard, and there was time to squeeze another stop in before she went to the mall. "Officer Patterson, hello," said Ellen. "Just one for brunch?" "Hello. No, I just stopped in for a moment. Is Richard here?" she asked. "I'm afraid you missed him. He was in about an hour ago to pick up the bank deposit but he's gone now. Is there something I can help you with?" "Oh, that's okay. I guess I can try to call him." "Well, you might want to wait until this evening. He and our son are out canoeing today and Richard has learned that tippy canoes, Charlie, and cell phones are a bad mix." "Oh." She had a date that evening and calling him wouldn't be very appropriate. She thought for a moment. "Can I leave a note?" "Of course. I can grab you an envelope from the back." *I was half asleep by the time I got home and probably forgot to say thank you.* *Thank you. I had a nice time. Talk to you soon? –M* **• • •** "Can I see you again next weekend?" Richard had found the note sitting on his desk when he came in Tuesday morning. He knew that a call at 5:00 a.m. was unlikely to earn him any brownie points, but the clock had seemed to crawl until he could close the door of his office and pick up his phone. "A friend's birthday is Saturday and I already have plans next Sunday." "Oh." He sounded disappointed. "Well, then I guess some other time, perhaps." "I do, however, also have Mondays off." He considered, "Oh. Okay. Would you like to do something then?" "Movie and then dinner? My treat but you drive because my car is going into the shop. Sound good?" **• • •** The movie didn't happen. They couldn't find something they wanted to see at a reasonable time. So, they ended up in a small bar she knew of, eating burgers and drinking single malt whiskey, a taste they discovered they shared. After their second drink, he asked the waitress for another for her and just water for him. "Driving," he said, smiling. The conversation continued pleasantly, mostly getting to know one another, with occasional comfortable pauses. In one of the quiet moments between sips, she said abruptly, "Okay! A lot of divorced couples don't hate each other, but Ellen's working for you? And we heard that — " she stopped suddenly. Her face turned red as she realized how inappropriate the question was to someone on a second date. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry. It really is none of my business! That was three drinks talking. Now I'm really embarrassed. Please, forget it!" She looked mortified. And, just like that — perhaps it was the alcohol working in him also — he told her. "We dated our senior year in college. She got pregnant by mistake the following summer and we loved each other enough that we decided to get married. We were happy, I think. "Mike was my best friend since we were kids. When he moved back here we hung out with him. After a while, I realized he liked Ellen, too. But he did his best to keep it hidden, and I didn't want to embarrass him, so I just ignored it. Then, one day, we were out drinking and I saw ... I mean, really *saw ...* the way Ellen looked at him. The best way I can put it is hungry." He shook his head at the unwelcome memory. "That started to eat at me. She seemed the perfect wife on the surface but I began to doubt everything, suspect everything. I just became more and more insecure until finally I just got really stupid." "What did you do?" "What any stupid cheating story out there tells a guy to do." She looked puzzled. "I used our Nanny Cams. You know, the things you put to watch the babysitter that look like clocks or books or such? Her folks had given them to us when we had Charlie though we never used them. Bedroom, living room, one that looks like a rock for the patio." "Oh dear!" "Yeah, not my proudest moment," he said ruefully. "I was afraid to use them and afraid not to. Ellen would have been furious if she'd found out. But, I couldn't bring myself to ask her with no evidence that it was anything but my imagination. So, I manufactured a fishing trip." "And was it as bad as you suspected?" she asked softly. He shook his head. "No. But maybe a little yes. "No, in that there were no scenes of naked bodies writhing around to a soundtrack of animal grunts. Nothing happened. Yes, in that I wasn't imagining she cared for him." "What did you see?" she asked. "Mike came over on Saturday afternoon for a swim, something he often did. The picture was a little distorted and the sound was a little tinny, but I could see enough. They swam; they sat and talked. From where I sat you could almost see the electricity in the air. Then Ellen went for a last swim. As she came out, the sun went behind the clouds and she shivered, so Mike picked up a beach towel and laid it across her shoulders. As she reached up to gather it in, their hands touched and they both froze. Then I saw her shoulders sag. It was almost as if ... I don't know ... maybe like she was defeated? *"I don't know what to say," she said softly.* *"No," he answered, shaking his head, "nor do I."* *She nodded, almost crying. "I made a promise, Mike, and I won't break it. He's a good man, and Charlie's father, and I do love hi — "* *He put his hand up to silence her. "I know; I won't ask you to break it. I couldn't do that to any man, let alone my best friend."* *She nodded. After a moment she said, "I don't think you should come over here when he's not around anymore."* *"We're not doing anything."* *She shook her head. "I don't think an affair has to be physical to be an affair, you know? This one has to stop before it gets started."* *He thought about that for a moment and then looked sad and nodded. Just before he left, he looked back over his shoulder.* *"Will you answer one question for me completely honestly?"* *"Yes."* *"If you had never married and you had to choose. What would your choice be?"* *She was silent for a few seconds. "You. Don't ever ask me that kind of thing again and please go now."* "Jesus!" Miranda said. Richard nodded, his face full of remembered sadness. "She wasn't cheating with him. I didn't really have any doubt about that anymore. But," he shook his head, uncertain of what he was trying to say. "But, it was a bad couple of weeks. In the end, I ..." He ran out of words. Miranda reached over and touched his arm. "Mike told Ed and me what you did." He looked surprised at that. She continued, wanting to lighten the depression she hadn't meant to stir up, "Pretty classy of you, we both thought." He tried to deflect that, "All I did was accept reality. Ellen was the one who was classy." Her fingers pinned his arm, giving a little squeeze to get his attention, "Yes, she was ... *also*." The emphasis on the last word was clear. "And has everything been okay?" she asked, letting him decide whether to keep talking or just say fine and blow it off. "Of course not!" he looked at her almost angrily. "At times, I've hated her. At times, I hated him and wanted to kill the bastard." Miranda perked up. "Umm, cop sitting right here." The anger turned sheepish. "Oh. Figuratively speaking, of course." She smiled. "Of course. And, yet, you have her working with you." "Mike got laid off for a bit last year. I needed a third manager; she knew how to do it. He found a new job but she decided she wanted to stay on." He waved vaguely. "It just seemed to be the right thing, helping them out. She's the mother of my kid, after all, and Charlie will get the place someday. "It's not too bad. Our shifts don't overlap more than an hour or so and, well, it's not so bad seeing her anymore, just a bit lonely. I've sorted of accepted it." He paused, then sat up straighter. "Wow! Did that sound as maudlin to you as it did to me? Sorry!" "Why are you sorry? I started it." "Well, I'm finishing it. So," he said brightly, "tell me about you, Miranda." "With good friends, I'm Randy." He froze, fighting hard to keep his face straight but then he saw the twinkle in her eye and burst out laughing. "I'm not touching that one!" "What?" she said, her face all innocence. **• • •** "Good night." He leaned to kiss her cheek. She shook her head and leaned in. Her lips felt perfect to him, soft and warm. She held it for a second, enough that it was definitely a kiss and not a peck, and then leaned back. "A nice evening," she said. **• • •** He stopped by the restaurant in the late afternoon on Sunday. Since the robbery, he had been keeping very little cash in the place and Sunday brunch was always a fairly big hit with the after-church crowd. Ellen mentioned to him, "Officer Patterson stopped by for brunch today." "Oh," he said with elaborate nonchalance, "that's good. She seems nice." He headed back to the office, simultaneously feeling sorry that he hadn't come in the morning and absurdly pleased at the news. Ellen watched him walk away, also smiling a bit to herself. He dialed Miranda's number. "Hey, I hear you were in today?" "Well, the food's not bad." "Not bad?" he asked, pretending to be outraged. She laughed. "Hey, Richard. I can't really chat right now; I'm running late." "Can I see you again?" he asked quickly. "What did you have in mind?" "I know it's rude to ask at the last minute but can I see you tomorrow?" "You're not kidding about last minute!" She was laughing as she said it. "Tell you what. Last Tuesday was rough due to someone getting me drunk the night before." He sputtered a bit and she laughed again. "So, how about lunch? I could stop by the restaurant." It was his turn to be quiet and think. Miranda sensed that it was something a bit more than thinking about his schedule. "Maybe," he said, "if you were willing, we could grill something at my place?" "Well — " she started to say. "Or I could meet you somewhere near where you live," he offered. She thought about what wasn't being said. His place? Had he been thinking about more than lunch? Some kind of third-date-rule thing? Suddenly, it clicked: Ellen was probably working the restaurant on his day off and she realized she had put him in an awkward spot. She said hesitantly, "I guess your place would be fine." "Great! You can meet Charlie." She smiled to herself. **• • •** "Dad says you're a police woman." "Yes, I am." "Do you carry a gun?" "Most of the time." "Can I see it?" "No, I'm afraid not." "Have you ever shot anyone?" "No." "Do you have a siren in your car?" "In my work car." "Do you have handcuffs and stuff like that?" "In my purse." "Have you ever caught a robber?" "With some other police officers, yes." He thought for a moment, "Cool!" and ran off. Richard looked on affectionately. She gave him a bemused look and he laughed. "Sorry," he said. "No, don't be." They had a good time. The conversation was light and amusing. Charlie was running around them most of the time. After a couple of hours, Charlie came up and said, "Dad, when are we going?" "In a bit, kiddo," he answered. "Go clean up." He turned to Miranda. "I promised I'd take him over to a friend's house this afternoon," he said regretfully. "Then I'll go," she said lightly. "Have fun!" He walked her to her car. When they got there, she turned back and there was an awkward pause. He smiled, "Charlie might be watching." She smiled back, "Yeah. Thank you for a nice afternoon. Take care and see you around." "Hey, Randy?" He stopped. "Yeah?" "Umm," he said hesitantly, "would you be free next Sunday evening?" It sounded odd to her. He hadn't been diffident about expressing interest before. "I'm afraid not. I already made plans to go to a party that night." "Monday?" "Sorry, it's Memorial Day weekend and I'm covering for someone who's taking the day off then I have a barbecue in the evening." "Oh, I see. Okay, then." "Maybe some other time?" "Sure," but he seemed a little off. "Is everything okay?" "Sure, no problem. Some other time, then." Actually, everything wasn't completely fine. Most of the time, Richard had come to terms with the changes in his life. The past was the past, and there was a lot of life to enjoy. Two days, however, still left him feeling melancholy: May 29, the day he had married Ellen, and August 19, his birthday and the day his marriage to Ellen ended. His friends, David and Frank and their wives — and sometimes Mike and Ellen, though he wasn't sure how he felt about that — usually had something planned for his birthday. However, his former anniversary tended to go unremarked. He had thought the distraction of a date with someone he liked would be a good way to break the pattern. For her part, Miranda was pensive as she drove home. She didn't give much thought to Richard's demeanor, figuring he might have just been wondering about whether he was pushing for too much. But she did need to take stock about other things in her life. She hadn't felt so comfortable and relaxed in a long time. **• • •** Richard stopped into the restaurant on the Sunday of the long weekend to pick up the day's deposits. "Any plans for the rest of the weekend?" Ellen asked. "Nah. I'll just watch some games, maybe hang out with some of the guys down at the pub. Honestly, I'm so tired of crowds after yesterday's rush that just sitting and drinking beer will seem like heaven," he replied, laughing. Ellen knew him well, probably better than he realized, and she could hear the tight, false lightheartedness in that laugh. She was also pretty sure she knew the reason but the unwritten code of silence he asked for stopped her from saying anything about it. The evening found him sitting in Larghie's, his third Macallan in front of him. If asked, he would have described his mood as low, and he was trying to decide whether calling it a night or full-out drunk was the best plan when he felt someone climb onto the stool next to him. "Any idea if they can make a good Gin Gimlet here?" she asked Richard. "Or do they just splash lime juice in with the alcohol?" "I don't know. Patrick," he called to the bartender, "can you make a really good Gin Gimlet?" "Absolutely!" "Absolutely," Richard said to her. She laughed and held out her hand, "Caitlin. Who are you?" "Richard," he said and shook. When her drink arrived, she took one look at it and complained, "Hey, what's this cucumber doing in here? Where's the lime?" Patrick laughed, "You said really good. If you just wanted good, you'd have gotten Tanqueray and a lime. But really good is Hendrick's with cucumber garnish. Try it!" She took a sip, rolled it around in her mouth for a second and then pronounced, "You are forgiven." Caitlin and Richard fell to talking. He admired how she looked. She was attractive in that blonde, generic way that he associated with cheerleaders and any girl from California. She was wearing a dress that was slightly sexy but not over the top. It fit her figure nicely with a neckline that showed just an inch or so of cleavage. The hem was high enough to show some nicely-tanned legs without any risk of giving a peep show. Her makeup said she was out for a night on the town, and she was certainly easy to talk to, keeping the conversation rolling without effort despite the fact that he had a little buzz going. There was a pause in the conversation after about twenty minutes. She put her hand on his arm and looked him firmly in the eyes, saying, "Would you like to go somewhere private?" Richard was caught off guard. Talking to her had lifted his mood, but his mind hadn't traveled beyond the conversation. "Private?" "Private is wherever you feel comfortable, hotel or your house. It's $300 for an hour or $1,500 for the night." He stared at her for a second and then laughed a deep belly laugh of real humor. **• • •** One of Miranda's colleagues caught up with her as she was coming in on Tuesday morning. "Hey, Miranda, got a second?" "Sure. What's up?" "Well, I've heard that you've been seen with that guy who owns the restaurant." "Did my dating life suddenly become fodder for office gossip?" "Hell, no!" he laughed. "There's nothing sudden about it. We've talked about you since you came here." "You're an asshole, Matt!" He grinned, then sobered. "Look, really none of my business, I know, but there's this thing." "Go on." "I saw him in Larghie's with another woman the other night. Thought you might want to know." Miranda wasn't entirely pleased to be hear this but, then again, she wasn't upset either. She had no reason, or right, to be. "There are no strings, Matt. We just went out a couple times. Nobody promised undying love." "Yeah but, well, if it matters, she was a pro, Miranda." "Oh! You mean...?" "Yeah." "Did he leave with her?" "Well, not arm-in-arm, but he paid both bills and left within a minute or two of her." Miranda was quiet for a moment, then said lightly, "Well, let's hope that, for the sake of any future conquests, Mr. Mason is well-acquainted with condoms." "Hey, sorry to be the bearer, et cetera, but I didn't want anything to come from your blind side." She cut him off. "Forget about it. It was a just a date or two. He wasn't Prince Charming. Thanks for having my back." **• • •** Richard called her on Wednesday. "Hey, Randy, I was wondering if we might get together this weekend." "I'm sorry, Richard. I really can't make it this weekend." "Oh," he said. "Maybe some time during the week for dinner?" "I don't think so. I'm usually exhausted after work and just want to put my feet up. Thanks, though." Her voice was cool. "I see," he said quietly. "Well, maybe I'll give you a call next week and see how the following weekend is going." "Sure. I may be going to see my folks but we'll see." If anything, her voice became even more distant. He hung up, knowing that things had gone south but not having the slightest idea why. That Sunday he stopped by The Mason Jar in hopes that it had just been a bad moment for her but she didn't drop in for brunch. "No sense beating a dead horse," he thought. It wasn't his first rodeo and, while he had liked her, life had made him a pragmatist, or so he told himself. He didn't want to admit that he hadn't felt this depressed in a long while, maybe even three years. "I thought it was going well," he said to himself. "I guess I was clueless as always." When Ellen came in to take over that afternoon, she noticed that the recent spring in his step was gone. **• • •** Friday morning found him sitting in a booth going over the week's figures. Maria sat a customer down at the next booth. "Stacy will be right with you." Richard looked over and realized it was Ed Wallace. "Officer Wallace," he said, nodding a greeting. "Mr. Mason." "Oh, not you, too. Please call me Richard. I'm done being a suspect." Ed smiled cordially. "Richard. Call me Ed." Stacy was new and hovered in the background, uncertain if she should interrupt. Richard turned to her, "Go ahead. Though I suspect the answer is coffee, black, two eggs poached, wheat toast, home fries well done, side of bacon burnt." Richard smiled at the look of surprise on Ed's face. "You come in here almost every Friday, usually with another guy, and you always order the same thing. He orders a western omelet with white toast and likes his coffee sweet and light." "Holy cow! Do you know what everyone orders?" "Well, the long-time regulars if they're consistent. But with you, Randy made a joke about it when I had poached eggs one day and now I just notice you guys." Ed's head tilted at the statement. "You must be closer than I realized." Richard's looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Nothing, forget about it. Not many people call her Randy." "Oh." Richard shrugged. "We went out a couple times. I guess we just didn't click. I haven't seen her since before Memorial Day." "It happens," Ed said neutrally. "Did you have a good holiday?" Richard asked. Ed rolled his eyes. "Hell, no! I pulled shifts the entire weekend so I could have July 4 off. I ended up conking out on the sofa both Sunday and Monday. My friends think I'm an old man." "I have friends who say the same when I have a tough day here," Richard agreed. "Maybe you had the better plan, though. I did go out Sunday and Monday and all I had to show for it was a wicked hangover. Except for one moment of excitement it was, all in all, a weekend to forget." "What happened?" "Well, maybe not the most cop-friendly story in the world but ..." **• • •** He finished the story, saying, "I started laughing and couldn't stop. I mean, here the two of us are, thinking the other person knows what the score is and that our evening won't be a waste when, actually, we weren't even playing the same game. Clueless, that's me!" "So, did you?" Ed asked. "Nah. I mean, I'm not a monk and I confess to a few meaningless encounters, especially right after my divorce. But, well, I may not be Ryan Reynolds but I don't scare kids away and know how to treat women nicely. I own my own business and can hold a conversation. I can get laid if I want to. "I don't really have a problem with what she does. But, frankly? It would be just a little too emotionless for me no matter how much she faked it. Plus, I'm scared of what I might catch." "What did you do?" "I picked up her bar tab and told her I'd buy her dinner to make up for the misunderstanding, but she passed on it. I think she wanted to drop her line back in the water. I assume she headed for another bar, and I just headed for home. "Anyway," he continued, standing, "I need to get some orders called in. See you next Friday." He turned back, "Hey, Ed, I guess I'd prefer you didn't repeat that story around. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." "No problem," was what Ed said out loud. "Of course, I'm going to repeat it," was what Ed said in his head. **• • •** "Hey, Randy," Ed said when he saw her on Tuesday, "The scuttlebutt is Matt told you about Mason and the prost and then — " "What the fuck, Ed? Don't you guys have anything to talk about other than my private business?" "Well, yeah. Sometimes we talk about other people's private business." Ignoring her glare, he proceeded to tell her a story. **• • •** Thursday, Miranda stopped by The Mason Jar after work. "No, I'm sorry. He's already left. He comes in early and leaves once dinner is going," said Ellen. "Ah, okay. Makes sense." "Here's your coffee. Do you want that in a bag?" "No, thanks." "I'll let him know you stopped by." Driving home, she wondered if she should call. She had given him a pretty definite brush-off signal — and that on top of turning him down for Memorial Day weekend, which *hadn't* been a brush-off at the time but would have looked like it after the fact. A phone call of, "Hey, how's it going?" would look like she was mentally unstable. A casual conversation would soothe the troubled waters a little better. Perhaps he'd call her once Ellen gave him the message. He didn't. She came for a late lunch on Sunday. She knew Richard often stopped by after the morning rush to take the receipts to the bank. However, even dragging out a second cup of coffee didn't yield an appearance. "I guess I missed him again," she said to Ellen as she paid. "Oh, he was here a bit ago. I saw him in the back. I guess he grabbed the deposits and scooted." "Oh." Miranda signed the credit card slip and left. Ellen had seen the little moment of disappointment in her eyes before she turned away. There was no one else waiting to pay, so she asked Maria, "Could you cover the register a second?" and stepped outside. "Officer Patterson?" Miranda turned back, surprised. "Yes?" "I don't want to stick my nose where it's not wanted, but ..." she trailed off, uncertain how to begin. "Is there something you want to say to me, Ms. Bernhardt?" Ellen still hesitated. There was so much awkwardness surrounding Richard for her, and she knew he wouldn't appreciate this if he found out. Miranda waited a second then continued coolly, "Yes, I think Richard is an attractive man and I am interested in him. Yes, I was hoping he'd be here today because — well, it doesn't matter why. No, I don't automatically have a problem with the ex-wife. That said, if you're out here to warn me off then I agree that your nose — " Ellen cut her off. "No! Nothing like that! I'm actually glad that Richard is dating. I don't know you well enough to know if I think you're specifically the right one for him but that's absolutely his business, not mine." Miranda's expression unbent a little at hearing that. "Here's the thing," Ellen continued. "I can tell you that Richard is not going to come out of the back office for a cup of coffee with you. If you catch him out on the floor, he'll be polite and then he'll tell you he has something to do in the back and disappear. If you leave him a message that you stopped by, I wouldn't bet on a phone call." Miranda's face fell. "Oh ... well ... okay, I see." "No, you misunderstand." Ellen looked away, then dove in. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. "Richard has commitment issues. Not," she said hurriedly when Miranda reacted, "with his being able to commit! He's great at that. His issue is if the girl doesn't do the same. If she needs to be constantly chased once the ice is broken, then she's going to find it's a short courtship." "Is he that unconfident, or is it laziness?" Miranda asked. Ellen shook her head. "Look, Officer Patterson — " "Miranda, please." That brought a smile. "Miranda, it's neither of those things. He'll make the first move and then go what he thinks is half way or a little more in the relationship and then look around. If he doesn't see someone standing on the other side of that mark, he assumes she's not as interested as he wants, chalks it up to experience and moves on. He won't play the hard-to-get game. Actually, that's not quite right ... he doesn't even realize hard-to-get is a game. "There's backstory that's not mine to tell and, unfortunately, I was the straw — make that the ten-ton weight — that broke the camel's back but, bottom line? He's not willing to invest too much and find out it's wasted. I've seen it a couple of times, with women that might have, eventually, been an okay fit but who wanted a no-strings arrangement." "Has he been talking to you about us?" "Not a word! He's said nothing but I know him pretty well and I haven't been blind the last few days. It seems like you're looking to run into him casually, right?" Ellen's tone was questioning. Miranda shook her head. "My love life isn't anyone else's business, Ellen, no offense intended. But!" she held up a finger and smiled to forestall any irritation. "Thank you for talking to me. I sincerely mean that." Ellen nodded and turned to go back inside. Then she stopped and added, "I may be biased, but I don't think anyone willing to meet him in the middle will ever regret it. He goes all in for anyone who's all-in themselves." **• • •** Richard came home Monday night to a balloon tied to his front door handle with a note. *I think, for whatever reason, I sent some signals that I didn't really want to send. If the offer still stands, dinner after work might actually be a GREAT way to unwind after an exhausting day. PLEASE call but, if you don't, it's my loss.* *XO,* *Randy* **• • •** "Hi, Randy, it's Richard." "I recognize your voice. Plus, we have this new invention called Caller ID." She laughed as she said it to take the sting out. "I'm glad you called." "Well, you asked me to and, yes, the offer is still good." "Great! When are you thinking?" "Wednesday?" "Oh, I can't. I have CPR quals that evening. Thursday?" "I'm on closing that night. Friday?" "Hey, I know we talked about after work some night, and you may have plans or something, but is Sunday dinner possible?" "Oh!" His voice betrayed his surprise. "I guess I just assumed that was unavailable." Miranda seemed a little flustered by his observation but explained, "I think I mentioned before that I might go to my parents' last weekend but it got moved to this weekend. I'm going over Friday night but could come home in the afternoon on Sunday. If you don't have plans, that is." "No, I don't. That would be great. How about six?" "Perfect." **• • •** As they sat sipping their drinks that Sunday, the conversation turned more personal in a way that wasn't totally comfortable for Richard. "So, have you seen a lot of women since Ellen?" He got a wary look on his face. "Umm, why?" "Just curious. You're a decent-looking guy, you're not shy, and you seem to be reasonably housebroken. Yet, I get the sense that there's been nothing serious since her. What's up? If you're carrying a torch for the ex, that's something a girl might like to know up front." He looked very worried about this line of conversation. "Well ..." he dragged it out, trying to think what to say. She waited patiently. "For a few months after the divorce, I had no interest. Then I figured I needed to get on with my life, so I asked out some women I knew, but it was like, I don't know, rebound dates maybe? I'd go out once or twice and then not feel like calling them again. I mean, I didn't ghost them but I didn't ask them out anymore. "It took about a year before I began to treat it seriously. I asked out this one woman I knew that I thought was really nice. And she was, and we saw each other for a couple of months. But I got the feeling she was looking for a husband rather than looking for me. Does that make any sense?" She nodded in complete understanding. "So, we broke up, and then I was seeing another woman but she made it pretty clear that she wasn't looking for a husband, as in, 'This is fun but I'm young and not going to think about anything beyond that.' I wasn't looking for that either, so we broke up." Miranda nodded again. "There was another in the same vein as that last one, with the same ending, which put me back in a bit of a funk. Then my buddy, Dave, hooked me up with a cousin named Debbie, and it seemed to work for a while. We went out maybe four months. It was nice to have someone to come home to at night ..." he broke off, looking embarrassed. She just smiled and made circles with her hand to say keep going. "I started wondering if it might last. But, then, I started thinking about how it had felt with Ellen and things with Debbie just weren't like that. They didn't feel as real, like we were just playing house. So, little irritations started getting bigger for both of us, and I decided to call it quits. She's seeing someone else now." "So, based upon Debbie, you might be carrying a torch for Ellen after all?" "No!" He shook his head emphatically. "Definitely not. I'm carrying a torch for being as close to someone as I was with Ellen. Or actually, even closer. But Ellen and I are over." She took a drink and said, "Fair enough." They sat in silence for a moment, then he asked, "Are you done making me uncomfortable?" She grinned. "Okay, Randy, what about you? How's a nice girl like you still in a place like this with a man like me?" "I'll go out with anyone who asks who doesn't actually repulse me." "Oh," he said, nonplussed. "I guess that shoots a hole in my ego then." She laughed. "Relax, partner. I'm serious, but ..." She held up a finger. "I'll go out once 'cause, hey, you never know. Getting a second date is a lot harder. I have to like you, not just control my gag reflex." He grinned as she continued, "And a third really narrows the field. There've only been a couple men in the last year or so who've gotten to number three." "This is number four for us." "Darn skippy it is," she said complacently. After a moment, he said, "This open-door policy on dating ..." He let the implication lie there. She didn't pretend to misunderstand, and it was her turn to find the conversation a bit uncomfortable. "If you're asking if I believe in open relationships, no, I do not. Not after a certain point." "Are we at that point?" "Richard, we just got over our first fight." "What fight?" "Trust me, we've had our first fight. It was my fault completely. If I didn't say sorry before, I mean it when I say I'm sorry now. For tonight, let's just enjoy the wine." He sat there, mystified, trying to remember the fight that didn't happen. **• • •** It was late by the time he got her home and both of them were tired, but not so tired that he didn't put his arms around her and lean in for more than a quick kiss. She melted up against him. "Good night. I'm really glad you called, Richard." "Me, too." He leaned down again and pulled her tighter. His lips met hers again, making light contact while his tongue teased along the edges. His hand stroked her side, barely making contact with the side of her breast. She laughed and pulled back. "Down boy! You're not coming in tonight." He grinned. "Well, would you like to go out again?" "Yes. Now good night!" **• • •** "Do you like dancing?" Richard asked her, the phone cradled on his shoulder as he counted out the cash drawer. "Yes." "Well, the Rotary dance is Friday, and I'm going because I got roped into helping set up this year. Would you care to be my date?" "Well," she said hesitantly. Richard got a bit nervous. The thought that maybe she was blowing cold again disappeared when she continued. "I'd like to go but Friday's are tough because Ed is off and I don't know exactly when I'll get done. What time do you have to be there?" "It starts at seven. But I have to be there at six." She thought for a moment. "Would you mind terribly if I met you there? I could shower at the office and be there as soon as I could." "Sure." "Sounds good then." **• • •** His arms felt good around her. She felt his face nuzzle into her hair and her smile became visible as he said, "You smell great!" She snorted. "I probably smell a bit like sweaty girl. It's a million degrees in here." Richard shook his head. "No, you just smell good." "You're a charmer but can we go outside and get some air?" They stood out on the deck, the only ones out there, sipping beers and letting the cool night air do its work. A couple more songs passed as they talked and then they heard the band's vocalist say, "Okay, folks, that's about it. Thank you for listening tonight. We've had a great time. "Gals, a last dance with the one what brung ya. Guys, put down your bottles, rescue your sweetie from whoever is boring the hell out of her, and get out on the floor." The opening bars of "We're All Alone" drifted out. "I love Boz Scaggs," Miranda said. "Come on, big boy, you heard the woman!" He grinned. "Hey, I didn't bring you. You came in your own car." She arched an eyebrow. "Really? That's the way you want to go here?" She pretended to be looking in through the window. "Hmm, there's got to be at least one single, reasonably sober guy in there." He laughed and held out his arms and she stepped into them. It felt nice to both of them. Richard felt the press of her left breast against his rib cage, a sensation he had found unbelievably sexy since the first time back at the eighth-grade dance when Mary Wilcox had snuggled in a bit before the chaperones had coughed an "Ahem" to remind them of the rules. Miranda felt his arm pull her in a little more snugly and she smiled to herself as she felt a very slight twitch where her hip met his body. She took her right hand out of his left and put it up to join her other arm around his neck, laying her head down his shoulder. The gentle weight of her against his body felt wonderful to Richard. He worried for a second with the age-old male's worry: not wanting things to get awkward with an inappropriate rise in the pants. Then he dismissed it. She wasn't grinding or rubbing on him, just dancing close, and he wasn't some teenage boy whose dick had an uncontrollable life of its own at the merest hint of a girl. So, maybe a little tightness but things wouldn't get embarrassing. Besides, a woman as fantastic as this had probably noticed an interested man or two in her life and could handle it with aplomb. She did feel wonderful, though! Miranda felt his hand making little stroking motions against the small of her back. Then she felt one slide down over her rear very gently, not pulling her against him, just a caress. "Umm, move your hand," she said quietly. He chuckled and gave a squeeze, keeping it there. "It moved." She pulled her head back to look at him sharply. "Richard, I'm dead serious. Take your hand off my ass right now or I'll do it for you." He moved his hand quickly up to her back, muttering, "Sorry." She nodded and leaned into his shoulder again for the rest of the song but the mood was broken. She could feel the tension in his shoulders and a quick glance up at his face showed his mind was elsewhere, evaluating what had happened. When the song was over, he stepped back. "Would you like another beer before they close the bar?" he asked. "No. It's late and we're both driving. Richard, would you walk me to my car, please? I have to work early tomorrow and it's time for me to get home." she asked. She saw his face fall a bit. He nodded in acceptance, both of her answer and, she could tell, of how he thought things were. When they got to her car, she pulled her keys out of her pocket and turned to him. They both started talking at the same time. "I'm sor — " "Richard, I — " They both stopped. He started again quickly. "Randy, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I made a mistake." She smiled. "Apology accepted." He gave a jerky nod. "What did you want to say?" "Well, a couple things," she replied. "First, I wasn't irritated at what you did, just that you didn't stop when I asked. I'm kind of big on no means no. Okay?" He nodded. "Second, it wasn't that you decided to be a little more intimate; you didn't offend me with that. But, in this venue ..." She paused for a second and then continued. "I know we seemed to be alone, but there are folks here I work with and even more folks that I deal with professionally. If it were my husband or someone known to be a steady boyfriend, people might smile if they saw a hand on my ass when we thought we were by ourselves. With someone that, from what they know, is a casual date ... well ... smiles are fine but smirks about Officer Patterson being no better than she should be are a problem when your job requires a certain moral authority. It may not make complete sense to you but it's something that women in a largely male job have to think about. Can you understand that?" "I'm not an idiot." His voice was a little testy. She looked at him levelly. "I wasn't implying you were stupid. It was just a figure of speech." "Okay," he said and looked away. "Third ..." She put her hand on his arm and waited a few beats until he looked back and raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. "Here's the way I've always felt things should work. When one person gets up the nerve to ask another person for a date, that second person has to play fair. That means giving a few signals to let the first person know how the date is going. Sound fair?" "Yes." "Good. So, seeing as how the evening may have ended a bit ambiguously for you ..." She reached up and took a hold on his shirt collar, pulling his face down for a lingering kiss, her chest pressed against his, her tongue flicking between his lips for just a second before she let go. "I had a great time. I'm busy on Sunday but I'm off Monday and have absolutely no plans. Those are signals in case you really are stupid." He smiled. "It's a date." "Oh no!" she said, shaking her head. "It's a date when someone actually asks for a date and is accepted." He cocked his head. "Really? That's the way you want to go here?" he said, teasing her with her own words. "What way?" "Hmmm, well, I guess I'll have to sit by the phone waiting for someone to call me then," he said, putting on a forlorn face. "Jerk!" she laughed. "What?" he said. She opened her car door and then turned back, her face screwed up as if thinking. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me on Monday." "Why sure, Randy," he said, chuckling. "What did you have in mind?" "Do you like stuff outdoors?" "Yes." "Well, I thought we might hike up to Eagle Rock, take a swim, maybe bring a picnic for after?" "I've never been there but sounds fun. It's a date." He did wonder about Sunday though. **• • •** Late Saturday afternoon he called her. It went to voicemail, so he left a message. "Hi Randy. Just calling to say hello and find out what the time Monday. I'm still at work but things are about to get hectic here — Saturday evenings you know — so I'll give you a buzz tomorrow and we can talk." When he got home that night, his message light was blinking. "Hey, Richard, it's Randy. I didn't want to bother you at work since you said you'd be busy. Umm, I guess I'll try you again later." She sounded slightly off, like she was nervous about what she had to say. "Uh oh," he thought. There was a second message about an hour later. "Okay, umm, I called because I'll be hard to reach tomorrow but, umm, I was thinking about calling you anyway. I'm helping my mom in the morning and, well, the thing is I'm busy the rest of the day because I have a date. He asked me a while ago. He's a nice guy, and it sounded like a lot of fun, so I said I'd go, and so he bought tickets and ... well ... yeah. Anyway, I felt I should tell you that. "Umm, anyway, if we're still on, I'll pick you up Monday at eleven. Okay? See you then. I'm looking forward to it. I hope you are, too." **• • •** "What's bothering you, Richard?" Ellen asked over a cup of coffee when he dropped into the restaurant on Sunday to get the morning's receipts. "Huh? Nothing." She just looked at him. He fiddled with his spoon, considered continuing to deny it, but seven years of marriage meant she could read him pretty well. So, he told her: about his interest in Miranda, their dates, the message the night before. When he was done, he tried to lighten the mood by joking, "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I feel like I'm admitting to cheating on you." It was the closest he had come in three years to breaking the unwritten code of silence he had imposed on the topic. She smiled affectionately. "Don't be a dork!" He laughed wryly. She took another sip of coffee. "Okay. She's not dumping you if she's still planning on seeing you Monday, right?" "I guess." "One possibility is that she's a sadistic bitch who likes torturing some idiot who's stupid enough to have the hots for her." "Hardly," he said, rolling his eyes. "Okay. Have you considered the possibility that she's a major coke head and can't handle reality?" Richard looked at Ellen as if she were mentally deficient. "What is wrong with you?" "Richard, don't be an idiot. She doesn't want you to think she's going behind your back." "I don't quite get that. I mean, we've barely gone out. If she wants to date someone else, that's her prerogative. Hell, I probably wouldn't even find out she did it, so how would I think anything?" He knew this was a bit dishonest since he had been wondering if she was seeing someone else for a while. It must have shown on his face because Ellen picked up on it. "You've thought about it, haven't you?" "Yeah." She grimaced. "So, you think she's sending you a message?" "Do you?" Ellen thought for a moment. "Well, maybe she wants to establish some ground rules right from the beginning. She likes seeing you but is not looking for a committed relationship with just one guy." "Yeah, maybe." The idea depressed him more than he would have thought. "I know that's not your thing, Richard, and, if that's the case, I'm sorry. But have you considered that maybe she isn't the type of person to back out on a guy once she said yes? That's not inconsistent with wanting things to be clean with you." Richard shrugged. The first option — that she didn't want something exclusive — sounded much more likely given how many Sundays she was busy, and he had become a bit of a pessimist where women were concerned. Ellen thought back to her parking lot talk and had a much more hopeful opinion. **• • •** Monday, Miranda showed up right on time. He hopped in the car and they drove in silence for a few moments. He was happy to see her but felt a little inhibited. He had spent the evening before being a little cranky with everything, unable to concentrate on a book or watch television. He had finally wandered down to the local watering hole for beer. As the evening got late, he found himself wondering if Mr. Sunday — he had no other name for him — was getting that same kiss at the end of the evening that he had gotten. Once he had even wondered if the goodbye kiss came the next morning. "How was your weekend?" she asked. "Okay, I guess. Saturday's always a pain at The Jar. Sunday, I puttered around a bit, met some guys for a beer in the evening but called it a night early. I wasn't really in the mood for anything." She nodded and they drove in silence for what seemed a while but was probably only fifteen or twenty seconds. He saw her glance sideways at him as if waiting, then she said sweetly, "And how was your weekend, Randy?" He looked over at her, "Uhh — ," but she kept on talking, holding both sides of the conversation with herself. "It wasn't the best, Richard. Oh, why not, Miranda? Well, Richard, Saturday I had a long day because of a big pileup out on Rt. 819 involving a tour bus, a flipped tanker truck and a lot of cars. Nobody seriously hurt but lots of ambulances and fire trucks and it backed up things all over. It was all hands on deck and everyone ended up putting in some overtime. Oh, that's too bad, Miranda. Yeah, I was beat when I finally got home." He tried to interrupt again but she talked right over him. "On Sunday, I went to a Pirates game in the city and then out to dinner. The game was fun, though I drank a little too much beer, and the dinner was great. But I wasn't able to enjoy the day as much as I should have because I knew that at the end of the evening I was going to tell my date I had a wonderful time, give him a kiss because he had earned it, and then tell him that I didn't think I could see him anymore because I had met someone that I might get serious about." She turned and looked at him to see his reaction. He had been staring fixedly out of the windshield when she started to talk about her date, but now a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "On second thought," he said, "my Sunday ended much better than I realized." She smiled to herself. **• • •** It took them about an hour to hike up the trail to Eagle Rock. Although the day was beautiful, it was a Monday and they saw no one else around. When they got up to the small pool at the top, Miranda asked, "You've got a suit, right?" "Wearing it underneath." He touched the nylon shorts he was wearing. They stripped off their shoes and socks, and he stuck a foot in the water, "Whoa! Pretty cold!" "It's spring fed. You chickening out?" "Nope!" She turned her back and peeled off her shorts. Richard admired the tiny yellow bikini bottom that faced him. She glanced over her shoulder, grinned, then jerked her sweatshirt off and leapt into the pool. Richard pulled off his shorts and t-shirt and was quick to follow her. They paddled around for a bit, splashing each other occasionally, before the cold started to get to them and they pulled themselves back up on the shore. She pulled a large towel out of her backpack and spread it out as a table while Richard pulled cold fried chicken, coleslaw, and some iced tea of out his. Richard's eyes kept wandering. Her bikini top was fairly small — decent but definitely on the sexy side — and the cold had made her breasts stand at attention. She knew he was looking but pretended not to notice at first, a little embarrassed but also pleased by his obvious appreciation. Then, right when her peripheral vision told her his eyes had dropped down to her chest again, she turned. His eyes snapped up to hers. "I guess ice-cold water is a guy's friend," she said with a quick flick of her eyes down toward her still-prominent nipples. She paused a beat, then glanced at the front of his bathing suit, "Or is it?" His expression was priceless. "Relax, tiger! It was just a joke." She leaned over and kissed him. Their lunchtime idyll was broken ten minutes later when they heard voices on the trail. Miranda quietly leaned over and pulled on her sweatshirt and they spent the rest of their meal talking with the six college students who pulled into view. **• • •** The ride home was quiet, but it was a more peaceful quiet than the start of the trip out. As they neared his house, he spoke up. "Would you like to get some dinner?" She shook her head. "I'm not really hungry yet." "Okay. Would a beer taste good? I've got some in the fridge. If you get hungry later I could throw something on the grill." She smiled. "Is this a subtle way of telling me that you'd like this date to go a bit longer?" "I'm just sending appropriate feedback signals like you said." She rolled her eyes as he smirked. "A cold beer with you would taste great. And I wouldn't even mind a little making out to go with that beer" — a chuckle broke out of him — "but, Richard, that's as far as I will go, in case you were hoping for more." "Oh. That's fine." She braked to a stop for a red light and put her right hand down on his forearm before looking him in the face. "Disappointed?" "I'm good." "Are you gonna start lying to me?" He shrugged. "Okay, I wondered, maybe even hoped ... but I didn't have expectations." "Do you feel that I led you on back there?" He shook his head. "No." She searched his eyes for a second then nodded. The light turned green and she accelerated, pulling into the left lane to go around the slower car in front of them. When she was past she said, "I want to tell you a story. "Once upon a time about eight years ago there was this young woman who met a handsome lawyer who seemed pretty cool. They dated for several weeks and eventually he asked her to spend the night, which she did. Now — " He interrupted, "Randy, whatever kind of 'just looking to get in her pants' jerk he was, that's not my style." "Hush! First, I know you're not like that. Second, he wasn't a jerk just looking to get into my pants. He actually was a very nice guy. Third, you don't know where this story is going. "There's another character in our little story, the former boyfriend. He had gone into the service a year and a half before, and despite them hooking up on leaves a few times, the distance thing kinda put the kibosh on the relationship and they broke up. "Now, to fully comprehend the next part of the story, you have to understand that our girl was as stupid as only a twenty-two-year-old living for the first time away from home and college can be. In fact, probably more so because she had always been the monogamous and long-term-boyfriend sort of girl. "The final nail in that former relationship's coffin had happened a couple of months before. The ex-boyfriend had called from who-knows-where to tell her that he had been uncomfortable a bit and had finally gone to a doctor and — oopsie — turned out he had picked up a case of the clap somewhere. "He said he was sure it wasn't her because symptoms come on pretty quickly, and she'd have known by now, and he was guessing it was after the last time they had hooked up. However, to be safe, if she started getting any burning down there or leakage — that was the word he used, leakage — " she said with distaste, "then she should probably get checked." Miranda took her eyes off the road to see how Richard was taking this. He was watching her but his face gave nothing away. "Now, up to that point, we don't have real stupidity. She had no way of knowing he was cheating. Where the stupidity comes in is that she listened to what he said. Oh, she ripped him a new asshole, and told him to fuck off and die, and hoped that his whores gave him something that made his pecker fall off. But bottom line, she *listened* to him! Literally. It had been months and everything was totally normal with her, so ... "But there was one little fact that she didn't know: fifty percent of all women are asymptomatic for gonorrhea. She didn't know that fact right up until Mr. Lawyer — remember him? — wondered why the hell it burned when he took a leak one morning. "Fixing the problem was only mildly uncomfortable. At least it was fixable, which isn't always the case anymore. However, having the conversation with her new guy was humiliating and, after the yelling was done, the end of that relationship. It was mortifying. "So, she decided that, no matter what it did to the ego of some future guy in her life, or how much it ruined the mood of the moment, or how hot to trot anyone was, she was never going to be in that position again. She'd be sure about a guy first. And she meant that in both the emotional and physical senses of the word. "The end." The drove in silence for a bit until she said, "Say somethi — " just as he was saying, "I understand." "What do you understand?" "Why you're drawing the line about this evening." She nodded. She was normally a relaxed driver but he noticed that her hands were tense on the wheel. "And I'm sorry that happened to you." She gave another short nod. "And, hopefully, that boyfriend's dick did fall off," he said, trying to lighten things. She didn't even respond to that one. "Aaaannd," this came out much more slowly, "there's something else you want me to say or talk about, but I don't have the foggiest idea what it is." She was intently watching the absolutely minuscule amount of traffic around them as if a twenty-car pileup was imminent and only her vigilance would allow them to survive. "Are you revolted or creeped out?" she asked finally. He stared at her in disbelief. "What? God, of course not! It could have happened to anyone. I mean, if you told me you had it now, I might be nervous because I don't know much about it and we've been kissing. Now though? No! You didn't handle the news so brilliantly, but we all did stupid things at that age." Her shoulders visibly relaxed back into the seat. She glanced in the rearview mirror and then abruptly turned the car over onto the shoulder, jerking to a stop. He put his hands up in defense. "Hey! I'm not lying, Randy!" She put her finger over his lips and shook her head to silence him. "Richard Mason, have you had sex recently, like the last two or three months?" "Umm, no." She watched his face and nodded. "Have you had STD tests since the last time you did have sex?" "Also no." "Then I propose that you take some time this week and run down to the clinic on Diamond Spring and get that done. Then, assuming it's all negative — " "It will be," he interrupted. "I sure it will." She looked at him seriously. "And Richard, just so you know where I stand: short of something like HIV, even a positive result isn't a deal breaker. It just delays things. "Anyway, assuming it's all negative, you present yourself at my door a week from Saturday evening with whatever you need for a few days. Pajamas are entirely superfluous to requirements." He smiled. "Yes, ma'am!" She echoed his smile and pulled back onto the road. They were arriving back in Underwood when he spoke up. "If I asked something similar of you, tests I mean, would you be offended?" "Absolutely not. I got tested since the last time there was anyone, but if you want to verify, I'll go with you, no problem." "No, that's okay." She could see a thought occur to him. He turned to look out the side window but she could see a grin reflected in the glass. "What?" "Nothing," he said nonchalantly. "Seriously, what's so funny?" "Nothing!" "Richard!" "Nothing!" She gave him a look but turned back to the road. There was no way was he going to tell her that what he heard in her answer was, "No, I haven't been sleeping with Mr. Sunday these last months." Twelve days later, a dinner and a movie having occupied the intervening free days, she opened her door to a knock. "Ms. Patterson? I'm Officer Mason with the Toontown PD." He held up a badge he had swiped from Charlie's toy box. "What can I do for you, Officer?" "Well, ma'am, I have here a search warrant." He plastered a typewritten piece of paper headed "Riverside Health Clinic" up against the glass of her storm door, "It allows me to enter the premises. Specifically, it allows access to the bedroom, the couch, the shower, and perhaps the kitchen table." "You're such an ass!" she laughed and opened the door. **• • •** "The lasagna was great," he said, pushing back his plate. She dimpled with pleasure. She didn't pretend to be a great cook but she had made her mother's recipe which she thought was pretty good. "Praise from the chef is always appreciated." For his part, he was nervous. He hadn't been celibate in the years since Ellen but it had been a while. Moreover, this was someone he cared about a lot more than most, and the thought of later tonight was simultaneously exhilarating and a little bit intimidating. However, as she gathered up their plates and took them to the sink, the movement of her body under the sun dress brought the exhilaration to the fore. Especially as he watched the gentle sway that made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She turned back and met his eyes, seeing the excitement there. She grinned as she said, "I was thinking the table." Before his brain could process what that meant, she reached up and slid the shoulder straps down, shrugged her shoulders, and let the dress pool around her ankles. Not just no bra ... no nothin'. Richard stood to meet her as she sashayed over. He pulled her close up against him and lowered his mouth onto hers. They had kissed before, heavy make-out kisses. Now, however, the feel of bare skin under his arms and hands, the firm press of breasts against his chest and the thought that there were only a couple layers of cloth between his hips and those pressing into him dialed his arousal up to new levels. Miranda wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as he held her. She had spent the entire morning in a state of excitement. Once she was home, she had showered and shaved carefully, hoping that he wasn't one of those guys who wanted a woman bare down there, and then spent a half an hour choosing a dress that looked good and, more importantly, came off easily. She felt his hand slide up from her waist to cup her breast. "You like them?" she asked. "I love them!" he responded. Never letting go of her, he turned her and pressed her legs back against the table. "I was just kidding about the table! It won't hold us!" "It doesn't have to hold us, just you," he said, as he gently pushed her chest backwards. Her hands flew back to catch herself, and moving quickly, he lifted upward on the back of her thighs, laying her flat. His foot snaked out and hooked the closest chair over and he dropped into it. "What?" "You know exactly what," he said with a grin as his hands gently but firmly forced her thighs apart. He leaned forward and kissed her right leg, just above the knee, then he kissed the left. Alternating, he slowly worked his way up each thigh two or three inches at a time. Her breath was coming quicker with each passing second and he could feel her quiver each time his lips touched her. When his mouth reached the apex and he laid the last kiss right on her exposed clit, she sucked in a breath of air and held it before giving a slight moan and spreading her legs wider. He brought his hand up her leg and coaxed a finger deep inside, surprised at how wet she was already. Turning his hand over, he began to stroke upward into her G-spot while running his tongue over the lips of her opening, ending each stroke with a light flick on her clit. Her moans began again as she rocked her hips lightly against him in time with his ministrations. Her breathing came faster and, as he finished another flick of her button, she panted, "There, right there, please!" He focused his attention on her clit and pressed harder with his finger inside her. A muscle tremor began in her body and he felt her fingers curl into his hair. He began to flutter his tongue against her and she began to shake. Her hips came up; her hand clenched in his hair, holding his head tightly against her; he felt her internal muscles begin to clamp down on him ... all as she gave a loud whimper of, "Oh, jeez," and surrendered herself to the orgasm. Finally, her hand gently pushed his head back, "Stop, stop, I need a break, sensitive." He sat up and looked at her flushed face, grinning broadly. She grinned back. "You're a keeper." She sat up and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her chest toward him and closing his mouth on one of her nipples, rolling it between his lips. "No," she said, pulling him off her by the hair, "not until you're naked." She scooted her butt off the table, reaching down to grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up over his head. She left him to disentangle his arms from the sleeves as she undid his belt buckle. He pulled her chin up and invaded her mouth with his lips and tongue while she continued blindly undoing the button and zipper on his shorts. Pulling free, she said, "Drop 'em." When he did, she stepped back toward him and wrapped her hand around his length. His moan of enjoyment was the mirror of hers earlier. "Your turn," she said and started to drop to her knees. "No. Please." She looked at him in surprise: what guy on the planet didn't want this? "It's been quite a while and I won't last the first time. I'd ... I'd rather be in you for our first time, please." She smiled at him tenderly. "Absolutely." She gently turned him by her handhold until he dropped back into the chair. Straddling his legs, she put her hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered herself down, rocking to get herself aligned properly. "Do we need a — " "I'm on the pill." Then she dropped her weight downward and pulled his face into her breasts. "Richard," she said, "just go for it this time! Don't wait for me. We have the rest of the weekend." **• • •** "Richard?" It was early Sunday evening and she was lying half-draped across his body. "Hmmm?" "I have a standing tennis game on Monday mornings. Three options. One, I can call around tonight and find a substitute. Two, you can hang out here while I play. Three, you can come and watch." He rolled over on his side to look at her. "Since you brought it up at all, I'm guessing that option one wouldn't be your choice." "Not first choice, no. We're a regular group and substitutes are little awkward. But I wouldn't be upset if that's what you wanted." "What would your first choice be?" "If it was entirely up to me, I'd choose option two: you stay here." She glanced up to see how he took that. "Part of me would be paying attention to you and it'd distract me." "Okay." He rolled back onto the pillow but she reached up and turned his face toward her with her finger. "Does it make any difference in your answer when I tell you that two of the four are guys and one of them is single and I've dated him?" He looked at her speculatively for a second without answering. "Two dates about a year and a half ago. I didn't sleep with him. By mutual agreement just friends now. His name's Jeff. As far as I'm concerned, you and I are absolutely exclusive unless and until one of us tells the other it isn't working out." "Then I guess it doesn't make any difference in my answer." She smiled and put her head down on his chest. "Would you like to come and have lunch with us after?" "You guys normally do lunch?" She nodded. "Nah then. Do your thing. I'll see you after." She shook her head. "They don't need four to have lunch. If you don't want to, then I'm going to come home after the game. I wouldn't mind showing you off a little, though." He chuckled. "Okay then." **• • •** A little while later, he said, "Will you tell me about Mr. Sunday?" "Who?" she asked, puzzled. He just looked at her, his expression serious and intent. She understood after a few seconds and her face got equally serious as she thought about his request. "His name is Greg. We dated for a couple of months, usually on a Sunday as you appear to have realized. I never slept with him, but I won't try to pretend it was a platonic relationship. I'm ..." she hesitated. "I'd rather not tell you any details. Not," she said quickly, "because there's anything I want to hide or am embarrassed about. It's more about respecting his privacy. Can you understand that? I'd do the same for you if we ever broke up." "Yes." "I was free that Sunday because I didn't say yes to any more dates with him, though I had already said yes to the baseball game. I ended it after the game, like I told you." Richard lay there not speaking for a while. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable but she could tell something was on his mind. Finally, "If I hadn't come along, would you still be with him?" "He's not a threat to you." "Well, I guess that answers the question." "Richard!" she exclaimed, a little nervous about being forced down a conversational path that could turn bad quite quickly. "Okay, yes, I probably would still be with him. I'm a normal girl. Greg was a nice guy and I liked him. We'd been dating a while. I like sex. Put those together and there you have it. He wasn't The One but I never thought I had to be a nun until that person came along. So ... yeah." "I thought you weren't sleeping with him." "I wasn't. But if you hadn't come along, it would have happened. Maybe Memorial Day. If not, then after the baseball game. I mean, since you seem to want full disclosure here, a month ago, when we were broken up, I was planning that day would be a weekend." "Broken up? Last week you said we had a fight when we didn't. Now you say we were broken up, which is the first I'm hearing about it. What the hell are you talking about?" So, she told him what she had heard and how she felt about it: the unwillingness to date a man who frequented prostitutes, the disappointment and hurt and, finally, the discovery that she was the one in the wrong and had made a serious mistake. "I see. I guess Ed blabbed." "No, Richard. Another cop was in the bar that night, knew you by sight, knew her by sight, and told me. Ed did blab, but it was later, to fix things. He's why I left you that note. I realized how unfair I had been not to hear your side of the story, even if it did seem like an open and shut case to me." She paused for a moment, rubbing her hand up and down his chest. "Richard, I'm embarrassed to ask this and I don't want to insult you, but if you — " "I didn't sleep with her, Randy," he cut her off. "When I said I hadn't had sex in months, I wasn't lying. If you talked to Ed then you know that all I did was buy her a drink." She sighed, reassured inside. "Again, I'm really sorry I judged you so unfairly." Richard said nothing; he was still trying to adjust to all that had been said. Miranda knew she needed to corral this conversation. She rolled up onto her elbow to face him, the sheet falling back from her. His eyes went down as her breasts came into view. "Eyes up here for one second, buster, then you can go back to ogling." He looked back at her face. "Richard, listen to me. I've had sexual partners before. If you hadn't come along then, yes, Greg would have been another. But you did come along! And even though I had already been seeing Greg for a while, seeing you caused me to hold back on taking things to the next level with him. By my second date with you I was already second-guessing where I had previously thought my relationship with him was headed! My subconscious knew long before I consciously realized it that you might be someone very special to me." She stroked her hand along his jaw. "Honey, if you're worried I'm still shopping, then stop! I'm with you. Exclusively. Period. Not a single regret beyond my Memorial Day fuck up." He digested this. "If I had come along a month later, would you have gone out with me?" She thought about that. "Not like I did, so casually. Somehow, we'd have had to get to know each other pretty well outside of dating because I wouldn't have gone out with you without breaking up with Greg first. I would never go behind someone's back once things had gone to that next level. But if I somehow did get to know you, the answer is yes." "I guess I was lucky." "I think we both were." **• • •** She came downstairs the next morning in tennis clothes to find Richard in his underwear and an apron, making an omelet. "Nice view!" she said, smiling. "I'm glad you're still here." He looked puzzled. "I don't work today." Her expression turned more serious. "I know but I wasn't totally, completely, one hundred percent sure after last night." "Oh." He turned back to the eggs, then spoke quietly. "I can't say I'm happy about another guy walking around that you have the hots for, but you didn't do anything that needs forgiveness. I'm not a fickle guy." "No," she agreed, "I know you're not. And it's 'had' not 'have' ... past tense ... you jerk! You're the only one I want now. However, on that subject, my tennis game is in an hour." "Yeah?" "It's only takes me fifteen minutes to drive there ..." She was still five minutes late to the game. **• • •** Everyone who worked in the diner, hell, everyone who knew him, started to notice that Richard had come more alive. He was relaxed and laughed more. Many who knew him also knew why and smiled to see the change. The biggest change that Ellen noticed, however, was that he started to drop his guard around her and, even more surprisingly, around Mike. He talked easily with them and casual references to their triangle didn't cause him to shut down the conversation. Nonetheless, it startled her the first time he suggested they drop by for a barbecue, just the two of them without the whole group. Mike, Ellen and Miranda were sitting under the patio umbrella. Richard was inside making some hamburger patties. Mike looked over at Miranda and, with a slightly pompous air, said, "God, I love seeing him like this. I really want him to be happy but, for the last three years, he's only been half-hearted in realizing that there are other fish in the sea, including the right one for him." Miranda looked over at him. "He should get his ass in gear and throw his line back in the water, so to speak?" "Well, sorta, yeah." He laughed. "You landed a great one with Ellen..." "That I did!" he interjected. "...and maybe I'm not a bad catch for him?" "I've got to say, Miranda, you two seem great together." Miranda stared coolly at Mike, not saying another word. He looked at her quizzically, finally asking, "What?" She shook her head slowly. "Nothing. Just trying to decide if you're an asshole or just plain stupid." You could have heard a pin drop. Ellen's eyes opened wide and Mike's jaw literally dropped open. "What do you mean?" he finally managed. "Well, first a piece of advice: being compared to a fish isn't the most flattering of references for a woman. But I'll assume it was just an awkward choice of metaphor. "And I guess I'm little surprised you feel qualified to pass judgment on his efforts at catching women given that he landed one hundred percent of the women sitting here and you haven't, but that's also not a big thing. "I'm a little more bothered by the fact that you also feel entitled to pass judgment on me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm about the best thing out there for Richard — no offense, Ellen." "Absolutely none taken." "But the thing that really gets me is that ..." She paused, trying to gather words. "If I stick with your metaphor: from where I sit, Richard had thought his fishing days were over 'cause he thought he already had a good catch." She stopped and turned to Ellen. "Hon, I'm implying absolutely nothing about you by that. Based upon what I've heard, you did the right thing all the way. No offense?" "Still none." "It turned out he was mistaken and he had to regroup and get back in the fishing boat. Which he did and, as I pointed out, ended up with the best damn catch, for him, that there was. "So, Mike, you can sit there and smugly allow as how it's great that Richard got off his ass and found himself a nice little woman, but here's my question for you: had the roles been reversed, what would we have seen about you, both then and now? I'm thinking Richard came out looking pretty damn good back then. And quite frankly, he's still looking that way now as witness the fact that you two are sitting here drinking his liquor and eating his food. So, think about that and get back to me in between bouts of smugness." She stared at him challengingly for a while. He sat there shocked. Miranda shrugged and addressed Ellen. "I'm glad I've met you, Ellen, really I am. Not only because you're so important to Richard — and that matters to me — but also because I like you and, quite frankly, respect the hell out of you. So, if you want to chew into me here in defense of your guy, I won't blame you in the slightest." Ellen shook her head again. "Nope. I think he needs to dig himself out of this one on his own. Why don't the two of us go help Richard get dinner ready?" "Sounds good." They stood. Mike blurted out, "Wait!" They turned to him. "I'm not smug about it." Miranda waited, her face neutral. Mike shook his head. "I'm not. "It's guilt. I couldn't help the way I felt or the way Ellen felt, but he was my best friend and I took something of his. So, I talk shit sometimes to cover up how uncomfortable I am. I don't mean it that way; it just comes out because I don't know what else to say or how to say it." Miranda took a sip of her beer. Finally, she nodded. "I can understand that." She took another sip while Mike waited. "But maybe you're looking at this the wrong way." "What do you mean?" "Way I see it, only peckerwoods *take*" — she emphasized the word — "a woman or think that they own her. I don't see you as part of some biker gang where women are property. Somethin' I don't know about you, Mike?" "What? No, but ... wait ... what are you talking about?" "Then maybe you need to consider that you didn't take anything from Richard. He saw his way clear to step aside because, in his eyes, it was the right thing to do. Mostly because he loved Ellen. But, partly I'm guessing, because he cared about you, too. Nobody *took* nothing from no one as far as I'm concerned, and I'm pretty sure Richard never thought so. "Anyway, I need to pee." As she walked up the steps to the back door, she turned back, "Just so you know. I'm leaning toward stupid, not asshole." As they were leaving, Ellen grabbed Richard and said fiercely into his ear, "Richard Thomas Mason, you deserve that woman more than anyone I know." She leaned in unexpectedly to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and wrapped her arms around him briefly. Mike caught his eye and nodded with a slightly sheepish look on his face. "What was that about, Randy?" Richard asked when they had left. "I have no idea," she replied innocently. "Are you all right? "Yeah, why?" "You went stiff as a board when she hugged you." "I guess I was a little embarrassed because she's my ex and you were standing right there." She said, "It's cool. I own your ass now," and giggled. **• • •** "Have you ever shot a pistol?" she asked over breakfast one Monday. "No, I shoot a shotgun a bit and I've used a rifle a couple of times, but never a pistol," he answered. "Why?" "I was thinking about going down to the range for a little practice later this morning. I have to do my annual qualification next week. I have a second pistol if you want to come along." "Yeah! That would be fun." "Okay, breakfast here first or the diner?" "How 'bout breakfast here second?" he said with a grin. One that got wider when her expression heated to match his. **• • •** The paper target travelled back on its wire and Miranda leaned into the port behind him to see. "Hey, all in the black; even that one nicked it. Not bad for your first time out. I didn't do that well the first time I shot." He grinned. "Thanks. I wonder if it's good enough to get me into the police academy?" "What?" she asked in shock. "Yeah, I was thinking maybe I could become a cop. You know, strong and silent, serve and protect, something you chicks might really dig." She realized he was pulling her leg and punched him in the arm. "Dude! The only things keeping me around are your omelets. You need to keep practicing those." He laughed and pulled her in for a quick kiss, eliciting a chuckle from another shooter walking by. She shook her head in exasperation and moved back to her position. She was about to place her headphones over her ears when she heard the quiet voice. "I'll make you omelets any day. I love you." She froze for a second, then settled the headphones and picked up her weapon. Without turning, she said in an equally quiet voice, "He tells me at a shooting range! Jeez, Randy, you sure know how to pick 'em. Why couldn't you have fallen hopelessly in love with a guy who learned something from watching romcoms?" **• • •** Richard's birthday later that summer fell on a Saturday. The family party had been postponed because Charlie's Boy Scout troop had picked that weekend for a hike along the C&O Canal and, as a new Tenderfoot, he was dying to go. Instead, Miranda was going to take some personal hours and leave work early. Mike, Frank, Dave and their spouses were going to come over in the late afternoon for drinks and dinner. But she got called in on an abuse situation where they wanted a woman present. "I'll be there as soon we get her settled," she said when she called, "probably just a couple of hours. The lieutenant understands the situation." "That's fine, honey," he said flatly. She grimaced to herself. He had been uncharacteristically moody early in the week, halfway between depressed and irritable, mostly about a training seminar she had attended at the end of the week. She was smart enough to hear what wasn't being said and cursed the scheduling that pulled her away for three days at a time that might always remind Richard of a woman he loved leaving him. She'd made no comment about it though and, as she was leaving early Wednesday morning, he had hugged and kissed her. "I'm sorry. I've had my head up my ass this week. I'm sure you wanted to tell me it was your job and I should just deal with it. It's just some stuff I'm going through and nothing to do with you. I'm sorry and I love you." She had smiled and kissed him again. "I love you, too. I'll be back Friday and we'll have a great weekend." And now this. So, the grimace. This really wasn't the day for a call that pulled her away. There was no helping it, however. A woman with two fractured ribs and a black eye took precedence, regardless of how much she wanted to be with Richard. "Try to have a good time, and I'll be there as soon as I can." He spent the afternoon with the other six quietly listening to their chatter, smiling vaguely when they tried to include him in the conversation. As it got nearer to dinner time, he made excuses to go inside and prep things. He turned away all protestations that it was his birthday and he should just sit. "No, no, no. I'm fine. I like doing this. Go enjoy the conversation and leave the cooking to the professionals." They'd finally given in and gone back to the lounge chairs, but none of them failed to notice that there was no real sparkle in his eye when he said it. When he came out with the stuff for the grill, he just waved at them and went over to where the grill was on the other side of the pool. "What's he so glum about?" asked Carol quietly to the others. "Are he and Miranda fighting or something?" Ellen shook her head. "No. He's always upset on his birthday." "Well, that's odd. He's not old enough to hate them, yet." Ellen and Mike looked at each other. She said quietly, "It was three years ago on this very day that Richard says he made the decision to let me go." The patio went quiet. No one spoke but the air was pregnant with the questions no one wanted to ask. "You probably know the gist of it. I don't know, maybe you know the whole thing." Heads were shaken, especially by the women. "Mike and I never cheated on Richard, not once. I wasn't even going to leave him; I took the 'forever' part of my vows seriously. "But somehow, he found out how I felt, that I had fallen for Mike and Mike had fallen for me. I guess it happened shortly before his birthday. I don't know how. He was quiet that day, but I just thought he was tired. You guys took him on that fishing trip early the next morning, and I came downstairs to signed divorce papers and a letter telling me he loved me and wanted me to be happy." "Holy shit!" Cathy breathed. "Yeah," Ellen said ruefully. "And every year I guess he's reminded of it and just gets this way. It makes me feel so guilty that what's supposed to be his day is one of the worst of the year for him because of me. It doesn't help that he didn't get to see Charlie and that Miranda isn't here." "Well then," said Carol, "we'll just have to do something about this. Hey, you three lunkheads are supposed to be his best friends. How 'bout you step up to the plate here?" "Yeah, David," Cathy chimed in. "Get in there." "Uh, I don't perform well under pressure," he said. "That's what she said," Frank muttered *sotto voce*. David punched him in the arm. Frank punched him back. Richard looked across the patio and smiled wanly at the horseplay. "Okay, wiseass," David said. "If you're such a funny guy, you do it." Frank looked over at his friend standing by the grill. "Well ..." "Frank, if you could just get him to laugh, really laugh," Ellen said, "I would be so happy I could ... well, I don't know ... but, please, would you try?" "Well," he said again, hesitantly, "It looks like a pretty tall order." "Please? You get him to laugh and I'll give you a kiss that will knock your socks off!" "Wow!" He wiggled his eyebrows. Carol smacked him but she was laughing as she did it. "Hey, wait a minute!" Mike said indignantly, but he was smiling, too. "Why does he get all the incentive?" Dave broke in. "What if I make him laugh?" "Okay, the first one that makes him laugh!" "Deal!" said Frank and Dave together. Mike put on a pouty face. "Don't I get a vote in who she's smooching?" "No," Carol said. "Put on your big boy pants and take one for the team. If you don't want her to kiss one of these idiots, then make sure you win." Mike just shook his head, but everyone knew he wasn't upset at his friends. They tried hard. They really did. But jokes only got a smile or a groan. Humorous gossip about people around town only caused him to shake his head. Finally, they were trying too hard and it became obvious. "What's going on guys?" Richard asked. "You just seem a little down." Frank answered. "Nah! Relax. I'm just a feeling a little quiet. Nothing's wrong. Wish I'd seen Charlie but I'm good." Glances flickered back and forth between the other six. Nobody believed a word he said but it seemed that they had to accept the situation. Talk went back to being quiet. Frank took one last stab at it. "Damn, dude, it's your birthday and, I don't care what you say, you're way too serious." He lowered his voice to a loud stage whisper. "Wanna blow this popcorn stand, hit a titty bar, and get hammered?" Dave and Mike grinned. Carol rolled her eyes. The other two women chuckled. Richard snorted. "Somehow, I'm thinking that being dragged drunk out of the clutches of a stripper by Miranda, as in Police Officer Patterson, as in Police Officer Patterson Who Carries A Gun And Knows How To Use It, might not be a smart move on my part." "Hey, who's taking my name in vain here?" Miranda popped open the fence gate and walked out onto the patio. "Hi, hon." Richard stood up and gave her a quick kiss. Miranda looked at Frank. "So, from what I heard when I came up to the gate, it sounds like there's a suggestion to move this shindig to a locale characterized by women of a more, shall we say, interestingly-clad nature. Is there something wrong with this party?" "Only that Mr. Mason here is quite the Gloomy Gus and the whole party has become way too serious to be considered a birthday bash." "He is? He's ruining things?" she said. Turning to Richard, she put a scowl on her face and shook her finger under his nose. "Bad boy! Bad!" she scolded. "No nookie for you!" Richard stared at her for a moment and then burst into laughter, followed by everyone there. Wiping his eyes, Frank broke into more laughter. "But, Ellen, you said the first person ..." He trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Ellen looked startled and then turned red. "What does that mean?" asked Richard quizzically. Frank couldn't stop laughing. The redder Ellen got, the more he had to hold his sides. Dave started chuckling, too, and the others were fighting grins. Finally, Frank choked out, "Ellen said she'd kiss — a knock-your-socks-off kiss I might add — the first person to make Richard laugh." "Hey!" Richard said. Miranda looked around at everyone and back to Richard. Then she turned and faced Ellen. "And now she's welching on the deal?" She grinned challengingly. Ellen stared, nonplussed, for a second and then stood up. "I've never welched on anything in my life." She stepped up to Miranda and put her arms around her neck, cupping the back of her head. Pulling her gently forward, Ellen lowered her lips onto Miranda's. Miranda's arms went around Ellen's waist and the two women's bodies melted into each other. For about five seconds the other six watched in astonishment as the prize was paid off. There were a few tentative touches of lips and then mouths closed on each other and tongues were very clearly involved. Finally, Miranda stepped back and said, "Whoo! I wish I smoked. I think maybe I need a cigarette now." "Jesus Christ on a skateboard!" said Frank. Ellen was still blushing a deep red but she turned to the others and said gamely, "Feel free to close your mouths now. The show's over." She flopped down in her chair and hefted her beer bottle, scowling at how empty it was. "Someone get me a beer." She paused a moment when no one moved. "God damn it! *NOW* !" she yelled. The spell broke and everyone started laughing. Mike asked, "Who else needs another?" "Happy Birthday, honey," Miranda, putting her arm around Richard's waist and giving him a hug. She swiped his beer and gave him a push. "Go put on some better music and make me a steak. I'm starved!" He turned to go, a grin plastered across his face. Ellen watched Richard walk away and then looked over and met Miranda's eyes. The women smiled at each other and raised their bottles in a toast. **• • •** Miranda and Richard were lying in bed one evening in late August. "The Police and Fireman's barbecue is in two weeks," she said. "Wanna go?" "Sure. What's it like?" "Well, a beer tent, a pig roast, a beer tent, a burger and hot dog stand, a beer tent, pizza, a beer ... you get the idea." He laughed. "There are some games, mostly for the kids, a couple for adults. I'm in for the Clay Shoot every year." "What's that like?" "It's teams of three people. It's like a relay. You shoot until you miss and then the next person on your team steps up. Once all three have missed, you're out. Last team standing wins. A lot of us join in and have a blast." "Anyone can join, or just police and fire fighters?" "Anyone over eighteen." "That sounds like fun." "Yeah. I'm determined to get second place some year, or at least third." "Second?" "Well, first place always goes to this one team, they're just too good, but we got fourth last year. Ed tells me I'm dreaming. I want to make him eat those words! I don't know, though. We got a little lucky last year, and I may have let my trash talking get out of hand. I ended up betting him about this year." "What's the bet?" "A bottle of Scotch. If we do better than fourth, I win. If we do worse, he wins. If we take fourth again, we drink it together." "Ooh. Tasty!" She laughed. "Mostly I just want to see the trophy at the station. I don't know why; it's just become a thing." **• • •** One of her fellow officers walked up to her at the barbecue. "Hey, they're calling the start of the shoot, Miranda." "Thanks, Jake." "Hey, hon," she said, walking over to where Richard was chatting with Ed, "the Clay Shoot is starting soon." "Oh, cool. Let me go get my shotgun." "What? Oh," she looked anxious. "What?" "Uh, Richard. We already have three. Oh God, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you wanted to do this," she said. "Oh. When you said a bunch of people joined in, I thought ... well, I thought it would be fun." She was quiet for a moment, and then said, "Look, let's find some other people and make another team. Ed, how about you take my place with Jake and Paul, and I'll go with Richard?" Before Ed could answer, Richard spoke up. "No, hon, you already agreed to be on their team. They're counting on you, right?" She nodded uncertainly. "Okay then. Don't sweat it. It's no big deal." She still looked uncertain but he was smiling. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a quiet "Thanks" before going to get ready. She turned back, "Ready to hand me that bottle of Balvenie, Ed?" Ed just waved her off good naturedly. After a moment, Ed looked at Richard and said, "If you really want to do it, I can probably borrow a gun and we find someone else to do the same." "You don't mind?" "Nope. Let's go get your gun and then see who hasn't had too much beer." They walked over to Richard's car. He unlocked the trunk and pulled out a gun sleeve. "What is it?" Ed asked. "A Trap Grade Winchester Model 12. It was my dad's." "Nice. Nothing fancy but there's a reason they sold millions of them." Richard grabbed a satchel full of shells. Ed reached in a scooped one out. He looked at it and said, "Reloads." "Yep, cheaper that way. An ounce and an eighth of #7½ shot," Richard said absently. Then he looked up at Ed, "That's okay, isn't it? I figured that was a pretty standard load. It's what I use in trap." Ed looked back, "Sure. No rules on loads. Just has to be 12 gauge. You shoot trap?" "Yeah, it used to be my Sunday activity before I met Randy." "Every Sunday?" "Well, I miss a week here and there, of course. But I'd get in at least a case most weeks except when it was freezing outside." Ed's mouth quirked in a smile. "Five hundred a week? Almost every week? I'm thinking we might have a bit of a ringer situation here." "Wait! I never claimed not to know how to — " "Easy, easy," Ed tossed the shell back in the bag and put up his hands. "I'm not saying you did. But I'm also thinking that, from the way Randy talked, you never mentioned that you shot that much, either. Right?" "Well, we got distracted." Richard smiled to himself at the memory of how they got distracted, and also at the memory of the first time they said they loved each other. Ed's voice brought him back. "And you don't anticipate a lot of problem here, do you?" "Hey, I'm no superman at this." Ed looked skeptical, and Richard flushed. "Well, they're throwing from right beside the shooter instead of a trap house. That's sixteen yards closer than I'm used to, which makes this a lot easier. But everyone will have that advantage." Ed laughed. "You might not realize this but — everyone here? — this is the only time they do this. Other than being comfortable around guns in general, they suck! Handguns? Sure. No problem at all. Shotguns at tiny moving targets? Not so much. In fact, for most folks here this is the only time they fire them other than qualifying every couple of years, and the firemen don't even do that. Youngstown is the only team that has a real shooter and there's just one of him. Oh, I am so going to enjoy this! Bud, promise, not a word to anyone, especially Randy, before the shooting starts. Promise?" There were two rounds to accommodate the number of teams. Miranda's team was in the first group and made it almost to the end, but not quite far enough to have a chance at placing. She walked up to them and sighed. "Oh well, another bum year for Underwood. Youngstown is in the lead, of course. Might be New Kensington in second, depending on how the second group does." She noticed the shotgun lying on the picnic table next to Richard. "Ed and Stu here said they'd give it a try with me," he answered her unspoken question. "Hey, Stu," Miranda nodded at the other man sitting with them. She turned back to Richard. "I'm so sorry, hon. I wish I had known that you really wanted to try this." "Don't worry about it. We're fine." "Yeah," Ed added, "we'll just have a bit of fun till we get knocked out and then call it a day." **• • •** Crack! Just as it had for the last half hour, the crowd watched the little orange disk vanish into a puff of dust. Pretty much everyone had gathered around to watch and the cheering was loud. The announcer's voice cut through the noise. "Alrighty, folks. That's a hundred straight. Rules say that, if we're still tied at this point, we switch to doubles and it's sudden death." "What rules are those, Pete?" someone yelled. "The rules I just made up. This could go on forever and I want to eat," Pete yelled back smiling. Miranda's mouth was still hanging open figuratively as she watched the two orange targets go flying from the machine. Less than second later the first disappeared simultaneously with the crack of the gun, and she saw Richard's shoulders pivot smoothly while his left arm racked the slide, steady and track for a split second, then the second target vanished. Ten minutes later it was over. Ed patted the trophy and said, "Yep, this is going to look great in the station house." He looked over at Miranda and grinned slyly. "Mmm, Balvenie! Us guys are sure gonna enjoy it!" "What? It's not yours. First place is better than fourth place, you moron." "Oh no you don't! The bet was if Underwood won. Stu and I never even stepped up to the line. Underwood PD had nothing to do with this win. You lose, Miss Fifth Or Sixth Place, and I don't want to hear any weasel words." "Hey, Ed," Richard interjected, laughing, "seeing as how I'm okay with the trophy going in the station waiting room, maybe you could let her have a taste?" He added in a conspiratorial whisper that everyone could hear, "Please, man, I have to ride home with her." She stood there with her hands on her hips, trying to glare at Richard but failing rather miserably. "You have some 'splaining to do, Mister!" "Me?" She continued to fight her smile. Richard's opponent walked up. "Nice shooting, Richard." "Thanks, Carl. You too." "See you around the club?" "I'll try to make it this week." Richard looked back at Miranda. "Well, I may not have mentioned that I've been shooting trap since I was a kid." "Yeah," Ed chimed in, "and you did tell us he was decent with a gun, Randy. I just didn't realize that *wasn't* a euphemism." She whirled on him in outrage and everyone burst into laughter. **• • •** "You're in the dog house, Mister!" she said, putting her nose up in the air snootily, an effect somewhat spoiled by the grin twitching the corners of her mouth. "Dog house! You specifically told me you were dying to have that trophy. Like any dutiful boyfriend, I went out and laid what you wanted at your feet." "You didn't lay it at my feet because Ed wouldn't let it go. Still," she reflected, "you did give me what I want, which is good." "The path to any woman's heart is giving them exactly what they want as fast as humanly possible," he said with a straight face. "You just love treading on thin ice, don't you? That crack's gonna cost you. Let's see," she pretended to think, then flashed a dirty grin, "I think you're going to be living on your knees tonight." He grinned back. "I planned on it." "What?" "You said I'd be on my knees tonight. I planned on it." **• • •** "Oh my God! Yes. Yes, of course I will!" **• • •** Ellen looked out across the sea of expectant faces. "It's not very customary for a bridesmaid to stand up to make a toast. That's the job of the best man and the maid of honor. Our usual job is to look gorgeous and to dance with the groomsmen, if you can call what they do dancing." The audience smiled. "However, it's probably pretty unusual that a bridesmaid has made out with the bride, had a child with the groom, and is sleeping with the best man, so this is a special circumstance." The room erupted in laughter and she waited for it to die down. "Seriously though ..." she paused to look around the room at all their friends gathered together. "Miranda, I've been watching you with intent interest, almost stalker-like interest — " The room laughed and one of Miranda's friends yelled out, "Restraining order!" " — for the last year. You see, for over a decade your husband has been one of my very best friends, even in moments when he didn't realize it. He always will be. I love him dearly to this day and, I confess, I care so much about what happens to him that I can't stop feeling a little protective even though he doesn't need it. "Or want it!" she added with a smile as Richard made a face at her. "I wanted something for him, something very simple: a person who was the kind of woman that he was a man. She didn't have to be intelligent or nice or thoughtful or independent or loving or pretty." She paused while people looked puzzled. "She had to be intelligent *and* nice *and* thoughtful *and* independent *and* loving *and* pretty. "I wasn't certain when she would come along, but I had faith. There were moments of worry where I wondered if he would settle for less than he deserved, but I kept my mouth shut because it wasn't my business and, besides, I had that faith in him. "And then he met you, and right from the beginning, it seemed like the real thing for him. And so, I watched you: all those Sunday visits to the restaurant for brunch; the times Richard disappeared into his office for a phone call and how he looked when he came out. I very carefully watched how much Charlie liked you. More recently, the get togethers we've had and how our friends thought of you. "All I can say is, thank God he met you; thank God you said yes when he asked you out; and thank God that, when a bump in the road happened, you stayed on course. "You've left no doubt that everything, and everyone, including me, that came before were just amateur warm-up acts for the real deal, which was you." She turned. "Richard, it's only recently that I feel I can say what has been in my heart for years. Thank you. Not only for friendship, and happiness, and Charlie, and ..." Her voice caught for a second. "... and for Mike, but because you have treated me with more dignity, more courtesy, and ... yes ... more love than I ever had any right to expect. "A year ago, I was facing a man with a gun pointed at me, thinking it was one of the worst days of my life. Little did I realize that, when all was said and done, it would have been one of the best days of my life because it brought you two together. Because of it, you have a woman who deserves you and whom you deserve. "I love you both dearly and I know you'll be very happy." Amid the applause and cheers, Richard leaned over to Miranda and whispered, "This is perfect." She whispered back, "Wait until this shindig is over and I'll show you perfect." He laughed, "I hope you're not starting to lie to me now." **THE END**

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Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 19 Tags: clean, series, ongoing, dragon slayers, dungeons and dragons, half-elf, half elf, fantasy *Author's Notes: Hey there! If this is your first time checking out the series, you shouldn't have any problem figuring out where things stand with this chapter/volume, but if you like what you read, please consider taking a look at the first chapter (also on this site and my account). This chapter was brought to you by the very generous donations and patronage of fans of the series who help me buy food and warm socks so I can write smut for you! These wonderful people are the reason you're reading this, so please give them a thanks! Tristan Alonsis Asmund Bell Apothecary29 David A. Orodreth Drawkward* \*\*\*\*\* **Volume 3 Chapter 3 3 – Let the Hunt Begin** Briee was quiet; careful. She stayed at a distance, yo-yoing between a hundred paces and almost triple that. The pounding rain that tore through the dense canopy of trees did a lot to mask her scent, it even helped with some of the noise as she stumbled through the thick brambles and gnarled roots of a forest still trying to claim whatever tiny slivers of untouched earth remained. She was sure that the humans, slowed now by rain and the slurry of mud that had filled in the feeble 'road' parting the woods, would see her. But despite being in field plate and carrying her shield and sword, neither the humans or the lycan pack seem to pick up on her scent or the noise she made trudging through the mess of vegetation. The hunt was always to one's preferred skill set. Her father's children lived and, occasionally, died by those restrictions innate to any pact. They were expected to carry out their hunts in a prescribed manner, as though they were some kind of mindless automaton. It was ridiculous, even to Briee. The heavy blade at her belt and years of heavy weight training had ensured she was ready for just about anything, but forsaking tactics and adapting? Was that truly the way of the dragon? Briee watched over the rim of her red bandanna as the armored soldiers pulled their horses along the trail, trying to avoid the worst of the holes in the slick, muddy road where a rock had been washed away. The grey Alpha was trailing behind them in wolf form, ears perked forward and attentive despite his hair being matted down by constant rain and mud. His pack was only a few steps behind. They both had their own set of tactics, she imagined. Adaptable. Flexible. They also had obliviousness on their side. No one noticed the short girl in plate armor taking a breather in the shade of the tree. It was insulting in some way, she had come to the Beson forest to hunt down the legendary Corengi pack, to take a trophy that would prove to her father that she was worthy of his blessings, but here she was trailing a bunch of whelps and their human counterparts. Barely worth her attention if not for the horses. She missed meat. Real meat. Meat from the kind of animal she could give a running start to and actually *relish* the hunt. A dragon had to be patient, though. The year hadn't been in vain, she promised herself. She'd come a long way since her first night. She'd show her father that she wasn't 'too human' to contain the soul of a dragon. There was a dozen ways this could go, she mused. Something had spooked the Alpha bad enough to keep him at a distance, perhaps the only thing that made this group of soldiers interesting at all. Maybe it was one of the Corengi mixed among the soldiers. . . Yes! Why hadn't she thought of that sooner? They were notorious for taking human form among their intended victims and wreaking havoc among therm until the intended meal was so confused and frightened that defending themselves from the onslaught to come would be impossible. Briee closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in the wet earth smell of the forest. She opened her eyes slowly, leering at the precession for what felt like an eternity. She'd prove to her father she was worthy of a pact. She'd catch this lycan and sacrifice him-- in her father's name. Yes. Yes, she would be accepted. She would show him her true strength and she'd be rewarded for it. Briee swept her gaze over the line of soldiers and lycans once more, settling on one of the men near the back of the line. She mentally marked the first of many targets before the week was out. \# # # # Amaranth could have sworn she heard something but every time she turned or glanced, she couldn't make out any specific forms in the thicket. The trees were so densely packed that even the shadows seemed layered beyond the road. Elven night vision be damned, between the cold, hammering rain and gloom, she may as well have been blind. It was places like this that made people paranoid. Rumors, like the ones spreading through the solders' ranks didn't help anything, either. Talk of rustling noises in the camp at night or reports of men wandering about naked who, when confronted walked off into the forest and disappeared. She'd lost several nights sleep trying to catch sight of man, but so far he hadn't made an appearance when she was on guard. That wasn't to say there wasn't anything out there, no. She could feel a pull on the fringes of her soul; a tingling like the kiss of razor wire run flat along her skin. All told, it wasn't the worst that could have happened in this forest, but the toll the rumors were taking on morale was starting to become a tangible thing. Every night they made camp, every time the soldiers opened their mouths, there was a kind of edge. It was the sound of men too disquieted to focus and too macho to admit their fear. In the three days since her vicious and beautiful lovemaking with Richard, supplies had gone missing, more shadows had been seen moving about the camp than at a post-wartime brothel, and the general quality of life had decreased to the point that soldiers quietly complained about the sleeping rotations and reduced rations. Worse still, some openly bemoaned the fact that only Richard was allowed to sleep the whole night through. There was dissension among the soldiers and despite the sergeant at arms trying to curtail it, Amaranth could see the wariness in their glances and the anger in some of their voices when they'd murmur about how they were unjustly pulled from their families to serve a 'knife ear' mandate. But then, on the forth day of their trek, under a thick blanket of muggy heat and crushing boredom, someone uttered the phrase "Bet ol' Slant dropped a whisper in in his ear. His father'd never do that." Whether it was her hyper awareness in the face of danger or because that particular name had a history, Amaranth picked the conversation out among the din of insects and wildlife. The name had been something her 'friends' had called her when she was young, something their human parents had used to reference the rearward slant of her pointed ears without coming out and saying that she, a half-blood would never be truly accepted in a human city. Old hatreds died hard, and the elves didn't have many friends as it was, so seeing someone straddle the line between their races always made for a source of amusement. Or anger. Afterall, for her to have been born, both parents had betrayed the purity of their own race. It wasn't any of this that allowed her her position. It was fortune, having been given to a high ranking aristocratic family had kept her alive during the early years, but it didn't make her immune to the jabs of her peers. Still, the name set the hair on the back of her neck on end. She immediately turned, leaving her horse to stand as equally dumbfounded as Markus. The soldiers surrounding the Duke started to part, but for a split second there was that hesitation. "Who said it," Amaranth scanned the faces of the men. "Who's the soldier looking to make himself a serf among you." The men said nothing, they didn't even flinch. Richard gave her a shrewd look that told her she was treading dangerous ground, even now. It was too late for that, though. Amaranth pushed on, stepping into the gathering of men and horse. Her sharp amber eyes flit from face to face as though she could discern truth from a mere glance. She knew she couldn't, of course, but that didn't stop her from trying. "Speak up or I'll--" "You'll *what*, Dame Amaranth?" The sergeant at arms asked-- and that was when she realized it was his voice she had heard. Not wanting to loose the initiative, she didn't stop until she was within arm's reach. Before she could speak, he was already rising to meet her challenge, pale eyes dark and narrowed. "You have a job to do, Knight, do it and leave the handling of the men to me. It is what *your* Duke demands." She wasn't thinking clearly or she wouldn't have said something so stupid as, "I'm not challenging your authority to lead, but I won't stand for your disrespect of my character. You slander above your station, a crime punishable by death in any civilized society--" The men instinctively closed in, protective of their leader and almost immediately Amaranth saw the error in her judgment. Back peddling now would've been completely pointless, all that was left to her was to press down harder. For all the good it would do, she couldn't loose face now. "Your field command is superb, but a soldier knows when to fight and when to let cooler heads and better minds prevail. Know your place, sergeant." "Due respect, *Dame*, I think you've forgotten yours." "W--" "You were born to privilege and you got yourself a title, but you don't have the field experience. You haven't lead men in combat and bled along with them. Oh, you've no doubt mastered the fine art of looking good in a dress, m'lady, you might have earned the false respect of *humans*." His voice was tight as he closed the distance between them. "You might even be the envy of every lower noble in Beson, but out here you don't *get* to tell me what to say and do. I am the *only* authority." She opened her mouth with a retort that just wouldn't come. It died at her lips, not by her volition, but by the searing kiss of hot energy that told her her goddess was watching and she did *not* like what was going to come out. Not in front of her charge, she couldn't show that kind of emotion and she couldn't let him see her that weak. She bit back on the words and cooled herself as best she could before she spoke in a soft, icy chill. "If you think to impugn my character or my allegiance again, we will cross blades, Sergeant." His beady eyes fixed on her in a glare that was all parts challenge. But his body language was decidedly neutral, a fine show he put on for Richard and his men, neither conceding anything or looking the aggressor. The bastard even had the courage to smirk as she started to turn away. Quietly, she wondered to herself just what kind of penance she'd have to pay for pummeling the hell out of him. The last time she'd had such an 'episode', it'd taken weeks of cleaning the charity shelter's floorboards of blood moss to set things right with her patron. Of course, getting into a bar brawl with some random strangers and fighting the right hand man of the very person she was supposed to be protecting were vastly different crimes. Still, Amaranth mused, some things were worth doing. Someone had to clean the floors, it may as well have been someone who had the heart to do it right. \# That night after they had set up camp, Amaranth paced the perimeter in full view of the men with her head held high and the tiny glow crystal affixed to her pauldron in open defiance of the sergeant's orders for light discipline. They'd need to see her if whatever was out in the woods prowling around the camp saw her, anyway. Foolish, perhaps, but her quiet rebuke of the overbearing old man made her feel somehow more grounded. After a day of slogging through one mud hole after another and practically suffocating in the crushing humidity, it was her right to be a little obstinate. Besides, it felt *good*. It was liberating to be able to express her own displeasure with the narrow minded fop without sinking to his level and drawing her blade. Wholly, wonderfully, appropriate. As if the thought of his displeasure could conjure him from thin air, the old bastard and three soldiers stepped into the edge of the pool of light given off by her crystal. In the muted blue glow his face had a distinctly chilly and empty look that belied the strength in his voice when he said, "We'll take it from here." She wanted to object, to challenge him. Still, she knew better. Inviting distention wasn't her job and she still had a duty to carry out. She bit back on her anger and inclined her head slightly. The gentle tingle of warmth at the base of her spine was both a warning and reassurance from her goddess. She was doing what she had to do and being riled to fight him wasn't going to do anyone any good. Gods above there were times she wished she were a man-- or human-- or a human man. . . Amaranth flexed her hands as she stepped around the trio, wandering through the gloom until she got her bearings. She grabbed a piece of bread from the table in the middle of the inner circle but when she reached for her customary snack of cured mushrooms and nuts she stopped. Maybe it was the subtle pinch of the armor against her growing stomach or the tug of her goddess's guidance pulling at the base of her spine. After moment, and with some reluctance, she reached for the deer jerky instead. By the time she got to her little fold out chair, she had grown accustomed to the pull of her goddess and barely felt bothered by it any more. She was probably being reminded that she still had yet to pray, something she'd take care of after she ate. At least that was the plan until Markus approached with a smug little grin tugging at his lips. Knowing better than to ask what had put it there, she took a bite of her bread and choked down the tangy musk of the moss that had been used to extend the flour. Somehow that remained prefferable right up to the point where it was clear he wanted to talk. He squatted down a few feet and gave her a strange look at her choice of meals. When she didn't comment, he produced a flask and drank from it. "I ever tell you how much I hate Benson woods?" "Mmhm." She knew what was coming, hell, she knew he was right to be upset with her, but that didn't make it any more tolerable. Markus took another swig from his flask and offered it to her, gaze lingering in the muted light. It was a strange effect the way his eyes flickered in the darkness, as though some private joke was swirling about in his mind and he was preparing to tell it but hadn't found the words just yet. Slowly and without so much as a word of warning he leaned in towards her and murmured in a throaty voice that, even ten years on, still warmed her a little inside. It was a voice of strength and stability. "I think Syches is going to shit himself when we get back." He cast a surreptitious glance towards the sergeant at arms. "Don't think anyone's stood up to him since the battle of Brokenholm." Ammy continued to chew her bread, waiting for the hammer to drop. Another private smile lit his eyes. It occurred to her that she hadn't fallen into those eyes nearly enough over the years and even in recent months. She sighed to herself, swallowed and leaned forward. Before the words could touch her lips, though, he leaned up and kissed her tenderly. There were a lot of things that she hadn't done that she should have. Like reciprocating affections she didn't deserve. He hadn't forgotten what it used to be like, though, when life was simpler for both of them. He brushed her bangs back and laced the tip of his thick finger through her mane, even if it was braided at the back, there was enough that he could ruffle it the way he always loved to. Ruffle he did. He made a mess out of the crown of ruby hair only to gently comb it back with his fingers, tingling every sense in her scalp-- inch by inch he worked her hair back into a respectable display, sliding his hand back until he could cup her skull. Then and only then did he break the kiss. "Gah-" Ammy whispered. "I--" "Missed you." Her breath came in a tiny sip. "Huh?" "I missed you," he licked his lips and pulled back a little. "It's what you were going to say." "W-" was she? Gods, surely she *should* have. Amaranth looked down and away, nibbling into her lower lip as she tried to rally her courage. "Markus. . ." "Hm?" "W- What do you think will happen once we get there? We'll still need to make this trip back, assuming we're not killed, we--" "Ammy. . . Don't talk like that." She frowned. "You know it's true, a possibility at least." "See, the way I look at it," he casually plopped down to sit before her. After another sip from the flask he looked up at her. "He wants us to help the elves, the elves want us to help the elves. We get this little army mobile and he uses whatever magic thingamabob they gave him to signal-- then we all teleport back to the castle. Done and done." Amaranth eyed him dubiously. "I don't think teleport magic even exists, if it does, it's for the gods to use." "Sure it does. . . We're living it, wanna see?" "Uh," what the hell was he getting at? Ammy leaned back with a skeptical expression. In all her time with him she'd never managed to figure out exactly how his mind worked, but that never stopped her from trying. Especially in moments like this. "Sure. All right, show me." "Give me your hand," he held his out, still clad in his gauntlet. Amaranth took it lightly, still skeptical. "Of all the places in the world, you're going to propose to me here?" It was the human's turn to look at her oddly. They smirked in unison-- though hers was meant to relieve tension. His. . . His held something more serious. Something warmer. Markus turned her hand over, running his plated finger across her palm. "My mother was a seer, did I ever tell you that?" "No?" "Yeah, she was a gypsy. She used to work the Intrian strait going from town to town reading fortunes and telling people about who they'd fall in love with." His bright brown eyes turned from Ammy's. His voice was softer, a bare whisper but still every bit as powerful as his broad shouldered frame would indicate. "Came at a price, though." Amaranth let his finger wander for nearly a minute as it traced meaningless symbols on her glove. His hand wavered a bit when he finally pulled up to her wrist, seemingly finishing the symbol. "What price was that?" "Well," the man looked up to her. "The person who's fortune she read would usually wind up loosing someone important to them. Price for knowing fate, she'd say-- something about the future that might have been having to be paid for by the future that once was." He stilled for a moment, drew a breath and swallowed. "Ammy. . ." A sudden chill rippled through her. A sharp sense of impending danger and the razor wire feeling wrapped around her throat. Choking the life from her. Blackness. Hatred. A void where light and life went to die. Negative space in a world of plenty-- Just like that, it was gone. Amaranth whipped her head around. "H- Holy mother--" "Uh-- No? Wait- what's wrong?" "Someone's here," she whispered. "Some *thing* is here." The two knights were on their feet in a second. Amaranth stilled her senses by reflex, drawing in the ambient feeling of the area, trying to pick out specific sensations, feeling for the void again in the way one would check a hot stove. With some searching, she found it to the northeast. Two steps towards the faint sensation and she felt it become a tangible thing-- it was a hole in the natural flow of the forest. Her link to the natural essence of the world wasn't preternatural, more of a combination of her paladin training and the limited blessings she had and her own elven heritage, but she could get the most vague sense of power from it. It was a power unlike anything she'd ever sensed. It was overwhelming. Black and horrible and just *empty*; a place where magic and life itself just didn't exist. Physically *couldn't* exist. What the hell was it? Amaranth gave Markus a look and nodded to the woods. "There." "Go get Syches," he whispered. Was he mad? "I can't leave you here-- you can't feel it like I do." "You can't fight it like I can," he shot back. "I'm not some weak--" she bit her tongue. This wasn't a damned show. "Come on, we'll both go. . ." "You're kidding-- Look, just go get him." His smile was quick and reassuring but petulant all the same. They both knew he was right, he had more combat experience, but that didn't mean she was incapable. She couldn't loose face now, could she? Pride was one thing, but she had a child to think about now, too. Ammy grit her teeth and turned to collect the old bastard. She jogged with lead-heavy feet, her heart punching its way into her throat with each breath; this could have been it, another chance to prove herself by putting steel to flesh. Maybe orcs- maybe lycans- maybe elves. Her mind reeled until she saddled up to the sergeant at arms. It took her a second to collect her voice. Gods, when had she gotten so out of shape? She used to be able to run for leagues. "Something's circling the camp." "What? How do you know? What did you see?" "Felt. There's something prowling out there--" He scoffed. "Don't waste my time, girl. We have--" "*I* have a sense beyond what you can comprehend. Bring a hand full of men, we're being probed." Ammy, having already heard enough of his bullshit jogged back to the other side of the camp with her sword drawn. Along the way she whispered for the men to go draw in around Richard's tent. Of course, they wouldn't, but if there was any chance, she had to try. When she finally made it back to Markus with her breath short and ragged, she skittered to a stop, eyes darking back and forth. The sensation was gone. Not only was there no impending sense of doom, there was actually a remarkable sense of calm about the entire forest. Like it was holding its breath in preparation for something. "Shit," she whispered. "Well?" Markus eyed the darkness over the tip of his blade. "Where is it?" "It's gone," Ammy took a step towards the ring of the forest. "It's not there." Of course, it was at that moment that the sergeant of arms found them. He stepped right up beside the half-elven knight and surveyed the woods before speaking in a low voice. Clipped. Professional. "I see nothing, Dame. . ." "It-- it's gone. It was here, but it's gone now. . . Maybe it heard us." "Or maybe it wasn't anything at all. Maybe the woods are bringing out the fey in you--" Markus shot him a look, "watch yourself." His voice was sharp, strong, angry even. Still caught in the heat from his sudden burst of anger, neither Ammy nor the sergeant had time to react as the man closed the distance, muttering in that same sharp tone. "I'm going to tell you this once and only once, she's a *paladin*. If she says she saw something, or felt something or whatever, she did. I've known her all my life and--" "Stand down, knight-- you two," he said to his soldiers. "Scout the line, stay in sight." AS the soldiers started off to the woods he turned his attention to the knights. "What is it you felt, then? Hm? A dancing satyr frolicking around? Or, maybe, just maybe, you saw yourself a hunter like the black arrow clan. I bet it was the light they saw," he moved to reach for her pauldron and she juked to the side. "You don't belong out here, girl, you're going t'get someone killed." Markus started only to trail off when Amaranth positioned herself between them. "I know what I felt. It was-- . . . it was an absence of something. A hole in reality or something. We just need to be careful and--" "My men will handle it. Go look after the Duke. At least that you should be able to handle." "Has anyone ever told you that your attitude is about as pleasant as a badger tumbling down hill?" Amaranth glanced to the edge of the clearing once more, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever was out there. "We'll *handle* it. You two have absolutely no idea what you're doing when it comes to real combat. You're barely done suckling off your mother's--" "I'll go look for it, I can find it. I can sense it, Markus can track it." "You'll get killed, not that I'd mind, but we have a trip to make and I've got people to look after. You're not dragging us all down with you--" Amaranth, unable to refuse the challenge, piped up. "What's going to happen--" her voice died with the sharp stinging kiss of leather as the sergeant slapped her. She didn't hesitate. She attacked him. A heavy blow to his chest plate sent spears of pain up her arm and set herself up for a perfect follow through which he was happy to deliver. His wide fist crashed into her right eye socket like a hammer. The pain was joined quickly by absent shouting of men. Closer and closer. The sergeant juked to the side and moved to grab her by the braid, trying to manuver his arm around her throat. Markus was behind her in an instant, though. He blocked the old bastard's attempt to get her in a bar, nailing him in the ribs with a knee and sending them both sprawling to the ground. On the list of ways to handle a situation this definitely wasn't high on it, but it was too late for any of them; Ammy wasn't about to give up face when she was in the proverbial dirt and neither was he apparently. They tousled left and right trying to gain leverage on one another, she managed to get her weight situated to straddle him but the old man was slippery even in full plate and she soon found herself slamming into the dirt on her side. There was no way she was going to let this happen. She couldn't. She'd fought too damn hard to earn her place and she wasn't about to let him take it-- Amaranth gritted her teeth and pivoted, pushing her weight to the side and outstretching one plate clad leg, nearly pulling full splits to leverage her weight from under him. She shoved off, hooked her leg around his upper body and arched backward in her armor, forcing his neck into a clamp between her thigh and calf. In the muted light she could see the surprise in his eyes. "Tap out!" She ordered. Then it all went to hell when she heard Richard's thunderous voice split the cat calls and murmurs of the men who'd gathered around to watch the spectacle. "What the *hell* do you two think you're doing?" Still locked in against one another, neither one of them turned their attention to their ruler, intently focused on one another. "Tap out," Amaranth growled softly. "You were defeated by your better. Admit it." Richard parted his soldiers easily. As his would-be defenders continued their altercation he closed the distance and, without even a shred of effort, grabbed Amaranth's leg and pried it from around the sergeant's neck, forcing her leg back almost to the point where she was about to do the splits. She tried to slip out from under the heavy man but it was no use and he soon landed another blow to her face, this one much closer to her slender nose. Her head slammed into the mud sending a blur of stars across her vision. In the next moment, though, the weight on her chest lifted and Richard booted him off of her. She stared up at the sky for a moment before Richard let her go, his gaze squarely on her face as he addressed them all. "We're in hostile territory and I find my two brightest playing around in the dirt like weasels? What would my father have said?" He let go of Amaranth. "But--" Marcus started. "You. Marcus. . . You, I expected more of, too. We're more than half way there, you can keep it together until then, can't you?" Silence. "*Can't you*?" "Yes my lord. . ." Syches was the first one to speak, followed by Markus's quiet affirmation. When his gaze settled on Amaranth there was a flicker of irritation that stung more than her swollen left eye. He simply shook his head and turned to his tent. "Get some sleep. Take a fifty security rotation tonight. . . Markus, Amaranth. You two get some rest, too, I'll take your shifts." "M- My lord, no." "Don't argue with me," he looked back as he took a blade from the dining table. "It's clear I've been imposing more than my share. So, starting tonight, I'll take watch every third day. You two go get some sleep. . . Sergeant, you too." "My lord-" "Don't," he said as he held up his hand. "I'll not have those under me think me a tyrant or a coward. All of you not on watch, get some rest. We'll move out in the morning." With that, the young man wandered off to patrol, much to the chagrin of the soldiers. They weren't so chagrined, though, that they couldn't spend the time to help their leader up. Markus helped her up while keeping an eye on the sergeant at arms, neither of them broke eye contact but Amaranth edged around to her tent, too tired and irritated to deal with the fallout of what had happened. She might have lost respect in the eyes of the men, maybe even Markus, but she couldn't just let that go unchallenged, could she? As she slipped into her tent quietly, mildly surprised to hear Markus rustle in behind her a moment later. She furrowed her brow, half between telling him to leave and thankful that he was there. She decided it would be better if he was there and poked her head out to see if anyone had seen him. Richard was looking at her from near the food table. His eyes flashed a soft orange when the light caught them. He turned away with his sword set on his shoulder lazily. . . What was that look he'd given her, though? There had to have been something to it, but something she couldn't discern. Something. . . Did he know about she and Markus? She sighed. "Whatever. . ." The throbbing in her skull and eye socket gave her plenty of other things to worry about, she could mend things with him later when it was more appropriate or. . . Or she could-- She sighed again. She still needed to figure out who's child it was, either one of them could have been the father, after all. Markus stepped up behind her and gave her a gentle hug. "C'mon, let's get that can off and get you cleaned up." "N- No. I'll. . . I'll take care of it." "Huh? Ammy, come on, I can--" "It's fine. . . It's fine. I just need a bit to get my armor off and cleaned up." Markus frowned a little at her, but she slipped off to grab her basin and a towel, muttering to herself. "I'll just go back to my tent, then--" "No!" Amaranth cleared the distance between them, clutching his arm. "No. . . Please, I'm sorry, I'm just... Wound up." "Heh. Yeah, look at you." He cupped her chin gently. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." For the first time in a long time, Amaranth felt the knot between her shoulders ease slightly. She wanted to believe in his acceptance, so much so that she touched his hand with a sad smile. Could he possibly deal with the idea of being a father? Might... possibly.. . Gods it was enough to drive someone to drink. In lieu of a stiff drink, she wrapped her arms around the human man and sighed into his shoulder. "I love you." "I love you too, Ammy. . ." He held her close. "I always will." *I hope so. . . gods do I hope so.* \# # # # Amaranth awoke in the bathing in Markus's warmth with her chest pressed to his back, a steady trickle of early morning sunlight filtering in through the crack in the flaps. There was an eerie, pervasive silence and for just a moment she thought she might have been dreaming of her own private world. That dream was shattered when the flap burst inward and a soldier carrying something the size of a kick ball filled her tent. He was shouting something. Angry, accusatory shouts that sounded leveled at her but Ammy could barely hear it. She was too focused on the kick ball sized thing. It was a human head. A man's lifeless eyes gaped at her through a bloodied veil of his own hair. It was sergeant Syches's head.

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Title: My werewolf life Chapter 1 by Sissthiath Blackfang Tags: Other, Video Games, Werewolf, kid, pack Chapter 1. It was night time and I was leaving work my boss said to me. "Have a good night Dave I'll see you tomorrow. Drive safe." She smiled. "Thanks Crystal you do the same as well" I said. With that I left and headed to my truck. As I pass through the main hall way of the hospital leading the car garage I pass sick people and werewolves. The ones who are werewolves always look at me and do small nodes. I nod back at them and I keep moving on. I never liked hospitals because it's sad and a depressing place but when you work there you move pass it and try to help the passions as much as you can. I come to the car garage and head to were my truck. I final come to my truck and press my unlock button on my key ring. AS I climb in my truck I heard an ambulances heading into the ER garage. How I remember helping out with that. I started my vehicle and backed up heading on home. The reason I had a truck was I live out in the middle of nowhere. It was an hour later and I finally got home. The lights were off and I found that odd at 10 at night. So I went in and I sat my stuff down close by the door putting my keys on the hooks. I go into the kitchen to find a note. Daviey, I forgot to let you know I'll be gone for a while. My mother is very sick and I must go help her out at her time of need I'll be home in two weeks. I love you and I left food in the deepfreeze to help you out for the next two weeks. Take care. Love, Emily. I set the note out on the table and decided since my wife is gone to go have fun as a werewolf again. I started taking my clothes off and put them in the dirty laundry for me to clean later. I head on outside and transformed into the beast I am. I stood there and howled. A few seconds and ran off to the woods. With my medialin I contacted my friend Silver. Asking him what is he doing. So I get a fast responce and what is he doing. Playing World of Warcraft. How I never understand him and that game. So he decides to join me and hang out. He knows I don't get many chances to be a werewolf since I never wanted to show people that I am one. So I meet up with my friend back at my house again as we head. I smile. "Sorry I been so busy you know I am with my job. So how have you been? Have not talked to you for a while." "I'm doing just fine. You know playing WoW and running the pack. But other than that I'm doing fine. How's come you're a werewolf now again. You go out public now?" I gave a smile with sigh. "Well my wife is gone right now her mother is sick and will be gone for two weeks maybe more I don't know yet. All I know is two weeks. I still have to work as a human but now I can be a wolf again. I forgot how different I am. My red fur has faded away a little I used to be redder then this." "Well you still look nice little brother. It doesn't matter how you look as a werewolf or human so as long you have a mate that loves you and friends and family is all that matters. So anyways what do you want to do?" "I don't really know at the moment. What do you want to do?" "Well we can go up to the lake where the others are at. You have not seen them for a long time." "Hey why not it is nice to see the gang again." Silver and I headed on out and sprinted on all fours to the lake. We entered the woods and sprinted threw as we came to the lake. I stopped panting as I stood there still on all fours. As silver walked and sat down next to the others. I finally got my breath back. "Man I need to get out more." I look up to see the gang smiling at me. "Silka Monta everybody." "SHADEY!!!!!!" Kira said. She ran up to me as I got on my knees and gave her a big hug. "Well hey there. How have you been?" She giggled and smiled. "I'm good. Guess how old I am." Kira said "Let me see your five now?" She smiled and shook her head yes. "Yes, I'm five now." She said with a cute smile "Well that's great you starting to become quite the werewolf now are you." I smiled. She blushed and ran up to Silver. She is Silvers second child. Silver held her as she was just being a kid. I come over and smile. "Sorry I have not seen you guys for a long time I would come see you all more often but I don't want my wife knowing I'm a werewolf and along with the world right now." "It's ok I understand what you mean." Liki said. Liki was a child born way in the past when lycans were prisoners of the vampires. With the help of Silvers first born named Lycan helped have Liki here with us today. Liki was also the one who turned me. Calynn she liked to be called came up and gave me a big hug. "It's nice to see you I know what you mean but visit use more often we don't hear or see you much." "I will start doing better." I smiled. Lycan came up and shaked my hand. "Nice to see you again mate. I hope your job is going well. You have helped us out sharing some of your money with us so we can live in a nice apartment." "Don't need to thank me. I do anything to help you guys out. Remember we been friends for a long time." I smiled. Lycan gave a small laugh and sat back down. Zane sat there and nodded to me. I nodded back. HE never talked much but he kept a close eye on me making sure nothing was happening to me during high school. I sit down and not much was said until silver spoke up. "Shadey.... Why don't you call in work? You need some time to yourself. Be a werewolf again. You were one always, now you're not so why don't you enjoy these next two weeks. "Well I should but hospitals don't like you taking time off so sudden. Ill guess I'll say I need a personal week. " "Then its settle. Now since your wife is gone you don't mind we all stay at your place for a week do you?" "Well...... I guess just don't mess with stuff all that much. My wife's eyes are like a hawk. " Silver and the others smiled. The gang and I get up and walked to my place. Kira wanted to sit on my shoulders as we walked back. See always called me her Uncle. I learned to except it facing it be pointless fighting about it. As she slepted I continued on. Silver and Liki could see I had stuff on my mind. Liki could tell because he was the one who turned me into a werewolf. Silver always know when something is bugging me. We came to my house as we all enter the house. I walked in the guess bedroom and laid Kira on the bed. I close the door part way as walk into the living room. I sat down in my chair and yawned. "Shadey..... We can tell something is on your mind. What is it?" Silver and liki said. The others just looked at me. I sighed and spoke. "You know I want a child of my own, but why wife can't have a kid. She was not able to. So it kind of makes me sad. I wanted a kid. You see how I am with Kira." "We know and I'm sorry." 0said Caylenn. " I don't know how you feel but we are sorry. Just got to move on. Now should we go into town for a while?" Silver shoke his head no. "We probley shouldn't not for Shadey. I mean I know your more under control about things but I don't want to risk it. It's best we should stay. The full moon is tomorrow and we all know what that means now. So I don't want to risk it." Silver said. Silver is the alpha of the werewolves. He makes the dission but sometimes I wonder if he did the right thing on publican the pack. I growled lowly at my friend Silver and gave a small grunt. Silver looked at me and shaked his head. "If you want to we can. We are kind of out here where there is nothing to do. So I guess, but brother..... I'm keeping a close eye on you." "Fine....." I always wonder why I'm still treated like a little kid. I know he's looking out for me but it's like jess. So we decided to all leave as we took Kira with us. We all got into my truck and drove off to the city. I hope I'm right about this. Maybe Silver is right about things.

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Title: Double Identity Ch. 02 Tags: blow job, tit fucking, hetero, masturbation *I hope that everyone enjoyed the first chapter. Now that Sal is involved I'm going to use the convention that anything in italics is non-verbal communication. I hope you enjoy this chapter and those that follow.* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I came to with Shawna holding my head and a nurse from the rehab facility checking my pulse. I shrugged the nurse away and struggled to sit up. Shawna helped me and in a few seconds I was leaning up against the side of my bed. "Are you all right Mr. Buck!" The nurse asked, once again reaching for my wrist. "I'm fine." I said, shaking my head to clear it. "I think I stood up too fast." "*You're just a big pussy!"* I heard in Sal's voice to my right. I whipped my head around and there he was, standing against the far wall, a well-chewed toothpick hanging out of his mouth. He was grinning at me, his almost too white teeth shining in his swarthy, roman-nosed Italian face. I felt my mouth drop open as I stared at him. Following my stare, Shawna looked over and then back at me. "What's wrong Roy?" She asked. "It's Sal." I muttered in disbelief. She looked again. "Sal?" She said it as a question. "Who's Sal?" "My partner." I muttered. "Over there." "You're scaring me Roy." She said. "There's no one over there. You're seeing things." I looked up at her and said, "He's right over there against the wall. Can't you see him?" "Roy, there's no one over there. I'm afraid you might have hit your head. We need to call Dr. Seldon." Shawna said looking at the nurse. She and the nurse helped me stand and then get into bed. The whole time, Sal stood against the wall and watched. Once I was situated he pushed off the wall and walked toward me. He flicked his head back swinging a lock of his black hair out of his eyes, an action I had seen him do a thousand times, as he walked up behind Shawna and the nurse. He leaned over them and stared unabashedly down both of their shirts as they worked to straighten out my bed covers. *"This one here's got a nice rack too."* Sal said, indicating the nurse with a nod of his head. *"But your girlfriend has got her by a mile in the ass department."* Sal strolled over to the doorway and headed out of the room. Before he left, Sal leaned back in and said, *"And Roy, bro, you're not going crazy. I'll catch up with ya later."* Then he was gone. Not going crazy! Bullshit! I think I've gone from zero to ape-shit crazy in about ten seconds. Fuck! Shawna and the duty nurse finished getting me settled and then brought in my dinner. "Here Mr. Buck, eat something. It may be that today's exertions lowered your blood sugar." The nurse said. "I'll be back to check your vitals in a few minutes. Can you stay and keep an eye on him for a few minutes Ms. Torry?" The nurse asked Shawna. Shawna nodded and the nurse hustled off. As soon as the nurse left Shawna sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on the side of my face. "Are you all right?" She asked me softly. I shook my head. "I don't know Shawna, I really don't." I replied. "What did you see?" She asked. I looked up at her and all I saw was concern for me. I sighed and decided to tell her the truth. "I saw my dead partner Sal." "The policeman that died in the bombing?" She asked, the look on her face growing more concerned. "Yeah." I answered. "At first he was sitting on the bed and he spoke to me. That's when I guess I fainted. When I came too he was standing up against the wall over there." "Where is he now? Is he still here?" "No. He, um, walked out of the room." I said. "He's gone." Shawna moved her hand away from my face and held my hands in hers. She looked down and our hands and I squeezed them. She squeezed me back. Suddenly she looked up at me. "Wait, did you say he spoke to you?" She asked. I nodded. "Hmmm. That's interesting." She said. "It's not uncommon for people to have visions, especially after traumatic events, but it's unusual that the visions speak to you too." "What, are you a psychiatrist too?" I asked using my just joking around voice. "Psych minor in college actually, but I liked massage therapy and nursing better." She told me, "But I do remember some things. I actually did a internship at a military hospital dealing with PTSD patients." "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to put you down..." "You didn't, I know you were fooling around." Shawna said. "So, what did Sal say to you?" I blushed. She caught me. "Come on spill it, or your next massage is going to hurt like hell!" She threatened. "And there won't be a 'happy ending' either!" I looked straight at her and said, "Sal said you have a sweet ass." "Damn right I do!" She said, "and don't you forget it!" Shawna stood and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Roy, my best guess is that today's physical therapy, massage and sex wore you out and allowed your mind to pull a fast one on you. You ended up having a hallucination. Probably nothing to worry about. And, since that hallucination was dredged up out of your subconscious, I'm going to say 'thank you' for the nice compliment about my ass!" "Yeah, you're probably right." I agreed. Shawna folded up her table and put her oils away, finishing up just as the nurse returned. "I'll see you tomorrow Roy." Shawna said as the nurse prepared to draw some blood from me. She slipped out of the room and I listened as her footsteps retreated down the hallway. "I called Dr. Seldon." The nurse said as she poked around at my elbow looking for a vein. "He'll be in tomorrow, but he wants to run some blood work overnight. Okay?" She asked as she jabbed me with the needle. "Ouch, damn!" I swore as the needle hit a nerve dead on. "Would it have mattered if I didn't want blood work done?" "Nope, not one bit." She replied with an evil grin. "Devin hasn't left for the evening, I have a feeling he would just love to hold you down for me while I got my samples." "Let's do this your way then." I replied with the unfortunate vision of how Devin would probably like to hold me down spinning in my head. "Good choice." She replied. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Dr. Seldon walked into my room bright and early the next morning, followed closely by my old partner Sal. Sal put his fingers to his lips, imploring me to keep quiet. So, I did my best to ignore him as he took a seat in a chair across the room. The doc perched himself of the edge of my bed and began flipping through my medical chart. He looked at it for several minutes before putting it down and looking at me. "Well, there's nothing in the lab work to indicate why you fainted yesterday. Blood sugar is normal, blood oxygen and iron content are good, blood pressures were normal," He said, "so we can rule out a physical problem. That leaves a traumatic experience. Tell me about your hallucination." "I saw my dead partner Sal sitting on my bed." I said rather matter-of-factly. "I guess it must have shocked the shit out of me." "I can understand that." He replied. "I also understand that you continued to see him after you woke up, isn't that true?" "Yeah." "Has he reappeared to you since then." He asked. I could see Sal shaking his head at me to be quiet. Now, Sal hasn't always been the best option for good advice so I wasn't inclined to take his word about not saying anything. I took a deep breath and decided to trust my own instincts rather than my hallucination of Sal. "Doctor, I need you to promise me that no matter what I tell you, you'll do you best to help me get back to work at the police department." "I can't promise you anything for sure, but I'll do my best to get you healthy. Will that work?" "Yeah. And another thing, what I'm going to say may implicate an employee here in something a bit, um, unusual. You must promise me to keep that part secret." He looked long and hard at me before nodding his head. I told him the whole story, well not the play by play with Shawna, but I told him we had oral sex. He even laughed when I told him what Sal said about Shawna's ass. When I finished, he sat there for a minute lost in thought before speaking again. "And he's in the room right now?" he asked. "Yeah, he's sitting in that chair over there giving me the finger." Doc Seldon looked over there and then back again. "Well, I definitely can't see him." He said. He stood up and moved to the bed next to my head. He gently turned my head so that he could look and the damaged side of my skull. My hair still hadn't fully regrown over the scars from my reconstructive surgery, giving my head a lop-sided look. "This is healing well." He said before sitting down again. "Roy, we never discussed this in depth, but I think that we should now. Do you know what hit you in the head during the explosion?" "No." I said. "I guess that I assumed it was something in the backpack or a piece of the tree planter." Doctor Seldon shook his head. "Roy, it was large piece of Mr. Martello's skull. Part of the problem that the neurosurgeon had during the operation was trying to determine what was your brain matter and what was Mr. Martello's. The area of your brain that was damaged was a hot mess, if you'll excuse the terminology. The best that could be done was to remove the fragments of bone and try to stop the bleeding. We really didn't think you would survive. There were potential issues with necrotic tissues, bleeds, and swelling. We weren't sure if you'd ever wake up or even be able to speak or move. You have far exceeded our expectation. In fact, you're a miracle." "How come I haven't had any serious effects from the brain damage?" I asked. "If the damage was that extensive how come I'm not paralyzed or something." "Pure luck." He replied. "The area that was damaged is thought to be mostly involved with artistic activities and pleasure response. It doesn't involve motion, speech, memory or hearing." "So, what does all this mean?" I asked. Doctor Seldon sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Here is my official thought. I think that your sexual exploits yesterday stimulated the damaged portion of your brain and caused your hallucinations. If so, I believe that, in time, they will probably go away as your brain continues to heal." "You said that was your official thought. Do you have another?" I asked. He nodded and flipped open my chart. He turned it toward me and pointed to a number on the lab sheet. "Do you see this? This number in a normal person should be below 1.5. You are at 7.0." "What does that mean?" "We only see the higher numbers in people who have had organ transplants." He said. "I believe that you have incorporated a portion of Mr. Martello's brain into your own and your body has accepted it. If so, your hallucinations may be a result of his residual memories expressing themselves. Again, probably brought on by having sex with Ms. Torrey." "So Doc, you're saying that I literally have Sal Martello in my head?" "Yes." From the chair Sal laughed his fucking head off. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Doctor Seldon soon left, leaving me alone with Sal for the first time. He got up and walked over to me, taking Seldon's place on the edge of my bed. I reached out to touch him but he cringed away. "*Don't touch me*." Sal said. "*It hurts like hell when I touch living people*." "Living people?" "*I'm a ghost*." Sal told me. "*I've been like this since the moment of the blast. Hell, I was standing next to the blast site before the dust settled. It was a fucking mess, I'll tell you that. They had to scrape me off of everything.*" "That's disgusting." I said. "*You're telling me?*" Sal replied. "*I'd have lost my lunch if I could have. Anyway, if I touch a living person it shocks the hell out of me, almost like being tasered*." "Can you walk through walls and shit?" I asked. "*Yeah, and that doesn't hurt but it feels weird*." Sal explained. "*It's like your body is slipping through a screen or something*." He shuddered. "*But you have to do it to get around. I can't open doors or anything.*" "That sounds like it sucks." "*You get used to it*." He said. "So, where have you been all this time." I asked. "How come it took you so long to find me?" "*Shit bro, I didn't even know you were alive until a few weeks ago. I thought you croaked in the explosion too*." Sal told me. "*Mostly I've been hanging out at my house watching over Jenny.* *But a couple of weeks ago I started to feel something... something pulling me in this direction. It didn't happen all the time, just a hint here and there. But yesterday, when you were getting your knob polished by that fine piece of ass, it was suddenly like a beacon drawing me in. I got here just in time to watch you finish her off*. *But now I can pinpoint you no matter where I go. I went back to my old house last night but I could still feel where you are*." "How?" "*The Doc was right Roy, there's a piece of my brain stuck in there with yours. I can feel it. I'm still attached to it somehow*." He said. "*I think that's why you can see me and hear me*." "Oh fuck!" I thought. "This can't be happening." "*Oh, it's happening all right*." Sal responded. Wait. What? "You can hear my thoughts?" I asked him, dumbfounded. "*Of course I can*." He said. "*I am literally 'in your head*.'" "*Oh shit! I am so fucked*!" I thought. "*Yep*." Sal replied with a grin. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* And so things went for me for a while. I continued to get stronger with the help of Devon and Shawna and Shawna continued to 'help' me with my other needs too. We grew closer together, as friends, but I think we both knew that there wouldn't be any long term thing for us. I had a pretty good idea that we would remain fuck buddies until she eventually found a man and settled down. I'd been down the marriage road once and that was enough for me. I might have a live-in girlfriend from time-to-time, but I had no intention of ever getting hitched again. I quit mentioning Sal to anyone, even Doctor Seldon. He eventually wrote it off as a traumatic experience that didn't repeat itself. Sal, however, popped in every day to check on me and to shoot the shit. While I was in rehab, I got to experience a little of the outside world from a ghost's point of view. It was definitely enlightening. First of all, you've got to realize that Sal is an immature asshole. He's that guy who always has some gross sexist or racist joke to tell. He's the guy who puts a whoopee cushion on your seat or pulls your pants down in front of the class. Being a ghost has made him worse and I'm not kidding. Sal has decided that being a ghost is awesome because he can now be the ultimate peeping tom. Yep, you heard me right. Sal, pervert extraordinaire, sneaks into women's homes to watch them get naked, masturbate and have sex. Here's an example from a week or so ago: "*Dude, do you remember that little latino girl that lived next door to me and Jenny*?" Sal asked one day as we were hanging out in my room watching a ball game. "*Um, sort of*." I said trying to remember. "*Carmen, right? Skinny girl with braces*?" "*That's her, but she ain't skinny no more*." Sal replied. "*She filled out. Double D tits and a tight little ass that just begs to be grabbed. She gives me a chubby just seeing her*." "*So*." "*So anyway, I'm over at the house hanging out, making sure that Jenny's all right when I see some douche bag hanging around outside Carmen's house*." He tells me. "*So I follow him around thinking that maybe he's going to rob the place and wondering what the hell I'll be able to do about it if he is. All of a sudden, the back door opens and Carmen is waiving this guy inside. I slip inside the door before it closes and I swear that before the door finishes closing little Carmen has her tongue down this guys throat*." Sal has my attention now. "*She takes this dude's hand and drags him over the couch in the den. She sits down and he stands in front of her. Carmen unzips him, pulls his pants down and proceeds to swallow him whole*." He says. "*I mean right down to his curlies. I don't know where she learned it but that girl can sure suck dick. Anyway, he's got his hands on her head, fucking her mouth while she's unbuttoning her shirt. She shrugs it off and she's not wearing a bra. Roy, them tits are un-fucking real! They're the size of cantaloupes and they stick straight out from her chest like the business end of a couple of torpedoes. I just had to touch them*!" "What!" I said out loud. "I thought that hurt you." "*It does but it was worth it*." He said with a smile. "*Zapped the shit out of me but you know what? Her nipple got hard*!" "*No way*." "*Honest to God*!" Sal said. "*What else happened*?" I asked, wrapped up in the story now. I was getting a hard on and wishing that Shawna was coming today but it was her day off. "*Well, I grabbed a seat at the end of the couch where I had a good view and I watched the fun. She sucked him for a few minutes, getting his dick good and wet, then she let him tit fuck her*!" "*No shit*!" I said "*Oh yeah. She held them big tits together and he slid his prick right in there. It didn't take him long. He blew his load all over her face and chest. It was fucking sexy as hell*." "*Then what happened*?" "*Her mom and dad came home*." Sal told me with a grin. "*Douche bag hauled ass out the back door while Carmen dashed upstairs. She almost got caught. Now that would have been fun to watch. How you going to explain being topless with a dick load of spunk sprayed all over your face and tits*?" I laughed my ass off at the thought of it. "*So that was the end of your peeping huh*?" "*No way. I followed her upstairs and found her in her room*." Sal continued. "*She stripped down, grabbed one of those rabbit vibrators out of her underwear drawer and lay down on her bed. Dude, with one hand she was running that big purple vibe in and out of her cunt and with the other she was rubbing douche bag's spunk into her skin. It was the sexiest fucking thing I ever seen*." "*Wow*!" I said. Then I thought about how damn horny just hearing about this little escapade had made me and I wondered how Sal could stand it. "*Sal, how does this not drive you crazy. I'm worked up just hearing about it*." Sal looked me like I was stupid. "*Roy, I took care of business. I rubbed one out right there in her bedroom. In fact, I shot my wad all over her pretty face! Of course, she didn't know it but I enjoyed the hell out of it*!" "*Uh, yuck*! I said kind of grossed out. I guess that the thought that a ghost could be jacking off on me without me knowing it was a little too much information. Sal shrugged his shoulders, "*You asked*." He replied. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Two months later I was finally released from rehab. I had regained full use of my legs and arms. In fact, I was probably in better shape now than I had been before the bombing. Shawna brought me some clothes to wear home and she even offered to drive me after I was released. I signed all the paperwork and said my goodbyes and before I knew it I was standing outside the front door. I was healthy again and about to reenter real life. An orange Camaro with black racing stripes pulled up in front of me. The heavily tinted window on the passenger door rolled down and I could see Shawna behind the wheel. "Hey sailor, need a lift?" She quipped. I opened the door and lowered myself into the passenger seat. "Nice car!" I said, running my hands over the leather seats. "It's my one indulgence." Shawna said. "My dad used to race and I spent all my time in the garage with him working on his cars. This is my 'new' car. I'll have to show you my old cars one day." "How many 'old' cars do you have?" I asked. "Eight." She said. "However, only six of them are running. The other two are in the process of being restored." "Really? I had no idea." I said with a huge measure of respect. Shawna laughed. "Why would you? Not too many women collect cars, or do all their own restoration work." "So, what do you have?" I asked. "I have an old MG, an Opal, a Westfalia camper, a '57 Bel Air, a '69 GTO, and a dune buggy that are running." She said. "I'm in the process of restoring a '68 El Camino and a '67 Stingray." I just sat there with my mouth open. This young lady owned most of the cars I had always drooled over. "Close your mouth Roy or you'll swallow a bug." She said with a laugh. I laughed too. This girl had more layers to her than an onion. I looked out the window and realized that we were headed out of the city. "Shawna, where are we going? I live over by the university." "I know." She said. "Do you remember what I told you the first day we had oral sex? I told you that when you got better you'd get to have all of me." "I remember." I said with a smile. "Well, that's what we are going to do." She said with a sexy smile. "We're going to my place. It's Friday and I plan to rock your world all weekend long. I've been waiting for months to get your cock inside me and I can't wait any longer so I'm kidnapping you for the weekend." "You can't kidnap the willing!" I said with a smile.

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